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greatooglymooglyyy · 18 days

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The Last Ride Chapter 7 (AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo)

summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.

advised and cowritten by @rootbeerworshiper

contains: cursing, kissing, general fluff, verbal arguments, mentions of toxic relationships, angst, 3.7k words

a/n: sigh. here y'all go. damn.

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“What if instead of cleaning duty, I was on horses today?”

I look up at him from under my lashes as he scans over his clipboard with today’s task list.

“Hmm..” Chris taps a finger against his chin, tilting his head as if in deep thought. “How about no?”

“Please?” I beg, not caring at all about the slight whine in my voice. When he doesn’t answer, I step a little closer and drop my voice to a whisper. “I’ll kiss you again.”

Chris arches an eyebrow and gives me his cocky smirk. “You were gonna do that anyway.”

Wow. Someone’s gotta humble this kid. I open my mouth but my words get lost when I focus on his lips, his tongue prodding teasingly against his bottom one. Damn it. He’s got a point.

When I throw my head back in a dramatic show of defeat, he laughs and touches my waist lightly. “Sorry, Scotch. No favoritism. You gotta see Cinnamon on your own time.”

I shoot him a glare that turns into a small smile without my permission when I meet his teasing eyes. His hand on my waist lingers longer than necessary as he trails his eyes over my face. Just when I’m sure he’s about to lean in, a couple of the hands walk by and Chris pulls away.

He claps as he recovers, apparently remembering he’s in charge. “Alright. Get a move on. Last time you left milk in my buckets and they soured.”

Covering my mouth in mock horror, I gasp. “Oh my. Not the buckets!”

Chris bites his lip to stop his smile. “Watch it. Keep it up and I’ma put you on pigs tomorrow. Let ‘em dust your ass again.”

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My lip curls up with disgust as I drop my soaked gloves into the trash bin and turn around. Turns out that disinfecting animal equipment is absolutely disgusting. Who would have thought?

Suppressing the urge to shudder at the memory of caked-on curdled milk, I smile at a passing worker as he collects the buckets to redistribute them. He nods his head back in friendly recognition. “Chris said to send ‘ya round to the cows when you’re all done.”

He’s leaning against a truck, staring at someone testing out paint colors on the barn with an inscrutable look on his face. My heartbeat doubles embarrassingly when his eyes find me but I force myself to not let it show. He doesn’t react outwardly either, but I clock how he readjusts slightly like he’s trying his hardest to stay still.

“You rang, bossman?”

He rolls his eyes and gestures towards the painter. “This is all your fault.”

Okay, so that was technically true. But how was I supposed to know when I told Birdie the peeling paint made my eyes bleed, she’d make my uncle redo it?

“I never told her to make it red. She always half listens to me.” I counter, leaning against the door beside him and letting our arms brush.

He glances over at me, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “Speaking of not listening, didn’t I tell you to make sure you grabbed all the buckets?”

“I literally did!” I answer, panic raising at the idea of having to scrub more nasty equipment.

“You literally didn’t.” He says with a butchered valley girl impression. “Coulda sworn I say some of the other side of here. Come see.”

I sigh as I follow him to the back of the barn, already growing irritated at Chris’ nitpicking. But as soon as we are out of eyeshot, he stops short and turns to me. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he leans in, bending his head low and tilting my chin up with his fingertips, before pressing his lips to mine.

It’s a sweet kiss, not unlike the handful we’ve already shared, but there's some urgency beneath this one, his tongue moving against mine. When he pulls away, it takes all my energy not to follow him and bring his face back to mine.

He leans back and studies my face, running his thumb under my lip before dropping his hand. “I’ve been wanting to do that since breakfast.”

“Why didn’t you?” I question with a smile, watching as he leans against the wall of the barn.

He scoffs and crosses his arms. “And have your uncle get to whoopin’ my ass over grits? No shot.”

I smile at the thought of that. “You’re right. It would be pretty funny though.”

Chris just rolls his eyes, using his hands to pull me into him by my belt loops, our bodies leaned against the barn wall. “It’s like you just live to see me suffer.”

“Need I remind you of the work I was doing at the barn today? I’m gonna have nightmares about the smell.” I shiver slightly, reminiscing on the sour smell of milk and strong chemicals combined.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear while his other hand simply rubs my lower back. I’m not entirely sure what’s gotten into him but he’s definitely more affectionate than normal.

“What are you doing tonight?” He smiles, making eye contact with me and immediately causing me to look down.

Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t let me have that luxury for more than a few seconds, his finger lifting my chin to force my gaze back onto him.

“You ask me that every time as if I’m ever doing anything but hanging around you.” I lean in to close the space and place another quick kiss on his smirking lips. “Where’re you taking me now boss?”

“What makes you think you’re getting another date?” He asks as if the answer isn’t completely obvious.

I look up as if I'm really racking my brain for an answer before looking back at his blue eyes again. “I happen to think I know you pretty well. Now tell me, am I wearing a dress, or is this another good ol country get-together?”

“Call me uneducated but I’m not entirely sure on the dress code for every date.” He laughs. “State fair’s coming down, thought you might wanna go on a few rides.”

I gasp with a smile plastered on my face as I step back from him. “Really?”

“Really. Better go looking for outfit ideas soon, Scotch. I’ll pick you up for eight.”

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“Since when were you scared of rollercoasters?” I ask, my arm intertwined with Chris’ as we walk past the brightly colored food trucks.

He scoffs dramatically, shaking his head. “I’m not scared of them, I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Really? Because from where I was sitting, it was hard to tell your screams apart from the ten-year-old behind us.” I tease, leaning my head onto his shoulder.

Chris just kisses the top of my head. “I really can’t catch a break with you, can I sweetheart?”

“No, you cannot.” I smile to myself before a sign catches my eye. “Oh my god!”

I pull Chris by his hand, not stopping to explain what has me walking so fast. “Woah, what’d I miss?”

I catch my breath momentarily before replying. “They have my favorite lemonade here. I haven’t had it since my mom took me to the Cali expo.”

He looks down at me, eyes laced with a hint of concern at the casual mention of my deadbeat mother.

Before I can reassure him that I’m okay, it’s my turn to order. “Hi. I’ll have a large raspberry lemonade please.”

I reach for my wallet but by the time my eyes scan back to the cashier Chris is already handing them a ten-dollar bill. “Keep the change.” He smiles, grabs my drink for me, and begins to walk away from me.

The first sip transports me back to my childhood so quickly, I almost mistake Chris’ arm brushing against mine for my mom’s. Almost.

But the smile he gives me when I glance up at him is enough to keep me from letting those thoughts linger. Instead, I hold out the cup for him to take, listening to the satisfying sound of the ice sloshing against the plastic.

“Try it,” I demand. “It’s like sunshine in a cup.”

His eyes light up with amusement as he takes the cup, tilting it to peer inside. “Sunshine, huh? Awful big promise.”

I shrug, watching closely as he takes a weary sip. “You could have flipped the straw.” I joke when he hands it back, nodding his approval.

He raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “Oh, so you can stick your tongue down my throat but we can’t share a drink?”

“Don’t recall that.” I lie, as I walk over to an empty picnic table and swing my leg over the bench.

“Yeah? Lemme remind you.”

He leans down, tipping my head up so he can kiss me slow and heavy. I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair. Just as I start to deepen the kiss, someone clears their throat and I pull away quickly, the memory that we are in public heating my face.

Chris just laughs, completely undeterred and unembarrassed, before he takes a seat next to me. He reaches over and takes the cup again, taking a slow and deliberate drink from the straw, all the while keeping his eyes trained up on mine.

“Cute,” I say when he hands the cup back, a smirk growing on his face.

“Thanks. I thought so.”

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“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” I say mortified as I look around at the children occupying the other teacups. Yeah, that’s right. Teacups. Because I’m on a date with a child apparently.

“What are you talking about? This is the best part.”

Chris’ face across from me is one of pure and utter glee. A soft and playful demeanor he rarely wears coming to the surface. It’s so cute, I can’t help but match his smile.

The ride begins and we start spinning slowly, Chris’ hands resting longingly on the wheel. I had expected him to turn it as quickly as he could the minute we started but I guess he wants to be a gentleman.

Thankfully, I am very much under no obligation to be one.

Shooting him an evil grin, I spin the wheel like I’m steering a rouge pirate ship, cackling when the momentum sends him flying to the side.

He looks up surprised but grins back, spinning the opposite way even faster until we are both slipping and sliding, laughing uncontrollably.

I end up sliding over to him and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, slowing down the spinning a bit. I feel his thumb gently smoothing against my arm as I lean into him. “This was my plan all along.” He says softly into my hair.

I smile up at him, content as the world around us continues to spin.

The ride is over way too fast for my liking but it’s probably for the best. Forty-five seconds in and I’m already seeing double of Chris.

He hops off the ride first, extending a hand and helping me out. My first steps are a bit wobbly and he laughs, slinging an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his side.

“Easy, baby. How about we switch it up and go play some games?”

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I press the back of my hand to my mouth, trying to cover my laughter, as Chris misses his final ball toss. And by final I mean, the fourth round that he’s paid for and missed every single time.

“Y’all got them motherfuckers glued down.” He accuses, jokingly pushing his buddy who’s working the stand.

The boy, who I remember vaguely from our night at Hank’s, smiles back tauntingly and walks over to the glass bottles, picking one up for demonstration. “Ain’t nobody cheating you. You just suck, Sturniolo.”

My laughter bursts out at this but I quickly play it off as a cough when Chris’ attention snaps back to me. “Why don’t we try another game?”

“No chance. You said you want that penguin, you’re getting that there penguin.” He says squaring his shoulders and pointing at the hanging toy.

Oh god. He might as well bang on his chest and swing from a vine.

“Can we just buy the penguin?” I ask the worker, giving him a sweet smile. He leans in, a bit charmed before he notices Chris’ eyes on him and takes a step back, shaking his head.

I sigh and pull out my wallet, grabbing a few dollars to pay the fee. But before I can hand it over, Chris grabs my arm, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m winning you that penguin.” I say as I place the money into the boy’s hand and pick up one of the balls.

“Okay fine. But at least waste my money instead of yours.” He mumbles as I wind back and completely overshoot on my first try.

The worker steps forward, giving me quiet advice on how to set my feet and I nod thankfully before I toss my second ball. It bounces off the ledge and moves the glass a bit but it doesn’t fall.

Motivated now, I try again, tuning out Chris’ rambling advice and aiming similarly to how he taught me to fish. The ball crashes through the bottles and the pyramid crumbles to my and Chris’ shared shock.

We look at each other stunned for a second before exploding with celebration as if I had just won the Superbowl. I’m serious. Pretty sure there was a chest bump involved.

The worker rolls his eyes but there’s a small smile on his lips as he takes down our prize and hands it over. “Here. Now gon’ get away from my stand. I’m gonna throw up.”

Chris grins at the penguin, handing it to me as we walk away. “Good shit, Scotch. I never doubted you for a second.”

I scoff, tucking my stuffed animal under my arm and looking up at him. “You did. But that’s okay. We just proved which one of us got game.” I lace my voice with a perfect impression of his cocky confidence and he kisses his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. You won this one. Bet you don’t wanna see me in basketball though?” He says, already taking off towards the booth like a little kid.

I huff in faux anger as I race to beat him there. “Chris. You are such a cheat!”

But as I hear his playful laughter ring through the courtyard, it’s impossible not to join in.

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“Looks like they’re about to close up. You bout ready to call it?” Chris asks, bringing my hand up to his mouth and pressing a quick kiss to it.

I nod, trying not to let the disappointment at the night ending show on my face. “Okay.”

We start walking towards the parking lot slowly, trying to stretch the minutes we have together. As if I don’t see him every day. Somehow it’s still not enough.

“So…” He starts, stretching the word out dramatically. “How was our first real date for you? Give it to me straight. I can take it.”

I laugh and roll my eyes. “God. I hate to inflate your ego anymore. But it’s definitely been the best date I’ve ever had.” I shake my head a bit embarrassed as I add a quiet, “Not that I’ve been on many.”

He scrunches his face up as if that’s impossible for him to believe and I just shrug as if to say ‘what can I say?”

“Alright. What’s up with those West Coast boys? They blind or somethin’?” Chris asks lightly, his eyes glancing down to where our hands swing interlocked between us.

I laugh darkly in response, the memory of Jace souring my mood a bit. “More like I couldn’t see past my ex… or whatever he is.” I shake my head and sigh at how dumb I feel not knowing what to call him. “It was complicated. I’ve loved him- I mean, I loved him for a long time.”

Glancing up to meet Chris’ eye, I can tell he’s fighting between wanting to ask more questions and not wanting to press me. But after all the vulnerability he’s shown me lately, the least I can do is open up in return. I give him an encouraging smile and he finally continues. “When did y’all break up?”

The question rattles me immediately and I stop short. Technically…I mean… Did we? Not that Jace and I were ever anything near official and especially not that I have any delusions of him waiting up for me. But it’s true that we never had a conversation about calling it quits. Instead, I blocked him and hopped on a plane.

Worry skates across Chris' features at my silence as we watch each other for a second. “Scotch… You did break up with him, right?”

“Yes. I did…I think. Just not in so many words.”

Chris drops my hand, tilting his head and giving me a look of complete and utter disbelief. “You think or you know? Throw me a bone here and tell me I haven’t been losing my mind over somebody else’s girl.”

“You haven’t!” I say, my voice coming out sharper than I meant it to. “I don’t know what you want me to say. Dating is different in the city.”

His brow crinkles and his voice grows smaller. “You get down like that?”

And I don’t know if it’s his words or the way he’s looking at me like he just found out I don’t light up the sky, but something sets me off.

“You have no right.” I grind out, stepping closer and digging a finger into his chest to emphasize my point. “Don’t insinuate a thing about me like you’re some Sunday school saint. You don’t think I’ve heard about you and your ‘whores of the week’? You get down like that?”

The laugh he gives me is clipped and he takes a step back, looking over my shoulder as if he can’t stand to meet my eye. “If you believe that bullshit talk, that’s on you. I’m going off the words from your mouth. You don’t even bother to put the poor guy down before you're stringing another idiot along.”

My eyes narrow to slits. “Take. Me. Home.”

“You. Got. It.” He answers, mocking my cadence and stomping off toward his truck. I trail behind him in silence, trying to hold back my emotions as adorable couples pass us by hand-in-hand. A few feet away from the car, he turns back around and glares at me, hurt and anger warring in his eyes.

“Just tell me one thing, Y/N. How long were you gonna wait before you ran back to that loser, huh? How long after I dropped you off at the airport? Were you gonna give me a month at least? A week?”

“It’s not like that, Chris,” I say, pleading creeping into my response without my permission. “I hadn’t thought it all through but I was trying to be done with him.”

His lips pull up in the mockery of his usual smile; this one is cold and unlike him. “Oh! Well, as long as you’re trying. Why didn’t you just say so?”

Rolling my eyes at his sarcasm, I step around him and pull against my door handle, finding it locked. “Hurry up before I walk home,” I say, running my fingers through my hair, wincing when I hear his mocking laugh.

He doesn’t say a word, just walks over and unlocks the truck on my side, swinging it open before heading back around. I rest my fingertips on the frame of the door, watching as Chris climbs in and starts the truck, but I hesitate to get in. “I’m not a whore.” I say, my voice remaining strong despite how much I want to break.

Chris looks over at me, the furrow between his brows deepening. “I never once called you one.”

“Then why is it so easy for you to believe I’m trying to play you?”

“Because you’re you, Scotch.” He says simply, his grip on the steering wheel tight.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I cry, frustration at how quickly this all went south rising to the surface.

He’s silent for a beat and the sounds of the fair become audible again. The sound of children laughing and faint carnival music at odds with the tension sitting between us.

“You know what it means.”

My breath hitches for a second but I nod, somewhat happy my doubts are confirmed. The ones that screamed at me Chris would never see past that stereotype that he pegged for the first day we met. The ones that whispered I will always be missing something vital but no one will care enough to tell me what it is.

I slam his car door shut and turn on my heel, walking vaguely toward the direction we came from. Chris is calling my name behind me but I keep my eyes forward even as they grow blurry. When I almost trip over the rocky asphalt, I stop and rip off my heels, carrying them in my hands as I keep forward.

From my peripheral, I see the truck pull up beside me, slowing to crawl and rolling the window down. “Okay, you’ve made your scene. Get in the car.” Chris says, sounding every bit as exhausted as I feel.

Ignoring him, I train my eyes forward, panic raising when I realize the sidewalk ends a few feet ahead. While I’m debating what to do, Chris calls my name again sharper this time.

Cars begin honking behind him as we both come to a stop. Just as I’m about to say fuck it and keep it pushing into the street, Chris’ patience snaps. “Get in the car, Scotch!” He hollers, reaching over and flinging the door open. “I’m not gonna watch you get hit by a fucking high roller.”

My lip trembles as I finally cut my eyes over to his. We stare at each other for a moment before the melody of horns starts back up and snaps us out of it.

“Please.” He whispers so quietly I have to read his lips to hear him.

So I do. Hopping wordlessly into the car, I let him take me home while I stare out the window, my mind racing. And not for the first time, the center console between us feels like it might as well be as tall as the Great Wall.

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heavcnslyre · 9 months

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chapter six — j.f. ( masterlist )

THIS IS ME TRYING.

“and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad

i have a lot of regrets about that.”

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you sat alone in your room for a while, attempting to calm yourself down. it really seemed stupid after a while, honestly. jeremiah was probably just trying to be nice, and she might find someone else to bring her anyways. it wasn’t something you had to freak out about.

jeremiah knocks on your door after almost an hour.

“come in,” you call out. you’re laying in your bed, aimlessly scrolling on your phone. jeremiah comes in and smiles at you softly, then takes a seat on the edge of your bed.

“moms are back,” he says. “storms pretty much let up now, but they’re still trying to figure out the power.”

“that’s good,” you reply. he studies your face.

“is everything okay? you…left kinda abruptly.”

you look down at your hands. “oh, uh, yeah. i just…i don’t know.”

“what is it, (y/n)?” jeremiah asks, his tone serious. you look up at him.

“are you seriously going to be belly’s escort?”

he flinches. “oh. that. yeah, i think so. i mean… she told me that apparently conrad asked to be her escort but he’s been so shitty to her lately i just figured that i would do something nice for her. why not, right?”

“yeah, sure,” you say dismissively, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “why not?”

“what’s the problem, (y/n)?” he asks genuinely. you sigh and shake your head.

“why is she the exception for you, jeremiah?” you ask. “why, out of everyone, is she the exception?”

he stares at you, confused. “what the hell are you talking about?”

“every single time a debutante ball has ever been brought up you’ve sworn to never be an escort in your life. why is now your one exception?”

“why does it matter?” he asks. “i care about belly. of course i’m going to do something nice for her. why are you so mad about it?”

“are you kidding?” you ask, anger suddenly rising in your chest. “do you not remember when i was going to be a debutante last year?”

“(y/n), what does that have to do with me?”

“the day we sat down at dinner and i said that i was thinking about being a debutante. you immediately sat there and scoffed, and said that debutante balls were terrible and you would never be an escort,” you shake your head. “i gave up on being a debutante after that.”

jeremiah’s voice dropped. “but, why? why did my opinion matter to you? you had so many guys who would have been your escort.”

“you were the only person i would even consider asking, jeremiah,” you blurt out, and he lifts his head in surprise.

“what?”

“i genuinely cannot believe that you don’t know this already,” you run your hand through your hair. “i wanted to be your exception, jere. i would’ve loved to be a deb if you were my escort. but you couldn’t stand the idea of being my escort, could you?”

“(y/n), if i had known…” he trails off. you shake your head.

“whatever, okay?” you say. “it doesn’t matter anymore. i’ve moved on from it.”

“you could have told me,” he says.

“you really don’t get it, do you?” you ask. “you made it such an obvious point to bring that up in that moment. you knew what you were doing, jeremiah. you didn’t think of me the same way. it’s whatever. be belly’s escort. she deserves to have someone who cares about her.”

“why do you just assume i was trying to hurt you?” he asks, his tone suddenly defensive. “why couldn’t it have been an honest mistake, that i didn’t realize you thought of me like that?”

“what do you want me to think, then? that you tried to hurt me or that you’re blind?”

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“ridiculous? really?” you scoff. “how more obvious could i have fucking been? the last three summers i have done nothing but basically throw myself at you and you just—“

“no!” he yells, suddenly standing up from your bed. “no, (y/n), you don’t get to do this! you came here this summer with a boyfriend and didn’t tell me! we got so close this past year and you never fucking told me you had a boyfriend, so i walked in to this summer stupidly thinking that now was our time for something to happen. then you drop that fucking bomb on me and expect everything to be normal? you cannot call me blind when all summer you’ve been the one pretending that everything is as it’s always been.”

“jeremiah, you’re literally not listening to me,” you reply, mirroring his frustrated tone. “everything is as it’s always been to me because you’ve always treated me like this! you’ve always acted like i was so special and then walked away from me into the nearest arms of some other guy or girl! you’ve never made your feelings clear. i’m so fucking sorry that me getting a boyfriend ruined all of your plans for us that i was never a part of.”

“you’re such a fucking hypocrite,” he groans, running his hand through his hair. “you’ve always done the same thing! neither of us have ever expressed our feelings to the other. you cannot place all of this on me!”

“whatever, jeremiah,” you say, not looking at him. “whatever makes you feel good about yourself.”

he stands there and stares at you for a moment before turning around and leaving your room, slamming the door behind him. for what felt like forever, you sat motionless, staring at the door behind him. your mind was racing. jeremiah fisher just admitted he has feelings for you. that was a conversation you had imagined in your mind for years, but this wasn’t at all how you wanted or expected it to go. part of you hated yourself for being so harsh. maybe he truly just didn’t see the signs you gave him. maybe he talked himself out of believing them, just like you had for so long. but part of you was relieved that you got those feelings out. being in love with someone brings about positive emotions, but no one talks about the genuine resentment that goes along with the pining. as your feelings grew, so did the pain. a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. but, a new, maybe even heavier one replaced it. you just had the biggest fight of your lives with your best friend. no matter what, your friendship had to come first.

as much as you do genuinely believe that, you are still beyond pissed at him. you have so many unanswered questions that you aren’t even sure how to ask him. part of you talked yourself out of even believing that he had meant that he had feelings for you, but you had to try to ignore those thoughts, or else you knew you’d make things worse.

although it was still early in the evening, shortly after he left, you put your phone down and go to sleep. you decide that being asleep was better than having to stay up and think about that conversation. the power still wasn’t on, and it continued to rain outside for a while, the dark sky being a pretty good representation of how you were feeling. as dramatic as that seemed, it really was true. you felt so shitty. that was truly the only way to describe it. shitty and pathetic.

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everythingne · 5 months

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marketing ploy - ln4 ch7

Lando recovers. McLaren and Red Bull own up. Olivia and Lando decide the future, and give Oscar a heart attack while doing so. We get our happy ending.

piastri!oc x lando norris, bestfriends brother/fake dating

warnings/notes: hospital visits, mentioned injuries, loopiness from medication, pregnancy/sex jokes, media being bitches, lando going 'guys i gotta keep her' and doing the absolute MOST lmao, this is also TECHNICALLY the last chapter but im gonna write more for olivia and lando most def (also olivia will feature as oscars sister in other fics bc i love her)

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I haven't run in years.

I can feel the burn of the air in my lungs as I force them open, adrenaline making every rib shake as I suck in a breath and force it back out. My shoes slam into the floor of the paddocks, sending jolts up my legs as I whisk my bag over my shoulder and 'just go' as Christian had said. My mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts. What if he was seriously injured? He was able to walk, but he collapsed, was it his legs? Or his ribs? What if it's his back? Or his arms? How long will he be out? Is this a whole-season issue or just a few weeks?

Fuck, I cannot be thinking about this right now.

I sweep the room quickly to make sure I have everything, patting my pockets to check for my phone--which is nestled in the back left pocket of my jeans, before whirling around and out of the room.

Once I'm out of the paddocks and towards the exits, where it opens a bit more, the wind whisks into my skin and bites me as I use one hand to dig through the side pocket to find Lando's car keys. I can't steady my hands, even when I'm trying to control their shake, they just get worse. Whether it's fear or anxiety, I find it plain annoying as I struggle to get the small keychain out of my bag. Lando had driven me here from the hotel and shoved the keys in my bag since he didn't walk in with his bag and didn't want to lose the car keys.

Luckily, he had, because talking to anyone in this state would be a bust. I could feel my attitude snipping at my heart as people shouted my name at me. I couldn't stop. I had to find Lando. I knew what hospital he'd be taken to, I had to get there in one piece.

And it was going to be hard with the fucking media right here.

A few reporters try to follow me, but I'm able to slip through the crowds like water. Once I make it to the parking lot, a woman steps in front of me with her camera held high and I shout.

"Can you fucking move?!" And shove her to the side as I zip out of the lot. Fuck the standards, fucking being polite, I'll ask for forgiveness later. And apologize, probably.

Throwing my bag haphazardly into the car, I follow suit and slam the door. There's time here for me to scream, cry, and rage in semi-private, but I bite back the bubble in my throat, throwing my seatbelt on and turning on the car's engine. I wait no time to slam the car forward into first gear, pulling out of the lot with shaking hands. My hands slip with sweat as I try when I remember his McLaren's manual. Cursing, I force myself to revert back to the car I drove in high school as my hands dance across the car in perfected practice.

Thank god I still have that going for me.

The highway is empty, where I thought there'd be lines of traffic there are only a few sparse cars. I slam the car as hard as it can go, watching the ticking of the speedometer, 50... 60... 70... 80...

I look behind me, merging into the fast lane and gunning it even harder. The car sings, and I feel an odd rush of momentary euphoria.

I hit around 165kpm at some point. The car doesn't even shake, it seemingly glides along with my movements, I hear sirens, I don't know if they're for me but I'm not staying to find out. I press harder, merging to the off-ramp and taking it, barely registering what's around me as I slam on my brakes and slip into the traffic near the hospital.

It feels good to drive like that. Maybe I should get back into racing at some point.

Once the McLaren is parked in a back corner of the hospital lot, I grab my bag, rip myself out of the car, and slam it shut, and triple-check it's locked. I turn and book it into the hospital, trying to breathe steady enough to keep myself from losing my shit. It feels like I can't run fast enough, slipping into the hospital and around people who dodge my clearly rushed pace. I pause in front of a desk, panicked and out of breath when someone comes to my side.

"Hi, honey, who are you lookin' for?" A kind nurse says, her hand finding my arm to apply soothing pressure as she notices the fear in my movements. I thought I was hiding it better than I was, I guess. I take a slow breath and let the shake in my hands come in, no longer holding everything back.

"Lando Norris, he just came in with Formula One?" I ask and the woman nods. She asks to see my ID and I fish out my license and Red Bull card to verify my employment.

"Olivia!" A voice shouts as my items are handed back when I'm cleared, and Jon comes up to my side, pointing at my head.

"You still have your headset on." He says softly and I look him up and down, pointing at him.

"So do you," I say. We pause and fall into soft laughter as I pull the headset down to my neck. Jon takes me by the elbow further into the hospital, out of the view of some of the reporters who try to snap photos of us as they're shoved out by the security. I hadn't even seen them when I made my way inside. Through the winding halls, and down to a smaller section of the hospital, Jon brings me to the door to what I assume is Lando's room.

"He's fine." Jon starts with, which eases me immediately, "He's a bit banged up, they think he might have broken or bruised one of his ribs. He's really out of it, the painkillers made him super loopy. Just a forewarning, he's also been dipping in and out of consciousness so don't be alarmed. It's just the painkillers."

"Is his family here yet?" I ask, looking at the door, and Jon shakes his head no once I look back at him.

"They're driving at normal speeds, so no. I don't wanna know how you got here so fast." He steps forward and knocks. A nurse pops open the door and welcomes us inside, Jon stays back while I make my way to the bedside. Lando's wearing a tee shirt and some loose sports shorts, he looks exhausted. I can see bruising on his legs as I nurse tosses the blanket over him as if trying to hide it from me.

"Here!" She pulls up a chair happily and I thank her as I sit down on it, taking my bag off and setting it on the floor, dropping my headphones in. I sigh, taking Lando's hand and feeling his pulse as if the machine that literally tells me that is lying. It feels good to feel his heart thrum under my skin and I kiss his wrist where the pulsepoint is.

"My girlfrien's not g'nna like you doin' that." Lando tries to take his hand from me, Jon snorting in the doorway. I let go of him and laughed softly, leaning up to brush his hair back from his face, the longer curls sticking to his forehead. He's still got the lines from his helmet and balaclava, and I trace one with my finger as he gives me the nastiest stink eye I've ever seen him muster.

"Hi, Lando." I croon, and he whines, slowly rolling his head to the side.

"I have a girlfriend." He states, poking my hand to push it away from him and I send him an odd look. Jon walks over and I can see he's recording, which makes a small amused smile poke at my lips.

"Lando," I laugh softly and Lando whacks my hands away softly, fighting through the weariness of his pain medication to wave his arms.

"I have a girlfriend." He pouts, laying his hands still at his side. I just laugh again, and Lando shouts in his dreary state, "It's not funny! I do!"

"Shush, shh, Lando." I stand and push my chair back a bit as I stifle my laugh into the back of my hand.

Jon calls from where he stands, attempting to help me not laugh by giving me something new to focus on, "Who's your girlfriend, Lando?"

"Olivia. Oscar's sister, which he was actually not happy about at first but I convinced him I was cool--" Lando keeps rambling on until I lift my hand and cup his cheek, running my thumb under his eye as I speak softly.

"Lando, baby, I am your girlfriend." I put a hand on my chest, "I am Olivia."

Lando blinks, eyes settling on me before he gasps and leans up to grab my face and pull me down for a litter of soft pecks to my cheeks and face. I catch myself on the bed and laugh, catching his lips as he happily grins up at me. It's all doe eyes, lovesick smiles on his lips as he keeps his hands tight on my face.

"Hi, baby." He whispers, bringing me in for another kiss and I detach one of his hands so it can rest by his side. I slowly situate him against the blankets with the help of Jon, and sit a bit closer to the head of the bed so Lando can be close enough to me. He keeps one of his hands in mine and I slowly run my thumb along his knuckles.

"Well, Mr. Norris!" A piercing voice calls, a young woman stepping into the room with a bit of an excited flourish, "You are all set! Jon's gonna look over your scans, specifically for those bruised ribs. We're thinking it'll be about three or four weeks of healing, and he's gonna make that like--workout plan and stuff with your personal doctor."

"Ah, thank you, Doctor." Lando smiles, watching as the doctor hands Jon some papers to look over. She smiles at me, a hint of recognition in her eyes.

"Olivia, right?" She asks and I nod, shaking her outstretched hand.

"I'm glad you made it here, Lando was waiting for you a bit impatiently." She kept her happy smile, rocking from foot to foot, "Kept asking us where you were, or when you'd get here. You've got a good man on your hands here, sweetheart."

"I know." My heart is bursting, "He's shown me that over and over."

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT ON SITUATIONS BETWEEN LANDO NORRIS AND OLIVIA PIASTRI THIS SEASON.

WRITTEN BY STEVE ATKINS (M), ON BEHALF OF ZAK BROWN (M), ANDREA STELLA (M), ALICE MCLOUGHLIN (ORBR), ASTRID MARINA (UNAFF.), ADA LUANNE (UNAFF.), CHRISTIAN HORNER (OBRB), AND HIMSELF.

On the 22nd of February this year, Lando Norris (MCLAREN F1 TEAM, DRIVER) and Olivia Piastri (ORACLE RED BULL, HEAD OF ANALYSIS) were pulled into the office of Christian Horner (ORACLE RED BULL, TEAM PRINCIPAL) in Bahrain. A deal was struck between both parties and their corresponding teams to create a fake dating scenario, capitalizing on the tensions between Oracle Red Bull Racing and the McLaren F1 Team to push ticket and merchandising sales. This fake relationship was planned to eventually leak in PR and Social Media Strategy, however, due to Norris' crash in Silverstone, the entire program has been canceled. The program was also discovered by F1 Stewards upon investigation after Olivia's reaction to the accident cemented rumors in the media of the two dating. Both the McLaren F1 Team and Oracle Red Bull are under investigation, and fines are yet to be announced.

Norris and Piastri chose not to be a part of this statement and can be expected to make their own statements in the coming weeks.

On July 9th of this year, Lando Norris was involved in an accident in the pitlane of Silverstone. Engineers have determined this was caused by an overheating of brake lines that didn't allow Norris to stop his vehicle along with worn tires. No fines have been placed at this moment.

Olivia Piastri will return to work with Red Bull remotely immediately and will be in-person by Zandvoort. Lando Norris will return to racing with McLaren by Zandvoort and will be replaced by reserve driver Bianca Bustamente for the time being. Neither Norris nor Piastri will be fined for involvement with the media stunt, or with the accident as of this moment.

20 JULY, LONDON ↴

There’s a sort of haze around me as I blink sleep from my eyes. A warm pressure on my left makes me look to the side. Lando’s face is squished against my chest, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips and rolling across my bare skin that pokes out from under my tank top. I take a moment to take it all in, how we’d gotten here, how we were, and I can’t help but roll to pull him closer to me and curl him inside my arms as I pepper a few kisses to his hairline.

How did I ever not like him? He's a fucking saint.

Lando, a heavy sleeper until I started sleeping in the same bed, noticed immediately and grabbed my waist with groggy whines about how tired he was. I coax him back to sleep, kissing his hairline and gently massaging his back until the snores return and I smile at Lando’s sleeping face.

“Awake yet?” Oscar calls from the door, and I wave. He laughs under his breath, waving me over, and it takes a bit of grace to detach myself from Lando. Once I do, I grab one of the spare throw blankets off the floor from where Lando had kicked it and slip over to where Oscar is standing by the door as I wrap it around me to keep out the morning chill.

“He’s exhausted. I think all the stress of the season is catching up on him.” I rub sleep from my face, and Oscar nods, handing me a piece of toast like a peace offering. I take it and tilt my head at him.

“They’re fining McLaren and Red Bull a lot for this stunt. It just came out.” Oscar hums, “said it’s a breach of contract and a risk for documents to be shared amongst the teams…”

My heart jumps to my throat, and I look at Lando’s sleeping form as he rolls into where my fading body heat is still in the blankets, “they want us to split?”

“Well. Lando’s contract ends with McLaren this year.” Oscar paused to take a sip of his coffee before leaning in to whisper, “and you didn’t hear it from me, but Christian has been looking at grabbing him for a few years now.”

“Is Checo moving?” I ask because I know Max wouldn’t leave Red Bull unless we forced him out by dragging him by his ankles.

“I dunno.” Oscar grins, stepping back and whacking my shoulder, “but you can date within your garage, so.”

With that, he walks away and I turn back to Lando as he starts to stir. I lean on the doorframe and watch as he blearily blinks his eyes open, hands searching for me in the covers until he lifts his head to see me off in the doorway.

“C’mere.” he croaks, and I smile, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my thighs.

I can’t imagine him in navy. But it might look good on him.

25TH JULY, LONDON ↴

“is Max positive?” Lando pokes his head into the kitchen doorway, looking at the island where I’m staring at my laptop. I look up and shrug, sending an email back to Christian about the fines and the media being on his ass for the whole stunt.

“Kylie said it’ll be here in five minutes,” I reply, refreshing my email as if that will make the minutes suddenly not matter and for the email to pop up. Apparently, Max had gotten sick right before the next race. While I was home with Lando to make sure he wasn’t being strenuous and to keep media off my back until everything died down, they had to do a COVID test on Max and isolate him just in case.

“It would suck if he's out for his home race this year." Lando wanders into the kitchen and pulls up a stool next to me as he sets his phone down on the counter. He’s been living in Oscar and my apartment for the past few days, just until next week when he goes back to McLaren's training center for a bit to do a lot of physical therapy before getting in the car next weekend for Zandvoort.

Oscar calls my phone, and I stand up, telling Lando to keep checking my email as I make my way over to the other side of the kitchen to grab my phone.

“Yes, bitch?” I say into the phone and Oscar laughs at my sharp tone.

“Just checking in on Lando for Zak,” Oscar says and I look behind me and my boyfriend—like, actual boyfriend now, and smile.

“He’s been fine, ribs are still a little sore. I had him doing cardio earlier and he was faring pretty well so I—I think Jon said he can go back to training a bit earlier. He’s still coming back in Zandvoort though.” I hum, “how’s Bia faring?”

“She’s having the time of her life. I gotta start bringing her around more. You guys really would be an unstoppable duo.” Oscar laughs, “But good, Jon is off today so I’ll let Zak know to reach out to him and ask.”

“Ollie!” Lando whines and I turn.

“Yess?” I draw out as I walk to his side.

“It's negative.”

“Oh, thank fucking god.” I breathe, “That makes everything a lot easier for me.”

Oscar is quiet on the line for a few moments before asking in a small voice, “What’s negative?”

“Max’s COVID test. He’s just got the flu.” I say without thinking much of my brother's hesitance before he lets out a soft laugh.

“I thought you took a pregnancy test or something, I was about to start judging the type of cardio you’ve been doing,” Oscar says and I shout,

“Dude!”

“I feel like that’s a reasonable thing to be worried about!”

“Oh my god, we’ve only been actually dating dating for like two weeks!” I groan and Lando sends me a confused look, so I pop Oscar onto speakerphone.

“It only takes like—five minutes to make a kid!”

“Hello?!” Lando shouts and I sink to the floor in a fit of laughter, trying to bite back the volume of my laughter before Lando shouts, "Do you think I fucked your sister?!"

"No! Stop! Stop talking Lando!" Oscar shouts over the phone and now I'm hysterical on the floor in tears as Lando tries to backtrack and Oscar keeps shouting for him to just-- "Shut the fuck up, Lando!"

"Both are you are going to kill me, I'm losing it." I wheeze from where I'm now lying on the floor, Lando laughing alongside me as Oscar groans.

"First the house, now this?" He says and Lando makes some noise in the back of his throat as I manage to calm myself down enough to stand.

"What about a house?" I wipe under my eyes, leaning my head on Lando's shoulder as his arm wraps around my shoulder and he kisses my head, his fingers poking at my side and making me squirm as I push him away with a laugh.

"Nothing, love." Lando sighs, "Remember when they gave me those painkillers that made me super loopy the first night, and Oscar was watching over me?"

I nod, remembering how halfway through my grocery trip he had to call me because Lando was so loopy he thought that I was gone forever. And he had literally cried tears of joy when I answered Oscar's phone call.

"Well, I kinda... oh my god this is so embarrassing." Lando sighs and Oscar tells him he now has to tell the story and Lando hides his face in my hair as he recounts, "I was looking at apartments in London for us."

"Stop, oh my god." I whine, turning to Lando so I can kiss his cheeks and his forehead, pulling him down when he tries to move back so I can't, "That's so cute."

"No, it's embarrassing." He grumbles and I laugh, pulling him closer and kissing along his jaw and then the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"I wouldn't mind that," I murmur to him and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, his hands find my waist and he presses a kiss to my lips.

"Ew, I don't like that I can hear him kiss you over the phone." Oscar groans, "I'm hanging up now, don't do anything too strenuous."

"Fuck you, Oscar!" I laugh as the call hangs up, Lando keeping his arms firmly around my waist. We sit in silence for a few moments before his hand ghosts up the side of my neck to take my jaw in his palm, thumb hooking on my chin to pull me down to look at him.

"Would you seriously not mind?" He asks softly and I grin, leaning over to pop a quick kiss on his lips.

"Getting to have you with me every day?" I bring our foreheads together, his curls against my own as his hands find my waist to hold, my hands resting on his shoulders as I grin and flutter my eyes closed, "That's paradise."

"I'll literally buy one right now, don't even test me." He groans, pulling me closer and I laugh.

"Let's get Zandvoort out of the way first, yeah?"

JULY 28TH, TWITTER ↴

AUGUST 27TH, THE NETHERLANDS ↴

Luckily for me, I made it into the paddocks long before any media people. Max welcomes me with a slap on the back as I welcome him to his home race, and then I'm greeted by the Ferrari drivers once again as Checo laughs at my bewildered expression.

"I'm gonna tell the Tifosi on you both." I huff, but let both Charles and Carlos wrap me in tight hugs of congratulations as we laugh. Once the two are carted off to go do their actual jobs, I get settled in my chair and glance down at my desk before laughing.

A vase of freshly cut flowers and a little cup of coffee sits there, waiting for me, and I turn to look at Max who just grins.

"He's determined." Is all Max says before slipping away as he's called over to get dressed. I laugh and send Lando a quick thank you message, before taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee and settling down to finally get back into gear.

"Welcome back," A voice chimes and I glance up to see Christian in the doorway. I offer him a small smile and a nod.

"Good to be here." Is all I say in reply.

Lando and Max seriously just want to kill each other in these cars. Max takes the win at his home race by some insignificantly small number, they had to literally watch multiple playbacks to see who crossed first, which means Lando is still in good running for World Champion. Luckily, somehow a mix of car issues and the pure energy from Oscar, Charles, Checo, and Carlos managed to keep Max in P2 for most races, leveling out the chances for Lando to recover his lost points.

As soon as most drivers have returned to their paddocks, I'm mid-packing up when I'm ushered off by Logan, who finished P6. He quite literally hoists me off my feet and carries me into the crowd for the podium. A few other drivers lag back, and I look over to Oscar, who'd finished P4 behind Charles.

"Where's Lando?!" Logan shouts over my head at Oscar, who points, and then leans over to me.

"Here's that kiss they promised you'd have to do," He shouts in my ear and I laugh as the two lift me so I can be partially over the barrier holding back the audience from the racers. I wave Lando down and he laughs, slipping away from a reporter as he finishes an interview. Biting off his glove as he walks over, he drops it into his helmet and then grabs my jaw with that now gloveless hand, pulling me into his lips for a quick peck. I don't let him leave though, grabbing his jaw and pulling him back in for a few more deeper kisses.

Oscar cheers and Logan laughs before Lando secures one arm around me to pull me over the barrier. Logan and Oscar immediately hop over after me.

There's warmth in my chest as Lando keeps his hand on my lower back, pulling me through the crowd of drivers and up to where Max and Charles stand. A giddy excitement thrums across my skin.

I could do this forever.

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Chapter 5 Grand Sleepover

Art done by @alianarepasa do not repost Summary: After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan. Sequel to Split into Threes

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SMG4 sighs as he waves the crew goodbye, they all agree to come by another day to help with the personalities. Once gone he turns to see Three talking with Artist, he watches as the personality glows with excitement over whatever his boyfriend was telling him. He takes out his sketchbook and runs to the others, with a nod Three walks up to four “We need to make rooms for them to stay at right now, after all you do have an empty second floor you're still working on.”

Four nods as he throws himself to his partner “This is going to be a long couple of days…at least the bright side of the day was the gloves and your delicious cherry coffee!” SMG3 gets tense as he gently lifts Fours head to look at him. Trying to remain calm and collected he asked the question he feared “Did you drink a full cup of cherry coffee?” he should have known this was the reason, why didn't it hit him sooner. Three only had a sip and his three personalities were a lot, SMG4 got six, thinking on it more he starts to remember what book told him which only got the guardian concerned for his boyfriend. Four gives him a bright smile “Of course you make great coffee!” Artist hums doodling the rooms when he notices Delinquent removing his gloves and glaring at them, slowly he approaches “D im collecting room ideas, busy?” The personality hides the gloves and turns before writing his thoughts down. He rips the page out and hands it to Artist, taking the paper and seeing his idea Artist smiles softly “Tonight lets have some fun, you in?” Delinquent gives Artist a look before noticing a smirk looking at him then at three. He lets out a low chuckle “Ah…well if the others want to then you know i'm all for it,” for once Delinquent was excited for something other then his plans.

With a nod, Artist keeps doodling the rooms and goes off to ask the rest. Delinquent watches as the group starts shaking the Artist to hurry and draw their room. His eyes then landed on his original and Three, he saw Three face go pale causing him to tilt his head “Wonder what those two are doing?” Three takes Four hands and walks to the bedroom, once the door is slammed he starts looking around the room. Four stares at his partner confused “Uh Three what are you looking for?” Three sighs standing up and giving him a sheepish smile “So the cherry coffee, you were never meant to drink it.” he sighs sitting on the bed. He touches the pins “Drinking the coffee i notice the cherry flavor, then next thing i know bam i have three versions of myself. So I put the coffee in the fridge to figure shit out later! How did you even get your hands on it?”

Four blinks and slowly points at the spade pin “I…did the others know? I went to the fridge and got the coffee. Spade said it was okay for me to take it, are you saying you drank random cherry coffee which started all this?!” Three rolled his eyes. Getting up from the bed he glares at his boyfriend “OH YEAH I JUST DECIDED OH LOOK FREE COFFEE MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING DRINK IT!” Anger was building up in four as he stomps up to three “THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE CHERRY IN THE COFFEE IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY CHERRY COFFEE IN YOUR PLACE!” Three stays silent, his eyes go wide “Your right!” he walks out of the room with Four chasing him “Where are you going?!” three stops at the door and turns to four “To check my coffee machine.” He pulls at the door and stares at it confused, he pushes the door, still the door did not want to open. The personalities turn and walk up to the door, Ringmaster chuckles “Door trouble?” Prince gently pushed Three away and attempted to open the door “The door..is stuck?”

Four walks up shaking the door, seeing the door didn't open he ran to a window and attempted to open it. He blinks realizing even the window wouldn't open “GUYS!? EVEN THE WINDOWS WON'T OPEN!” They all scattered trying to find an exit.After a while Delinquent sighs kicking the front door, to his surprise it swung open “Hey look at that i manage to fix the door,” everyone stops and turns looking at the door confused. Four look at Delinquent then the door “How the hell?” Three runs out of the castle to his cafe without a second thought, once inside he starts to investigate his machines. He opens the coffee machine and gasps seeing what's inside the machine, it was pink liquid, he knew it was risky but had to know. He reaches towards the liquid only to be stopped when he hears the cafe door open, he closes the machine and gives a small smile at Four. “Still looking, when I find out anything you will be the first one to know blue!”

Four nods as he looks back at the castle then at Three “Hey…what happened at the castle, that was weird huh?” Three nods “Yeah, it's almost like something didn't want us to see something.” Seeing Four’s eyes flicker to a different color made Three approach Four “Hey blue, i get the anxiety but we got this!” SMG4 grabs Three’s hand “You told me a gang were after your personalities…what if thats what happened back there?” Three pulls Four closer to him. Slowly he wraps his free arm around the man, he thinks over his boyfriend's words as he stares at the castle “I don't think so, these guys have no idea about you yet. Trust me if they knew about you guys they would be at our front door.” Something did rub Three the wrong way, how did the whole castle end up locked up like that. Even more strange, why did everything open the moment Delinquent opened the door?

Before he could think more on it an explosion was heard over at the castle, they exchanged a look before running over. Artist sighs at the mess of paint all over the second floor, Ringmaster smirks, proud of the paint explosion he made. Prince grab’s Artist holding the man back “YOU DUMBASS WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PAINT!” Ringmaster turns, giving him a smirk “Showing you what true art looks like.” Delinquent looks around at the mess “It looks more like Depresso came in here and vomited.”

Ringmaster glares at the orange man “What? No, I painted each corner that belongs to each of us!” Artist lets out a bitter chuckle “You moron, the colors are everywhere where do any of us go when you have green mixed with White!” SMG3 and Four run up stairs to see the mess of paint everywhere. The personalities noticing them all point towards Ringmaster, he lets out a gasp at how fast the others sold him out. Three sighs walking up to Artist “Let me have the room plans, the cherry hunt can wait for now.” He hands over the plans as Three puts on a hard hat, the others walk away to stand next to four. Seeing this SMG4 turns to Ringmaster “I dont get why you have to bother Artist so much,” Ringmaster scoffs at the comment “Artist thinks he is better than me, i was here first the good days of memewarts!” Four frowns and watches Artist angrily pick up his paint cans from the floor. At that moment he felt something toward the Artist, he walked over helping with cleaning up the paint “We will get you more paint, or maybe take a break from painting…i recently picked up digital art.” Artist eye glow as he leans closer to Four “I can try digital? Hehe my power grows,” Artist laughs to himself worrying Four.

Delinquent frowns watching the interaction, Producer seeing the frown takes Delinquent's hand. The man turns to look confused at the personality “He cares for us…i…he has to right?” Delinquent could only let out a hum as he turned his attention to SMG3. The man looks over the plans and claps his hands, a white light takes over making everyone cover their eyes. The moment the group looked again six rooms were built, they gaps as they walk up to their door. Artist giggles touching the name plate “Our Mcdreamy has some skills under his belt huh?” “Not impressed,” was all Delinquent said before going in the room and locking it, with a sigh they all thank Three and walk into their room. Three smiles and gentle pats Fours back “It is getting late, you should join them and rest. Hopefully that nightmare doesn't come back, if it does though i'm right next door.” Four nods and they both leave to rest. Artist peeks out the door watching the pair leave, the moment they are gone he begins his plan. Walking to his sewing machine, Artist starts looking over the room plans “Now, let's make some fun pajamas shall we. Wonder what everyone requested, hehe.”

Once done, Artist visits every room handing out a package, he changes into his own colorful pj’s. He walks down stairs waiting to see everyone, his smile grows seeing each personality come out in their pj’s. Delinquent chuckles “Why are you so basic? Plaid really?” Ringmaster waves his hand “I'm not here to impress, Pajamas are for sleeping plus you're wearing a band shirt you're not that original!” Parent comes out excited over his pj’s, as he skips over to the group the rest stared in horror over his Beeg onesie. They turn to Artist who only gives them an apologetic smile. Producer and Prince come out ready to show off their pj’s only to freeze seeing Parents onesie “I know it's just so cute right?” Prince pats Parents back “It's fantastic!” Delinquent makes a disgusted face as he keeps staring at the pj. That's when a light bulb lit up “Hey guys, in a way this is like one of those sleep overs the original always pictured. Why don't we make this night a fun one and prank SMG3,” he lets out a mischievous grin. Artist pulls Delinquent into a surprise hug “YES! LET'S DO IT!” all according to plan.

The group plans their prank while Producer plays with the sleeves of his shirt “Guys…I don't know about this. What if we make him hate us? OH GOD WHAT IF HE GROWS TO HATE US AFTER THIS!?” Delinquent walks up to Producer, everyone relaxes hoping the man would help Producer relax “I would honestly love that.” Parent runs up to the shock Producer “uh hey kiddo i have an idea, let's play the don't listen to D game!” Parent keep distracting Producer and the rest finish up their plans. Now that the plan is done, the group sneaks over to the cafe and notices Three was awake. Artist snaps his fingers “Damn he is awake, I’m paintfully aware of my limitations so i wont know how to distract him.” they all look down lost in thought on how to distract the man. Delinquent sighs as he walks ahead of the group only to be stopped by Producer “I…i will do it.” The group stare at Producer in shock, with a shaky breath he walks into the cafe.

Three stares at his coffee machine nervously, he wasn't sure what would happen if he attempted to taste it. Would it bring them back? Would he risk it and anger them by bringing them back out? He hears the door open making him look away, there he sees Producer nervously messing with his sleeves again “Cute pj’s im guessing artist helped?” the personality nods as he walks closer to Three. He watches the personality, confused, he reaches out “Hey are you okay?” Producer then suddenly hugs him. Three smiles softly hugging the personality back, he then blushes “okay the hug is going on too long can we stop, not because i'm really enjoying it or anything it’s just awkward!” Producer lets out a chuckle as he pulls away. The group watches waiting for their moment to sneak in, Delinquent on the other hand blushes seeing the hug that happens.

Producer shyly looks down “I uh…god please don't hate me for asking but…you're our boyfriend. You and the original kissed yeah? W-what is that like?” the group gasps at the question as their eyes move to Three to see what happens next. The heart pin glows as he gets closer to Producer “Are you asking to kiss me?” Producer’s face goes red as he starts to panic “AH THIS WAS SO STUPID I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FORGET WHAT I SAID!” Three reaches out to Producer and gently caresses his face, the touch relaxes the man as he looks up confused “Then kiss me you silly, you're a part of blue. I love everything about him and that includes you.” Delinquent bites his lip seeing the moment between them, his head started to hurt the more he watched. He takes a step back “uh guys we can sneak over here let's hurry!” The group nods slowly going through the door and sneak to the back to get into Three’s room.

Producer was lost in Three’s eyes, he didn't notice the others running inside the cafe and starting their mission. The group take out their camera, Artist lets out an evil giggle getting Parent ready “Okay now use Beeg face to cover yours hehe we are going to make Three’s room a Beeg paradise!” Delinquent chuckles alongside artist as they take the photo and start decorating the room with it. Ringmaster chuckles as he opens the elevator “Alright guys let's go! While I won't get in trouble because I'm the star of the show, I can't lose my groupies!” Artist smacks him aside “Right like you would have anything like that.” Producer was feeling himself lose steam from all the flirting Three was doing, that was until the elevator ding caught threes attention. In a panic Producer grabs Three pulling him close, the group slowly sneak by to escape the cafe. Producer lets out a shaky breath “Please don't hate me..” before Three could ask anything Producer leans forward gently kissing Three. As the group celebrates making it out, Delinquent stares at Producer and Three kissing. A memory hit him making his face go red as he looked away, he had to remind himself of his mission as he followed the group to the castle. Producer attempts to fun off in a panic, Three then grabs him gently pulling him back “Hey PD its okay! Remember what I said, you're a part of blue, no matter what i will love all of you guys!” Producer looks down nervously thinking over his words.

“Save him…please save D…he is fading away,” Producer closes his eyes, scared to see Three’s face. The heart pin stops glowing as Three gently lifts Producers face “What do you mean he is fading?” Producer lets out a shaky breath. He then looks into three’s eyes “You said you love all of us no matter what, save D no matter what please!” The Spade pin flickers as Three nods “I promise, when the morning gets here, i will talk to four and see why he would deny his jealous side.” Producer shakes his head “I can't say more but…D is more than just jealousy,” with a small smile he walks out of the cafe. SMG3 watches Producer leave “More…than jealousy, what else could he be?”

Producer catches up with the others as they celebrate their victory, the group get together in Artist room and watch movies. Producer looks at Delinquent giving the man a soft smile, Delinquent nods and lets out a sigh. Over time the group falls asleep except Delinquent, he gets up and steps outside the castle to get blinded by the sun “Morning already huh?” a sharp pain hits him causing him to fall to his knees. SMG3 walks out of his cafe, he lets out an annoyed sigh at the fact his room was covered in strange beeg photos. He was impressed that producer managed to distract him for the others to pull the prank off. Delinquent notice Three and attempts to get away, he curses when he just ends up falling to the floor. The pain was becoming too much for the personality, he groaned trying to find something to help him. His eyes start to flicker as the pain gets worse, he lets out a scream catching SMG3 attention “Delinquent!”

Three helps Delinquent up before checking on him “What happened? Are you okay?” the man's eye twitched before the pain stopped. He nods “I'm okay…” SMG3 lets out a sigh of relief, seeing how close they are he pushed Three away. That's when he realized he was alone with SMG3 “No one is around us…hehe hahaha!” Three looks at the man concerned, this wasn't how heart acted when he was fading “Hey uh everything alright?” Delinquent nods “I lost my hat, if you want to be a hero so badly want to help me find it?” he tilts his head giving chills to Three. With a nod they both walk away from the showgrounds, SMG3 didn't like the feeling he was getting from the personality in front of him. Delinquent was silent as they walked to an alleyway “I lost my hat in there,” everything about this screamed trap to Three. He nods as he pats Delinquent making the personality go first, he watches as Delinquent starts to look around. “I have something to ask, the way you fell down…are you fading away?” Delinquent pauses. Slowly he stood up laughing, the laugh was dark, devoid of joy. He turns smiling at Three “OH! So you're going around putting things together!”

Three frowns walking closer to him “Delinquent..i want to trust and help you i'm not the bad guy.” Delinquent’s face twisted “BUT I AM!” a tentacle came from the ground swinging at Three, acting fast he jumps out of the way and glares at Delinquent. “That wasn't meme energy…that looked like…Delinquent what happened to you?” Delinquent laughs as he charges at Three. In a panic Three dodge and shoved Delinquent, the personality hits the gate door to the alleyway. The door falls off the hinge hitting a fire hydrant soaking the man. SMG3 gasps at the sight, Delinquent slowly gets up laughing “DO YOU SEE WHAT HE MADE ME?!” The black paint was being washed off. After a few moments white hair was revealed, his orange pink eyes were now completely pink.

“Delinquent…” distracted by the man's appearance, Three didn't notice another tentacle behind him. It swings slamming three to the ground, knocking him out cold. Delinquent walks up SMG3 moving his hair out of his face “I need you, you're the only one that knows the power and I would love to meet the real you.” He lifts up Three and walks into the shadows disappearing.

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Lost Girl

Lost boys fanfic, will be multi-chapter fic.

Lost boys (Michael as well) x reader.

Watching them through your dream had you worried, most people have 1 or 2 soulmates. You believed 3 is the max amount recorded, yet here you are dreaming of 5 men, well if you can call guys in their 20's men.

Sitting up in bed, you peered over at your phone. It hadn't long stopped beeping its annoying tune, it's 7am and you had to hurry up and get ready for work. Rubbing your eyes you swing your legs over the side of the bed, you peer down at the 5 names written on your arm; Michael, David, Marko, Paul & Dwayne. Supposedly the order of names in when you will meet each of them.

You have yet to meet a single one of your soulmates, but you guessed that having only just had your birthday 2 weeks prior it wouldn't really give you much time to have met them anyway.

Walking out of your quaint little bedroom, you make your way over to the bathroom, stripping off you begin turning the knob on the shower toas hot as it can go, (which really is pitiful) the landlord still hasn't been and fixed it even though you had alerted him to the fact its been playing up since you had moved in when you'd turned 20. You guess you can't rush these things.

After you've gotten yourself ready, you set off to work, you've been working as a receptionist in a Library since you had turned 18. You had been to college and finished between the time of finishing high school and turning 21.

As you make your way through the busy town, you can't help but sigh seeing the various couples holding hands making their own ways to work. Every day you see it, heck you even see it with working in the library. You can't help but just wish that one day you'd meet your own soulmates.

The work day went quickly, answering phones, scanning books through which people came and dropped off, passing books onto those who placed them on the correct shelves.

There was a thunder storm wracking through the sky as you made your way home, you were not going to spend a fortune getting a taxi and get stuck in traffic just to go 7 streets over. just as your were rushing past a tree when an almighty bright light shot straight in front of you hitting the tree a massive crack was the last thing you heard and an almighty pain and didn't see again.

~*~*~*~*~

The first thing you heard was screams, and the second thing you noticed was the fact you were lying on a beach, you could feel the grains of sand underneath your fingers, peering down at yourself you were wearing the same clothes you had gone to work in, yet you were nowhere near home, the nearest beach was 200 miles away and you don't think you would have not noticed going in a car to get there. So where the hell were you.

Standing up brushing the sand off my clothes, I looked towards where I could make out some steps, I set off to see where the hell I had turned up.

As soon as I got to the steps I could see rides, people dressed like they were from the 80s and a lot of people running around. I stumbled forward heading towards a shop which I could see had a newspaper stand out front like I'd seen in American movies. I peer in and spot the year 1987, I stared in shock, I looked to the top corner, it said 'Santa Carla' I felt like I was going to throw up, I could feel myself getting light headed. I stumbled over to a bench and placed my head in my hands.

I had somehow ended up in America in the late 80s, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?

I peered around trying not to throw up, my brain was going a million miles a minute, how the hell had I gone back in time. The last thing I remembered was walking home in the thunder storm and seeing a bright light and then nothing.

I panic, feeling my chest, my arms trying to find burn marks, nothing appeared to be on me, 'I must have died' I couldn't help thinking. 'How else would I have ended up going back in time, to freaking America'. A sob escaped my lips, I couldn't believe this was really happening, I pinched myself sharply on the arm to double check I wasn't dreaming.

I stand up from the bench when I finally feel like my heart isn't going to beat out of my chest, I slowly walk down what appears to be some sort of boardwalk, I get towards the end and lean against some metal bars which over looked the sea. Wiping the tears from my face I start to worry about where I am going to sleep tonight, how I'm going to live.

A sharp pain slices through my arm, I look down at my arm, the name 'Michael' is practically glowing red'. Turning around I spot another person grabbing their arm in pain, his eyes meet my own, his head turns to look me in the eyes as he steps towards me, "Hi, I'm Michael," he says as he takes a tentative step towards me. You can tell he's nervous, hell; I'm nervous. I've just gone back in time, and now I'm meeting on of my soulmates?!

"Uhm, nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" I say stumbling over my words, I look him up and down, he's pretty; wild dark hair, dark eyes. He's beautiful. I can't help but feel plain while stood next to him.

He steps towards me, his hand caresses my arm, in the spot where my soulmate mark is, he looks towards my arm and spots the names written on there. A frown marred his features, he slowly takes in the names; his frown turns into a scowl. It makes his face seem to take a different look, his eyes seeming to yellow out of nowhere, which surely must be the light?

His fingers grasp my wrist bringing it closer to his face, he looks up at me, "I think you should come with me, y/n." he says as he looks around at his surroundings like he's expecting someone to jump out at any moment.

Chapter 2

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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instead of you [part four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), menstruation

word count: 3.9k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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The rest of the boys were already in the kitchen making their own food and doing dishes when you and Jisung came in.

“Look who’s finally awake!” Felix exclaimed and clapped his twin brother on the back.

“It’s almost noon,” the tall one, Hyunjin, pointed out then smirked. “Long night?”

Jisung gave him a look. “Jet lag, you idiot.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Give me a break, Jinnie, we’ve barely been here twelve hours.”

He held up his hands in surrender and leaned back against the counter. “Fine, I’ll save the harassment and embarrassing stories for when you hit the twenty-four mark.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“You don’t have to wait on the embarrassing stories,” you piped up, “I’m all ears.”

Hyunjin traded looks with Jisung then glanced back to you and cracked a smile. “We can talk later.”

“I’m holding you to that because I have stories of my own to trade with you.”

Jisung looked at you with incredulous eyes. “My own girlfriend.”

“Sorry, babe, but your friends have valuable information and it wouldn’t be fair to offer them nothing in return for it.”

You touched his hand softly only for him to yank it away in mock betrayal as he slid past you over to the fridge.

“Do we have eggs?” he asked as he surveyed the contents inside.

“Minho just used the last two in his scramble,” the other roommate, Changbin, you assumed by process of elimination, said.

“Bro, c’mon,” Jisung sighed and slammed the door shut.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d want them,” Minho apologized.

“It’s okay,” you assured Jisung. “We can have cereal or something.”

“No, I’ll run to the store to get more,” Minho offered.

“I can go with you,” you added, earning a raised eyebrow or two from the rest of the boys. “There’s something I need to pick up.”

“Okay,” he agreed and turned to the rest of the group “Anyone else want to come?” There was silence. “Alright, then it’s just the two of us.”

“Is that okay?” Jisung asked lowly, pulling you to the side.

“Yeah, we don’t need to be together every second,” you reasoned.

“Are you sure? I can go with you guys!”

“No, no, catch up with your friends. We’ll be back in a few.”

“Okay, love you,” he said and kissed you chastely on the lips.

It wasn’t the first time you and Jisung had kissed. You weren’t one to turn down a dare, which your friends knew and used against you, but there weren’t always stakes involved. On drunken nights neither of you cared to remember, in those early hours of the morning that followed parties or nights out… when it was just the two of you in one of your dorms rooms basking in the warm glow of alcohol, when everything still sounded muffled and your voices were shot from shouting for hours…

This felt different though. There wasn’t the same tenderness or hazy intimacy like there had been those other times. This felt forced, like he had something to prove. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the others.

You wrapped your arm around Jisung’s neck and turned to Minho. “You ready?”

“Are you, uh, going…. like that?”

You looked down at yourself in confusion, realizing you were still wearing what you had worn to bed. To be more precise, you were still wearing the boxers that everyone probably thought were Jisung’s. Had you not learned your lesson after last night?

“I mean, it’s cool if you are,” Minho continued. “It’s just the grocery store. I wasn’t trying to be- I was just wondering.”

“I forgot I was wearing pajamas,” you admitted. “I’ll go throw something on really quick.”

“You wanna drive?” Minho asked as you walked out to the car together, waving the keys in his hand.

“I… think that’s illegal.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.”

You slid into the passenger seat while Minho started the engine and turned on some music.

“Any requests?”

You shook your head. “I’m good with whatever.”

You watched as Minho scrolled through his phone, picked a playlist, and put it on shuffle. A melody with low drums and heavy guitar started playing through the speakers. You didn’t recognize the song, but you liked it. It sounded like something you’d hear in an alt bar, or a grungy coffee shop.

“Are you all packed for tomorrow?” Minho asked suddenly, turning down the volume.

“Yeah, I never really unpacked so…”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I hope I have everything,” you added, trying not to let the conversation die. “It seems like every country has a different kind of outlet. It’s kind of hard to keep track of which adapters you need.”

“It fucking sucks,” he agreed.

“You travel a lot?”

“You have no idea.”

“Is it for work, or for fun?”

“Depends,” he answered with a shrug, “but mostly for work.”

You didn’t want to pry anymore than you already had or make it seem like you were interviewing him so you changed the subject.

“Was your scramble good?” you asked.

“The one I made this morning?” Minho asked, looking at you as if it were the last thing he expected to hear.

You nodded. “Yeah, was it worth it? Breaking Jisung’s heart like that?”

He burst out laughing at that, making you smile too.

“It was totally worth it. Best egg scramble I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad.”

Minho was still grinning to himself when he pulled into the parking lot a few blocks later. He picked a spot in the corner and backed into it. Show off. Maybe you couldn’t back into parking spots, but at least you didn’t make turns at forty miles an hour.

“Fuck, did you have to park a mile away?” you groaned as you made the trek up to the grocery store’s entrance, struggling to keep up with him.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

He slowed down to let you catch up and threw the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before shoving his hands in his pockets.

The store wasn’t too crowded, at least by American grocery store standards. It looked like the regular weekend rush. Everyone was using their precious time off to check things off of their to-do list, living the corporate dream.

Minho led you through the bakery to the dairy section in the back.

“How many eggs do you reckon we need?” he asked as he looked at all the different options.

“However many it takes to make an omelet.”

“Do you know how many that is?”

“Nope.”

“Lovely.”

“I don’t usually cook,” you said defensively. “Even my instant ramen is just ‘meh’.”

“It’s a good thing you’re dating Jisung then,” he muttered under his breath. “Otherwise I’m afraid you’d die of starvation.”

“Hey, it doesn’t need to taste good. If anything, I’m resourceful. All I need to survive is tap water and a microwave.”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been microwaving your instant ramen,” Minho groaned, eyes widening when you didn’t deny it. “Have you been?”

“It’s probably better if I don’t answer that.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeahhh, that’s what your brother said.”

“Should we text him about the eggs? Since we’re obviously both clueless.”

“No, we can figure it out,” you insisted, “I can be domestic.”

Minho raised his eyebrows and stared at the ground. “I don’t know how long you guys have been together, but I’m sure he knows that’s a lie. I literally met you yesterday and even I know that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, maybe I’m not the best cook, but I’m the best roller in our friend group. Better than Jisung.”

“Wait, Jisung smokes?”

God damn it.

“Uh, no.”

“Damn, before college he’d never even tried it.” He grinned proudly. “You’ve really loosened him up, haven’t you?”

You opened your mouth to answer and shut it again. You’d already said too much. “I wouldn’t say that it was all me…” you trailed off and glanced back at the display in front of you. “Anyway, about the eggs-”

“Oh shit, right.”

You’d been standing there for a solid five or six minutes and were no closer to deciding on how many eggs to get.

“We don’t want to get too many because we’re leaving tomorrow… unless Hyunjin and Changbin would want the rest?”

Minho seemed to think about it for a second before grabbing a carton of half a dozen off the shelf.

“They don’t eat a lot of eggs,” he explained, “but better safe than sorry. I don’t even want to know what Jisung would do to me if we came back with less than enough.”

You laughed and brushed him off. “Psh, he talks a lot of shit, but he’s a softie at heart.”

“Maybe to you.” Minho gently placed the eggs in the basket you were carrying and then put his hands in his pockets again. “What did you need to pick up?”

You had forgotten the entire reason you tagged along on the errand until he mentioned it.

“Fuck, thank you for reminding me. I needed to get some pads.”

“Oh, okay. I don’t know where they keep those, but I’d guess they’re on the same aisle as pharmaceuticals and like soap and stuff?”

The tone in his voice had changed a bit. Not in a way that was disgusted or embarrassed, but in a concerned, almost panicked, way. Like he was afraid you were about to bleed out and die in the middle of the aisle but was trying to play it cool. You thought it was endearing if not a little amusing.

“Seems like our best bet,” you agreed.

“Do you want medicine or anything else?” he asked once you’d found the right aisle and picked a pack of pads from a brand you recognized.

“I have some back at the house, but thanks for thinking of that.”

“Yeah, I know it’s really painful for some of my co-st, uh, co-workers and I just didn’t want you to be hurting…” he trailed off awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled softly and followed him up to the check-out where you put the items on the little conveyor belt thing and grabbed a divider to put in between them.

“Hey, put that back,” Minho said and leaned over your shoulder to slide the divider back onto the side.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you protested as the cashier rung up both things.

Minho didn’t even glance back at you before handing the woman his credit card. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.”

“This is saving time instead of having two separate transactions,” he insisted.

“I’ll pay you back in the car then.”

“No you won’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because these are like five pounds, y/n, it’s not a big deal.”

You sighed stubbornly. “Fine. But I’ll get you back. Eventually.”

Minho shook his head and gave you a smug look. “I’m sure you will.”

You thought Jisung had been joking when he told you that you could pick one of the places to go for his family trip, and you definitely didn’t think he had been serious when he said you could pick literally anywhere. But that was the rule, apparently. Everyone going on the trip got to pick one of the places that you’d visit, including girlfriends who happened to be tagging along.

It was a good idea in theory, but in reality, it meant scrambling around international airports with no sense of direction. Jisung’s mom had the first pick, which meant the entire Han family plus you were huddled around an airport ticketing counter trying to arrange your travel to Paris.

“Is it going to be an overnight flight?” you asked Jisung.

“Yes, baby. The flight is fourteen hours long.”

“Okay, well, I wasn’t thinking about that.”

He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You were trying to get used to hearing your best friend saying things like that, but they still sounded foreign coming from him. To be fair, you had only been fake dating for a couple of days now, but you were supposed to be convincing everyone around you that you had been in love for months. You had thought it would be so easy because you already did love Jisung, just not like they thought you did.

Jisung looked down at you when he felt you stiffen underneath his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Seeing as there were only three seats to a row, one of the four of you would have to sit with their parents while the rest of you played Bullshit with the deck of cards Minho had packed in his backpack. Felix made the sacrifice and opted out of sitting with you and his brothers so that he could get some work done free of distraction.

“He’s only saying that,” Jisung said in a whisper loud enough for his twin to overhear. “He just wants to get out of playing with us because he’s a terrible liar and he knows he’d lose.”

“I’m not playing because I’m a gentleman,” Felix clarified. Jisung raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t want to sweep the floor with you in front of your girlfriend.”

“How noble.”

You stashed your backpack next to Jisung’s in the overhead compartment and took your seat next to him. Minho was sat in the window seat, smushed against the wall with his hood up and head down. It seemed like he did that every time he was in public. It was like he tried to become invisible.

Jisung occupied the middle seat in between you and Minho. He talked to his older brother about plans for the trip as he absentmindedly played with your fingers that were intertwined with his.

“Do you guys have any plans for the free day in Paris?” Minho asked. “I assume you’ll be spending it as far away from our family as possible?”

Jisung shook his head. “No, we don’t know what we’re gonna do yet. We haven’t had much time to plan with finals and all.”

“You should take y/n to that bookstore by the Seine- Shakespeare and Company, she likes to read right?”

“Yeah,” Jisung answered for you, unable to hide his surprise. “How did you know that?”

Minho looked over at you and grinned. “I could tell.”

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” you accused, leaning past Jisung to glare at his brother.

“Nothing,” he said and held his hands up innocently, “I can just tell you’re well-read, is that such a bad thing?”

“No, there was a negative implication there, you were calling me a nerd, weren’t you?”

Minho glanced over at his brother for help, but Jisung just shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of really good bars over there too… that you might also like.”

“Nice save.”

“Awful save,” Jisung chimed in. “For what it’s worth, baby, I love that you’re a nerd.”

You yanked your hand out of Jisung’s and grit your teeth. “I see charm runs in the family.”

“Awful save,” Minho mocked.

“I actually don’t need your help right now, Min,” Jisung snapped.

“Oh come on, I’m a great wingman,” he insisted. “Remember when-”

“Let’s not bring up past dating stories in front of my girlfriend, yeah?”

“Wait, but I’m interested now,” you interjected, ignoring the look from your fake boyfriend. “Hyunjin promised me embarrassing stories and he didn’t get to tell me any. Let me at least have this.”

Minho traded a look with his brother before locking eyes with you and smirking. The plane started to move as he started to tell the story, and all three of you pitched forward from the sudden motion. You braced yourself against the seat in front of you with one hand and grabbed Jisung’s wrist with the other. He shifted so that you could hold his hand properly, fingers slipping between yours easily.

“Sorry,” you whispered in embarrassment.

“Don’t be. I used to be the same way on planes.”

“And how old were you then?”

“Um, six.”

“And here I am as a twenty-something year old-”

“Nope, none of that,” Jisung cut you off before you could finish the self-deprecating thought. He had a habit of doing that. Sometimes you found it endearing, other times it got on your nerves. You let it slide this time.

You smiled at him gratefully and relaxed into his shoulder. His hair tickled your face as his shoulders rose and fell in time with his breathing. His hair was long enough for you to twirl around your fingers if you wanted to. He hadn’t let it grow out this long in a while, and it reminded you of your sophomore year of college.

Back a couple of heartbreaks ago when your hair was short and his was long, when you both felt like you had finally gotten the hang of the whole college thing… you’d spent that Fall Semester laying on blankets on the green outside of the Dance Hall together, drinking spiked cider out of reusable water bottles as you spent what little pocket change you had betting on who could get more dancers’ numbers before the sun set.

It had been a simpler time then, but that’s how it always goes. The stakes creep higher and higher without giving so much as a warning and suddenly you’re clocking in on a Monday morning at your corporate 9-5 gig, your diploma and your ambition sitting in a box somewhere in your apartment collecting dust.

“Fuck that’s depressing,” you mumbled to yourself and let the hand that had been in Jisung’s fall to your side.

“What’s depressing?” Minho whispered, leaning across his brother to talk to you.

You lifted your head from your best friend’s shoulder and looked up to see him slumped to the side with his eyes shut as he breathed softly. You hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep.

“What’s depressing?” Minho repeated, nudging your knee with the back of his hand impatiently.

“Growing up,” you replied with a sigh.

“Ah, yeah. Shit sucks,” Minho agreed.

“Yeah I was just… bumming myself out over here. Feel free to join.”

“Would one of those stories you were promised help?”

You perked up at his offer. “Are you fucking serious? Are you actually going to tell me one? Don’t tease me, Minho.”

“I would never,” he scoffed, the grin on his face telling you otherwise.

He glanced back at his brother as if to make sure he was still asleep before turning back to you.

“Right, so a few summers ago when Ji was home from college, we were out at a pub near our place. And for whatever reason Jisung had ordered himself a couple shots of tequila-”

“Oh my god. I already know where this is going.”

“You do?”

You rolled your eyes. “Tequila always makes Jisung horny-” you explained, freezing when you remembered that you were talking to his older brother. You stared down at the floor, trying to recover. “It always makes Jisung make irresponsible decisions.”

Minho blinked at you and pursed his lips. You so badly wanted to tell him that you only said that because every time Jisung drank tequila he hooked up with somebody, not because you were the person he hooked up with. But you couldn’t. You had to let him believe whatever the fuck he had thought you meant because you could never seem to shut the fuck up.

“It sure does…” he trailed off, eyebrows knit together in a mix of amusement and discomfort.

“Anyway, you were saying?”

Minho cleared his throat awkwardly. “So Jisung had downed a couple of shots of tequila, and I suppose he was feeling lucky, so he tried chatting up this girl-”

“Tried?”

“Yes, emphasis on tried. She had a friend, so he asked me to come over with him as well. And being the good big brother I am, I agreed.”

You narrowed your eyes. “The friend was hot, wasn’t she?”

“Fuck yeah, she was hot,” he admitted shamelessly. “But we go over there, and right away they’re not impressed. You know when some drunk assholes try and flirt with you at a bar and you’re just trying to have fun with your friends?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well, we were totally those assholes. And to make it worse, we lied and told them we were students at the university across the street.”

“So they told you to fuck off?”

“No, when we told them we were students they were suddenly interested and wanted us to take them on a campus tour.” Minho sighed and shook his head at the memory. “So we did.”

“No you didn’t.”

“We did. I mean, we tried to. It started with pointing to random buildings and reading the names off of the signposts in front of them, and it ended with being escorted off of the premises by campus police.”

“What?” You blinked in disbelief. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Minho insisted.

“You don’t get kicked off a college campus for doing nothing!”

“Alright, we might have tried breaking into the science building to get to the rooftop greenhouse.”

“I fucking knew it.”

“A friend of mine who actually goes to that uni told me about it! He said he always takes girls up there because the doors are always unlocked and it’s a cool place for a date, but the doors were not unlocked that night.”

“Did you set off an alarm or something? How did security catch you?” you asked.

“They were walking by,” he said with a sheepish grin. “We were pretty wasted at the time so we didn’t hear them come up behind us.”

“Typical.”

“At least neither of the girls got in trouble. And Jisung and I were let off with a warning once we were escorted off the grounds.”

“I can’t believe Jisung’s never told me that story.”

“Probably didn’t want to ruin your romanticized image of him,” Minho suggested.

“We were friends way before we started dating, I know way too much about Jisung to have had a romanticized version of him in my head.”

“And you still chose to date him?”

You laughed. “Love is weird, isn’t it?”

Minho cocked his head to the side. “You love him?”

You hesitated.

“I- sorry if that’s too personal,” he added quickly and sat back up, increasing the distance between the two of you.

“I do love him.”

The answer was simple, because you did love Jisung. He was your favorite person, He knew everything about you. You always swore that you’d find each other in whatever lifetime came next. But you didn’t love him like you were supposed to.

“I’m glad,” Minho said. “He deserves it.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to go all Protective Big Brother on me,” you assured him. “I promise I won’t break his heart.” Because there’s no way I can.

He gave a tight smile. “Whatever you say.”

Next to you, Jisung began to stir. He opened his eyes and stretched, using it as an excuse to wrap an arm around you like they did in the movies.

“Smooth,” you said as you rolled your eyes, leaning into him anyway.

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked through a yawn.

“You.”

“All good things, I hope?”

You suppressed a smile and glanced over at Minho who was shaking his head at you with wide eyes.

“Minho told me the greenhouse story,” you blurted, sending an apologetic look in his direction.

Jisung whipped his head towards his brother and punched him gently in the shoulder. “Minho!”

“That was supposed to stay between us,” Minho groaned as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Dick,” Jisung muttered.

“Hey, we’ve all been kicked off of college campuses by security before,” you reasoned.

“We have?” Jisung asked doubtfully.

“No, but I’m adding it to my bucket list.”

“Look what you’ve done,” Jisung said to Minho. “You’re a bad influence.”

“So I’ve been told.”

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enchxanting · 1 year

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 2

read part 1 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: light angst, mention of drugs/alcohol

a/n: hey, thanks for all the love on the last part! i promise I'm not churning these out like crazy lol, i wrote the first chapter way before posting it here. not a lot of ethan in this one because we have to flesh out the lore, but i make up for it with some tara/sam angst! yippee!

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“I can’t believe it. I actually can’t believe it.” Chad’s eyes are wide with amazement. “Y/N, at a loss for words? Because of a guy?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, it happened!” Tara said.

I was beginning to get tired of this back and forth.

Friday nights were usually fun, the whole gang gathered in Tara’s room, getting ready for the night’s festivities (in this case, a house party at the Woodsboro Community College), but today, my friends seemed more interested in rehashing today’s lunchtime events.

“Do you know what his name was?” Anika asks.

“Oh god, please don’t egg them on,” I groan. “No, I didn’t catch it.”

“Hey, he didn’t throw it, either,” Tara teases. “He was probably just as nervous. The dude could barely even make eye contact with her.”

Chad sits up on Tara’s bed. “What did you say he looked like?”

“Uh, tall, really tall. Curly brown hair? He was new, I’d never seen him before. And neither had Tara, so don’t chalk it up to my being a newcomer.”

“Wait. Oh my god.” Mindy suddenly chimes in. “I know who he is. His name is Ethan Landry, he’s in my American History.”

I can’t lie; I’m excited by this. “Really? Why haven’t we seen him before?”

“Because he just moved here.” She grins. “Hey, I thought you’d given up on high school boys, anyway.”

I tinge pink. “Never say never, I guess?”

Chad and Tara whoop. Anika rolls her eyes at them. “Do you think he’ll be there tonight?”

I scoff. “I doubt it. We already have to lie about being college students to get in, anyway.”

Tara’s eyes glimmer. “Hey, you never know. That means you have to get extra dressed up for tonight, just in case he’s there.”

I am not prepared for one of Tara’s evil-genius machinations, especially not a makeover. But I entertain the fantasy for a second too long, and she takes my silence as agreement.

That’s how I find myself in one of Tara’s old dresses, a strappy black thing that hangs too low on my chest for my liking. After fighting over it for a long while, she eventually agrees to add a long-sleeved top underneath, if only to stop my whining.

Yet even though my getting-ready process was the most involved, I’m still the first one downstairs, which is typical. I’m debating whether or not to run for the hills and go home when Sam comes through the front door.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Is Tara upstairs?” She sets down a few bags of groceries and turns to lock the four deadbolts freshly nailed to the door.

“Hey, Sam. Yeah, she is. I think everyone will be down soon.”

There’s an uncomfortable energy between us. Sam has never liked me much. Not because of my character or anything, as Tara has reassured me, but she’s overly wary of outsiders ever since last year’s attack. I try not to blame her, but I can’t help but feel a little hurt when she keeps her distance, giving me a once-over instead of asking about my day.

The tension is broken when I hear the rest of the gang come down the stairs. Sam smiles when she sees Tara, but it fades when she notices that we’re all dressed up. “Hey, Tar, where are you guys going tonight?”

Tara shifts her weight from foot to foot. “My friend at Woodsboro Community College offered us an in, so… we’re taking advantage of our youth?”

Sam’s face darkens. “No. No way, Tar. You remember the last time someone had a party around here? We nearly died.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” Tara groans. “You were out of my life for five years now you can’t let me be alone for five minutes..”

I look at Chad, uncomfortable. He slightly shakes his head at me– better not to interfere.. Still, I feel like I have to say something. “Hey, Tara, maybe she’s right, we could just–”

Tara whips around to glare at me. “You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N. Butt the fuck out.” Her words sting, but I step back and sit on the couch.

“I’m not interested in living in the fucking past, Sam,” she continues. “I’m not gonna let what happened to me for three days define me for the rest of my life.”

Sam is quiet. I expect her to snap, to yell at all of us, but she just stares at Tara for a few seconds.

Finally, she picks up her bag again. “Alright. Fine. Go to the party, bring your taser, or not, I don’t care. I won’t be here when you get back.”

Tara’s eyes widen. “Wait, Sam. Wait. I’m sorry, I–”

“No, it’s really fine.” She glances around the room, where the rest of us are trying to blend into the shadows. “I hope you guys have fun. If some psycho killer tries to get you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, she marches upstairs, and I hear her bedroom door slam and lock.

No one knows what to say. Tara turns her back, and I see her wiping away angry tears. Without looking at us, she opens the front door. “Okay! Who’s ready?”

“Tara, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Anika says. “We can stay back if you want, I mean–”

“Nope! What I want is to get so shit-faced I don’t remember this conversation. Let’s go.”

My stomach still feels hollow, but I silently follow Tara out of the door. Anika and Mindy follow close behind.

Chad takes a second before making up his mind. He grabs his keys. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go, then.”

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theladybarnes · 8 months

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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER TWELVE

"As a wise man once said; we’ve got shared trauma. So what’s a little more, right?”

▸ summary: things come to a wild end ▸ characters: the party ft. the teens ▸ word count: 8.5k ▸ warnings: angst, fluff, ▸ series masterlist

The drive back to the mall was probably the fastest you’ve gone tonight.

But there was no time to waste to spend thoughts on the speed you guys had driven since the group had to immediately prepare for the attack. Just as Jonathan had pressed down on the brake, the group was able to peer out the window in time to see as the flayer had managed to enter back inside the mall.

While the three of you staggered out of the back of the truck, Will and Lucas pulled out a cardboard box from the backseat. You had only just adjusted back to standing up straight when Will pushed the box into your arms.

You stared down at the items inside with wide eyes as the boy quickly divided up everything to fit into different cases. “We’re gonna have to split up.” you said handing over the remaining boxes to the others. “Byers and Sinclair, the two lovebirds, and Gilligan and Ginger with me.”

“I can’t wait for the day you run out of sailor jokes.” Steve sighed as you passed him the box.

“I see myself as The Skipper more than Ginger..” Robin hummed as she fiddled with the lighter.

“Uh guys do remember seeing the Mind Flayer go in the mall, right?” Lucas chimed in, giving the three of you a look.

“He’s right. We don’t have much time or fireworks so we’re gonna have to make every spark count.” Jonathan said sternly before he glanced over at you. “Everyone try and stay safe.” With that he quickly turned around and led the others towards the mall.

The three groups split off once the balcony came into view. The sight of the looming creature was enough to nearly cause you to stumble as you set up your attack point with Steve and Robin. All around the lights of the stores in the mall began to blink. The flayer was making the entire place go on the fritz as it peered down at something below it.

Bending down, you try to look underneath its legs. Far towards the front entrance of Scoops was El, looking up in fear at the creature. “It’s El!” you gasped, turning towards the other two. “Light em up!”

The others seemed to come to that conclusion on their own as they readied their aim. The spark to start the attack was the moment Lucas threw the first hit.

“Flay this, you ugly piece of shit!” you heard him yell.

All together on cue, the rest of you began to take your shots. Each group went after the other in a blitz attack that had the monster roaring in every direction. The three of you were perfectly working in tandem, with the other readying their shot right after the other.

“Hey, asshole! Over here!” Steve grunted, throwing his firework perfectly into the mouth of the flayer. After the other groups went Robin went next, hitting the monster right at the side of its face. And at your turn, you managed to get it square in the face.

Steve threw his next one, leaning over the balcony to watch it hit over his head. Another direct hit.

“That’s for my girlfriend’s car, you bastard!”

The two of you stopped instantaneously. Looking over each other in shock at the sudden choice of words. While Steve looked absolutely nervous, worried that he might have said the wrong thing, you couldn’t help but feel yourself become excited inside. Shock turning slowly into a wide grin.

“Guys?!” Robin called out, passing you another firework and bringing you back to reality. “Big monster, remember?”

“Right!” you laughed, taking the firework from her. “You heard my boyfriend, asshole!”

Steve remembered to step back in, throwing his perfect shots with a mirroring grin on his face.

The bombarding attack only worked for so long. The amount of throws given to the beast began to dwindle and to your dismay, you watched as Robin took the last firework. “Steve, we’re all out!” you cried.

He rushed over towards the walkie, pressing on the talk as he watched over to Robin’s throw. “Dustin!” he yelled into the receiver. “We’re out of time!”

There isn’t any response. The three could only stand there and watch as the others slowly started to cease their fire. Leaving the main floor of the mall in a fog. From the balcony, you could see past the fires towards the front of Scoops. El was pinned beneath Billy, but she didn’t look up to him in fear anymore. It actually looked like she had been touching the side of his face.

“What the hell is going on?” you muttered as your fingers gripped tightly onto the ledge. Steve came up from behind, hand brushing up your back as he followed your gaze.

“I don’t understand. Why haven’t they shut the damn gate down?!” he gritted, watching as the flayer began to straighten up.

Down below stood the large beast. Peering down menacingly at Billy and El. Fire surrounded its large mass, making it look like a monster straight out of hell. Your eyes followed down to its gaze, noting its interest in El.

Just then, the monster opened its mouth, ready to shoot out a limb towards the girl when Billy stepped up and held his hands out. Stopping the attack.

“No!” Cried out Billy.

It all happened so fast.

Before any of you could even try and think of a plan to stop the creature, it suddenly shot out the rest of its limbs. Latching and biting all over Billy’s body. Patches of dark ooze formed over the white in Billy’s shirt. It was attacking its own pawn.

The creature roared down at Billy. Dragging his body up towards his mouth as if he were about to gobble him up whole.

For a moment it seemed that whatever rage was filled within the boy could power against whatever the flayer had. Like at any moment he would break off from the grasp and fight back. The yells could be heard even up at the balcony with how strong they were.

But any thought of his survival from the attacks were cut short the moment the flayer’s opened up his mouth again to shoot out its final blow. Direct to the middle of Billy’s chest.

That’s when you heard Max’s scream.

Just as sudden as its attack on Billy, the flayer began to cry out in pain. Flailing its large arms around as it thrashed against the main floor of the mall. You staggered back, feeling silent shock run through your body as you watched the chaos below. It was only a moment later that it finally stopped its movements, falling down to the ground as the connection to the gate had finally been closed off.

Max slowly approached Billy on the floor, reaching down to shake the boy awake. But no matter how hard she cried out to him, or how hard she shook him up, there was no getting him awake.

You turned your body away from the sight, burying your face into Steve’s chest to cover up the world around you. This was the man of your nightmares and you fell out of whatever sort of feelings you had with him long ago. Wishing him all sorts of terrible things for the pain and hurt he inflicted onto others. But something deep down still knew him from home. From a time when you weren’t a part of the horrors of the upside down and living in a blissfully unaware world of partying and school.

But just like that former life, Billy Hargrove was cold and dead.

JULY 5TH (2:00AM)

It was hours later and you found yourself unable to sleep. After dealing with the mess of clearance from the Hawkins Lab security, and checked up by one of their doctors. The members of the party were pretty much sent home without further discussion.

There were apparently casualties from both sides of the battle of StarCourt. Some you were aware of like the Russians and your former boyfriend. But one you were shocked to hear was Jim Hopper. Meaning that El was once again left without a family.

How could one win feel like such a heavy failure?

It filled your chest with an aching pain that caused you to toss and turn for so long now. There was only one person that you wanted to see to fix that. And despite the fact that you saw him enter inside the safety of his home, you still needed to check him out on your own.

To know once and for all the exact amount of damage he had suffered since you were forced to listen to his interrogations.

Which is why you were finding yourself sneaking out through your front door. Dressed only in pajamas that covered up your bruised and tired body. The ride to Steve’s without a car was a lot longer than you’d have preferred, but thanks to the flayer, you’d be back to biking around a lot now.

Honestly, being out this late should have freaked you out, especially being alone. But your mind couldn’t focus on that. All you knew was that you needed to make sure Steve was okay. That no one would be sneaking into his room and taking him back underneath the town to torture him for answers. That no mind flayer would take over his mind. That nothing would be piercing his chest and kill–

“Baby?”

You blinked hard. Noticing that you were no longer riding your bike through Loch Nora but actually at your destination. Your hand was raised up to Steve’s double doors and you were shaking. Either from the cold or from the running thoughts that kept plaguing your mind.

Steve, who was still standing in the doorway, looked over at you with concern evident on his face. Your eyes scanned over his body, noting that he wasn’t dressed for bed like you were. He was actually in jeans. Like he was getting ready to leave. “Baby?” he said again softly, reaching out to place his hands on your shoulders. The heat from his palms seeped through your shirt, snapping you back into focus.

“I-I needed to see you. I needed to know you were safe.” you stuttered, letting him pull you into the house. “Why are you wearing jeans? Why aren’t you resting?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Was going to see you, actually..” he said with a small smile. “Should’ve known my girl would be on the same page as me.”

You turned and made sure he locked up the doors to his house before pushing yourself into his arms. The warmth of his chest seeped through your shirt and you inhaled the scent of the cotton that always stuck onto his clothes. It was so weird how just this time last year you were so mad at Steve. Wanting nothing to do with him. But now? Now you were at a place in mind where you needed to have the comfort of just his touch in order to feel right again.

Steve chuckled lightly at your affection, unaware of the severity of your need for it. Quietly, he ushered you towards the stairs. Leading the way over to the privacy, and safety, of his room. “Where are they?” you asked softly once he had closed up the door.

“Well, note says Indianapolis. They’ll be back Monday.”

A small bit of anger filled within you. Of course they’d be gone for so long in a time like this. When you needed to know he was with people who were supposed to watch over him, and make sure he was okay when you couldn’t. What good were parents if they didn’t even stick around for their-

“Baby, you’re gripping me pretty tight.”

“I’m sorry.” you said pulling back, watching as he gave you a small reassuring smile again. “My mind is just..all over the place right now.”

He didn’t say anything, only moving you over to sit at the end of his bed before he joined you. “After everything, I wouldn’t expect you to be in any place normal.” His hand reached up to cup at the side of your cheek before he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m just worried about you.” Looking back at him, you pushed him back a bit to place a hand on chest lightly. Feeling the subtle thump of his heartbeat.

“I’m fine, Trouble..”

“Let me see your chest.” you said calmly. Hands reaching out to tug at the end of his shirt. But he quickly stopped you, tugging down the shirt before you could do anything. “Steve, I’m serious. I need to see.”

“Honey, it’s fine. I’m fine. I just need to get some sleep.” he licked over his lips, eyes shifting quickly towards the pillows on the bed. “So do you.”

“It’s not fine, Steve!” you said urgently, trying to reach for the hemline of his shirt again. “None of this is fine! I need to see you are okay. I need to know–”

“Know what? I’ve been checked out!” he countered, hands gripping onto yours. “They cleared me to go home.”

“Steve, let me just see for myself!”

“NO!”

The two of you instantly pulled back from each other in shock. Neither knowing how to react to each other’s sudden outbursts. It’s not until the tears you were unaware of, slipped down your cheeks and onto your hands that you realized you were crying.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, embarrassed for the neediness that came with your worry. You wrapped your hands around yourself, needing to hold onto something. “I-I didn’t–”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. “ Steve said quickly, pulling you back into a hug. The back of his hand rubbed gently at your back and you couldn’t help but reveal in the hold before he pulled back to look at you again. “I get it. I’d be the same if the roles were reversed.” He reached down to the end of his shirt, looking slightly ashamed. “I just didn’t want you to have to see me like this.”

Without waiting for a response from you, he sighed heavily before carefully tugging the shirt off of his body. Grunting a bit in pain. It’s not until he leaned back and allowed the light from his bedside lamp to cast over him that you were able to take in the damage he had.

All around his chest and sides were various shades of red to purple bruises. The Russian guards having left no spot clear of their damage from their interrogations. There was a particular dark mark over his clavicle that looked painful. Making you raise a hand gently to try and brush the bruise away with your touch.

There was no holding back the sniffling that followed after that. And when the more tears came out, you let yourself finally react. These monsters had hurt him. They hurt him so much and you couldn’t stop them. “I’m so sorry, baby.” You sputtered, unable to hold back the intense sob that had built up in your throat. “If I hadn’t tripped..if I didn’t get caught. We could have gotten out faster.”

Steve reached over to hold the sides of your face. Shushing you instantly as he pressed gentle kisses all over your face.

“This was not you, baby.” He kept repeating. “This is on those evil bastards. No one else. We would have been taken regardless. Okay? How do you think Robin and I got caught? They were too strong for us.”

“But maybe I could have helped you two! And if I helped then you wouldn’t hav—“

“Trust me. It would have ended the same.”

There’s another rebuttal on your tongue but Steve stopped that by kissing you quickly. The emotions that were held within the two lips were strong enough to almost make you want to cry again. But it stopped your panicking long enough that you were back to being calm by the time Steve pulled away.

He kept his gaze down at your lips, reaching a hand up to lightly gaze at the line of your bottom lip. Like usual, you can’t help but place a gentle kiss against the finger tip. Making him smile again before he dropped his hands to his lap. You use that chance to go over his bruising again, trying to remind yourself that while he was in pain. He was still before you.

He was still here.

It’s not until you're done checking over everything that he finally looked up at you. A little flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Be honest,” he said softly, lips curled up in a small smirk.. “Is it bad? Will I have to wear sweaters for the rest of my life?”

You want to chastise him for making light of the situation, but the words are too familiar. And while it took you too long of a minute to think about it, the small memory of him fixing you up the previous year in the Byers’ bathroom came into mind. “It’s disgusting.” you replied finally, a small smile fighting its way onto your face.

The two of you laughed light heartedly, relaxing a bit from the bit of seriousness with the help of the memory. But once that died down, Steve leaned in, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush against the sides of your neck.

“Take off your shirt.” He said suddenly.

“Why do you always ask me that when I'm here?” You hummed softly, feeling a bit like yourself again. He gave you an amused look, cheeks hinted with a bit of pink before he nodded to your neck.

“Let me see it without the shirt in the way.”

Complying with his request, you pull off the pajama shirt, folding your arms over your chest to cover up at your breasts before turning your head to the side. Letting him get a proper look of everything. He huffed out air through his nose. Frustrated with the sight of your bruised neck. It was dramatically still a dark purple.

“It’s worse than it looks.” you said quietly. “They said after two days it’ll lighten up. Just gotta ice it now and then, take pain relief if I feel anything.”

“And do you feel anything?” he asked, face close to your neck now during his inspection.

“No.” you sighed. “Just you.”

Your response brought out a hum from him and shifted his head a bit to press a kiss to your neck. Making you shiver from the feeling of his lips on your skin. He seemed to like that reaction and proceeded to press even more kisses, moving one of his hands to wrap around the side of your hip.

“Steve..” you sighed, trying not to fall into the stirring sensation.

“I’m making you feel better.” he said against your neck. Teeth grazed against the vein lightly while his other hand rubbed from your other side to the arm currently covering your chest. “Can’t a guy just make his girl feel good?”

Smiling at the thought, you gently pushed his hands off from you so that you could cup the sides of his face. Bringing his gaze back to yours. Though that was a little bit difficult with your top off and arms no longer able to cover yourself.

“A guy can make his girl feel good when he doesn’t have an entirely bruised chest.” He scoffed a bit before you nodded to him. “Tell me, just what exactly did they say when you were checked out?”

“I told you, I’m fine. I’m clear to do any–”

“Steve Harrington, you be honest with me right now.”

The use of his full name made his eyes go wide before he smirked a bit. “Say my name that way again.”

Shaking your head, you gently push him away and slide off from the bed. Reaching for your top on the floor. But before you could slip it on, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you back towards the bed. “It’s a bruised rib, sprained clavicle, and bruised eye. Six weeks for them to heal up properly.” He pointed over to cut on his lip and pouted. “This thing will be around a lot longer if I don’t get some scar cream. Now can we go back to letting me do my work?”

Looking down at his lip, you gently cupped at his cheek and leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. “You are not going back to work for six weeks.” Steve’s eyes widened again and you fought the smile that wanted to come out from his shock. “Listen, you’re not gonna feel good in any kind of way until you’re healed up. I’m not gonna risk you being in pain just so we can have sex.”

“I’ll risk it! Allright? We’re finally together!” he tried, reaching out towards you. “We love each other. We gotta celebrate!”

His desperation is only a little bit funny, but you’re trying to hold that laugh down to try and eb serious about this. “You think every time we defeat monsters from the upside down and throw in confessions we gotta celebrate with sex?”

“YES.”

Shaking your head, you allowed yourself to laugh a bit before patting at his hand tenderly. “Okay, we’ll celebrate. Just when you’re not banged up and the color of a grape.” you reassured him. He parted his lips to fight back on it, but you’re quick to place your fingers against his lips to stop him. “I want to, trust me. I just don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”

Steve sighed disappointedly, bringing his hand up to grab yours. He pressed his lips to your fingers before nodding his head. “Okay,” he said, giving in. “Okay, you’re right.” Reaching for his shirt, he was about to slip it back on himself before he looked over at you.

“What?” you asked, confused. “Do you need he–”

He slipped the shirt over your head, tugging it down your body. You pushed your arms through the sleeves and looked down at him questioningly. He adjusted the ends, making sure your bare chest was now perfectly covered before back at you.

“I want my girl warm.”

“And my shirt wouldn’t have sufficed?”

“That thin thing?” he huffed, pushing himself off the bed. “Barely covered your skin, let alone keep you warm.”

Rolling your eyes, you watched as he slowly took off his jeans, leaving him only in boxers. There’s thankfully no other major bruising to his body, but your casual check out doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Change your mind?” he teased.

You ignore his words and pull at the blanket to his bed, climbing inside to get under the covers. Steve chuckled at that, moving to climb in after you. The two of you face each other instantly, getting in as close as you could.

Steve sobered up a bit from his previous emotions and reached out to push a stray hair away from your face. Leaning to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. There’s no doubt you know what he’s referring to, but you decide to play dumb anyway.

“I thought we were already talking?”

He pursed his lips a bit. “I’m being serious.”

Sighing, you snuggled closer towards him. Letting your senses be engulfed in Steve before peering back up at him. The hum of his room’s air conditioning was enough background noise to lull you to sleep, but you knew he’d want some sort of answer about it.

“I’m not sure” you said honestly. “There’s a part of me that’s sad for the loss of a life, for Max, for..the Billy I used to know. But that guy was long gone before the Flayer ever took control of him.”

“Doesn’t mean that you wanted him to die.”

“I don’t want anyone to die.”

Steve nodded his head, moving to rub gently at the small of your back before he tugged you closer. “I learned a while ago that the upside down doesn’t care who dies and who doesn’t. It’s out of our hands..”

You think about why Steve would feel that way until the memory of Barb Holland came into mind. Then Bob Newby, and lastly, Jim Hopper. People who were good as much as Billy was bad were killed because of everything with the upside down too.

“So this is just our new normal? Dealing with the death of someone we know every year?”

“No.” Steve said quickly. “The gate is shut down for good.”

“That’s what we thought last time. How can you be so sure?” You asked, looking up to his face again. “What if there’s something new again? What if the next person I lose is you? What if you di—”

Steve shushed your panic by pressing his lips against yours. Like before it instantly washed you in a comforting hold. “Nothing will happen to me or you.” He breathed against your lips. “The gate is closed and if anything or anyone tries to hurt you again, I’ll stop them.”

“You’ll stop them?” you repeated, looking at him a little bit in disbelief.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “Because you’re my girl and no one is gonna look out for you better than me, okay?”

The words hit differently this time and you can’t help but feel his emotions sweep you off your feet, metaphorically speaking. While there’s no certainty that Steve would always be there to protect you and even know if things with the upside down were done for good. The determination behind his voice is enough to settle you down for now.

“I love you.” you said softly, pressing your lips quickly to his. He was quick to drag you back in when you began to pull away. Deepening the kiss as he too felt the emotions take over him. One of his hands moved to press you closer to his body, making you feel the front of his chest swell against yours.

“I love you, too.” he said hotly to your lips, mouth parting slightly to gain back some air. “So much.”

He tried to go for another deep kiss, but you cut it short. Choosing to press gentle pecks to his lips and face before you finally were able to pull back. “We should sleep. Tomorrow everyone’s gonna wanna talk about everything.”

Ignoring the pout on his face, you turned your body around, giving Steve the chance to drag you back to his front and hold you close in his arms. “What if I wanna spend the day in bed with you?”

“You’ll have to plan that in the next six weeks.” you reminded him.

He muttered something under his breath before he leaned in to place gentle kisses against the nape of your neck. “I’ll be counting the days until then.” The pout was still very evident in his voice, making you smile a bit as you dragged his hand to drape over your waist.

“Okay, Sailor.” you chuckled, allowing your eyes to close as you relaxed in his hold.

“Nuh uh.” he yawned, reaching over you a bit to turn off the lamp by his bed. “Can’t be a sailor anymore if there’s no Scoops.”

“Shit, you’re right. I guess I better change it back to your highness.”

“Nope, that’s too old.”

“There’s literally nothing else I can call you.” You lied, feeling him tighten his arm teasingly. “If not that then..baby?”

“I’m calling you that.”

“Oh come on, there’s only so many pet names I can call you. Honey?”

“Sorry, dibs on that too.”

“Steve!”

“Goodnight, Baby.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

It would only take till the end of the summer for another big change to happen. After thinking it over, Joyce decided that she could no longer live in Hawkins. The pain and loss of both Bob and Jim took a heavy toll on her heart. The Byers family, and their newest member El, would be moving to California.

Something that you and Jonathan found very amusing.

But just like that, the party, the teens, everyone, would be split apart. Making the summer feel like it was truly the end of things.

All of you tried to make due with the limited time you had left. Spending the last hot day at Steve’s house for swimming. Movie nights in the Wheeler basement to watch cheesy scary movies. And for the teens, one last cheap slice of pie from the local diner.

It was the day before the Byers house was to pack up and leave and you managed to reserve the day alone with your friend. There wasn’t anything special done, in fact, you took it upon yourself to help Jonathan organize his room enough for easy packing. But now, like usual, the two of you were outside his house. Sitting on the hood of his crappy car, talking.

“So you think this old thing can make it to California?”

“It can hear your insults, you know.” Jonathan laughed as he gently rubbed down on the metal below him. “Besides, this old thing is a lot better than the balled up red mess of yours sitting in the junkyard.”

You feigned a shocked look. Still slightly bitter about your car’s demise from the Flayer’s rampant rage.

“That is literally too soon to joke about my baby like that.”

“Sorry,” he snorted, trying not to fall for the pout that you’re throwing at him. “It’s a sad truth you have to face.”

“Trust me, I do.” you sniffled. “If it weren’t for Steve’s lifts, I’d be a hot mess on my dumb bike.”

Jonathan shook his head before he nodded towards the road. “Speaking of, where is he? Usually I only get you for an hour or two before he’s whisking you off.” There’s no real hate in his tone. Something you were worried about when you started to date Steve. It was genuine curiosity.

“He knew what today meant for us. Said he wanted to give me as much time with you and that he’d pick me up and take me out to dinner.”

“How generous of him.” Jonathan said to his lap, picking at the end of his sweater. “Gave us the whole day.. to say goodbye.”

“Hey, this isn’t goodbye.” you reminded him with a nudge to his shoulder. “This is us getting ready for your trip that will have you back by Christmas. At least that’s what I think I heard Joyce tell Mike the other day.”

“It won’t be the same. You of all people would know.”

“I know.” you muttered.

There’s a beat of silence before you scoot over closer to Jonathan. Moving to rest your head onto his shoulder. He rests his head on top of yours, letting out a long sigh before he spoke up again. “Remember when we first met?”

“You mean when you stared at me while Carol was yacking my ear off?”

“Yes,” he laughed. “You caught me so fast and immediately called me out for it. Nearly gave me a heart attack when you chased me down the hall.”

“What was I supposed to do? Cower away from the guy who was looking at me?”

“You wouldn’t have been the first.”

Pulling your head back, you glared over at your friend before giving him another nudge. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t. Got myself a good weirdo out of it.” You put your head down again and looked out towards the street. Watching as the street lights began to come to life down the block the closer the day began to end.

“I wish I could stay.” he sighed, looking down the same direction as you. “Finish out Senior year with you and Nance.”

“Me too. It won’t be the same..it won’t be as fun.”

“You’ll have fun. You got Nancy, Steve, and Robin.”

There’s some sort of push to keep the tone positive. But oddly enough, it’s only making you sad. “But there won’t be you.” you said softly. “There won’t be anyone to make fun of the town with or listen to cheesy rock music with.”

“My music is not cheesy.”

“Or watch you live in denial with.” you went on, making Jonathan laugh.

“I’ll be back. Soon enough.” he said after the laughter had died down. You picked your head up to look at him and found he was looking down at you. “We can go to the park and laugh at the cheesy couples trying to ice skate together.”

“Oh God, that is so cheesy. I’m in. We can even take photos of the ones that fall.” you chirped, moving to slide off the car. Jonathan followed next, dusting off some of the dirt from his pants before he stood before you. There’s a bit of a watery look to his eyes and you found it making your own sting with tears.

“You’re my best friend,” he said suddenly. “And as weird as it is to say to anyone other than my Mom or Nancy, I love you.”

“I love you too, creep.” you smiled, feeling the waterworks trying to fight to come out now. “And you’re definitely not gonna be one of those friends who cry when they have to move away.”

“Oh, definitely not.” he said, choking up a bit. “And you’re too cool to be crying for some guy you’ve been friends with for almost two years.”

“Definitely not!” you said, already reaching up to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. It's another somber moment of you two keeping emotions under control before Jonathan gave up and pulled you in for a very needed hug.

“Wanna hear something funny?” you mumbled into his jacket.

“What?”

“Steve said he wanted to take me ice skating this winter..”

At that, the two of you turned your sniffling into laughter. Holding onto each other to steady yourself for a good few minutes. It’s not until the sound of a car approaching that the two of you shut up.

Pulling back, you watched as the familiar red hue of Steve’s BMW came into one of the street lights. A friendly face, with a sad reminder of what tomorrow would bring. Turning to face the driveway, you watched Steve’s face as he pulled up to park his car.

You couldn’t help but grin at Steve as you watched him climb out of the car. The look on his face is a little nervous, but once his eyes found yours, he sent you a grin back. “Hope I’m not too early.” he waved, stepping over towards you.

“You’re right on time. Let me go get my stuff inside.” The two boys looked slightly worried to be left alone, but you ditched them momentarily to quickly gather your things and say your goodbyes to the three inside.

Joyce was, of course, as emotional as you expected. She’s been through so much, but it was nice to know that she had a soft spot for you. You remembered to give her the contact information for your Father’s law firm. Reminding her that if there was ever a legal situation with El or Will that he would be able to help upon her request. She told you not to worry and reminded you to call often.

Next stop was the kids. A weird sight to see all of them gathered under one roof. It wasn’t until late afternoon that they all showed up. The boys gathered in Will’s room to hang out once more, and the girls in El’s bedroom. With their friends around they put on brave faces, but once you pulled them out in the hallways, they let their composure crumble a bit.

Saying goodbye to them hurt you a lot more than you thought. They were just kids. Dustin’s little friends. But thinking about how you weren’t going to see them around the following week made you terribly sad. You were never good with goodbyes, and this time wasn’t any different.

Finally tearing yourself from the kids, you found your way back outside. Purse in hand as you made your way over towards the boys. The last bit of their conversation tickling into your ears.

“..I get it. You take care of yourself, man.”

“Thanks, uh, you take care too.”

Their gazes turned over at you as you stepped forward. A small hopeful smile on your face at the sound of their ending pleasantries. You’re about to make a joke about them hopefully turning into penpals when you notice something in Jonathan’s hands. “What is that?”

“Oh,” he said, turning it over to show you. It was a thin dark green photo album. No bigger than a school binder. “I sort of..put this together for you.”

“You’re leaving and decide to give me a going away present?” you scoffed, reaching over for it. “And here you were last week telling me if I spent a dime on you, you’d kick my ass.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes a bit before flipped the cover for you. “It was supposed to be a Christmas present, but I figured you’d like it now, smart ass.”

Ignoring his playful jab, you watched as he turned to show you the following pages. The pictures are done in Jonathan’s familiar candid style, and you’re happy to see how many he’s taken since the last Christmas he got the camera.

There’s photos of you and Dustin in his house, the two of you at school, some with Nancy while the two of you talk on the hood of his car, and even to your surprise, a few with Steve. “I promise, these weren’t taken in a weird creepy way..I just thought you’d appreciate having some memories.”

“I so want to kick your ass right now.” you sniffled, feeling more tears come out. Steve stepped closer, peering down at the photos with a small smile on his face.

“That’s cool, but you should probably save it for Christmas.” he smiled. “I think I’ve kept you from Harrington long enough today.”

Nodding your head, you hand over the album to Steve before wrapping Jonathan in one more hug. “I’m gonna miss you, Creep.” you said softly before pulling back. “Don’t go over there and become best friends with another bitchy Californian, okay? That’s my job.”

“Cross my heart.” he chuckled, before patting your back. The two of you step back from each other and you feel the warmth of Steve’s hand engulf yours. Keeping you warm and steady as you moved towards his car.

After he helped you inside, you watched as Jonathan moved back to the hood of his car. Sitting quietly as Steve made his way back to the driver’s seat. Bringing your hand up from your lap, you give your friend one last wave. Watching as he did the same.

You kept your gaze on your friend as Steve pulled out from the Byers’ driveway. Going at a slow pace to give you the most amount of time. But eventually the car is turning and your friend’s face is losing focus. And soon enough the two of you are driving off towards the familiar road back to town.

“You gonna be okay, baby?” Steve asked a couple of minutes later. Reaching to place his large palm on your thigh. It warmed up your skin through your tights and you can’t help but smile at the affection. While you were sad about so many changes that were about to happen, you almost forgot one of the best ones.

“I will be.”

THE NEXT DAY

It had been ten minutes inside of Family Video that you found yourself silently raking through the aisles of movies available to rent. Most of them you’ve either seen or heard from tv. But there were a few that you found yourself having to turn the box over just to find out what it was about.

Keith, an upcoming Junior you knew from school, had been watching you since you stepped in. He greeted you with a sleazy smile, offering his recommendation services if you found yourself stuck on what to pick. After reassuring him that you’d be fine on your own, he returned his gaze back down to the comic on the counter. But now and then you’d catch him eyeballing you from across the room.

Robin and Steve were supposed to be here five minutes ago to try and get an interview. But they both seemed to be running late. Thankfully they weren’t on a scheduled time or else you’d have been panicking. It was only about two minutes later that you heard the pinging noise of the front door opening.

The two, both out of breath, rushed inside with a skip in their step. On the way to Keith, Steve’s eyes found yours and you gave him a very subtle thumbs up from the aisle you were in. He gave you a quick wink before turning to join next to Robin.

From where you were, you couldn’t help but watch in anticipation for what the outcome of the interview might be. Keith had been looking down at both their resumes for a solid minute before Robin’s nerve began to come through.

“Uh, just to be clear, we weren’t fired, you know. The mall burned down, and like, killed a bunch of people.”

You were thankful Keith’s back was to you, as you stepped closer. Pretending to be interested in the candy as you listened on.

“Thanks for sharing. Didn’t know.” he replied sarcastically. He lazily threw down the papers onto the counter before turning suddenly serious. “Three favorite movies. Go.” he snapped to Robin. The girl didn’t hesitate to list out her answers. Giving what you assumed to be a pretty good favorites list.

Steve on the other hand looked visibly upset. Almost the same whenever Dustin would try and convince him to an impromptu trivia night.

“You, go.” he snapped to Steve next. His brown eyes widened and he suddenly looked like he was called up to answer questions on the chalkboard.

“Favorite movies?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Uh..Animal House, for sure.”

Robin audibly scoffed, trying not to look at her friend while Steve’s gaze wandered over the store. He looked over at you with a pleading look before Keith called out to him again.

“Eyes on me, Harrington.”

“Yeah, uh..Star Wars.”

You nearly dropped the candy jar in your hands. The entire winter break last year was spent watching those ridiculous Star Wars films with Dustin in your living room. Not once did he ever think to remember the names of at least one of them?

“A New Hope?”

“A new what-now?”

“Which Star Wars?”

“The one with the teddy bears. Duh.” he said, finishing with a little squealing noise. At that point you have to physically turn away, forcing your gaze onto another row of movies and not at your boyfriend currently tanking his interview.

“No? Uh..Oh, the one that just came out! The movie that just came out. THe one with the DeLorean and Alex P. Keaton, and he’s trying to bang his mom.” Peeking over your shoulder, you catch him chuckling before he remembered who he was talking to. “Yeah, those are my top three. Classics.”

Keith was silent as he stared in horrid shock at Steve for a moment. Steve cast his gaze down and away from the people beside him. Most likely going through the whole thing in his mind.“You start Monday.” he finally said to Robin before he pointed over at Steve. “You start never.”

The words seemed to hit Steve a little hard. Even from where you stood you could see the slight tint of red brush over his cheeks. This wasn’t how the interview was supposed to go at all. Robin leaned over and spoke softly to Steve. He looked annoyed as he talked back to her but she urged him gently again and soon he was dramatically taking his resume off the counter.

Moving past a couple of customers, you made your way over to him. Reaching out to grip onto his hand. “Anything good here?” you asked, looking over the movies he was currently fiddling with.

“Don’t ask me, apparently my movie taste isn’t good enough for this place.” he sighed. You knew he was a little upset by the fact that he still hadn’t reached out for you. Choosing instead to keep his glare over at Keith from afar. “It’s not like I need to be God damn Roger Ebert. It’s just Family Video!”

You chuckled a bit, poking at his arm so that he’d finally look down at you. “Sometimes things don’t work out, Steve. It’s not the end of the world.”

“I know that.” he pouted, finally calming a bit to reach out for your hand. “I just wanted this to be a win. Now I won’t get to work with Robin.”

You glanced over towards Robin, watching as she pointed over to where you and Steve were while she leaned in closer to Keith. Her eyes caught yours, winking at you before she waved for you to come over.

“You know, something tells me we’re cutting our losses a bit too soon.” you said softly letting go of Steve’s hand. He muttered out a confused noise as you walked over towards the counter. The two people straightened up a bit once you were close enough. Keith glanced over at Robin, getting a slow nod from the girl before he snapped his fingers to you.

“Three favorite movies. Go!”

A part of you was curious as to why you were suddenly being interviewed. But from the look on Robin’s face, you knew that whatever happened next was going to be based on your answers. Still, a part of you was annoyed with Keith and his efforts to humiliate your boyfriend. So you could only give what you saw fit.

“Staying Alive, Xanadu, and..Star Wars.”

Your words looked like it nearly stabbed Keith in the chest. His hands reached out to grip onto the counter. He looked as red as the neon sign behind him. “Which Star Wars?” he gritted out, beady eyes on you.

“The one where the annoying talking green guy dies.”

“This isn’t gonna work, Buckley!” he cried out, looking over to your friend shocked. She let out a big fake laugh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you close to her side. Though her face was friendly, she was secretly pinching at your arm, making you let out a nervous chuckle.

“She’s so totally kidding! Aren’t you, Henderson?” she asked, looking at you with a small glare.

“Totally.” you smirked, keeping your composure. “Just thought I’d make you laugh.” Keith narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before the sound of crashing happened to your right. The three of you watched as Steve fought to keep up a cardboard cut out of Phoebe Cates from falling onto the floor. He’s thankfully quick at setting back up in time and has a second to look over it up close.

“Oh!” he called out, a smile back on his face. “Fast Times! Fast Times. Ever heard of it? Top three for me, Keith.” You and Robin giggled at the comment. Very much amused by the boy before Keith brought back the focus with a groan.

“All right, Buckley. You better be right.” Kneeling down, he seemed to reach for something behind the counter before coming back up. “Monday. The three of you come in for the Month’s schedule.” Keith he sighed before chucking green fabric into your hands.

The girl called out a thank you to the boy before leading you out the store. Steve is quick to follow behind you, coming up to your side to grab at one of the green clothes. “It’s a vest.” he frowned, looking at the fabric closely.

“It’s an ugly green vest.” you scoffed, passing the other piece to Robin.

“It’s ugly, but it is our new uniform guys!”

“Wait, you’re serious? We go the job?”

“We got the job.” she confirmed. The two broke out into happy little claps before turning to you. At first you could only raise a brow before you noticed the one in your hand.

“Oh shit, me too. We got the job!” you laughed, waving your vest like a little flag. Getting another job definitely wasn’t on the list of things you wanted to start the new year. But from the way the other two seemed to be excited, you couldn’t help but feel like it might be a good idea.

Steve leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile. “We’ll get to spend more time together this way.”

“And make a quick buck along the way.” Robin snorted, heading towards the backseat door. Steve made it a point to open up the passenger door for you, holding a hand out so that you could slide in easily.

“Well work starts on Monday. But what should we do for the weekend?” you asked once buckled in. Steve adjusted the rearview mirror before an idea came into mind.

“Well the Hawk is still showing that Time movie.”

“It’s Back to the Future, Steve.” you corrected. “And we technically saw it already.”

“I can promise you I really don’t remember the majority of it.” he said honestly. “Plus, I remember you telling me you wanted to see it. I know you got a thing for that guy.”

A part of you felt a little shy hearing him remember a detail so far back. But you supposed that was a perk of having him as your boyfriend. “You’d really want to try and see it again. You won’t get bored?”

“If I’m seeing it with you then I promise I won’t be bored.” he smirked, leaning in close enough that he could brush a bit of hair off your face.

“And me!” Robin said, poking her head from the back seat. “You’d be seeing it with me too!”

You laughed a bit at her eagerness, watching as Steve rolled his eyes. But from the smile that was curling up on his lips, you knew there was no real annoyance to the gesture. So without wasting anymore time, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Nodding for him to start the car.

“Looks like we’re going to the movies.”

Steve smiled at that and started up the car. The engine hummed back to life, filling up the car with a soft noise as the three of you set off from the parking lot. You kept your gaze out the window, watching out towards the people while Steve and Robin began to discuss a sudden craving for popcorn.

Reaching for the radio, you quietly went through the different stations before settling on one that was in the middle of a song. One you hadn’t heard in quite some time, but it was enough to bring a smile onto your face.

Yeah (ba-da, da-da, da-da)

My, my, such a sweet thing (ba-da, da-da, da-da)

I wanna do everything (ba-da, da-da, da-da)

What a beautiful feelin' (ba-da, da-da, da-da)

Crimson and clover (ba-da, da-da, da-da)

Over and over

A/N: Okay! That took me quite a bit to finish! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I made it a little long because a lot happens and I needed for her to say her goodbye to Jonathan in a way I hope fits their friendship. The next season is gonna be such a bitch to write but I’m excited! I also hope ppl get why I picked the song in the end. And also a hint for the next season. I’m probably gonna take a couple of days for a break and then get started on more things. Hope you guys like this. I know it’s a bit messy. :)

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington fanific #cb

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 1

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

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Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; evil exes...

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Chapter 1: it's supposed to be my year - Andy

Third Person POV

The Red line is a good place to hide from the world.

A dive bar that's only really known by locals and a perfect hideout for the local team, The Boston Bruins. This is where we can find the hero of our story. Or a broken heart reeling from the shock of a lifetime. The bartender puts the third glass of Glenlevet 12 in front of the broken man at the corner of his bar. 

Andy

“You want something to eat Barber?”

I shook my head. The idea of food just made me want to throw up. This must be the worst day of my life. Sitting at our local dive, all I wanted to do was to drink myself to sleep. Maybe then I'll wake up from this nightmare. Have you ever been stood up at the alter? No? Lucky you.

“Knew I’d find you here.” I looked over to my best friend and alternate captain Lukas Andrews. He signaled to Mike, the bartender, and pointed to my glass. “You ok?”

“I'm great. Just perfect.” I pulled at the tie on the collar of my tux. “I mean I paid for an entire wedding and the down payment on a house, but my bride decided to fuck my team mate the night before our wedding and lucky me I overheard them arguing about it right before she was going walk down the aisle.” I slammed back my drink. “Oh, and she runs away with said teammate.”

I signal for another. And dropped my head to the bar. “Andy maybe you should slow down?” Luke said.

“Why? I don't want to feel Luke. I just want to numb the pain.” Can’t he see that I just want me heart to stop hurting. I was betrayed by two people that I trusted tremendously and now have to deal with not just one heartbreak but two.

“I know buddy but maybe you should sleep?”

Luke’s a great best friend to have. He always tries to take care of me and I’d do the same for him. But right now, I don’t want to take care of myself. “No, we drink.”

That's the last thing I remember.

Please let me be dead.

That could be the only explanation as to why I was in so much pain. The alternative is that its a massive hangover and that would suck worse. I cracked an eye and sunlight hit me like fucking a truck. Fuck, I’m alive and it was going to be a hell of a day. It took everything to get to the bathroom and throw up like I’m a goddamm teenager.

I’m a 31-year-old professional hockey player. I don't get drunk anymore.

At least I didn't before yesterday. And it hit me that the love of my life screwed one of my best friends and teammates the night before our wedding and I got listen to him beg her not to marry me.

Fuck Fiona and fuck Craig Bailey.

I wandered downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee hitting me like water in the Sahara. This is why Luke is my best friend. Fully expecting to see him sitting at the island, I'm stunned when I see my other best friend and Luke's sister making breakfast. “Morning?”

Leighton Andrews.

If there was one girl I wish I could marry it would been her. I’ve known the Andrews siblings since Luke and I were in kindergarten. Hell, I've been around since Leia was just a sweet little baby. She was an annoying brat for most of my childhood. But then when we came home for Christmas our freshman year of college and every change. Leia was only 14 at the time but she grew up way more than that. She had always been short, taking after their mother but everything else had grown up. She had tits that were perfect, a banging ass that I wanted to feel in my hands.

There was just one small problem.

She's my best friend's sister.

To call Luke overprotective would be the biggest understatement in the world. After their dad died in a freak accident, Luke took his job as “man of the house” very seriously. He made sure that his mom didn't feel lonely, and he made it his mission to protect his sister by any means necessary.

As the dutiful best friend, I, of course, helped him in his mission to protect her.

Did I have selfish reasons?

Yes. 

Did I tell him that?

I'm alive so what does that tell you.

“Hey Andy, good morning!” Leia chirped. She had always been a ball of sunshine and it was something that I loved about her. Except, wait, how did she get into my townhome?

“I say this with love, Leia, but what are you doing here? And how did you get into my house?”

She flashed me that goddam smile that makes me give her whatever hell she wants. “Mike called.”

Sadly, that's enough of an explanation.

“Where's lover boy? I thought you guys were attached at the hip?” I poured myself a cup of water, drained it with two ibuprofen and then moved on to coffee.

“Bret is on a business trip right now. He'll be back on Friday.”  

Bret. Blah, the man was a waste of space in mine and Luke’s opinion. He’s a stockbroker for some Fortune 500 company. When Leia started dating him, he was the epitome of douche bag. For the last year, Leia had subtly changed. She used to be a free spirit, dressed however she wanted. But Bret wanted a sophisticated partner that was like the other wives of brokers in his company. He would spend money to upgrade her wardrobe and then they bought a house together six months ago. I hated that. Even when I was with Fiona, I knew Leia deserved better. But she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for.

“Was he even at my wedding? Or as I call it the implosion of my life?”

Leia came over and wrapped her arm around me and put her head on my shoulder. “He was there. He told me to tell you how was and sorry that Fiona was a complete bitch.”

“He did not say that.”

“Ok, fine, it was me but that's because it’s the truth.” Leia smiled at me sadly. “I’m so sorry, Andy.”

“Thanks, Leia.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I guess I'm just glad I found out before I married her.”

“She's an idiot Andy. I mean who in their right mind ditch a man like you?”

This really wasn't the time to get a semi. Her compliment is doing things to me.

“Please don't tell me she did it because I neglected her or drove her into another man's arms? I mean I know I’ve been busy but I was trying to secure our future, you know?” Fuck, did I screw this up? I was working to be named captain this upcoming season. The Bruins made that announcement a couple of weeks ago. It had been awesome at the time but was it tainted now?

“I don’t know. She’s been with you for like three years. She knows what it's like to be a WAG. She’s a fucking idiot Andy.” She moved to rub my back.

I looked around my townhouse. “I have to move out of this place because I have a new home. That she wanted. Fuck,” I dropped my head onto the kitchen counter with a thud. “Ow.” 

Leia chose at that moment to let out a series of adorable giggles, her second-choice weapon in her arsenal. “Feel better?”

“No,” I mumble.

She came over and kissed my forehead. “Everything is going to be ok. You are the captain this year. Your best friends are right beside you. And we'll always be by your side.”

I looked up at her. “Promise?” I held out my pinkie, something the three of us have done since we were kids. She took it with her own.

“Promise.”

“Fuck, who turned on the brightness?” Luke wandered into the kitchen. He took a seat next to me and lowered his head into his arms. “I’m never drinking with you again Barber.”

“I didn’t say you had to match me drink for drink Andrews.” I looked around, searching for his girlfriend. I vaguely remember her coming with him to the bar. “Where is Miranda?”

“She’s sleeping. I tried to wake her, but she said she’s not getting up unless I can promise pancakes and bacon in bed.” Luke looked at his sister. “I love you.”

Leia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m doing this because I need to make sure you guys were ok. I gotta get back home for a meeting.”

I smiled at her. “You’re the best Leia.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

After the banging in my head subsided, I went to the new house. I needed to make this place my own. Fuck whatever Fiona wanted. I would make this the home of my dreams, not hers. As I walked up to the front, I saw someone sitting on the stoop. “The fuck are you doing here?” The nerve of this guy showing up to my house.

Craig stood up. “I just want a minute to explain.”

“Explain what? How you "accidentally" slept with my fiancé or how you were trying to convince her to leave me?” I raged. This fucker has balls, I'll give him that.

“Andy, it’s not like that. I'm in love with her. I have been for a long time.” 

“You slept with her once and all of a sudden, you've been in love with her for forever? Bull shit man.”

“It wasn't just once,” he said quietly. 

I stopped. “Wanna run that by me again?” I must have not heard him clearly

“It wasn't just the once. We've been seeing each other for the last year.”

We all heard that right?

“You've got to be kidding me! You've been fucking my fiancé for the last year?” I don't even let him respond. I deck him across the chin and drop him to the floor. Lucky for him, Luke shows up just when I go to hit him again.

“Andy! Stop! He's not worth it.” Luke grabs my arm and pulls me back. Another set of hands takes mine. I look back and see Leia and I calm a little under her touch.

“I fucking hate you! You were one of my best friends and you did this to me. Fuck you! You're dead to me!”

“We are on the same team Andy!” Craig argues. “I’m sorry but I love her, and we didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I don't give a shit. She was mine and you fucked me over. I'll work with you on the ice, but I never want to speak to you or look at you outside of the arena ever again! Go back to your bitch and tell her I'll send her shit to her mother's.” Luke pushes Craig away from me and down the drive. I turned away and Leigh wrapped her arms around me, and I buried my head in her neck, sobbing into her. “Why?” I asked her.

“I don't know Andy but I'm right here.” She rubbed my back as Luke dealt with Craig. “Let it out, I've got you.”

This was supposed to be my year. I had the captaincy, I had a championship caliber team and a fiancé that I thought loved me. 

This was supposed to be my year. 

Now I know what it's like to get screwed over with my pants on.

Life is funny like that.

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skepticreadstoa · 1 month

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The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 4

(Ignore how long it's been since the last post, I do want to try to be more consistent on this blog)

Alright, but Percy actually has more patience then we, as a fandom, give him credit for. Imagine after everything you've been through, two world ending prophecies, missing a full year of high school, having to do catch up for all of that, and then a newly banished god swings by the apartment with a street child in tow, and he walks in and starts salivating at the sight of his pregnant mother. The restraint he has to have had to not throw Lester straight back out the door...

Percy stepped to my side. “Um, Apollo? She’s not cursed. And can you not mention Hera?” Percy said, "We don't use the H word in the household".

If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her myself. Mate. She is married and EXPECTING A BABY. TONE IT DOWN.

Lester/Apollo thinking of how to thank the Jacksons for their hospitality:

Image: https://www.deviantart.com/blood-dripping/art/sink-fire-24038385

I had a sneaking suspicion that Percy had given me this (Icarus) shirt as a joke—the fall from the sky. Despite being in retirement from the demigod life, Percy is still not afraid to be cheeky with a god. Old habits die hard.

I did my usual motivational speech in the mirror: “You are gorgeous and people love you!” We'll see about how you feel about that statement later on.

“Actually, I was thinking about the last time I had a nosebleed.” Percy getting flashbacks at the sight of a nosebleed is too real.

Zeus seemed to consider egotism a trait the boy (Octavian) had inherited from me. Which is ridiculous. I am much too self-aware to be egotistical.

Percy winced. “I hate memory gaps. Last year I lost an entire semester thanks to Hera.” “Ah, yes.” I couldn’t quite remember what Percy Jackson was talking about. During the war with Gaea, I had been focused mostly on my own fabulous exploits. But I suppose he and his friends had undergone a few minor hardships. Ah, yeah, Tartarus? Saving the world? Just some minor hardships, run of the mill, nothing special.

“Besides, my mom’s pregnant. I’m going to have a baby sister. I’d like to be around to get to know her.” “Well, I understand that. I remember when Artemis was born—” “Aren’t you twins?” “I’ve always regarded her as my little sister.” Bro please, your sister helped your mother give birth to YOU. Stop lying through your nostrils.

Percy when Apollo tries to ask him to help get his Olympian throne back: "Nuh uh" "Tf you mean nuh uh?"

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geralts-yenn · 1 year

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the natural thing to do

Mikey (Hellraiser) x reader (female reader, no race, bodytype, or physical features mentioned)

summary: After another breakup, instead of your best friend you only find her brother Mikey at her home. The guy you had a crush on since you were 12…

warnings: mention of relationship problems, smut: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-i-v sex (be smarter than these two and protect yourself, guys!)

word count: 2,8k

A/N: This is my first time, be kind, everybody.

I‘m writing a longer fic right now but I just can’t help myself to write the chapter that needs to be written. So I started this small story that came into my mind one morning because I think we definitely need more Mikey fanfics.

I‘m not a native speaker, so there will be bad grammar, vocabulary and typos. Also, not beta‘d

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You stop at the door, gasping for breath. Not sure if it was the stairs up to the fourth floor or the exhaustion of crying like mad for the last hour. You know you look like shit but you don’t care. Cathy knows you well in the state you’re in right now. It’s not the first time you show up at her door in the middle of the night after you split up with some guy that you thought would be your prince, only to turn out he’s just a frog. You ring the door and wait for Cathy to get up and let you in. You hide your face in the palms of your hands, trying to steady your breath.

When you hear the door being opened you let your hands fall down to your sides. Your eyes fall onto a face that you didn’t expect to be there. You freeze in shock, your mouth agape. „Sweetcheeks, hey, everything okay?“ Mike looks at you with an expression that is quite unusual for him. Instead of his signature smirk that was plastered on his face most of the time, right now his eyebrows are drawn together to a frown.

Of course he looks confused, you probably woke him and now you stare at him like an idiot with smears of mascara in your face. You are still not able to form a word. Mike cocks his head and lifts one hand to grab the back of his neck, his long fingers running through his dark curls. When he steps to the side, a silent invite for you to enter, you realize he is only wearing some loose boxers. Your look falls onto his wide chest. His body isn’t the same as you remember it when he was younger. There are muscles that you didn’t recognize and you also notice the soft hair that covers his chest and stomach.

You enter the hallway, toe off your sneakers and throw your jacket onto the chair in the corner. When you look up to Mike again you finally realize that you still haven’t said a word to him. Your mouth is dry and your voice sounds rough when you finally speak to him. „Sorry, you must think I‘m mad. I wanted to see Cathy. Isn’t she here?“ Mike leads you to the living room. „She’s with Ryan. I don’t know when she’ll be back.“ You notice pillows and a blanket on the couch. The TV screen shows a paused scene from ‚Nightmare on Elm street‘. Following your gaze Mike explains: „She lets me sleep on her couch tonight. My roommate asked for a little privacy. He and his girlfriend want to celebrate their anniversary.“ There it was again, his signature smirk, accompanied by an eyeroll.

He gestures with his arm for you to sit down. As you walk over to the couch Mike leaves the room. You let yourself fall onto his makeshift bed. As soon as you lean back you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It smells like Mikey. A scent that is so familiar to you. That you smelled so often when you were at Cathy‘s home, back then when all of you were still in high school. That you haven't been able to smell since Mikey left for college. A scent you didn’t know you missed that much. But now that it fills your nose again it feels like you found a treasure you had long forgotten.

Mike comes back and sits down next to you with crossed legs. He hands you a bottle of water that you take with a small smile as a thank you. „Wanna talk with me instead, Sweetcheeks?“ The soft expression on his face surprises you. You don’t think you have ever seen him like that. You take a sip from the water bottle to gain some time. In your mind a million thoughts are fighting to come to the surface at the same time and yet not one of them seems to make any sense. Mike wraps an arm around your shoulder and slowly rubs with his thumb over your arm. „It’s okay, Sweetcheeks, take your time. I just want you to let me know if I need to kick someone in his balls.“ For a second his smirk appears on his face again before it changes back to a warm, soft smile.

„No need to kick anyone, Mike!“ you say, chuckling. "Actually it's pretty silly that I'm crying. I split up with my boyfriend tonight. It was my decision. But it hurts nevertheless." Mike watches you intently. When you pause, he puts his hand onto yours. You appreciate the reassuring gesture. It seems as if Mike learned to be a little more sensitive in the last months. You half expected him to tease you with a mocking comment. But he stays silent, waiting for you to go on. "It‘s just so frustrating. Everyone else seems to find someone that makes them happy. But I can go on a thousand dates, every guy that is interested in me is an idiot.“ Mike licks his lips and gives you a sympathetic look. „Oh, Sweetcheeks, you‘ll find someone, too. I’m sure of it. You are sweet and you are beautiful. And most of all you are funny and laid back. Every guy should be glad to be with you.“ Mike‘s words make you feel heat crawling up your cheeks. Feelings that you had buried deep down in your heart suddenly fill your whole chest. Your heart is racing. You can’t avert your eyes from Mikey‘s plush lips. It takes all your willpower not to crash into him and kiss him.

Like so many times before you remind yourself that you can’t be with him. Not like that. He’s your best friend’s brother. No matter how much you like him, you can’t risk your friendship with Cathy. You notice you're staring at Mike without saying a word, again. Nervously you look over to the TV. You need some distraction. „Hey, can I watch the movie with you?“ Mike reaches for the remote on the coffee table. „Yes, of course! Want some snacks?“ He jumps up and gets a package of chips from the kitchen. He lets himself fall back onto the couch and puts his feet onto the coffee table, right next to yours and offers the package to you. With a smile you grab a handful of chips as Mike presses the start button. You watch the Movie in silence, your hands meeting from time to time while fishing for some chips. One of the jump scares gets you so bad that you grab Mikey‘s arm. „Easy, sweetcheeks!“ he chuckles. „Sorry! I should have known. I have seen that movie at least 5 times already.“ But your hand rests on his arm for another few precious seconds to feel his warmth.

After some time Mike‘s mobile starts to ring. „It’s Cathy“ he shows you. „Don’t tell her that I’m here. I’m sure she wants to stay at Ryan‘s. But she would come home for me. Let her have a nice night. I’m alright again, anyways.“ Mike grins at you and nods. He talks to his sister and as you expected, Cathy tells him that she’ll spend the night with her boyfriend.

After the movie ended you stand up, time to go to sleep before you get to think about kissing Mike once more. „I’m tired. I‘ll go sleep in Cathy's room. I’m sure she doesn’t mind“ Mike watches you through his long eyelashes. „Okay, good night, Sweetcheeks.“

When you lay in Cathy’s bed you are everything but tired. Restlessly you toss from side to side. Every time you close your eyes you see his handsome face, his curls, his chiseled jaw, his blue eyes and his cheeky smirk. The unplanned encounter with Mike hit you hard. Every emotion that you thought was long faded ran through your body and mind again. It was him. It was always him that filled your whole heart. No wonder you could never feel anything for someone else. He's the reason no relationship ever worked. No other guy could keep up to him.

You think about all these hidden feelings that you denied to acknowledge for so long. The love you felt for Mike was always there. Since you’ve been twelve. But now it rushed over you with a force that swept you off your feet.

Your mouth feels dry and you get up to fetch a bottle of water before you should finally try to get some sleep. As you enter the kitchen you see Mike squatting in front of the fridge. He doesn’t notice you. The light of the fridge illuminates his body and you can’t stop staring at him, thinking how desperately you want to kiss him, want to make love to him. A silent tear rolls down your cheek. Mike gets up and turns. His eyes go wide when he sees you standing at the door. But he doesn’t say a word. Slowly he walks over to you, stopping way too close. His face is only inches away from yours and you hold your breath. Mike notices the wet trail of your tear on your skin and rubs his thumb over it to dry it.

And this tender touch is everything it needs to make your world turn upside down and crash all the walls you built around you. You see Mike’s pupils grow wide and in the next moment your lips crash into each other. Mike kisses you fiercely, sucking and biting on your lower lip. You stumble through the kitchen until your thighs are pressed against the kitchen table. Your hands start to wander over Mikey‘s body. He feels so good, silky skin over hard muscles. You inhale his scent and then open your mouth for him. You feel electrified as your tongues touch.

His big warm hands are all over your body. A moan escapes your mouth when you feel his hardness press against your core. Mike‘s lips travel from your mouth over your jaw to the tender skin under your ear. You rub your palm over the thin fabric of his boxers and Mike answers with a deep growl. One hand finds its way under your shirt and squeezes your soft breast. His thumb and index roll your hardened nub. „Oh god, Mikey!“ you say, pleading. His other hand lets go of your neck and his fingers brush over your chest and ribcage into the waistband of your panties. „Oh fuck!“ he moans when he runs his fingers through your wet folds and then pushes two of them into you. Slowly he pumps them in and out.

But then, suddenly, Mike opens his eyes wide and takes a step back. Panting he looks at you with a shocked expression. „We can’t do that,“ he tells you. It almost sounds as if he needs to convince himself. Silently you nod. Another tear runs down your cheek when he starts to walk out of the kitchen. At the door he stops and turns. You see the pained look on his face. "I am so sorry. I can't ruin your friendship with my sister. And this is what will happen when I mess up. Like I always do. I'm just an idiot sometimes. Guess, I messed it up already. But I thought about kissing you so often, it felt like the natural thing to do."

Your heart beats like crazy. And you know it's time to take a risk. You get up and walk over to Mike slowly. A hand on his cheek, you shake your head. "You won't mess up! We won't mess up! Because THIS IS the natural thing to do for us."

Your lips brush over his cheek, over his lips, carefully, almost not touching. Mike doesn’t move. Desperately, you increase the force of your kiss, press your lips on his. Slowly your heart sinks. Was it wrong to do this? But then he fists your hair and returns your kiss. The world stops turning for a brief moment. All the love you had in you for so long erupts into your kiss.

Mike grabs your thighs and lifts you up effortlessly. You wrap your legs around him. He walks you through the kitchen and lets you down onto the table again. He tugs at the hem of your shirt and you help him dragging it over your head. Mike steps back and watches you with dark eyes. „You are beautiful, Sweetcheeks!“

Then his hands are on your bare breasts again. He spills wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, slowly sinking lower until he sucks on your sensitive nipple. You gasp at the sensation. Mike sinks on his knees, his kisses following him from your breasts to your belly button. His fingers slip into the lacey straps of your panty and you lift your hips so he can drag them down.

With his shoulders he presses your thighs wide open. Your heart races in your chest. Mikey purses his lips and blows over the wetness that covers your folds. You chuckle over his teasing and when you look down to him you see his smirk stretch over his face again. But your chuckling transforms into a loud moan as Mike’s tongue dips into your folds. You grab a handful of his dark curls as he works you with his lips and tongue. You‘re almost over the edge when you pull him up to you again.

In a deep kiss you taste yourself on his tongue. Your voice breaks as you beg: „Mike, I want you inside of me!“ Mike lets out an animalistic growl. He pulls his boxers down and kicks them from his feet. Your eyes go wide when you see the huge cock in his fist as he slowly pumps himself. Mike runs his tip through your wet folds up to your clit and back to your entrance. „Please, Mike! I need you!“ With your plea he can’t hold back any longer and he pushes into you.

Slowly, inch for inch he stretches your walls around his cock. You want him to go faster, but he takes his time until he finally bottoms out. For a moment both of you don’t move. Mike looks into your eyes. He is as close to you as he can be and if feels like this is exactly how it needs to be. The perfect moment.

And then he starts to move his hips. He fucks you slowly and sensually. His lips and hands are all over your body. You hook your legs around his waist to press him closer, stilling the desire to feel him as deep as you can. Mike grabs your hips and finally he increases his pace. You arch your back when you feel you're coming close to your climax. Mike moves his fingers between you and when he starts drawing circles around your clit you fall apart. Your walls are clenching and milking him. With a grunt Mike crashes one more time hard into you and fills you with his seed. You both move slowly, riding out your highs. Finally Mike stops and takes you in his arms. He spills small kisses over every inch of your face and neck.

Once more Mike lifts you up and carries you bridal style into the bathroom. He puts you down onto the rim of the bathtub and starts to clean you with a warm, wet washcloth. „Thank you, Mikey!“ You say, your voice hoarse. You are totally spent. „I feel like my brain isn’t working at the moment, sorry.“ You giggle. Mike lifts his head and smirks. „Did I short cut your brain? Maybe I need to do the same thing once more so that it‘s working again.“ You both laugh. „I don’t think I need my brain anymore tonight. But maybe tomorrow when we wake up we should try.“

Mike takes your hand and you walk into the living room. You both crawl onto the couch. Mike pulls your back against his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting his hand rest on your breast. He nuzzles his nose in your neck. „This feels good,“ he murmurs. „Good night, Sweetcheeks.“ You already drift off to sleep.

You both are sleeping deeply when Cathy opens the door of the apartment the next morning. Her gaze falls onto your jacket and shoes. The corners of her mouth curl up. On her toes she carefully enters the room and looks down onto the sleeping figures of you. You lay on Mike’s chest, your arms and legs are entangled with each other. Cathy pulls the blanket over you both. Slowly she walks over to her own room. With a wide smile she says: „Thank god, they finally gave in to their feelings.“ It was the right decision to go back to Ryan after she had seen your car in front of the building.

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 11 months

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Comfort in the Truth

Summary - Part 20 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - None

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A/N - G’day guys, the big 2 0, can’t believe this series has lasted this long and it’s all thanks to you guys continuing to engage; it pushes me to keep writing. So thanks again for all the continued support! I know we’ve had a few hard-hitting chapters in a row, but I promise this one will be better and hold some long-awaited resolutions for our favourite couple. Until next week, enjoy!

It’s dark outside when you wake up, but you’re in Dean’s arms as promised. He notices you stirring and kisses your head. “Hello, beautiful. Sam’s gone to pick us up some dinner.”

You feel him fidgeting as his fingers trace patterns on your arms. You place one hand on top of his, stopping his movements as you tilt your head to glance back at his face. "What's going through your head right now?" you ask softly.

“I have to tell you something. I should’ve told you earlier but-”

“Just tell me now,” you say as you pull away slightly so you can make eye contact.

“A lot happened on that hunt with Bobby. A few things that could potentially alter how you feel about me.”

“We can work through-”

“I kissed someone. Sort of a celebrity crush sort of thing. Not that that excuses it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You turn around so you’re face to face, but no longer touching. “You kissed someone? You- who was it?”

“I swear I stopped it as soon as it started, we just kissed. It didn’t mean anything. I just got carried away. I-”

“Dean. Who was she?”

“Uh, you remember that thing we tried with the tacos…that night when-”

“I remember. Wait! You kissed a porn star?”

“I spent a lot of time alone before we met…There wasn’t anyone that was a constant for me. But porn’s consistent. Before you, those videos-”

“Was it as good as you imagined?”

“Not as good as you. I am really sorry, baby. I lost control and-”

“And she’s a porn star. You swear you just kissed?”

“Yeah. She kissed me and I just couldn’t help myself. But I swear that’s all that happened. And I stopped it straight away.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? What do you mean? Okay?”

“You kissed a porn star. What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. Yell at me, tell me we’re over? I don’t know.”

“What’s the point? You know what you did. You said you regret it and I can tell you feel guilty about it. You said it meant nothing. We’re stronger than one kiss, Dean. I have faith in us.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. It’ll never happen again.”

“I trust you, Dean. I know who you come home to at the end of the day. I know who got the ring. That’s not to say I’m okay with this or with it becoming a common occurrence. I just refuse to throw what we have away over one kiss.”

“I swear it'll never happen again. I want monogamy. I want you and just you for the rest of my life. Let’s just say my middle name is Vanilla.”

“Not too vanilla, I hope.” You teasingly reach across the small distance between you and run your hands up his thighs. You hear his breath hitch ever so lightly as he bites his bottom lip. He quickly takes your hands in his own and brings them to his lips. He kisses each of your knuckles while locking eye contact with you. His green eyes flash a shade darker before he composes himself.

He takes a deep breath, not letting go of your hands, and says, “Well…there’s actually something else that happened…”

“More?”

“The pornstar…she’s the leader of a chastity group now.”

“A chastity group? You kissed the leader of a chastity group?”

“Yeah, and you know how you asked if there was more to our relationship than sex? I guess we’re gonna find out. You don’t mind waiting until marriage, do you?”

“You, Dean Winchester, want to wait until marriage?”

“I got reborn…I’m a virgin and I signed a pledge. And Bobby said the people that broke their pledge were getting ganked so…”

“I guess we’re waiting until marriage then.”

“He did kill the culprit though, so we should be good.”

“How about we just see how things go? I think we got a lot to work through before we walk down the aisle. How long do you think you can last?”

“I’m barely restraining myself now.”

“Guess we’re gonna push your limits then Mr. Vanilla. I actually think this could be a good thing.”

“As hard as it’s gonna be, I kinda agree.”

“You do? You actually agree that chastity is a good thing?”

“I’m as shocked as you are. But we’ve been through a lot. It ain’t gonna be easy but-”

“This gives us time to work through things, find a way to get out of this life without losing anyone else along the way, and then, and only then, get married and think about starting a family again.”

“You really believe we can do it?”

“I don’t wanna get your hopes up and let you down again, but I do have faith in us, Dean.”

“I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. That wasn’t your fault. We got each other’s hopes up, together and it wasn’t your fault. And you’ve never let me down. Not once.” He kisses your hands again before pulling you into his lap. “I’m just glad you’re safe. I don’t even know why I said those things. I was blinded by the porn star in front of me and the pain I’d been feeling since things have been so strained between us. But I never should’ve said those things, and I never should’ve kissed her.”

“We’re gonna get through it. I just need you to not lose hope. You’re my rock, babe, you’re the one that helps me see the light and happiness amongst all the darkness and death that is our lives. If you lose hope or faith in us…”

“I never used to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I always thought I’d go out blazing with a gun in my hand. But since I met you and fell in love with you. Since you kissed me in that bar. I’ve started to hope for more. Believe that there’s a possibility for more. With you by my side, that’s when I’m happiest and most hopeful. We’re each other’s rocks. I promise to try to be here for you more. I love you so much, Sweetheart.”

Dean leans down and pepper kisses all over your face before meeting your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss. You’re quick to kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair softly. His tongue slides against your lip to deepen the kiss further but just as you’re about to give in, the door opens and loud voices interrupt you.

“Hey, chastity pledge, keep it in your pants,” Sam calls out.

Dean huffs and pulls away and glares at the visitors. “You told him?” he grumbles towards Bobby.

“You think I could keep that to myself? It’s too good of a story.” Bobby walks over and gives you a hug, “Glad to see you’re safe and sound, kiddo.”

Sam unpacks four noodle boxes and a six-pack of beers on the table. He brings your and Dean’s shares over to you along with two beers. He and Bobby sit at the table and dig in.

As you all eat you share stories of your respective hunts and experiences over the past 48 hours. It feels good to share some of this post-hunt normality after so long. You’ve been so distracted for so long and internalising. But here with your family around you, you feel more safe and comfortable than you have in a long time. Sam was right; you just needed to get out of the Bunker to find yourself again.

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Once you all finish eating Sam and Bobby get ready to head out to their own room that Sam had booked earlier that day while you were napping. As they start to leave you call out, “Hey Sam, can we talk?” You quickly get up and go outside with him and Bobby, closing the door behind you. Sam hands Bobby the room key. “Night, Bobby,” you say.

“Night, kiddo. Glad you’re safe.”

“Me too.” Bobby walks away to his room, three doors down. Once he closes the door you take a seat on the hood of the Impala that’s parked right outside your and Dean’s room. You quietly say, “About yesterday. I really don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“Me either. I know I can’t take back what I said but I’m not blind. I can see how you and Dean are. I understand. I shouldn’t have said anything, I don’t even know why I did.”

“It doesn’t matter why. It’s out there now and it’s okay. I just hope you can be okay with us being friends and in-laws eventually. I love you, Sam, but as a brother. I don’t want to lose what we have, but my feelings for your brother aren’t going to change. And even if they did, I would never do that to him.”

“I know. I hope there is never a time after Dean for you. Despite everything I said, what the two of you have is special. I’m really sorry I tried to ruin that. I wish both of you every happiness. I hope we can get out and stay out. I truly can’t wait to be an uncle.”

“You’ll be a great uncle, Sam. One day. We’ve got a lot of work to do before I’ll be ready to go down that path again.”

“I get it. But when the time’s right, you and Dean are gonna be amazing parents.”

“Thanks.”

“Anyway, you better get back inside before my overprotective big brother comes out here thinking I’m gonna get you in trouble again.”

Sam offers you his hand to help get down off the hood. You take it and pull him in for a hug as you stand up. “Thank you for everything, Sam.”

He gives you a tight squeeze. “Night, Y/N,” he says as he pulls back.

“Night.”

He waits until you’re back inside before walking back to his own room for the night.

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Chapter 5: Tell Me A Lie

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Drinking and dancing my ass off; I missed that. Waking up with a headache and the taste of vomit in my mouth; I haven't missed that shit at all. The morning sunlight that's coming from my window immediately burns my eyes when I try to open them. I groan and turn around to bury my face in the pillows, but instead, I come face to face with Hyunjin's sleeping figure. I close my eyes trying to remember what happened last night and how we ended up home like this, but it's useless and my head is killing me. Hyunjin is snoring lightly, his blonde hair all over the pillow and he's wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I smile at how beautiful and peaceful he looks, his face is almost angelic. I slowly lift myself off the bed, trying my best not to wake him. Emma probably undressed me cause I'm currently wearing a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I open the door as quietly as possible and tip-top out of the room and into the living room and kitchen area. I spot Felix asleep on the couch, a blanket covering his body and a pillow between his hands, and Emma over the stove, cooking something that smells like eggs and bacon.

"Good morning." My voice comes out huskier than I expected causing Emma to spin around.

"Well well well, look who's up." She flips the bacon and passes me a glass of water and an aspirin. I smile at her thoughtfulness before taking the aspirin and drinking the whole glass of water.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I run my hands over my face, trying to rub the sleep off of my eyes. I take a seat on the counter stalls.

"From where do I begin," She says and prepares 4 plates with some bacon and 2 eggs and leaves 2 of them on the counter and one in front of me. My stomach growls at the sight but as always, I ignore it. Emma takes a seat across from me and dives into her plate.

"Well," She swallows her first bite. "You were dancing with and on everyone, taking shots like you were drinking water, lost at beer pong twice, disappeared at some point until Jeongin found you at the roof." That I remember. Images of Minho and bits of our conversation flash through my mind. "You spilled vodka on Hyunjin and you were laughing like a kid the whole time." She adds.

"Ugh" I rest my head on the counter. "I haven't drunk like that in a hot minute. My body wasn't ready."

"At least you didn't throw up there." She pats my head. "You waited until we were home this time. I'm proud."

Hyunjin enters the kitchen, rubbing his hands all over his face. "My head is killing me." He says in a raspy voice. He takes a seat beside me and Emma pushes a plate in front of him along with a glass of water and an aspirin as well.

"Oh my god, thanks Em, you're an angel" He groans.

"See," She turns to me. "There's always worst."

"Where's Felix?" He asks, his mouth full.

"Sleeping." Emma nods her head towards the couch.

Hyunjin turns to look at him. "Why is he sleeping on the couch?" He frowns.

"Cause he said that now that I have a boyfriend, it's not right to sleep with me." She rolls her eyes.

"Boyfriend?" I smirk.

A light color appears on her cheeks. "You know what I mean." She mutters.

"Are you guys like, together?" Hyunjin ask.

"I don't know," Emma shrugs. "Last night we went upstairs and we talked again, like a lot" She emphasizes by slightly widening her eyes. "He told me that he really likes me and that he hasn't felt this type of connection in a long time and stuff like that. And then we hooked up."

"Get it Em." Hyunjin grins.

"Wow, he must actually like you." I say.

"You think?" She drops her eyes to her plate.

"Yeah," Hyunjin swallows the last piece of bacon, clearing his plate. "If he wasn't interested he would just fuck you and leave it at that." He drops his plate to the sink and sits back down. "I saw how you guys were. He was all over you from the minute we walked in till the minute we left."

"You've got a point." She finally says.

"What time is it?" Felix's deep voice makes our heads snap to the couch. He's up and walking towards us. His voice is incredibly deep in general, but especially in the morning, he sounds like fucking Darth Vader.

"Morning sunshine." Hyunjin grins at him.

"It's 12.30. " Emma says placing a plate and a glass of water in front of him as well. Felix takes a seat.

"My back hurts" He whines.

"Well, I told you to sleep with me" Emma argues but Felix just shakes his head.

"You could've slept with me and Hyunjin with Em." I say

"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "I don't care that Em has a boyfriend now." He speaks the last words of the sentence a little louder.

"Shut up." She pushes him but he just laughs.

Felix's eyes are still swollen from sleep, his lips double the size, and his hair going in every direction. "Yeah, I didn't think of that."

"We have class today right?" I question

"Shit"

"Fuck me"

Both Felix and Hyunjin groan. "You guys should get going, then. And take a shower." Emma says

They both look at her and begin to smell their clothes, and I laugh.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower as well. I'll see you in class." I get up.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hyunjin looks up at me.

I ignore the knowing look he's giving me ."I'm not hungry" I mumble and disappear down the hall.

I let out an audible sigh when the hot water hits my skin. All of my muscles are so sore from last night that our 3-hour technique class sounds torturous. I don't regret it though, I had fun. Actual fun with people, in a place where I don't have to look over my shoulder in case Jackson or one of his friends, is there. It felt nice, to be with a different crowd. I've only seen Chan's friends a few times but I can feel that they're going to grow on me. Minho takes over my mind, despite the effort that I've been putting in since last night, not to think about him. I don't know if I'm more shocked by his story or by the fact that he spoke to me about it. His honesty caught me by surprise. I didn't think that he would open up to me in that way, considering the fact that he's been nothing but ironic and bluntly rude towards me. Chan did say that he's been through a lot but I didn't really expect anything like that. The more I think about it, the more curious I feel myself getting about him. He seems like the type of guy that has a lot of layers. The type of guy that makes you wanna get invested and try to understand everything that is hidden underneath all the pain and trauma that he silently carries. I shake the thoughts off my head. I'm not trying to get myself in a complicated situation once again. I've done this back-and-forth thing and it didn't end well. I force myself not to annalize everything that happened last night anymore and ignore all the questions and thoughts about him, cause curiosity leads to interest and interest isn't good.

I gave up on trying to look better than I felt and got ready in 10 minutes by just putting my hair in a low bun and throwing a black leotard and tights on. Somehow Felix and Hyunjin manage to look alive again and ready for class in only 1 hour. They were dressed in their dance clothes with fresh-looking faces and their hair perfectly brushed backward. They were great dancers, the best in our year to be honest. Two completely different dancers. Felix is sharp. His arms and legs are strong, completing every move perfectly, and hitting every beat. He's balanced and clean with powerful and fast movements. Felix is a technical dancer. Hyunjin is a performer. He takes every choreography and owns it. His style and his incredible facial expressions make him stand out. No matter the dance genre, every move is filled with emotion and passion. He somehow manages to look so smooth yet so powerful at the same time. It's like he's playing a character every time he dances. He's sassy and sexy to the point that it's hard not to look at him when he steps on stage. These two together; they're perfection. I, like everyone, started with ballet. I've danced in almost every style, but contemporary is my favorite. When I dance I feel free. All of my emotions come rushing out of me and I can feel them leave my body as I dance. I relax and I can breathe. Dance has always been a comfort of mine, but it doesn't feel the same anymore. I don't dance for myself. It's not a way for me to let loose anymore. I have to be better. I knew I had to turn quicker, land lighter and smile brighter. Since I got into college, I had to learn control in order to get better. My feet had to be more pointed. my legs straighter, my waist smaller. I know that now I'm a great dancer with great technique. What I'm missing is passion. Energy. Emotion. I'm missing all of the things I had before. I had to trade raw passion for technique. I was told that I had to calm down, and I did but now I feel like I've turned into a machine. Simply executing the moves, never performing.

"That's it for today, everyone. I'll see you all on Wednesday." Mrs. Miller claps her hands together and exits the class with a smile and a small nod. I let out a sigh and rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath. My body feels completely and utterly numb and I just wanna lay in my bed for the next 5 years. I walk to the side of the class to collect my bag and water bottle. Hyunjin catches up with me just as I'm about to exit the classroom.

"You look dead." He bluntly says, throwing his bag over his shoulder. I search over my shoulder for Felix, spotting him talking with a few of our classmates. He gives me a nod, meaning that we should leave without him, and I send a wave back before pulling Hyunjin by the elbow and walking out the door.

"You're so kind, thank you." I say with a straight face.

He grins and pulls me into a side hug. "You know what I mean. You look like you're going to pass out. What's going on?"

"We were out late last night, I didn't get enough sleep." I answer mechanically.

He sighs, almost like he's telling me that he knows better than to believe me. "It's not just sleep. It's drinking water and eating like a normal person. You're doing nothing out of the three." All the humor is now gone as his tone turns serious. "You're not going to make it to the end of the semester if you keep this up. You claim that you're not being the best you can be but how are expecting to do that if you don't take care of yourself?" He continues his lecture and even though I know he's right, hearing it for the 50th time won't change a thing. I'm trying. I really am. It's just harder than it seems. Developing a healthy relationship with food in an environment like this is hard.

"Hyunjin, I know. I'm trying." I keep my tone low.

"I know, babe, and I'm always here if you need anything but you have to push yourself a bit more yeah? Ask for help. Take a break. Try to help yourself in some way." He gazes down at me with worried eyes.

I close my eyes. This conversation is getting too much already. "Okay."

He opens the door with the hand that isn't wrapped around my shoulders. "Do you want me to drive you home?"

l shake my head. "It's fine, I'll walk."

"You sure?" He unlocks his car.

"Yeah." I bring my hands around his waist and give him a light squeeze. "Thanks for caring." It truly means so much to me, to know that I have people who actually give a damn about me.

He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead. "Always." And gets in his car.

Minho's POV:

I fucked up. I fucked up big time. It was like something took over me and I couldn't shut the fuck up. She just came out of nowhere. Again. And she was drunk again and she was smiling too much. Again. I don't know how but self-control just flew out the window and before I could stop myself I spilled half of my fucking story to her. Maybe I find the fact that she's drunk every time appealing. People tend to be a lot less judgmental when they're drunk. And most importantly; they remember less. Either way, things are not going as planned. I stayed upstairs trying to avoid bumping into her and somehow she fucking found me. I don't like this. She shouldn't be here. I wasn't supposed to see her again. I've been feeling on edge for the past week now and it's honestly draining. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. I have to ignore my thoughts. I have to ignore her. I thought it would be easy, I don't even know her. Why is it that I keep thinking about it?

I wipe the sweat that's dripping down the sides of my face with the back of my hand as I slam the door of the dance studio shut. I made sure that her class was finished until I came here, not really in the mood for a round 2. My whole body is sore and my heartbeat hasn't slowed down yet. I had missed this feeling so much. It's been only a few months since I started training again and I beat myself up for stopping every single day. It's what I love to do. A way for me to take a fucking breath.

I throw my bag in the back seat before driving off. It's so convenient that our apartment is so close to campus. A lot of times I would walk home, but driving really grew on me. I love it.

"Back already?" Jisung comes out of the kitchen just as I'm opening the front door.

"Don't you have class?" I throw my keys on the little table beside the door and remove my shoes.

"I skipped." He shrugs. "I have an essay to work on anyway."

I walk up the stairs. Jisung's following right behind me. "Shit, me too." I groan. I fucking hate college. All I wanna do is dance and make music. "Fuck it, I'll do it later, I need to sleep." I reach my bedroom door.

Jisung's eyes narrow. "Is everything okay?" He rests his hand on the wall besides my door.

I immediately turn my head away from his gaze. He knows me too well and I don't have time to talk about shit right now. "Yeah, I'm just tired." I open the door, hoping he will get the message.

He glances at me one more time before taking a step back. "Okay." He brushes my hair back. He always does this. I hated it at first but just like jisung, it grew on me. "Get some rest." He turns around and disappears down the hall. I let out a small sigh and close my door. I'm grateful for him. I really am. I don't know if I would be here right now if it wasn't for him. He basically saved me. A lot of people did. With their actions, with words, with ideas, or by simply being there. Jisung was there. He was there every time, picking up the pieces that he didn't create. Chan was there. He helped me open my eyes and pushed me to explore different sides of myself. He gave me a new dream. My sister was there, offering me a smile whenever the world frowned at me. Someone is always there. I'm tired of owning my life to others. I don't know how even though I grew up by myself and did everything on my own, I still somehow managed to hold on to people to keep me alive. Fuck, I'm tired.

I open my balcony door and step out. I place a cigarette between my lips and light it up, taking a puff. Inhale, exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Y/N's POV:

I love Christmas. I love everything about it. It's a family holiday though, so I never got to fully experience what it meant to have Christmas with your family. Things like exchanging gifts, having Christmas breakfast together, and celebrating the new year together didn't happen in my house. I still loved it though. The weather, the way everything was beautifully decorated, and just the wave of happiness that came with Christmas were enough for me. It's been the past few years that I've been actually celebrating Christmas with my Mom. Shit happened and things changed but me and her are now inseparable. She's all I have. She's always been more like a best friend, probably due to our small age gap. She suffered a lot, but her light never left. Her light, fun, and kind personality stayed even after years of pain. She came out stronger. I find myself wishing I was half as strong as she is.

"I'll be fine mom." I roll my eyes even though, I know she can't see me. I put her on speaker as I continued to write the essay I'd been working on before she called.

"I could come and stay with you for a few days, I'm sure Will won't mind" She presses.

"No Mom, go have fun with Will in London, I'm more than happy to stay here for Christmas. All of my friends will be here anyway, it's going to be super fun." I try to reassure her. It took my mom a long time to get back into dating after everything that happened but she was never one to give up on love. She's such a hopeless romantic that, even her traumatic past relationships didn't stop her from falling in love again. Will is a family friend and has been for years. He was by my mom's side through almost everything as a friend. A time came when me and my mom lived with him for a little while and that's when it clicked for them. He's a great guy and I couldn't be happier for her.

She let out a big sigh, and I almost laughed at how dramatic she was being. "Fine, but remember to text me at all times and call me first to wish me both 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy New Year'."

It's the first time we're gonna spend the holiday apart. My mom is going to Will's house in London like we did last year for Christmas but this time, for some reason, I wanna experience this by myself. "Sure thing Mom" I laughed. She's not really happy about me staying here.

"Is Chan going to be there as well?" Even though I've only known Chan for almost 3 years, he's basically a part of my family. It took us a few months until we became inseparable and we went everywhere together. He met my whole family and spent every holiday with me. Chan doesn't really have a family. Not one that he was close with at least, so I think he found comfort in being with me and my mom. Plus, my mother absolutely loved him.

"Yes mom, don't worry. I have to go now, I need to study."

"Okay baby, I'll talk to you later. " She said before hanging up.

I love her and I love talking to her but I have so much work to do. I am a dance major but sometimes I forget that I actually have to study. I take a deep breath and a sip of my third coffee of the day getting ready to dive back into it.

A door slams.

Emma throws her bag to the floor and takes off her shoes. I give her a quick glance but I have to do a double-take when I notice her bloodshot eyes.

"What happened?" I shoot up from the couch and run towards her. She shakes her head and wraps her hands around me, burying her face in my neck. I immediately react, squeezing her tight.

"It's okay." I whisper, trying to calm her down. We stay like that for a minute, until Emma's breathing comes out normally and she's not shaking anymore. We take a seat on the couch.

"Is it Seungmin?" I finally ask. She shakes her head and relief fills my body. I wouldn't want to hurt one of Chan's friends but if he had pulled anything with her, I would've.

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sighs. "I'm not okay. I've had 2 anxiety attacks today and I-I feel like I can't function. " Her words come out rushed and blended together and from that alone, I can understand just how everything in her head must be right now. Emma has really bad anxiety, it's one thing that we have in common. She's there for me and I'm there for her, cause we understand just how hard it is to deal with this on a daily basis. "I have to finish my script and I have a shit tone of scenes to film and everyone is asking me things and expecting me to be in charge of everything and I just can't. " She continues, ignoring the tears that fill her eyes. "Everyone's expecting me to be good but I feel like I can't do anything right. We were planning this shoot for days and I forgot my camera at Seungmin's house, that's why I left class. I just- I wanna breathe."

"Hey," I take her face between my hands. "Listen to me, I know that you have so much on your plate right now. I understand, but you can't neglect your mental health. Em, you're overworking yourself, reactions like this are expected when you never relax." I brush some of the hair that's sticking to her cheeks. "You stay here okay? Take some time to relax and calm down. I'll go over to Seungmin's place and grab the camera. You still have almost an hour until shooting right?" I check the time on my phone.

She nods. She takes a big breath and nods a few more times. "Thank you so much Y/n."

"You would have done the same for me. " I smile at her. "Actually, you have."

She giggles. . . . . I texted Jisung to see if he was home, on my way there but he still hasn't answered when I reach the door to their apartment. When I offered to come and pick her camera up, the fact that Minho lives there as well didn't really cross my mind. As much as I don't want, I have been thinking about last night more than I should have. And I hate how my nerves begin to grow as I reach their door.

Jisung's face breaks into a smile the minute he opens the door. "Hey kid, what are you doing here?" He steps aside, gesturing me to come inside. Their apartment looks different in the daylight. A lot cleaner and much more bright. There's a big living area in the middle of the room with 2 big white couches and a few armchairs. Jisung leads me into the kitchen, that's right beside the living room. I really like their kitchen. It's open and huge, everything is black and white

"I came to pick up Emma's camera, I texted you but you didn't answer. " I take a seat on a stool.

"Oh yeah, sorry I was studying. " He nods, filling up a glass of water and passing it to me. "Damn, and I thought you missed me."

"Nah." I tease, taking the cup of water in my hands. "Are you alone?"

"No, Minho and Changbin are in their rooms." He leans on the counter, placing his elbows on it. "Did you have fun last night?"

I groan, throwing my head back. "Don't even get me started, I have the worst hangover."

"So you had fun." He smiles. "It sure looked like it yesterday."

I cover my face with my hands. "Oh, my god."

He reaches over and pulls my hands away. "Stop. You enjoyed yourself, that was the point." Last night's party was different than any other that we've been to and I did have a great time nevertheless. "This weekend it's game night."

"Game night?" For some reason, I don't like the sound of that.

"Yep." He nods. "We just get together, play games, and drink. It's pretty chill." He explains. Yeah, I definitely do not like the sound of that. "Of course, all of you guys are invited."

I let out a small smile. "We appreciate it." I say, avoiding giving him a straightforward answer.

"Just think about it."

I nod. "Okay, we'll see." Jisung's eyes focus on something behind me and I curiously turn around as well. Minho is walking towards the kitchen. My stomach instantly tightens at the sight. He wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and I can't keep my eyes from falling down his exposed stomach. Fuck, he does work out. The lines of his abs look like their carved by the gods. I blink several times, forcing my eyes to his face. His head is hanging low as he rubs his eyes with his palms.

"Well, look who's up?" Jisung grins. Minho drops his hands from his face and his eyes immediately find mine. His walking slows down and his eyes freeze on my face for a few seconds. I stare back, searching for anything that will help me figure out how to act towards him after last night but he gives me nothing. The surprise lasted only a few seconds until it turned into nothing. He kept his face blank and completely unreadable as he walked past me and towards the fridge. "You slept for like 4 hours."

Minho scans the fridge with his eyes. "Yeah, I was too tired." He pulls out the milk. Jisung opens a cupboard and takes out some cereal and a bowl. "Thanks" Minho mumbles as he puts some cereal in the bowl and pours the milk over them. I try not to smile at the fact that he puts the cereal first. Thank god.

Jisung runs his hand through Minho's messy hair a few times, trying to push them backwards while Minho's gaze stays focused on mixing his cereal. Jisung gives Minho's hair one final push and places his hands back on the counter. He turns to look at me, realizing that I'm still here. I awkwardly smile as his eyes go from me to Minho and then back to me.

He clears his throat. "Y/n's here to pick up Emma's camera." Minho just nods a few times as he takes a spoonful of his cereal, keeping his eyes set on the counter in front of him. Jisung looks at me after a few seconds of silence, his lips in a thin line with a look in his eyes almost as if he's apologizing for Minho's behavior. I shrug, shaking my head.

"I invited them over for game night this weekend. " He continues. "Changbin will probably make his signature cocktails, you will love them." He turns to me and I force a small giggle, trying to appear unbothered by the fact that Minho's completely ignoring me right now.

I see his jaw tightening, momentarily. "Cool." He says still keeping his eyes glued to the counter, refusing to make any eye contact with me. I keep my face natural, solving all the questions I want to ask him down my throat. I decide to break the silence that has taken over the three of us.

"I'm down, sounds fun." I turn to Jisung, maintaining my tone light.

"You guys could sleep over afterwards. " He further suggests, getting more excited. "Most of you are going to get wasted anyway."

Minho drops the now empty bowl in the sink, the sound making my and Jisung's head turn to him, but his face stays unbothered. "We don't have that much space."

Jisung rolls his eyes."Bullshit. Emma is probably gonna sleep with Seungmin so I'm sure that 3 people can sleep in this huge ass house" He waves his hands around.

"Yeah but-"

"We'll see" I cut Minho off, trying to end their small disagreement. His eyes look at mine for the first time since he got in the kitchen. The smallest shift is visible in his gaze, only for a few seconds until his eyes hardened, making me swallow hard but he breaks our eye contact with a sigh. I drop my eyes to my glass of water. What the fuck? This felt like he was just, backing down. He hasn't made a single comment, he hasn't referred to me not even once or acted in any teasing or bluntly rude way towards me. He's simply ignoring me.

I turn to Jisung. "Can you please bring me Em's camera? because I have to get going in a few."

"Yeah, sure thing babe." He nods understandably, realizing my discomfort but before he can take a single step, Minho walks past me and out of the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway.

I lock eyes with Jisung. An apologetic look on his face.

"He's not an asshole I swear." he shakes his head.

"Well, he's an asshole to me for some reason" I shrug.

"Don't mind him," He walks past me, brushing his hand on my shoulder. "I'll bring Emma's camera."

I don't know how but I've managed to see Minho every day for the past 3 days. Tuesday night; I was leaving the dance studio, I was looking at my phone, texting Chan if he could pick me up cause I was exhausted when I felt my body bump into someone else. Minho simply looked at me before letting out a quite audible sigh and walking past me. Wednesday afternoon; me, Felix and Hyunjin went by their apartment to pick up Changbin cause we made plans to go for drinks. Minho was the one to open the door. He offered Hyunjin and Felix a pat on their shoulders, inviting them inside with a smile on his lips that dropped when they walked further into the living room. He turned around and followed them, leaving me by the door, not spearing me a single glance. Thursday morning; I went by the music building to say 'Hi' to Chan since I was early for my class. All of them were there, chilling on a few benches outside their classroom. Minho kept his eyes glued to his phone, as I chatted with the rest of the guys, not speaking a single word to me. Again.

This is getting ridiculous. I don't know what his problem is but the more we hang out with Chan's friends the more uncomfortable this is getting. He's literary giving me a headache and even though a huge part of me wants to confront him and simply ask him why is he acting this way, I force myself to remember one thing I had to learn the hard way; there's not always a reason for the way people treat you and you don't always get an apology or an explanation. Sometimes you just have to ignore it and move on. I shake my head, removing my headphones as I push the door of the dance studio open. My legs walk down the familiar path to the room that I always use as I keep my eyes on my phone, but the sound of music makes my head snap upwards. Almost all of the dance rooms have glass instead of walls, giving you a clear view inside of them. That's why I usually dance with the lights really low, I'm trying to avoid as much as possible drawing any attention to me since there are no blinds in most of the rooms. Through the glass, a male figure is visible. He has the lights really low too as he dances, with his back facing me. I take a step forward, narrowing my eyes in attempt to see his face but as he takes a turn I inhale sharply. He has to be doing this on purpose, there is no other explanation. He's suddenly everywhere, It's like I can't escape him. What is he doing here anyway? I've been using this room for a long time and have never seen him here. I feel a sudden heat in my stomach. Frustrated, I push the doors open. Minho stops at the sound and his eyes meet mine through the mirror. His brown hair is a mess and drops of sweat are falling from the sides of his forehead and down his neck. His white t-shirt is almost soaked, sticking to his toned chest, the outline of his abs slightly visible. His chest is rising and falling, quick breaths leaving his mouth as his wild eyes stare at me.

"What are you doing here? I've never seen you use this room" I spoke up first. He reaches for his phone, and turns off the music, before grabbing his water bottle, drowning almost half of it. He turned his back on me, ignoring me once again. I crossed my hands in front of my chest, my anger building.

"Are you gonna keep ignoring me? How old are you?" I say through my teeth, trying to stay calm. He drops his water bottle to the ground and takes a deep breath, still not looking up from the ground.

"Minho" The tone of my voice sounds demanding and a little pleading at the same time. His dark eyes snap to mine and he looks like he wants to run. An unfamiliar wave of sadness rushes through me that quickly resolves into anger. I try to hold it in, but the more he looks at me like that, the weaker I get.

"What did I do?" I pathetically ask.

His eyes twitched with confusion. "What?" He says. I feel a little relieved by the fact that he actually talked to me and didn't just walk past me and out of the dance room.

"I must have done something for you to ignore me literally out of nowhere." I take a few steps towards him. I hate how I'm being right now but I can't stop the words from coming out. I want answers. "Tell me."

He finally turns around and quickly holds his hand up between us. My legs freeze. He holds my gaze, his eyes hard and dark looking in mine. I stare back. He stares hard. I stare harder.

"Fuck" He breaks. He starts pacing and running his hands through his hair.

Here we go again.

"Hey," I try to gain his attention but he keeps walking back and forth. For some reason, I'm beginning to get anxious. The way his acting right now is making me anxious. "Hey," I say again, a little louder. He lifts his head at my raised tone but keeps walking back and forth. His breathing is extra hard but he tries to cover it up, his fists clenching and unclenching. I take a few more careful steps towards him. "Relax" I soften my voice. "Talk to me"

"But I don't wanna talk to you, that's the problem." He almost yells, making me jump slightly. My legs immediately move backwards. He seems to notice, cause his eyes turn softer, only for a few seconds before anger takes over his whole face.

"Fuck" He yells again and turns around. I'm standing here, completely lost. What the fuck is going on with him? Why is there so much bottled-up anger towards me? The self-doubt and anxiety start creeping in once again, and I stare at his back, trying to put my thoughts in order. I'm once again putting myself in a position where I'm trying to understand someone who doesn't want to be understood. Where I care about things and people I shouldn't and where I'm building a situation in my mind to be bigger than it actually is. I don't know why I'm taking his dislike of me so seriously and I don't know why he's yelling but my body won't move. Somehow I can't bring myself to walk away right now cause for some reason I don't want it to be like this. Complicated things scare me and this is getting way too complicated. I don't want it to be complicated.

"Why don't you wanna talk to me? I don't understand-"

"You don't have to understand" He raises his tone even more. "What you have to do is leave me alone." He says, sounding almost pleading.

Leave him alone? I narrow my eyes at him. Does he think I'm some kind of stray that follows him around begging for his attention when he's the one picking unnecessary fights with me?

"I'm not chasing you around dude." I defend, my anger coming back at his statement. "Chill out. We have mutual friends, and bumping into each other is inevitable. And besides, you're the one who's been picking a fight with me every chance he gets. You're the one that sticks his nose in someone else's business. You're the one opening up to me about your past." I move forward. "You're the one who's unreasonably ignoring a person who's done nothing wrong and you're the one yelling in my fucking face right now." My chest is burning with rage. He sure has some nerve to say that I'm the one following him around.

He stays quiet, probably cause he knows he's in the wrong. His jaw is set to the point where his lips have turned into a thin line. His eyes are shooting fire and yet, he says nothing. Again. I'm over-floating with frustration, my insides are literally screaming. "Is this about what happened at the party?" I find the courage to ask, eyeing him carefully.

By the way his face hardens, I know I'm right. He's facing me now, standing only about 2 meters away from me and looking at me like he's debating on what he's going to say.

"Do you want me to be honest?" His eyes challenge me.

"Yes," I breathe out. "Give me a truth, for once." I challenge back.

"I don't know what came over me that night. I don't do shit like that ever and I'm fucking mad at myself for spilling half of my fucking story to you." He waves his hand at me disgracefully. " Fuck I really don't know why I did that, it's embarrassing." He looks like he's talking mostly to himself at this point. "I just wanna forget about it, and you being in my fucking face all the goddamn time isn't helping" He takes a step towards me.

I'm going to actually hit him. "I'm not in your face all the time" I yell, unable to control my temper at this point. "Like I said-"

"I don't care." He laughs and lifts his hands in the air, frustrated as well.

"Look, I don't really know what kind of personal issues you have, but stop making a situation more than it is. You opened up about some things and I did the same, what's the problem?" I run my hand through my hair, trying to bring the tones down but he's not having it.

"The problem is that I don't know you," He takes another step towards me, closing the gap between us slowly. "And frankly, I don't want to" He breathes out a laugh and I can feel my body stiffen. "The fact that we met a year ago or that I helped you escape your fucking ex doesn't mean we have any sort of connection." His tone drops lower with each word just like my heart. "Maybe I pitied you," He says, and I can tell that he knows that his words will cut through me like a knife, by the time it took for him to speak them. My stomach turns as I fight to keep the tears from filling my eyes. "Maybe I happened to be simply there." He's standing right in front of me and I stare at him, my hands turning into fists to my sides, wanting to scream at him but not a single word escapes my lips.

"What?" He raises his chin, looking down at me, with a small smile. "No more whining about me being rude without a reason?" he mocks, dropping his face to my eye level with his bottom lip pouting slightly and anger rushes through my whole body, hitting me like a train. Without thinking about it, I lift my right hand, slapping him across his face. The sound fills the room, followed by a few seconds of silence. Minho doesn't move an inch, his eyes are glued to the ground and his jaw is set as redness begins to appear on his left cheek. But I couldn't care less right now. I can feel my whole body boiling with anger.

"Fuck you. " I spit through my teeth "You're not gonna stand there and make me feel like shit about myself because you have your own personal fucking problems." Tears build up in my eyes but I don't let them fall. I turn around but before I manage to reach the door his hand grips my elbow tightly, forcing me to turn around. He backs me up and slams me against the glass besides the door. His eyes burn with fury as he towers over me, holding both of my wrists in his hands between our bodies. His sudden actions caught me by surprise and a gasp escaped my lips. Waves of emotions fill my body as I stare at him with wide eyes. Fear mixed with the tiniest hint of excitement overtakes my brain when he drops his face lower, our noses almost touching. Deep, sharp breaths go through his nose, his chest rising and falling.

"Don't do that." His voice drops lower than I've ever heard him speak, sending chills down my spine. I hold my breath, unable to look away from the intensity of his gaze. His eyes flicker to my lips and he rests his forehead against mine. My mind screamed. Unexpected, overwhelming emotions begin to spread through me like I'm falling under a spell. His body presses against mine, his scent is everywhere, and his perfect, heart-shaped, full lips right in front of me. I let my own eyes fall to them only for a second before looking back to his eyes only to find him staring at my lips as well. He lets out a breath and brings his face an inch closer to mine, our lips almost brushing. My heart started beating like a fucking drum.

"Fuck" He growls, closing his eyes.

"Minho.." I whisper and his eyes snap to mine. He releases a breath and pushes himself away from me, taking the heat of his body with him, leaving me completely frozen. He grabs his bag and before I have any time to say or do anything he's out of the room.

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BLACK ROSES PT. 3

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word Count: 1.5K (i think)

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of drugs, g*n violence, illegal dealings. He does something weird at the end.

*((((A/N: words in bold are her conscience and words spoken in Korean are in italics ))))*

Flower of the day: The name Agapanthus is derived from the Greek: agapē meaning "love", and another Greek word anthos meaning "flower", together meaning Love Flower or Flower of Love.

She stared at me like I just grew two heads.

“Madam, please calm down.” she spoke completely ignoring my question.

I stared at her wide eyed. “Calm down? Girl…who are you?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, pinching her nose out of annoyance.

“He couldn't find a more annoying slut to play with?” she spoke in her home tongue.

Suddenly, she stepped closer to the bed and stretched her hand out “I am Ji-eun, Mr. Lee’s maid. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss.”

I eyed her…and I eyed her damn hard.

“I’m Y/N” Carefully I took her hand in mine and shook…slowly.

She pulled her hand back and smiled “I know miss Y/N , Mr. Lee already told me. Speaking of which he requests an immediate audience with you”.

Now it was my turn to stare at her like she just grew two heads. “Who is Mr. Lee and why does he want an audience with me?”

She stared at me incredulously “Mr. Lee is the owner of this house and a member of the NCT Mafia. How do you not know this? He is the one that brought you here.”

You know that feeling you get when you’re sure your ancestors are warning you to get the heck out of a very specific situation?

Yeah…that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now.

Not good

Not f*cking good at all.

How the f*ck did I get involved with the mafia?

I covered my face with my hands and screamed loudly. “Jesus, my grandma is rolling in her grave…all those Sunday Morning church services gone to waste.”

Uncovering my face and found Ji-eun staring at me and muttering something under her breath.

“It's not only annoying, but also crazy... Good job Mr. Lee.”

Paying her no mind I looked down at myself and realized I was still wrapped up in the very very very soft sheets of this bed…

‘Normal people would have jumped up by now, wouldn’t they?’ My conscience questioned sharply.

Which led me to do just that…except my foot got tangled in the sheets and I face planted on an equally soft carpet.

My fall caused Ji-eun to run to my side and help me up.

Finally standing, I asked her a question that I should have left alone.

“What’s Mr. Lee’s first name?”

She huffed and straightened her uniform. “Mr Lee’s name is Jeno…Lee Jeno.”

Pretty sure my ass cheeks clenched like a fist.

There was absolutely no way she just said that.

“Lee…Jeno? Are you sure girl?” I asked.

Ji-eun was growing frustrated. I could see it on her face.

“Miss Y/N Mr. Lee is Lee Jeno owner of this house and a member of the NCT Mafia. As I mentioned earlier, he’s expecting an audience with you right now.” She said passive aggressively.

I stared at her for what felt like hours.

“Why does he want to see me?” my heart was now in my throat.

Ji-eun furrowed her brows and tilted her head confusingly “Do you not remember last night?”

“Mr. Lee carried you here whilst you were unconscious, said you passed out from shock.” She continued.

Suddenly, the memory came rushing to me causing me to gasp.

“I WITNESSED A MURDER!” I shouted.

‘Nope…you heard it’ my conscience corrected.

As I came to the realization, I felt like I was going to throw up.

Was he going to kill me?

‘Probably’

What if he wants me to join the mafia to keep a close eye on me?

‘Bitch please, you can’t even kill a roach so that’s null.’

“Miss Y/N we must leave now He does not like to wait.” Ji-eun said urgently.

Let’s just get this over with…what’s the worst that could happen?

‘Death, you dumb bitch.’

“Okay, let’s go then” I replied.

I started walking towards the exit when I felt a pull on the back of my shirt causing me to turn around.

“You must freshen up and change first Miss Y/N” Ji-eun said curtly gesturing to the neatly folded clothes on the nightstand.

“Oh, right” I said embarrassed. I as so worked up I didn’t even realize I was still in last night’s attire.

“I will be waiting for you on the outside” Ji-eun said before walking out.

Taking the clothes, I went into what must have been the bathroom.

As expected, it was luxurious. The floors and walls were granite and the shower and sink had black accentuations.

Placing the clothes on the vanity, I stripped down and stepped into the shower.

After a couple minutes I emerged from the bathroom fresh and changed.

I took a couple deep breaths before leaving the room and coming face to face with Ji-eun.

“Let’s go.” She spoke.

We walked for what felt like an eternity of passing many luxurious vases and pictures in the dark hallway, we finally reached our destination.

“He is right through here. Knock and wait for his reply. Goodbye Miss Y/N” Ji-eun rushed out and then practically ran away leaving me here.

I stared at the Large two handled door. It was all that stood in my way, shielding me from the monster who would be my ultimate demise.

With shaky hands I knocked three times

KNOCK

“Come.” A gruff and familiar voice shouted from behind the door.

I opened the door and stepped into what looked like a home office.

The walls were a dark blue and barren of pictures. The floor was of hard dark wood and the only lighting in the room came from a small lamp on the desk which stood in the centre of the room.

Behind that desk was none other than ‘Nono’ aka Jeno aka Lee Jeno aka A member of the fucking mafia

Sitting comfortably in his chair with his head titled and a smirk on his lips.

“Hello Y/N” only two word left his mouth but somehow it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Hello Sir.” I replied.

I must have said something funny because next thing I know he threw his head back and started to laugh

“So now I’m Sir?” He smiled, amusement still dancing in his dark eyes.

I felt like I was about to piss myself.

“In other circumstances I would have been pleased to hear that from you but I’m afraid that this isn’t one of those circumstances.” He continued with a slight frown etched on his face.

Slowly he stood up from his chair and started the pace towards me.

Without realizing it I had started to step back and eventually my back was pressed against the door.

“Running will only make this harder for you flower.” he taunted.

He found this funny.

The sick bastard.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, now more annoyed than scared.

He now stood directly in front of me, his chest in my line of sight.

After long beats of silence, he hooked his index finger under my chin and lifted my head upwards.

“What did you see last night?” He asked.

Shut your mouth bitch… you did not see anything!

Tell him your vision is 20/200 or something.

“I didn’t see anything, matter of fact I have no idea what you’re talking about”. Good. play dumb.

He raised his eyebrow in amusement. “Y/N don’t lie to me. Regardless of what you might think, I’m trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.” I spat.

“I don’t feel secure right now. Honestly, it feels like you’re gonna blow my head off my body any second”

He dropped his hand from my face and stepped back. “Yet, your attitude doesn’t seem like it.”

I huffed and crossed my arms. “I saw nothing so I would like to leave thank you”.

He sighed and began walking back to his chair “You saw nothing, but you definitely heard something flower. What happened last night you were not meant to be there so I’m afraid you can’t leave.”

sorry?

“What?’” I questioned dumbfounded.

He sat on the edge of his table and stared on a random light fixture in the corner of the room “I have enemies. You saw- I mean heard something you shouldn’t have and then ran to me for help. You now have a target on your back. “

‘You did it now child all of them sins are catching up to you’.

I could practically hear my grandma’s voice.

“No. I won’t stay here” I decided.

He directed his eyes to me “Yes, you will. Why? Because I said so.”

Tears were prickling my eyes.

Someone is trying to take my freedom again.

I can’t go back to that place again.

“I’m not an object. You cannot control me”.

He growled in annoyance.

Taking quick strides towards me he grabbed my jaw.

“You are not an object but the minute I stepped into that store I craved you. It’s your fault you chose my chest to run into. You innocently signed your life over to me so as of now I own your very being. You belong to me. So yes, I can make decisions for you.”

Tears were strolling down my face.

What have I done?

“I hate you” I gritted out.

He smirked and with slow movements started to lick my tears.

He closed his eyes and savoured the salty taste.

“But for how long?”

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