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tkaulitzz · 2 months

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𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 .𝟎𝟐

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info/cw: ANGST TO SMUT, fem x dom!tom, p in v, oral

synopsis: fixing things after your choice at a halloween party

PT. 1 HERE

more under cut :)

"Fuck, Tom. Just listen to me!" I closed the front door behind me as I watched him storm off, not bothering to turn on the lights. I cursed under my breath, sliding off my boots. The guilt drilled into my stomach as I felt up my fly that wasn't even fully zipped. I followed behind him as he threw the mask onto our leather couch. I groaned, bumping my hips into the armrest as I chased after him. "Tom, please."

"I don't wanna fucking hear it, " He grumbled.

His tone stabbed at me like broken glass pieces that I was stepping on. He swung open our bedroom door, peeling off his black cloak. I stayed by the door as he stood by the end of our bed, not daring to look at me.

"Tom..." I couldn't even explain myself.

He plopped onto the bed, his elbows propped up onto his knees. I bit my lip as he sat there, shirtless. It's so selfish of me, but who can blame me? Every time I saw his figure, it was like seeing him for the first time again.

"I don't wanna see your face, " He muttered, slightly shaking.

My whole body ached as if I had run a whole mile from the sight. I slowly stepped over, the soft carpet kissing my socks as if it were a runway for my bed. The mattress dipped under me as I sat next to him, gently reaching out to his shoulder. His skin was soft under my touch as his shoulder moved up and down. His heavy breathing matched my heartbeat as I leaned in.

"I love you, Tom. I really do, " My lips brushed against his knuckles.

He put his hands down, turning his face toward me. My breath hitched as I watched a tear roll off his cheek. I held his cheek, my face heating up from the sight. I could tell he wanted to give in, yet he kept his lips shut. My heart pulled at his as I wiped the tears rolling down his cheek. I leaned in, kissing the tears that I couldn't catch.

"You can't just come and try to make me forgive you, " He sniffled, turning his face away.

I kept my hand on his face, beginning to kiss his ear. I wouldn't forgive myself either.

"I'm not asking for you to forgive me, " I swiped my thumb over his cheek like I had never felt him a thousand times before.

I savored the way he felt under my touch, feeling my stomach turn. It only made me feel worse, remembering the way Bill's face felt. My thumb grazed over the beauty mark above his smile line. I swallowed hard before kissing his jawline.

"Then, what are you asking for? Are you proud of yourself?" Tom scoffed.

"What?- No-"

"Are you going to flaunt it? Did you have fun?" He turned to me with a clenched jaw.

"What?... That isn't the point-"

"Yea? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you regret it, " He grits his teeth, his tears falling into his lips.

I took a sharp inhale, shuddering. I stared into his eyes. Bill's eyes were so similar yet nothing like Tom's. He's all I ever want.

"I regret it, I didn't know, Tom. I thought it was you..." I felt my face heat up, looking away.

"What? You thought it was me?" He laughed in between, taking my wrist to throw it off of him. "You're fucking ridiculous, what kind of excuse is that?"

"Can you blame me? You guys wore the same costume, " I narrowed my eyes, turning back to him.

"Well, you didn't bother to check it was me!"

"I was angry, Tom! I wanted to take my mind off of things and I thought it was you, " I gripped the cotton bedsheets.

"Angry at what? Not fucking Bill enough? Is that what?" He threw his hands out.

"No! Listen to me!" I yelled, widening my eyes.

"To your fucking excuses?" He stood up, growling. I followed along, standing on my two feet.

"I'm telling you the truth!" I brought my hands to my head, watching him ball his hands up into a fist.

"The truth?? You really think I'll believe you after you went and fucked my brother!?" He stood across from me, his face red by now. My nostrils flared as I came close.

"You're so frustrating! All I'm asking is for you to fucking listen. You don't even have to forgive me. And don't act like you're innocent. I saw how you looked at Bill's girlfriend, " I snarled. His eyes grew wide as he let out a laugh.

"Yea? What way, huh?"

"You know what way, like the douchebag you are, " I pulled off my denim jacket, throwing it aside.

Fuck, I wish I hadn't said that. He doesn't deserve this. His cheeks were wet as he looked at me. My throat was already sore from screaming back and forth. I looked away, the guilt only settling more. Just looking at his face reminded me of Bill.

"Is that what you think of me?... A douchebag?" His voice grew quiet again.

I took a few steps closer, looking up at him as his eyes followed me. I held his face on either side, wiping his cheeks. My eyes welled up at the sight, he didn't deserve this at all. I sniffled as I stepped on my tippy toes, kissing his nose.

"No, my love. I'm sorry, I just-- I love you and I want to fix this. And, I'm just so frustrated with everything, " I kissed his chin, feeling him place his hands on my waist.

"I can't believe you... Calling me the douchebag?" He leaned down as he spoke, his breath tickling my face. I shivered, pressing my lips together. "A douchebag, right? That's all I am? Then, I'll act like one."

I furrowed my eyebrows, walking backward toward the bed as Tom pushed me.

"Now look me in the eyes and answer me, did you have fun?" He glared into my eyes as I yelped, falling back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips.

"No..." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I kept eye contact.

Tom reached down for my face, swiping his thumb over my lips as he examined the messy lipstick. "Really?" He leaned down, lifting my face to give more access to my neck. His lips brushed against the purple marks that Bill left behind. "You didn't have any fun?"

"No, I didn't..." I closed my eyes, clenching my thighs together.

"Yea?" He spoke against my neck, beginning to kiss harshly at the marks. I couldn't tell whether he was more mad at me or Bill. I gasped, feeling his hands on my knees, roughly prying my legs apart. I grunted as he pulled me by the back of my thighs, my crotch hitting into his. "I know you loved it, didn't you?" He spoke down my neck, moving his harsh kisses down to my collarbone. I felt my stomach form butterflies as I kept my eyes closed.

"No, fuck... Tom, I didn't, " I whispered.

"Oh, you're quiet now. How good was he? Hm? Tell me, tell me all the places that I missed, " His voice was muffled as he spoke into my skin. I shuddered, feeling his hand slide under my shirt. "How about here?" He pulled down my bra which wasn't even clasped on properly. I arched my back to his warm touch, my breath hitching as he cupped my boob. "Yea? Like that? Does he know that you love it when you're touched like this?" He nibbled down at my collarbone, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I let out a small squeal, gasping after.

"No- no, Tom. He doesn't, " I placed a hand over his hand, my shirt separating us. He planted kisses up to my lips, harshly kissing them. I let out a whimper, feeling his wet face against mine. His piercing pressing into my lips, hard enough to create an indent at this point. He groaned softly into my lips, grinding his lips into mine. I arched my back into him, grasping his hand around my boob more. I furrowed my brows as I felt his tears flow down my face, his lips gently moving against mine.

His cologne filled my nose, it was just as intense as he was. My brows curved inward as I whimpered, Bill's smell still lingers in my nose. His smell was like a refresher, yet it was so hard to latch on to. Bill's smell clouded my head as my heart raced, remembering the way he held me. My stomach tightened, feeling Tom's hand slide down to the start of my pants. I muffled against his lips as he pressed them harder once more.

"You didn't even bother to zip your pants up, " He breathed out, sitting up on his legs. He looped his fingers between my jeans and skin, harshly tugging them down. I cringed at the way the denim peeled off of me, being sticky from my sweat. I watched Tom's hands as they worked, my heart pounding in my head. He threw my jeans over his shoulder, looking up at me. "Look at me."

I did so, pressing my knees together.

"Are you okay with this?" He licked his top lip. His eyes were slightly puffy, pulling at the string of my panties.

"Yes..." My fingers grew tingly as he kept eye contact, slowly pulling them down my legs. My chest was heavy as I watched him lean down, parting my legs again. Even when he was mad at me, he was so gentle. I didn't deserve him one bit.

"Did he kiss you here?" His fingers pressed into my flesh as he kissed my inner thighs. I shuddered as his breath tickled me, his eyes still on me. "Here?" He kissed my left inner thigh. I could suffocate with the tightness in my chest. I teared up, watching him continue to kiss around my thighs. He was so helpless. "Like this?"

"It doesn't matter, Tom. Just do what you would do, " I strained out. He shook his head as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.

"I don't think I'll please you, " He pressed a long kiss on my right thigh. I sniffled, my chest caving as I inhaled. It was so painful to breathe.

"You can, you can, " My vision grew blurry as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Did he do this?" He trailed kisses to my folds, kissing over my clit. I ran a hand on his head, sniffling as I felt his bandana.

"Tom, please, " I shuddered, feeling him gently lick my clit.

"Did he?" His eyes were soft as he looked up at me from between my legs.

I shook my head as I sniffled, watching him sit up. He put a hand behind my head to pull me close. My lip quivered as he kissed my lips and I threw my arms over him. It felt so good. I wanted this. I really do. I breathed heavily through my nose as I felt his soft lips. The slight taste of beer from his lips danced across my tongue. I pulled him closer, whining softly as our lips welded. I shivered, feeling his rough calloused fingertips glide down my stomach. I let out a small sigh, feeling his fingers between my folds. He was so silent, that I didn't even notice him crying until his tears began to mix with mine.

"Right here?" He sniffled as his middle finger spread my wetness up to my clit. I let out an 'mhm,' continuing to kiss his lips. I felt Tom's lips, yet my eyes were closed. He pulled away, looking down at the sight in his hand as he slid a finger in. I laid my head over his upper arm, sniffling. I softly moaned, feeling him add another finger, parting my legs more for him. He slowly thrust his fingers, looking back at me. My lips were parted as I grinded into his touch, his skin glistened as he just stared. My brows knitted as he curled his fingers, circling his thumb on my clit. He looked so unsure, was I also unsure? I deliberately moaned, feeling his finger gently slide over my G-spot. I whined, rubbing his upper arm as he continued to miss it. "I'm only prepping you, " He hushed me, before kissing my lips again.

His kisses felt good enough. My breath grew shaky, his lips unable to keep up with mine. Was it me? Was I selfish for wanting more? I pulled away from the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as he stretched me.

"More, " I spoke softly. He furrowed his brows, but before he could continue, I took his wrist pulling him off. "Tom, " I looked up at him, pulling at the start of his black pants. He nodded, obeying as if he was just a toy for me. Tom slid off the bed, pulling down the black pants. I scooted to the end of the bed, tracing my fingers over the imprint of his cock through the boxers. I watched a teardrop roll down his body, growing smaller on its journey down. I applied more pressure on his cock, hearing his needy moans. I slid my hand into his boxers, pulling his cock out, and he pulled his boxers down more.

"Do you want me to do something?" He moved his hand to his tip as I wrapped my hand around his size. I shook my head, pulling his hand off. I leaned down, spitting on his tip. I moved my saliva down his cock, lubricating it as I kissed his tip. His skin grew goosebumps as he took a sharp inhale. I wrapped my already swollen lips around his tip, hallowing my cheeks as I twisted my hand. He let out a shaky moan as I slowly moved my hand down, stroking the rest of his size. I only hope that this could repay him. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat, slowly sliding my head back.

Focusing on the way he tasted was the only way I could distract myself from the guilt. I kept my eyes closed as I worked my mouth along his cock, listening to his satisfied groans. I pulled off with a pop, scooting back as I spread my legs. I beckoned him over, making him slowly crawl onto the bed. He positioned himself to my hips, lifting one of my legs. I took a sharp intake as he aligned himself, slowly entering. I clenched my eyes, digging my nails into the bedsheets. Tom bit back a moan as he held my thighs, slowly bottoming me out.

“Is this okay?” He looked down at me. I nodded in response, reaching out to wipe his tears. He leaned down, letting out low moans as he thrusted.

I watched his face as my jaw hung low, it was like he forgot why we were here, to begin with. That’s just how Tom is. He’s too sweet to push me over the edge. His sweet moans were accompanied by his sniffling as his head hung low. I threw my head back into the bed, keeping my hand on his face as I moaned.

“I’m sorry, Tom, ” I dragged out, beginning to tear up again. He grunted, closing his eyes as his forehead rested on my chest.

“Just be quiet, please, ” He slightly sobbed, his hips keeping a steady pace. I caressed his face, panting softly.

“I love you, ” I sniffled, soon being cut off by small moans as he rolled his hips. I grinded my hips into him, my stomach turning.

“Fuck-- do you really?” His tears staining my shirt. I felt my tears well up as I felt the warm droplets hitting my shirt occasionally.

“I do, I really do, ” I let out a high-pitched moan, gasping. My fingers moved down to his lips as I tried to keep hold of his pretty face. I repeatedly panted, feeling his thrusts quicken.

“Do you?...” His breathing became heavy as he moved his hips against mine. Each thrust matched our breathing. My face heated up as I felt him. The air was so thick with tension and our smells.

“I love you more than anything, ” I slightly wept, watching him look up. He slowly came up as he breathed heavily, my head moving against the bed as he thrusted. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm lips on mine again. His pretty face was still soaked from the salty tears that I’d caused. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he wrapped his arms under my back. My sweet boy, how could I ever do you wrong? You deserve the whole world.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever trust you again, ” He moaned into my lips. I rubbed the side of his neck as I chased after his lips.

“I know, ” I whispered in response, furrowing my eyebrows as I let out a breathy moan.

“You’re horrible, you know that?” He pressed his whole body onto me. I whined softly, arching my back, feeling his heartbeat through my shirt. He was so much more stronger than Bill.

His tears fell down my face as he continued. My heart ached at the warm feeling, reaching down to wipe my face.

“I know, ” I mewled as I sniffled. He pulled me close as he thrusted. I let out pleased moans against his lips, he was hitting me in all the right places that Bill couldn’t.

“You’re so horrible, ” A slight whimper playing on his lips.

“You deserve better, ” I breathed, throwing my head back as I felt his tip pass my G-spot. He placed kisses over the purple marks, sniffling.

“But, I only want you, ” He let out. I could feel him trembling as he tried to keep his pace. My lips parted as I let out a sob mixed with pleasure and ache.

“You deserve better, Tom, ” I moaned out, feeling him thrust into my G-spot. His gentle kisses scattered on my neck as he shakingly moaned.

“I don’t know any better, ” He laid his face on my chest again as he bucked his hips into my g-spot. I bit my lip, clenching my eyes, my hands reaching down to his shoulders. I dug my nails into his skin, squealing.

“Fuck! Right there!” I panted, pulling him closer with my legs around his waist. He moaned into my chest as he kept his pace, thrusting into the same area. I clenched around his throbbing size, feeling my stomach tighten. “Tom!” I cried out as I rolled my eyes back, seeing a flash of light. My legs shook as the knot in my stomach came undone. I let out one final moan, releasing around his size. I slowly pulled my arms away, breathing heavily as he pulled out. Tom grunted as he quickly stroked himself, releasing onto the lower part of my shirt. He fell next to me, panting as his eyes were hooded.

I turned on my side, closed my legs, and opened my arms. He looked at me, pressing his lips together before scooting over. He pressed the side of his face into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. My racing heartbeat echoed into his ear as I held his head. I reached down to his face, caressing it as his crying seemed to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Tom, ” I whispered, kissing the top of his head. I undid his bandana as he kept his eyes on an object around the room. He stayed quiet, almost as if he had just been sterilized. I laid the bandana to the side, running my thumb over his cornrows. Though he was physically there, the only thing that kept me company was his breathing. My eyes welled up, my hand gently rubbing his shoulders. He’s all I want.

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slayfics · 6 months

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Explosive Tendencies a slow but fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter five: the test exercises are finally here.

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With the written tests completed, the test exercise was finally commencing. It was revealed that the test exercise was for two students to go up against one of the U.A. teachers.

Katsuki had stormed off practically as soon as he was told his partner was Izuku. You watched as he walked off and Izuku's face fell. It was clear Izuku would have liked to strategize with him especially given that they were paired against All Might.

You weren't exactly shocked that even those circumstances didn't persuade Katsuki to talk to Izuku. The rest of the class seemed to just pass off Katsuki as hating Izuku and being a bully, which wasn't exactly wrong. However, it was painfully obvious to you that things ran even deeper than that.

Katsuki didn't just simply hate Izuku, there was something about Izuku that triggered Katsuki's own insecurities. As if Izuku being a good hero would make Katsuki less of one. You couldn't really understand why though. What was it about Izuku that triggered those insecurities so deeply with Katsuki?

Even more, it baffled you that Katsuki clearly had so much he wanted to prove to himself. He was already an amazing hero and you all had only been at U.A. for just a few months. Could he not see how everyone else looked at him in awe? Sure fear and disdain too, but the admiration and passion he sparked in everyone else by far outweighed the negatives.

After strategizing with your own partner you decided to walk over to check on him.

"How are you doing?" You asked, approaching Katsuki.

"How the hell do you think? Out of everyone I could have been paired with I get stuck with that fucking loser," He barked, still agitated at the pairing.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say something like that," You laughed.

"Then why even bother coming over to annoy me?" He asked.

You tried to ignore his signature attitude and get to the point before he stormed off again.

"Well, Aizawa said they picked these match-ups for various reasons. Including interpersonal relationships. I think there's a clear reason they paired you with Midoriya. They want to see if you both can push aside whatever this bad blood is for the sake of taking down a villain. As much as you hate it, imagine if you and Midoriya did have to work together on a mission as pros one day."

"Don't you think I figured that shit out already? I'm not dumb."

"Then what are you doing sitting here and not strategizing with him? You two have the toughest teacher," You responded.

"I'm going to show them that I don't need to work with that nerd ever. I'll take care of it myself," He grumbled.

"You'll take care of All Might... by yourself. I thought you just said you weren't dumb?" You replied, pushing out the rest of his patience.

"I said I'd handle it! Why the fuck are you here trying to help me anyway," He yelled and shoulder-checked you as he left. Even though he'd never admit it, he knew you were right, but it was going to take a beat down from All Might before he'd admit it to himself.

Inevitably, the match between the two boys and All Might had left them in bad condition. You couldn't help but feel a bit proud of Katsuki while watching the match. Even though it pained him he did work with Izuku in the test even letting him use one of his gauntlets. This of course only happened after he tried to take on All Might single-handedly with no success. However, you knew how hard that was for him and after seeing how fiercely he fought in the exercise you felt you had to visit him.

A few other students were crowded around Recovery Girl's door waiting to hear about others who had gotten hurt in their matches. You sat on the floor while you waited for Recovery Girl to come out and announce it was okay for everyone to come in and visit Katsuki and Izuku.

The hall was filled with echoing voices of students talking about their own matches mixed in with anxious comments about those who were hurt. You noticed quite a few students were here to see Izuku. Finally, Recover Girl came out announcing that Izuku was awake and well enough to have visitors, however, Katsuki was still knocked out and not likely to wake up for a while. At that news, you grabbed your stuff and left. A few classmates noticed your swift exit but didn't call after you, as they were too anxious to get in and talk to Izuku.

Some time later you decided to try and visit him again. This time you found he was awake and able to have visitors.

"You look like crap," You said walking next to his bed.

"You came here just to tell me that?"

"No, I came to say... that I'm proud of you. I know it wasn't easy for you to work as a team with Midoryia but you did it," You replied. Katsuki's face scrunched up and he seemed to wince internally at your comment.

"Shut the hell up I don't want to hear that shit from you. Just go back to saying I look like crap or get out," He said, turning his gaze from you to the ceiling.

You couldn't help but laugh. Even though he had done it and overcame his pride for just a bit to work with Izuku his resentment toward him was not letting up.

"Well, you do look like crap. All Might beat the shit out of you... but you weren't ever going to give up and that's pretty admirable. Glad you're feeling better," You said and left the room.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at your short-lived praise. It was praise that came with no judgment attached, unlike the feedback he had gotten since starting U.A. You didn’t tell him anything he did wrong or could have done differently. You didn’t berate him for not getting over his pride sooner or being too mean. You only focused on the positives and that wasn’t something he or anyone else around him did.

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baohanhanesel · 3 months

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World Praise Day with TF141

GN Reader, no warnings. Could be read as both platonic and romantic. 🤷

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick did see what was coming. The shit-eating grin on your face spoke loudly. He had a feeling you would make one of your casual "to blow off some steam" jokes until he saw your eyes look him up and down. He choked on thin air.

"Are you checking me out, mate?"

"Your body's a sight for sore eyes. The fair amount of muscle and flush skin." You brought your fingers to your lips, kissing them and flicking your wrist away; you sent him an air kiss. It damaged him as if you called an air strike on the guy.

"Load of bullshit, aren't you?" He laughed, eyes crinkling while he smiled

"There it is!" You threw your hands up in the air. "The beauty my art is inspired from!"

"Shut your trap, geez... Don't bring the sketchbook into this, sappy bastard." As much as he tried to play it cool he was flustered. His face got red and laughter started to sound lighter than ever.

"Love your smile" you say." The way your lips curl upward is mesmerizing. The shade of your lips is pretty by itself." The specific praise was doing things. You knew. He knew.

"About to kiss you with these pretty lips if you do not shut up." He chuckled, smirk wide as ever. He was happy and a kiss would only let you know just how happy you were making him. So when you did not stop, you were made just as happy as he was.

John "Soap" Mactavish had just joined you in the common room, you were ready to attack once you caught a glimpse of his messy mohawk.

"Always taking care of yourself like a good man. Even when it is messy it remains just as pretty. Do you even have bad hair days?" Your smile got wider and wider while you took his startled expression in. He blinked, then smiled brightly. "Would die for your smile, Mactavish. Pretty privileges everyday,"

"Yer aff yer heid, lass/lad. "He laughed hard, smirk bright as the damn sun. "Ya know how it feels tae hae the privilege How's it feel, ay?"

You flushed back at the counter attack and the smile. You were just about to make your own move before he reached for your hand "Haes seen war, aye breathtaking. You'd be mah choice in mah lest breath. If a'm jammy enough tae see ye as th' lest damned thing oan earth, ah'd already hae taken a taste o' heavens."

You stopped functioning. His heavy Scottish accent was getting your head fuzzy. The praise attack you started is getting overpowered by his flirt attack. And boy, he is winning.

"Mactavish." you warn him, yielding. He is too good you fear your face is no different than a tomato right now.

"Yah whit's it? My bad!" He brings your hand to his lips. "Ah cannae use mah bonny privileges now? Na? " Fuck him and his confident smirk. You don't know whether to slap him or kiss him.

Captain John Price had just light up a cigarette, letting it stay in-between his lips while he looked through the reports you just brought in.

"Another successful mission. We nailed the mission, captain. Saved our asses, without lead we'd be dead." Praising his work did little, but you had to start somewhere. He gave a tight lipped smile, exhaling the smoke. "Your hat's fitting you nicely, sir. The way it casts a shadow over your temple brings your eyes out. A sight, it is."

He grumble-laughs. You don't know which. You'll go with the latter though. "Your beard, too. Gathers your features together Strict 'n all?"

He dismisses you with a nod and a forced smile. You can see his eyes doing best to not look at you. "Can I get started on your scent?"

"Don't." he snorts, raising his one hand up to rub his temples, tilting his head down. You were about to yield until you notice he was actually trying to suppress a smile.

"I'd do just about anything to see that smile, sir. Makes me proud of myself." You blurt out, because you are willing to take your chances.

"Lovely cheeky thing "he chuckles, blush covering his entire face. "Pretty personality to match your face. You are a strong soldier, I am always proud of you."

Your smile widens.

"Happy world praise day, love." your smile falters, you end up laughing because he knew what you were at but despite it all he still let you humour him.

"Not a single word was a lie."

"As was mine. Back to work, love."

You shake your head, walking out of the office. Today's been very efficient so far.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was cleaning his gun while you were sitting across from him, sewing shut a gash on your uniform. You stole a few glances before collecting enough courage to speak. You were a brave soldier. Bravest of them all. You surely could praise the man before you with that courage.

"Good work" You beam "So fast too."

"Is all experience." He grunts. "You'd be fast too if your hand got on one of these." He had a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

You had a feeling it was because you dislocated your shoulder in the last mission while using a rifle. It was bad luck. Not like you were that inexperienced. He just liked to toy with you.

"You are the best, lieutenant. I don't have to do much with cleaning."

"Because?"

"You clean the battlefield well enough for us all."

"As I should." So praising his work wouldn't work. "Your eyes, always so expressive. You like our banters, sir?"

"Naturally." He scolds, hands fidgeting with the gun.

"I like your presence. You are safe. You are the safe for me." He didn't utter a single word after that. "Always patient with me too. I am grateful for you. Can always rely on you. You are strong in every aspect."

You notice him hanging his head too low, eyes dragging on the ground. He is... flattered? You don't know but it doesn't seem bad. His eyes are actually very expressive as you stated earlier. But it is not enough to tell everything he feels. So you stop for a moment before he starts the conversation again.

"You trust a man with a mask?"

"I trust the man under that mask. Pretty like your knife skills, yeah? I never doubt it, witnessing it myself." This earns him a full-blown laughter.

"Enough." He cuts you then, standing up. He is burning red under that mask. He can't help but feel embarrassed. The silence caught into you, you blink at him. Did you go a bit too far?

"Thank you." he spats the word as if it is dirt in his mouth and he leaves, overwhelmed by you.

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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Copia x Reader: Cuddles with Papa

GN! reader, pre-relationship, comfort, friends to lovers, 1k words. @writingjourney

From the moment you walk into Copia’s apartment, you don’t need to see the tightness of his shoulders or the furrow of his brow to feel the tension in the room. He greets you with less exuberance, guiding you to his couch where as always, various snacks are spread all over the coffee table. You take your customary seat on the left side as he drops heavily onto the right, his hand grabbing at the remote to start the movie.

“Hey Copia?” You start quietly. He turns to you with a strained smile. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to?”

Copia pauses the film, hardly past the opening credits, and turns his body toward you. His eyes are wide with anxiety.

Oh, eh…did you not…? I’m sorry, dolce, do you want to leave?” He looks lost.

“No!” You’re quick to reply. “I just…you seem upset. On edge? I just don’t want to take up your time if you need to relax or sleep.”

Copia sighs and leans into the couch, groaning into the fabric. He rubs his forehead into the cushion, his hair mussing and sticking up.

“Ah, shit,” he grumbles. “Sorry, sorry.”

“You can talk to me about anything,” you offer.

Copia peeks over at you between strands of brown and gray hair, searching your face for several seconds. He sits back up and runs a hand through his hair before rubbing both palms against the tops of his legs.

“This has been a hard week,” he admits. “Ya know, with the record company demanding a new EP, all these…,” he waves his hands in the air. “All these expectations, yeah? I feel, I don’t know, I guess I feel not quite myself like…like they’re gonna realize I’m not meant to be Papa.”

Copia lets out a shuddering breath, looking down at his fingers which pick at the skin around his fingernails.

“If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that you’re a *great* Papa,” you begin. Copia lets out a huff of disbelief, not making eye contact. You grab his hands to stop his picking, his eyes finally darting to yours. “It is okay to feel stressed. It is okay to need help or reassurance. You do so much every day to make sure we are happy and safe here, and I am so, so grateful. This is such a hard job, but you do it so well, and I’m proud to call you my Papa.”

Copia’s lips part, his trembling fingers tightening around yours as a rush of air leaves him. His eyes are wide and glassy, staring at you in awe before he begins to blink them rapidly, opting to close them fully as he attempts to calm his racing heart and the tears threatening to bubble over. You tighten your hold on him as well, scooching closer until your knees are almost touching.

“Th-thank you,” he gasps. “Non hai idea do cosa significhi per me.” He opens his eyes and leans forward, just looking at you. His eyes linger on your lips, your cheeks, he memorizes every color reflected in your iris. “Even if the entire congregation hated me, I would work twice as hard for you, Tesoro.”

“Copia,” you say softly, smiling with a blush that overwhelms you. You look down at your joined hands, smiling even harder. You hear him chuckle quietly as his thumb draws circles on the skin of your hand. “I mean it, all of it,” you finish.

“I know you do,” he releases a hand to tilt your chin up. “Your Papa feels so happy now.”

You smile at each other like dopey teenagers before you notice one of Copia’s rats attempting to steal away with a chip. Copia shoos the little thing away, laughing light heartedly before turning back to you.

“Do you want to continue the movie?”

“Yes!” You say, letting go of his hand to grab a piece of candy from the dish on the table.

Copia doesn’t move to turn the movie back on, and you glance over at him to see him staring at his hand, a troubled look on his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Uh…si! Si. I just…” He looks at you and back to his hand and then at you again. “It’s cold in here?” It comes out as a question and he grabs the blanket over the back of the couch to spread it across his lap, fiddling with it while looking quite distressed.

“Is something wrong?” You prompt again.

“Well, eh…I don’t know, I mean…do you want to stay over there? Or…” He makes an almost grabby motion with his hand before gesturing at the blanket. His ears are beat red.

“Do you…want me to get under the covers with you?” You move to turn your body towards his.

“If, uh, if you want to. You don’t have to,” he tries to sound nonchalant although it comes out high pitched.

You move closer, “Do you want to...cuddle?”

Copia’s freckled face bursts into a deep shade of red. A small noise escapes him and he clears his throat. Taking a few deep breaths, he looks at you, eyes pleading, and whispers, “Yes.”

Blushing as well, you slide under the blanket, moving close until your sides are pressed together. Copia lifts an arm, hesitating slightly before wrapping it around your back. You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, and Copia restarts the movie. All is quiet until seemingly unsatisfied, Copia pulls away.

“One second,” he says, raising his index finger.

He moves back into the corner of the couch, resting against the cushions and then pulls you forward until you’re almost laying on top of him. You bring your legs up and settle in, helping Copia pull the blanket fully over the both of you. You can feel him melt, all that tension leaving, and he sighs happily.

“Much better, si?” He mumbles into the top of your head, his fingers squeezing your arm.

“Much better,” you agree.

Non hai idea do cosa significhi per me - you have no idea what this means to me.

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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Hello i loved your luna story can i request for the smut asks Top towards their sub number 3 for him ( if you are not comfortable writing about him could it be aiku instead)? Thank you in advance😊

Yeah I'd rather take Aiku because since Luna is like--more like a side character and stuff... I think I'll make a list who I don't want to write for...

Also lemme turn Blue Lock into a brothel real quick yeah?

There's also something I've wanted to say about this fic. I have never had intercourse and I'm still a proud virgin. So this fic will be based solely on what I imagine would happen, and I hope you guys will llike it because I've spent a lot of thought and time into this.

Warnings: Oliver Aiku x reader, Smut., Vanilla sex because first times should be sweet as fuck, also Oliver is the biggest dork in here but tries to be hot and attractive, also Oliver will cry at some point, strangers to lovers I guess?

I will proofread that on another day. please ignore the possible writing mistakes.

taglist: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife, @hsxhype, @shirayuki-ayumi, @luysim, @mayincharacter

Word count: 5,924 wtf 😭✌💀

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"Lemme quit my job for ya..."

It was embarrassing. Pretty much so, with you being a virgin, your friends having thought it would be a great idea to bring you to the freakiest place in town, and that on your birthday.

Yeah, you were in for something.

...

"For the last time,", you seethed angrily at your best friend, "I am perfectly fine being a virgin!"

"Yeah, sure you are. But your browser history and your dildos say otherwise~", she mused as you blushed.

"It's called loving myself, and putting myself first. I enjoy doing things alone, and that includes pleasing myself.", you grumbled as you defended your dignity.

She sighed. "____, you're twenty-one today. It's time you get the feeling of a man's touch on you.", cue you giving her a disgusted look. "I'd rather die than let a man touch me, and where are we going exactly??"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough."

...

"What the...?!"

"Welcome to Blue Lock, where the boys here are specialised for pleasing lonely women like us!", she cheered before she dragged you inside, who tried running away.

"Please, let me go!", you yelled in fear, but her grip was relentless as she led you to the counter. "Hello, could we have Aiku and Otoya please, Anri?", she asked, and the woman on the counter smiled.

"Of course, please enjoy yourselves!", she exclaimed and she and your best friend laughed as if this was a joke. Which it was...but you didn't find it funny.

And in the next moment, you found yourself in front of a room, where your friend was in the other storey. You took a deep, exhausted breath before you softly knocked.

"Hello..?", you asked politely before you opened the door, and it was dark. You sighed before you went further into the chamber. You closed the door softly, and only after the click did you hear something.

It sounded like somebody stood up from the bed which was right in front of the door, and before you knew it, you were laying on it, and a man on top of you.

"Damn, what a pretty thing you are..", he rasped, looking into your wide eyes. Heterochromia, two different sets of eye colours on each eye.

They were truly mesmerizing, but you couldn't really focus on that when you felt something hard poking you, and the man above you biting his lip at your pretty face.

"Huh..?", you only said, still a little bamboozled that a stranger threw himself on top of you.

"So, what's it gonna be today, sweetie? Bondage...butt plugs...roleplay?", he breathed, wetting his lips when he thought about ravaging you.

"I-I'm a virgin..?", you only answered and hoped you wouldn't regret this. You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

And sure, the guy who was hovering over you was hot and all, and the LED light did a great job casting him into a red light, making him look all the more attractive, but you didn't really want to get your world rocked at your first time.

Fortunately, the guy had the dignity to quickly turn away from you and sit upright as he stared ahead of him as he scratched his neck. "Damn, sorry baby...But really? Are you really a virgin?", he asked as he looked down at you.

You were still laying there in your coat and boots as you looked at him. You turned to the side to face him better. You blushed at his question as you played with the scarf around your neck.

"yes...and please don't tease me for it..", you grumbled when you thought about how your friend bullied you on your entire ride there.

You heard faint slapping and moaning noises and you curled in yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut and you put your hands on your ears. Yeah, you were jealous at the other girls who got laid here.

The guy sitting next to you looked up at the ceiling, thinking about his boner and how pretty you looked.

'There's no way a woman this pretty is still a virgin..right?', he thought as he looked down at you again, only to grow concerned when he saw how you've turned into a ball.

"Shit, are you okay?! Hey, you hear me?", he asked in a worried tone as he scooched closer to you. You looked at him.

"Yeah, it's just...the noises.", you said, and the guy understood.

"How about..we kiss? Have you ever kissed anybody?"

"I've never even had a crush.."

"Damn.", the guy said and you whined in protest. But, he didn't mean it like that. He was surprised that you were a hard-core virgin who had yet to smile at a boy.

He huffed in amusement. "Would you like to do something? Or do you not wanna kiss me?", he asked.

Normally, he would've told a girl off when she didn't want to do anything, but it was different with you. If you didn't want to do anything then he'd be ready to cuddle you, and if you also didn't want that, then he'd just lay there with you on the bed, either talking, looking at the ceiling and just chilling.

"mh...well...I k-kinda do...but i dunno...", you murmured as you closed your eyes again.

"Can you...tell me a bit about yourself?", you asked, and hoped that you didn't break a rule. 'Maybe he just likes to fuck strangers and get paid? Can I even ask that?', you thought as you awaited his answer.

"The name's Oliver Aiku. I work here as a people pleaser in Blue Lock and I hope I can please you too, sweetheart."

you giggled. "That was a nice introduction. I can't believe my best friend brought me to a brothel on my birthday though.."

At that, Oliver laughed. "What?! She really did that? Damn...she must've been desperate to have you get railed, huh?"

You groaned in embarrassment. "Being a virgin is not so bad.."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one?"

"Happy birthday, virgin."

"Please don't call me that."

Oliver chuckled again before he laid down next to you as he looked at you. "Sorry...it's just...I can't believe a pretty gem like you has been untouched for over twenty years- ouch!"

Yeah, you pinched his shoulder hard. He rubbed the sore place with a grin, still having a hard dick as he grinned at you. "But it's true. But how could you last this long without a dick?"

"...dildos?"

"Hehe.."

"What's so funny?", you asked. You slowly got irritated by his teasing, but then he just looked at you fondly.

"Sooo...you're a virgin, who got dragged by her best friend into a brothel, and that on your birthday, just to get laid?"

"It's not like I wanted to be here, you know..?"

Oliver sighed. 'poor thing..', then he went on top of you again. "what if we do what your best friend says then? hm?", he asked softly before he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

Your face heated up at the gentle touch Oliver gave you as you looked at his two-tones eyes. You gulped. "Promise to be gentle with me?"

Oliver huffed in amusement. "I'll try my best, sweetie.", and he was still above you, looking down on you. you looked at him for a moment, before you decided.

"Then...let's do it."

And just like that, Oliver sat up, pulled you up by your collar, held the back of your head with one, then the other hand on the small of your back as he leaned down to your level (your body was smaller than his) and softly brought his lips to yours, and you only felt a slight brush.

Then he leaned back. "How was that?"

"... What was that?", you retorted, a confused expression on your face, but still, you had a slight blush as well on it.

Oliver scoffed. "I-it was a kiss, y'know?! You wanted me to be gentle with you, and I am!"

"Y-you can be a tiny bit rougher with me...", you grumbled under your breath, and Oliver smirked.

"Well, if that's so...", he breathed before he pressed his lips down on yours in a much more passionate kiss.

Oliver flinched. You flinched as well, after he did. "wh-what?"

"Your lipstick...it tastes amazing!", he exclaimed before licking at your lips. "mmh...", he whimpered before he kissed you again.

You had to surpress giggles when you felt him eating away your cherry lipstick more than kissing you, but you let him. It felt nice...whatever he was doing.

'Gosh, why does this taste so good!? Why can't I stop!?...it's so addicting...!'

He then suddenly stopped himself. "S-sorry...", he mumbled, holding a crouched finger in front of his lips as he looked to the side with a blush. He only said sorry because he couldn't taste the lipstick anymore and he only realized then that he's been lapping at your mouth like a thirsty dog.

"It's okay.", you said with a smile. 'he's so cute..!'

and then, you scooched closer to him as you pulled away the finger from his lips as you slowly kissed him again.

Oliver didn't know why he felt like that. He felt shy, but good. He felt so...different with you than with all the other girls he's been spending time with.

Maybe it's also because of the fact that you were a virgin and Oliver didn't really know what to do. Experienced girls knew the drill. you didn't.

But, he knew that he'd let you do anything you liked, since it was your first time, so all he had to do was to relax, no?

Easer done than said. Oliver wanted you on his lap as he slowly took off your coat, shawl and beanie. He took a moment to snicker at your dishelved hair and you giggled as well before you tried to brush it neat a little.

And then, Oliver sat you on lis lap, where he rested against the headbord, and looked at you. Your heartbeat quickened when you felt something poking your clit and you forrowed your brows.

"wh-what's that?"

"An erection. Guys get hard when pretty girls like you sit on 'em.", he spoke as he tired to subtly grind up in order to get some friction. You gasped.

"i...are erections always so...big?", you asked as you shifted around to feel it some more, but you flinched when it gave you a sweet sensation.

Oliver hissed before he smirked at you through his bangs. "well...my dick's big, ...don't know about the other guys though."

You huffed in amusement. But, you turned serious again. "um...could you take these off?", you asked with a slight blush as you pulled at his pants.

Now, Oliver didn't know why he blushed, but he did. Maybe he liked the feeling of you on top of him, maybe he liked it when you grinded down on him a bit just a few moments ago...and maybe he liked getting ordered around?

He nodded. "Aynthing ya want, pretty-"

you startet to take your clothes of too, and his breath got caught in his throat. What he saw must've been the prettiest woman he's ever seen, stripping herself off of the clothes she's been wearing, becoming almost more naked than the day she was born, and Oliver never sprung out of bed just to rip off his pants so fast as well.

He panted when he whipped his head to your figure again, who just sat there in nothing but cute stockings, and a sweet lingerie set. All pastel coloured.

Oliver gulped nervously.

"So...what now?", you asked as you looked to the side. Oliver chuckled as he sat by the headbord again, and beckoned you closer. You were glad that he didn't take off his boxers...yet.

"Sit here, pretty...", he instructed to you, motioning for you to sit between his legs, with your back facing him. He grunted when you 'corrected' your seat before his dick, intentionally rubbing your ass against his hard groin as he took in a sharp breath.

"S-slowly, baby...", he gasped before you finally settled down.

You looked back to him. "Are you okay?"

He nodded quickly before he kissed your cheek and whispered for you to spread your legs. As you widened them, Oliver kissed you along your neck, and his warm fingers ghosting over your cold skin, brushing against your knees, thighs and belly softly, sending shivers around your body and you flinched a little.

"Are you okay, doll?", Oliver asked this time as he nibbled at your ear a little, his hands moving up to grope at your tits a bit. You took a deep breath.

It all felt foreign. You being here, nearly stripped off of all your clothes, with a man in his briefs sitting behind you with his boner pressing agains your rear, and letting him grope you.

You sighed dreamily.

It could be that your first time wasn't really what you expected-

"Ah!", you yelped, closing your thighs reflexively when you felt Oliver's right pointy and index finger prod and rub your clit through the fabric slowly. He stopped.

"Sorry..!", he said, and tried to take his hand away from yours, but you held it in place. "wait..d-do it again..I was just thinking of something else for a moment..", you mumbled as you gently pushed his fingers against your bud, enjoying the feeling of a man's touch for the first time.

Oliver blushed a little when he felt your tiny hand grab his and push his digits against your pussy. He realized now that he was falling for you. He looked up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

'dammit...falling for a customer..?!', he thought as he slowly circled his middle finger around your bud, applying pressure here and there, feeling you writhe under his touch as you press your back towards him and your breathing quickened as it also got heavier.

It felt good. Very good. Not even half as fast as your cheap vibrator, but still good. His fingers felt nice against your bundle of nerves and you gently rocked your hips against his palms as he massaged your sensitive area.

"mmh...feels good...", you moaned slightly, accompanied by a soft sigh, and Oliver kissed you again. He somehow loved kissing you more than wanting to fuck you.

Was it because he was falling for you? Even though he didn't even know your name? Was it because of your sweet vanilla scent? Your smaller frame against his as your butt which got harrassed by his hips as he humped you subtly? Or was it because he could take things easy for once?

Where he could do as he pleased, and not being bossed around so much. I mean, sure, you ordered his hand to stay where it was and for him to rub your clit, but he didn't mind it. He found it cute how you caught his hand between your thighs to keep it where it rested. He found it cute how your hand held his thigh, right above his knee as your other hand was above Oliver's hand which was pressed against your pussy, wanting to feel some more friction.

He found your sweet moans and sighs cute, where he could kiss you however he wanted. Where he could hug you tightly to him, and where you didn't mind.

He loved having the freedom to take your virginity, but he loved the idea of acting as your lover even more. He loved the idea of acting as your boyfriend, hell, he'd even become your husband if you'd say yes.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to please you in other ways and not just sex. He wanted to make you pancakes, take you out on sweet dates, and make you smile.

Damn, he fell for you, even though you guys only knew each other for an hour.

"yeah? want me to take it a step...deeper?", he whispered as he kissed your temple, and you nodded with a smile.

you heard the slapping noises again, but you didn't pay them any mind as Oliver pushed a finger into your vagina, and you whimpered. Meanwhile, Oliver's mouth stood agape as he struggled pushing his middle finger deeper into your core, and he didn't even put in half of it.

He couldn't even imagine fow his dick was supposed to fit inside that sweet pussy of yours. He groaned.

"S-sorry..", you started, wanting to apologize in embarrassment upon him feeling your tight entrance, but you only felt and heard a breathy chuckle.

"Don't you dare apologize, doll,", he said, one hand grabbing from under your thigh and pushing it up as he pushed his finger deeper inside upon the new angle, and you arched your back in response.

"mmnnh!"

Oliver giggled. Yes, he fucking giggled. "Gosh, you're too cute...and innocent...fuck...!"

And he then pulled out his slick-coated finger before he pushed it back in. The feeling was weird, having something warm go in and outside of you, and it even curling around.

None of your dildos worked like that.

____.exe has stopped working.

You moaned when he did it a few times, growing accustomed to the feeling of his finger in your core, and Oliver smiled. "Feels good?"

"Yes..", you breathed heartily. Oliver blushed, and sped up a little more, making your breath hitch. He slowly added a second finger, and you let your head fall back.

'This feels so good..I feel so full...!', you thought as you closed your eyes in bliss. Oliver used the moment to lean down and lick a stripe up your neck, making you shiver.

"damn...yer making me wanna quit..", he mumbled, but you still heard it.

"h-huh?", you asked as you tried to pay more attention to him and not his nice fingers, who were pumping into you at this point.

"Lemme quit my job for ya...", he said a little more loudly as his thumb caressed your clit again, but this time a little more with aggression, and applying more pressure as he sped up.

You moaned loudly. "Ah...O-oliver..!"

you felt flattered, even in the midst of this type of affection. You felt flattered that his words were sounding so sincere.

But you had your worries and concerns. Your best friend told you about all the guys she'd encountered as she had been in countless relationships. And she told you that boys would tell you anything as long as you stayed together with them.

Oliver just kept going faster and faster, circling around your bud as his hand nearly made slapping noises against your pussy, and your face got hot as you listened to the sound.

"Wanna make you mine...wanna...make you smile...", he muttered as he sped up more and more, listening to your voice which raised octave for octave, and he laid his head on your shoulder.

"I think i fell in love with you, even though I don't know your name."

Shit, you could have just come from that.

He suddenly stopped and took out his hand from your core, leaving you panting, and stolen off of your high. He took the fingers which were inside of you into his mouth, motioning for you to look down to him as he licked and sucked at his fingers in bliss, moaning at the sweet taste and fluttering eyes closing shut as he blushed.

But, you flushed in embarrassment. "wh-why did you do that? You could've just wiped them on the sheets, you know?", you said softly as you kept stealing glances at his blissed out face as he still licked at his lips, wanting to take whatever was left from your fluid from his palms.

When he only tasted his own saliva and not your sweetness anymore, he took out his fingers. "Why do that? You just became my favourite meal. And one shouldn't throw away a meal like that.", he answered with a pout as he stood up to take off his boxers.

"you know? there's a saying. My coach told me this by the way when he taught me how to eat out a lady..."eating out a woman is the same as eating something oily or juicy. For example you're eating a hamburger, and you still have some crumbs, or salad or cheese or something on your palms. You wouldn't take the napkin first, would you? It would be a waste. Just how the hamburger was a blessing, food to be cherished, what is left and still visible on the fingers is a blessing too. This is why you should always lick it away before using a napkin." And that's why I always lick away the essence, and not wipe them.", Oliver explained as he took of his boxers.

"Did your coach...always compare women to food?", you asked, half curious and half jealous of the realization that you were in a brothel with a man who had most likely gone down on countless women.

"Well, food tastes good, and women do too, so I don't really see the difference. But you...", he trailed off, smirking proudly as you ogled at his schlong with wide eyes, and thus boosting his ego, as he sat down again.

"you taste sweeter than honey, doll."

"_-____."

There was a moment of silence as he registered your answer. ____. Heh, what a pretty name. However, his heartbeat pounded against his ripcage so hard that he feared it might burst.

Normally, he wouldn't ask for a stranger's name. And if they told them, he still would call them petnames.

Normally, he couldn't even give two shits about his customers, he just wanted a nice fucking session and gain some money.

Normally, his heart wouldn't act out like that.

Normally.

It seemed like you were an exception.

It seemed like his heart found a new reason to work.

It seemed like he didn't wanna do this filthy job anymore.

It seemed like you were comfortable with him, trusting him as you gave your name price.

And oh, what a price it was.

Oliver would be packing his things tonight and just follow you home, because the brothel's been his home for the longest time.

Sure, he'd miss Blue Lock, mostly because of his friends and the money, but that was about it.

Yeah, Oliver would ask to move in to your apartment.

...if you had other feelings than lust for him.

...he hoped you did.

"____...", he breathed out. If came so naturally off his tongue, and he fell in love with the name as he looked at you with a smile.

A genuine smile. Not the one he'd show anyone else.

He had a sweet smile.

You averted your eyes as your cheeks burned. 'ahh he's so pretty! And I love how my name sounds from his voice!!!'

Then, he took a condom out of his drawer and gave you a show of putting it on his dick. Your eyes widened in lust and wonder as you watched him pull the gummy down his dick, and he just had to do it very slowly as he watched you stare.

He felt shy and nervous all of a sudden.

Oliver quickly leaned forward to take your hand as he gently pulled you towards him, making you walk on your knees until his dick rested under your pussy.

"Are..you sure that... this ...will fit?", you asked with a nervous smile as you looked at the size of his dick.

He was certainly bigger than any dildo you've ever had.

"hm...there's only one way to find out.", he answered as he looked up at you with a closed eyed smile, and if the tension wouldn't be so damn sexual, you would've slapped him.

But you felt like caressing his cheek now. You still held his hand as you gulped. "Well...y-you were fingering me before, right?", you asked with a stutter, but Oliver didn't pay it any mind as he started kissing your chest and collarbone.

"Yes, I did. We can also not do anything at all, ____."

You looked at him for a moment. Then your hand came in contact with his cheek. His eyes widened. He then pressed the side of his face into your hand and nuzzled himself against it.

It felt like you two knew each other for a long time, like you weren't strangers. Oliver had never experienced a touch like...that.

He never got touched so softly, and when you looked at him with such a gentle smile, and treated him like he was the most expensive thing in the world...

"Oh, Oliver, my love!", you exclaimed as you hugged him. You embraced him the moment you saw his right eye suddenly collecting more water, and you grew panicked.

"Did I do something wrong? Am I not allowed to touch workers? Please my love, answer me...!", you said in a hushed whisper as Oliver slowly brought his arms to your back and hugged you as well.

His shoulders were shaking as he sniffed and sobbed. "N-no...I just..I love you!", he cried and you just hugged him tighter.

It took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts, to let loose, to calm down. Oliver felt...safe, in your arms. He was surprised when you suddenly embraced him, as if you were protecting him, and maybe that was what he needed.

Maybe he just needed to breathe a bit. Yeah. That was it. Catch a break from this place.

He hugged you a little tighter and you reciprocated the gesture. Oliver sighed contently. That sweet moment however, got ruined when your knees couldn't support the weight of Oliver -who was laying on your chest with his whole upper body- anymore, and you had to sit down.

It was a wonder, truly.

Your pussy sucked his dick inside in one go, without any difficulties as you gasped sharply and Oliver moaned shamelessly. Oliver cursed under his breath as he massaged your sides, trying to tell you sweet nothings as he tried to refrain from thrusting up his dick.

your breath was ragged as you tried to process how in the world you could've taken such a huge cock like Oliver's in, let alone so...easily.

But, you also felt more full than you ever did, none of your dildos were that good. Gosh, Oliver might get you addicted to his own dick if you didn't hop off anytime soon.

"mmh...c-can I move?", you asked after a few minutes, and Oliver looked at you in confused amazement. He was underneath you, panting as he tried to get accustomed to the tightest cunt he's ever had the pleasure of getting inside, and here you were, all ready to ride him.

Oliver nodded as he closed his eyes. "Lift your hips- s-slow--ah~!", he instructed, but you lifted them too fast and Oliver's shaft was robbed from your warm walls as you raised yourself, sucking him a little up and he shivered when he felt the cool night air from the slightly opened window hit against his wet cock.

You hissed in frustration when you didn't feel his thick dick fill you up and you let yourself down again, but this time much slower, and you moaned out in bliss. Oliver did as well, and he looked at the place where your entrance took in more and more of him.

His heart started hurting. "Yes..j-just like that..!", he breathed as he felt you rise again. your eyes were closed in concentration of Oliver's breathing, his twitching dick, his hands holding your hips to guide you around on his cock and the lewd noises both of your genitals did.

Gosh, it felt so right to ride him. It felt good. His hands felt good. His cologne was the only air you've wanted to breathe ever again. His face and body and dick were the only things you ever wanted to see again. His voice was the only sound you ever wanted to hear again.

Was it possible...that you fell for Oliver too?

...Was it possible to kidnap him?

I mean, you could disguise your doings as a form of wanting to get to know him better, and later on use him as your personal dildo or plaything, but we'll see about that.

Right now, you went down again, and Oliver's legs trembled a little. You noticed of course and stopped your ministrations. "What's wrong?", you asked with an innocent face, your brows frowning in concern and your wide eyes searching for any discomfort in his face.

The fucking audacity you had.

Oliver was seconds away from cumming!

He just wanted to kiss you in order to shut you up -french-kiss you, to be precise- and force his tongue down your throat until you couldn't think anymore and fuck you senseless.

But he just shook his head. "No, it's just... I'm close...", he sighed, dissappointed in himself. But could you blame him? He's had a painful boner the moment you stepped into this room.

You giggled. "So...I'm making you cum? Does it feel good? want me to change the pace?", you asked in an excited tone, and Oliver was left in amazement at your behavior for the nth time tonight.

what were you, exactly?

"Do you like the idea of me cumming so bad, ____?", he mused, wanting to see you blush, but his eyes widened when you nodded happily.

"I can finally brag about my friend that i made a man and myself cum! Then she'll for sure leave me alone!", you cheered, and Oliver grew depressed.

"Oh...is this...like, the only reason you're here? Just because of your friend?", he asked, making you stop altogether.

You grabbed his cheeks and gave him a big smooch. "Listen, Oliver. I came here with the intention to just get fucked around a little and then leave, but you make me want to stay by your side and love you.

And you know...about what you said earlier...

...I think I fell for you too.", you chuckled as you smiled at him fondly.

Oliver's eyes stared at yours for a moment before he pulled you to him and kissed you a hundred times. You giggled when he peppered your face in sloppy kisses, pecks, and kitten licks, but you wouldn't want to have it any other way.

You let him do as he pleased, letting him trail down your body with kisses, biting your neck gently, nibbling your collarbone, and his thumbs rounding your nipples as if they were these joints from a playstation controller, making you whimper a bit.

You sighed happily as he pushed you down, making him go on top of you again, and you laying on the sheets, his dick still inside you and you gently rocked your hips against his to gain some friction.

"Really?", he asked as he tried catching his breath. You nodded with a smile. "Really."

Oliver smiled back. "Good...now, let me make love to you, ____."

You giggled and Oliver kissed your nose with a grin before he held one of your hands and kissed it gently. You looked up at him with heart eyes.

Oliver blushed furiously as he kissed your lips and thrusted into you at the same time. You moaned against his lips as you felt your stomach forming a knot, with Oliver repeatedly hitting a certain spot inside you which made your eyes roll back and your toes curl.

You arched your back at the feeling, your clit pulsing in a strong rythm and Oliver kissed you again and again as he kept thrusting into you.

"mm...nngh~...y're s'good t'this...", you mumbled, already losing yourself in the feeling of his dick filling you up and massaging your walls with his veins and girth as you tried meeting his snaps.

Oliver gritted his teeth as he tried not to cum at the moment. He didn't know what was more hot; being inside of you, or seeing your blissed out face, with your body moving upwards a bit at every of his hips' movements.

He groaned before he buried his head into your shoulder and adjusted his legs for a moment, where you caressed the back of his hand with your thumb as you waited patiently and combed through his hair in a comforting manner with your other one.

Then, Oliver snapped his hips into yours, his dick drilling into you at a fast pace as you gasped at the sudden change and reflexively pulled at his hair, making him hiss in pain and pleasure.

"Does, ah..does this also feel good..!?", he grunted as he felt tears stream down his face at the feeling of pleasure and pain, because he tried not to cum, and it hurt, a lot.

"Yes...but please, Oliver. Cum."

Oliver's breath got caught in his throat as his cock just started to let out the pent up and held back white spurts of semen inside the condom, but it felt like he was cumming inside of you, which made him scared.

So, he quickly pulled his dick out, relieved as he realized he was still wearing a condom and sighed.

He still had to overcome the fact that his body reacted upon your request, cumming when you told him to. He felt like he could've held it in for five more minutes, but you proved him otherwise.

"How...how did you know I wanted to cum?", he asked in bewilderment when he hugged you close to him. You caressed his torso after you pulled the condom out of his now-soft penis.

"I read a lot of books."

"Oh...b-but you didn't cum...!"

"There's always a next time, Oliver."

And Oliver looked at you with a surprised face. Why was he so forgetful today?

You had a smile on your face when you held one of his hands and kissed it. "It was a perfect first time."

"But you didn't cum.."

"I didn't want to in the first place. I just...wanted to know what it feels like, being touched by a man, making love to a man...and, well, experiencing something like that. I'm glad I went with my friend."

"hm, me too. But was it a...good first time?", he asked as he played with a few strands of your hair. You huffed in amusement.

"I couldn't imagine a better first time, Oliver.", you confessed, and Oliver had a precious smile on his face as he looked at you.

...

"So...I was thinking...maybe...just maybe! I could...move into your apartment?", he asked, already having packed his things as he followed you.

Your best friend stared at you with an open mouth, who looked at him with a smile. "I'd love to! But, I must warn you, I don't really cook or clean around the house, so I might need a-"

"Maid? Cook? I can totally do that.", he answered quickly and with a determined expression on his face.

"Hey...are we maybe skipping a few steps here?", your best friend chimed in as she raised her eyebrow.

"Huh? Uh, no? I love him. He's just my type, and he also took my virginity. And apparently, he says he can do house chores and cook meals. So why not live together?", you answered as you looked at her.

She scratched her head. "Damn. Once I bring you out, and bam, now you have a husband. Jeez, ya need to teach me your ways, ____!!!", she yelled, and you giggled at her desperation.

Then you bid her goodbye as your Uber came and you stepped in with Oliver. The ride was silent as you snuggled up against him and he kissed the top of your head.

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a.n.: this is a very self indulgent blurb about the local metalhead I've been obsessed with after ending ST. Call me a basic bitch if you want, Eddie's the coolest.

First person perspective; use of Y/N, Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; Reader and Eddie are childhood friends; Reader is Eddie's age (20); Eddie and Chrissy survived, Vecna didn't (because fuck'im dried grape looking mf); mentions of puking; mentions of violence; fluff; slight angst; English not my first language; first time writing for Eddie, might be OOC.

word count: 4.2k

High School dances and second chances.

Some people say falling in love is hard. Aerosmith even says it's bad on the knees.

I don't know. I mean, if I recall correctly, I've only been in love once before and I never truly thought it was hard.

Maybe it's just because Eddie's easy to love. Despite what literally everyone else says, he's the easiest person to love I ever had the pleasure of meeting.

I mean, c'mon– for this feeling to have lasted all the way from 6th grade to his third senior year of high school, it couldn't have been hard.

And yet...

"It's not worth it, it's all I'm saying!"

"How it wouldn't be worth it? The worst thing that could happen is Jason will try to knock your brains out–"

"And we all know that Jason doesn't stand a chance to your personal bodyguard," I use the can of Pepsi on my hand to gesture at myself. "yours truly."

Dustin nods to my words, eyes wide as he looks between me and a surprisingly awkward Eddie.

"See! It'll be easy! Just- ripping off a bandaid!"

"You two really are siblings, huh?" He grumbles, sending me and Dustin the same done look. Dustin sputters, trying to explain himself, but my lips just curl into a familiar shit-eating grin.

"What can I say? Simplicity runs in the family."

And, to some degree, it does. Or maybe Dustin just spends way too much time with me and it's slowly catching onto my motto: "why overcomplicate things?"

Eddie sighs, glancing over his shoulder to the subject of our conversation. Chrissy Cunningham, cheerleader and queen of Hawkins High. One of the sweetest girls I've ever seen, even as she cried when I held her hair out of her face, the toilet in front of her smelling of stomach acid.

You see, while I've been in love with Eddie for most of my lifetime on this god forsaken world, Eddie has been on the same dilemma. Only this time, it was worse (or better, depending who you ask).

He's been in love with Chrissy, but instead of following my example and being her best friend, he's barely spoken two words to her, especially after the Vecna accident.

I never truly understood how that worked. Maybe it's because his situation is so different, and yet so similar, to mine. How could he love someone without speaking to them? Being their friend? Hell, how could he be even attracted to them? It's mind boggling to me.

But hey, who am I to judge? I'm way too enthralled in the process to make a fair judgement anyway. They'd revoke my law-license.

As my thoughts drifted for a second, my eyes lost in the way his bangs brushed over his eyebrows, he and Dustin keep talking in low voices.

"Dude, even if she doesn't outright laugh at me, she probably doesn't even want to look at me!"

"That's even better! That means she'll won't even remember it if you guys bump into each other again!"

"He has a point." I break out of my silence, not even noticing what I'm doing until I'm setting a cigarette between my lips. "It's literally just a high school dance. Which you ditched, twice, the last two years you didn't graduate."

My smile turns soft at the corners– because this time he did. I'm so damn proud of him.

"Point is: the worst that could happen is she'll softly turn you down. Chrissy is one of the sweetest girls I know, she won't be a bitch about it."

"Language!" Dustin extands a hand out and I grumble as I hand him a dollar. Eddie doesn't even blink at the interaction, already so used to the Henderson siblings he's not even fazed anymore. Instead, he just sighs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know... It's just–" He stuffs his face into his hands, grumbling and huffing like a child.

Cute.

Breathing in the cigarette smoke, I jump from my seat by the bleachers and walk over to Eddie. My hand finds his shoulder, squeezing for half a second, and I can only hope he can feel the warmth and care and love I have for him right now.

"Eddie."

He raises his eyes, beautiful soulful brown eyes that remind me of hot chocolate and fall, and for a long moment we just stare at each other. After that, a soft smile blooms at my lips, and he relants.

"Ugh, fine."

"Atta boy." I pat his back, chuckling as he sends me a look. Dustin let's out a sigh of relief, just happy to have this conversation over with.

It's easier for him, the person he loves loves him back, after all... Even if she's hundreds of miles away.

(I remind myself to recheck if Suzie's plane ticket is confirmed when I get home. Don't want the surprise for his birthday to be cancelled.)

On the first opportunity of getting out of this conversation, Dustin dips, saying he's gonna check out with the guy's and talk later. Soon, it's just me and Eddie by the empty gym, cigarette smoke twirling between us.

"Man..." He chuckles, passing a hand through his beautiful hair. "I can't believe I'm getting nervous about going to prom."

"I just can't believe you're going to prom. Honestly not that impressed you're nervous." And he rolls his eyes dramatically as we take our seats again.

"Oh yes, because you never were nervous before."

"And I never was." I lie through my teeth, a bad habit I've been developing the last few years.

I make a point of not mentioning how I always grow nervous to leave Hawkins to college. How I always get nervous when I come back, thinking this it'll be the time he found someone to replace my spot on his life. I mean, it isn't that hard, right? I'm just his best friend, I'm not that special. There's probably hundreds of people that would make an even better job at it than me.

"Never? In your whole entire life?" His voice both snaps me to reality and sinks me deeper into my self deprecation. I just chuckle, shaking my head with the cigarette on my lips.

"Nope."

"Not even when I almost killed your character last session?"

"Not even then."

"What about in that one presentation in sophomore year? Or when you were applying for that fancy-schamcy university of yours?"

"Nah."

He sputters, shocked. Because yeah, I'm not lying.

Because, even if the character I played all through high school died, even if my presentation sucked, even if I didn't get to the college of my dreams- he would still be my Eddie.

Now? Now I'm not so sure.

We stay silent for a while, at least until the burning of the cigarette reaches the filter and it burns my fingertips. When he breaks the silence, I almost don't notice, too deep in my own head.

"What's up with you today?"

"Hm?"

"See? That! You're so out of it!" He scoots closer to my side, pressing his legs against mine, shoulder against mine, until I can't sense nothing but him.

I wished he would do that more often.

"I'm just tired. Driving for two hours after spending a whole day in a cold ass college classroom ain't that fun, you know?"

"You're not, tho. I know you, dude, maybe more than you know yourself."

A bitter chuckle leaves my lips before I can hold it and Eddie's big, expressive and hypnotic eyes express his confusion way too well.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing, just..." I trail off, not sure what to say. He doesn't give me the time to think.

"What, you're saying I don't know you? After spending a good portion of my life with you? You think I'm that dumb?"

"I never said that, Eddie." I send him a look, one that not even I can explain. It's dark, it's piercing, it's... It's just pitiful. "Stop putting words in my mouth."

"Well it's not like you're giving me much to work with!" He groans, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, tattoos shifting on his skin. I have to stuff my own hands in my pockets to not trace over them with my fingertips. "You've been distant."

"Have I?" I mumble, still not sure what to say so I just fiddle with the broken lid of the old Pepsi can. He takes the it away from my fingers, forcing me to look at him.

"Yes. You have." He spits out, hand on my shoulder, eyes piercing into mine. Maybe if I was stronger I could return the look, but... I'm... "Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Talk to me. Please."

"Eddie–"

"Please."

I let out a shuddering breath, pressing my face into my hands.

"I don't know... I don't... I can't..."

He pulls me to him, until I'm not beside him but in front of him. I can't hide, not when I feel like my limbs weigh a thousand.

"Then try."

...

Words...

God, why must I have to talk? Why can't I just... Show? Like, having powers like El and being able to just project my feelings for him to see? it would be so much easier. Show something I could never put truly into words.

But haven't I been doing exactly that for the last 9 years of our lives?

I take a deep breath, eyes stinging a little.

"I'm..." My tongue feels like it's made of lead, spit feeling like acid on my lips. And I just groan out the next words. "I feel... Bad."

"...Ok. That's a start." He nods eagerly, squeezing my shoulders in a sort of awkward encouragement. "Bad for what? Did I do something wrong? Is it something from college? Family?"

"No, no- you didn't do anything." Which is only half a lie. I rub a hand down my forehead, hair falling over my eyes as I let out a heavy sigh. "It's just... This prom thing, it... It feels bad."

"Why does it feel bad?" He asks, more directly this time. Soulful brown eyes, confused. I have to turn away from them to not get lost in my train of thought.

"I don't... I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just... Regretful?"

"What? Why would you be regretful?" He keeps pushing, keeps asking, knowing me well enough I'll probably just run into a wall of jumbled up feelings and words if he stops. This guy truly knows me too much. "You had a good time at your prom night, didn't you?"

"I mean... Yeah?" I scratch the back of my head, sighing. Yeah, I did have a good time on my own prom, about three years ago. So why does the thought of him having that same fun makes my chest burn?

...

Oh.

Oh, shit.

It's because he didn't go with me.

Like he could physically see the lightbulb turn on behind my eyes, Eddie lifts an eyebrow.

"So? What's the problem?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, looking desperately for an excuse. I don't want to come out as clingy, much less jealous. I hate hate hate feeling jealous, possessive. I hate it. I don't-

"Y/N?"

"It's just–" He won't let me think of a lie. That little shit. Instead I sigh, passing a hand through my hair and looking away. "I don't know. It feels funny thinking you'll actually go this year."

And I let the half sentence linger in the air, while the last part sits just beneath my tongue: when you didn't go with me when I invited you.

"And that makes you feel... Bad? Why? That... Doesn't make any sense." He frowns, like he senses there's something I'm not telling yet. Damn him.

"Yeah, I know it doesn't." I shrug, bitting my tongue and leaning back against the bleachers seats. My arms are crossed over my chest, ankles crossed as well with my eyes staring up at the ceiling. Closed off. Distant.

If he knew me for any less time, he probably would've backed off, but sadly for me–

Suddenly I feel him leave my side, getting up from his seat, then walking to stand directly in front of me.

"Y/N. C'mon."

My normally nonchalant and relaxed expression feels way too heavy right now, my eyes shifting to look at his beat up boots with mismatched laces.

"I... Just..." I groan, passing a hand through my hair again but tugging on it like I'm trying to get my head in the game. "Promise you won't laugh. Or hate me."

He's way too used to my need for reassurance. Eddie leans down, until he's face to face with me despite the fact I'm still sat. There's that damned smirk on his lips, the one that makes me want to play with his hair and–

"I promise, I won't hate you. I must've told you that, like, a hundred times now."

"...Just... Just making sure." I clear my throat, flushing a little in embarrassment... Before letting out a sigh.

"I'm... I feel bad because... I... I'm not sure how to explain it." I play with my rings, shaking my head like a snow globe, hoping the new perspective will help. "Uhh... Remember when I graduated? 2, 3 years ago?"

"Yeah? What of it?"

"Remember I asked you to go to prom with me?" Surprisingly, his eyes light up a little, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. So soft, so beautiful and so damn easy to fall in love with. Damn him.

"Yeah, I do. You made a whole corny ass prom-posal thing, made me go on a treasure hunt and everything."

"God, don't even talk about it." I flush harder, feeling even more embarrassed. God please just take me out. He frowns at my reaction, crossing his arms.

"What? I thought it was cute."

"Yeah, yeah, if you say so..." A grumble leaves my lips, just wanting to get to the roots of this conversation. Just get it done and over with so I can get back to loving him silently. "Point is, back then, I was actually kinda excited. I knew you didn't graduate that year, but I thought 'hey what's funnier than not passing but going to the party anyways?'. I made all these plans where we would go around playing pranks on people, wanting to make you feel excited for something but..."

I close my hands, breathing slowly.

"You backed out."

There's an unintentional dramatic pause, where I try to get used to this sense of vulnerability. It feels excruciating, like he's picking me apart with those beautiful eyes of his.

"And I understood, because of course I did. It made sense, I guess it would've been too painful. I really didn't, and still don't, hold it against you, I just..."

Looking for any kind of comfort on this awkward and vulnerable situation, I bring my knees against my chest, almost mumbling my next words.

"I just... Kinda wished we could've gone together, I guess."

And another beat of silence.

My skin tingles with the feeling of his presence a feet away from me, the way I can feel his eyes boring into my head as I nuzzle deeper into myself. I kinda feel like an armadillo right now. Or those little insects that turn into balls– what were their names again? Maybe I should make them my next tattoo.

Before I can let myself drift away, I feel him move.

He takes a step forward, crouching to meet my eyes. He looks so... Soft. I mean, he always has a certain tenderness to him, but this is... It makes my heart melt and race at the same time.

God damnit, Eddie.

"You actually wanted to go to prom with me?" He looks so sweet asking that, the vulnerability in his eyes matching mine. I chuckle, his question making me frown in confusion.

"Yes? Duh?? I thought going through all the work of setting up a chessy treasure hunt would be clear enough, dude."

"No, but–" It's his turn to let out a small laugh, eyes boring into mine like it's the first time he's ever seeing me. "I thought I was just... A pity invite. Like you were trying to make me feel better by inviting me instead of going with someone you actually wanted to go and dance and be cheesy with."

The sheer thought makes me pause, the confusion and disbelief he would ever think that making me feel a whole less awkward about my little moment of openness.

I set my knees back down, frowning at nothing in particular before a confused giggle leaves my lips. My eyes finally turn back to his, and it's like a spark of fire flies up in that.

"What??? Dude, no??? I genuinely wanted to go with you! I was looking for matching suits and everything!"

The confession would probably make me blush at some other point, but I just laugh right now– not noticing the way his own eyes widened and cheeks turn warm.

"Plus, who else would I invite?? You were the only person I remotely liked at that point in high school, and not only that you were– you are my best friend! I wouldn't want anyone else!"

WOW OK– Back off a little, Y/N, we're going a bit too much into the too-honest category. Slowly back away into besties again, or else he'll finally catch on the fact you've been in love with him for a good portion of your life. Beep beep beep–

He doesn't give me that chance.

Before I know what's happening, his hand is on mine and he's pulling me off the bleachers and to him– but we fall onto the shiny floor of Hawkins High gym.

He doesn't seem to mind the fact I'm crushing him a little, right now. All I can feel is his face on the crook of my neck, arms around my shoulders with our legs tangled together.

"Jesus– A warning, Eds–"

"I love you."

...

what

My mouth moves before my brain does.

"I love you too."

And for the first time, I'm thankful for that.

Because, after the split second of panic, I let out a melancholic chuckle, nuzzling into his hair.

He loves me, like a best friend does to the other.

Not like I do.

Not like Orpheus loved Eurydice, not like Darcy loved Elizabeth.

Not like I do to him.

And I've made my peace with that, so I just hug him back, feeling my heart break and race at the same time.

"No, Y/N–" He pushes me off of him, just enough so he can look at me. I have to plant my forearms by the side of his head to not fall off. He looks so pretty beneath me like this, hair sprawled around like a halo, cheeks stretched into the smile I fell for. "You don't have any idea how much that meant to me. I'm serious."

"Well, it's the truth." A soft chuckle leaves me, and I shrug. "You're literally the only one I want to go to prom with, why'd you think I ended up going alone?"

"What, you didn't had a backup date?"

"What?? No, I didn't have a "backup date", ew. What I mean is I did have offers, you know? A few people asked me to prom."

"What! You– You never told me that!" He grabs me by the shoulders, and if I wasn't planted so firmly over him, he might have shook me like trying to get me back to my senses. "How could you never tell me that, Henderson! I'm your best friend, God damnit!"

"I didn't think it was that important!"

"How could you think it wasn't?! It's a big damn deal someone tried to take you away from me!"

God damnit Eddie stop saying stuff like that-

"No one could ever take me away from you, you know that."

...Maybe I need to stop saying stuff like that.

"Yeah, but still! Who was it?? Was it someone I know?"

"Does it matter? They already graduated! We probably don't even recognize them anymore!" I can't help but laugh, chuckling as my hair falls around my face like a shaggy curtain. "Plus, it's not like it's gonna make a difference, the guy I actually wanted to go with didn't go with me."

He stops at that, hands weakening their hold on my shoulders. I immediately regret saying that.

"Oh. Right, yeah. I'm..."

"Eddie, hey, it's fine." I immediately jump up to reassure him, shaking my head and sending him a soft smile. "I really don't blame you for not going. Like I said, it must have been a bitch to not pass then have to go to prom. Really, I get it."

"I mean, yeah, but..." He looks away from me, tilting his head to the side. His bangs shift, hiding one of his eyes. "You were so excited. I never thought I would see you happy to go to a dance, much less a school one."

A puff of a laugh leaves my lips. My arms are starting to hurt from holding myself up like this.

"Yeah, it was a surprise to me too. But hey, it's fine, it's in the past. I had my turn at prom, now it's yours! And you're going with Chrissy!"

I mean, he didn't invite her yet, but– C'mon, who could say no to those eyes?

Weirdly, he grimaces at my words, almost flinching at the mention of the cheerleader's name.

"Yeah... Chrissy."

I tilt my head to the side, frowning, probably looking like a confused puppy in his perspective.

"You still nervous about inviting her?"

"No, it's not that."

"Well then, what is?" He glances back to me, before hiding further into his hair. Even with my shoulders straining from effort, I gently raise one of my hands and brush his bangs away from his eyes. His skin feels weirdly warm beneath my fingers. "C'mon, Eds, talk to me."

It's rare seeing him like this and it's eating me up inside. Normally I'm the first person he runs to for help, the first that gets him out of trouble– like when I helped him get Chrissy back to normal and out of Vecna's clutches, or when he had to hide in a boathouse for days when he was accused of assaulting her and breaking both her legs (despite her claims of his innocence.). I refused to leave his side for more than 10 minutes and got fiercely protective when we came back from the Upside down.

Honestly I have no idea how he didn't catch on the fact I'm in love with him in all that time. Steve kept saying I looked like a feral guard dog everytime anyone got remotely close to him.

"I... Just realized something." He mumbles, effectively waking me up from my wondering. Slowly, gently, he pushes me back and sits up. Still not meeting my gaze.

"What is it?" I give him space, despite the fact all I want is to hold him down again and force his eyes to look at mine. I feel like I'm drowning in worry at this point. Damnit, I shouldn't have said anything about prom. Or about Chrissy. Or– I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have ever opened my mouth. I was never good with words.

"I, uh..." He fiddles with his own fingers for a moment, before freezing. Suddenly, a smile opens at his lips–

And he raises his head, eyes finally on mine.

And it takes my breath away.

"I just got an idea."

Oh boy, here we go.

"Nothing good ever came out of those five words before."

"Oh, but that's where your wrong, my dearest angel!" He almost jumps up from the ground, looking absolutely ecstatic. "I just had the best realization of my life! I don't think I've ever had a better idea!"

Without even asking, he pulls me up- with enough force to slam my face into his collarbone.

"Ow–"

"Point is–Sorry– I need to go. Gotta a lot of planning ahead of me!" He practically giggles, pressing a kiss to the crown of my hair and skipping off into the gyms exit.

All I can do is watch him. Watch his messy and unruly hair disappear behind those doors, his smirk and excitement the last thing I see before he finally runs off to do... Something?

I must have stayed there, frozen, for at least half a minute, just staring at the void with our conversation rerolling on my head.

"What the hell just happened?" My voice echoes back to me and the gym suddenly feels a lot bigger.

With a confused but half amused sigh, I grab my bag and empty can of Pepsi off the ground and slowly leave the school.

Well, whatever that was, at least he looks excited. For me that's all that matters.

A soft, but slightly sad, smile crawls up my lips at that thought.

It's funny how many times I say those words to myself. "As long as he's happy." And it's surprising how many times I actually mean it.

A lot of people say one of the worst pains is unrequited love, that one sided pining that can last years and years.

I don't know. I honestly kinda like it.

This feeling.

It's like playing super spy, like I used to play with Dustin and the kids when we were younger. I know a secret no one else does– or at least he doesn't. It's fun. It hurts, sure, but it's fun. It's playful and fun and easy.

Easy like loving him.

And when I say I'm content of just being by his side, even if he doesn't see me the way I see him...

I mean it.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #reader insert #hmmm i feel so damn cringey for posting this tbh but I'm also so proud of it #actually had a lot of fun writing this #like a lot of fun #hope y'all five people still in the stranger things fandom like it #+++ late tag:#HD&SC #trash's writing tag o/

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x Fem Reader

Summary: After the big fight between Toman and Valhalla, the reader knows her close friend Mikey is dealing with certain emotions, trying to take his mind off of things with friendly lunch, and the nap that always comes right after…

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.3k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Toman facing Valhalla was our toughest fight yet. We lost Baji, Mikey almost lost it, and I felt so useless!

They guys refused to let me fight, they didn’t even want me there, but I still came to see and thinking about it, I sometimes wished that I didn’t see any of it.

Mikey was who I was worried about most. Facing Kazutora and reliving the pain of losing his elder brother, losing one of his friend who was like a brother. He was the silent type when it came to deep emotion.

I knew he was hurting inside and I wanted to take some of that pain away.

Just as I thought, I found Mikey at Baji’s grave, kneeled in front of the tombstone, fresh flowers in front of him.

Quietly, I kneeled down next to him, earning his attention:

“Oh, hi Y/N.”

“Hey, Mikey,” it was hard to smile during these times, but I put one on for him, looking up to the tombstone and feeling a deep sadness myself, but trying to keep things positive, “We’ll get to see him again one day, and I’m sure we’ll have a blast together.”

“I’m looking forward to that day,” He murmured, staring down at the ground, his hands on his knees, clearly getting a bit lost in his emotions.

Carefully, I placed my hand on top of his, his eyes peeking through the strands of his hair to meet mine, cooing to him:

“It’s all gonna be alright, and let’s live our best lives so we can make him proud, hm? I know he’d want that.”

“I think so too,” Squeezing my hand, I noticed that he’d been thinking about everything before I came, accepting this and letting it go.

That was a good thing and I hoped that I helped with that in some kind of way, a small smile on my face as he rubbed my hand before standing up, stretching as he thought aloud:

“My tummy’s grumbling. I could use some good food right about now.”

“Want to come to my place and I can make us lunch?” I offered, rising to my feet.

Curiosity flashed on his face, gasping slightly, “You cook?”

“Mhm!” I nodded, convincing him more, “Whatever you want to eat, I’m positive that I can make it. Made with tender love and care too.”

“Well, what are we waiting for then?”

Giggles flew with me as he took my hand, having to run to catch up with him. He sure must’ve been hungry, holding my hand and taking me right home.

“You craving anything in particular?” I went right into the kitchen the second I stepped in the door, grabbing my apron and heading to the fridge as Mikey sat at the table, hand on his chin as he debated:

“Hmm, let me think.”

Opening the fridge, I looked to see what I had at home that I could make easy and quick, seeing some salmon that was left and recommending:

“How does some miso-glazed salmon bento sound?”

“I like the sound of that!” Mikey was so adorable, rocking back in the chair and kicking his feet.

Grabbing all the veggies, rice, and salmon. I washed my hands, fired up the stove and got right to work.

Cooking was a great pass time and hobby that I picked up, already earning Mikey’s praise as I was finishing up and plating our food.

“Man, my stomach growls more and more as I smell it!”

“Just one more second, Mikey!”

Bringing over the food, I also grabbed us some drinks, presenting his food along with chopsticks:

“Oh yeah, one more thing.”

Tilting his head, his curious face turned into a happy, smiling one when he saw that I had a little flag like they put on his favorite kids meal, smiling to him as I acknowledged:

“I know you don’t like your meal without the flag.”

“Aren’t you just a sweetie pie, today?” He smirked, taking his chopstixks, making me flustered and look away laughing:

“Aww, just trying to be a good friend is all! Tell me how you like it!”

Getting my chopsticks and sitting to eat mine, I watched as he took the first bite, taking in every detail and swallowing it down, a smile on his face and his eyes lighting up at me:

“It’s delicious, Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me that you cooked any sooner?!”

“Sorry,” I laughed, taking a bite of mine and I have to say, it was pretty good! “But just think! From now on, if you want a good, home cooked meal? I’ll be your personal chef!”

“I’ll gladly take that offer,” Food always made him happy and this was so adorable to see.

He was really chowing down and it was so nice to see him in a better head space, not missing even a grain of rice and clearing his plate.

After we were done, I gathered the dishes and placed them in the dish washer, noticing how Mikey was yawning and stretching in his chair.

“If you’re sleepy, the couch is open,” Starting the dishes cycle, I went over to the couch and fluffed the pillows, grabbing a throw blanket and before I could even finish that up, he was snoring, didn’t even make it away from the table!

“Oh, Mikey,” My head shook playfully, going over and picking him up as best I could:

“Oh,” He yawned, stepping down and swaying, “I always fall asleep after a good meal.”

“I know Mikey, trust me, I know,” I chuckled, guiding him to the couch, sitting him and grabbing the blanket, “But you could use a good nap.”

“Mhm,” He already had his eyes closed, humming softly and taking me by surprise when he pulled me along with him, guiding me to lay on the couch first.

“Mikey?” I felt as hot as the sun from being so nervous and flustered. Did Draken cuddle him or something when he took naps and he needed a replacement?!

“Take a nap with me. I’m sure your tummy’s full too,” Fixing the blanket over us, he did make a point, lunch was filling, I was just so nervous!

I never cuddled with a guy before and it being Mikey?!

It was a lot to process, but as his head rested on my stomach, arms hugging me softly, he was cozy and warm, and everything about it felt so right.

“Yeah, I’m full too,” I told myself to relax, what would a little cuddle hurt? This was a new kind of comfort and a place in my heart wanted it.

He was already falling asleep again and to help, I massaged his scalp, running my hand through his blonde locks.

With a sleepy smile, he adjusted himself, nudging his head up higher towards me and I thought that I was literally going to melt into a puddle as he nuzzled his head against my breasts, humming:

“Ah, so soft.”

Thank goodness his eyes were closed because I knew probably looked crazy from the shock, sweating even! Especially when he giggled, nudging his head into them more.

“Sweet dreams-“ His voice drifted off and this time, he was dead asleep.

There was no dodging the nervousness and the wild feeling I just went through, but I knew everything that Mikey was going through.

Mikey needed this and he always had a special place in my heart, something very special that I just haven’t admitted to yet.

Seeing him so comfortable, sound asleep and so peaceful, it gave me pure happiness.

Brushing some hair away from his face, I picked my head up, loving the fuzzy feeling I got inside when his head nuzzled back naturally, kissing his temple softly:

“Sweet dreams, Mikey.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo Revengers imagine #Tokyo Revengers fluff #tokyo Revengers fanfic #tokyo Revengers fic #manjiro Sano #Manjiro Sano x reader #Manjiro Sano fluff #Manjiro Sano imagine #Manjiro Sano fanfic #Manjiro Sano fic #read and enjoy

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Broken-Two

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: Nothing too big to add here. Same as always; hope you like it!

Ten and a half months later

I set down the last box by the front door before turning on my heels, eyes gazing around the now empty apartment. All of the memories that were shared here almost seemed non-existent, faded away when that pen touched those papers. Everything I fought so hard for vanished in front of me.

The last few months had dragged on in a blur as I spent most of it held up in the bedroom down the hall. After Barry and I signed the divorce papers, I returned back to our once shared apartment in New York, the only thing I got in the divorce. At first it bothered me but I decided after much self pity that I would sell it and start over; fresh.

Which was what I was doing right this moment. It took a couple of months but my apartment had sold and I was packing up the last few things before trekking to my new home; still in New York but it was a small ranch in the suburbs. I was ready to leave the city life behind.

All of my things were at the new house, all but the one box by the front door that was labeled Barry.

I had found some of his things while packing and after tossing the thought of burning them around for a while, I decided to pack them away until I knew what to do with them. It was that time but yet still didn’t know what to do with it.

We hadn’t talked in almost a year, and he had done his best to stay off of social media, something he was always good with even when we were together, so I had no idea what he had been up to or who he had been with.

Not that it mattered anymore, we weren’t together.

The box had been in that spot for months, me clicking on his name in my phone to send him a message, wondering where I should send it or if he even wanted it. Everytime I clicked open a new message to him, nerves took over which caused me to click off my phone, forgetting it all together.

It didn’t help that after all this time, I still couldn’t change the background of my phone. It was a picture I had taken of Barry on one of our many morning walks together. It was a bit chilly that morning, he was wearing his hood to cover him but the coldness didn;t bother him, he had the biggest smile on his face.

It was one of my favorite pictures of him.

“You’ve got to move on. He’s not coming back,” I grumbled to myself.

Phone weighing heavy in my hand, I knew that I couldn’t put it off any longer. I needed to know where to send his things or if in fact he did not want them anymore. Letting out a deep breath, I let my fingers type before I could second guess myself once more.

Hey, it’s me. Y/N. Not sure if you deleted my number or something. But I was cleaning out the apartment since I sold it and found some of your things. Clothes, shoes, and a few books. Let me know where to send it and I can overnight it. Or I could donate it if you don’t want it. Talk soon.

“Oh god, that was terrible,” I cringed to myself when I read back the message.

There wasn't an ounce of hope that Barry would respond, I guessed that he had been busy since the divorce. His acting career was starting to take off, something that I knew he was proud of. He would always talk about it when we would lay together tangled in the bedsheets.

All I need is that one big role that will get my name out there.

A smile pulled at my lips when I remembered how sweet his words sounded with his Irish accent.

Barry and I had married young, both of us thinking we were in love and had big plans for our futures together. But as his career began to grow, I started to feel left behind, almost forgotten. We lived together in Ireland so when he needed to head to the states to film, oftentimes I would stay behind to work. We didn’t have much money then so we could never afford to have me take off. There were times I was able to fly out to see him or he would fly back home for the weekend but that was a rare occurrence.

Which is why we got a divorce.

Barry claimed that he didn’t have time to make a marriage work, and said that I deserved someone who could give me their full love and attention. He was starting to land these big roles he had always talked about, he didn’t need someone to get in the way of that.

I believed him at first; until pictures of him and some women surfaced all over the internet.

A sigh echoed through the now empty space as I tossed on my jacket and purse, ready to leave the box where it was when my phone went off.

It was Barry’s text tone.

My heart hammered hard in my chest as I quickly dug my phone out of my purse.

I still have your number, don’t worry. I don’t need any of the things I left at the apartment, everything I need is here.

I went to reply but stopped as another text came through.

You sold the apartment? Where are you headed now?

I couldn’t help the warmth I felt spread through me, knowing that he was a tad bit interested in my life.

I’m renting this place in the burbs. I didn’t want to be tied down to a place since I plan to travel for a while.

Only a few seconds passed before Barry replied.

You always talked about wanting to travel, good for you.

I gnawed on my bottom lip, weighing the option of trying to keep the conversation going or to end it. This was the first solid conversation we had in almost a year, even if it was through texts. I had decided to leave it up to Barry.

Thanks. So I’ll just donate your old things then?

I knew the conversation had ceased when all he sent back was a thumbs up emoji so with a disappointed sigh, I lifted the box into my arms and gave one last look around before letting the door shut slowly behind me.

Ringing from my back pocket caused me to stop halfway down the hallway.

“Hey mom, can I call you from the car? I’m lugging the last few of my things from the apartment and it’s kind of hard to talk-.”

“Hi, is this Y/N Keoghan?”

I raised a brow at the unfamiliar voice coming through the phone. “Uh, yes to the first name but I go by my maiden's name now. Y/L/N. Who are you and why do you have my mom's phone?”

“This is the Dublin police department. We’re calling about your parents.”

Blood ran cold as I froze in place. “Are they alright?”

“I’m sorry Ms. L/N. But your parents were in a terrible car accident the night before. They’re dead.”

The next words that the office had spoken went unheard as my phone dropped to the hard ground, followed by my body that was wrecked with loud, broken sobs.

#barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan and you #barry keoghan and reader #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan and yn #barry keoghan x yn #barry keoghan and y/n #barry keoghan x y/n #barry keoghan reader insert #barry keoghan angst #barry keoghan smut

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a-moth-to-the-light · 2 months

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Current Top 10 Bleachers Songs

Though I can't exactly say I grew up with Bleachers--I was 14 when I first heard of them--I feel like I did. Maybe it's because I actually did grow up with Bruce Springsteen, and didn't someone once call Bleachers a glorified Springsteen tribute band? I couldn't find the original reference, but I love Bleachers almost as much as Springsteen (who's only my favorite artist ever--sorry, Alba Reche, you're a close second I promise!!!), so I can't say that label is a bad thing. The Springsteen energy happening in their music is FANTASTIC, with some interesting electronic influences to spice things up! They released a new album last Friday, so it's time to do a top-10-so-far before I find any new favorites :)

1. Wild Heart

This is for all the kids who lived off the Love, Simon soundtrack in eighth grade, who huddled in their room and listened to "Wild Heart" over and over and over again and tried to work up the courage to ask their parents to take them to see the movie... but what if they guess? What if they figure out I'm gay? I'll just watch the trailers over and over again, listen to the soundtrack on repeat... Look, I like so much about "Wild Heart", especially the echo-y vocal effects and the way the chorus crashes in and the grumbling bass and the outro, but really this is my favorite Bleachers song as a salute to my past self. I'm sorry. And thank you. And I'm so proud of you.

2. How Dare You Want More

This song is layers and layers and layers, it's all the chaos and glee of a really great party, and I feel tipsy by the time that sax solo hits.

3. Hate That You Know Me

I thought this one was pretty weird for a longggg time, but it got me eventually. The production here is emptier than what I was used to from their first album, but over time, it started to feel less empty and more immediate to me, like I could just be hearing a couple of people giving the performance of their lives across the street. Speaking of which, shoutout to the backup vocalist who does those riffs--they bring out the best in this song's rhythm. Also, these might be my favorite Bleachers lyrics. They're fantastically fun to sing, without losing any meaning to the sonic whimsy!

4. Don't Take The Money

This is my comfort scream-it-all-out song--it has the perfect blend of genuine humor and equally genuine agony that I love so much in my favorite Taylor Swift songs. Experiencing the mortifying ordeal of being known? Singing, "I SAW YOUR FACE AND HANDS / COVERED IN SUN AND THEN / I THINK I UNDERSTAND / ... OH I UNDERSTAND" is the most effective cure I know.

5. I'm Ready to Move On / Wild Heart -- w/ Yoko Ono

Okay, sure, this is kind of just "Wild Heart" again. But I think it deserves its own spot, since it really does have its own thing going on. I'm not as much of an experimental production lover as I want to be--though I respect attempts to expand the range of sounds we think of as 'music', I still have a hard time actually enjoying the more out-there electronic stuff. But I'll listen to this one any day, weird buzzing noises included, because Yoko Ono's melody instantly cheers me up, and I find myself singing it constantly. Snow is falling! All the time! Snow is smiling! All the time! I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready! To move on!

6. I Wanna Get Better (cw: sui)

This one is... intense. I think that's what I love most about Bleachers, though, is that you get all this emotion wrapped up in these ridiculously catchy rock anthems. There's so much feeling that's fighting to get out of these songs, and so much in my heart that's fighting to get out when I listen--but then I can free it by singing along. These are songs that want to be sung along to, that invite your shared experience of things that are too heavy to carry alone. Hell, maybe that's what drew me to Bleachers, specifically, out of all the artists on the Love, Simon soundtrack. Because their music felt like coming out, even before I actually did; it gave me an escape, to a place where I felt like my secret, my big terrifying secret, had already been shared. Even for just a few minutes, I could get that weight of things unspoken off my shoulders. And suicidal ideation is hard to talk about, too. And I didn't talk about it for a long time--not for years after coming out. But I had this song to process it with, and for that I'm eternally grateful <3

7. Like A River Runs

Okay, this spot could belong to a whole bunch of songs on the Strange Desire album, but I'll go with this one, which was my most-listened song on Spotify Wrapped 2020. I don't think I've ever been able to relate to this song--I'm lucky to never have experienced the death of a close friend, or of a family member I knew well--but the production always manages to capture me instantly. I guess this song gives us another good explanation of why I feel like I grew up with Bleachers: their music sounds like how my growing up felt--this overwhelming rush of reckless joy in the present, combined with intense fits of yearning for the past.

8. Everybody Lost Somebody

COME ON MOTHERFUCKER YOU SURVIVED YOU'VE GOTTA GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK !!!!!

9. 91

I never really know what to do with this song, honestly--it's not let-it-all-out fun, like I usually expect from Bleachers. Rather, it's mysterious and reserved... but that makes it uniquely captivating, too. Its lyrics have beautifully executed time skips, and I love that string instruments are made central to the arrangement, rather than left to a low-volume layer in the chorus.

10. Rollercoaster -- w/ Charli XCX

I mean, Bleachers has some of the best hooks out there, and Charli XCX has a voice that makes any chorus a punch to the gut. A dream collaboration, for sure, and I wouldn't be surprised if this is my most-listened Bleachers song ever!

Honorable Mentions: Reckless Love, You're Still a Mystery, All My Heroes, 45, Big Life, Don't Go Dark, Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift feat. Bleachers)

#holy trinity of chung ha's roller coaster bleachers' rollercoaster and woo!ah's rollercoaster #ALSO this list had a better balance between their albums than i was expecting #i'm THE strange desire fangirl so i was a little worried the list would just be 10 songs from that album !!#i'm still trying to find a writing voice i like but i'm pretty proud of how this post turned out :)#it's hard bc i'm pretentious enough to need the formal register sometimes #but it's not useful for everything i want to communicate #so i can't really find a comfortable register to settle in !!#artist top ten #bleachers

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liminalpebble · 9 months

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Eddie's Education: Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Leia fixated on the sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum as she followed Dr. Ferguson, trying to distract herself from the fear stoking in her belly, and igniting her brain. She wasn't sure what she was in for as the older man turned and shut his door, but she had a pretty good guess. He said curtly, “Please, have a seat.”

She was waiting to see if he would sit as well, and only obliged when he did. She decided to speak first. In the last few months Leia had learned a thing or two about her worth, and she had a feeling she would shortly be called upon to advocate for it. She wanted the first strike. Eddie would want me to fight for myself, she thought, make him proud.

“May I ask what this is all about, Dr. Ferguson?”

He cleared his throat with a grumble, as if preparing to give a speech. “Well you see, Miss Vespero, I'm still concerned over the way you present yourself to your students.”

“Excuse me?” she responded, indignant, “I have done everything you asked...made every improvement. What exactly are you saying?”

“Well, your students reviewed you favorably. Your success rates are rather unusual to say the least.”

“I fail to see the problem.”

Dr. Ferguson huffed, speaking more slowly as if she were stupid. “I'm concerned, Miss Vespero, that you have been motivating your students through less than reputable means.”

“What exactly are you accusing me of?” she said with cold, controlled, fury.

He said, as if soothing a child, “No one is accusing you of anything. I'm...”

She cut him off. “No...no. You're insinuating, which is a good deal worse, especially for a young teacher in a vulnerable position. Accusations can be fought with evidence. And I promise you, sir, there is abundant evidence that I have acted beyond reproach in my duties here. If you insinuate, you can deny accusing me of anything and my hands would be tied. The damage to my reputation would already be done with no fair trial. So do not speak to me like a child. I fully understand what you're doing.”

Leia felt her voice rising and her hands began to shake with anger. Despite the assertive tone of her voice, she felt wobbly and was glad to be sitting down as her body surged with adrenaline. Her forcefulness was unprecedented and it slammed her with both a mental and physical shock.

Ferguson rebutted, “I saw you call Mr. Munson to congratulate him, I've seen him drive you like a taxi service to and from school. I've seen you hug your students on numerous occasions.” He leaned forward menacingly on his desk. “Do you mean to tell me that is appropriate conduct for a young lady such as yourself?”

Leia cringed at that last sentence. He was talking down to her as if she were a naughty teenager who broke curfew and it turned her stomach. “I personally called all of my students who passed the exam to congratulate them, as a courtesy. Dr. Thompson did the same. They deserve recognition for their hard work. And the crime of being transported to and from my place of employment? Sir, I don't own a car...on my salary, I certainly can't afford one. Mr. Munson has been kind enough to assist me in that regard, and frankly, how I carpool is none of your business. Your male employees do the same, sometimes also with students. Are they under investigation?”

Ferguson turned red, a clashing contrast to his puke-colored polyester shirt. He took on a drill sergeant's tone to match his buzz cut. “You are on very thin ice, Ms. Vespero. If you value your job here, which I might add, you are extremely fortunate to have at your age and with so little experience, I would straighten up and fly right!”

She felt nauseous at the idea of losing her job, a job in her field, a job she was good at, a job with students whom she respected when so many people didn't show them respect. Still she said, “Dr. Ferguson, if you attempt to fire me on groundless claims, whether it's insinuation or blatant accusation, you will find yourself on the receiving end of a discrimination lawsuit. Are you prepared for that?”

He pulled at the chain of his crucifix as if he suddenly felt unable to breathe. She noticed the pendant for the first time. The young teacher considered how, really, he's the one wearing something a lot more inappropriate to a public institution than she ever had. She tried to make her nervous swallow imperceptible. It was a bluff. No 23 year old adjunct professor could afford a lawyer like that. She could barely afford ramen noodles if it weren't for her job at the bar giving her just a little more money. Nonetheless, the bluff seemed to have it's intended affect. The dean was startled into a few huffing moments without offering a reply.

She bore into him with her hard, dark, eyes, daring him to speak and glad for his discomfort as he struggled to. “Alright, Miss Vespero. You'll finish out your year here as your contract says, since there is no evidence yet of a breach of protocol, but prepare yourself for a meeting with the board once this year is finished and it's time to renew said contract. We'll have to discuss if you are right for the future of this institution.”

She took a deep breath but refused to break eye contact, saying as neutrally as possible, “Is that all?”

“That's all Miss Vespero. You're dismissed,” he said, and she grimaced as she stormed out of his office, chaffing at being dismissed like a high school student rather than a colleague.

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Later that evening, Leia's phone rang. Startled, she slid the bottle of Jack Daniel's and the tumbler of ice away from where they blocked the device, and stared down at the caller ID. She didn't get many phone calls and she didn't like to get them. It wasn't a number she recognized, which at least meant it wasn't Ferguson, so she shrugged and picked up the receiver. Taking a fortifying breath, she readied herself to perform her best impression of a sober person.

“Hello?”

“Hello there,” said that sweet voice, which always seemed paradoxically shy and cocky at the same time.

She smiled. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Sorry to call your at home...I just...I know you never gave me your number, but it was in the staff directory.”

“Don't worry about it! That's fine! It's nice to hear your voice,” she said with an odd slur and crack in her timbre.

“Are...are you drunk?” Eddie asked with a breathy chuckle.

“Maybe a little. What's up?” she asked, trying to divert and hoping he wouldn't ask what had her drinking herself into oblivion tonight.

“Ha. Well, you might want to save it for tomorrow night. We all get trashed every Halloween party, working or not. Two days of hangovers might not be the most fun.”

“I'm fine, Eddie,” she said in a soft voice, hoping he would buy it. He didn't. But he could also tell she didn't want to talk about, and carried on.

“Anyway, I just wanted to really thank you for everything...better than I did when you called before. Sorry if I was being kind of rude or a dick or something. They guys were...well...you could probably hear them.”

She chuckled, but still nervously pinched at the fabric of her couch cushion. “Yeah, I heard them...but don't worry about it. I had to be little miss professional asshole too, with Ferguson breathing down my neck.”

Now Eddie laughed, amused by her drunken openness. “Jesus...Turd Ferguson's still being a dick to you? What is that man's fucking problem. It's not your fault everyone loves you.”

She scoffed. “You have no idea. He's really on the warpath...And...and...everyone doesn't 'love' me, Eddie. I'm just nice...sometimes a doormat, even,” she said, then let her head drop to the back of the couch, gaze meandering hazily around the ceiling.

“Negative, Princess Leia. I'm 100% sure that every guy you ever taught must be head over heels in love with you.” She was glad he couldn't see her turn red as she desperately sought a diversion. I'm too drunk for him to be this charming right now. I can't handle this, she mused internally.

“Uh...even Andy? I don't think I could marry him though, you know. I'd always come second to Miller High Life and the Marlboro man.”

Eddie giggled....giggled...big scary Eddie Munson giggled. And it made her heart flutter.

“I uh. I hate to bring the mood down, but I wanted to make sure Sam hasn't been sniffing around or causing any more trouble.”

Sam. Right. She'd been so worked up about this horrible meeting with Ferguson, she'd forgotten about Sam. Jesus, my life is a circus, she thought, rolling her eyes.

“Surprisingly no. I think maybe he felt inferior enough once he saw a hot metal....” she almost said, a hot metalhead with his ex. “Uh..a metalhead holding a broken beer bottle to his throat was intimidating enough for now to scare him off.”

Leia couldn't see the smile slowly spreading so wide across Eddie's hot face that it made the apples of his cheeks ache. He did a little jump up and down feeling giddy and drunk, himself. A hot metalhead. He thought to himself. He couldn't believe she thought he was hot. Ever since he got the call from the school office, the same verse of the same song of his desires had been pounding through his head like a skipping record. Ask her out. Ask her out. Ask her out. ASK HER OUT!!! Over and over and over again. Wayne, Dale, and Gareth had been yelling it to him as well all day. He'd been pacing and whispering it to himself repeatedly before he picked up the phone, like a devout zealot offering up the same frantic prayer as he worked up his courage, then dialed the number with shaking hands. She couldn't imagine how nervous he was.

He promised himself that once he passed he would ask her out. He reminded himself that this is why he called. He was determined to do it...and yet...hearing that there was some pain in her voice, something sticking like a thorn in her side that she wouldn't tell him gave him pause. Maybe she didn't need him to be her boyfriend right now (if she ever did want it). It sounded like right now she might need a friend a lot more, and what if he ruins their friendship? Eddie sighed. Deep down he knew what he was doing; rationalizing a reason to run, like he always did. He had been thinking so hard about all of this that he didn't realized he'd left Leia with several long moments of odd radio silence that she didn't exactly know what to do with.

She asked softly, “Eddie...did you zone out?”

“Yeah,” he said pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing at his face in frustration, “yeah, I did. Sorry sweetheart. I've just got a lot on my mind...you know? It sounds like you do to.”

“Yeah...that's an understatement,” she said morosely, and he could hear the clink of another drink being poured.

Eddie sat forward in his chair now, brows furrowed. “Leia, are you alright...I mean really. If you weren't you know you could talk to me right?”

Her eyes welled up and she bit her lip, trying not to sniff, but a tiny one escaped anyway. Eddie heard it. I want to Eddie. I want to tell you everything. I want to tell you how much I love you. I wish my life wasn't a mess with people like Ferguson and Sam here to ruin it.

Eddie has friends and family. He has a life here. Tomorrow is his favorite day of the year, his favorite gig, his favorite party, surrounded by all that love from everyone he cares about. How can I rain on that parade for this sweet odd incredible man? I'd just be a burden...lonely and sad...dragging him away from all these people he cares about. I can't take this man down in the quicksand with me, she thought, and she found herself making the decision she was so used to making; to keep the pain to herself and stay away.

And so they both fell back into old habits that they hoped so much to break. Now she was the one leaving Eddie with an awkward pregnant pause, full of everything she wished she could say. She sniffed and cleared her throat. “I um...well, it's just a little tough right now but I'll be alright Eddie, I promise. Please don't worry about me. I always land on my feet.” Then she forced a brightness into her voice, “Hey...please have lots of fun celebrating your GED. You've worked to so hard and you deserve some partying. And I'll be there tomorrow to celebrate with you in person, okay?”

Eddie's heart sunk with disappointment; disappointment with himself for not asking her out, disappointed that she still felt she had to hide her pain from him. But if she could fake not being heartbroken, so could he. He said in falsely-sunny voice, “Yeah! It'll be fun. Pick you up at 4?”

“That'd be great. Thanks, Eddie. Thank you for everything. You're amazing. Please never forget that or let anyone tell you differently.”

That part she meant. That part held a deep honesty that revived his heart a little and brought tears to his eyes. “Thanks, sweetheart. I'll see you then. Good night.”

“Good night, Eddie.”

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The Twin Flame - Chapter 8: "My Tears Ricochet"

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves..."

Bucky throws the door of the police station open, the aggravation on his face clear as day.

After the day him and Sam have had, he's just barely relieved that he's walking out as a free man after being arrested for missing his court-mandated therapy.

"Well, I feel better," Sam sarcastically grumbles.

"I feel like shit," Bucky grunts, a fresh batch of irritation laced in his voice after that therapy session from hell.

And then their night gets just a bit worse when John Walker rings the alarm of the police car he and Lemar lean on, the loud whooping noise grating on Bucky's last nerve.

"Gentlemen," John greets. "Good to see you again."

Sam and Bucky pad over to the car in silent resignation. Neither of them truly wanted to hear John Walker out, but they could both reluctantly admit that they sort of owed him for getting Bucky out of jail.

"Look, if we divide ourselves, we don't stand a chance. You guys know that," John matter-of-factly states, a proud smile on his face that borders on blatantly condescending. "We need to find this Sunshine-"

"Don't call her that," Bucky angrily retorts, unable to stop himself from revealing their last card to John.

That they know exactly who you are.

The proud smile on John's face slowly melts away to something akin to startled realization, "You know who it is." His eyes flicker to Sam's protective stance to the way Bucky's jaw clenches at the mere mention of the nickname. "You both know who it is."

Sam's arms drop, hoping a diplomatic approach could get John off of your trail, "It's irrelevant at this point, John."

John takes a step forward in Sam's direction. "They could be responsible for this. They could be helping the Flag Smashers!"

"She's not!" Sam curtly denies.

John lowers his gaze, challengingly crossing his arms. "And how do you suppose they got all that serum, Sam?"

Once again, Sam tries to maintain his composure, to talk John from pursuing his newest obsession. "We don't know...but it doesn't matter. We-"

John cuts him off with a snort, "I'd beg to differ. Whatever this is, it's dangerous is. She's dangerous."

"You know, other than accusations, is there anything you actually have?" Bucky challenges, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The leader's name is Karli Morgenthau. We've been targeting civilians who've been helping Karli move from place to place," John starts.

"They geotagged a location," Lemar continues. "Then scrambled the signal, but our satellites keep finding their symbols popping up in various displaced communities across Central and Eastern Europe."

"We think she's taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps," John finishes.

"Well," Bucky smugly starts, not putting any effort to conceal the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "There are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So I guess you'll have to look real hard."

"Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?" John retorts.

"Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?" Bucky continues, egging John on with a smug, challenging simper on his face.

"No," John admits, anger slowly seeping into his once composed voice. "We don't know, Bucky. It's only a matter of time before we find out."

"Things are really intense for you, aren't they, Walker?" Bucky taunts.

"Alright, let's just take it easy. Walker's right," Sam interjects, stepping between the two men before any more words can be exchanged. "It's imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorizations you have to get. We're free agents. We're more flexible, so it wouldn't make sense for us to work with you."

"A word of advice, then," John adds as Sam and Bucky start walking away. They both turn slightly, watching the threatening expression appear on John's face so quickly that it's jarring to the two of them. "Stay the hell out of my way."

With nothing left to say, Sam and Bucky walk away.

"Now, what?" Sam starts, slowly walking the pavement next to Bucky.

Just as Bucky's about to answer, Sam's phone starts ringing. He pulls his phone out of his pocket to see Joaquin's name flashing across his screen.

Cautious excitement starts bubbling inside Sam at the hopes that maybe you've talked to Joaquin and have agreed to stop dodging Sam's calls. He eagerly answers the call, putting the phone to his ear.

The second he lifts the phone to his ear, Joaquin's frantic voice is ranting at him, confessing everything all at once.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Sam tries to speak, but Joaquin's words steamroll over his. He turns away from the questioning look Bucky's giving him, taking a few long strides away from him. "Joaquin, I can't understand you- Just hold- Just slow down and tell me what happened."

"I thought she got trapped, but she got out, and now she's getting checked out by doctors and I told her to tell you but she didn't want to worry you and now we're back in New York and I think you're going to be pretty upset. But I just had to tell you! I had to!" Joaquin rants all in one breath.

"What are you talking about?" Sam wildly questions, trying to piece together any of Joaquin's words at the mile a minute rate they're being thrown at him.

"She's hurt, Sam."

For a moment, Joaquin's words ring in Sam's ears. It's all he can hear.

She's hurt.

Even as Joaquin tells him that you miraculously escaped from God knows where with only a few minor cuts and scrapes. Even as Joaquin tells him that the doctors have cleared you. All he can hear is those words. You're here. In New York. And still a million miles away.

And you're hurt.

He can't remember the last time he felt his stomach sink this quickly and this intensely.

"I'll be right there," Sam quietly breathes.

His hands have suddenly gone cold as the phone drops from his ear and gets shoved in his back pocket.

"What's going on?" Bucky questions, eyes widened at the strange look on Sam's face.

Though internally he feels frantic, helpless, Sam's words are so calm, they almost feel cold and detached. Bucky can't even tell if Sam is pissed, worried, or scared. Maybe some overwhelming combination of all three.

"I don't know," Sam absently remarks. "I have to go."

"I'll come with."

Sam immediately sticks out his hand, halting Bucky. Bucky's eyes widen at the abruptness of Sam's rejection. He couldn't deny they weren't on the best terms, that was clear after their session with Dr. Raynor, but something clearly wasn't right.

It doesn't take Bucky more than a second to put it together. And in spite of the fact that he wants to know what happened to you that's got Sam all freaked, he knows you and him weren't exactly on good terms either. "It's- That's not a good idea. Something tells me this isn't going to be pretty."

Bucky's head jolts, but he nods, unsure of what else he's supposed to do in Sam's clearly conflicted state. "Alright, just-"

The rest of Bucky's words are a blur to Sam as his drive back to base starts eerily calm. The death grip on the steering wheel is the only indication that something isn't right.

At first, Sam can't think anything, his thoughts are rampant, worried sick.

The next mile, he's panicked. What if the doctors were wrong? What if something was really wrong? Joaquin wouldn't be that panicked without a really good reason.

By the time he's pulling onto the base, he's settled on angry. It's the easiest emotion to identify, even easier to let it course through him.

So he's angry. Angry that you lied. Angry that you went behind his back. Angry that you're hurt and you didn't even call him. No, he had to find out from a frantic Joaquin.

As he storms through the corridor after corridor on the base, the anger keeps building, stewing, and festering.

He's about to ask the one of the nurses where you are when he hears Joaquin's familiar voice through one of the thin curtains that divide each hospital bed.

“Look, maybe you should talk to Sam, I sort of -” Joaquin starts, his voice clearly strained with guilt and mountains of anxiety.

You cut him off, placing your comforting hand on his shoulder, “Trust me when I tell you, what Sam doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Yeah,” Joaquin awkwardly winces. “About that-”

Joaquin is cut off with a dramatic flourish of the hospital curtain being pulled back to reveal a very, very angry Sam Wilson. "Are you kidding me?"

You barely spare Sam a second glance before you hang your head, loudly groaning, "You called Sam?"

"I'm sorry! It was getting rough and really chaotic and I thought you were dead for a solid 10 minutes- " Joaquin begins ranting, his hands begin dramatically waving around as he recounts his panic.

"What?" Sam practically shouts, cutting Joaquin off. "You thought she was dead!?"

You finally look up, meeting Sam's intense glare, "It's not a big deal, Sam. I just got a little roughed up, that's all."

As you look up, that's when he gets his first sight of you in months. And it's clear you're understating the extent of your injuries. Everything from the gash on the side of your forehead, the bruise on your cheekbone.

"A little roughed up?" Sam scoffs, gently, but firmly, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb. He examines the gash on the side of your head, mostly cleaned, but still so very noticeable to Sam. "Look at your face!"

"Traitor," you grumble to Joaquin who looks ready to pass out.

He drops his hand from your face, he looks to Joaquin for a moment, then back to you. Still full of agonizing worry and frustration, he demands, "You were supposed to be doing recon. Only recon! What the hell happened?"

"Okay, so maybe I was doing a little more than recon," you concede, brushing Sam off as you stand up off the uncomfortable metal table. "So what? I need answers."

"Well, now you're going back to Louisiana," Sam angrily decides.

The words surprise even himself. He had no intention of sending you back until the very moment he saw you and your extensive injuries.

Maybe if he wasn't so angry at you, at himself, so filled with worry, he'd think this through. But right now, he decides that protecting you is his priority.

Even if you didn't want him to anymore.

You shake your head wildly, refusing to back down. "No, I'm not!"

"Oh yes, you are!"

You hastily reach out to grab your bag, forgetting another one of your injuries from a few days prior. You jaggedly hiss, tucking your arm back to your side.

Sam's eyes widen even more, a fresh batch of worry washing over him. "What's wrong with your arm?

You cringe as the question leaves Sam's mouth. The absolute last thing you wanted was to give Sam another reason to solidify his causes for concern. "Nothing!"

"Take off your jacket," he demands.

"No!" you incredulously scoff.

"Now."

"No."

"Do it or I swear I'm going to handcuff you to Redwing!" he threatens.

"Fine," you huff.

You forcefully exhale, slowly peeling off your jacket with extra caution to avoid jostling any of your numerous injuries.

Unfortunately for you, the t-shirt underneath your jacket does nothing to hide the large white bandage wrapped around the top of your bicep.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam admonishes the second he sees the large bandage. "What happened?"

"It was a close call," you sheepishly mutter like a petulant child.

"A close call with what?" he seethes.

You wince, visibly cringing as you reply, "A bullet."

"You were shot?!"

"It's a flesh wound!" you insist.

"I - You - I don't even- You are grounded!" Sam angrily sputters.

"What?" you exclaim. "I'm not a child, Sam. You can't ground me!"

"Wanna bet?" Sam challenges. He points to Joaquin, who is still standing in the corner of the makeshift room as an awkward witness to this fight. "No more Torres."

"No more Torres?" Joaquin repeats from behind Sam.

"No Torres!"

"You said you would let me look," you accuse, feeling anger start to bubble up inside of you at Sam's overprotective, overbearing overreaction.

"No, what we agreed on was recon, gathering information. We definitely didn't agree on busting down doors to get the answers you want!" Sam argues.

"I'm not going back to Louisiana," you defiantly state.

"Yes, you are."

“No, I’m not,” you grimace.

"Yes, you are!"

This time, when you feel the anger threatening to surface, you can't tamp it back down. Before you can grip onto it, it abruptly escapes your grasp. You grit, staring Sam down with a heaving chest, punctuating each word that spills out of you, "No, I'm not!"

You're shaken out of your stupor when Sam's eyes tears away from you and instead focus on the small fire erupted on the metal table.

The second you realize it, you force your breathing to slow, to tamp down all the emotions surging inside of you, shoving them into the box at the back of your head.

The bright blue fire dies as quickly as it began.

This time, when Sam addresses you, his voice is calmer, laced with concern again. "It's getting worse. Isn't it?"

You don't answer his question, still in shock at yourself. It's a terrible feeling, being so out of control.

Each time feels like an out of body experience, sometimes it feels like there's no way back to the real you.

Each time it seems less likely that you'll make it back to yourself, and you'll be stuck as this volatile being incapable of control. Your grasp on everything slipping before your very eyes.

You don't want to answer Sam's question, you don't want to fuel his concerns, so you find yourself conceding, "I'm gonna go grab my things."

Sam opens his mouth to say something, to say anything so you don't beat yourself up. He can't find the words, words to apologize, to comfort, to offer condolence, they all escape him. He says nothing as you shuffle out of the room.

“I’m sorry,” Joaquin whispers to you as you pass by him.

With a warm smile, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder, “It’s alright, I’m not mad. Thank you, for everything.”

Sam throws his hands up from behind you, indignantly scoffing with a roll of his eyes, "Oh, sure, be mad at me but not at Torres."

"I can't hear you!" you call back over your shoulder.

"Yes, you can," Sam shouts back. Then he lowers his voice when he notices other people that more than likely heard this entire fight play out. He offers an awkward wave and smile to the people sitting behind the receptionist desk. He juts his thumb in your direction, sheepishly chuckling, "She heard me."

He takes a few steps back into your makeshift hospital room. Even though he knows everyone in a ten-foot radius just heard the entire argument between the two of you, his shoulders slump in defeat as he shuts the curtain for some pseudo-privacy.

From the the therapy session from hell with Bucky to the explosive argument with you, the night really begins to weigh on him.

He rolls his neck, staring up at the tiled ceiling as he shakes his head. His rolls his neck back downward, the scorch mark on the table catching his eye again.

Staring at the small scorch mark on the table, he wonders when everything got so out of hand, wonders at what point did you stop thinking that you could come to him about these things.

And at what point did he lose both of his friends?

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Feels Like Home

17: Love and Truces

Before Jake breaks the intimacy of the moment, before we must go and enjoy the distraction of friends, I grab his cheeks and pull him into my lips aggressively. I am not ready for this moment to end. We continue on in this manner, my tongue asks for entrance into his mouth and it is given permission. My hands move to his neck and his muscular arms wrap around my lower back, pulling me in tighter. His thumb and then his fingers, sneak their way under the edge of my sweater and the feeling of his fingers on my skin heats my body from its core.

The kiss is still full of fire and lust. The same as before filled with all of the things we have been afraid to explore. It is, however, slow and we savor each other at this moment. The world is spinning around me, but not much else exists except for us.

He pulls away, smoothing my hair and trying to slow his breath. I suddenly hear music playing in the background and open my eyes.

"Mahri," he whispers and rubs my cheek with the back of his hand, "People are starting to stare and I know you wouldn't want that."

I look into his eyes and smile. I couldn't care less who is staring at me right now. I just want him. No one has made me feel so loved and desired. I am having a hard time controlling myself. I want to argue with him about this, to tell him that I don't care at all what people think, but then remember that I was the one who wanted to take things slow. I need to remember my resolve to make this relationship work, not just for now, but for the long haul.

I nod as he reaches down and grabs my hands, "We have beers getting warm over there and friends to drink them with." He smiles and gives my cheek a kiss before turning to head toward Betty and Phil. Betty is laughing at something Phil has just whispered into her ear.

Jake pulls out a chair for me, but then I take his hand and sit him down so I can sit in his lap. Once he realizes what I am doing, he wraps his arm around my waist to keep me there and gives me a quick peck on the side of the cheek.

"What the hell?" Phil grumbles and rolls his eyes, "Can't you two wait until you get home?"

Jake chuckles. I know he is proud to have me in his arms. Almost as proud as I am to be wrapped in his.

"That's what we all could have said about you during the race earlier," I tease. "What was that all about? You guys gave a performance and then just disappeared."

"We had some...things to take care of," Betty answers with a crooked smile. I believe that Phil's cheeks flush, but it happens so fast that I can't be sure. I see Betty smirk, seemingly proud of both the fact that I called him out and of the events that transpired earlier.

She then shoves a couple of drinks our way. "So, you two are having a good night. Glad to hear and see it. Phil and I had a lovely afternoon. We waited for you outside the haunted house, but we didn't see you, so we went ahead. I do think that I saw a blur of an MC run past us while we were in the clown room. Why would that have been? What happened?"

"I panicked," I answer her as a blush rolls its way across my cheeks. "I punched the werewolf in the face and ran before they called the cops. I am so embarrassed."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you should be proud. That werewolf guy had no understanding of personal space. I can't believe that you punched him though. Good job. No one should be able to push you around." Betty looks sincere.

Phil shakes his head like he can't believe that I would do that.

Jake leans over and whispers in my ear, "See, I told you it was sexy to face your fears."

Phil interjects, "Am I the only one who thinks this is assault?"

"You're going to tell me that a girl being able to take care of herself doesn't make her just a tad bit sexier?" Betty asks.

"I don't know how to answer that question," Phil stutters. " If I say yes, I face the wrath of Jake and I hurt your feelings. I think you, Betty, are the sexiest thing to enter our town in years. no offense to Mahri, but she doesn't compare to you in the sexy department."

"Good answer, Phillip." Jake nods in approval.

" I agree with Jakey completely," Betty says and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He wraps his arm around her from the side and leaves his hand resting on her ass.

"Now I am the one who is offended," I joke. "I don't even come close?"

"You are the best woman in all of the world. You surpass all of the others in every possible way, including the sexy factor." Jake responds with a smile as wide as the ocean.

"Now that is a good answer," I say. We start kissing again.

"Suck up," Phil mumbles under his breath, but he is smiling. He is having fun picking on Jake. Jake is, for once, not concerned with Phil.

Betty interrupts our kisses, "You two are worse than we are and I am pretty bold," Jake backs off and blushes, and Betty notices the faux pas. "Jake, I am just kidding, You and Mahri deserve all of the happiness and the kissing that you can get...but seriously finish those beers. I need a refill and everyone has been talking about some magical cider that this place is famous for."

Jake and I finish our beers and Betty drags me to the bar with her.

The bar is makeshift, made out of pallet wood and twinkle lights. It is pretty, but it is also obvious that it is here for the festival and then it will be removed. There is a line at the bar so we know that we will have to wait for a bit. When we get to our place in line, she says, "Those two need to talk, they are more alike than they realize."

"What do you mean they are alike?" I question.

They are both really scared of people seeing who they are," Betty begins. "Phil talks tough and acts like he doesn't care. His bravado is a coping mechanism. He is afraid of a broken heart just like the rest of us. He covers it up with charisma and those hot tattoos. He values people and only allows certain ones in his life."

"...and Jake?" I ask.

"Jake is afraid of not being accepted for who he is. He is afraid of being left behind, that is all that he has known. People didn't always leave him by choice, but they left just the same. Instead of acting charming or arrogant, he becomes quiet and antisocial. I know that he was running for his life, but Jakey felt more comfortable in that isolated environment than in a regular situation. He would have never come to a place like this before."

She continues, "The truth is, they are both softies and can be quickly damaged."

I change the subject slightly, "Do you think they will ever be friends?"

"I think if we keep putting them in these situations then they will. Look, I know quality people. They are both quality. They will learn to trust each other. Hell, they may even realize that they enjoy each other's company." She responds.

"Yeah, I guess you are right. I just don't know if Jake can get past Phil's constant teasing." I say with a worried tone in my voice.

"Jake doesn't get as upset by things when you are around. He is watching you right now and doesn't seem upset by Phil in the slightest." I look over and see Jake staring in my direction. I love that he is making sure that I am safe, and I love the way his eyes have darkened, knowing what that means. I had to look away before my own eyes reflected that same emotion back.

"How are things going between the two of you, by the way?" she asks.

"I feel like things are good. We had a wonderful day. I know I said that I want to go slow, but days like today make it hard. Some days just want to jump into a relationship with reckless abandon and never look back." I admit.

"He really is a wonderful human and it is amazing considering the shit that he has had to go through to become one. He really does love you, I mean he is fucking crazy about you. You need to go slow for him as well, you know. It is easy for him to break, and it wouldn't be hard for you to do permanent damage." She looks at me with a definitive look in her eye.

"I don't want to ever hurt him and I don't want to ever lose him," I answer honestly.

"Tonight, you two have been incredible together and you are a wonderful team. I have never seen him as happy, but I don't know if he can handle you walking away again. He was a mess when the two of you weren't speaking." the seriousness of her tone doesn't escape me.

"That will not happen again. I have made a vow. I never break my vows." I promise her.

"I know it won't because I will personally take you down if you hurt him. I am fierce in my loyalty." It is a deliberate threat.

"I am not afraid. I took down a werewolf tonight." I say, lightening the mood.

Yeah, you did, " she says and high-fives me.

I want her to know that she has been good for Phil. "Look, I feel like I ought to tell you that Phil with you is a good thing."

"You think? I know I like him, but..."

I interrupt her. "He's crazy about you. I have never seen him defer to anyone's wishes before. Besides, he never takes his eyes off of you. He is quieter when you are around, almost shy. It's cute."

"He is a very nice man," Betty states with a dreamy look in her eyes. "And he is hot. I have a hard time keeping my hands off of him."

"I am sure he isn't complaining. You have no idea how he used to be with all of the ladies. He never stopped flirting. He had a different girl by his side nightly. You have been a good influence on him already." I pat her on the shoulder as she beams from the praise.

Betty is not always as confident as she let on, but I would never let her know that I know that.

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Jake's POV:

"Phillip, I feel that I ought to ask what your intentions are with my best friend?"

"I want to be with her as much as possible, She makes me laugh, she is tough, she tells me the truth, and, look at her, she is gorgeous. I want to know her more in all the ways one can, if you catch my drift."

"I understand what you are saying. I know she is a powerhouse, I just want you to know that underneath that thick skin, she is very fragile, it isn't hard to break her." I tell him, but almost feel guilty for revealing her secret.

"It is not my intention to mess with her. I want her in my life." Phil says, meeting my eyes to let me know that he is speaking from his heart.

I breathe out a sigh, "Good, then I don't have to worry."

"No, you don't, and look, man, Mahri is a wonderful girl, really, she is amazing. I can see the two of you together and I would never get in the way of that, I hope you trust that because I really want to be her friend, and I like to flirt with her because flirting always makes a woman feel good. Charlie and I like to flirt."

"Charlie? Who's Charlie?" I ask.

"Charlotte, You call her Betty. She asked me to call her Charlie so I will, she said something about the name Betty being reserved for family and she never wanted to kiss a family member the way that she wants to kiss me." He lowers his head and a smiles lights up his face.

That makes sense. I would certainly never want to kiss her. "There is one thing," I tell him, "if you are dating her, you have to know that you are stuck with me. We are family and friends forever. I will not allow you to take her out of my life." I watch him with sincerity.

"She told me the same thing. I don't trust you yet, but I am willing to work on that for Betty and Mahri's sake." He holds out his hand to shake mine in a gentleman's agreement.

"It's a deal." I shake his hand and we nod.

The men pause in their conversation and look over at the women with admiration in their eyes.

"How did two schmucks like us end up here with those two amazing women?" Jake asks.

"I am not a schmuck," he chuckles, "but I am not worthy of her. You aren't worthy of Betty either, how did you meet her anyway?"

"First grade, she punched the boy that was bullying me. She decided that we were friends. I am lucky to have a sister like her," I pause and then add, "If you hurt her, I will make you suffer. "

Phil smirks, "Like you could make me suffer, computer boy. But I do appreciate your care for her. I have no intention to hurt her. I am truly lucky to have her in my life. Also, I would kick myself if I hurt her." He pauses, just watching her, then continues, "I like bossy women. I never knew that before met her."

I chuckle. "She certainly is bossy, but if she wasn't I am sure that MC and I wouldn't be together right now. She made us talk to each other."

"Nah," Phil shakes his head aggressively, "Even if I don't want to admit it, you two would have found each other. Though, I don't know what she sees in you." He smiles sideways, Letting me know that he is just kidding, "I will give you the same warning, If you break her heart, Jessy will kill you. She is scarier than I am."

I nod in assent. "It is my intention to make her happy every day that I live."

"Enough of this talk, we sound like women," Phil says and finishes off his beer. "If we are going to be around each other, and these girls are going to make sure it is that way, I need you to know that there are three lines we don't cross. We don't talk about my past. We don't talk about sports. We don't talk about clowns. "

"Clowns?" I ask.

He holds his finger up and wags them side to side. "We don't talk about clowns."

I smirk.

"Deal. This is a truce."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that anyone else has to know that. I like the whole we hate each other a little bit thing we have going."

"It's too much to admit that you might possibly think that I am cool?"

"I will never think that you are cool, but yes, it is too much to admit that I think you are a stand-up guy who is best friends with someone that I care very much about and in love with a woman who I would fight beside in a gang war.?"

"Fair enough, Phillip." He grimaces at the name but lets it go. I smile slightly but hide it quickly. I can't let him know that I understand how to get under his skin.

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Mahri's POV:

We head back to the table with drinks in our hands. Three ciders and a beer. Phil insisted that he couldn't drink that "girly crap." He isn't particular about most things, but when it comes to alcohol, he has strong opinions. I guess it is fitting since he owns a bar.

Our table is close to the men, but the crowd has grown and we have to weave our way through people. Betty asks me, "How did two tough girls like us end up with such sweet men?"

"Phil is sweet?" It didn't really surprise me, but I wanted to know more.

"Yeah, don't tell. I like the fact that people think he is this tough guy." She admits.

"The truth is, we are lucky, and let's not ask too many questions. I am very happy and I don't want to jinx it." I tell her, once again, and a smile crosses my face. I meet Jake's eyes and he smiles back. I just can't help but be happy when I am with him.

She laughs and hands Phil his beer as she bends down and kisses him on the cheek. He pulls her into his lap and wraps his arm around her tight. Jake smiles as he watches them together.

Jake pulls a chair close to his and sits me down in the seat next to his, resting one arm around the back of the chair. I scoot as close to him as I can get. He leans over and places a kiss on my cheek then he whispers in my ear. "I missed you."

I hand his cider to him and smile, placing my hand on his cheek. He grabs it and kisses my palm as he stares into my eyes.

Some of us need to get rid of pent-up energy, I see, "Betty says as she motions toward the interaction between the two of us. "Hurry up and finish those drinks, we have some dancing to do."

"Phil, you are going to dance?" I say with a slight chuckle and slightly astonished.

He shrugs his shoulders, knowing that I am teasing a bit.

Jake responds for him. "It's not like he has a choice, Betty would never allow him to say no."

Truer words were never spoken.

"Besides, if he is anything like me, an excuse to have his woman in his arms would overpower any apprehension to dance." He takes a big swig of his cider and squeezes my thigh.

"Ugh." Phil groans as he watches us and begins to down his beer in earnest.

I am almost sure that I saw a look of camaraderie between the two.

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CHAPTER 17: "Darkest of Nights"

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"That bèndàn is so annoying."

Minghao watched as Minyook continued to fake a smile towards our guests. Minyook has been more cranky than usual during this shift, and it might be because of my absence these few days. I was told he had to do more work on my behalf and he was losing his mind.

Usually if one of us is sick or on vacation, we usually can handle the restaurant, but because of recent popularity, Minyook was apparently struggling. And he made sure he made it known.

We only had almost an hour left before closing and Minghao was on his tea break and wanted to ask about my well being. I then brought up the topic of work and in return he spoke about Minyook's behavior.

"We should fire him and just let your siblings work here," he spat while he drank his herbal tea. "I had to run back and forth between the kitchen and here all because he refuses to remember what's in the menu!"

Minghao is usually more calm when he has his tea break, but seeing him more annoyed than usually was certainly something. Minghao always had something to say, but I don't ever get tired of him. After all, I am one of the first people he met when he moved here in South Korea. His Korean wasn't the best, but he always did try, and I respected him for that. In return, I would pick up some of his Mandarin phrases.

I smiled at my Chinese coworker who seemed on edge than usual. It's always fun hearing him ramble. I sighed on his behalf.

"Minyook will always be Minyook. Only God knows what Mister Choi would do with him." I watched as Minyook faked another smile to a guest asking for a napkin.

In the corner of my eye, I can see Minghao cringe before looking back at me. He was clearly tired of seeing him.

"My brother plans on getting his work permit this weekend," I tell him. "My sister is ready whenever Mister Choi wants her to start."

Minghao nodded his head with closed eyes. He looked like a proud uncle.

"Good. Then we can get rid of Minyook and make this place happy. Stupid bèndàn can't even tell the difference between a xiu mai and baozi. It's not that hard! They don't even look the same!" Minghao's Chinese accent was coming out the more he spoke.

I giggled from his outbursts. I know I should feel bad for him, but I couldn't help but find this whole thing humorous. Minghao sighed before looking at me. He seemed tired of the joy I was gaining from his complaints.

"Keep smiling! If you were me you'd be tired too!" he groaned. "Enough about that fool before I get a headache!"

He scrunched his face as he thought of another topic to talk about. His expression quickly changed as though he had gained an idea.

"So...that guy from earlier," he starts.

I felt myself get nervous.

Minghao smirked with mischief. "Was he your boyfriend?"

My cheeks burned from his embarrassing question. I avoided his eyes and watched our guests enjoy their food.

"Well... I don't know if I can call him that..." I mutter.

Boyfriend seemed like a strong word, but I don't dislike it...

The memory of his bright grin and the way he held me earlier ran through my mind. I wanted to cover my face and hide.

Boyfriend...

"Ah, so you're in the talking stage?" He laid his chin on his hand over the table.

His eyes were filled with interest and mischief. I knew where he was going with this, and I didn't even want him to start.

"Is he the jealous type?" He suddenly says. "Because I can make him stop being a coward. All I have to do is-"

I raised my hand in front of him and motioned him to stop talking.

"Minghao, no!" I quickly say. "Just let things be."

I don't need him messing with Chan. Him and I are okay right now, and I still have to talk to Wonwoo later about my parents. I don't need Minghao's antics. I still have things to deal with later that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

He frowned at me with narrow brows before rolling his eyes.

"Alright," he grumbles. "Atleast it isn't that one guy that tried kicking me out your house! That bèndàn- TCH."

My brows narrowed from his words. Was he talking about Hansol?

The memory of yesterday came to mind.

Hansol.

I wander if Hansol is okay? Chan and him seemed to have a problem the last time I saw him. I wonder if they made up?

"Hey Subin."

Minyook called out me with an annoyed face. He walked over to us with his thumb pointing behind him.

His face was filled with judgement and disapproval as though seeing me gave him an ick. "There's some guests that insist on talking to you."

My eyes followed where his thumb pointed and there stood two people that I didn't think would appear so soon. If anything, they're the last people I want to see. Their backs were against us and I wanted to hide.

I felt fear take over me. It was like a spider had crawled across my entire body and I wanted to shake it off, but it remained on me. My heart raced and I felt myself shake.

Minghao gawked his head at me with confusion before standing up from his seat. His eyes went to the two people that seem to be growing impatient.

"Subin?" He says with concern.

The two people turned around as they spoke with one another and I immediately hid behind Minghao.

He seemed startled from my actions.

"Don't tell them I'm here," I quickly say.

His eyes grew wide and I ran to the kitchen in fear of being seen. I can hear Minyook's voice get annoyed, but Minghao's voice countered him.

I couldn't hear what they were saying once the kitchen door shut and I met eyes with Junhui who seemed surprised from my appearance.

"Subin? Are you okay?" He says with worry.

I felt myself shake from his kind words, and as much as I wanted to speak. I couldn't. All I could do was shake my head in hopes he would let me hide.

Junhui didn't say anything, but his expression told it all. His eyes shot up with adrenaline and motioned me to leave through the back.

I looked at him with shock. Was he serious?

"Go," he whispered. "Whatever happens, I'll take the blame."

Junhui was always a good shift lead, but now, he seemed to be more like a friend.

"Go," he tells me again.

This time I moved. I made my way to the back exit and he nodded his head as a go signal.

I tightened my fist to gain some courage.

"Thank you," I tell him before leaving.

My eyes met his for a second and he nudged his head towards me to hurry and leave.

I shut the door behind me and made a run for it.

Each step I took felt like I would step on a trip wire. I kept looking back in hopes nobody was following me. The sky was dark with clouds scattered all around.

It felt darker than any day I had before.

Those people. Those two adults. Why did they come to the restaurant? Why did they come to find me? Why do they continue to cause problems? Haven't they done enough!?

I felt my phone ring.

I took it out of my apron pocket and looked at the caller.

I felt a chill run down my back. I refused to answer it. I quickly hid in an alley in hopes nobody would see me. I tried to catch my breath while I hid behind a trash can.

Miss Kim: Come out. Don't make this harder than it has to be.

Miss Kim: You should have told those fools you didn't know us. You had one job.

My heart raced as I trembled. My legs felt weak and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.

I had to contact my siblings to make sure they're okay. I tried my best to steady my hands as I tried to call them. Their phone continued to ring but nobody picked up.

I felt myself grow more anxious as I felt the need to cry.

"Please. Please! PLEASE!" I continued to say as I tried to call each of them.

After a few moments, Sujun picked up. I felt a sense of relief hit me for a second, but then I heard their voice.

"Yah, Subin."

Her voice was raspy. The cigarette's scratched her once clear tone, and now it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I shook as I heard her speak.

"Your siblings are as useless as you," she says.

I can hear their voices faintly in the background. I felt an adrenaline rush. I had to know what was going on and why she was with them.

"Where are you!? Where's my siblings!? What did you do!?" My voice came out shaky, but much louder than expected.

I never felt so scared my entire life until now. My siblings- they have to be okay.

She laughed. I can hear Mister Kim next to her, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Rather, it was like he wasn't talk to her but to someone else. I heard noises down the alley and I quickly stood up.

A dark figure came from the corner with a bat and I knew who he was. Kwang, my parents loyal henchman. He was deaf in one ear and was tatted all over his face.

I tightened my grip on my phone and heard Miss Kim speak.

"Yah, Subin," she calls for me.

I slowly brought the phone back up to my ear.

Her voice had malice. "Kwang has been eager to do work. It's been awhile since I had him collect someone."

I felt like vomiting. There's too much happening for me to process and I felt too tired to run. My adrenaline kicked in, but as soon as I tried to sprint, my legs felt like jelly.

I felt something hit me, and I fell.

Everything went dark.

I can hear my siblings call out to me. They sounded muffled. What was going on?

I opened my eyes with a sharp pain piercing my head. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I felt restrained. I stared at the rope that held me down. I can hear Suyeong's muffled screams and I looked up.

Everything felt like a blur. There she was with Sujun. They sat next to me on the floor. They were tied up with tape on their mouth.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I too was taped down. I tried to get my senses back together. My head hurt.

Suyeong had blood on her clothes. She had a bruise on her face. Did they hit her...?

I wanted to help them. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't feel my legs. My eyes went to our brother who seemed to be asleep. He had blood on him, but he didn't seem injured.

I felt frustrated. This all happened and I couldn't even protect them. I knew our parents were crazy, but I didn't think they would be this insane. My siblings shouldn't be here. They should be safe at Chan's home.

I tried to look around to see where we were at. Maybe there was a way out. The room looked like a basement. The way everything was placed... was this our old house? The home on Chan's street? That means-

Chan.

I had to call him!

I tried to feel my phone in my pocket, but it was gone. The one source of communication- gone.

I began to panic.

Suyeong stared at me with tearful eyes while her messy hair covered parts of her face. She looked terrified but also worried. It was hard to see her like this. I wanted to apologize for not protecting them from our parents.

I wanted to tell her to take Sujun and make a run for it while I try to reason with them. I wanted them to be safe. I wanted them to be okay.

Kids like them shouldn't experience this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I tried to fight back my tears. If I cried in front of Suyeong then it'll only make things worst.

She's already not in a good state. I can't make her feel anymore hopeless. How could I protect her? How could I protect Sujun?

What kind of sister was I to allow this to happen?

Everything hurt. I couldn't think straight. All I wanted was them to get as far away from here as possible.

I heard voices coming towards us. Their voices grew loud and the sound of a door creaked with ominous. I motion my sister with the blinking of my eyes to pretend to be asleep.

We can't let them know we're awake. She looked at me confused before I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. I was silently praying she understood what I was saying.

"They're fucking asleep."

I heard Mister Kim say as his steps drew closer. His voice was deep and rough. The smell of cigarette filled the air. He must be smoking. I can hear a pattern of more feet behind him. It sounded like there was two people that were followed him.

"Kwang did hit Subin pretty hard." Miss Kim's voice was distinct. It was more raspy in person than on phone. "Right Kwang?"

He was silent as usual. I never heard him spoke before, and I never really understood why. Was he mute or something?

I heard their footsteps come closer.

"Dumb bitch had to bite me." I can hear Miss Kim. She sounded close to Suyeong.

I tried to remain calm. I let my eyes remain closed. If they knew I was awake, who knows what would happen. I hoped Suyeong wouldn't react by her. There's nothing we can do tied up like this.

I heard Miss Kim scoff. "She says she doesn't know where the luggage is. She says she doesn't know anything." Her voice grew more annoyed as she spoke.

I heard a slap. I tightened my fist. I wanted to get up and defend Suyeong.

"Dumb brat. You're only smart when you have to be huh!?" She barked. "I should have left you on the streets with that brother of yours!"

I heard another slap.

I held back my tears of frustration. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to hit her so bad. She laid her hands on my sister as if it was nothing.

I hated it. I hated her. I hated all of them for doing this to us.

I heard footsteps come towards me. I felt fingers touch my face as they moved strands of hair like they were getting a good look at me.

"How much for the girl?" I heard a masculine voice say.

There's another person? But who would be with them?

His voice was deep and unrecognizable. He sounded a bit muffled. Was he wearing a mask? Why did he sound unreal?

He began to caress my face as if I was some sort of object. I wanted him to stop.

"Get us the drugs and she'll be added to your pay," Miss Kim said. She scoffed once more. "To think someone like you would think she's pretty."

Her voice was harsh with judgement.

"Her poor parents didn't even want her, much less her siblings. They were happy to give us them for their freedom. They say having kids make us fit in the neighborhood more." The scent of cigarettes grew stronger.

I remember them telling me about my real parents. They said they gave us to them to pay their debt, but what they tell everyone else is that they died in an accident as their "best friends" they were willing to take us in. They wanted to seem like kind people but they were really wolves in sheep's clothing.

I always knew the truth. So did my siblings. Mister and Miss Kim never had filter around us. They always spoke without warning of what they'll say.

At first it hurt, but now, I've grown numb to their words.

It's their hits that still sting.

"I bet she knows who took the luggage." I heard Mister Kim say.

I remained quiet while the mysterious man continued to fondle my face. I wanted to vomit. Mister and Miss Kim didn't stop him while they spoke.

"God, I can't imagine what you'll be like in bed," his voice was dangerously close to my face. He reeked of alcohol.

I couldn't imagine being with this guy. He made me feel uncomfortable and terrified for my well-being. He was disturbing in more ways than one and I wanted to get as far as I can.

I don't want to think about him taking me. I don't want to think about the things he would do to me.

I felt so powerless and I hated it.

I needed someone to find us.

I needed help.

Chan.

I pray that you find me.

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