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love u lately (m) #9 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately chapter title: #9 - pour up pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: welcome to your "fuck it" era. you ran away and haven't returned back to the house since the fight with yoongi and jimin. you're not sure how namjoon hasn't caught on to anything yet... but now taehyung, hoseok, and jungkook just invited you to go out to party at some random frat not at your campus and get you to destress from the drama. oh you're going to destress alright. pour up a drink and well, you might... regret... this decision... warnings: ANOTHER LONG CHAPTER, flashback pov, angsty, stressful, alcohol consumption, dance battle, FIGHTING, multiple fights?, blood mention, crying, THE TRUTH, AND MORE CONFESSIONS, txt appearance, sakura appearance, soyoon and john eun and san appearance, jin lowkey snitching, ANGRY NAMJOON, soft namjoon, throwing up, kissing, SMUT, creampie, fingering, no other smut warnings it's a surprise but its very tame no worries, reader is on BC, good end?, EXTRA POV at the end, a lot happens i can't remember hehehe maybe i am drunk too note: again pls send love to @daegudrama who is in charge of editing these terrible chapter total word count: 14.3k drop date: April 12th, 2024, 6:00PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #8 | Series Masterlist | #10

March 1st [Friday]

It’s been 2 weeks.

2 weeks since the fight.

2 weeks since you have last been “home”.

That’s not to say you haven’t taken a shower or changed out of your clothes since then. God, no.

You’ve been staying in Hwasa’s dorm ever since. Her roommate went on an immersion program abroad, so she has no roommate for this semester. Luckily, you’ve had access to her dorm’s shared bathroom to freshen up and her roommates' baron bed.

As for clothes and other stuff, Jungkook has been bringing you everything you need. He’s the only one you can rely on from the house as you’ve always been the most comfortable around him outside of Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi. He’s also the one who knew about the deal and didn’t tell anyone, aside from blabbering to Jimin back in October.

You’re not 100% sure what the aftermath was like in that house after you left. But one thing for sure is that the other guys—not involved in the deal—have covered up things to Joon about your disappearance. They know how rocky things are, and if Namjoon knew all of this, you think it could make things a million times worse. You appreciate them stepping in like that though, no matter what they think of the situation.

Jungkook did attempt to recap it all through text, rather thoroughly.

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— past —

February 15th [Friday]

“You guys done fucked things up now. A three-way relationship? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jin was seething as he scolded Jimin and Yoongi in the living room. The other guys were sitting at the dining table as Jin told them that they had to stay for this ordeal. They sat there in silence, waiting for this to (hopefully) end as soon as possible.

If the argument from earlier didn’t sober everyone up, then Jin’s yelling definitely did.

“And you! Taehyung! What were you thinking asking that?!” Jin pointed his finger at Taehyung.

“Huh? Me!? Jimin was the one who told me to ask something risky if Yoongi pulled that block.” Tae tried to avert his gaze from the older man.

Everyone groaned. Jenga blocks still remained scattered on the table and on the floor of the living room. Unfinished snacks and drinks remained a mess around the table as well. Jin made a mental note to make Yoongi and Jimin clean up the aftermath of Friday Night Game Night as punishment for what happened.

“But you know what, I expected something like this at some point. Hoseok and Taehyung, please pay up. I take Venmo.” The two men—that Jin name dropped—groaned, pulling out their phones to send him the money. “Hyung, what the hell, man?!” Jimin glanced at them back and forth, appalled. Even Yoongi was confused that there was something like this going on, but he really shouldn’t be the one judging right now. “What? Did you think we didn’t suspect anything? That y’all were slick? There were signs...” Jin’s words drifted off.

“Like?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the older man. “Well should I mention the blowjob that Honey gave you in Mr. Kang’s office?” Hoseok interjected as he turned around from his chair. Yoongi’s eyes widened, “What the fuck? H-How did you—” He stumbled on his words. Hoseok didn’t come in until after it ended, he thought. How would he have known!?

“The door may have been closed, but people approaching the door can still hear what goes on behind it. Especially in that old ass building…” Hoseok sighed, “Thought it was just you jacking off in there at first, but when I heard you say, and I quote, ‘Fuck. You really drive me crazy. You know that, Sunshine?’ I connected the dots quickly. I sat out there waiting until it ended so I could come in to drop my shit.” He emphasized, leaving Yoongi completely speechless.

“Jimin sent me Y/N’s nudes accidently one night!” Taehyung stood up from his chair in an instant, abruptly confessing. “He unsent them, but I caught it! He had to fes’ up to me after that. I thought it was just the both of them in a situationship. Then when Jin said Yoongi hyung was also involved, I couldn’t believe that. But I started connecting the dots during the trip.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jimin, snarling a bit. Trying to avoid further questioning, Jimin mouths out to him that it happened while he was drunk when he stayed over at Taehyung’s during Christmas break. Though of course, Yoongi cannot read his lips.

“I didn’t lose the bet because I always knew there was a possibility it wasn’t just hyung and Honey after I caught them having sex. Especially based on the conversation Jimin and I had during his birthday party. So I was on Jin’s side.” Jungkook added, then he shrugged.

“Interesting. Yoongi had told me about a dilemma he had with someone he was seeing. Jimin was also acting a little too clingy to Honey than usual, so I put the pieces together and realized what these two were doing. I thought I was wrong, but Jesus Christ…” Jin sat down in the loveseat, wondering if he had failed as president of Beta Tau Sigma. Should he have not let you move in to prevent this? Or should he have brought it up privately to you three and warned you all not to do it? Whatever scenario he thinks of doesn’t matter. What happened, happened. Now people are hurt and humiliated. He has to step it up to help you guys in any way, especially you. “Does Namjoon hyung know?” Taehyung inquired, earning everyones’ immediate deadpan stare at him. The silent action makes it seem that there is a shared understanding of something. No one wants Namjoon to know what happened. They know that if he finds out, they might have to be ready for their own funerals. “No.” Yoongi answered. “Fair enough. So what’s the plan now?” He followed up with another question. “We don’t even know where Honey went? Is she even somewhere safe?” Taehyung’s attitude towards this situation has been nonchalant, but in reality, he was actually very concerned for your mental wellbeing. He may be a social butterfly fuckboi, but whatever Jimin and Yoongi hid from you was a new low to him. You weren’t very close to him before, but he has grown fond of you in the past 2 years he’s known you. “We’re not telling Namjoon hyung that’s for sure!” Jungkook chimed in, scrolling at his recent messages. “I texted Hwasa because it’s the first person I thought she’d go to. She said that Honey was with her, asleep on her bed. Doesn’t seem like Honey wants to come back anytime soon.”

The guys let out a sigh of relief, though guilt shadowed Jimin and Yoongi. Feeling worn out, Jimin decided to get up from his spot, stumbled a bit and headed up to his room. Jin’s about to follow in pursuit to get him to come back and help clean up, but Yoongi stopped him. “Just let him be, I’ll help clean up if you need it,” The cat-eyed man said, reading into Jin’s intentions. “He’s already mentally punishing himself over this.”

After this, the other guys went into their rooms and called it a night. Yoongi remained in the dimly lit living room area, cleaning the mess that was left behind and reflecting on his frustrations. +++++++++++

You asked Jungkook about Namjoon. You knew that he would start to find things suspicious and eventually interrogate everyone about your whereabouts, like the older sibling figure he is. But Jungkook said that wasn’t the case. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:24PM]: No, Hyung’s been holed up in his room working on his polisci papers or in the lib’s lab room helping his buddies with stuff.

Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:25PM]: He did ask about you though. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:25PM]: But me and tae said that you’ve been busy working on a mid-semester project with her so you would be staying over at her dorm for a while. Jungkook [Feb 22nd 20XX; 9:27PM]: Yoongi hyung and Jimin have been closed off since then, but Namjoon hyung hasn’t noticed much.

You keep going through your past texts between Jungkook and rereading what was sent. There are more messages from him mentioning that Jimin and Yoongi have been more standoffish towards others, making you feel concerned for them. Wait. No. You shake your head. Why are you even worried? They were the ones who started it. Did they not realize that things were better off platonic, instead of messing with your heart?

You breathe out, locking your phone. You go back to lying down on your side on the bed, closing your eyes to stop yourself from spiraling. The door suddenly unlocks, and the creaking sound marks Hwasa's entrance into the dorm. Opening your eyes, you observe her movements as she places her backpack on the desk. “Hey Hon, did you go to your class at noon?” She asks, her eyes searching yours. You nod, answering, “Yeah, couldn’t skip it today. Professor Watanabe said we were having a quiz because no one asked questions last class. Came back here after class.”

“Ah, gotcha.” Hwasa comes over to settle on your bed, arranging a throw pillow against the wall for comfort. She shifts her position, making herself at home. "How are ya feeling?"

“Better than before, but still not that great.”

“Maybe you should go out tonight. I think Nu Kappa is having a party tonight? Oh wait, Sigma Lambda is for sure having a house party. Let me check in with Joshua for that one because–”

“No.” You cut her off, though the word coming out of your mouth sounded much harsher than you had wanted it to. “I just don’t want to be around people that I know or potentially know me. Or just run into them.” You refer to Yoongi and Jimin with that line, maybe even Namjoon too.

You want to talk this whole thing over with them, but you’re not ready yet. You just can’t organize your thoughts yet, and you don’t know why. Maybe it’s the anxiety of knowing that a conversation about this would eventually lead to you guys to cut off contact completely. And that could be it. Maybe that’s for the better.

You will move out of the Beta Tau Sigma house.

Maybe you can ask Student Housing if they’d be willing to let you officially move into Hwasa’s dorm for the rest of the semester.

Yeah, you can manage to make this work out. But is it what you really want?

No. Of course not. But at this point in time, you can’t imagine this going any other way. “My bad, girl. I just wanted to help cheer you up.” Hwasa’s expression becomes somber.

No, no. You didn’t mean it like that. Why can’t your brain work properly?! “No, it’s just— sorry.” You apologize, trying to think of something to brighten up the mood. “But if you want to go out, don’t let me stop you, bestie! Maybe you want to see a special someone out.”

Hwasa lets out a giggle, “It’s okay, I know you’re going through a lot right now.” She places her hand on your back to give you reassuring rubs. “But I’ll take that suggestion. Joshua told me his friend is making his DJ debut at Sigma Lambda so I wanted to drop by and support.”

Concern crosses your face, “That sounds pretty awesome, but are you okay going alone? I can go with you if you want.” She shakes her head. “Nah, it’s cool. I don’t want to force you to be there when you’re not feeling too hot. I’ll hit up Annie and ask if she’s down to come with me.” “Okay, that sounds good.” You reply, appreciating her understanding and the attempt to bring some normalcy back into the evening.

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Hwasa was in luck because Annie did respond not long after she sent her a text. She invited Hwasa to get ready over at her dorm, which was the nice apartment-like dorm on the northernmost part of campus. Hwasa says that she might come back late, but more than likely, thinks she’ll be knocked out at Annie’s dorm. She’ll keep you posted. Before she leaves that night, she gives you her access card (since you’ve been entering her dorm before thanks to the shared bathroom she has with the 2 girls in the next dorm) and tells you to feel free to go out to get something for dinner. After that happens, you’re left alone now. The Hello Kitty clock on Hwasa’s table read, “8:46 PM” Maybe you should grab something to eat. You honestly haven’t been eating properly. But you are tired of the dining hall food after almost two weeks of eating it. You hated it even when you used to dorm last year. “Maybe I’ll order from DoorDash to treat myself after a tough week,” You say to yourself while you lay down on Hwasa’s big fluffy pink floor rug. Netflix movie night and take-out sounds ideal, right?

Just as you’re scrolling through your phone trying to find an option you’re craving, you hear a loud knock at the door.

Oh shit.

It’s not Hwasa, right? She would’ve texted you that she was coming back because she forgot something. Then is it the RA? No. Hwasa said she was cool with him, so he wouldn’t snitch you out. Did something else happen?

You get up from your comfortable position to walk towards the door. You’re not gonna lie, you’re a little nervous to open it.

Who the fuck could it even be on a Friday night?

You open it slowly, seeing tall figures coming into view.

“Honey, come out!” “Taehyung!?” You yelp out. Once you recognize the voice, you rapidly open the door wide enough to find Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok on the other side. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” You ask. You don’t remember telling them to come over. Even if you did, there’s not much they can do in such a small dorm. This is the first time in two weeks you’re talking to any of the other guys besides Jungkook. “We came over because we want to invite you out,” Hoseok responds this time, signature heart smile showing. “We know you haven’t been feeling well so we want to go with you and let loose!”

You’re getting deja vu from the same conversation you had with Hwasa earlier.

“So go get changed out of your…pajamas.” Jungkook looks down at you as he speaks, somewhat checking you out. A thought in your mind just clicks that he was looking at your chest, wearing no bra and cleavage all out. Men… You’ve been wearing your lace tank top and My Melody pajama pants since you got back from class. You didn’t have any plans of going out after class, so why be dressed up in tight jeans, a shirt and whatever else for the whole day?

“Look, guys. That sounds like a mighty plan you got there, but I really don’t think I should go.” “But why not? There’s nothing better than drinking and forgetting your regrets! Please come with us!” Taehyung steps in closer, trying to welcome himself inside.

“Because… I’m feeling a little sick…?” The guys look at you in complete disbelief before you admit the truth. “Okay, fine, I don’t want to party around here and see these people.”

“Who said we’re partying here?” Jungkook smirks, “No, we’re going… somewhere else.” “Where is this ‘somewhere else’ you speak of?” You narrow your eyes, mild interest sparking behind them.

“Stop asking so many questions and just get ready. I’ll even help you pick out something.” Hoseok takes this as an opportunity to enter the dorm, where you direct him to your closet of stuff. The two other guys follow in as well and stand there as Hoseok is sifting through the rack mixed with jeans, blouses, skirts and sweaters.

“Here, this is cute.” He hands you your black heart ring detail halter top, flared jeans, and a black knit cardigan. “Oh, this isn’t that bad of a look? No wonder people say you’re the most stylish on the dance team.”

Hoseok grins, his eyes lighting up with pride at the compliment. "Well, you know, I've got an eye for these things. Now, go change into this. The night may be young, but we’re not getting any younger here!"

You take the outfit from him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Hobi. I appreciate it." You look back at the guys who are still standing in the dorm, chuckling. "Um alright, can you guys step outside the door while I change?"

“Oh whoops!” Jungkook yells out, The three guys scurry out of the dorm, giving you a moment of privacy to change.

Hoseok calls after you behind the door, "Let me know if you need any makeup tips! I'm a pro at this too."

You chuckle, appreciating the effort to lighten the mood. In the bathroom, you quickly change into the outfit Hoseok picked out. It's a mix of your style but with a touch of Hoseok's fashion flair. The black heart ring detail halter top fits snugly, paired with flared jeans and a cozy black knit cardigan. You glance at yourself in the mirror, the reflection showing a slightly different version of you.

After a deep breath, you open the door, greeted by the approving nods and smiles of Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Taehyung claps his hands together. "Looking good! Now, let's get out there and have some fun!"

With excitement now in the air, you grab your bag before you go and you all head out the building.

+++++++++++

Jungkook leads the way to his car, a sleek 2017 Mercedes-Benz C300 parked in the student parking lot next to Hwasa's dorm. The soft glow of the streetlights reflects off the polished surface, and you can't help but appreciate the comfortable luxury of his car. You will always remember that he begged his parents to sign off on it so he could get it as his graduation gift.

Jungkook unlocks the doors, and you all pile in, anticipation building for the night ahead.

The drive is filled with a mix of laughter and excited chatter as you navigate through the city. The atmosphere in the car is lively, the previous stress of weeks ago momentarily forgotten as you stare out of the car looking at the skyline of city lights on the freeway. It feels less suffocating over here. No Jimin. No Yoongi. No Namjoon. Just you and the other boys. You weren’t too keen on coming along with them, but now that you’re sitting here, DEAN’s Pour Up bass boosted on the car speakers, you know you made a good choice. You gotta let loose.

After 20 minutes on the road, Jungkook exits off the freeway into a residential area. As he finds a parking spot, you can hear the distant bass of music and the chatter of college students walking around. Is this another college’s Greek row? The car engine turns off, and you all step outside looking around the neighborhood.

You're immediately struck by the grandeur of the fraternity houses. They are much bigger than the ones at your college campus, their size and architecture exuding an air of privilege. These houses are easily identifiable by the prominent display of large Greek letters or flags proudly adorning the front, signaling the presence of each fraternity.

Lights spill out from the windows, and the distant sounds of music and laughter grow louder as you approach the houses. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness being here. Though, you’re glad that you won’t run into people you know here. And even if you do, the chance is likely really low. Who would come 20 minutes away to party at another college?

Once this question comes to your mind, you feel a little odd. Wait, are you forgetting something?

Before you can think about it more, Jungkook gently holds your wrist, leading the way through the lively crowds of students walking around, and you follow suit.

The four of you approach the entrance of one of the bigger fraternity houses, the thumping bass becomes almost palpable. The flag outside says ΗΨΒ— Eta Psi Beta. You’re honestly not familiar with this one as it seems to be one that doesn’t have a chapter at your college. Without hesitation or restrictions, you guys walk into the side entrance leading to the backyard. After several steps of walking along the slightly lit path, you're engulfed in an atmosphere of sights and sounds. The massive backyard is packed with people, the air pulsating with the beats of a 2010s party mix blaring from the speakers. You see a pretty girl with a colorful knit top and black hair DJing the party from the far end of the backyard, along with several people behind her overseeing the vibes. Color-changing lights crisscross above, connected to tall oak trees, casting a warm glow over the lively scene below.

To your right, a makeshift bar is set up, complete with a variety of drinks and colorful cocktails. Students are chatting, dancing, and moving in synchronized rhythm with the music. The atmosphere is infectious, and you find yourself getting into the groove, the worries of the past weeks slowly fading away.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok lead you through the crowd, their excitement contagious. You can't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the party, a stark contrast to the more intimate gatherings you're used to.

"Isn't this amazing?" Taehyung exclaims over the music, and you respond with an enthusiastic nod.

“How the hell did you guys find this party?” you shout back at him, catching yourself staring at the DJ Girl changing the setlist to some House and UK Garage music to hype up the crowd more.

“Jungkook says he knows a guy here!” Hoseok adds.

“Yeah! We go to the same gym off-campus and box a bit,” Jungkook explains closer to your ear so you could hear amid the lively ambiance. “Oh look! Speak of the devil!” His eyes widen when he sees the man he’s referring to step right up in front of you guys. “Woah! Jungkook! You came!” The man speaks with excitement in his eyes, facial features reflecting a youthfulness that adds to his charm. Like Jungkook, he possesses captivating doe eyes that convey both innocence and a hint of curiosity. He is seemingly younger than your group, however, his height is exactly the same as the trio with you. Jungkook chuckles, going in for a bro hug. “Didn’t think I was going to, but I dragged some friends with me.” Jungkook moves aside to introduce you three, “This is Hoseok, Taehyung, and Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you guys! I’m Taehyun Kang.” He extends a handshake to each of you, catching you off guard. Awkwardly, you take his hand in yours. His politeness radiates, and you can't help but find it adorable.

Taehyun leads the way, gesturing toward the makeshift bar. "Oh! Since you guys are here, let's get some drinks!" he suggests, guiding you through the lively crowd towards the vibrant bar area. “We have a special jungle juice just for tonight’s event. We call it Sugar Rush Ride!” He leans close to you guys, “We basically dumped a bunch of blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers in it mixed with other alcohols!” “Oh that seems pretty cool! Let me get some!” You say. Taehyun smiles, pouring you some in a blue plastic cup and hands it to you. “You guys want to try some too?”

“I’m the DD for the drive back home, but these two can get some.” Hoseok reassures the younger men it's okay to get wasted. He’s always been a reliable upperclassman and brother to them.

You take the chance to sip the cup. Mm. It’s a little too sweet for your taste, but the strong burning sensation (of what you assume is rum and vodka), helps it lessen. Good. This is what you need right now so badly.

Fuck it.

For a moment, you're content to let go of your troubles and embrace the carefree spirit of the night.

+++++++++++

“Where’s Y/N? She’s not in her room.”

This question catches Jin off guard as he sips his wine, slightly choking on it before setting it down on the coffee table. He’s hanging out with Namjoon, John, San and Soyoon watching a Ghibli movie in the living room. Not that he was paying much attention, he was on his phone playing the new Maple Story update. Yoongi went to play basketball at the intramural gymnasium on campus, while Jimin went drinking with an upperclassmen, Taemin.

Of course Jin knew where you were this whole time since the fight, and even tonight when Hoseok said they were inviting you to the Eta Psi Beta party at the neighboring university. But is he about to tell Namjoon?

He’s not sure. Jin pauses the game on his phone, glancing at Namjoon. "Yeah, she mentioned she's spending the night at Hwasa's place. They've been hanging out a lot lately," he says, attempting a nonchalant tone to avoid revealing any hint of the tension between you and the others. His eyes flicker between the screen and Namjoon, unsure whether he should disclose more information.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, a slight frown forming on his face. "Is she okay?"

Jin hesitates for a moment, debating how much to share. "I guess? She just said she needed a change of scenery, you know?"

"What do you mean?" Namjoon presses, sensing there might be more to the story.

Jin takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting away momentarily. "Look, there's been some tension lately. I think she just needed some space to clear her head."

Namjoon's expression tightens, concern deepening. "Tension? What happened?" John, San and Soyoon’s attention from the movie has been diverted to the conversation happening between Jin and Namjoon. Jin sighs, knowing he can’t divulge more information in front of them. So he gets up, grabbing Namjoon’s wrist, and dragging him into the hallway leading to their rooms. “God, I hate having to hide shit from you of all people.” Jin whispers aggressively, putting his hands on the taller man’s shoulders. “Fine, basically, Y/N ran away two weeks ago and is staying at Hwasa’s dorm.” “...What the fuck, Seokjin?!” Namjoon reins in his emotions, realizing that getting upset won't help him understand the situation better. Now, more than ever, he needs to find out what's going on with you. “Why didn’t anyone tell me—”

He interrupts the younger man, sighing in frustration. “It’s not my place to tell you what happened exactly and neither was it anyone else’s. I think you might have an idea, though, even if you weren’t there. If you want to know, go find her.”

Namjoon is left speechless, brows furrowing as he absorbs the information, a surge of worry overtaking him.

Jin nods, understanding Namjoon's urgency. “And we didn’t want to get you upset and probably wreck anything…or anyone.”

“Where is she, Jin?”

Jin, once again hesitates for a moment. “She’s at a party with Hoseok, Tae, and Jungkook. It’s at the…Eta Psi Beta house at that neighboring university, not too far from here.”

“Oh Sh–” Namjoon looks like a deer caught in headlights, evident concern plastered on his face. “Did you not fucking know that’s the frat that he is in?”

“He?” Jin pauses for a moment confused about who Namjoon was referring to before it all clicks in his head, panicking. “Holy fuck! How was I supposed to remember that? Jungkook said he had a friend there. And I mean, it’s a big frat…what are the odds that she’ll run into him?”

Namjoon takes a deep breath, frustration and worry battling within him. He has been keeping tabs here and there on this guy for over a year, just out of concern for you. He wasn’t sure if you’d ever plan to seek him, or vice versa. No, this isn’t good.

He doesn't want to waste any time.

“I’m going out!” Without another word, he heads towards the front door.

John gets up from the couch seeing the commotion. “Woah, Joon, what’s going on?” His brows furrow, searching Namjoon's face for answers.

Namjoon's jaw clenches as he sighs, concern etched across his face. “I need to go find Y/N. She’s at Eta Psi’s party at UOX 20 minutes away, and she might be in some trouble soon.” As he speaks, his eyes dart around, calculating the steps he needs to take.

John senses the urgency in Namjoon's movements and offers his assistance. “I’ll take you! I didn’t drink at all earlier so I’m good to drive.”

Soyoon, catching wind of the unfolding situation, joins in, her eyes wide with concern. “We'll come along too and help you find her!”

Meanwhile, Jin, trying to compose himself, acknowledges the chaos. “I wanna go, but I’ll stay here. Yoongi will be back later, so it’ll be suspicious if we’re all gone,” he says, his demeanor calm but resolute, a stabilizing force amid the growing turmoil. Namjoon’s gaze flickers briefly to Jin, silently thanking him for staying behind. He then nods appreciatively at John's offer, grateful for the immediate support. "Thanks, John. Let's go."

He gestures for San and Soyoon to follow as well, her worried expression mirrors his own. As they make their way to the door, John grabs his jacket, his movements quick and purposeful.

The front door closes, leaving Jin alone with his own contemplations. The room, once filled with casual conversation and the glow of the TV now feels empty and eerily quiet.

He glances at his phone, pondering whether he should reach out to Yoongi. He knows Yoongi hates that man’s guts just as much as Namjoon, but he knows that you will be even more troubled if you see him as well. As he debates internally, Jin takes a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever repercussions may follow, hoping that Namjoon can find you and the other boys swiftly and ensure you don’t end up seeing him.

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After several drinks, you’ve gotten lost in the humongous crowd of people filling the backyard of this frat house. The last time you remember seeing Taehyung’s social butterfly ass was when he was striking up conversations with a couple of girls. His infectious laughter and charming boxy smile drew them towards him, and soon he was engaged in a friendly game of beer pong with a group jealous guys and trying to show off his skills and impressive aim to the girls. They loved it.

You believe Jungkook was dragged away by an excited Taehyun wanting to show him something inside the house, though you’re not sure if he’s back…and somewhere in this crowd.

So that leaves you with Hoseok for a while, and when 4 Walls by F(X) starts playing, he nudges you into the middle of the crowd.

You dance with him for a bit, enjoying yourself as you attempt to follow along the movements he does. This ends with you awkwardly laughing at your own failure. You could never pop and lock, or whatever he did. You’re just not that flexible at all or well-versed with dance moves that aren’t “The Robot”. But Hoseok is gentle when teaching you. Compared to how strict he is with his students during his dance class sessions, according to Jungkook.

Dancing with him was short-lived, as he tells you to stay put because he wants to enter the dance circle emerging from the middle of the crowd in front of the DJ. He might be the DD for the night, but he isn’t going to miss out on the fun while being sober.

You don’t want to be squished with drunk, sweaty bodies around you, so you end up next to the DJ booth, where the same girl is still spinning tracks and taking charge of the party’s setlist. Her effortless grace and commanding presence behind the turntables catch your attention, and you can't help but be intrigued by her.

"So, how did you get into DJing?" you ask, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music. Usually, you’re not as courageous to start conversations with random people, but today, the alcohol in your system said otherwise.

The girl flashes you a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Well, I've always had a passion for music," she replies, adjusting a knob on the mixer with practiced ease. "Back in Japan, I used to DJ at small local events. When I came here for my exchange program, I jumped at the chance to share my love for music with a new audience."

You nod, impressed by her dedication and talent. "Oh wow! That's amazing. You're really good at it," you comment, nodding towards the crowd as they groove to the beat.

Her smile widens at the compliment, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks! I love seeing people enjoy themselves on the dance floor, connected by the music."

As you continue chatting, you come to find out her name is Sakura, and is in the same year as you. Before you get the chance to tell her your name, your attention is suddenly drawn to the makeshift dance floor where Hoseok is engaged in a spirited dance battle with another party-goer. The two of them move with grace and precision, their movements synchronized to the pulsating rhythm of the music.

You watch in awe as Hoseok dazzles the crowd with his fluid dance moves, his energy infectious as he captivates everyone around him. The other dancer, who you couldn’t see well from your angle, seems to hold their own with impressive skill drawing impressed sounds from the people watching. The guy keeps matching Hoseok move for move while Summer Walker’s Dat Right There plays in the background. After they finish, two other guys are up and dancing to the next song on Sakura’s setlist.

Sakura follows your gaze as you watch Hoseok get mixed into the crowd once again, a smile playing on her lips. "Looks like your friend knows how to move," she remarks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

You nod in agreement, feeling a swell of pride over your friend getting complimented. “Yup! He’s won several dance competitions in the past.” You sip your blue cup. What even is the alcohol inside this cup? You think maybe you should stop drinking before you start to get the urge to puke. Though, when else can you go all out like this without their supervision?

“Competition!? Woah, that’s on a whole other level than Jun! He’s in the school’s dance team too.”

You want to continue your conversation with Sakura, but suddenly, you feel your vision spin. Shit, maybe you are at your limit. You used to be able to drink more, why are you so weak tonight? You try to hold onto the table for stability, which then catches Sakura’s attention.

“Wait, hey…you okay?”

You quickly look up at her, and wave her off. “Uh, yeah! 100%. Just need some water.”

“There’s cases of bottled water in the kitchen, just head in through the back door. Think you can make it there? I would help, but I’m—”

You manage a weak smile, grateful for Sakura's concern. "Don’t worry! I'll do that. Thanks, Sakura," you reply, your voice sounding more slurred as you attempt to maintain your composure. With a determined nod, you push yourself away from the table, focusing on steadying your steps as you make your way toward the back door.

As you navigate through the throngs of bodies, you can feel the effects of the alcohol weighing heavily on your senses. The music seems louder now, the lights brighter, and the voices around you a chaotic blur. You press a hand to your temple, willing away the dizzy spell that threatens to overwhelm you.

The sudden shift in atmosphere hits you like a wave as you step inside the house. The air is thick with smoke, a potent mixture of cigarette and weed fumes that assault your senses. You cough slightly, your eyes watering as you try to adjust to the stifling environment.

The dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, adding to the hazy ambiance. People are scattered throughout the space, lounging on couches, leaning against walls, and mingling in small groups. The music from outside pounds in your ears, reverberating through the walls and floor, making it difficult to think clearly.

Making your way to the kitchen, you find the bottled water, grab one and twist off the cap, taking a long gulp of the refreshing liquid. The relief is short lived though, as you glance around, searching for a familiar face in the sea of strangers. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung are nowhere to be seen for some time.

You feel a pang of unease at being separated from your friends at a random frat party, God knows where. You’re also passed the point of being tipsy.

What school are you even at? Why didn’t you bother asking about it in the car earlier?

Maybe you should try finding Jungkook. Yeah, he should be inside somewhere. You didn’t see him come out earlier.

You walk to the living room to try to search for him amongst the lax bodies taking hits from bongs, but suddenly you hear your name called out.

“Y/N!”

Jungkook?

Wait, did that sound like Jungkook calling out to you? Maybe? Maybe not?

You’re drunk, but the voice sounds familiar, though. Who is that?

You turn around.

And when you do, you immediately regret it.

The familiar voice that you deemed to be Jungkook was not him, but it wasn’t completely unfamiliar to you at all. You used to hear this voice so often. A voice that would whisper sweet nothings to you in the late summer nights and would annoy the hell out of you with his comments.

It can’t be him, you think. You’re drunk! You’re just drunk, Y/N! Why would it be him, here, right now? As much as you tried to refute the appearance of that man before you, the image became clearer.

Choi Yeonjun.

Once you realize this, everything around you seizes movement. Soon, it feels like you stepped into a dream with how hazy everything has become. The atmosphere consumed with smoke from people smoking weed here is definitely not helping.

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol running through your veins or your anxiety making the world spin once more, but there’s a curdling feeling in your stomach now.

Before you can even think, your legs start to move you back, very slowly. Away from the man who left you devastated and heartbroken not too long ago.

“Y-Yeon–”

“Y/N…”

Fuck. It’s been almost two years and you still can’t fucking say his name. What’s wrong with you? You’re over him. Why are you somehow standing here in fear just from being in his presence?

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Me either.” That’s all you can mutter out? Wait. Is the “Jun” that Hoseok was dancing against earlier. Holy shit, this is all making sense. Of course you knew he went to a university close to you, but there’s thousands of students going there too. You would’ve never thought you’d just see fucking Yeonjun out of all people at a random ass frat party.

You wonder if he could sense the fear crawling through your skin, controlling your muscle movements. Your vision quivers twice as much as it should. Don’t make eye contact dammit.

Too late.

Despite your overwhelming urge to flee, you force yourself to stand your ground as Yeonjun approaches closer, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow. Every instinct screams at you to run, to go find the guys, to escape the memories that threaten to engulf you, but you swallow down your fear and brace yourself for what comes next.

"How have you been?" He asks, his voice soft yet filled with a tinge of uncertainty.

You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of softness. And perhaps weakness. Your heart pounds in your chest, your palms clammy with nerves as you struggle to find the right words to respond. You’re gonna puke at this rate and it’s going to be embarrassing.

"Good... uh, how are you?" you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes, the fear of what you might see reflected in them too overwhelming to bear. Instead, you focus on a spot just over his shoulder, willing yourself to remain composed despite the turmoil raging inside you.

Yeonjun's response is brief, almost curt. "Good," he says, his voice devoid of any emotion.

There's a tense silence between you two. You can feel the weight of the past pressing down on you, threatening to suffocate you with its suffocating embrace. But still, you refuse to break, determined to weather the storm no matter what.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Yeonjun speaks again, his voice hesitant yet persistent on something. "Okay, look, I know it’s been awhile, but I noticed you talking to Sakura earlier and I thought it was fate that I saw you after so long. Can we talk?"

“Huh? What?”

Now what’s this about? You’ve been through too much and having a conversation about whatever the fuck is on his mind is something you do not want to do tonight. Or ever. You guys have been done. You have no more tears left to cry. You know your heart lies elsewhere.

“I know things ended badly when I left you, but—”

You’re not sure if he’s apologizing after reflecting on the past some time ago or if he’s trying to get back together with you, but you cannot stomach this. You want to leave. He’s probably drunk anyways. If he sincerely feels either of the two ways, he would’ve come to find you earlier to tell while he’s sober.

“Yeonjun,” You sigh heavily as you interrupt him, giving him a stern expression to show that you’re serious, “I’m not feeling too great right now. I need to go find the guys.”

“The guys?” Yeonjun scoffs. “You’re still hanging around with them?”

“Who?”

“Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin.”

What? You’re not even going to tell him that’s not who you’re here with, but now you have questions. There’s something he’s clearly insinuating here that he never told you when you two were dating. You wonder if it’s related to the reason why he ended things when you thought they were going so well.

You want to keep edging him on until he spills.

“What’s wrong with that?” You raise your eyebrow, getting progressively more pissed off.

Yeonjun’s gaze hardens, his features contorting with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. “What’s wrong with that?” he echoes, his voice tinged with bitterness. “Can’t believe you’re still so dense after all this time.”

No, never mind. You’re not going to stand here and be degraded until you get a piece of a puzzle that doesn’t matter anymore.

“If you’re going to fucking insult me, then I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not leaving yet!” Yeonjun suddenly grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. His fingers dig into your skin with a painful intensity. You cringe for a moment. Panic courses through your veins as you struggle against his hold, desperate to break free from his grasp.

Before you could fight against his hold further, you turn to see a man, similar in height to Yeonjun, shoving him roughly against the nearest wall, his expression dark and menacing. This action makes Yeonjun let go as his hands are now elsewhere.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch the altercation unfold, fear and uncertainty swirling inside you like a raging storm. Who is this man?

Holy shit.

Looking at him closely, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks—it's Namjoon.

Why is he here? How did he know you guys were here anyway?

"What the fuck is your problem grabbing her like that?" Namjoon's voice cuts through the chaos, his tone filled with anger and concern.

“Wait, Namjoon! Just stop. Let it go!”

Hoseok's voice breaks through the chaos, drawing your attention. He strides towards you, his eyes blazing with fury and worry. Taehyung and Jungkook follow closely behind, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. A crowd starts to form around them, even bringing in more people from outside after hearing the commotion.

Namjoon moves quickly, grabbing Yeonjun by the collar. “I don’t like violence, but you’ve really been pissing me off since that summer.” he growls, his voice dripping with menace.

Yeonjun staggers backward, out of Namjoon’s hold. Though his eyes remain wide with shock. He seems uncertain of what to do next, caught off guard by Namjoon's appearance and sudden aggression. His expression shifts from surprise to defiance, his jaw clenched with determination.

"Pissed off at me?" Yeonjun's voice is laced with poison, his eyes narrowing as he locks gazes with Namjoon. "I'm the one pissed off at you knowing she liked you this whole time and you never noticed a goddamn thing."

You remain frozen while hearing the words coming out of Yeonjun’s mouth. You liking Namjoon this whole time? Gears turn in your head. Did you never realize those feelings slip out of you? During the times you’d lovingly call Yeonjun, ‘Junnie’...did it feel so right because it was the same nickname Namjoon had? Yeonjun suddenly interjects with a sharp tone, "So you should stop acting up."

The room falls into a momentary silence, punctuated only by the muffled thud as Yeonjun swiftly grabs a book from a nearby table and hits Namjoon's head with it. There's an audible gasp from the onlookers, some leaning forward in their spots to get a better view, while others recoil in shock at the unexpected turn of events.

Namjoon, caught off guard by the sudden blow, winces as the book makes contact with his head. He instinctively brings a hand up to rub the spot where he was struck, his expression a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

You, too, are taken aback by Yeonjun's action, your eyes widening as you and hoping they’ll just stop.

Namjoon regains his posture and immediately goes back to gripping Yeonjun's collar, this time more tightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he retorts, his voice low and dangerous.

Yeonjun laughs, a bitter edge to the sound. "How thick is your skull? You can’t see how she’s looking at you, even now?” he sneers. "She's always been thinking of you all this time! Even when I was fucking her—"

Before Yeonjun can finish his sentence, Namjoon's fist connects with his jaw, the force of the blow sending him staggering backward once more. Yeonjun stumbles again, his balance thrown off by the unexpected attack and he falls to the floor.

The room erupts into chaos as people nearby shout and gasp in surprise. Namjoon steps forward, his expression dark and unreadable as he advances on Yeonjun, who raises his hands defensively.

"Namjoon, stop!" Your voice cuts through the tumult, your tone urgent as you rush forward to intervene.

“Y/N, get away from them!” Jungkook runs towards you, trying to pull you away. Hoseok and Taehyung's faces are etched with concern as they rush to restrain Namjoon. Two other guys you recognize as Yeonjun’s close friends Soobin and Taehyun try to restrain Yeonjun as well.

You run towards Namjoon and with a strong pull, manage to move him away and make him snap out of his sudden rage. When he looks down at your eyes, he notices you're slowly sobbing, frustrated.

He turns to look at Yeonjun, sitting on the ground as Soobin and Taehyun tend to his bloody nose as a result of the punch.

As Namjoon's eyes meet yours, he registers the anguish reflected in your tear-filled gaze. The sight of your distress is like a bucket of cold water, jolting him out of his blind rage. Guilt washes over him as he realizes the impact his actions have had on you.

"Y/N," he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

But before he can finish his apology, you turn away, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Your heart feels heavy with a mixture of emotions—anger, frustration, and overwhelming sadness. You feel stupid in a way. What are you upset about? Is it because he fought and hurt Yeonjun? Is it because of the pact he had with Yoongi and Jimin? Is it because Yeonjun touched upon growing feelings you tried to repress?

Probably, it’s all of the above.

Namjoon reaches out to touch your arm, his expression pleading. "We need to talk."

Should you talk to Namjoon? You’re starting to sober up a bit after all that, so maybe you should come clean to him about everything that has happened not only in the last few weeks, but the last few months.

And perhaps, it’s time to put an end to your feelings or let yourself be consumed by them.

“Okay, fine, let’s go outside," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. You wipe your tears, calming your breathing to stop the sobs. Namjoon nods in agreement, his expression somber as he follows you through the crowd.

+++++++++++

“Why are you here?” You look down impatiently at Namjoon, who is now sitting on the sidewalk outside of the Eta Psi house.

John, Soyoon, and San stand outside, their expressions etched with concern as they searched for you earlier. Namjoon waves them away, urging them to retreat inside and grant you both some privacy. They comply reluctantly, casting worried glances over their shoulders as they leave. They didn’t witness the fight or Namjoon getting hit, but it is evident from the tear stains on your face and Namjoon's deflated demeanor that something bad happened. They will likely learn the details later from Jungkook, who will be sure to fill them in once they are indoors.

“What? Why are you here? At this party a few towns over, all alone?”

“I wasn't alone! I came here with Tae, Jungkook and Hoseok. But what the hell is wrong with you?” “What do you mean what the fuck is wrong with me? Yeonjun suddenly grabbed you. I was trying to protect you.”

“You didn’t need to protect me because I could’ve handled that! Way better than you, who started a fight!” you retort, your voice rising with anger.

Stunned, Namjoon huffs in disbelief, jaw working overtime. “You were standing there for a solid five minutes, hands shaking, and stuck in place!”

He saw that too? Shit. He’s right. You couldn’t even move, and once again it was just like the summer right before freshman year of college. Right when he broke up with you and the last time you ever faced him. You hate having to recall that day when it felt like all the love you poured into this human you cared for so dearly became dried up and nonexistent.

Not wanting to admit your faults and being in a partially drunk stupor, you let your cold nature take over.

“Who even asked you to do that?” you snap, your tone cold and defensive.

Namjoon only stares at you, unblinking and feeling the distance you suddenly put in between him. “Who asked me? Who–” he begins, but his words trail off.

This silence cuts through the night air. For once in your life, Namjoon cannot find the right words to articulate his thoughts. He suddenly looks flustered, debating what he should even say.

And in that second, your harsher features start to soften in realization. You regret your bitter question aimed at him and reflecting on your past trauma. Why did you have to say that? What the fuck is wrong with you? You used to be more calm and collective for fucks sake. Who even are you anymore?

Namjoon can be petty by nature too, though he’s never been like that toward you.

“Says the same person who’s been in a fuck buddies deal with Yoongi and Jimin.”

Silence once again. Except now, it is accompanied by a light shower. It’s raining.

Your mind, however, is very loud right now. Screaming internally with millions of questions. More importantly: How the fuck did he find out? Did the other guys spill to him? Or did he know all along? Since when?

“Joon, that’s just…it’s not…” Cat has your tongue now.

He chuckles bitterly, “Am I even mad? Nah, ‘mad’ doesn’t even cut it.” he mutters, his voice tinged with sadness. He looks down at his hands, now covered in droplets of rainwater, and sighs heavily. “I’ve been good at hiding it, but it’s been so fucking upsetting how stupid you three are for doing that. But how the fuck could I have confronted y’all?”

“Well if it weren’t for you making out with Jihyo at the party right in front my eyes, then this wouldn’t have happened. I just got so upset and ran off. Yoongi was only trying to comfort me, but I was the one who initiated everything. So if you’re going to hate someone, hate me.”

You may have lost Yoongi and Jimin, but the idea of Namjoon hating you and losing him hurts so much. But if you have to end things, might as well do it now.

So fucking much.

“No.” He mumbles.

“What?” “No.” Namjoon’s voice is much clearer, and definitive. He stares into your eyes, but before you can fully process his response, your own words spill out in a rush of guilt and self-loathing.

“Uh I’ve been sleeping with our other two best friends, and even that won’t get you to hate me?” Tears blur your vision and you struggle to formulate a coherent discussion of every selfish thing you’ve done. “I feel like the shittiest person alive right now! Yoongi and I basically did that out of frustration against you and Jimin becoming distant and changing. Then Jimin ended things with Irene because he liked me all this time and then he got caught up with me and Yoongi and now we got into a fight and–”

“I’m never going to hate you, Y/N.” Namjoon interrupts, his voice steady and filled with unwavering conviction. “Because even if you did that shit, it’s clear as day to me why you did all of that. It’s because you’ve been in love with me all this time too.” His words hang in the air, a profound acknowledgment of the truth that lingers between you.

There it is.

The thoughts you never wanted to address, not even to Yoongi on the night of the Gamma party.

Namjoon finally realized too. You hate to thank Yeonjun for making the dots connect in his mind.

“Well, congrats on opening Pandora’s box, because you’re right.” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Is he going to say something sassy, like ‘I’m always right!’? You wouldn’t even mind him shoving it in your face, because you deserve it after all. You got yourself into this mess.

Namjoon rises from the sidewalk and you find yourself enveloped in his warm embrace under the rain, his arms a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of your emotions. In that moment, you realize that perhaps there’s still hope for the two of you, despite the mistakes and misunderstandings that have plagued your relationship. As you stand in Namjoon’s embrace, surrounded by the gentle patter of raindrops and the soft glow of streetlights, you find the courage to bare your soul to him.

“Namjoon,” you begin, your voice trembling with emotion, “Ever since we first became friends, I’ve felt something for you. It’s hard to put into words, but it’s always been there, just lingering beneath the surface.”

You pause, your thoughts drifting to the countless moments you’ve shared with him—the laughter, the tears, the late-night conversations that stretched into dawn about the most existential topics. From elementary until now. Each memory is etched into your heart, forming a tapestry of emotions that binds you to him in ways you never imagined possible.

“But it’s not just you,” you continue, your words spilling out in a rush of honesty. “Yoongi and Jimin, they’ve also carved out a place in my heart, each in their own way. It’s complex, messy, and kinda overwhelming.”

Your voice wavers as you confess the tangled web of emotions that have plagued you for so long. “But you, Namjoon…you’re the first love I never wanted to admit. I really wanted to take this to the grave if I could.”

Namjoon’s arms tighten around you, offering silent reassurance as you lay bare your deepest fears and desires. You already know how he feels, but him having the chance to hear you out probably eased every one of his own doubts and concerns.

As the rain continues to fall around you, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the scene, you feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only you and Namjoon standing amidst the gentle rhythm of the rain.

With a newfound clarity, you tilt your head up to meet Namjoon's gaze, the air thick with anticipation. His eyes, dark pools of warmth and understanding, reflect the same emotions swirling within your own heart.

In this moment, there's no need for words. The unspoken longing between you hangs heavy in the air, a silent symphony of desire and yearning that binds you together.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you reach up, your fingers tangling in the damp strands of Namjoon's hair. His breath catches in his throat as you draw him closer, your lips hovering just inches apart.

And then, with a surge of courage born from the depths of your heart, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his in a tender, tentative kiss.

The world seems to stand still as your lips meet, a symphony of emotions surrounding you, with a euphoric dizzying.You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol in your system doing that anymore. This is purely you in this moment suspended in time while the soft caress of your lips are against his.

For a heartbeat, you linger in the sweetness of the kiss, savoring the taste of rain and desire on his lips. And then, as if Namjoon becomes more confident in the moment, he deepens the kiss, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as you lose yourself in the intoxicating embrace of each other.

And this is where you realize, in the gentle patter of rain and the soft glow of streetlights, that this is where you belong—in Namjoon's arms, with his lips pressed against yours, in a world where love knows no bounds.

You pull away from the kiss, a soft giggle escapes your lips. The sound mingles with the gentle patter of raindrops around you. "I've wanted to do that for so long," you admit, a playful glint in your eyes. "Even when you were being annoying and scolding me at times, I thought it would've been better to shut you up with a kiss."

Namjoon's cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, his gaze shifting away shyly. "I...I wouldn't have minded," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. You love seeing this flustered side of him, and hope you can see more of it.

Before you can respond, the sound of wet footsteps interrupts the moment, and you turn to see John emerging from the house, followed closely by Soyoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, Taehyung, and San, who peer curiously from behind him.

"Are you lovebirds done over there?" John teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gestures to you and Namjoon.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, feeling embarrassed that you were likely caught kissing Namjoon. Though, besides John’s question, no one else comments on the situation. "Um yeah, I think I wanna go back home," you say, your gaze shifting to Namjoon, who nods in agreement. "I wasn’t feeling good earlier, had too much to drink." "That’s why I told you to be careful!" Jungkook chimes in, scolding you jokingly as he tries to earn some brownie points from Namjoon for looking out for you. “You didn’t say anything!” You expose him, eliciting laughter from everyone present. Even amidst the lighthearted banter, your mind drifts back to Yeonjun, more or less because you’re worried about him taking legal action against Namjoon. “Wait, is Yeonjun…”

“Yeonjun’s going to be fine," Jungkook reassures, making you sigh in relief. "Hueningkai and Beomgyu helped take him up to his room. He was pretty drunk, so we don’t think he’ll remember anything that happened tonight.”

Relief washes over you at Jungkook's reassurance about Yeonjun's well-being, the worry in your chest easing slightly.

“Alright, I’ll take you and the others back,” John announces, motioning for you to follow him to his car parked across the street from the frat house.

As you approach the vehicle, you turn to Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook across the street. “Are you guys heading back too?”

Hoseok shakes his head with a smile. “Nah, we’ll stick around for a bit longer, make sure everything's all good here.”

“The night is still young for us, but go get some rest, Honey,” Taehyung says, gesturing for you to get in the car.

You give them a grateful smile, appreciating their willingness to stay behind and look out for any potential trouble.

With a final wave, you climb into John's car along with Namjoon, Soyoon, San, and John himself, ready to return back to campus. The engine revs to life, and soon you’re turning the street corner, leaving the chaos of the frat party behind you. As the streetlights flicker past, you lean back in your seat, feeling a sense of relief and contentment wash over you.

+++++++++++

“I’ll help take Y/N inside and then walk back home,” Namjoon tells John as he shuts the door of his car. “Alright, just text me when you make it back. Have a good night, guys.” John waves, exiting the parking lot in front of Hwasa’s dorm and disappearing in the distance. He dropped off Soyoon and San at their dorms across campus, so he is just headed back to his off-campus apartment. Before you swipe Hwasa’s student ID to enter her dorm, you suddenly feel your stomach churn with nausea. Maybe it was the ride back that made you queasy, or the fact that the only contents in your stomach were alcohol. Without warning, the urge to vomit hits you like a tidal wave, and you bolt towards a nearby bush, clutching your stomach in distress. Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in concern as he watches you rush away. He quickly follows, his footsteps echoing against the pavement as he reaches your side. Without hesitation, he holds your hair up to prevent the puke from sticking to it accidently.

You continue to retch, emptying the contents of your stomach into the bush, Namjoon stays by your side, offering silent support and comfort. His reassuring presence helps to calm your racing heartbeat, grounding you amid your discomfort.

“I-I…really hate throwing up so much,” you admit between gasps, your voice trembling with embarrassment.

“I know,” Namjoon replies softly, his tone understanding. “You should’ve been more cautious.”

You nod weakly, acknowledging his words even as you struggle to regain your composure.

“I know that,” you murmur, pushing yourself upright and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “But I was upset...sad…needed something to take my mind off of the stuff with Yoongi and Jimin.” You swipe access and enter the building together.

“Yeah, how did all of that happen?”

“Well, it’s a long story…”

And you proceed to tell him everything that happened, from the night you first had sex with Yoongi all up until the fight that Jimin initiated at Friday Night Game Night two weeks ago. While you told him the story, you got changed, brushed your teeth, and drank some water to rehydrate you after the vomiting. He sat on your bed, watching you do each task and listening to you carefully.

Once you’ve completed your routine, you join Namjoon on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress beside him.

“I think the answer is obvious, but we made that pact because we’ve been in love with you for a long time,” Namjoon begins, his voice soft as he gazes up at the twinkling string lights that adorn the room. “Sometime during junior year, we were at Yoongi’s house and just started talking about our feelings and didn’t know what to do.” He lays back against your pillows, sighing. “We didn’t want to ruin our friendship with you and we also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Namjoon continues, his tone tinged with regret. “We didn’t think you’d like us back because you were occupied with other guys on your mind back then. So, at that time, we decided to agree that neither of us would pursue you and move on.”

“Except that Yoongi decided to say fuck it,” you interject with a wry smile, remembering the impulsive decision that changed everything.

Namjoon chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, we had tried to move on, though Yoongi probably couldn’t let you go, so he went for it. Can’t believe he did that, but I would’ve done the same if I were in his shoes.”

He turns to you, his expression earnest as he asks, "So, what are you going to do, Tiny? How are you planning to reconcile your friendship with them?"

You pause, feeling stress settle heavily on your shoulders once again. It’s a dilemma you’ve grappled with countless times, each solution more elusive than the last. "I still don't know," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "In an ideal world, I'd love to be with you and them, but is that even possible?"

Namjoon's eyes soften with understanding as he listens to your concerns. "That’s a thing, you know," he suggests tentatively. “It’s called being in a polycule together."

You gasp, the concept both surprising and intriguing. "A polycule?" you repeat, your mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think...could that really work?"

Namjoon nods thoughtfully, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "Maybe," he replies, his voice tinged with cautious optimism. "It's definitely something worth considering, but we'd all have to think about it more and talk it through together."

A polycule. You can’t deny how much you’d be down for the idea. The thought of being in a loving, supportive relationship with Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi is undeniably appealing. However, there are other things to consider, like the future of the relationship and how you could ever present this to your own families. No doubt your parents would get a heart attack. But maybe, you’d figure out how to make this work. You don’t have to publicly get married, maybe you could just frame it as being single forever with your other single best friends. It’d be like that article about the seven Chinese girlfriends buying a mansion to retire and die together.

You move to straddle Namjoon’s lap excitedly, “I want to try that,”

Namjoon's expression shifts from contemplative to surprised as you straddle his lap, the sudden change in proximity catching him off guard. He blinks, momentarily taken aback by your boldness, before a soft smile spreads across his lips.

You look at his beautiful deep brown dragon eyes, always so mesmerizing.Your heart flutters at the sight, reassured by the warmth in his gaze. You're acutely aware of the intimate closeness between you, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes, igniting a flicker of desire deep within you.

For a moment, Namjoon doesn’t respond. He’s caught off guard, thinking about how cute you look being on top of him like this. When he doesn’t respond right away, you give him a puzzled look.

"You're only wearing underwear under your oversized Pokémon t-shirt?" He teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Huh?” Your cheeks redden, “Y-You could tell?”

“Yeah.”

Your heart skips a beat as Namjoon's hand brushes against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch is gentle yet electrifying.

Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, Namjoon pulls you down, your lips meet his in a kiss full of need and desire.

As your lips meld together in a tender embrace, the kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and intense. You feel the gentle pressure of Namjoon's lips parting, inviting you into his mouth. With a soft whimper of desire, you accept the invitation, allowing your tongue to dance against his.

He starts undressing you, from your t-shirt to your panties, eager to finally have you after all this time. Once you’re naked, you pull yourself back up and let him bask in the view of you. He’s awestruck by the sight of your perky breasts.

He takes a moment to admire your curves, his eyes lingering on the way your rounded hips fit perfectly into your waist. He traces the line of your belly button with his fingertips, marveling at the way your skin feels under his touch.

You watch him, enjoying the way he looks at you, and suddenly you're desperate for more. You reach down and cupping his face, pulling his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

Your fingers trail down his arms, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt, as his hands slide up your sides, grazing your ribs before moving up to cup your breasts. His touch feels divine, his fingers gently tugging at your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

His lips travel down your neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses as he goes. You can't help but moan softly, your head falling back in pleasure. He runs his tongue over the swell of your collarbone, and then moves downward, his lips leaving a hot, wet trail as he goes. He sucks gently on your nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.

You arch your back, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your body. You feel his hands slide down your belly, the warmth of his fingers tracing circles on your skin. He kisses his way down your stomach, his lips leaving warm, wet kisses in a trail that leads to your hips.

You can feel the anticipation building up inside you. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches the top of your thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. You're not sure what he's going to do next, and that's part of the thrill.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire. He moves to remove his sweatpants, his shirt, and finally his boxer briefs.

You watch him, your eyes widening as he stands before you, completely naked. It's the first time you've seen him without clothes, and it's a sight that takes your breath away. He's been your best friend for so long, and now here he is, vulnerable and exposed in front of you.

His erection sticks up prominently, a testament to his arousal. He's bigger than you expected, and the sight of it makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

Before you can think about it, you reach out and touch him, tentatively wrapping your fingers around his shaft. It feels warm and hard in your hand, and you can't help but marvel at how it's throbbing beneath your touch.

He moans softly, and you can tell that he's enjoying your touch. You run your thumb over the head of his penis, feeling the slit that moistens with pre-cum. It's an intimate moment, and you can’t believe this is the first time you’re able to touch him this way.

You stroke him gently, feeling his muscles tense and relax as you do. His hips move subtly, as though he's enjoying your touch. You're grateful for his trust in you, and for the connection that's brought you to this moment.

As you continue to stroke him, you feel his hand on your thigh, gently running his fingers up and down your leg. It's a small gesture, but it means the world to you. It's a sign that he's not only comfortable with where this is going, but that he's also enjoying himself.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against his ear. "I'm so glad we're doing this," he whispers. "I've wanted this for so long,

“And I'm so glad you're here with me."

You can't help but feel a surge of emotion welling up inside you. This wasn't just about having sex with Namjoon, but the long, slow burning affection you and Namjoon have likely had for one another. You nod, your cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and affection.

He smiles warmly at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I know you're nervous, but don't worry," he reassures you. "We'll take it slow."

You nod, swallowing hard as you take a deep breath. This moment feels like something you've been dreaming about for years, and you're both nervous and excited all at once.

Namjoon's fingers trail up your inner thigh, and you can't help but moan softly as his touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You reach down, and tentatively guide his hand towards your now soaked core, your legs parting slightly to allow him access.

He gently slides his fingers between your labia, feeling the dampness and heat that awaits him. You gasp as his fingers brush against your clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Is this okay?" He murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern. You nod, unable to speak past the desire now coursing through you. “Words, please baby girl.”

The nickname immediately catches you offguard but you don’t comment on it. Your horniness yet again clouding your ability to question things.

“Y-Yes!”

With this confirmation, his fingers slide inside you, two, then three, stretching you gently as he explores your depths. You can't help but moan loudly, your body arching into his touch.

"You feel so amazing inside," he whispers, his fingers moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm. You can't help but thrust your hips into his hand, desperate for more.

He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers continue to thrust inside of you. Your body is alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

As he continues to fuck you with his fingers, you can feel your orgasm building. It starts as a gentle tingle, then grows into a throbbing need that courses through your entire body.

"I'm going to come," you gasp, your voice shaking with desire. Namjoon grins, his eyes shining with need as he increases the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me," he urges, his voice low and filled with lust.

Every thrust of his fingers and every circle of his thumb brings you closer to the edge, until finally, you can't take it anymore. The band unwinds and you start to squirm in place.

You lay there, breathing heavily, waiting for the high to go down. You feel somewhat embarassed that he just did this to you and saw you come. You can’t help but want him more of his touch. You want him inside you.

"Namjoon," you breathe, your voice rough with desire. "I want you to be inside me."

His eyes flash with desire, and he pulls his fingers out of you with a soft pop. He moves towards the bed, his erection leading the way.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice deep and filled with anticipation.

You nod, your heart racing as you watch him position himself at your entrance. You can feel his knees between your legs, and the heat of his body presses against yours.

"You can do it without the condom, I’m on BC." you whisper, your voice shaking with nerves and desire. “I-I’m ready.”

With one smooth motion, Namjoon pushes himself inside you. You gasp at the sensation. Holy fuck, he’s huge. Can you really fit him in you? You’ve never experienced someone this big. Namjoon senses your discomfort and is about to ask if he should stop, however, you wave him off.

“Please keep going, Joon.” Your body clenches around his erection as he continues, filling you completely to the brim.

"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes locked on yours. "This feels better than I imagined."

He places his hand right below your stomach, and you can see the switch in his demeanor become darker. He smirks at you. “I can even feel myself right here”

“H-Holy shit,” These are the only words you can let out as he starts to further dominate you.

“I’m going to start moving, okay baby?”

“Mhm.” Just nodding in agreement, you brace yourself for what is about to come. Namjoon's eyes never leave yours as he begins to move inside of you, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first before growing more forceful with each passing second. You cry out with each stroke, your nails digging into his back as he fills you completely.

Your hips start meeting his movements, your body craving the sensation of him inside of you. You moan loudly, your body arching into his touch.

His cock slides in and out of you, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure that leaves you breathless. You reach up, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, his voice filled with lust. "You're so tight."

As he plunges deeper into you, he leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dances with yours, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you harder and faster. You don’t want it to end, but you can feel the building tension within you again, the waves of pleasure threatening to overflow.

Every thrust brings you closer to the edge, and you know that you're not far from coming again. You arch your back, your hips moving in time with his thrusts.

"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your voice shaking with need. Namjoon groans, his eyes locked.

"Then cum for me, baby girl," he growls, his voice deep and filled with lust. He thrusts harder and faster into you, his body bucking against yours as he drives himself deeper into you.

Every thrust of his hips sends another wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your body is alive with sensation, every touch, every kiss, every thrust sending you higher and higher.

You can feel your orgasm building, pulsing through your core, and you know that this time it will be even more intense than before. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with desire, and you can feel your climax reaching its peak.

"That's it," Namjoon mutters, his voice ragged with desire. "Cum for me, baby girl. Let me feel you come on my dick."

The words send you over the edge, and you scream his name as you come, your body convulsing around his dick.

"F-Fuck!" you scream, your voice echoing through the room. "Joonie!"

He feels your muscles clenching around him, and he knows that he can’t hold on much longer. He slams into you one last time, his own release building to a shuddering climax inside you.

"I'm cumming," he groans, his voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck, I'm cumming!"

As you both reach the peak of your orgasms, your bodies are shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. Breathing heavily. Sweating tremendously from the heat. Your nerves feel alive, and the overwhelming desire for him grows stronger.

As the waves of aftershocks subsided, he pulls out of you gently, his cock glistening with your wetness. He breathes heavily, his eyes filled with laughter as he helps you clean up. It has been quite the experience, and you both know that this will probably become a regular part of your love life.

After cleaning up, he helps you into bed, spooning you from behind. You can feel that he was still hard under the sheets, and you giggle at his persistence.

"Joonie, you're still hard," you whisper, a smile on your face.

"I know, but I don't want to cum again just yet," he replies, his voice low and filled with desire. "I want to hold you like this for a while." He caresses your cheek gently.

You snuggle into his arms, your heart full of love for him. You drift off to sleep for a bit, before you wake up again wanting to do it again. This time, spending time pleasuring him. You suck his dick and deepthroat it, despite his worries.

With this event, you know that your life will never be the same again. Namjoon has forever changed you, as well as Yoongi and Jimin and you couldn't be more grateful.

All that is left is figuring if you can make the polycule idea a reality.

Would it be insane if you’d try it? If you helped initiate the virginity race, then you could do this too. +++++++++++ [Extra POV]

Meanwhile, inside the house, chaos slowly dissipates as Soobin and Taehyun rush to tend to Yeonjun's bloody nose on the floor. Jungkook, guilt-ridden, is apologizing profusely for his friend's actions, his words tumbling out in a rush of remorse.

Beomgyu and Hueningkai, Yeonjun’s other close frat brothers, arrive on the scene. Beomgyu's laughter ringing through the air as he chides Yeonjun for his reckless behavior.

"Man, you're lucky Namjoon didn't knock you into next week!" he jokes, though there's an edge of concern in his voice. “Can’t believe you thought it was fine to go up against a guy three times bigger than you!”

“Beomgyu, shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear it.” Yeonjun groans as he holds a crumpled tissue paper to his nose waiting for the bleeding to stop.

Hueningkai turns to Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok, sighing, "Guys, your friend Namjoon needs to get out of here soon before the cops decide to show up from the commotion," he says, his tone urgent.

Hoseok nods in agreement. "He'll be out soon," he assures them. “They’re outside talking it out. If they don’t wrap it up in 15 minutes, I’m dragging his ass to John’s car or Jungkook’s.”

“Yoooo, what the hell happened?” Soyoon chimes in with John and San trailing behind her. She looks at the sight in the living room all confused.

“The guy on the floor is Honey’s ex and Namjoon fought him because he was being an ass.” Jungkook summarizes, make the three nod in understanding.

“God, can you all shut up and stop talking about–” Yeonjun winces in pain, making Soobin panic.

Taehyun, his patience wearing thin, scolds Yeonjun sternly. "Well, what did you think was going to happen?" he chastises. "Jungkook told me Namjoon is in the gym five times a week, and all you do is shotgun beers and chase tri delts."

Taehyung chuckles at the remark, unable to resist the humor in the situation. "Yeah, you might want to rethink your strategy next time, buddy," he quips, though there's an underlying seriousness to his tone.

“I wanted to be friends with Y/N again.” Yeonjun slurs, his lips pouting out. “Can I have another drink?”

“But you see where that got you!” Soobin intervenes. "And no!” He firmly denies Yeonjun's request for another drink. "You've had enough drinks for one night, Jjun.”

Yeonjun grumbles in protest, but Soobin's resolve is unwavering. With a supportive arm, he helps Yeonjun stand up, steadying him as they both rise. "I think you should go to bed," Soobin suggests softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "We'll handle slowly dispersing people out and tell them to go to another party."

Yeonjun nods. Beomgyu and Hueningkai step forward to offer their assistance. Beomgyu slings an arm around Yeonjun's shoulders, offering him a supportive grip, while Hueningkai moves to steady him from the other side.

"Let's get you to bed, man," Beomgyu says with a sympathetic smile, his tone reassuring.

Yeonjun leans on them for support, grateful for their presence as they navigate through the crowd.

But as he stumbled along with his friends' support, Yeonjun couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of regret gnawing at him. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hostile, towards you or Namjoon. It wasn't fair to you at all. It wasn’t why he wanted to talk to you anyways

He couldn't shake the guilt that washed over him as he thought about your past together. He'd acted out of jealousy and hurt, hoping to reclaim a piece of something that was long gone. But now, faced with the consequences of his actions, he realized how foolish he'd been.

With this, he’s closing the door forever.

All he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep off the alcohol-induced haze.

tbc !!!!! :D

a/n: 3 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT. we are getting closer and closer to the eventual polycule we might get... or not. this was probably the most exciting chapter to write because it was planned since LAST AUGUST. literally before any chapter of this series dropped. rae and i had been plotting the yeonjun v. namjoon fight since then and ironically yeonjun was in apartment 404 and filmed a fight scene. so thank me for manifesting yeonjun fighting lmao. it took me a little over a month to write because i had job interviews and rae was busy with life/school to edit as well so apologies on the delay, but it is here now. i will try to work on ch 10 and make sure it doesn't take to long, but i have to be job searching so it might take some time again. the goal is to finish this series before the anniversary in late august so we will see. would love to hear y'alls thoughts or theories on what will happen to our favorite quad and the rest of the house next chapter. thank you all for reading!

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AMAZON WOMEN'S PROTOCOLS — A STORY FROM THE GYNARCHIC WORLD BEFORE THE CATASTROPHE — 1ST PART

"His job was to ensure the toilets and that the floors of the bathroom remained spotlessly clean. For a seemingly simple job, it was surprisingly demanding. The club was usually opened from 5 PM to 10 AM and during this time it was visited by hundreds of empowered Women. During the weekends when Women went out partying and the club was full, he could barely keep up the peace. Every time a Lady used a toilet, he was supposed to crawl into her cubicle and clean it. In between cleaning the cubicles he was supposed to scrub the floors, pick up the trash and even clean the Ladies footwear if She wished/wanted for. What made his job even more difficult was the strict male domestic protocol that required him to always display an utmost servility and abasement. A crawler wasn’t supposed to live for a minute without constantly reminding him and his surrounding of what he was... A lower form of life. When in the presence of a Woman he was supposed to drop everything and kowtow before Her with his forehead touching the ground."

PART I

In a Female Dominated Society male creatures are governed by the rule of Female Law. Even a uniquely Utopian Society such as the New Amazonia State required a complex set of Gynarchy & Matriarchal laws to ensure a peaceful and productive coexistence for its Lady Citizens and their unquestionable rule over their male domestic slaves. Indeed the Amazon Law regulated many aspects of the New Amazonian Society. It protected Women’s rights and freedoms, regulated the personal relationships between Women and their relations to their property, including their male domestic slaves.

The most striking feature of the Amazon Law was its benevolent nature in addressing its Female subjects. In an advanced form of society, built on mutual respect and cooperation between Women, there was little need for coercion. For the most part the Amazon Law provides a guidance for Women on how to lead a meaningful and productive life in the Female Amazonian State.

This apparently humane and benevolent nature of the Amazon Law took a sharp turn when it came to dealing with males, on whom it often exerted the utmost cruelty. Lady-Amazons saw males as irrational, dangerous and atavistic creatures that were best kept under firm control of the Female. Thus the Female Authorities of New Amazonian State kept a close watch on a handful of free males that were allowed to live on the territory of the Amazonian State.

The Amazon Law had very little patience with those who breached the rules of Gynarchy & Matriarchy World Order. Many a male domestic slaves who toiled under the yoke of his Female Owners would gave anything to return to that day when he stole a Woman’s purse or broke into a store. But his choice was now long forgone since the establishment of the new Female rule in the world.

Once a man was condemned to live the rest of his days in forced labor as a slave, he literally ceased to exist and a new being was brought into life in his place. A wretched being whose sole reason of existence was to serve the Superior Gender the Lady-Citizens of New Amazonian State. A being resembling a human being, yet a being that was infinitely inferior to human before Woman.

A male slave.

PART II

The Amazon Law regulated the lives, or more precisely, the existence of male domestic slaves down to the last detail. Even so, it would be superficial to assume that it somehow addressed them. Male domestic slaves were not considered human beings in New Amazonia State, so they were not really subject to the law in the strict sense of the term. A male domestic slave was always ruled by the Female mind. He was either subject to the whim of an individual Lady or to the collective mind of the Female community. The detailed rules the male domestic slaves had to follow were best thought of as a convenient tool to assist a Lady-Citizen in Her everyday interactions with the male domestic slaves.

Once you think about it, it all makes perfect sense. Amazon males were as slavish as a slave can be. They had no rights and no free will of their own. Amazon Women took great effort in thoroughly reducing their male domestic slaves to the condition of abject servility. During their training they were tormented, crushed, dehumanized and ultimately molded into spineless, blindly obedient automaton male drones.

An Amazon Lady would found it disgusting to imagine that Her male domestic slave possessed even a shred of a free will. For them a male domestic slave was a hollow creature, devoid of any other thought or feeling other than fear the Female and the need to obey Her. As such he was an intrinsically passive male creature. He stayed put up on his abasement until given an order by a Woman.

The lack of personality and ability to think independently of his Mistress made an Amazon slave an ideal multipurpose tool. An Amazon slave combines the resilience and efficacy of the machine with the unique slavishness that can only be found in sentient beings. As most Amazon Women would put it: "Using a robot is not anywhere near than using an actual male domestic slave."

But as it happened, reducing a male to this wretched state came with a price in the New Amazon State. Amazon slaves lacked initiative and required orders to everything and to function properly. It would be terribly inconvenient for Women if they would have to order male domestic slaves around all the time. Wash the dishes! Clean the toilet! Vacuum my room! Polish my boots! Kowtow in my presence! These were all repetitive tasks that male domestic slaves should generally perform without being told so directly in another Gynarchy Sector. Indeed, there were many situations when the presence of a Woman was simply untenable. Male domestic slaves working in unpleasant environments definitely required a whip every now and then for this purpose, but one Female Authority could hardly ask a taskMistress to descend into the sewers just to inspect the sewage of these male domestic slaves for doing their job and what it was required from them to do.

To overcome these drawbacks, complex sets of rules, known as "Amazon Protocols," were enacted in the New Amazonia State. Male domestic's Amazon Protocols regulated the male slave’s behavior down to the last detail. They dictated him when to eat, when to sleep, when and where to work, etc. Amazon Protocol was essentially a male domestic slave’s autopilot. In the absence of a direct order from an Amazon Woman, Amazon Protocol kept the male domestic slaves busy, usually close to their limits.

Amazon slaves did not really learn their protocols. Their protocols were rather implemented in their minds with the help of classical conditioning by Female Trainers of the New Amazonian State. The process was rather simple. Failure to meet the requirements of Amazon Protocols resulted in pain for the male creatures. Only after the male domestic slave had been thoroughly conditioned, only after he had been broken and dehumanized, only after the last remnants of his personality had been squeezed out and replaced by the Amazon Protocols and the slavish instinct, only then could a male slave truly became a generic being just like a male drone. Only then could he be released into the Female Society of the New Amazonia State to meet his ultimate purpose... "To serve the Superior Gender of Women in the Amazon Society."

PART III

Slave Grub was currently busy following his Amazon Protocol in a rather lavishly decorated Ladies room in the capital of New Amazonia State. Grub wasn’t his real name. Male slaves had no names here. They had a number and a barcode tattooed on the back of their heads, which was more than sufficient to keep them apart. Still, Ladies sometimes found it convenient to name a slave, especially if he served indoors. So without giving it much thought his Female owners named him Grub. A fairly common name for a male slave of his category. Quite appropriate too, as he was spending his days crawling on hands and knees.

For a male slave of his category, being close to the ground came natural in the New Amazonia State. The lower the male slave was in terms of male slaves categories, the more oppression and dehumanization he had to endure around the Amazon Women. And slave Grub was certainly near the bottom of the slave ladder. Male slaves in his category were colloquially known as "crawlers" as they literally spent their entire lives crawling on hands and knees in the floor. Indeed, it wasn’t physically possible for them to move around any other way. Their ability to walk upright was medically disabled during the process of their blessed transformation by the Amazon Women Specialists for this purpose.

As pathetic as these male slaves might be, the process of transforming men into slave crawlers was nevertheless a remarkable achievement of the New Amazonia State. It was a scientific accomplishment as much as it was a demonstration of Female cruelty and determination in suppressing the criminal and antisocial elements among these male creatures. Amazon Women see little good in locking male criminals away in prisons where they would live on their expense with everything paid off by the Amazon State. Criminals shouldn’t simply been hidden away as in some Utopian fantasy worlds where nothing bad ever happens to them. On the contrary, male criminals should been rendered harmless, enslaved and finally exposed to the public so everyone can saw what happened when an inferior male rised against the Natural Order of Women's Control & Rule.

PART IV

Slave Grub payed for his offense dearly and had been continued to pay for it for as long as he lived there in the New Amazonian State. Not long ago he was convicted of armed robbery. As a violent offender he received a swift and merciless punishment. After being convicted by a Female Court of Amazon Law, he was taken away to the slave reformation center, where he underwent a number of medical procedures, followed by excruciating slave training. What resulted was a peaceful docile male creature that crawled around on all fours and threw himself on the ground pressing his face into the dirt every time he heard an Amazon Woman walking towards him, blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

The male slave training was a never ending ordeal of pain and humiliation for the slave. Prison taskMistresses had only one job: "To break his spirit and reduce him into a subhuman." They were mostly young Women in their twenties who were drunk with power they held over the male slaves. They took turns torturing and humiliating him in every way they could think off. They placed a saddle on his back and took turns riding him around the prison reformation center until his hands and knees were bleeding. They stretched him on a rack. They trampled him, jumped on him. The regularly whipped him and kicked him. Spit on him. They even make him eat the mud of their boot soles. And they laughed and joked while they were doing it. Just as how it was supposed to be in any Amazonian Gynarchy Sector.

After that came the boredom... "He was taken to the slave market and locked up in a tiny cell underground with nothing to do all day but wait for his prospective buyer." He could see other male slaves lingering in their cages. No one uttered a word. There was nothing to talk about. They were crawlers and crawlers don’t talk. The days were passing by in silence in the Wonderful New Amazonian State.

Crawlers weren’t in high demand and visitors to this place were rare in the New Amazonian State. "Usually the slave market was full of Amazon Women checking on new male slaves to buy, but they rarely descended into the crawlers' department underground. They were more interested in personal male domestic slaves, thralls, beasts of burden, pony-boy slaves to pull carriages and of course young & handsome pleasure male domestic slave-boys in their teenage years something between their 12 and 20 years of age." Slave crawlers simply weren’t as useful as other slaves, so they were mostly bought by rich Women who wished to add designated footslave or floorscrubber to their collection of male slaves in the Utopian Female World.

PART V

Slave Grub was eventually acquired by one of the popular downtown clubs to serve them as a cleaning male slave. "As a crawler he was assigned a particularly tedious and demeaning job. Since the day he was brought there, his world was reduced to the interior of a Female restroom." The opaque automatic doors that lead in and out of the restrooms were the beginning and the end of his world. He barely dared to look at them to the Young & Empowered Amazon Women. He was strictly prohibited from leaving the restroom. And violation of this rule would naturally result in a harsh punishment for him.

After a month or so he knew the geography of the restrooms to the last detail. "The Female restroom contained twenty toilet cubicles, each containing a toilet that he was supposed to clean. It also contained twenty bathroom sinks that were off limits for him." A creature that crawls on all fours cleaning the toilets and scrubbing the floor has no place cleaning the place where Ladies wash their hands. "Bathroom sinks were cleaned by another male slave who wandered into the Ladies room every couple of hours at the Amazon Club."

"He worked 18 hours a day. All the time he was not working he was locked in a tiny cell that was hidden behind the wall. His day began a few minutes before 10 AM, when a Waitress let him out of his cell and fed him a tasteless slave slop gruel that She placed on a bowl on the floors next to his cell. He ate it in a hurry, watching Her heels clicking on the floor tiles a few centimeters from his face. She was always so impatient. He barely managed to eat his meal when She kicked his bowl away and showed him to work." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

PART VI

"His job was to ensure the toilets and the floors of the bathroom remained spotlessly clean." For a seemingly simple job, it was surprisingly demanding. "The Amazon Club was usually open from 5 PM to 10 AM and during this time it was visited by hundreds of Women. During the weekends, when Women went out partying and the club was full, he could barely keep up the peace. Every time a Lady-Citizen used a toilet, he was supposed to crawl into Her cubicle and clean it. In between cleaning the cubicles he was supposed to scrub the floors, pick up the trash and even clean the Ladies footwear if She wished & demanded for it."

"What made his job even more difficult was the strict Amazon Protocol that required him to always display an utmost servility and abasement." A crawler wasn’t supposed to live for a minute without constantly reminding him and his surrounding of what he was. A lower form of life in the presence of Amazon Women. "When in the presence of a Woman he was supposed to drop everything and kowtow before Her with his forehead touching the ground." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

"It wasn’t like Women actually appreciated his displays of devotion for the Female Gender. Most of the time they simply ignored him, walking past his kowtowing body as if he was some sort of an object. The only exception was when they required his shoeshine services." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women! "The bathroom contained a shoeshine chair close to the exit. If a Lady-Citizen wished or demanded to have Her shoes cleaned, She would simply sit in the designated chair and yell at him. She didn’t need to say anything else. The male slave’s instinct was responsible to bring him up underneath Her. And if he didn’t notice Her sitting or yelling at him there because he was so busy wet-sponging the toilet seats, well, then too bad for him! The punishment for negligence was certainly a harsh one." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

END OF 1ST PART — TO BE CONTINUED.

SUMMARY

Today we were able to immerse ourselves in the New Amazonian State one of the most beautiful Gynarchic Sectors of the Gynarchic World and we were able to read what the Golden Times of the Gynarchic World were like. Certainly, we are a privileged generation, as other generations did not have this privilege. The New Amazonian State was truly a wonderful state where the Female rule was truly established in their society and where Women were the Superior Gender.

In this Amazonian Society we were able to learn how there were different categories of "slavery" for the male creatures. Being Grub in one of the lowest of this hierarchies. Certainly Grub was the star of the night at the Amazon Club because without his service to this Club of Powerful Amazon Women the toilets would have remained dirty, as well as the floor of the Female restrooms.

One of the important aspects to highlight for this wonderful lecture is the training received by these "rebellious males" at the correction center of the New Amazonian city. This harsh training for these male creatures was a highlight point for the Amazon Women, because this corrective training helped these lost males to get back on track under the Rule of Women and this help to the fullest development of the Amazonian Gynarchic State.

One of the most beautiful things about this story was the description of the slave market of the Amazon Women, in very few sites you can learn of "how it was" in the Gynarchic World, and here this is described in detail which I thought is something phenomenal. And it says I quote: "Usually the slave market was full of Amazon Women checking on new male slaves to buy, but they rarely descended into the crawlers' department underground. They were more interested in personal male domestic slaves, thralls, beasts of burden, pony-boy slaves to pull carriages and of course young & handsome pleasure male domestic slave-boys in their teenage years something between their 12 and 20 years of age." This is one of the most beautiful parragraphs that I've ever read about the Utopian Female World.

I must say that the description of Grub's work schedule at the Amazon Club also stands out because the detailed description of his schedule is so well described that it truly takes us back to the Golden Times of the Gynarchic World Where Women Ruled With Iron Hand. And it says I quote: "He worked 18 hours a day. All the time he was not working he was locked in a tiny cell that was hidden behind the wall. His day began a few minutes before 10 AM, when a Waitress let him out of his cell and fed him a tasteless slave slop gruel that She placed on a bowl on the floors next to his cell. He ate it in a hurry, watching Her heels clicking on the floor tiles a few centimeters from his face. She was always so impatient. He barely managed to eat his meal when She kicked his bowl away and showed him to work." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women Everywhere because this is so beautiful without anything that could match it.

Finally, I want to highlight the attitude that the Gynarchic Women had towards Grub because that is certainly the right attitude that any Gynarchic Woman must have around the lowest of the male domestic slaves which is "to ignore" the crawlers and this is correct because they certainly were Gynarchic Women they were not any other type of vanilla Women, and that teach us how is the proper & correct way of behavior of true Gynarchal Women especially of young Women around these type of male slaves. And it says I quote: "It wasn’t like Women actually appreciated his displays of devotion for the Female Gender. Most of the time they simply ignored him, walking past his kowtowing body as if he was some sort of an object. The only exception was when they required his shoeshine services." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women Everywhere! "The bathroom contained a shoeshine chair close to the exit. If a Lady-Citizen wished or demanded to have Her shoes cleaned, She would simply sit in the designated chair and yell at him. She didn’t need to say anything else. The male slave’s instinct was responsible to bring him up underneath Her. And if he didn’t notice Her sitting or yelling at him there because he was so busy wet-sponging the toilet seats, well, then too bad for him! The punishment for negligence was certainly a harsh one." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women Everywhere!

Blessed be the Gynarchic Goddess!

#FemaleSupremacy #Gynarchy #Matriarchy #AmazonWomen #AmazonState #GynarchicWorld #GynarchyLiterature #Gyneocracy #FemaleRule #GynarchicGoddess #NewAmazonianState

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May Prompts 2024

May 1st

Sharing is Caring

The violent sneezing could be heard even as John was still halfway down the stairs. Not even a surprise, really. It was the second week of Autumn and three things that could always be predicted during this season were rainy days, changing leaves, and Sherlock's allergies.

Even Greg knew better than to call unless things were truly dire.

As he made his way to the kitchen, John started the water boiling before arming himself from his kit. Tissues and antihistamine tablets were set on a tray. He also made toast and spread it with honey before finishing the tea – an herbal blend with orange that lacked caffeine.

With everything ready he gave a soft knock on Sherlock's door. “Alright if I come in?”

There was another sneeze, followed by a somewhat blurred reply which John took as consent.

One inside, juggling the tray to one hip, John turned on the bedside lamp to take stock of his friend. Sherlock was... well... he looked miserable. Features more pale than normal save the flush on his cheeks and reddened nose. Eyes red and watery, lips cracked, and a snuffle through clogged sinuses.

John set the tray down on the floor before pulling the duvet back. “Here, budge up a bit. I've brought you some breakfast.”

Sherlock made a face. “No thank you.”

Ignoring the protest, John collected the tray and bridged it over Sherlock's lap. “It's just tea and toast. It will help. Here's some tablets for your sinuses.”

While Sherlock picked at his toast and sipped his tea, John went about collecting the drift of tissues from the floor (though, upon examination, were actually wadded loo roll as Sherlock couldn't have been arsed to locate proper tissue).

Sherlock managed to finish one slice of toast and about two bites of the other before pushing away his plate. He did drink all of the tea as he downed his tablets so that was something. John removed the tray; carrying it out to the kitchen, before returning with an ice pack.

“For your head.”

Sherlock took it and groaned as he laid it across his eyes.

“Anything else I can get for you?”

Sherlock pulled a face. “Some silence perhaps.”

Rolling his eyes, John quietly left the room. An hour later Rosie was at her creche and John at the clinic. Mrs. Hudson had assured him she'd look in on Sherlock throughout the day and had even insisted on a trip to the shops for juice and soup. So, of course, when he arrived back at the flat, that evening, it was to find his sleeping flat mate curled up on the couch in a cocoon of blankets while Mrs. Hudson puttered over a cook pot that smelled absolutely fabulous.

Bypassing the mound of misery, John went straight into the kitchen. She, of course, noted the absence of a certain someone. “No Rosie? Ah, you've left her with someone.”

John hummed while leaning over the kettle. “Harry. Didn't think it was a good idea to have her around with Sherlock being sick; just in case this turns out to be something more.”

That 'something more', of course, proved to be an apt prediction.

The evening had all started out well enough. While Mrs. Hudson had been finishing up dinner preparations, John had returned to the sitting room to rouse Sherlock. Ratty about being cajoled into consciousness he'd shaken off John's steadying hand and trailed off to the loo. Fetching down some of their mismatched bowls while Mrs. H secured the cutlery, John was about to go rap on the bathroom door when there was a toilet flush – soon followed by the door opening.

Sherlock emerged in a miasma of gloom. His cheeks were splotchy and he held a wadded bit of loo roll to his steadily running nose. There was no grace remaining in his steps; instead he trailed wretchedly back to the couch where he, more or less, collapsed onto the cushions.

Mrs. Hudson made a small sound of pity while John followed in his friend's wake – placing the back of his fingers against Sherlock's cheek in spite of the disgruntled moue he got for his trouble.

“You feel a bit warm. Which means this likely isn't allergies.”

“Took a medical license to figure that out?” Sherlock griped.

Ignoring him, John retrieved his kit before returning to the couch to get a proper temperature. Making use of an ear thermometer, not worth that battle to get Sherlock to take it orally, John held it in place until it gave a short beep.

38.3.

Well, not the worst – though it did mean some changes to their plans.

“How's the stomach? Think you could handle a little soup?”

If the sudden flush of pale around Sherlock's throat was any indication, the answer was likely to be a negative – confirmed when Sherlock swallowed hard.

John tapped the thermometer against his palm. “Some juice instead then. And there's a package of biscuits in the cupboard.”

Sherlock winced as he shook his head – his voice rasping. “Just the juice.”

Which, truthfully, was better than John could have hoped to manage, though he still wished he could get Sherlock to eat. Granted that was a hard sell even when Sherlock wasn't ill.

Half an hour later, John and Mrs. Hudson had finished their meal and Sherlock was asleep on the couch. Rather than attempt to cajole him back to his bedroom, John had just dimmed the lights, and made a fire, before settling in his chair to read. Even the telly, turned down low, would be too loud as Sherlock's hypersensitivity tended to go into overdrive when he was sick. Book in hand, attention divided between the words on the page and his miserable friend, John prepared for a long night.

***

Something rattled John from the sleep he hadn’t intended to drift into. A blurry look at his watch confirmed it to five minutes past three in the morning. Thank god he didn’t have clinic duty, later that day, as he would have been dragging himself around the office. He next looked towards the couch – squinting in the dim light. Blankets and pillows were scattered in a jumble that trailed from the couch and halfway across the rug. One needn’t be a world class detective to see the pattern of a panicked race towards the…

A muffled and violent gag came from the bathroom. John rubbed his eyes and pushed out of the chair – back already stiffened from the less than perfect sleeping surface. Approaching the shut door, he rapped lightly with his knuckles. “Hey, you alright in there?”

A response may have been attempted but was swiftly overcome by another rough sound and a watery moan. John hummed in sympathy. “Right. I’m opening the door.” Sherlock made no comment to this and remained slumped between the toilet and tub as John entered. Stretching across to flush away the vomit, John then reached down to press fingers against Sherlock’s pulse. His skin was still warm but, thankfully, felt a small bit cooler than before. Pulse was elevated but that was to be expected.

“Think you can walk back to your room? Probably be more comfortable than the couch.”

Lips pressing tight, likely debating the effect that going vertical would have on his constitution, Sherlock finally held out a limp hand with all of the wilting flair of a victorian maiden. John, to his credit, managed to keep his smile internal at the dramatics.

The journey to the bedroom, for all of its close proximity, was a saga of dragging feet, hitching breaths, and one alarming moment where it seemed a return to the bathroom may be needed. As it was, they made it without incident and John was able to lift the detective onto his mattress. Another soft groan slipped past clenched teeth as Sherlock settled. His eyes were two narrow slits; giving away his discomfort.

“I’m going to get you some more juice and something to help with the fever and nausea. Think you can swallow some tablets or would you prefer an injection?”

One long-fingered hand crushed around the duvet that covered him up to the chest. Finally, Sherlock gulped, then breathed out. “The tablets. Please.”

John nodded, even though Sherlock’s eyes remained closed. “I’ll be right back.”

Medicine administered, along with a full bottle of juice, John finally took himself back to his chair once more. Going off Sherlock’s previous illnesses, he’d likely be feeling much better by the following day and would be completely well by the end of the week. That meant at least two days of petulance and pouting, while John insisted that Sherlock stay home, rather than trekking out in the cold and giving himself pneumonia. Once was enough, thank you.

Lifting his discarded book, John pulled the quilt from the floor and placed it across his knees before flipping back to the last page where he’d left off.

He managed to read three paragraphs before feeling a sudden tickle in his nose. Immediately afterward, his whole body shuddered in a violent sneeze. And then another. And then a third one. Grabbing the nearby tissues, John blew his nose – swallowing around the start of a familiar dryness in the back of his throat.

“Well fuck.”

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Security Guard

So was taking a dump in my local shopping centre. This doors are only half height so can be seen if someone stands in front and also seen when standing wiping.

Suddenly all these stupid kids come in messing around. A couple went into the remaining stalls, pretending to fart, banging doors and looking over mine, laughing "there is a bloke here taking a shit". I was just sitting there hoping they would go as i could feel a fart and the need to drop one. Another bloke came, i could see his face as he went past looking desperate, and took a stall next to me. All was silent from the 2 of us waiting for these kids to leave!

Suddenly the door went and a security guard came in. He told the kids to leave now, he went stall by stall telling them to leave. He got to mine, looked over and laughed. He looked down at me with my briefs round my ankles and said "im really sorry about them". He then went to my neighbour and said the same thing.

He got them out the bathroom and came back. He said "You can now finish the rest of your dump in peace" I laughed and let out a fart! My neighbour let out a massive explosion and a huge sigh! He then took the stall the other side if me and said "now I can have a quick dump in peace as well". He let out a massive fart and sighed. His radio went asking where he was "I'm in the 1st floor mens dropping the kids off" We all laughed!

#toilet story

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Harringrove - The Book

This is the third chapter of the @harringrovestorychallenge

1st Chapter by @harringrovestorychallenge

2nd Chapter by @lorifragolina

(coming soon 4th Chapter by @mymisfitsbabe)

CHAPTER 3

TW: blood, mention of domestic violence

“Let’s get inside.” Steve said, dragging Billy inside. Their clothes were dripping on the floor while Billy was shivering in Steve’s hold.

The rich boy had so many questions, but the most urgent was “Are you hurt?”

Billy stared at him, confused, then he lowered his eyes and saw that he was covered in blood. “Not mine.” He replied, still shaking. “There was… there was something. In the woods.” He murmured, while Steve gently guided him toward the big shower in his ensuite bathroom and opened the hot water before getting under the shower with him. The water rapidly turned to a shade of dark pink that slowly faded while Steve kept washing Billy under the warm embrace of the water.

"Do you want to strip? You can borrow something of mine." He asked, not wanting to push the blond-haired boy.

Billy nodded but he didn't move, so Steve stripped him gently, leaving him with a pair of black boxers and a pair of wet socks stained with traces of blood; when he felt that the boy was warm enough, he turned off the shower and dried him with some fluffy towel, always whispering praising in his ears, then he guided Billy back to his room and gave him a sweater and a pair of joggers.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, studying his face with attention.

The boy nodded but he remained silent, and Steve didn't know what to do: he didn't want to push but Billy was covered in blood when he got to his place, and he talked about the woods...

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The blond haired boy snorted, finally looking like himself for the first time since he got to Steve's house. "You won't believe me."

"Try me." Steve replied with a stern tone and Billy turned toward him, studying him for a long moment before looking away.

"I got home the other night; Neil was angry because I was late, but I wasn't! I mean, he told me to get home before midnight and I did and he was screaming, trying to get to me, but I was still close to the door, and I knew I had your bat in the trunk, but he is still my father so I... I got in the car, and I drove to the quarry. I thought I could sleep there, in my car, and come back in the morning. Sometimes I do that, you know? I sleep in the car and come back in the early morning after he leaves for work, but tonight... Tonight there was something that was watching me, I swear to god! I felt his eyes on me! I thought it was Hagan or some other guy from school doing a stupid prank, so I got the bat, I just wanted to scare them but... it wasn't a boy or an animal! It was..."

"A monster." Steve concluded for him, and Billy turned toward him so quickly that his neck cracked.

"How do you know?"

"Why do you think I have a nailed bat, uh? Not for playing baseball." Steve replies, taking Billy's hand in his. "There are monsters in Hawkins." He tried to explain, "They come from a parallel dimension or something like that."

Billy pinched his nose. "Great. So now I must pay attention to my dad and to those fucking monsters. Absolutely great!" He complained, then he turned toward Steve. "But if they are real... if they didn't come from my imagination, we must warn everyone!"

Steve shook his head. "Can't. The government is keeping an eye on everyone who knows something and if they find out that we talked with anyone I'm sure it will not be pleasurable." Steve insisted but Billy was not going to listen to any of this.

"You don't get it, Steve! If I hadn't had the bat with me, I would be fucking dead!"

"Do you think I don't know?!" Steve yelled, standing up abruptly. "A girl died in my fucking pool last year because one of those monsters got her! Ok? And Nancy and Jon barely survived because I was there! Do you think it’s easy living knowing that a girl died and I was right here and I didn't do anything? Do you think it's easy going to dinner at the Holland's with Nancy? Because it's fucking not! But I do what I must do: I pretend! I pretend that everything is fine, I pretend that what happened didn't affect me, and that I'm a normal teenager attending high school, like getting up and going to school wasn't the hardest thing I have ever done! And I keep an eye on the people I care about! Nance, the kids, you."

"What about the others, Harrington? What about the ones that are not under your protection, huh?"

"I can't save everyone, Billy, I have come to terms with it."

"And that's all? Who do you think you are? God? You can't choose who lives and who dies!"

"I'm no god, Billy! And that's exactly why I can't save everyone! But now you know too, so there will be two of us keeping an eye on those... things." He replied, offering Billy his hand, "I swear this was not a burden I wanted to share with anyone, especially with you, but maybe we can help each other. What do you say?"

Billy glared at Steve, ready to lash out against him, but then he thought about a curious red-haired girl who was very good at getting in trouble and shook Steve's hand. "I'll keep my eyes open, and you will keep an eye on my shitbird." He told him, staring at him with his ice-blue eyes.

"Who?!"

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Ancient Marble Bust Found at the Bottom of an Italian Lake

Experts suggest the sculpture lived on one of two ornate ships Emperor Caligula commissioned in the 1st century C.E.

An ancient marble bust has been found at the bottom of Italy’s Lake Nemi. Archeologists suggest the object may have once lived on a ship built by the Roman Emperor Caligula two millennia ago.

The stone head was discovered during a routine dredging of the volcanic lake overseen by the Municipal Civil Protection of Nemi, and has since been handed over to experts for analysis.

The city has yet to confirm details about the sculpture, including its age, but you can’t blame outsiders for speculating on its historical significance.

Located just south of Rome, Lake Nemi is one of the world’s great underwater archeological sites. It was there that, in the 1st century C.E., two ornate ships commissioned by Caligula sunk, filling the lakebed with timbers, tarred wool, marbles, and mosaics, among other trappings.

For generations, locals had known of the sunken ships’ existence, but it wasn’t until the late 1920s and ‘30s, when Benito Mussolini ordered the lakes to be drained, that they were removed. The director had the remains of the vessels placed in a museum, but the site burned down during a World War II bombing raid.

Artifacts from the vessels have been continually recovered from the body of water since. One such piece, a mosaic designed for a dance floor, was returned to Italy in 2021 after being used as a coffee table in a New York City apartment for 45 years.

Like many details of Caligula’s reign, the exact purpose of the two ships is unknown. Some believe they held religious significance, as Lake Nemi was once considered sacred. Both were elaborate, but one is thought to have been truly opulent, a floating palace replete with silk sails, fountains, and bathrooms with plumbing.

Whether the recently discovered marble bust was one of the decorations on this ship is not yet known.

The mayor of Nemi, Alberto Bertucci, told Italy’s Dire news agency that he “hopes that this discovery will shed new light on the history of Caligula and his legacy, allowing the secrets hidden in the depths of Lake Nemi to be revealed again.”

#Emperor Caligula #Ancient Marble Bust Found at the Bottom of an Italian Lake #lake nemi #nemi ships #marble #marble bust #roman bust #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #roman history #roman empire #roman art

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Headcanon | Eric (Divergent) X Fem!Reader

Summary: You tell Eric that you're pregnant.

To find more stories — masterlist

9 years have passed since the 1st Divergent movie was released OMG!! And i still love Eric. I've read enough fics with him but pregnancy isn't common so i've decided why not? :) enjoy!

P.S. English isn't my native

You've been in relationships for about four years since your initiation when you transferred from Erudite.

Eric was that type of a person whom it's hard to develop the relationships with but you two managed to get used to each other and become a loving couple.

He has still remained dominant and intimidating, at times rough and cruel (not towards you) but as quite enough time has passed Eric opened his soft side to you.

Still you knew it would be difficult. For both of you. Though mostly for Eric.

Once you were talking about how other couples develop their relationships and decide have children. At this point, you noticed Eric's tension about the topic. He always refused to keep on talking about potential babies.

You were on birth control and Eric hated using condoms. Pills were more useful though as you hadn't always had opportunity to take condoms with you or to find one in the process of undressing each other.

Yes, occasionally Eric was horny. Other times EXTREMELY horny. You couldn't help but being grabbed and pressed to the cold wall of the dark alcove, or being locked in some closet and then Eric would fuck your brains out.

Life at Dauntless was never easy and hard work or long missions often took away your opportunity to take pills on time.

And Eric was so impatient and fucked you hard...

And often spilled inside of you...

And now you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom in your shared apartment looking with shoked round eyes at the pregnancy test. Your hands were trembling and you felt as if your heart could stop at any time.

You, ultimately, were Dauntless so you had to tell him.

That evening you were sitting in the kitchen having late dinner.

"Do you feel well?" Eric asked and you lifted up your head from the plate.

"Yeah, why?"

"It seems you don't have appetite," Eric pointed at your portion of food which you barely were eating.

You puckered your bottom lip and lowered your gaze at the plate again toying with your fork.

"Y/N..."

"Eric," you interrupted him and sighed heavily trying to collect your at that time chaotic thoughts together.

He was looking at you carefully and waiting.

"We need to talk," you put aside the fork and looked straightly in his grey eyes.

Your muscles were tensed and Eric noticed it. He said nothing, still was patiently waiting for you to continue.

"I am pregnant," it was all you said and then arrived long silence that suffocated you so much.

Eric's jaw clenched and he strongly squeezed his fork that you thought it might be bent.

"You hadn't been taking pills regularly," Eric stated coldly looking at the surface of the dining table.

"And you had been refusing to use condoms."

Eric immediately through at you his sharp gaze.

"Eric, we are both responsible for this. We have sex regularly and when people sleep together they have children."

"Fuck!" His voice was nervous. "You imagine how it sounds? You're pregnant, Y/N!"

"Thank you for pointing out," you snapped indignantly.

Eric drastically got up from the chair and stepped a little away from the table turning towards the windows.

You saw how his muscular back was tensed, you knew he was anxious and even outraged.

"I'm not ready to be a father." He stated coldly and sharply. This tone as though grinded your heart.

"I'm not ready to be a mother either. But, Eric... This is our baby." The last sentence you said almost whispering. Still you knew he could hear it.

Eric clenched his hands into fists and tsked. "Shit," he hissed and moved towards the door disappearing in the corridor leaving you alone.

That night you slept alone trying to block all intrusive thoughts that wanted to capture your mind while Eric was training hard in the gym till his knuckles were bleeding.

The following day you didn't see each other. He was busy with his leader's work so as you. But the day turned out to be shitty for you as intrusive thoughts, however, took hold of your mind.

What if you would break up and you would be a single mother? Should you terminate your pregnancy? Or should you shrugg off Eric and bring up a child by yourself?

Somehow you were able to finish your work and went back to your shared apartment where you were readying yourself to sleep.

You were sitting on the bed taking off your trousers when you felt somebody's presence. Turning your head you saw Eric standing at the door way looking at you attentively.

You ignored him and continued undressing.

"Y/N..."

"What?!" You suddenly cried out. "What, Eric? You wanna add something? I guess your yesterday's reaction was quite clear!"

Eric sighed heavily and came up kneeling down in front of you. His hands rested on your hips squeezing it lightly.

"Listen, I'm not gonna break up with you. Understand? I told you the truth yesterday that I'm not ready. I don't think I will ever be a good father."

"You can't know exactly, Eric." You placed your hand on his forearms.

Again silence hung between you. Eric was gently brushing your hips with his thumbs. You were looking into his deep eyes seeing hesitation. The Dauntless Leader was hesitating. He was uncertain and insecure about what future you may have. A baby? This was too much.

"Eric," you brushed his cheek smiling lovingly. "You are the bravest man I've ever known, but it's okay to be afraid. I see this fear and uncertainty in your eyes. And... I'm also scared. But I need you. We need you," you placed your right palm on your abdomen. "I need your support and protection."

It was clearly seen how Eric was thinking over everything, how pupils in his eyes dilated. He was figuring out what exactly he needed and wanted from this life. And he wanted you. He desired you. Loved you.

Eric straightened and touched your soft lips with his kissing you passionately. His left hand rested on your cheek and his right arm wrapped your waist drawing your body closer to his.

You felt safe in his embrace and his passionate kiss showed his love towards you.

"I will," Eric said breathing heavily after the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours looking straightly into your eyes. "I will support and protect you both." Eric layed his hand onto your stomach. "I promise."

Your heart melted again just like that time when he finally said that he loved you. You smiled happily and then it was your turn to kiss him. You were eagerly exploring his mouth with your tongue while your skilled fingers were unfastening his belt. You tore up your kiss cunningly looking at him. "I want you so badly, Eric. Now."

Contented smirk appeared on his handsome face and he layed you down on the bed looming over you. "Watch out, darling or I'll develop another kink."

"Which one?" You were running your fingers over his muscular chest under the T-shirt desiring to feel it bare against your breasts as soon as possible.

"Pregnancy sex," he sweetly whispered at your ear running fingers against your pubic bone directly to your clit.

!! I do not own the image nor do I claim to own it!!

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I wanted to request if you can make the version of reader where she's wearing a suit in you're fic of alice cullen "prom"

A near copy of this fic except with some tweaking

Alice Cullen x GN! reader

"Hello Mr. Y/l/n! Is y/n home? Were getting ready for prom." Alice was always a great persuader. You wouldn't say she had the world wrapped around her finger but definitely some influence.

"Y/n's up in their room, you both have fun!"

"Will do! Thanks!" She flew to your room many things in hand. "Y/n!"

"Alice!"

"I already have a suit, and hair ready to go!"

"Okay..?"

"Now all you have to do is let me dress you up and look pretty! So what you always do," she said with a wink.

"Where to start, where to start...," she was deep in thought when she snapped back into reality. "Actually Y/n were going to have a little fashion show before we start anything else." She unzipped the 1st suit from its bag, it was a deep onyx black, 3 pieces, and came with a tie.

And after slipping it on you walked out of the bathroom for Alice to see.

"What do you think?" She asked, you could tell she liked the suit a lot on you.

"I like it, but I'm curious about what's in those other bags." I gestured to the 2 other bags laid across my bed.

"Looking into every opportunity! What I love to hear," her optimism remaining thick as she reached for the second bag. This suit was a deep navy blue. The material was something you couldn't determine. All that mattered was that it was smooth and looked airy.

"Is your dress navy?"

"Yes it is," she smiled, "now go change!"

Walking out to Alice, it was like she understood the pleasure of this suit. "Is this the one?"

"Maybe but it's definitely high on the list."

"There is one more, if you want to try it."

"What's the trouble in trying?"

"Exactly!" And she unzipped the last suit. This last one was muted silver with a black shirt.

"Am I hosting a new years eve special?" I joked.

"Very funny. Now go put it on," she smirked and placed a short kiss to your cheek. "And if you were hosting a new years eve special, I'd watch every second!"

I came out in my gleaming armor. I didn't hate it honestly. When in keep in mind the navy dress that was going to be paired with the suit, it looked good.

"Alice?"

"Yes?" Alice was beginning to fold the bags up and put them in the corner

"Since you can see the future, did you see me liking this suit?"

"I saw you liking all three, so I decided to let you make the final choice. Speaking of, which one did you choose?"

"I really love the second one. I think the colors go well with my skin."

"Me too! Okay so now I'm going to go change."

After you both returned, you got to see what Alice chose for herself. It was a deep red, off the shoulder, thick short sleeved, floor length, velvet dress. It was beyond beautiful especially on her.

"Wow," that's all you really could say, she looked Wow.

"Thank you. Now, hair then were good to go." Alice was every gentle when it came to handling you so when she asked how you felt about a certain style, you were surprised anything happened. But when you looked you were quite pleased. Alice had managed to crown your head in ways that made you look exquisite.

"Alice this is amazing! Thank you!" Since she was standing behind you with her hands on your shoulders, she just bet down to place a quick kiss to your forehead.

Still stunned for words you're glad your delighted face sent the right message. "My turn." She flew through her final touches but there's only so much to do when your naturally a sight for sore eyes.

Once she finished she stood and looked at you with pure fondness in her eyes. Her cold hand cupped your cheek and brought you in for a short but sweet kiss. When she pulled away, to early for your liking, she said," what? We can't mess up our look y/n. At least not before prom," the final line sent with a smirk.

"Now let's go shall we?"

"But.." you trailed off in embarrassment.

"But?" Concern streaked her features.

Very quietly you muttered," I can't dance."

"Oh! Don't worry about that, you have me," though you didn't know what that could entail, her voice was confident enough you didn't investigate.

And with that you both had a very lovely evening.

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EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter Twenty Four - Nothing Else Matters

Chapter summary: hangover sex and the unwelcome realisation that Vecna is back.

content warnings: Smut from the start (p in v sex, sex without a condom ((but on contraceptive pill)), mentions of blood / bruises. Eddie being so damn boyfriend and a dork.

‘Never opened myself this way,

Life is ours, we live it our way,

All these words I don’t just say,

And nothing else matters.’

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Wednesday 1st November / Eddie’s trailer / 11:45am - 6 days

Eddie: [groaning] “Where are you going?”

Nina: [laughing] “Babe, I need to pee.” [Eddie groans louder, not letting go] “Eddie! Unless you want me to pee on you I suggest you let me go.”

Eddie: [grumpy, cheeky] “Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

Nina: [rolling her eyes] “So dramatic.”

Nina walks sleepily to the bathroom and flicks on the light. She blinks a few times at her reflection in the mirror taking in her appearance, smiling at the love bite on her neck from the night before. She sits on the toilet and frowns when the light flickers. She finishes on the toilet and washes her hands in the sink, looking in the mirror again. Her eyes go wide at the view in front of her.

Her reflection morphs into a black figure, 6 feet tall with no face. She gasps and reaches for the light switch, flicking it a few times as the lights turn on and off in the small bathroom. The figure remains in the mirror, looming over her.

Nina cautiously walks towards the sink again, feet cold on the linoleum floor, and places her hand on the mirror. The temperature drops, Nina’s warm breath now visible in the icy cold bathroom. The warmth of Nina’s handprint leaves a cloud of condensation on the mirror.

The black figure’s hand reaches out and mirrors Nina’s as an unhuman voice growls her name. Her eyes go wide and she pulls her hand back in fear.

Eddie: [calling from the other room, Nina turns around in fright] “Nina? You okay in there?”

Nina: [uneasy] “Ye-yeah, coming!” [she flicks back around to look at the mirror again to find her reflection looking back at her, she sighs. Muttering to herself] “Going crazy, but I’m okay.”

Nina walks back into the bedroom and straddles Eddie’s thighs to leap to her side of the bed, Eddie holds her by the hips to keep her still, she giggles.

Eddie: “Wait, don’t move.” [His hands slide up her sides and gently pulls her down so she’s lying on his chest, her legs either side of his waist] “There, much better.”

Nina: [teasing] “Someone’s cuddly this morning.”

Eddie: [nuzzling into her hair, kissing her forehead] “Just like having you lying here on top of me.” [smiling] “It’s like having a five foot seven koala on me.” [Nina cackles with laughter and Eddie grins]

Nina: [grinning] “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”

Eddie: [cheeky] “What’s your favourite sex position, out of curiosity? I’m a visual learner by the way.”

Nina: [amused] “I can see what’s on your mind this morning.”

Eddie: [laughing] “I have my insanely hot girlfriend lying on top of me, of course I’m going to be hard.”

Nina: [laughing] “Again, so romantic.” [coy] “We haven’t tried that one position yet, actually.”

Eddie: [excited] “Yeah? Can we? What is it?”

Nina: [smirking] “I’ll show you.” [she moves to pull her top, Eddie’s top, off her body]

Eddie: “Wait, wait, don’t take the top off.”

Nina: “Huh? Why not?” [pouting] “You usually love my boobies.”

Eddie: [smirking] “Oh I love your boobies very much.” [grabbing her hips] “But seeing you in my shirt on top of me might be the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

Nina: [grinning] “Oh yeah?” [grinding down on him] “I like wearing your clothes too.”

Eddie: [sliding his hands under the shirt, stroking her breasts] “But I do like the girls too.”

Nina: [laughing] “The girls?”

Eddie: [grinning] “Pamela and Claudia.”

Nina: [amused] “You’ve named my boobs?”

Eddie: [cheeky] “After bombshell models, you should be flattered.” [Nina giggles, Eddie squeezes her breasts together] “They’re an iconic duo.”

Nina: [laughing] “You cannot be serious right now.”

Eddie: [jiggling her breasts] “Like Law and Order.”

Nina: [laughing] “Stop!”

Eddie: [grinning] “Bacon and Eggs.”

Nina: “Eddie!”

Eddie: “Burt and Ernie!”

Nina: [cackling] “Stop!”

Eddie: “Ben and Jerry!”

Nina: [covering Eddie’s grin with her hand, laughing] “If you ever want to get laid again, I beg you to stop!”

Eddie: “Fine, fine.” [he tries to hide his smile but can’t, breaks] “Mario and Luigi.”

Nina: “You’re terrible!”

Eddie: [sliding Nina off him so he can pull his top over his head, grinning down at her] “The absolute worst.”

Nina: “So…” [She returns to straddling his waist and presses kisses over his face and jaw, starting to trail down his neck, he bites his lip with anticipation] “You’re on top, but you rest your forearms either side of my head, like this,” [she demonstrates, getting into position while she’s on top, Eddie’s breath hitches] “And you kinda just, roll your hips into me.” [Eddie looks at her with wide eyes as she grinds down on him, feeling him get hard underneath her] “It doesn’t sound much but it’s hot,” [looking deeply into his eyes, flustered, distracted, aroused] “‘Cause our bodies are pressed together and we’re so close and,” [she looks down at his lips, hazy] “It’s almost like we’re one person, it’s nice.”

(A/N: this is the position, yes the link is porn, watch at your own discretion / pleasure! 18+ ONLY PLS)

Eddie: [quiet, aroused, gulping, dazed] “Sounds nice.”

Nina: [lowly] “You want to try it?”

Eddie: [staring at her lips] “I don’t think you could stop me if you tried.” [frowning at his words] “I mean, obviously you could stop me but-“

Nina: [smiling] “I know what you mean, baby.” [kissing him softly] “I wouldn’t want you to stop.” [Eddie moans softly as she sucks on his lower lip] “Never, ever stop.”

Eddie: [groaning] “Oh god.” .

Eddie takes charge and hovers over Nina, putting his forearms either side of her head.

Eddie: [with blushed cheeks] “Like this?”

Nina relishes the way Eddie’s weight is pressed on top of her, caging her body in.

Nina: [aroused] “Yeah, like this.” [she pulls Eddie’s boxers down and wraps her hand around him, spreading her legs and slides his cock through her wet folds] “Just like this baby.”

Eddie: [concerned] “You don’t want me to…”

Nina: “Just want you,” [she kisses his neck] “now.” [kissing his neck again] “Please, Eddie, want to feel you.”

Eddie bites his lip as he leans on one arm, manoeuvring Nina’s leg with the other until he feels his tip enter her.

Nina lets out a hum of pleasure as Eddie presses into her fully; bending her knees to adjust the angle and kisses Eddie softly as he begins to thrust his hips in and out of her.

Eddie: “Feels good?”

Nina: [dazed] “Feels good, really good.” [Eddie takes Nina’s praise as a hint and begins to thrust in deeper] “Oh god, so good.”

Eddie hums in response and continues to thrust into her with slow, deep thrusts.

Nina: [moaning] “God damn, you’re so deep like this Eddie.”

Eddie: [purring] “You like me deep inside you, don’t you baby?”

Nina: “Fuck, yes Eddie!” [Nina wraps her legs around Eddie and locks her ankles together, pushing Eddie deeper in, Eddie moans as she does]

Eddie: “Shit, you’re right, fuck Nina this feels amazing.” [Nina squeezes her legs around him, pulling him tighter again, Eddie moans loudly] “Jesus sweetheart, don’t do that!”

Nina: [flirty] “Don’t do what? This?” [she squeezes her legs together again, pushing him in deeper as he thrusts, Eddie wails desperately and speeds up his thrusts]

Eddie: “Fuck, I love you so much.” [He thrusts harder and faster now, burying his face in Nina’s neck; Nina’s arms wrapping around his neck to nestle in his hair, tugging tightly, he moans loudly again] “So fucking good.”

Nina: [whining, panting] “Just like that baby, oh god!” [pulling Eddie back by his hair, he looks at her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks] “You feel that, Eddie?” [she distances their bodies to take Eddie’s hand and pushes down on her belly, allowing Eddie to feel his hard cock rocking in and out of her] “You feel how deep you are in me?” [Eddie groans at the sight and feeling, feeling himself getting closer to his orgasm by the second] “Your cock feels so good deep in me, Eddie!”

Eddie: [putting his hand over Nina’s mouth, leaning on one arm, pounding into her frantically] “If you keep talking like that I’m gonna bust in like five seconds babe.” [Nina moans into his hand, eyes rolling back in pleasure, legs trembling, Eddie kisses her passionately]

Nina: [panting, desperate] “Want you to cum in me Eddie, please, give me it!” [whimpering into Eddie’s neck, lips against his pulse] “Eddie, oh fuck Eddie, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, oh!”

Nina quietens her moans by kissing and biting Eddie’s neck, clinging to Eddie desperately as he ruthlessly thrusts into her. It’s not long until Eddie feels Nina clench around him and soak the sheets; Eddie’s eyebrows furrowing at the feeling.

Eddie: “Damn, Nina, making such a mess on me, god I love your pussy, so,” [he punctuates his sentence with a thrust] “fucking,” [another thrust] “much!” [Nina whines, feeling oversensitive but wanting Eddie to cum, Eddie continues rambling, completely pussydrunk, his head back in the crook of her neck, muttering in her ear] “Would live inside this pussy if I could, love you so damn much.”

Nina: [whining] “Eddie!”

Eddie: [desperate] “I know baby, I know, just a while longer, please, oh fuck!” [Nina claws at Eddie’s back while she babbles nonsense in her overstimulated state, dragging her pointed nails down his sweaty skin, leaving red stripes down his back, he orgasms instantly] “Fuck!” [he groans, pulling out of Nina and climaxing over Nina’s hips and the t-shirt she’s wearing] “Oh fuck, Jesus!” [panting, dazed, trembling] “Well, I think we learned that we like my back scratched.”

Nina: [with wide eyes, aroused] “Noted.” [kissing his neck] “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Eddie: [flopping down beside Nina, breathless] “God we’re good.” [Nina giggles, Eddie looks at her smirking] “That shirt definitely needs to go in the wash now.” [Nina laughs again loudly and pulls the shirt off over her head, Eddie smiles and pulls her under his arm so she lies on his chest] “So, I was thinking…”

Nina: [smirking] “Always dangerous.” [Eddie smiles and nips her bum, she yelps in pain] “Hey! No nipping, I have a sensitive butt.”

Eddie: [cheeky] “Oh, I know.” [Nina bites him playfully and he laughs] “As I was saying…”

Nina: “Right, right, continue.”

Eddie: [shyly] “Maybe next year we could do couples costumes?”

Nina: [surprised] “Seriously?”

Eddie: “Yeah, I thought it would be kinda cool.”

Nina: [smirking] “As long as it’s not Mario and Luigi, I’m in.”

Eddie’s kitchen / 7pm

Eddie: [smiling] “So, what’s next?”

Nina: “Next we add in the onions and mushrooms.” [Eddie gags as Nina adds the mushrooms to the pan, Nina rolls her eyes, muttering to herself] “Manchild.”

Eddie: [cheeky] “There’s only one kind of mushroom I like and it’s the magical kind.”

Nina: [amused] “Next time we can make it with magic mushrooms but I don’t think it’ll taste as nice.”

Eddie: “We should totally make edibles at some point.”

Nina: “One recipe at a time, manchild.”

Eddie: “Hey, hey, your nose is bleeding!”

Nina: [dabbing her nose] “Huh? What?”

Eddie: [grabbing a tissue] “Your nose is bleeding.”

Nina: [sniffling, grabbing more tissues] “Oh, is it? How weird.”

Eddie: [joking] “Right, where are the tampons?”

Nina: [laughing] “Fuck you.”

Eddie: [cheeky, wiggling his eyebrows] “Already did.”

Nina: [in a singsong voice] “Manchild!”

Eddie: “Seriously, it’s bleeding really heavy.” [tapping the counter] “Sit.”

Nina rolls her eyes but jumps up onto the kitchen counter, Eddie slotting between her legs as he dabs at her nose.

Eddie: [concerned] “You’re covered in bruises.”

Nina: [laughing] “When we ran to the car yesterday I bumped into every piece of furniture Steve owns.” [Eddie shakes his head laughing] “Nearly went face first into that damn grandfather clock.”

Eddie: [confused, still dabbing her nose] “Steve doesn’t own a grandfather clock.”

Nina: [eyebrows furrowed, lightly] “Yeah he does, I have the bruises as proof.”

Eddie: “I’ve never seen a grandfather clock at Steve’s.”

Nina: [teasingly] “And you know every piece of furniture in Steve’s house because?”

Eddie: [laughing] “I swear, he doesn’t!”

Nina: [teasing again] “Is it normal to know the furniture inventory of all your friends' houses or is this just another of your special quirks?”

Eddie: “Nina, I’m serious!” [she giggles] “He doesn’t have a grandfather clock!”

Nina: “I swear to you, he does!” [smirking] “10 dollars says he does.”

Eddie: [grinning] “I will take that bet and use that 10 dollars to buy my girlfriend a wonderful ‘I was right’ present.”

Nina: [smug] “And I will take that 10 dollars off you when we go over tomorrow night and shove it up your a-”

Eddie: “Language, Nina! There are children present!” [gesturing to Ozzy and Garfield, who are watching them cook, hoping for tidbits]

Nina: “Shit, Eddie! The dinner!” [Nina leaps off the counter and rushes to the stove, lifting the pan off the gas] “Well, that’s dinner ruined.”

Eddie: [sarcastic, smirking] “Oh no, no gross mushrooms! Whatever will we do?!” [Nina looks at him, unimpressed, he grins at her cheekily] “Pizza time?”

Nina: [dumping the contents of the pan in the bin] “Like I said; you are a manchild.”

Thursday 2nd / 5:30pm / Steve’s living room - 5 days

Nina: “Steve, settle an argument for me, where is your grandfather clock?”

Steve: [turning around, confused] “What cloc-“

Nina: “Oh, Nevermind! I see it.” [looking around to find Eddie, he’s up in the bathroom] “Damn, I’ll have to prove him wrong later.”

Robin: [interrupting, sitting on the kitchen bench] “Okay guys, showtime! Minute 43 of Fast Times is calling our name!”

Steve: “You and that damn film.”

Robin: “What can I say, I’m a fan of the boobies.” [Robin and Steve giggle together like children] “You okay, Nina?”

Nina: [frowning, pinching the bridge of her nose] “Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just got a headache coming on.”

Steve: “Heads up!” [he throws her some painkillers]

Nina: “Thanks Stevie.” [turning her attention to the tv, drinking the tablets down]

Eddie: [teasingly, now joining her on the couch] “Painkillers and weed, what a sensible combination.”

Nina: “At least one of them will kill the pain. Rob, pass me the popcorn?”

Eddie: [lowly in Nina’s ear, pulling her legs onto his lap] “You know, there’s a very faint handprint on Steve’s bathroom mirror.” [She looks at him, blushing, he smirks] “Wonder how that got there.”

Nina: [amused, nonchalant] “Must be the handprint fairy, definitely wasn’t me.”

Eddie: [grinning] “Definitely, couldn’t be you.” [he presses a kiss on Nina’s forehead as she rests it on his shoulder]

The film plays but Nina is distracted, eyebrows furrowed in pain.

Eddie: [hushed, to Nina] “You okay, sweetheart?”

Nina: “Yeah I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Just that clock is so loud, it’s ringing in my ears.”

Eddie: [amused] “Not you and that damn clock again!”

Robin: [confused] “What clock?”

Nina: [laughing] “The clock over there,” [she points to the hallway, elbowing Eddie to get his attention] “The one I was telling you about. You owe me 10 dollars by the way.”

Eddie: [confused] “What clock? There’s no clock there.”

Nina: [frowning with confusion] “Yes there is! It’s right-“ [she points to where she saw the clock, there is no clock there] “Oh. I swear I saw a clock there.” [looking around, confused] “What is up with this damn disappearing clock, I swear to god I-”

Steve: “You’ve been seeing a clock?”

Nina: “That big ass clock in the hallway, the one I ran into on Halloween night.”

Jonathan: “That was me you ran into.”

Nina: [sheepish] “Oops, sorry.” [Jonathan laughs]

Steve: [repeating himself] “Nina, you said you’ve been seeing a clock?” [Robin looks at Steve confused, then realising what Steve is implying, saying a quiet ‘oh’]

Nina: “Yeah, and? I must be getting confused.”

Robin: “Have you been feeling alright, Nina?”

Nina: “Yeah, why?” [the gang look worriedly at each other, Eddie is oblivious, Nina laughs uncomfortably] “Okay guys, very funny, ‘let’s all gaslight Nina into believing there’s not a clock there’ is working very well.”

Steve: [slowly] “Nina... What does this clock look like?”

Nina: [confused] “A grandfather clock, why?” [laughing it off] “Are you guys taking it in turns to move the clock around the house to confuse me? ‘Cause if you are, you’re just cruel.” [when nobody laughs she rambles nervously to herself] “I must be getting a migraine or something. Or maybe the weed has gone to my head.” [shifting uncomfortably] “It’s probably nothing, right?”

Steve and Robin: “Shit.”

Eddie: “What? What’s wrong?”

Steve: “Have you been seeing any other things?”

Nina: “No, why?”

Eddie: [slow, realising] “Yes you have.”

Nina: [confused] “What? No I haven’t.”

Eddie: [worried, quietly] “You said you saw your mom on Halloween night.”

Nina: [laughing it off] “I was drunk! I just imagined it!”

Robin: “Oh shit.”

Nina: [worried] “Why? What’s going on?”

Eddie: [sad, head in his hands] “Shit, how did I not see this?” [heart breaking] “Oh man.”

Nina. [laughing nervously] “Okay guys, what’s going on? You’re starting to freak me out now.” [Eddie takes her hand in his] “It’s just a damn clock, my vision must be going or something, maybe I need another eye test.”

Robin: “You said you’ve been having nightmares and headaches a lot recently.”

Nina: “Yeah but what else is new?”

Eddie: [saddened] “Nosebleeds. You had a nosebleed yesterday too.”

Nina: “So what?” [getting frustrated] “If you guys don’t tell me what’s going on I swear to all the gods I-“

Eddie: “Shit.” (Panicking) “Oh fuck, shit shit shit, fuck!”

Nina: (worried) “Eddie.. what’s going on?”

Steve: [standing up, leaving the room] “We need to call Dustin.”

Nina: [freaking out watching Eddie pace nervously] “Eddie! Stop! What’s going on? Tell me!”

Eddie: [frantic, rushing around Steve’s lounge] “No time, we need to call a family meeting, we only have a few days left.” [Robin rushes to dial the Wheeler’s number]

Nina: [tearing up, fully panicked] “Eddie, stop! Someone tell me what’s going on!”

Eddie looks at Nina who is shaking on the couch, hysterical.

Eddie: “Oh, my love.” [sitting on the couch, pulling her so she’s cradled into him] “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.”

Nina: [crying] “What's going on? What’s happening to me?”

Eddie: “Do you believe me when I say that I won’t let anything happen to you?”

Nina: (confused) “Eddie-“

Eddie: “Tell me, and then I’ll tell you.”

Nina: (unsure) “I believe you.”

After a few moments of holding each other, Eddie mumbles into her hair;

Eddie: ��Before Max was… taken, she saw the same thing.”

Nina: (slowly) “Before Vecna took over her.”

Eddie: [distraught, trying not to show it] “Yeah.”

Nina: [understanding now] “And put her in a coma.”

Eddie: [crying, hiding Nina’s face in his neck so she can’t see his tears] “Yeah.”

Another silence takes over them.

Nina: [making light, still sad] “Well at least we know it’s not my crappy mental health or shitty vision.”

Eddie gives a small sad smile, squeezing Nina uncomfortably close.

Eddie: “We need to find the others.”

➡️ Chapter Twenty Five - Just Pretend

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Perpetual Canon Chapter 1. Light in The End of The Rabbit Hole

before / Special 2: from then to now / next where it started / navigation / about the story

5 photos of Snake

1) The one that he kept on himself for years now, always hidden in a pocket or a wallet, or a beanie. Taken at spring of 2001 at NY.

2) Taken at September 1st of 2004. The one that got lost in-between old legal documents, and is now stashed with them in the attic in the dusty box that nobody opened for years.

3) Taken on a cheap Sony camera at winter of 2006. The remains of it are still stuck to the wall of the bathroom on the 2nd floor of the rundown orphanage.

4) The one from 2008, snapped by a daring teen at school during lunchtime. The bravery of the guy was duly noted by his click, but the photo of the "special needs" class itself was promptly forgotten about, and is still laying in some old textbook in his parents old house.

5) The one that is pinned on the fridge in the new tiny apartment (real apartment!) that GG now has. It was taken by Lil Arturo (held up by Billy) one summer night of 2013, and survived many years of fights, of bad luck, bad weather, and travel.

And it was a piece of home even before the gang got a real place to live in.

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Ectober Day 1 - Will-o-wisps

Words: 630ish

Don't follow the will-o-wisps.

They appear every year in Amity Park, right on October 1st. Like starlight, flickering in the rough autumn breeze. Floating on rooftop's edges, in damp alleyways, congregating in the darkness of the nasty burger's back lot.

Don't follow the will-o-wisps. The teens say you can hear them whispering, that if you look too closely at one's flame you can glimpse the blinding, oxygenated burn of a life lived so brutally fast that there wasn't enough tinder left to keep it going.

The brighter the flame, the harder they fall. The highschoolers put them in glass mason jars and shake them around like fireflies. Hold a piece of cardboard close, too close, until it begins to smoke a dark chemical green, the smell of rusting copper filling the air.

The adults never try to stop them - not until it’s all burning down. Before anyone knows better there’s nothing left but cinder and debris on the scorched and ashen ground. Another family in ruins, the most recent headline reads. Overnight, the obituary has gained yet another unfamiliar face.

The wisps don't hurt when you touch them; not at first. But they leave a hollow scar, one that lingers in the depths of your soul and burns away at your hope and being until only ashes remain. The parents never see that, and the kids never seem to care. After all, they aren’t truly following the wisps, and who are they to heed that old and superstitious warning? So they play games in the brief reprieve of a passing period, on the floors of dirty bathrooms and after-school clubs. Who can stare at the flame the longest? Are you brave enough to slowly unscrew the lid and lift it up and away, as far as you can go before the wisp jolts and you slam it down with all your might? How hard must you try to be strong and fearless? Is it ever enough? Can you see the wisp lightly tapping against the glass, how it taps and taps and taps and taps until finally

crack

and now it's too late. The rooftop is empty and the alleyways are full and wet and reek of gunsmoke and iron.

Don't follow them, it’s really just that easy! The high school puts up posters that tell the kids just the same, in bright friendly fonts that wield fearful statistics and overblown facts. Use (buy) a Fenton will-destroyer, it'll keep the wisps away for good! Talk to a friend (a trusted adult) if you see one, they'll know how to handle it, handle you. This doesn’t stop the kids; who collect them nonetheless. How many can you fit in that little glass jar? Cram them together like pills in a bottle, keep them on your bedside table for whatever silly little story you've decided to fear.

(But don’t keep too many - or else the school will call a meeting. They’ll see you for what you are, you damned delinquent. They’ll look your parents in the eyes and tell them how problematic you are, how much help you need.

You don’t need help, though. Right?)

The next day, the entire school is called to the auditorium. They all file in, exchanging gossip, cramming themselves down into poorly padded theater chairs. Above the careless chatter of the students, a teacher begins to speak. Another fire. Another child lost to the wisps. They meant so much to us, we must keep their friends and parents in our hearts. Make sure to tell us if you see a wisp, if you hear it calling. You’ll be safe with us, with whatever choices we make for you. Just don’t burn down and it’ll all be okay.

So yes, don’t follow the will-o-wisps - and to think - today is only October 3rd!

#danny phantom #ectober 2023 #let's pretend this isn't late for ectober week AND that I haven't not posted in over a year and that I had time to edit thoroughly #lmao #but hey! I wrote :3 anyways see you all either this winter or uh. next year oof

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chuncao · 1 year

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“Music to my ear”

Joongdok slightly NSFW Modern AU

Yoo Joonghyuk was suddenly diagnosed with ED. He had gone to the hospital but they said that nothing was wrong with him and it was probably just the stress or something. One day, when he was scrolling through the internet, he came across one of those lewd ASMRtists (Idk what they are called) and the man in the video had a really nice voice. Surprisingly, for the 1st time in a while, Yoo Joonghyuk managed to come.

The next day, when he was sleeping, he heard someone knocking. He opened the door and was met with a really pretty man. The man introduced himself as Kim Dokja, saying that he was his new neighbor. Yoo Joonghyuk felt flustered at the man’s smile, so he just didn’t say anything throughout their whole exchange. Kim Dokja might have thought that he was rude, so he tried to end the conversation quickly. On the back of his head, Yoo Joonghyuk had a feeling that the man’s voice was familiar but he didn’t know why. Maybe he came across him once in the street.

From that day on, Yoo Joonghyuk would meet Kim Dokja once in a while. Once it was in the elevator, once it was in the hallway and once it was in the supermarket near their house. Every time they had a conversation, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but be reminded of that one video that helped him got off earlier on.

Since that one time, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t dare to search for the video again lest he developed a weird fetish for lewd ASMR. He felt bad for getting off of a stranger’s voice so he decided to not do it again (although deep inside his heart, he really wanted to experience that otherworldly feeling again.)

One day, when Yoo Joonghyuk had just finished streaming on his Star Stream channel, he heard someone banging the door. Annoyed at the idiot who dared to disturb him this late, Yoo Joonghyuk went to open the door, ready to give the person an earful. To his surprise, it was a drunk Kim Dokja, face flushed and voice slurred:

“W… why didn’t the damn door open. T-this is my house! I g… ot the key!”

The man was trying to insert a key, which he almost dropped when Yoo Joonghyuk opened the door. Seeing Yoo Joonghyuk, his face brightened:

“A-ah Joonghyuk-ssi. W… why are you in my apartment?”

“This is my apartment.”

Yoo Joonghyuk tried to remain calm after seeing the other man’s smile.

“I-is that so… Hehe I’m sorry. Oh and did anyone tell you that you look handsome today too.”

Kim Dokja, with an idiotic smile on his face, suddenly approached Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Huh?”

Wait, why did his pretty neighbor suddenly compliment him? And with that smooth silky voice of his? Yoo Joonghyuk felt blood rushing to his face but before he could react, Kim Dokja had already fell asleep while leaning on the door. After some consideration, he decided to bring the man into his house and dumping him on the guest room that Mia would use whenever she came over his house.

He then left for the kitchen to pour Kim Dokja a cup of water. When he came back, he didn’t expect to be met with the sight of a sluggish Kim Dokja undressing himself, his shirt half unbuttoned and his pants were spraying on the floor. Kim Dokja, who was only wearing a boxer, had the most sinful pairs of thighs he had ever seen. It was milky, smooth, white and Yoo Joonghyuk wondered how it would feel when his hands roamed over it. His undone shirt also revealed a certain perky pink bud, which Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t dare to look at any further.

“H-here, water.”

Flustered, Yoo Joonghyuk quickly placed the cup of water on the bedside table and went back to his room. If he stayed in that room for longer, who knew what he would have done?

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know what possessed him but somehow he decided to search for that one ASMR video again. And he, like last time, also came off at the end of the video. He didn’t want to go to bed with his lower half feeling sticky, so he dazedly went to the bathroom. As Yoo Joonghyuk walked past the room his neighbor was staying in, he suddenly heard some noises.

“A-ah.”

The noise sounded suspiciously like the one in that video. The sounds in the video were good, but these one, they were even better. They were raw, unfiltered and melancholic. They felt like music to Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears, the one which he wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of his life.

As if he was possessed, Yoo Joonghyuk stood there, forgetting whatever he planned to do, and etched those sounds into his memory. When they finally died down, he went straight to the bathroom and jerked off one more time. In one night, he masturbated more than the number of times he did so in the past month. His ED doctor would be really surprised to hear this.

The next morning, Kim Dokja woke up and apologized to him frantically. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything but he was secretly eyeing the man, cooking up a plan of how to monopolize that heavenly sound for the rest of his life.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #전지적 독자 시점 #orv #kdj #yjh

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klaineharmony · 8 months

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Hi everyone,

Goodness. Last time I wrote one of these, we didn't have a closing date on the new house, and now here we are, over a month later, and life is still a whirlwind.

We closed on the new house August 10th, and immediately started moving what we could, ourselves, once the closing was complete. This was also a week before the meetings for the new semester began in earnest, so we were moving, then the new term started. We spent two weeks moving as much as possible and juggling the moving with our jobs.

Then, my spouse had a pre-op appointment, and a few days later went to take care of their mom for a week. Which meant that I was alone when the movers came for all our big furniture and most of our remaining stuff. What was supposed to be a four hour job became a 7 1/2 hour job, on a horridly hot and humid day. We were all dripping buckets. Every minute of the next four days that wasn't consumed with work was consumed with taking care of the dog and trying to unpack, trying to get at least some things in order and get the floors clear and make it so that we could walk around without piles of boxes everywhere, not to mention taking care of the yard.

When Spouse got back, we had a week before Spouse was supposed to have top surgery, and it was more of the same: frantically unpacking, doing laundry, arranging the downstairs bathroom and bedroom so that Spouse would have them to recover in, trying to get more odds and ends from the old house and clean it so that it looked nicer for showings.

Then top surgery, last week. Spouse is recovering really well, and we're both very grateful for that, but it's meant that they are very tired, of course, and less mobile, and it's meant more caretaking on my end and more shouldering of running things for the house, as well as trying to take care of things at the old house when need be. I'm exhausted. And somewhere in all of this, I'm trying to get writing done - I have one chapter done, I have another article due the 1st, a book intro to write, and a second chapter that I haven't really even started. And a presentation I'm giving next week that I haven't started. I want there to be three of me. I really have no idea how one person is supposed to do all of this.

I hope you all are less busy and more sane than I am! What has been happening with you all, and in the Tumblr ecosystem?

#RL #life of an academic #about me

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victoriaxsanchez · 4 months

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[cisfemale and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [VICTORIA SANCHEZ]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [DANIELA NIEVES]. You must be the [TWENTY SEVEN] year old [NAIL TECH]. Word is you’re [DETERMINED] but can also be a bit [JEALOUS] and your favorite song is [NONE FOR YOU BY KIANA LEDE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

pinterest + spotify

tw: miscarriage, cheating

stats

name: victoria sanchez

nicknames: vicki, tori,

age: 27

occupation: nail technician

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: september 1st 1996

sign: virgo sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising

ethnicity: venezuelan

hometown: aurora bay

eye color: brown

hair color: brown

height: 5’1”

tattoos: none

piercings: lobes, belly button

likes- baking, emerald green, nude lipstick, winged liner, expensive clothes, pretty cocktails, winter & snow, fireplaces dislikes- criminal behaviour, lying, loud noises. headcanons- coming soon

biography:

Victoria was born into wealth, growing up she never had to worry about anything and she always got what she wanted. She was extremely spoiled, and she let everyone know it. It was basically tradition to become a lawyer in her. family, and then marry someone from law school. Her parents had done it, the same with her grandparents. She and her siblings were expected to do the same so there was a certain pressure on her growing up to do well, and get good grades. Victoria would never admit it but she never felt good enough and she put a lot of pressure on herself from a young age, not only to do well but to maintain a pristine reputation. Victoria only managed to avoid college for a year after she finished high school, she promised her parents she would go once she had traveled the world and that’s exactly what she did. At 19 she reluctantly enrolled in law school at NYU. Victoria struggled with the workload, she was smart enough but she lacked interest. But she managed to stick it out and even met a boy in her second year. It was exactly how her family planned it. Victoria believed she could easily get through it with his help. They were so in love, or so she thought. She was in her last year when she found out by snooping through his Snapchat and finding numerous explicit messages. A month or two later she was sitting on her bathroom floor staring at a positive pregnancy test. Her world was falling apart and she couldn’t even bring herself to tell her ex about the baby growing in her stomach - she didn’t even want the baby growing in her stomach. But the universe had other plans - a week after finding out she was in hospital undergoing emergency surgery due to an ectopic pregnancy. Here she was, stuck. She loved the city but it felt haunted now, and so did becoming a lawyer, so she dropped out only a few months away from graduating. Thankfully her parents didn't find out straight away. She knew she had to find something else to do so they didn't complain, enrolling in cosmetology school on a whim and somehow becoming obsessed with all things nails in the process but her family could only be in the dark so long. Victoria had one of her sisters come to visit, thinking she could trust her but when she returned to Aurora Bay, she told their parents, causing them to block Tori from accessing her trust fund. This caused Vicki to return with her tail between her legs, attempting to repair what she'd broken with her family. She moved into an apartment by herself and got herself a job at the local salon to prove she could be responsible and stand on her own two feet but her relationship with her entire family remains strained. @aurorabayaesthetic

wanted connections:

#aurorabay.intro #tw: miscarriage #tw: cheating

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stuffedanimaleyes · 2 years

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Stu Macher x Reader:When the Red Dahlias Bloom

T/W: cussing, mention of stalking

Chapter 1:Welcoming Woodsboro

Word Count: 3.2k

Song: You are my Destiny-Paul Anka 1958

For @jokenotfunny

August 1st, 1995

I set a beige box down. It was heavy, full of memories put into it. I thought maybe moving to a new town might be easy—well, easier. The last place my family had lived was a small quiet suburb just outside of Mississippi. I had a hard time standing out but also just as hard as fitting in. I had lived in Mississippi all my life but even now as I'm away from it I had no desire to go back to my old town and old ‘friends’.

My life in Mississippi was awful to say the least. No one liked me there and it was bliss that we had to move for my Mother‘s work. It took a day and a few hours to get to Woodsboro California but it was sure worth it. Every second. The minute I stepped foot out of the car and onto the grass of my new house I knew that this was the best decision ever. Now here I was—unboxing the last few boxes of furniture for my new room.

The house was spacious and very welcoming. A two story house excluding the attic outside of the main town. The exterior was a light off-white with a mid grey roof. Dark grey shutters had framed the windows and the door was a dark wooded auburn with a dark handle to the door. The last home owners had said the house was built in the seventies, yet it still had a modern look. Pillars lined outside of the house onto the porch where there was a wooden porch swing. a garden grew on the outside of the house creating a beautiful natural remedy to the house. Instead of fences outlining the backyard it was trees and forest, the place was… magical.

The interior was magical as well but nothing could compare to the outside. Stairs were what you saw as you went in but if you turned your head to either side there was a dining room to the left and living room to the right. Connecting both of the two was the kitchen and the door to the backyard. Paintings littered the wall of the first floor. Under the stair however was an empty bookcase connected to the stairs and a door to a tiny bathroom was placed conveniently in the middle of it all. The bathroom was small, and the tiles of the floor were cool, but the white paint of the room made it seem bigger than what it really was.

The second floor contained the bedrooms and two more bathrooms. As you went up the stairs you were met with a closet which hung coats and held old paintings and the such. A little table which held a vase of Red Dahlias and pictures of our family was right next to them. Right of the closet and table however was my parents room. My parents room was connected to their own bathroom. A queen sized bed was on the side of the room next to the window. The carpet upstairs was a soft dark grey and the bed matched the carpet perfectly. Drawers and a closet were near each other. Outside of their room and near the closet was a bathroom which I would now use most of the time. The bathroom had dark paint on the walls and a painting hung behind the toilet as a shower right next to it as well.

At the end of the hallway to the left was my own room. It had plenty of space. The walls were a light grey and a fan was on the ceiling which also held light. Turning the switch on the room was light and yellow. My desk which I had sat in a corner near my drawer. My window had white curtains. My bed is on the opposite side of my drawer and desk. Right next to my door however is my closet which had stairs to the attic inside of it.

Boxes had still riddled throughout the house however as we were not super human and could get unpacking done after a day of driving. I was let outside of the house however when I got most of my unpacking done. The remaining of my items were in a few boxes inside of my room waiting to be placed somewhere. Riding my bike into town as I didn’t have enough money to buy my own car and my parents didn’t trust me enough with their car all by myself I was stuck riding a bike to town from the middle of nowhere. It had also turned out that the neighbours were miles away from the house, the Becker family. I greeted them and told them I was their new neighbour. They seemed delighted to see a new face so I left the couple alone after saying goodbye.

As soon as I got into town I had listed every store I saw. K-mart, an ice cream parlour, a few shopping stores around the places… I’d say the town was pretty nice and had a lot of options. I had slid off my bike and saw a place I could chain my bike up. I ran up, chained it, and made note of where I had put it so I didn’t lose it. I had noticed a lot of people outside of their houses, mostly teenagers, but still, it was a friendly surprise.

I had been walking for a couple minutes before I had seen something that had caught my eye. At first I thought it was a few noisy teenagers but then I saw that it was a news crew. Cameras were set everywhere and the person who was the main focus was a woman in a green and spiky outfit. I quickly walked towards the crew and overheard them talking about a death which happened earlier in the year somewhere around town square. Maybe even further away. I heard the reporter's name. Her name was Gale Weathers and she had commented on how the person who was accounted as guilty was framed, and she had a book on him and such.

Then suddenly she turned to people in the crowd and asked them how they felt about living in a town with a murderer on the loose and such. Multiple types of responses had surfaced and suddenly I was pulled into the camera's view and asked a series of questions.

“What do you feel about Cotton Weary being falsely accused of murder?”Gale Weathers said in a monotone reporter-like voice.

“Uhhh—I don’t—I’m not—I’m new into town, I just moved here, I really don’t know who Cotton Weary is, Ma’am..,”I had stumbled out.

“Hmm, are you aware of the murder of Mrs.Prescott?”She had questioned

“No I’m not, sorry, I don’t think I’m exactly the type of person you’re looking for,” I chuckled out.

She puzzled to herself and pushed me away looking for once again, another person to interview on the accusations. I was alright with that happening however as I could hear about what had occurred and other things. After getting bored shortly after I walked around a fountain nearby I strolled along to a diner feeling quite famished after my adventures around town. Songs were being played in the 50-60s based diner. It smelt of savoury foods and meat. Food to make your mouth salivate. I went up to a stool near a cash register and turned to my wallet seeing how much money I had. I only had enough for a milkshake and maybe fries.

“Hey sweetheart, ready to order?” A soothing voice had rolled out in front of me, catching me off guard.

My mouth was a bit agape looking up to see a handsome man with mid-length dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes,”uh—uhm, I am actually. Can I get a vanilla milkshake?”Snapping out of my gaze.

“You’ve got it sweetie, but are you sure you don’t want the chocolate?”he grinned looking towards me

“Now looking at you more clearly, are you from around here? I haven’t seen you around school. Maybe it’s because it's summer, huh?” He snickered.

“You’ve got me,” you say, putting your hands up defenseless, “I just moved here from a town right outside of Mississippi. I’m Y/N,” you go out to shake his hand, his rough hand grips yours tightly.

“Also, vanilla is the cheapest option so no, I don’t think I’ll get the chocolate,” you grinned with a cheeky smile.

“Alright Y/N, coming right up. Names Billy,” he said as he let go of your hand.

You kicked your feet as you pulled a magazine out of your bag to read it as you waited for your milkshake. Skimming through the thin pages you read a mini comic put on the side of the magazine. I was far too invested in the comic. I hadn't even noticed my milkshake had arrived and the waiter, Billy, had been scrolling the page from upside down.

“You seriously like that thing? It’s so stupid,”he smirked out.

You jumped not expecting someone’s voice.

“..yeah, it’s a good comic. I love Garfield. I read it in almost every newspaper ever! It is so not stupid!”you spat out but as soon as you said it you realized how childish you had sounded and immediately looked back down to read more of the adventures the orange cat has yet to go on. You felt your cheeks burn up.

Grabbing your vanilla milkshake you drank it hurriedly. Famin immediately leaves your body as it fills your empty insides. The flavour of icecream and vanilla flooded your mouth. Although your body still has yet to get solid foods the milkshake you had gotten would’ve subsided the hunger pains you would’ve definitely gotten if you hadn’t gotten the milkshake.

“No need to be in a hurry,” Billy had said, making you look up towards his eyes.

“Oh you have no idea, I’ve been needing some nutrition in my body all day,” flailing your body dramatically.

You both laughed and chatted for up to an hour. Just as it hit 5:00pm you got your wallet out and had paid for your milkshake as well as tipped Bill Loomis Humorously. He had also gotten your new house number in return.

Strutting out of the small diner it had hit golden hour. The trees outside Gad golden flakes scattered around the leaves. The hot sun heated your face and you felt as like everything that has ever happened in your life lifted. You never sinned, you’ve never done any bad thing in your life. You strolled down the now quieter town and the fresh air filled your lungs. Life was peaceful. You went to get your keys from your bag for your bike but once you got to where you had chained your bike it was nowhere to be seen. Your heart started to race from its once calm and collected nature. You immediately went into the place near where you had chained your bike up.

Going up to the counter of the store you rang the bell numerous times.

“Hello-o-o?”you questioned loudly and frantically.

A boy with spiky dirty blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes hurriedly opened the door, almost falling in the process. I was almost too mesmerized by his dashing looks. I forgot about my missing bike. He was better looking than Bill, and his worried look made it even better.

“Yes? Yes? I was on break but I guess not anymore, what do you need?”he asked in a bit of a serious tone although it seemed like he could be more of a goofy laid back kind of guy.

Remembering how my bike got stolen or was mistaken or just missing I stammered the words out to the god like being in front of me,”I think my bike got stolen from outside this store, did you see who took it? Please say you have! Please!”I begged. I could almost see something in him turn but it was unreadable. He looked at me pitifully.

“No, sorry, I haven’t. I'm sure if you need a ride I could get you one depending on how close we are. What’s your address?”

“Oh thank you so much, I have no way of going home except from my bike. I’m so grateful for you, you have no idea. My address is 1810 Calistoga Road,” I say, almost rambling from the sheer amount of adrenaline still filled in my body. He put his hands on my shoulders and made me realize I was practically vibrating.

“Calm down now, huh? Don’t need you to go exploding in my car. My shift ends in a few hours. Hopefully you can withstand that,” he chuckled to himself, seemingly getting relaxed,”That house, doesn’t it belong to the Georges’? Are you their granddaughter or something?” He expressed also through his hands in a gleeful tone.

“Oh, no, my parents and I just moved in from Mississippi. The Georges’ moved out of town. I’m not sure where to but hopefully somewhere sunny like Cali,” you started to smile again. Going around the counter to sit in the back with him,”My names Y/N by the way, you saved my ass,”

“Well Y/N, my name is Stuart Macher, but you can call me Stu little lady. You really scared the hell out of me back there when you started screaming,”he laughed lowly as he leaned against the counter and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I just got really freaked out by the whole ordeal. Hopefully you can forgive me for that—please don’t hold a grudge against me until I die a painful and sufferable death, please-e-e,” you prolonged with a goofiness in your voice, as well as putting your hands together in a pleading way.

“Don’t worry about it, I can live without a grudge knowing you die a painfully slow suffering death now that you’ve said it!” You both laugh, tears welled up in your eyes as he made a few more comments about the situation at hand.

At around 7:00pm he walked towards the door, turning the once opened sign to a closed sign and locking the door.

“So this whole job is just a summer job?”you ask.

“Yeah-h-h, my folks wanted me to be more responsible and turns out I’m not the only one with a summer job! My friend Billy got a job across town at a diner. So I’m not the only one who has to suffer this painful ass job thing,”he complains, making a few jokes here and there.

After locking up the back door he—we headed for the car. I had no idea which one was his so I just beelined straight behind him.

“Are you going to sit on my lap or something? Go on the other side!” He howled laughing at my antics. Heat rose to my face as I laughed alongside him at myself.

Going to the other side of the car I heard the click of the lock and opened up the door and plopped myself into the small vehicle. I bounced up and down on the couchy seat and grabbed the seat belt and buckled myself in.

“Let’s go, my trusty steed!”I yelled victoriously. The car roared in response and then we were off. The car zipped through town but instead of the route to my house we went to the diner.

“I forgot to mention but my friend Billy also gets a ride from me—so! He’ll just have to sit in the back,” He winked at me. He raised his hand up and ferociously slammed it onto the horn. A loud ‘BEEEEP’ could be heard all throughout town. The back door of the diner was immediately opened and banged against the wall of the diner. Stuart rolled down the window.

“Sorry baby, you have to sit in the back this time, we have company,” Stuart said before doing an erratic shaking of his hands.

“God damnit Stu,”Bill had said, annoyed but as he looked through the window and saw me I waved my hand at him.

“Oh, it’s just Y/N, never mind,”Bill said and rested his face and opened the car door.

“You know Billy?”

“Course I know him! I went to the diner earlier today to get a milkshake,”

“Oh-h-h, alright,” he said with a goofy grin.

The ride back home was loud and the boy bickered as if I wasn’t in the car. Although I joined in the arguments at times I could help but laugh at them. Bil was dropped off first. The car was comfortably silent until I said something which seemed to stiffen Stuart up.

“Thanks a lot Stuart, you doing this means a lot. Maybe we can hang out some time? I’ll leave my number with you if you want,”

“Really it’s no problem Y/N, you and your pretty face can ask for a car ride anytime, though I would take that ‘hang out’ thing anytime darlin’,” he snickered

I smiled at him and leaned back looking out the window and listening to the music currently playing on the radio. I hummed along with the song as trees passed and animals ran across the sides. This town was peaceful.. maybe I can actually have a good life here..?

As the car pulled up at the driveway I said thank you once again as I left, leaving my number with him. Running up to the auburn door I knocked three times very firmly. I looked down towards my watch and noticed that the time was already 9:17pm! I had missed dinner and practically every important meal today but I was too tired to care, hopefully my parents would feel the same. If they didn’t… I would just say I got a meal out in the town at the diner. No need to stress out about food. My parents took too long to open the door so I summed it up to them already being asleep and grabbed the spare key under the mat and unlocked the door. I didn’t realize Stuart was still here so I waved him off and said goodbye and goodnight once again this night.

Going in I took off my shoes near the door and placed them out of the way. Going to the kitchen I got some water, drinking cup after cup. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until this moment but I just kept on drinking and refilling my cup. Finally once I was full and hydrated I hurriedly went up the stairs, did my nightly routine in the bathroom and smashed myself into my bed. I immediately passed out. I felt so.. happy. Today was a great beginning. I wouldn’t think that for much longer though. I could feel something or someone staring at me through the window as I fell asleep but I paid no mind as it could’ve easily just been a stray dog or raccoon.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder… what if?

#stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream #scream 1996 #ghostface #x reader #slow burn #y/n #yandere #yandere x reader #reader

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