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the other man

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: READ PART ONE HERE, also not completely proofread because i've been so tired and bloated these days i have no energy :( feel free to message me about mistakes!

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: after finding out you were used by your brother to get rid of someone he simply didn't like, you go on a break. every time you see that place or the man, you get reminded of another one who hugged your legs while on his knees, before he was dragged to his downfall. just why can't you escape it, no matter how hard you try? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: song mingi x f!reader, ft yunho 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: prison theme, criminal!mingi, prisoner!mingi, doctor!reader, evilbrother!yunho 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: semi public oral (f!receiving)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gore, v*olence, swearing, stalking, m*rder

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"no! no, god, no! please!"

"get off me."

"please, please! yunho, please!"

"get" smack "the fuck" smack "off me!" smack.

you fall on the floor, knees hurting from being dragged across the floor all the way to his office, and cheeks red from all the hitting. you don't let go of his shirt yet, the fabric securely scrunched between your fingers.

"i'll do anything," you wipe your tears with your elbow, "anything!"

"anything?" he raises an eyebrow, lowering his hand that was about to land on you one more time.

a glint of hope appears in your eyes, and you straighten your posture. still on your knees, you put your palms together, ready to beg more. "yes, anything."

yunho is silent for a few moment, looking at you with an unreadable expression. and it kills you, that he can mask emotions so well. he crouches, getting down to your level. he cups your jaw in his big hand, and you suddenly feel shivers running down your spine.

"come with me."

his gentle touch turns into a painful one, his hand moving from your face to your hair in a split second. he drags you across the hallway, into the elevator, and throws you against the mirror wall. you barely have time to reach for the little pole to hold onto, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts you so that you stand up.

"listen to me."

"please-"

"listen to me!" he grabs your face again, fingers digging into your cheeks and making your lips purse. "you act like a whore, you'll get treated like one. hell, i'll let everyone have their way with you, if that's what you want. but do not interfere with my work. never, ever again."

"but i-"

"have i made myself fucking clear?!"

"yes, yes!"

he finally loosens his grip, making your body slide down the wall and find peace on the floor. he punches the floor number, then leans on the elevator door. you look up at him, disgust and resentment painting your face. you hope the doors open and he falls head first on something sharp.

"don't look at me like that. this isn't my fault."

if only you could say something back, but fear has swallowed you whole. so you stay there, resorting in only sending him glares.

"frankly, it's not mingi's fault either."

"don't say his name, you don't get to-"

"it's your fault."

"it's not."

"oh, but it is. see, i warned you, little sissy. but you just don't know how to listen."

the doors open, luckily for him. you stand up, following him down a poorly lit hallway. you pass multiple metal doors, with a small window on top of each. until you stop by one right at the end. you gasp, then scream, along with the person inside. it echoes through the hallway, bouncing off the walls and torturing you.

"no, no!" you scream, trying to turn around. but yunho holds you still in front of the window, making you watch as mingi gets sat on a chair you thought you'd never see in real life. "god, please, please!"

"i said i'd make you watch."

"mr jeong!"

"watch."

"mr jeong!"

the voice gets closer, and mingi has more belts holding him with each second that passes. one of the guards stands aside, waiting for the final belt to be secured across his chest, before putting a metal electrode cap on his head.

"mr jeong!"

"what, what, what?!" he yells, letting go of you and turning towards the young guard running towards him. "do you wish to fucking join him?! how dare you interrupt-"

"inspection, mr jeong."

yunho takes a step back, breath halting for a moment. your fingers hopelessly scratch at the tiny window, eyes burning with tears as you watch the strapped man stop struggling and accept his fate. he doesn't look at you, but you know he hears you. he grimaces at your wails, avoids your gaze, and silently cries.

"fuck! go back to your position, tell barnes to start protocol b."

"what about protocol a?"

"are they in the building already?"

"yes...?"

"then, it's too late for that. protocol b starts now. block the doors as soon as the execution is done, and get rid of the evidence through the gate f." yunho then grabs you by your elbow, throwing you into the guard. "take her to elijah, let him escort her to my house. no witnesses."

the young guard nods, then guides you away from the doors. yunho opens the door, for a split second letting mingi's pained moans and wails escape the room of torture. it shatters your heart, weakens your knees, and makes you want to vomit right there. the ground sways under your feet as you try to reach the exit, the sign section Z being the last thing you see before collapsing.

when you open your eyes again, it feels like your lungs are on fire. you have been crying in your sleep, dried lines on your cheeks being proof of that. you remember waking up for a few seconds, elijah making you drink a sip of water before helping you into your bed again.

now, it is almost four in the afternoon, and you feel as if you dreamt the whole thing. but when you see elijah's note on the nightstand, you are reminded of the grey reality. the note states that yunho has ordered you lunch, and that it is in the fridge. barefoot, still in yesterday's clothes, you walk downstairs to the kitchen. you open the fridge, finding a plate of steak with grilled asparagus and mashed potatoes, along with a little bottle of orange juice. how kind of him to order you his favorite meal.

you scrunch the paper in your hand, anger making your vision red. you take the plate out, then set it on the kitchen counter. as you cut into it, you realize it is rare, blood dripping from it and soaking the mashed potatoes. it is like irony, red staining the yellow just like mingi's blood stained your dress in the cafeteria. is it some sort of a cruel joke coming from yunho? did he want you to feel sick and not eat? you slam the knife into the steak multiple times, ruining it and sending red drops of liquid everywhere. you slam your fist into the mashed potatoes, then take the asparagus and throw them at the white wall. the juice bottle shares the same fate, the knife piercing through it and letting the yellow juice drip on the marble tiles.

before you know it, the kitchen is coated in the sticky liquid, walls are poked with whatever your hand could grab, and the living room became the new victim. the recently bought leather couches were ripped open, cozy cushions no longer cozy, but only balls of cotton and feathers, and the glass coffee table was only a skeleton now, the glass shattered and digging into the rug.

you sit in the middle of it, pieces of collectible vases, statues and painting surrounding you. the sight is an invitation for yunho to strangle you right then and there. but you don't give him a chance. you gather clothes into your backpack, hygienic things and his spare wallet, then take his most favorite car out of five of them. you don't leave before keying the other four, despite the weird glances your neighbors throw you. you only smile at them, then nod your head as a greeting. they must think you are crazy. you can't wait until they tell yunho on you.

you have found peace in a cozy little hotel in a town nearby. you don't use his cards, in case he tries to track them down. he has enough cash to keep you there for at least a year. besides, you're already looking for a new job. working in a coffee shop seems promising. the fact that you know nothing but an espresso and hot chocolate doesn't seem to bother the manager. your eagerness to learn is enough for her to consider you a candidate.

if yunho has tried reaching out to you, you don't know. you got rid of your old phone, immediately upgrading to the newest one, with a fresh number. you didn't try finding out about him either. you don't care. you only hope elijah didn't get punished for your actions. after all, he only brought you home.

the hotel room is a bit cozier now that you've added your little decorations. from fake vines and fairy lights you bought from the dollar store, to expensive books and posters you got from the bookstore down the street. it is only temporary, until you decide exactly what you wish to do with your life. you've lived in yunho's shadow, having him decide for you and write out your future without asking you. and you never questioned it, really. did you dislike it at times? yes, you did. did you dare say anything? no, hell no. now that you have freedom, you are lost. yunho was always the one guiding you, and now you were alone.

"you're hired!" you hear the very next day, as you sit drenched in nervous sweat.

you breathe out, relief washing over your body. finally, a start. the first paycheck has you almost crying. people really live like this? the second one isn't a complete shock like the first one, but it could be better. by the third one, you have already accepted that you cannot live lavishly anymore. so you stop visiting the bookstore, stop buying pastries after your shift, and start cooking yourself. you didn't know it would be this hard. but it is too late to back down now. there is no way you're going back to yunho, not if you want to live.

"hey, can you help me out? it's like everyone made a decision to sit in my section today!"

your coworker is drowning in tickets, loose strands of hair falling out of her once perfect bun, and her apron is already smudged. you nod, hurriedly running over to the tables that have just sat down, again, in her section. your section is quiet, mainly because the sun is hitting it and it is way too hot to sit there.

three tables are done, and you have only one left. the man sits alone, typing something on his laptop. hopefully he didn't notice how long he had to wait. you finally approach it, eyes not leaving your notepad. "i am so sorry for the wait, we didn't expect the rush so early."

"no worries, i understand."

time stops around you, only the two of you stuck in a bubble. your fingers hold the notepad, losing colour in the tips from how hard you're gripping it. you gulp, audibly, before lowering the pad and locking eyes with brown ones. you almost run, seeing the bone chilling smile on his face.

"yunho." you gasp, fear swallowing you whole.

"iced americano, please."

you clear you throat, and finally write it down. "right. anything else?"

"no, that would be all." he goes back to typing on his laptop.

you are scared to pass by him, but remember that you are in a crowded space. he wouldn't do anything here, would he?

"oh, right."

"y-yes?" you turn around.

"a pistachio doughnut to go."

"right away."

shakily, you prepare the order. even the manager gives you a side eye, not used to that behaviour. but she doesn't say anything, assuming that you are just tired since it's almost the end of your morning shift.

"hey, could you please give this to table-"

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, but i can't. i have like four tables waiting for me, and i still haven't brought out that cookie for table six."

worth a try. you approach the table in the corner, trying to sneak a glance at the laptop screen. but yunho slams it just in time, depriving you of nosiness. you set the cup on the table, along with the paper bag with the doughnut in it.

"thank you." he says, handing you a big bill. "keep the change."

"uh, this is too much-"

"it's fine. you look like you need it."

with that, he sends you another smile and stands up, and if you didn't know him, you'd think it's genuine. but you know it's dripping with venom, and if you were alone with him somewhere, he would snatch you in a split second and have you in that very chair you keep having nightmares about.

"have a good day, miss...?"

"edwards."

"right, miss edwards."

you watch in terror as he exits the shop, not sparing you another glance. fifteen minutes ago, you just couldn't wait for the end of your shift. now? you're dreading it. up until the moment you hang the apron in your locker and gather your things, your hands don't stop shaking. not even when you exit the shop, head frantically turning in search of two brown eyes. walking to the hotel, you have time to think. he hasn't changed much, except a healed scar line near his eye. you wonder what happened. you wonder if the inspection managed to find anything. you hope they did. in revenge for mingi.

"good day, miss edwards." the receptionist greets, a smile always on her face.

"good day, rita."

"ah, that visitor of yours is so cute. is he single?"

you turn abruptly, head almost turning like an owl. "what visitor?"

"oh, the cute one! brown hair, brown eyes, very tall? he was so nice to me, even gave me a tip."

your legs have never been faster, bringing you into your room in under a minute. you barge in, like you were expecting to find your partner with a lover. you drop your work bag on the floor, approaching the unmade bed that you distinctly remember making. there is muddy footsteps all over the floor, and a familiar paper bag on the nightstand. you leave the door open, just in case, before approaching the bed. you take the paper bag in your shaky hands, eyes skimming over the written note on it.

for miss edwards, from her dear brother. miss you. x

the door slams shut, and you jump. the bag drops on the floor, and you squeal, turning around. but nobody is in the room. once you make sure you really are alone, you open the bag. you find the very doughnut you packed. you plop on the bed, scanning the food. it does look like originally packed one, so you bite into it, thinking about your next move. you can't stay here, now that he knows where you are. just how did he find you, anyway?

you take another bite, but this time your teeth stumble upon something hard. you let go after struggling, realizing it is not bits of pistachios, but something more dense. your eyes drop on the pastry, and when you can't decipher what it is, you pull it out, only to throw it on the floor with a scream. it is a chopped off finger, the small fix on tattoo on it very familiar to you. you gasp, hand flying to your mouth to stop a sob from escaping. how cruel, sick and twisted does someone's brain have to be to think of and pull something like this?

not even a week after the incident, you receive a call from your work that a costumer keeps leaving tips for you even when you're not here. the description fits yunho, but you haven't seen him at all. he knows that his name alone is enough to terrify you. this is worse than what you initially thought he'd do if he found you. it is slow torture, and you can't escape it.

you ask for a break, knowing damn well that you are safer there than you are in the hotel. but you keep messing up people's orders, spilling their drinks, and there's always missing cash from the register. your manager almost squealed with joy when you asked her for a few days off. you use the time to start thinking about alternatives. do you move towns again? do you go back to him? do you call police?

all three seem stupid and useless. for now, you'll focus on eating healthy and having some self care days. one thing is clear, if jeong yunho has made it his goal to harm you, he will do it; one way or another. he might be delaying it, toying with the prey before killing it.

you don't go back to work for another week, desperately searching for a way out. but you are bombed with random flowers, presents, and similar things waiting for you when you come back from your daily run. it has become a habit, for you to enter the room and immediately toss the unwanted gift into the hallway. you keep the severed finger in a tissue on the nightstand, each night patting it sleepily and saying good night in your head. crazy, but it is the only part of him you have left. and it makes you feel a little more at ease now that you know he is resting, not in pain. and at least you get to have proper sleep, since yunho never seems to disturb you during the night.

but universe loves to prove you wrong, because you get awoken by the door opening. you sit up straight, still halfway asleep. the person in your room halts, flowers secure in their hand and a hood over their head. you barely have time to react, because the person is quick to put a hand over your mouth. you don't see the face, from the dark and the hood, but you recognize that touch and smell anywhere.

"hush, doctor."

tears roll down your cheeks, horror and relief fighting for dominance in your body. you feel four fingers over your lips, the pinky missing. the very pinky you have in the tissue, now drained of colour.

"it's just me," he whispers, taking the hood off with his free hand. he still holds the flowers, not letting go yet.

you are overwhelmed by emotions. from relief, to fear, to sadness. you jump into his arms, without thinking. but there isn't much to think about. you only need to look into his eyes, to know that you are safe.

"mingi," you finally exhale, head buried into his neck.

"my doctor," he coos, hand rubbing your back as you cry into his hoodie, "my pretty little doctor."

now, you are confused. if mingi is holding the flowers, does it mean he was the one entering the room and leaving you presents? what about the doughnut and the finger? did they run into each other? do they work together now? what if there is a bigger story behind all of this?

"i can hear you thinking, doll."

"i'm sorry, i just-" you sob mid sentence, "i just don't know-" hiccup, "what's going on?"

"come on, lay down with me."

mingi sets the flowers right next to the scrunched tissue, then lays down and opens his arms for you. hesitantly, you lay on his chest, allowing him to wrap his warm arms around your shivering body.

"it is too much for you to handle, i know. you saw me on my death chair, and now i'm here. how about we go to sleep, and i'll tell you all in the morning?"

"no, i can't."

mingi nods, understandingly. "then, i better get to explaining.

when you fainted, yunho was called over, and it was too late for the execution. apparently, they never do it without him. sick bastard likes to watch. so, once again, i was saved by you, unknowingly."

you scoff through tears, hitting his chest gently. "right."

"i managed to fight them off and escape, and yunho had no time to deal with me because he had the inspection at his throat. he found me a little later, tried to kill me, but i managed to flee again. i cut him pretty bad, don't know if you've noticed. i was pretty proud of myself for that."

"near the eye?"

"bingo. glad to know that he has a reminder of me on his stupid face now. just like i have one." he looks down on his injured hand.

"were you the one leaving the presents for me all this time?"

"all this time? how long are we talking?"

"weeks."

mingi stills underneath you. so it isn't him. you let out a shaky breath, trying to stay sane.

"yunho found me."

"oh."

"he gave me your finger."

"he what?!" he sits up straight, visibly distraught. "he fucking what?!"

silently, you reach for the tissue, handing it to him. he takes one glance at it, then at his hand. his expression is unreadable, something between hatred and disappointment. you've never seen him like that.

"he has been terrorizing me since he found me, leaving me creepy presents and stalking me. i don't know what to do."

the man sighs, also thinking. "we could run away."

"where?"

"anywhere. just you and i. to start fresh."

"but you're an escaped convict."

you regret saying that, seeing a hurtful expression on his face. "i was wrongfully imprisoned."

are you finally getting his story from a first hand source? is this the right time to be excited about it? "why? didn't you kill your sister's boyfriend?"

"he deserved it. he was hitting and raping her."

"you aren't the one to decide who gets to live or die."

"and your brother is?"

you move away from him, jaw dropped. "he is not my brother, and you know that."

"you know what? you're the same as him. only using people when you see benefit in them." he spits, getting up from the bed and taking the flowers back.

"how dare you?!"

"watch your tone." his voice is no longer warm and cozy, but cold and stern. he looks at you with ice cold eyes, his posture different. "do not yell at me again, i am warning you now."

"what the hell is wrong with you? it's like you're an entirely different man-"

"i am. i am a free man. away from wrongful convictions, away from the abuse. i am a different, better man."

he steps closer to you, causing you to step back. your back hits the door, hand desperately searching for the door knob. he stops in front of you, mere inches away.

"but you don't want that, do you? you want the vulnerable mingi, the mingi that kneels in front of you and begs for your affection. guess what? things are different now."

this is what yunho was warning you about. and you see it just now. mingi is a criminal. a prisoner. an escaped one now. oh, how you would love for yunho to barge in and save you. but you fucked it up. you had it good, and you didn't even know it.

"that bastard deserved to get his head blown up, and i won't hesitate to do the same to the person that continues terrorizing you. you're mine, you said so yourself."

"i- i thought that was only-"

"what? dirty talk? no, no, my sweet little doctor. you are mine, and mine only." he takes your jaw into his hand, thumb caressing your tear stained cheek. "nobody can have you. nobody but me."

his other hand reaches behind your back, finding the doorknob for you. but instead of opening it, he locks it, then puts the hand on your waist.

"mine." he growls, before pressing his lips against yours.

it doesn't feel right. he is rough, not loving and warm at all. but you go with it, not having any other option available. he doesn't fight you on it, seeing that you aren't as enthusiastic as him. he pulls away, finger still cupping your face.

"come, you need some sleep."

and you listen. you go back to bed, getting into his embrace once again. only this time, it isn't anything like the first time. you fall asleep, scared to death, knowing that you now have two men who are a great danger to you. lovely.

in the morning, you are awakened by kisses on your neck. you rub your eyes, adjusting to the lighting.

"morning, darling."

"morning," you mumble, stretching.

you look down at the man, expecting to find the same possessive and cold gaze from last night. but his eyes are back to soft, and his tone is caring. what in the world?

"sleep well? i hope i didn't kick in my sleep. i tend to do that, since i'm used to sleeping alone and had barnes as my roomie."

"uh, no..." you say, puzzled. does he not remember what happened last night? or does he choose to ignore it?

"i ordered us breakfast. hope you're in the mood for waffles."

"mingi-"

"here," he adjusts your pillow against the bed frame so you can sit up straight, "i'll bring it to you."

you think this is a joke. a trap. is this the calm before the storm? if yes, how do you escape it? seeing mingi set the wooden tray on your lap so carelessly, as if you didn't fall asleep last night startled to death, makes you wonder if you should give yunho a call. would he even take you after the stunt you pulled? you eye the waffles, topped with various berries and honey. a glass of cranberry juice sits in the corner, as inviting as ever. but you don't touch it. you're too busy calculating in your head, even mingi notices your hesitation.

"what? want me to feed you?" the man in front of you jokes, popping a blueberry in his mouth.

when he sees your further lack of reaction and only your focused face, his smile drops. you gulp, hoping that last night won't happen again.

"i get it, i'm acting too normal for the situation we are in. but that's sometimes my only way out; to act like everything is fine. but everything can be fine, if you would just come with me."

"where would we even go?" you dare ask.

"anywhere you want." he replies, reaching for the knife and making you jolt. if he notices, he doesn't react. instead, he plays with it while thinking of his next words. your eyes follow as the tip of his finger runs down the sharp edge, as if determining whether it's sharp enough to use it. "just name it."

"with what money?"

"we'll figure it out. from the looks of it, you aren't doing too bad. i'm guessing you treated yourself with yunho's possessions?"

"you think nobody will recognize you?" you push. "you think yunho hasn't already sent out your photos and-"

"what the fuck is wrong with you all of a sudden?!" mingi roars, flipping the tray of food over and spilling the cranberry juice all over the white sheets. you shriek, then cover your ears as your body drowns into the mattress and beneath the covers. "answer me, dammit!"

his hand grips your wrists, pulling your hands away from your ears so he can yell at you more. you can only close your eyes, in hopes of making him disappear just for a split second.

"i came here knowing the risks, i'm offering to protect you from your awful brother, and i want to love you!"

"mingi please-" you beg through sobs, hands desperately trying to find their place back on your ears.

"why won't you let me love you?!" he then grabs you by your shoulders, shaking you. "answer me!"

the door swings open, hitting the wall with force and shaking your recently decorated shelves. books fall on the ground, but jeong yunho couldn't care less. he steps over them, grabbing mingi and landing a punch on his face. mingi stumbles, but regains his stability and wastes no time in giving yunho a taste of his own medicine. their faces soon match the colour of the spilled juice on the sheets, both of them wiping red trails from their lips and noses.

"get away from her." yunho demands, not having to raise his voice in order to make himself look intimidating. his calm expression as blood runs down his chin and onto his white shirt is scary enough. "now."

"i'm not letting her go back with you. not in that shithole."

"and i'm not letting her go with you."

you sit still on the bed, not moving a muscle and afraid to breathe. both of them look at you at the same time, causing you to squeal and jump out of the bed, legs carrying you to the door. yunho grabs you before mingi can, and for the first time in a while, you feel safe in his hands. you waste no time in wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your soaked face into his ruined shirt.

"i think it's pretty clear where she wants to be." yunho spits, protectively putting a hand on the back of your head and using the other one to push you further against him. "leave now, and i will leave you alone. you won't hear from me ever again. from either of us."

"no. i don't trust you one bit. doll, come back to me." mingi calls, putting his hand out for you to take.

you only glance at him, still in yunho's embrace and eyes full of tears. you shake your head, causing his face to drop. he frowns, then straightens his posture. something snaps inside of him, you see it. and you are grateful to have someone here, otherwise who knows what might've happened. something similar to the previous night, only worse?

"very well. that might be the stupidest decision you've made in your life."

with that, he passes by you, hitting yunho's shoulder in the process and causing you to jolt. but yunho doesn't budge. instead, he waits for the other man to leave before finally pulling away from you. you are overwhelmed by the situation, sobs finally leaving your mouth loud and clear as you try to process what just happened within a day.

"look at me," yunho says, voice soothing. "you're okay. he can't hurt you anymore."

when you only respond with a new fit of sniffs and sobs, he sighs and pulls you into a hug again.

"it's my fault."

"huh?"

"back in the elevator. it's not your fault. it's mine for keeping him alive."

"don't say that."

"you can't possibly- after what he's done to you? you still protect him?" the dark haired man scoffs in disbelief.

"no, i just- i don't like hearing you speak that way. can i just- have a day of not hearing anything about dying or living?"

yunho nods understandingly. "what do you want to do now?"

"what do you mean?" you ask, busying yourself by collecting the ruined sheets and avoiding his gaze.

"do you wish to come back and continue living with me?"

you halt your movements, trying to figure out if he is genuine or not. your eyes find his, and you try to read them as best as you can. but yunho maintains his poker face, causing you to step back.

"no prison, no anything. you can find a different job, i'll help you." he offers, seeing you put your walls up again.

"really?" you ask, not yet convinced.

"really. it's the least i can do." he looks down on the floor, admiring his shoes. "after everything i did to you."

you truly hope he is genuine. if not, well, there's nothing much you can do about it.

"okay."

the house looks the same as before your little renovating process. same pillows, same coffee table, same wallpapers. you forget how filthy rich he is. in contrast, your room was left untouched. messy, just how you left it when packing hurriedly. yunho didn't ask for his wallet or car back. he let you keep it all, even brought you job applications from nearby coffee shops on his way back from work.

"would you like to open your own?" he asks one morning, casually eating his cereal.

"what?!" you shout, causing him to flinch. "sorry, i just- what?"

"your own coffee shop. do you want it?"

"i'm not sure i'm ready for that. it's a lot of responsibility. besides, you'd buy it for me just like that?"

"yes. why not?"

you think about it, comfortable silence enveloping the two of you. you hear light crunching coming from his side of the table, the spoon gently grazing the bowl and milk dripping into it. it is the calmest morning you've had with him, and you can't help but feel grateful. you watch as he eats, wearing a simple nike set and fuzzy slippers you bought him when you were still a teen. he looks so... normal. like he doesn't torture people for fun during his working hours. like he didn't aim a lamp at your head and serve you a human finger. like he is your normal brother and this is a perfectly normal setting.

"what's on your mind?" he interrupts your thinking. "mingi?"

"yeah," you admit. "it's so weird. he was so nice in the cell, and when he came to my room... he was nice, then mean, then nice again. i'm confused."

he finishes his cereal, then brings the bowl to his lips and slurps the remaining milk. you roll your eyes, seeing the liquid drip down his chin and onto the table.

"yunho-" you cringe, watching him wipe it with his sleeve.

"i'll clean it up." he waves his hand, then reaches for paper towels to wipe his creation. "you were saying?"

"right," you clear your throat, gaze dropping on your own empty plate. "it's just- his behaviour is weird. he is so nice and loving, and the next second he is yelling at me and grabbing me like that. i've read his file, doesn't say anything about it. i've looked after him in his cell for months, he never had a rage fit. he never showed a hint of anger, let alone tried to do something to me."

yunho sighs. you look at him, eyes squinted. there's something he isn't telling you.

"yunho?"

"he has a personality disorder."

"what? why isn't that written anywhere? why didn't doctor maslow tell me?"

"listen, we made a deal, didn't we? me telling you this is my own free will, and i will tell you as much as i want."

you remember the deal, the one you've made the day you came back to the house again. if you're not going to work at the prison anymore, you don't get to interfere or ask him about it. and you accepted, gladly. you don't want to be connected with that place in any way.

"he has a personality disorder, i didn't inform you for my own private reasons. but since you came along and decided to help him, he was different. no more rage fits, even barnes was getting irritated because he had no reason to beat him."

but he still did, you want to say. and yunho knows, because he chuckles at your disgusted face.

"at first, he didn't remember the incident at his house. he was completely numb when we managed to enter the house, and was very much confused during the interrogation. even we were lost, because he was genuinely trying to help us figure out what happened. and then, when he heard a guard making a comment about his sister, we all figured it out. mingi jumped on him, bit his ear off, and that explained to us what's going on."

"oh."

"and that also explains what happened at the cafeteria, and why he was talking about protecting you. he was reliving the same story, and he couldn't contain himself."

you sit in silence, memories flooding back in. the prisoner with his throat bitten off, yunho holding mingi down, your dress soaking up the blood from the floor, all while mingi looks at you and doesn't fight back, only makes sure that you are okay.

"that's..." you huff, overwhelmed with the information you just found out, "...quite messed up. all of it."

"i know."

"if you see him again, will you bring him back?"

"no." he simply says, and with that, takes the bowl to the sink and approaches you. he plants a kiss on your head, something he hasn't done in... ever. "don't you worry about those things anymore. open a coffee shop, find a cute nerd and get married already."

"already? i am only-" you hit his shoulder, and he ruffles your hair.

"yeah, yeah. i'm leaving! don't wait for me, i won't be back until late tonight."

"yunho?" you call, voice small.

"yes?" he doesn't turn around, busy discarding his fuzzy slippers and putting his sneakers on.

"am i supposed to forget the lamp and finger incident?"

he halts his moves for a second, but pretends to be unbothered. you manage to see a frown on his face, no matter how much he tries to hide it. "that's behind us."

"i'll forever remember it." you admit.

"okay."

and with a door slam, he leaves you alone in the house. okay. it's not okay. not one bit. that part of this whole situation is still not resolved, and it is bugging you. will he do it again? is that why he isn't acknowledging it? you sigh, then make your way to bed. you rot in there all day, doing nothing but eating sweets and drinking cans of soda, your favorite show rolling on the wall tv. as the sun goes down, your eyes grow tired and irritated, and no matter how hard you try to stay awake, your body gives up.

you wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat. you keep dreaming of cells and mingi's screams, and it doesn't help that yunho isn't home most of the nights. everything is scarier when it's dark and yunho isn't here. especially tonight, when you reach for the bottle of water on your night stand and instead touch something soft. you turn your head, sleepily rubbing your eyes before taking a good look at the item.

a bouquet of tulips, with a note attached.

your heart stops, head frantically turning in search for a familiar figure hidden in the room. the window is wide open, a sign that you aren't or weren't alone. with shaky fingers, you reach for the note, using your phone light to read it.

𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒐𝒄. 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘? 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊.

you rip the note in tiny bits, then throw it in the trash and mask it with spare junk around the house. yunho can't see that. especially because you really plan on going.

fixing your favorite dress, taking your pepper spray just in case, and putting your newest sandals on, you make your way to the city library. you quietly walk among the shelves, like you once used to walk among the restricted sections. you pick a few books along the way, to look less suspicious. your heart pounds inside your chest, threatening to jump out. one part of you hopes he isn't here. you're not sure if you're ready for that encounter. the other part is getting disappointed with each section you pass, his figure not appearing yet.

you didn't quite think this through. frankly, you never do recently. how do you approach him? what do you say? what do you do?

you reach the end of the maze of shelves, letting out a disappointed, yet relieved huff. now what? the back of the note said ten in the morning, and it is now almost eleven. turning on your heel, your gaze remains on the random books you've picked.

"princess?"

you stop, head raising to find the source of the voice. song mingi stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and a hood over his head. words are lost in your throat, struggling to come together and leave your mouth. you step back, unsure of what to do. mingi steps towards you, and you continue like that, until your back hits the wall covered in shelves and massive history books.

"say something."

you fail to, only gulping and staring at him instead. his hands cup your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks as his eyes scan your features.

"please." he whispers.

"hi." you say, stupidly.

he chuckles, then presses his lips on yours. it doesn't feel wrong this time. it feels familiar, and sweeter than ever. he plants small kisses all over your face, from your cheeks, to your forehead, and then on your neck.

"mingi-" you stop him, dropping the books on the floor and putting your hands on his chest.

"i've missed you. please."

"you wanted to meet so you can fuck me?" you ask, disbelief evident on your face.

he pulls away immediately, but his hands stay on your face. "no, of course not. i wanted to talk to you, but now that i see you... i remember how much i miss you."

"this was a bad idea. i have to go."

you try pushing him away, but he grabs you by your waist and pushes you against the shelves. he drops down on his knees, hands sliding down your clothed hips and down to the bottom of your dress. you shiver as his cold hands touch your bare legs under the dress.

"mingi..." you say again, each time less convincingly.

"just... ten minutes. give me ten minutes."

his fingers find the outline of your panties, and you don't protest. remembering the last time his hands were all over you, you give yourself to him. his head disappears under your dress, hot breath caressing your clothed clit. he licks a strip over the panties, causing you to squirm. his grip on your legs hardens, spreading them in the process and making you stay still. your hand grips his hair as soon as he pulls your panties aside, hot tongue teasing the tip of your clit.

you shudder, body getting used to the foreign feeling of pleasure. mingi devours you like a starved man, sucking on your clit, licking up and down your folds, and teasing your entrance.

"you taste as sweet as you look." he pulls away just to say that, then wastes no time in picking your body off the floor and putting your legs over his shoulders.

you gasp, losing control of your body. "what if someone- ah! sees?"

"let them."

his fingers find comfort in your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you. the noises alone make you even wetter than you already are, mingi's hums combined with the slurping and squelching making you dizzy with pleasure. a knot forms at the bottom of your stomach, his fingers toying with your sensitive buttons and helping you reach the peak.

he doesn't silence you, instead, lets you moan his name as you grind your hips against him, riding out the last bits of orgasm. he licks up the remaining liquid, before putting your panties back in place and setting you down on the ground.

he finally takes his hood off, and all the pleasure and bliss you were feeling up until now disappear. his face is more wounded than ever, purple and red spots scattered on it.

"what the hell happened?!"

"yunho's men found me last night after i left your house. tried to kill me. again."

"oh my god," you put a hand over your mouth, not believing your ears. who do you even trust at this point?

"run away with me, doctor. please."

"i- i don't know." you avoid his gaze, looking at the long forgotten books on the floor.

"nobody will ever love you like i do. nobody knows you like i do. so please. make this easy for both of us and come with me."

you want to. you really do. but yunho-

"yunho is a bad man. i know he's your brother, but he is a monster. maybe you don't know, or maybe you do, but i wasn't the only one who had to endure that torture. countless of us, but only i found a way out. well, the way out found me. you found me."

you never thought about it. you only ever saw and heard of mingi, but who knows how many of them there were.

"how about this? i'll take you to my house, and while i finish some business, you can think about it. if you really don't want it, leave while i'm gone, and i'll never look for you again. however, if you do want it, there's spare clothes and a suitcase. you know what to do. that sound good?"

you nod, grateful that he is giving you time to think. he plants a kiss on your forehead, then takes your hand and leads you out of the library. you don't question where he got a car from, you like peace(lol). the house is almost an hour drive away from the library, and soon enough, you realize that it is the very same house you saw in the files back in prison. you walk the same path yunho has probably walked, only unarmed and with the person he came for.

the inside of it is mostly empty, besides a sofa in the living room and empty kitchen cabinets. there's multiple packets of cereal on the counter, and two or three unwashed bowls in the sink. is that what he has been eating since he got out?

he notices you staring at the place, a question mark almost visible above your head. "neighbors raided the house as soon as they moved out."

you hum, not sure what to say. he offers you a can of coke, which you politely take, but don't open yet. he sighs, seeing your hesitation.

"i'll be leaving now. feel free to explore, i have nothing to hide."

that was a lie, because as soon as you see him disappear down the street, you raid the house. everything seems normal, except a picture frame on the wall. you tilt it, noticing that it hangs weird. and indeed, you find something he is hiding. a hole in the wall, with a few weapons and bullets, stacks of money and jewelry. above it, a picture of you and your brother, with a knife stabbed into his face. you immediately figure out just what kind of business mingi has to finish.

yunho closes the door to your room, sighing. you texted him this morning, saying that you were meeting up with a friend. but you are not back yet, and his calls aren't reaching you. he has sent both barnes and elijah to look for you for almost an hour now, but all he has is we are close to her, sir.

he walks into his bathroom, ruffling his hair. his light blue silk sleepwear is suddenly uncomfortable, knowing that you are somewhere out there this late. he wishes you could only send him a message that you are fine. he wouldn't demand that you come back immediately, you are an adult. just to let him know that you are okay.

the man splashes his face with cold water, grief eating him inside out. every time he closes his eyes, he sees yours full of fear looking at him. as soon as you come back, he'll apologize. for everything. he will admit that he doesn't know why he did what he did. the power must've consumed him, he can't find any other reason.

he opens his eyes, looking at his drenched face and eyebags. he hasn't slept well in ages, but he is so close to it. little by little, he is working on making the prison what you wanted it to be; a place of rehabilitation, not torture and punishment. he sighs, reaching for the towel and burying his face into it. the scent of the fabric softener calms him, along with the soft texture of the towel. folding it neatly and setting it down, he glances at himself one more time. a hooded figure stares back at him, right behind him.

"FUCK!"

yunho jumps, hand grabbing the first thing he could. he shudders, for the first time ever in front of someone, when he sees the gun pointed at him in contrast to the electric toothbrush in his hand. he gulps, then glances at the open door. he runs into the dark room, hand reaching for the drawer where he keeps his weapon. but no matter how much yunho tugs, it stays shut. that bastard.

the other man catches yunho off guard, turning him around and hitting him with the weapon. yunho stumbles back, nose and teeth in incredible pain.

"fucking hell, i thought i killed you!" yunho says, spitting blood on the floor.

the hooded man in front of him only smiles, still holding the gun up. he tilts his head, somewhat creepily, sending yunho shivers up his spine. he takes a step back, realizing just how unsafe he is in his own home.

"third time's the charm, right? you failed the first two, even when you had the upper hand. now that we are even..." the hooded man tosses a spare gun on the floor, then kicks it yunho's way, "...let me see you. do your own damn dirty business."

"where is she?"

"safe from you."

"where the fuck is my sister?!"

"TAKE THE DAMN GUN AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN." mingi booms, having enough of the man in front of him.

yunho takes it, wasting no time in pointing the gun at mingi, finger hesitating to pull the trigger. mingi only laughs, not showing fear at all. yunho steps back, as if that's going to save him. he only hopes that you didn't willingly go with mingi. that no matter how bad it sounds, you went against your own will. he would be very disappointed if the first thing is true.

"pull the trigger, yunho."

something is not right.

"go on, that's what you wanted."

he is too calm.

"think about your little sister."

no, not you. he can't die and leave you behind.

"pull the damn trigger, jeong yunho!"

and yunho does, except, no bullet comes out. the weapon only clicks, and yunho barely has time to think of his next step when he hears a gunshot. he doesn't feel pain. he only feels weak, body threatening to fall. is this what it feels like to die? you don't feel anything? you just get dizzy and fall asleep?

"doc-" mingi gasps, and yunho finally looks at him. "what have you done?"

his eyes fall on your figure at the door. you hold a gun in your hand, shaking. mingi falls on the ground, and you run to yunho, handing him the weapon.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," you sob, hiding behind your brother.

"it's okay," yunho says, shielding you from mingi.

he doesn't really have to, because mingi coughs on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth and down his chin. why, he repeats, eyes piercing yours. you want to help him, even though you brought him to that state. but yunho stops you, keeping your body behind him as he points the loaded gun at the wounded man.

he doesn't need to shoot again. mingi lets out a final cough, hand slipping from his wounded chest and on the floor. his head falls to the side, eyes still locked on you, lifeless. you sob, loud. you now have someone's blood on your hands. not just anyone's, but blood of the man who your promised to heal. instead, you killed him. but it was either him or yunho, and you didn't have much choice. keeping both alive was impossible, and you didn't want to lose yunho. not your only family. family that is finally starting to feel like one.

yunho drops the gun on the floor, turning to hug you. you wail into his chest, fingers gripping the silk and tears wetting it. he hushes you, hand rubbing your back as he shields you from the unpleasant sight.

"it's finally over. you're safe now."

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gallaghersgal · 2 months

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TA lip making you cockwarm him while he grades papers because you couldn’t be patient and kept begging for him 🚶‍♀️

olive, i think this genuinely killed me. like im 6ft under. nsfw 18+. cockwarming, degradation, name calling, mean dom lip but he's secretly a softie, trust.

you're seated in lip's lap as he sits at his desk grading papers. it's a precarious perch but with the way you cling to his body it doesn't feel unsafe. his cock is brushing deep inside you, you've felt it go soft with time, as he made you wait and wait and wait for what you really wanted. you shift your hips just a bit, grinding until his tip just barely kisses your cervix. a pathetic whine falls from your lips, morphing into a startled yelp when a sharp smack! lands on your ass.

"cut it out," lip scolds. "so fuckin' needy. quit movin', you're gonna take what i give you, like the whore you are. y'understand me?"

you remove your face from its hiding place in his shoulder just to throw a frustrated pout in his direction, but he only shakes his head and threads his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull to pull you back tightly. you know better than to talk back but something in you wants to defy him. there's something to be found in the thrill of the chase, what you need so tantalizingly close, with him right where you need him and yet just out of reach. not without a great difficulty, you manage it, remaining quiet.

"you're gonna be good, right?" lip asks, his voice carrying a rough edge that has your walls pulsing around him. you feel him twitch inside you, watch him bite his lip before he adds, "gonna sit right here on my cock, an' do as i say?"

"y-yes," you manage, gasping when his grip on your hair tightens. he cocks his head as if asking, wanna try that again? "yes sir."

lip doesn't quite smile at your obedience, but there's a hint of fondness on his face. in that same stern tone that always has you willing and ready to do whatever he asks, he continues. "'ve got a deadline to meet, you know that. so you're not gonna keep squirming around, and whinin' an' shit. cause if you keep it up, swear t'god, i won't fuck you for a week. don't need t'do that to my poor needy baby, now do i?"

"no sir," you respond. "i can be good."

"good, good girl." he releases his grip then, giving soothing scratches to the area and smushing a quick kiss to your brow.

you're so eager to please, but when he tries to guide your face down to rest on him once again your stomach twists in sudden anxiety and you resist the pressure, letting out another small, needy whine. his hand moves from the back of your head to hold your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own. you'd opened your mouth to speak but quickly close it again, frozen with intimidation, your eyes hiding from the intensity in his gaze.

"never fuckin' listen, y'stupid thing. i gave you clear instructions," lip growls, but when your glassy eyes brim with tears he finds an ounce of pity within himself. he ducks his head to meet your downcast gaze, and with a softer tone he asks, "what's the matter, sweetheart? need'ya to use y'words."

you stare at him for a few moments, whether it's to test his patience or relish in his fond softness you aren't sure. but time passes with his blue eyes locked on your own, in tune with your body and wary of any boundaries he might be inadvertently breaking, and you manage to spit it out. "kiss?" you ask softly, to which he huffs out a laugh.

his lips meet yours in a slow and firm kiss, giving you one, then two more before he separates again. the pad of his thumb traces over your bottom lip, pulling it into a pout. "that wasn't so hard, now, was it baby?" he coos, fingers moving to dig into the soft flesh of your hips. he adjusts you in his lap, makes sure you're comfortable, then one large hand is cradling your head and guiding you back to the crook of his shoulder.

"wasn' bad," you repeat softly. "thank you."

there's a kiss landing against your temple, and his lips move softly against your skin as he murmurs, "just a few more papers. then 'm all yours."

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mediumgayitalian · 6 months

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“Oh, come on, there’s just —” Will blows an errant curl from out of his eyes, cheeks red with exertion, balancing nimbly on his feet to put both hands on his hips. “There’s no way, Nico.”

Nico, not blessed with such balance, has to hold all footholds with all limbs, staring warily at the lava wall’s snake holes.

“What? I’m just not as good as you.”

Will flops his right arm outwards, narrowly avoiding smacking it against the rock. “But you are!”

Nico shifts his wary gaze from the snake holes to Will’s rope harness. Is it tight enough? It better be tight enough. Will is putting a lot of faith in it, right now.

“You scaled those cliffs in — in the place —” he trips, still, over the pit, on the odd time he mentions it, and it always makes Nico wince — “like it was nothing! And whenever Percy visits and challenges you you’re suddenly the lava wall expert!” He turns stern blue eyes to face Nico’s head-on. “Not buying it, di Angelo!”

A gush of lava forces him to resume climbing, but there’s an aggression to his movements — a specific, stiff, curated aggression, that Nico has learned means anxiety in people known as William Andrew Solace. That, and coupled with the rapid muttering which, in between the roar of molten stone, Nico believes is a a repetition of “dumbass” “always tryna act a goddamn fool” and “I’m gonna kill him before he sends me into cardiac arrest again”, interspersed with random swears in English, Latin, Ancient Greek, and also — gods — Klingon.

“Will.”

Will ignores him, scampering the last few feet up the wall and slapping the top before relaying down. Nico sighs, following him (albeit significantly slower).

“Will.”

“You’re hiding something from me.” He practically rips the harness off his body — do not think about that do not think about that do not think about that — and shoves it on the hook so hard it damn near snaps off. The look he levels in Nico’s direction practically turns him to stone, it’s so frigid, and he has to resist a shiver. “I can tell.”

It takes a good amount of pushing to make Will all testy like this. Sure, his buttons are easy to push, but most of that is for show. He likes to be dramatic. (Especially because he knows Nico will indulge him, more than anyone else ever has. He relishes in it, Nico thinks; he likes that Nico will watch his productions. An Apollo kid through and through.) He’s not usually one to show his genuine frustration.

But, hoo, boy, when he is frustrated.

Nico has a bad, bad habit of making it worse.

(As if it’s his fault that Will’s hot when he’s mad.)

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nico says, forcibly lightly. He sticks his hand out defiantly. “Check me, why don’t you? Not hiding anything.”

He really isn’t. No injuries, no illness, hell, he’s not even tired. Had a full three meals and everything. Even his perpetually achey joints aren’t bad today.

All of this, obviously, is communicated when Will touches him, squinting suspiciously at their joined hands.

“You’re heart rate is high,” he mutters petulantly.

Nico looks at him patiently. “That’s ‘cause my smokeshow boyfriend is holding my hand.”

Grumpy as he’s trying to be, his ears redden. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.”

Nico grins, pulling his hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

“No.”

“Whatever,” Will says, snatching his hand back. His smile spreads widely across his face, now, and he looks away, as pleased as he is exasperated. “You’re still being a weirdo. I should not be so far ahead of you on the wall, Neeks.”

Success — back to nicknames. Crisis averted.

“Have you considered that you’re the camp-wide record holder for a reason, you spider monkey?”

“Still!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico gets up on his tiptoes, pressing a lingering kiss to the bridge of his freckled nose. “Stop worrying about me, Solace. I’m fine. Burn off some steam, I’ll watch.”

Will huffs. “Fine. But I’ll find out, y’hear me? Truth can’t hide from me for long.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He watches as Will suits back up, helping him with his more complicated straps (because Nico was raised to be a gentleman, obviously, why else) and shooing him away when he opens his mouth for more interrogations. He switches to sticking out his tongue, and after a moment of hesitation, bounds back over to his first true love — being a big nerdy jock dork.

Nico settles on the grass several feet away from the wall, pretending to clean his sword. After a few minutes, he hears footsteps, and two people sit next to him on either side.

“So,” says Lou Ellen, ignoring Nico’s suspicious look as she tosses a glowing ball of something around, “how come you’re not climbing?”

Nico shrugs. “Only so many times you can climb before it gets boring.”

On his other side, Cecil makes a loud buzzer sound.

“Nope! Wrong answer. Try again.”

Nico is a dignified grownup who refuses to stoop down to Cecil’s level by responding. Instead, he reaches over and pokes him in his ridiculously sensitive ribs, hard, sending him sprawling with a screech.

“Shut up,” he says mildly, as his friend flails. “I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend, and I can’t do that with all your whining.”

Will has, in the ten minutes since he started, made it halfway up the wall. He seems to have it programmed to the Super Extra Mega Evil Insane mode that the Athena and Ares kids invented just for him, since he smoked all the other levels. He dodges a shot of lava with a laugh, throwing himself to the side and hanging on with three fingers and one scuffed sneaker poised on the tiniest sliver of rock. His attention is broken when Lou Ellen sticks her face right in Nico’s field of vision, tracing Nico’s eyeline with narrowed eyes.

“Ah,” she nods knowingly. “You’re staring at his ass.”

Nico falters, damn near slicing his own fingers off. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he says blithely. He gestures without looking at his sword. “I’m busy, see?”

She scoffs. “Real busy. That’s why you almost just did emergency surgery on yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Will pushes up a foot, shifting his hips and launching himself upwards. He makes a little shout of victory, plastering himself to the wall to keep balance, every muscle tensed.

From his place on the floor, Cecil makes an appreciative noise. “He does have a nice ass. Can’t blame you for looking.”

Nico frowns. “Hey. Stop objectifying my boyfriend.” He reaches out and smacks a hand over Cecil’s eyes. “That’s my job.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Nico reaches over and puts a hand over her eyes, too, ‘cause there’s no missing where they’re pointed.

“Shut up or I’ll literally put shadows into your retinae and blind you forever,” Nico threatens. (Is this a thing he can do? No. Do his friends know this? Also no.)

“You’re a dictator!” Cecil protests.

“Depriving us of basic human rights!” Lou Ellen agrees.

Nico shrugs. He glances back up the the climbing wall, where he has a very perfect view — and a great reason to never even try to climb faster than Will does. He grins.

“Too bad for you guys.”

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pxuvalentinx · 6 months

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Atta girl ✧ High Noon Yone x fem!reader tw: degradation, creampie, abuse (i think??), spanking, forced breeding, dub con (if theres anything else let me know<3) an: i wrote this a while ago when hn yone got first leaked, so if any new lore dropped - i wouldn't know. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . You swore to yourself that you’d kill every single one of those damn devils — without a single exception. You promised to avenge all the poor souls that got killed by those who made a pact with a devil. Not only that, but you’d give your life to free the west from its curse. It was the least you could do after failing so miserably to save others. So why were you bent over the saloon counter while a man rutted into you? Why were you moaning and whining his name? The name of a man who had made a pact with a devil. Bounty hunter Yone. Such an ironic title when you consider that there’s a high bounty on him as well. He hated devils, too — more than anything. His hatred took him so far that he became one of them. And god, you were thankful for it. Your thoughts were clearly getting manipulated by your tight cunt that was squeezing around his girth so deliciously that it made him growl into your ear. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet — the saloon might’ve been empty, but he wanted everyone to hear that walked by, how he was fucking this once so proud and snobbery woman into his little bitch. How she slowly became his dumb slut. Yone’s hands were on your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, pressing his pelvis against your ass while he leaned forward to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. One hand wandered up your throat, grabbing your chin with it and pulling your head back. His lips were barely two inches away from yours — “Aren’t ya just so pathetic?” He purred. “Just half an hour ago ya were soooo confident about killin’ me, tellin’ me how much ya hated ‘my kind’, how selfish I am, and now… You’re soakin’ and suckin’ in my cock like it’s ya’s life purpose.” The low growl in his voice was making your walls flutter around his dick. You hated to admit how good this felt. His hands were cold, freezing even. They sent shivers down your spine with every touch. He had this frightening and overwhelming aura that seemed to become more distinct with every thrust. His hand let go of your face after he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, proud of his work. From the corner of your eye, you could see his cocky grin.

squeeze

“Oh, fuck…!” He cursed. “Makes you this horny? Nasty bitch. Gon’ teach ya a lesson… Make…Ah~ ya regret facin’ me.” Your walls kept pulsating around his cock, massaging all of it like your cunt was made for him. It was driving him crazy, low grunts escaping his throat.

He spread your ass cheeks with his two broad hands - one gloved. Groans of satisfaction as he looked at the sight. Letting go of one and giving it a hard smack right after, leaving a stinging pain which made you whine out. Music to his ears. Another smack.

And another.

“That ass already looked good in those tight ass jeans ya were wearin’ - but I didn’t expect it to look this good without ‘em” He could feel himself getting harder at the sight, growing even bigger inside of you. “Gon’ make you ride me next time. Want to see that pretty ass bounce on my fat cock. Better show me how much of a cowgirl ya truly are.”

You turned your face to him, where he was already looking at you with the same cocky smile he had before. The pale skin in combination with his flaming orange eyes made your heart skip a beat. You never thought you’d think of a devil as handsome. Tears were streaming down your face as he continued to abuse your cunt to the best of his abilities.

Yasuo warned you of him — No, everyone warned you of him, but you didn’t want to listen. You were so confident in being able to defeat him, in being able to get one step closer to peace in the west. And here you were, squirming underneath him, sobbing because his cock just hits all the right spots too damn good, begging him to fuck you harder, to abuse your cunt just a little more because in reality you were a pathetic masochist, who loved that he treated you like a piece of fuck meat. You were begging him to fill you up with his hot seed, to make a mess out of you and your cunt - to mark it as his.

You didn’t care about the peace of the west anymore. All you could think about was Yone’s cock buried deep inside your pussy while his hands were kneading your ass in such a nice but rough manner. You wanted to cum all over his dick again and again and again.

“Oh shit, darlin’ - gonna cum. Gon’ fill your tiny little pussy with my seed, ya want that? Fuck~ Tell me how badly ya want it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly ya want to get bred by me.” Yone commanded, the same low husky tone as before.

Oh, how much this man turned you on, with his stupid low voice and his stupid grunts. “Yo- Ah~ Fuck… Please…fill me up…”

“Atta girl!”

His sloppy thrusts eventually ended up in him burying himself deep inside you, filling you up with all he has. The twitching feeling of his cock and the noises he made really hit you hard, making you squirt around him, ruining his chaps. Soft whines and pants leaving your lips. Yone threw his head back at the feeling, his hat almost falling off his head. A split second before he pulled his cock out, looking at his cum oozing out of your cunt. Yours and his fluids were mixing together on the floor. He slurred out some quiet words, while spreading your pussy to really take in the view. "Think ya can take another round?"

#yone x reader #high noon yone #high noon yone x reader #league of legends #league of legends smut #again english is not my first language #x reader #high noon league of legends #high noon skinline #smut #i need therapy

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Alright I'll bite

First of, take care of yourself before I motherfucking wrap you in a blanket and make you a burrito, and make you take rest /threat

Second...

Lin kuei trio brothers..., with a reader, whos just small LIKKKEEEEE, theyre just small 😋😋😋, the trio having hard time to keep them in one place and safe

Alright thanks for listening to my crazy delusional take

Stay Put Please!

Yip notes: “Alright I’ll bite” you’ve been biting. I want to make a certain joke but then I feel like it will not land well so I’ll just say…

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Gn reader

Warnings‼️: Imma keep you and put you with my trinkets have fun with Gudetama

You absolute scoundrel, you’re gonna give the men heart attacks. Where did you go this time?

Tomas was very careful with his steps. It was his turn to watch over you and prevent you from running off again. That doesn’t work out when you are as small as a rat and you have the skills of an assassin. You can disappear at any moment. Freaking escape artist.

He looked away from you for a second so he could train and you took that opportunity to run away. You have nothing against Tomas, you just don’t like being babysat. So although you are safe, Tomas doesn’t feel safe. Bi-Han is gonna kill him when he figures out he lost you.

He’s damn near dragging his feet because he is afraid of possibly stepping on you. His ears are carefully listening to everything, hoping he will be lucky enough to hear your small footsteps or even scratching.

“Please, come out. If you come out now I’ll give you a treat.” He offered.

Heh, he’s treating you like an animal. Like you’re so simple as to leave your hiding spot just for a-

“I’ll give you some chocolate.”

Oh hell yeah.

Just then, Kuai Liang walked into the room and saw his brother looking frantically.

“What is the matter? You seem to be in a panic.” He said while walking closer.

Tomas put his hands up to prevent Kuai Liang from moving around. He didn’t want to risk the chances of you being stepped on. Kuai Liang was unsure of what was happening until he saw your tiny body running up to Tomas. You stared up at him with your eyes wide. You awaited your treat. You even held your hand out to signal him to give it to you. Give the chocolate! You looked like you’re about to burst into tears if you didn’t receive it.

“Kuai Liang, go get some chocolate from the kitchen area,” Tomas told him.

“…We do not have chocolate. We ran out.”

“You liars!” You yelled at both of them. What did Kuai Liang do? He just walked in.

You turned around and started scattering. You were like a tarantula in a panic. You were moving in a zigzag pattern. Your small size allowed you to move quickly. Your small feet thumped against the ground like rain on a drum. Tomas and Kuai Liang went into a panic as they tried to keep their eyes on you.

Without thinking, Tomas threw his smoke bomb across the room. It smacked against the wall and busted into a large cloud of gray smoke. You stop since you know it would be risky to walk into that mess. It would be like walking into Black Sunday during the Dust Bowl. That gave Kuai Liang enough time to scoop you up and lift you up. You were forced to look at his disappointed expression as he nodded his head.

“You do understand that we are doing this to keep you safe, right?” He asked.

“I’m a grown adult, I don’t need you to watch over me.” Really? You’re grown?

“You are small. You can easily go missing and possibly get hurt. We cannot risk that.” Especially with how important you are to Bi-Han.

Surprisingly, Bi-Han finds you to be an important part of the clan. Your small size is useful. You can easily sneak around and gain information without anyone knowing. The only downside is your rebellious side. You need to rebel and run around the place. You’ve almost gotten yourself killed because of that. You’ve almost been stomped, kicked, smacked, and attacked by other small creatures. That’s why Bi-Han and his brothers need to keep an eye on you. They can’t save you from every golden orb-weaver you encounter.

Kuai Liang decided to take over so Tomas could continue training. He walked out of the room with you in the palm of his warm hands. This is the only time you will stay still since he is so warm. It’s like being in a heated bed that surrounds you with comfort. He would have liked to keep you in his hands to prevent you from being a menace but he had to use both hands for what he had to do. He was hungry and he had to cook.

He placed you down on the counter in the kitchen area before looking around to see what he could cook. He handed you a cracker to distract you from making a devious plan in your head. Don’t choke on the cracker by shoving it into your cheeks. He will smack your back to make you spit it out. You watched him walk around and collect vegetables to chop up.

As he began to chop the vegetables he would occasionally stop to look at you. The knife would hit the cutting board constantly before stopping abruptly and then continuing. He needed to keep an eye on you. But there you were, munching away innocently on a cracker.

Of course, the moment he looks away from you…you are gone once again. Kuai Liang slammed the knife down as he started looking around. You were just on the counter! He saw your little body running over to the stove. You leaned down and pressed down on the stove’s knob to turn it sideways. A fire ignited behind you, the flames flicker and wave towards you. Yet you are oblivious to the danger you put yourself in.

“You stop right there!” He yelled, but when do you ever listen?

Kuai Liang watched in horror and frustration as you leap onto the flat part of the knob. You took another leap and hoped to land successfully. To your surprise, you landed in the warm hands of Kuai Liang. That man threw himself forward to catch you.

When you looked at Kuai Liang his eyes burned greater than the flames on the stove. He was not displeased by your antics. His hand went up to turn the stove off before he got back on his feet.

“Why did you try to run away again?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to sit there anymore. It’s cold and hard.”

Kuai Liang didn’t say another word. He walked off with you to somewhere else in the temple. You apologize to him since you were being a little stinker.

You saw him walking over to Bi-Han as he watched over the others as they trained. Bi-Han was surprised to see his brother walking towards him with a serious expression on his face. Kuai Liang grabbed Bi-Han’s hand and placed you onto his palm.

“It’s your turn.” He said bluntly before walking off.

Bi-Han nabbed the back of your shirt and lifted you off his hand. He glared at you because he knew what Kuai Liang meant. You drove him and Tomas worried sick. Now it was up to Bi-Han to handle you.

“You have caused enough chaos for today. I have a solution to your little schemes.” There was a certain darkness to his tone. A message saying ‘I won’t let you get away with this’.

You heard the jingling of something metal. You were placed down on a table before Bi-Han started to move your arms around. You were unsure of what he was doing but you felt something slip onto you. A click was heard and when you looked down you saw he put a harness on you.

My gosh, he’s putting a leash on you. One of those leashes and harnesses that they put on rats or squirrels.

He placed you down on the ground and everyone was observing you. Some thought it was silly while others thought it was cute. Come on, look at that angry glare. You could kill a man with that stare if you were full size. Bi-Han told everyone to continue on and he told you to act good. He didn’t need you getting hurt.

And what do you—YEAH I BET YOU START ACTING UP AGAIN!

You didn’t want to be tied down. What is this, a marriage?! You won’t stand for this. You tried to walk off but even taking one step made Bi-Han yank you back. He had no shame in doing that. You were pushing your limits, it’s time to slow down.

Running around his legs won’t do anything either, you’re just upsetting him more. You would run around and the leash would tighten around his legs. Once there was no more you’d fall down with a thud sound being produced. He didn’t even yank that was on you. You’d get right back up and do the same thing except in the other direction. It almost worked too. You were driving him insane to the point he almost unleashed you. But you tired yourself out. Your little body could only hold so much energy. Bi-Han noticed that you were barely moving. He looked down to see you sitting on the floor, slightly swaying as you struggled to sit upright. Bi-Han picked you up gently and held you in his hand for the remainder of the training session.

After that was done he went looking for his brothers. He found Kuai Liang and Tomas sitting together. Kuai Liang managed to make his food and Tomas was napping. All that worrying made him tired. Bi-Han placed you on the table and finally took the harness off. Kuai Liang was confused but didn’t feel like asking. He already had an idea of what happened. The tiny harness was cute though.

“How did you make them so tired, brother?” Kuai Liang asked.

“I did not do that. It was their decision that made them tired.”

Bi-Han started rummaging around the cabinets. He pulled out a large chocolate bar that was still wrapped in the silver wrapping. Okay so Kuai Liang was a liar there was chocolate. He broke off a tiny piece before giving it to you. Hopefully, that sugar will fully knock you out.

You used up your remaining energy to nibble at the chocolate piece. A wonderful treat to have after being a menace for a whole day. You rested your body against Tomas’ resting face and indulged in the chocolate. You only got halfway through before you started to close your eyes. Your grip on the chocolate piece grew loose until it tumbled out of your hands. Alright, that’s pretty cute, even to Bi-Han.

Kuai Liang helped to clean your mouth up from the chocolate stains that were left. He was about to pass your sleeping body to Bi-Han before he stopped him.

“Is there any way to prevent them from escaping in the morning? I do not want to look for them in the morning just because they wanted breakfast early.” No rest for the wicked.

Kuai Liang took a moment to look around to see if he could use anything to hold you in place. He got a brilliant idea when he spotted a hand towel. He grabbed it and immediately wrapped you in it. He literally rolled you and tightened it. He gave you back to Bi-Han who was intrigued. I mean, if it works it works.

He said goodnight to Kuai Liang before returning to his room. You’re forced to stay in Bi-Han’s room since you can’t be trusted to have your own. Your grandmaster has to keep an eye on you.

He walked over to your makeshift hammock that was in a cage. Yes, he knows you can manage a way to escape the cage. You’ve done it dozens of times. He gave up closing the door.

He placed you in your hammock and slightly swung you to make sure you’d stay sleeping. What a long day. At least Bi-Han doesn’t have to worry about you being gone in the morning. You seem pretty snug as a bug in that towel. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. This world is literally too big for you. Getting hurt is not an option.

Do the men a favor and play nice. You’re gonna send Tomas to an early grave. You’re gonna be the end of Kuai Liang’s life. You’re gonna give Bi-Han a heart attack. Please oh please be good and listen. Don’t go making an alliance with the rodents in the walls.

Do it, it would be so slay because I said so.

Yap notes: So I started one fanfic, wasn't hitting, tried to do another and it didn't hit, got chest pains and took my medicine incorrectly, woke up sad, decided to do this fanfic to make me happy, and now I'm posting at midnight. Bon appétit. I was actually gonna start this a bit ago when one of my wounds reopened because I thought that was my signal but I waited. I ended up accidentally getting hurt in the same area on the other side of my body so I thought fuck it I should do this. I...I'm not good self care I think. Oh well. Adiós!

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something-ricked-this-way-comesx · 7 months

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Dick Prime

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess

Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜

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I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular.

I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?

Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.

As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.

“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.

“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.

“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”

“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”

“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.

“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”

“Excuse me?”

“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”

“Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”

“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”

“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”

“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”

“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.

It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone.

“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.

“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.

Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground.

“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.”

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Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.

I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead.

Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.

“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”

I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.

“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”

“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.

“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”

“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”

“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”

“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”

“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.”

“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.”

“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”

“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.”

“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”

“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”

“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”

“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”

“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”

“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”

“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.”

“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”

“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”

I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.

I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.

“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.

“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”

“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.

“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this.

-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-

Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”

Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”

Memory Rick: “Come with us.”

Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”

Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”

Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”

Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”

Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”

Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”

Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”

Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”

Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”

Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”

Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”

Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”

Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”

Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”

Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”

—- Playback Finalized —--

“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”

“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.”

“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”

“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”

“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”

“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”

“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.”

“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”

“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”

I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.

“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”

His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;

“Strip for me.”

And I did exactly as I was told.

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His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.

He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.

I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.

I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs.

“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes.

“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait.

Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it.

“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.”

“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”

“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”

“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation.

“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.”

He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.

“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully.

“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.

“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.”

“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin.

“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”

“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good.

He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax.

“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that absolutely intense workout we had just finished.

Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck.

What had I done?

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sofiareidings · 1 year

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I Can See You

Summary: You and Spencer are in a relationship but have to keep it a secret from the rest of the team. Spencerxgn!reader Warnings: fluff and swearing

A/N: This story is loosely based off of the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift. If you want a really good fic based off the song you should check our @reiderwriter 's masterlist!

Word Count: 0.8k

Song Suggestions: I Can See You (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift

Three months, six days, four hours, twenty-seven minutes, and five seconds. That's how long you'd been dating. But no one knew about it.

Three months was a long time though. In the first couple weeks it wasn't too bad, looks from across the room and nights together were enough. But as the weeks turned to months it wasn't nearly enough anymore, you two were getting more and more desperate and risky.

It was killing both of you more and more everyday. You just couldn't risk it. The need and want for each other was crippling.

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The team had been in Austin, Texas for two days now, investigating a string of murders. The station was crowded and hot, recycling bins filled to the brim with plastic water bottles and a dozen fans.

Because of how hot it was and the case you and Spencer had barely even talked. Walking down a somewhat empty hallway of the police station you felt a tug on your arm.

"Hey, come here." Turning your head and smiling when you saw who it was. Moving closer while smiling you squeezed yourselves into the small broom closet he had been hiding in.

"Why are you hiding in a broom closet?" You laughed, "And how long have you been in here?" Smiling he ran his hand through his hair, bumping his elbow off the wall.

Spencer went to try and pull you closer but while doing that he smacked his hand against a shelf making things tumble down. Both of you went out of the closet at different times and back to work. Sneaking off as much as possible.

"Way too long." He smiled before leaning in and kissing you, after a couple seconds you were reminded just how long since you two had been like this and the kiss became more passionate.

***

It was late at night and everyone was back at the hotel getting their rest. The team had presented the profile that evening so you all were feeling pretty comfortable.

There was a knock on your hotel door and you ran over, looking through the peephole you grinned and opened the door. Spencer took a quick peek around the hallway before stepping into the room, immediately cupping your face and kissing it softly.

"I thought you didn't get my text." You whispered, stepping back for a moment.

"I have barely seen you these past two days." He said before hugging you tight, kissing the top of your head. "I wish we weren't hiding like this."

"I know, soon. Only a little longer." You assured him while running your hand up and down his arm.

You continued talking until the words were replaced with kissing. You pulled back and started to unbutton his shirt when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Shit, that's Emily." You mumbled and pushed Spencer into the bathroom. Accidentally pushing too hard and he hit his side against the counter. "Be quiet, I'll talk with her quickly."

Opening the door Emily looked around the room, seemingly a little suspicious. "What took you so long to answer the door?" She walked past you and noticed a knocked over bottle. "Did you fall or something?"

"Uh, yeah…" You trailed off as you eyed Spencer's watch on the ground. Moving closer to Emily while kicking it under the bed. "What did you need, Em?"

"Oh, I was hoping you had some eyeliner. Is it in your bathroom? Can I grab some?" Her hand landed on the handle and you ran in front of the door laughing out of nervousness. "What are you doing?"

"It's just, I have some stuff in there. Private stuff, let me get it for you…" She raised her eyebrows, not believing a word you said.

"No, don't worry about it, I won't look at your things." She smiled and opened the door. "There he is, hi Spencer." He was tucked into a corner or the room, hair dishevelled and shirt half on.

"Uh, hi Emily." He stuttered, "Wait, how'd you know I was in here?" You turned to her too. Realising what he meant.

"I mean, was it a secret?" She laughed and held onto the counter for support. "W-wait, you're telling me you didn't know?"

Met with two confused looks, she had her answer.

"You guys aren't as secretive as you think. We've all known for like a month." She stopped laughing and frowned. "Shit, I owe Morgan twenty bucks now."

"Are we the dumb ones?"

Once Emily had enough teasing she grabbed her eyeliner and left. You turned away from the door shaking your head while laughing.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fandom #fandom #bau #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #fanfic #spencer reid x gn!reader #sofiareidings

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yourlocalbigtittyedbitch · 2 years

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Hc's of some characters and the crap they deal with when they're with you

synopsis: just your daily life with the ones you care about (reader is not specified as male or female, but dose have a child written in some of these parts)

Parings: Jake, Lyle, Tonowari, Z-Dog

Warnings: reader sniping Lyle in the back of the head with a shoe, messing with Quaritch. You in Z-Dog being besties.(maybe somethin' more) Yeeting a child, just your normal day with someone you care about <3

Jake

You two where known for doing stupid shit, and Jake's mate, Neytiri.. would beat both of your guy's asses because of it, but you didn't regret it.

Totally bitch slapped Jake with a fish when he said something stupid about you.

Would be your go too buddy when you wanna get high as balls with someone. (Neytiri in the background watching over two adult toddlers being stupid again-)

Totally didn't make Jake try to catch a fish with his bare hands just so you could kick him into the water

When you two where absolutely fucking wasted. You stared at him, and he stared at you. Suddenly both of you started laughing like two school girls, covering your face with your hands as you hunched over.

When he fell asleep, you surprisingly had a marker on your person, so you took an advantage over this opportunity. (You totally scribbled a dick on his forehead,)

Also, if you got annoyed with one of his kids. You'd just throw them into the nearest lake. All he'd hear was "YAH YEET-" then a splash and laughter.

Lyle

You two had so much fun picking on each other,

You randomly slapped cheese onto his bald head, before running off and him chasing after your ass

You yanked on his tail, to grab his attention usually. But if he annoys you, you pull his ear sometimes, either that. Or he would wake up with dildos attached to his ceiling. (Don't ask where y/n got them)

That one time he ducktaped your kid to the wall.. his ass was sniped with a fucking boot, you had hit him so hard in the back of the head, that he actually fell. And you didn't feel sorry.

You two are the type of freinds to sound like they're gonna fuck, or sound like they're gonna kill each other.

Totally to just randomly slap his ass and say something stupid like "yee haw!" Or "getty up horsey"

Both of you would definitely do loud ass fake moans, especially when you two are high as fuck

Z-Dog

Gurl- you two would make stupid bets sometimes

"Bet you won't slap Quaritches ass"

"How much?"

"20."

"25 and we have a deal"

"Bet"

And so you slapped Quaritches ass and pinned the blame on Mansk. And he got such a severe ass beating, and oh my God you almost felt sorry.

One time you stole her bubblegum by distracting her with a kiss. Definitely got smacked, but it was worth it.

Definitely would have stupid arguments, like who has cooler tattoos or scars.

Man its so funny messing with her, she always gets so mad its funny. Just wait til your in your human body again, you're so fucked.

"I wonder what female tittys feel like"

"Touch mine"

"Okay-" when you just straight up grabbed her tit. She bitch slapped you

"OW-"

"DONT TOUCH MY TITTY!"

"BITCH YOU GAVE ME PERMISSION!!"

"I was joking you dumbass"

"Ass" was all you said as you rubbed the sore spot

You two would probably cuddle in her or your bed. Arms wrapped around her waist, with your head against her chest.

Tonowari

Pray to Eywa that this man doesn't get a heart attack from you doing stupid shit.

"Wanna see me jump off a cliff?"

"No. Please my love-"

As you turned around, you fucking sprinted like there was no tomorrow to the edge of the cliff. Before jumping "Fuck gravity!!" Was all you said as you fell down, and yeah. There was water at the bottom, poor boys heart almost fell out of place

You had an Ikran, and swore this bitch hated you sometimes.

As you where talking to Tonowari, you ignored the fact that your Ikran was nudging its head into your back, asking for attention. Once it got so annoyed, it stopped, before turning around and fucking whip lashed you with its tail.

Let's say you had a bruise and a worried Tonowari on your hands now.

There was a time where you'd get annoyed with your own kid. And sometimes would just throw them, into water or onto a bed. Never actually hurting them. All Tonowari saw was that small sweet lil thing pushing you arm and saying something, and you had this annoyed expression on your face, standing up you stared down at them and then yelled "Thats it!! Into the water you go!!" Before lifting your kid up and chucking them into the water "Yeetus da fetus!!"

(If Jake was there, you'd turn to him with a smile and just say "abortion!", and he would try his hardest not to luagh)

If you where to get drunk or high as balls, he would probably have to keep you at arms reach at all times. Or you'd just go do something stupid again,

He loves you dearly, but your gonna be the end of him, he saw you hanging upside-down on your Ikran in mid air, you where just chillin' meanwhile he was absolutely losing his shit.

You'd totally be the type to stare at his ass or tittys. And probably say something in English so he wouldn't understand what you had just said, "damn those are some big ol' tittys"

"What?"

"Nothing-"

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gffa · 4 months

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"Time to tackle all the strung up cables that dad put up because mom got rid of cable and all the computers are wireless now. Shouldn't be too hard! All you have to do is yank the cable down from where he stapled it to the ceiling, it'll come right off." WRONG. You have to carefully follow every single coaxial cable because dad literally strung about a dozen of them from the basement into EVERY ROOM OF THE HOUSE, sometimes multiple ones to the same room because he was running a cable box and an ethernet connection (dad liked direct connect instead of wireless, which, fair, it would have been my preference, too), so you can't just yank any one down, because ONE OF THOSE is still to the modem and you need the modem, but once you find one, okay, I yanked all FORTY STAPLES FOR THIS ONE 40ft CABLE, I'll just unscrew it from the junction box, I know it's not one we need! WRONG. Those fuckers are on there so tight that I can't even move it a single inch (and I have to stand on a chair to reach the fucker because of where he placed the box and I'm extremely short so it's not a fun time), all right, just cut the cable short enough that it won't be falling on anyone's head, except have you ever tried to cut coaxial cable? Let me tell you, you can't do it with wirecutter pliers (at least not the ones dad had, it might just be that they're old, but more likely cable's too thick + trying to do it while standing on a chair with my arms all the way over my head was killing me, I couldn't do more than two before I was exhausted), so they've just been dangling from the ceiling, like ten of them with literally 40ft cables that smack you in the head any time you walk through there AND I have to follow the crazy loops he stapled into place because the cords had to be long enough to reach (so if a 30ft cable would have worked, he got a 40ft cable to make sure, etc., which fair enough, I'd rather buy one a bit too long than have to buy two if the first one didn't work, too) to make sure I'm cutting the right ones, and eventually I had to give up and ask a handyman friend to get a saw to cut those fuckers for me because doing it by hand was NOT WORKING, so like. "I got the old unused coaxial and ethernet cables down!" sounds like a trivial thing to Have Accomplished Today, but YOU try yanking down a cable from one room strung into the other through the gaps in the drywall, occasionally when he stapled one BEHIND A PIPE then draped the wire OVER THE PIPE, so I had no leverage to yank it down no matter how hard I was pulling, I had to get up on a chair and gently scoot it back THROUGH THE STAPLING AGAINST THE WALL, so I could yank from the underside instead to get it free and THEN feed it through the wall and THEN find it on the other side and THEN follow it to where THIRTY MORE STAPLES WERE WAITING FOR ME and THEN cut it off near the junction box, and YOU try not losing your mind when you have to do this ten more times.

#lumi.txt #this is not a serious post #i've been working on this any time I go over but CHRIST what a mess

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imaginechb · 11 months

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omg hi !! about your leo valdez post I was thinking that a good song would be "love story"

My best friend helped me write this because I was stuck stuck but I loved the prompt and saw so much potential so I couldn't just not do it so shoutout to them fr ❤️

Love Story

You were nervous. It was now winter break, and you were going home to visit your mortal family. This wasn't what you were nervous about, you loved them and you were excited to see them. The part you were nervous about was Leo. He was supposed to be going with you, staying with your family for the break. And your family hated Leo.

You didn't know why they felt this way, but you knew that when you had proposed the idea of Leo staying with you, they had turned up their noses. They had said yes, wanting you to be happy, but it was clear that Leo wasn't exactly welcome.

You had tried to warn him and apologize for whatever they might say or do, but he just smiled. "No sweat, corazón," he had said. "I can make anyone like me." Yeah... right.

The first week of winter break was... awkward. You'd spend time with Leo, but he wasn't allowed in your room. He would sleep in the guest room and you'd have meals together, but they were always tense. Your family grilled him with questions, but no matter what he said, he just didn't earn any points with them.

It wouldn't be until Christmas Day, when a horribly-timed chimera would attack your family's home, that Leo would gain their approval. It was 6:37pm, and you were just about to sit down for Christmas dinner, when it burst through the living room window, shattering it and causing your half-siblings to scream.

Thankfully, you and Leo were able to keep its focus away from your mortal family, but unfortunately, that meant it was focused on you. You and Leo fought side by side, him pulling item after item out of his toolbelt and setting traps, while you used your fanciest footwork and your (weapon of choice) training at camp to keep it sufficiently distracted.

It worked well for a bit, but one missed step can mean a lot in battle. You had stepped a bit too close to the beast, and one of its lion paws smacked you back, hard. You went flying backwards into the wall, hitting your head and slumping down to the ground.

You couldn't breathe.

You knew that you had to get up, you needed to help Leo kill this thing and protect your family, but you couldn't breathe or move, and your head was swimming.

What Leo saw was his partner, who he loved more than anything, get thrown against the wall. He saw you lying motionless on the floor, the chimera stalking towards you, its mouths salivating. He began to panic before jumping into action.

He jumped on its back, delaying its journey to you, but was ultimately thrown off. He became desperate and leaped in front of you, summoning fire to cook the sucker. Unfortunately, the chimera had the same idea. Fortunately, however, Leo was fireproof. The chimera was not. With one last bleat-roar, the monster turned to dust and crumbled to the carpet.

Immediately, Leo came over to you to see if you were alright. He helped you sit up and held your face in his hands, asking a million questions that you could only answer one at a time.

"I'm okay, Leo, really. You saved my life, thank you." He blushed a deep crimson but smiled. "Hey, I'm your super-awesome flame-throwing boyfriend. It's my job, mi rosa."

You were about to reply when your family came in from the doorway. "That was... what just happened?" Your step-parent looked confused. Your mortal parent just looked distressed. "Are you alright, y/n? What was it this time?"

Leo helped you off the floor and you faced your family. "Chimera, and I'm okay, thanks to Leo."

Your (mom/step mom) hurried over to Leo, grabbing his face in his hands before kissing his cheeks several times. "Thank you, Leo. You saved our y/n's life." She smiled at him before letting go of his face and hugging you tight. "Nah, it's nothing. I'd do anything for them." Leo blushed deeper, if that were possible.

Your (dad/step dad) made his way to the both of you, hugging you before patting Leo's shoulder. "You alright, kid?" Leo nodded, absolutely awestruck. He was talking to Leo! And there was no disgust in his eyes!

Sure, Christmas dinner had been a disaster, but Leo had gotten your parents' approval out of it, so he took it as a win.

The two of you still had to get the monster dust out of the carpet, though.

#pjo #toa #trials of apollo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #chb #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #camp jupiter #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #hoo imagine #x reader

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ravenzeppeli · 7 months

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⭐️What Caesar Wanted.. No, What You Wanted |Yandere Joseph x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong physical abuse (beating), threats, manipulation, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, strong language, uncomfortable scenes, graphic murder (described in detail). 18+.

At first you felt as if it was a miracle that Joseph Joestar found you, an orphaned Zeppeli with a stand that you couldn’t control and DIO dead on your tracks. He found you and he took you in, basically adopting you as his own three years ago.. him and his wife Suzi Q.. they were all that you had. They became your parents.. the only family that you had since yours was slaughtered by one of DIO’s men.

Turns out Joseph Joestar was incredibly.. overprotective when it came to your safety. You weren’t to go to school but to be homeschooled and you never left the house without him or Suzi Q. At 16 your freedom was stripped away.. you lost everything but your life was saved. Should you be grateful though? Should you not have done it? Maybe you should tell your story, or at least the worst parts..

“The adoption papers are final Y/N, but I did not change your last time. You are still a Zeppeli and you always will be but I want you to think of Suzi and I as your family. I will take care of you,” Joseph promised as he sat next to you on his white couch, his green eyes watching you. They were soft.. soft but somehow something evil hinted behind those eyes. “But I am going to have rules- you won’t leave the house without Suzi Q or I and you will be homeschooled. You must be protected.”

You nodded your head once, not knowing what else to say. You just lost your entire family- your entire bloodline was wiped out and you almost got killed as well. He saved your life and he took you into his home.. you were only 16 years old. You had to listen to him, no matter what. You hoped that he really would protect you.

Three months later…

“I told you not to leave the house, even for a second! DIO could easily grab you and take you away!” Joseph screamed at you as soon as you entered the home from checking the mail. Hie hand came across your cheek roughly before you were pushed into the wall, your head smacking against the wooden door. “You’re grounded, you will do nothing and you won’t eat for the rest of the day!”

You dropped the mail, a sharp pain rushing through your head, “ow, fuck!” You cried out, blood dripping from your right nostril, your cheek having a deep sting. “Mr. Joestar, I was just checking the mall for you! Why are you being so cruel to me?!”

“You will call me father because that’s what I am to you now, I am your father and you will respect me as such! Don’t you ever leave this goddamned house without telling me or I will take my belt off and beat you until you can’t walk anymore!” He yelled at you, hands balling into fists as his fall fo towered over you, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled into a hard scowl. “Watch your fucking self or DIO will kill you and the entire Zeppeli bloodline will be forever lost.”

You had to remember, the Joestars and the Zeppeli’s have a rich history that was deeply rooted. Mr. Joestar fought alongside your grandfather Caesar Zeppeli. He was a close tie to your family and he was right.. if you died so did the entire Zeppeli bloodline. “Father, I am sorry and I will not do it again,” you forced yourself to say that.. but you made sure that you looked like you meant it.

“Good, you better not do it again either. I will not tolerate you acting like this- your grandfather Caesar would never allowed you to act like this.” He had you cornered against the door, his hands resting on top of yours, pressing them against the door. “Don’t make me hurt you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. I will chain you to your bed if I have to..”

You nodded your head, tears filling your eyes.. he was far for terrifying then DIO, at least with him you would just be killed. This.. this was far worse then death- this was your entire life being stripped away from you; you were a prisoner that could never escape. He let you go, satisfied that you were scared, basking off your fear as you stood shaking in it.

“Good, now go stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall. Hands folded behind your back.. move out that corner without me telling you and I’ll beat your ass,” he snapped, stepping back so you could move. You walked past him swiftly, burying your face in the corner of the wall that he pointed at, your hands folded behind your back. “I’ll let you know when you can leave, until then don’t say a single word.” He left the room, leaving you to stand in the corner.. leaving you to cry as blood dripped from your nose, staining your clothes.

He left you in that corner for 19 hours and made you piss yourself because he wouldn’t let you use the bathroom. Suzi Q never said a thing , she never intervened on the abuse and it destroyed you. When Joseph went away on business trips Suzi would let you leave the house and do as you pleased- it was her guilt for letting you get abused. She would clean you up and she wouldn’t let Joseph starve you but that was it.. you could tell that she was just as scared as you. You didn’t blame her.

Since you didn’t blame her she was safe, you wouldn’t cast any revenge on her and you would let her be. You did let her be.. you sometimes felt conflicted but he was the real enemy. Your grandfather that he fought alongside would be ashamed of his friend, ashamed of how he treated his granddaughter and last living relative. You held no regret in your heart for what it all ultimately led up to.. you did the world a favor.

“Just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave my sight. You will stay by me and you will respect whatever I say,” Joseph said as you stood next to him, his hand wrapping around your arm, squeezing tightly. “I also see the way you’re looking at Polnareff and I want it to stop.. don’t get yourself hurt.” His voice was low, grip tightening to the point to where you felt sharp pain.

Tears filled your eyes as you bit down on your lip.. you knew not to scream, especially on a boat with witnesses around. He would beat you the second the two of you were alone if you spoke out and tried to call him out, he had before- he beat you bloody.

“You know what? I got something for you, you need a lesson,” he muttered as he let go of you. He grabbed your hand, leading you away to below the deck of the huge ship, despite your low sobs that begged for him to let you go. “You think since today’s your 18th birthday and I’m letting you go on this trip with me you’re grown but you aren’t. You fucking aren’t!” He yelled, pushing you into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind him. “You know what to fucking do.”

You stepped away from him, shaking your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this, I’m sorry! I don’t think that I’m grown and I’m not checking him out, you’re mistaken! Please, I don’t want you to do this!” You cried, hands trembling as he started to unfasten his belt. You just wanted to have a peaceful 18th birthday.. why did he have to do this?

“Turn around and stay standing up straight and I won’t say it again unless you want to pick your teeth off of the fucking floor,” he snapped, clutching the leather belt in his right hand. It was folded twice, his green eyes watching you, grey eyebrows pulled into that damn scowl. “This is what Caesar would have wanted.”

You shook your head once. “What Caesar wanted.. no, what you wanted. This is what you want, you want to beat me and you want to keep me as your prisoner and since I am weaker then you you can. You’re so strong and powerful.. you’re a hero,” you said softly, causing his face to slightly soften. “But you’re 69 years old.. one day you won’t be stronger then me. One day I will get my revenge and I promise that my face will be the last thing that you will ever see. I will fucking kill you, and I will fucking enjoy doing so Joseph Joestar.” You spat on the ground, meaning the ultimate disrespect to him.

As quickly as those words came out his stand emerged, purple vines wrapping around your entire body, squeezing you tightly. “You little bitch, you’ll never have the balls to kill me. Do you have the balls to stop me now? Try and call your pathetic stand, maybe you can put a scratch on me.” He walked over to you, his hand roughly slapping your right cheek twice, his eyes wild with rage. You wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

You didn’t call your stand.. despite how shitty Hermit Purple was you weren’t ready to kill him. You wanted to wait until he was old, until his grandson who had the ultimate fucking stand wasn’t on this boat. Until you got over your guilt of having to kill your long and gone deceased grandfathers friend. One day.. but today is definitely not the day. You had to save Jotaro’s mother.. they weren’t bad like Joseph was- they were good, kind.

“I do this because I love you, I fucking love you as if you were my own child Y/N Zeppeli. We’re connected, and I want what’s best for you. I’m what’s best for you, I couldn’t save your grandfather but I could save you. Don’t you see? I couldn’t protect him but I can protect you!” He exclaimed suddenly, a wide smile appearing on his face despite tears filling his eyes. “I couldn’t save my best friend but I could save you.”

You shook your head once more. “I am not your child and I am not my grandfather. Joseph, you can’t replace him with me.. I am not Caesar Zeppeli, I am just his grandchild and nothing more. I will never replace him and I am so sorry for you but.. I hate you.” You finally said it.. you knew that he would hurt you but you still happy that you said it.

He spun you around, the belt repeatedly beginning to crash onto your upper and lower back at a rapid pace, whip sounds filling the air. “You ungrateful bitch, you should love me! You should love and obey me because I saved you! DIO would have saw no use in you and he would have killed you!” He screamed at you, his deep voice cracking towards the end as he continued crashing the belt onto your back, knocking the wind out of you with each hit.

You gasped out, no words being able to come out of your mouth. You wiggled violently but Hermit purple didn’t budge- the purple vines were wrapped tightly around you, being the only things that were keeping you held up. “S-stop!” You cried out, your shirt ripping as the belt cut at your back, opening up old wounds and creating new ones. Your entire back.. he’s scarred your entire back- it started three years ago.

“I hope it hurts good and deep, learn your lesson! You will never speak to me like that again or I will cut your hand off and blame it on an enemy stand user! Don’t you ever test my patience or love for you again!” He practically roared, giving your back three more rough blows before stopping, his stand releasing you, causing you to drop to the cold bathroom floor.

Your back felt wet.. it was your blood. You knew that from experience, this wasn’t his first time but one day it would be his last. You made a vow after this beating- you would be the one to kill Joseph Joestar and you would enjoy getting your revenge. One day.. but for now you wept on a dirty bathroom floor, your blood pooling around you slowly, oozing between the cracks in the tiles. Yes.. watch me in pain Joseph Joestar, let your broad shadow cast over my shaking and bloodied body because one day I will do the same to you. I will get my revenge.

37 times.. you stabbed the old Mr. Joseph Joestar 37 times before he died. You stabbed every part of his body aside from his heart and his brain.. yes, those were the one two things you left out. At the ripe old and frail age of 79 years old Joseph Joestar sadly passed away.. sadly he burned alive in his house but thankfully his wife and adopted kid weren’t home. That’s what the news story would say.. and you would pretend to cry and grieve him.

He was the man that saved your life but he was also the one who mentally destroyed you. You would always have scars all over your body and heart but at least he was finally dead. He died a painful death and you were glad that he suffered, his begs for mercy were still running through your head. That old fuck.. he was the one to piss his pants this time.

His body was unrecognizable, stab wounds covering every part of his body. His green eyes that would always glare down at you were stabbed out until they were gone forever, his blood now staining the floor. His blood was everywhere.. his body was a shredded pile of meat and bones. He said that you would never have the balls to kill him so you brutally murdered him instead.

“I’ll see you in hell Joseph Joestar, I will fucking see you in hell,” you muttered as you grabbed the final tank of gas, pouring it all over his deformed body before you backed away, dropping the empty container to the ground. Your old bloodied clothes laid next to him, the knife already cleaned and put away. It would all burn.. every trace of evidence would burn right along with him. You lit a match, throwing it on his body before running out.. you didn’t need to watch him burn, he was already dead. You ran, you just ran and you ran and you ran.. you were free. You were finally free.

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 44

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“Again, with an audience and a larger one this time.” Dark stated flatly, seeing everyone arrive in the training room. “Anti, watch Chase. Wilford handle Mare, and JJ take care of Marvin. Madrick, come here.” He gave orders like it was second nature and beckoned Mad to him with a finger. Mad made a face, and he looked at Mare, anxiety, and fear thick in his eyes. Marvin knew that feeling of not wanting to do something but not having a choice because you know your life is at risk if you refuse. “Madrick. Now.”

“It’s okay,” Mare whispered, and Mad nodded before walking over to Dark.

“Do you have your contract?” Dark asked.

“Yeah.” Mad reached into his back pocket and pulled out the folded contract. “Here.”

“Hm.” Dark hummed when he took the paper, unfolding it and face hardening at what he saw. “What is this?”

“Adjustments to wording and crossing out of things beyond my morals,” Mad answered.

“You changed my contract?” Dark gripped the paper and crinkled it in his hand.

“That’s what you do with one as you work through negotiations.” Mad’s voice was clear that he saw nothing wrong with what he’d done.

“That’s not how this works, Madrick.” Dark took a step forward, and Mad took one back. “You do not change anything. You have no say in what I put in my contracts.” There was a shift in the air as Dark’s anger started to swell. “You do what I say. You do not question it.” Mad’s back hit a wall, and he looked up at Dark as the other man used his height to his advantage and towered over him. “You are my apprentice.”

“No,” Mad said softly, his face beginning to harden as if he caught Dark’s anger. “You are not my mentor. You can rot and-”

Smack.

“Mad!” Mare tried to rush over after Dark slapped Mad across the face, but Wilford caught him, and JJ did the same to Marvin. Anti held an arm out, warning Chase not to even try.

“I’ve dealt with stubbornness before. I’ve dealt with sass and insults. Your mouth is not the problem. You are a danger to yourself and everyone you could ever care about. I am your only chance at not dying or killing everyone around you. You ran from Actor. He’ll want you back, but only to kill you and prevent you from causing havoc.” Dark stated harshly. “I could save us all a lot of trouble and kill you myself.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mare raised a hand for a spell, but Wilford caught him again, twisting his arms and hands so he was trapped against him in a way that prevented him from being able to move his hands, preventing him from using magic. “Let me go! Let me go right now!” Mare demanded, trying to yank himself away and ignoring the pain that brought him.

“Mare!” Mad tried to take off, but a hand on his throat stopped him. His eyes widened as he got pressed against the wall, that hand squeezing just hard enough to make it hard to breathe.

“You need to stop pushing your luck, Madrick.”

“Actor…was your…mentor.” Mad gasped, trying to get as much air as possible in his lungs to speak. “You’re just…like him.” He added his explanation before his hands went to Dark’s wrist, air now fully cut off.

“Shut up, now,” Dark growled his warning. “I’ve allowed you too much grace. I’ve bent my own rules and regulations and allowed you more freedom than I should have. I should have kept you in here from the beginning.”

“Dark! Stop it!” Marvin got out before he got kicked to the ground by JJ, quickly grabbing his hands and pinning them to his upper back as a knee pressed against the center of it.

“Sorry.” JJ’s voice said in Marvin’s head.

“Dude! You’re hurting him!” Chase shouted and wished he could go over to help, but the grip Anti had on his shoulder told him if he moved, he’d get knocked down as well. “Wilford, tell him to stop!” He tried pleading with his old friend. “Wilford, please! You know this isn’t right!”

“Anti. Send Chase out of here.” Dark ordered.

“What? But-”

“Now.”

“Fine.” Anti grabbed Chase’s arm, and in a blink, they were in the hallway. “Fucking, idiot!” He cursed and let Chase go. “He’s being so stupid!”

“Is he going to kill Mad?” Chase looked at the door, hearing the shouts muffled behind it.

“He better not. Or I’m kicking his ass.” Anti huffed. “He’s acting like a feral dog trapped in a corner, and I hate it when he does that!” He raised his voice despite knowing he wouldn’t be heard over the chaos inside the room. “Maybe Wilford will tell him to stop. He doesn’t like seeing others getting hurt. He hates seeing Dark like that more than I do. Man’s known him his whole life. He knows what happened to Marvin, but his job is to do what he’s told. To be the muscle…he’s supposed to be the softer voice, but Dark doesn’t always listen. He never listens, no matter how much it’s screamed at him if it’s a matter of his damned pride. His pride makes everything so hard.” Anti rubbed at his face as he rambled, speaking as if he forgot Chase was even there.

Chase waited and watched as Anti seemed to sink into himself. His shoulders slumped as he scrubbed at his eyes, looking as if he was resisting the urge to cry. He sounded so hurt and tired. Like he wanted to scream more. Like he wanted to get back in there and stop Dark, help him from going too far. Chase couldn’t help but think of how Anti acted around Dark to be somewhat similar to how Marvin was…

Chase knew what he had to do.

What to do to stop all of this.

To save the others.

To get them all back home and away from all of this.

He kept his eyes on Anti’s back, making sure he wasn’t about to face him as he slowly reached a hand behind his own. Chase felt his heart start beating faster, stomach feeling heavier as he took the handle of the gun he had tucked into his jeans.

The gun was a precaution he bought so many years ago. He bought it as a backup to protect his family.

And now he was using it to do so.

“I’m sorry, Anti,” Chase said, and as Anti turned to him, he slammed the butt of the gun against his head, knocking him down.

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Wax and Wane

A/N: And finally, Chapter Sixteen! Thank you to everyone who has taken time out of their lives to read this installment. I've gone through hell and back throughout the writing, editing and uploading process of this one. And I'm just talking about my personal life.

I've had a very rough few months and I'm still not in a good place at all, but I'm hoping winter break coming up will give me the time I need to heal and get back to my normal self. Because I do not like the way I've been feeling lately.

I'm sorry for all the late uploads, the shows I was doing had me forgetting all about you guys, but I'm v grateful for everyone who still supports me and this series. The next installment will take quite some time to write, seeing as I'm not even done outlining it. But I sure as hell am not going to ignore it, so don't ever doubt that.

I'm so sorry for the way I ended this installment (I'm not sorry at all, actually), the vision for this has been here since I had the idea to make this series. But anyways, thank you once again for your love and support, see the end of this chapter for anything about the next book, and enjoy the final chapter ❤️

Warnings: major character deaths, minor character death, violence, blood, death/dying, mentions of blood, death, blood and guns

Word Count: 8976

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Chapter Sixteen: Heart to Heart

El wasn’t sure at all where Mike and Max were taking her, and she was certain they didn’t know, either. As far away from Billy would be ideal, but they couldn’t stay in the mall. It was too dangerous and it wasn’t where their friends were. They hadn’t seen where they went, but it was clear they were now gone.

“In here. In here.” Mike directed them into an open room where an elevator shaft was. “Okay. Come on, come on, come on…” He muttered as he repeatedly hit the button.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Max suddenly asked, and just like that, another wave of panic went through the three. Doc was nowhere in sight. To put Mike’s terrified look at ease, Max decided to take a look back into the hallway in search of her friend.

Instead, she found her brother.

His skin was completely decorated in pulsing black veins, his matted hair stuck to his face with sweat, his tank top was torn in places and covered in sweat stains. Max widened her eyes as he limped down the hall towards her, towards El. There was no question about it, he had to have been responsible for Doc’s disappearance.

“Billy…”

At the sound of his name, Mike and El whipped around. Max teared up as he continued forward.

“Billy, you don’t have to do this.”

She knew that if she didn’t get through to him, he would hurt her, then Mike, then Eleven. She just hoped her words would reach him.

“Billy. Your name’s Billy, Billy Hargrove.”

He was far too close for comfort.

“You live on 4819 Cherry Lane.”

Her voice rose in panic as she watched him ready his arm.

“Billy, please, I’m Max, I’m your-”

Max was smacked across the face hard enough to send her to the ground, unconscious. Billy turned into the room, spotting Mike standing protectively in front of El. The boy threw himself at Billy, but was thrown into the metal pipes against the wall, knocking him out when his head slammed into them.

El let out a yell as she stretched her arm out to him, but Billy had used the same move he had on Doc. He shoved her arm down, grabbed her face, and rammed her head into the wall, then threw her across the room into another wall. Huffing out his breaths, Billy picked her up from the ground and slung her over his shoulder, striding back into the hallways.

Doc was dead.

There was no doubt that the blood loss and the head trauma had drained her completely and killed her. She couldn’t feel anything, she couldn’t hear anything, she couldn’t see anything. There was just darkness. It was sad, she thought, that there was nothing after all the trauma she had gone through. No paradise, not even more turmoil. Just her and her thoughts.

Then there was sound. It was faint, a bit muffled, but it was sound. Then there was feeling. The dull throb in her side, in her forehead, in her temple. Then there was sight. Her tired eyes creaked open to get a blurry image of the ruined Starcourt Mall food court. It was exactly as she had left it, shattered glass, the setup of tables in disarray, the skylight broken in.

The Mind Flayer. It loomed menacingly before the night sky, peering down at Doc with a tilted head, as if it were challenging her. She went to move, but found herself bound on the small staircase by rope. Where the rope came from was a mystery to her, but that was the least of her worries. Above her was the Mind Flayer, planning to wreak havoc, none of her friends in sight, and unable to move any of her limbs.

A very twisted idea of the afterlife.

Doc slumped against the wall behind her just as she heard footsteps nearby. Her body ached too bad for her to twist around, so she waited for the unknown figure to show themselves.

Her eyes widened when Billy passed by her, carrying Eleven over his shoulder. When he reached the top of the staircase, he hoisted her off his shoulder and into his arms before gently laying her on the floor. From where Doc was, she could see her sister coming to, slowly blinking her eyes open as Billy neared her ear.

“Don’t be afraid.” He whispered. “It’ll be over soon. Just try and stay… very still.”

Both Eleven and Doc followed Billy’s gaze as he looked up into the night. The Mind Flayer’s silhouette lowered until the light of the mall cast away the shadows and revealed its fleshy form. It snarled as it stepped towards El, readying a tentacle from its mouth. Doc watched with teary eyes as El whimpered and tried to scoot away. She tried to muster up as much energy as she could to fight against the rope, but her head spun with every move she made. She couldn’t let it end like this.

A colorful explosion went off in the side of the monster’s head, causing it to wail and stumble about. From the second floor balcony, Lucas stood with his homemade stick of dynamite, the explosives sporting a spark that ran down the fuse.

“Flay this, you ugly piece of shit!”

He launched the firework right into the mouth of the monster, exploding in yellow and orange sparks that painted the mall in bright lights. Nancy and Jonathan chucked their explosives at it as well from a different area on the balcony, the Mind Flayer crashing into a nearby pillar.

“Hey, asshole!” Steve screamed from another side of the balcony with Robin at his side. “Over here!”

Just as the Mind Flayer turned to him, another firework was launched into its agape mouth, this time exploding in reds and pinks. Will ran to Lucas’s side and joined in, hurling his explosive off the balcony. Each time the monster was hit, Billy cried out in pain and jolted his body.

“El!” Doc called out, catching her sister’s attention. “Help me get out of this!”

El took one look at Billy before scooting backwards towards Doc, unable to stand due to her leg. She fully turned around and hurriedly crawled over to her.

“Watch out!” Doc suddenly screamed just as Billy caught up to El and grabbed her by her injured leg, dragging her across the floor and back to her original place. “Eleven!!!”

“Doc!!!”

Billy flipped Eleven so she was facing him and grabbed her by her collar, slamming her back down onto the ground. Showers of sparks rained down in brilliant bursts of yellows and oranges and reds and pinks, the Mind Flayer stumbling and crashing about the area into walls and pillars. Doc watched with a sort of amazement she couldn’t quite describe, hinted with terror. Everyone was at risk right now except for her, and she could barely move.

“We’re almost out!” Will screamed when he turned to the nearly empty basket containing the explosives.

“I know!” Lucas shouted back before throwing another. Noticing this, Steve quickly brought his walkie up to his mouth.

“Dustin! We’re out of time!”

“Hurry!” He could hear Dustin scream, but he wasn’t talking to him. He was talking to Joyce and Hopper, who were tasked with turning off the machine that was blasting a hole between dimensions. “Close it now! Close it!!!”

Back in the employee halls, next to the elevator, Max was coming to. Her face hurt like hell, the girl sporting a bruise along her cheekbone where she’d been hit by-

Billy.

Gasping, she lifted her aching head and looked around the flickering room, finding Mike not too far from her on the ground. He had yet to awake, meaning he was just as clueless as her. “Mike…”

She painfully got to her knees and crawled over to him. “Mike. Mike.” When he didn’t answer, she began to shake him as hard as she could. “Mike. Mike. Mike, get up. Mike, can you hear me? Mike! Mike!”

With a startled sound, he was flinching awake.

“Hey, come on.” She grabbed him by the arms and helped him to his feet, silently wincing at the blood dripping from the bridge of his nose and across his cheek. “You okay?”

Mike dazedly let his gaze wander in search of two figures he had yet to see. “Where’s El and Doc?”

The two bolted down the hallways, trying to blink past the flickering lights. They strained to listen for footsteps that weren’t theirs, but their hearts were beating too loud in their ears to hear anything else.

“Wait, wait.”

Mike dropped to the floor when he almost tripped on a piece of fabric. Max stopped at his side and watched as he carefully picked up a black headscarf with red raven feather print on it.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)’s?” Max shuddered.

Mike’s stare turned cold.

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Doc moved against her bindings, her body crying out in protest with every inch she moved. She needed to get out there and help. Billy was still atop of El, the man clearly wanting to end her, but every time the monster nearby was hit, so was he. With every burst of color, his body jolted and tensed, the man growling in pain. Even from where she was sitting, she could see that El had realized the same thing.

Billy was still in there.

In the Void, Doc tried to twist her arm from Billy’s hand, El barely able to make him budge. His teary eyes didn’t stray from Doc, only locking harder on her.

“El,” She weakly called out, El snapping her head over to her with wide eyes. “He showed us so much hate and fear!”

The woman lovingly laughed before happily whooping and cheering, clapping her hands for someone who wasn’t El. They turned to see a little boy with a surfboard in his hands running towards the woman, scaring off the rest of the seagulls nearby.

“But the first thing he showed us was something beautiful!”

“Get away from me!” She ripped her arm from his grip, picking up a plate and throwing it at him. “I said, get away!”

“You- You whore!”

Billy shot out of his seat and ran up to his father, throwing himself at him. “Stop it! Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt her!”

Doc inhaled shakily. “There were so many horrible things, but that was what he wanted to show us first!”

His grin grew at the kiss she planted on his forehead. “That was at least seven feet!”

“That’s the source, El! The real source!”

El’s wide gaze returned to Billy when the literal whirlwind of memories resurfaced in her mind. She latched onto the most beautiful thing she could remember and shakily gasped. “Seven… feet.”

Billy halted, brows furrowed.

“You told her… the wave was seven feet.”

Green sparked above him as tears swam in his blue stare. It’s like he could still hear her cheers for him, her loving laugh as she whooped. Suddenly, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

“You ran to her, on the beach.” El tearfully continued.

He could feel his bare feet splashing in the warm water, his board falling from his arms as he ran to her with a proud, excited grin.

“There were seagulls.”

Yes, he could hear their caws growing distant the farther they flew away. He had carelessly scared them off in his haste to her. He tilted his head at Eleven, bathed in red as his eyes widened at her.

“She wore a hat… with a blue ribbon.”

He gasped. It was becoming clearer now.

“A long dress… with a blue and red flower.”

It beautifully blew in the wind as she gazed at him.

“Yell- Yellow sandals, covered in sand.”

Pinks poured behind him as he looked off in thought. He painted the picture, her picture, in his mind so vividly. It was like she was never gone.

“She was pretty.”

He let his eyes softly close so he could repaint the way her lips stretched back and curled into a lovely, toothy smile that reached her tender eyes, her joyous laughter that followed. And he smiled at the memory.

“She was really pretty…”

When Billy opened his eyes, Eleven was illuminated by blue, then green, then yellow, then a darker blue. She was crying. Crying for him. Smiling for what used to be him, what used to make him the person he used to be. And he smiled back, nodding in agreement, in remembrance.

“And you…” She sharply inhaled. “...you were happy.”

Green washed over him as he thought of that little boy, standing at the edge of the water, a surfboard bigger than himself under his arm, a smile too wide for his face directed at his mother. He had never smiled that bright or that genuine since then. He never wanted to, never needed to.

He felt fingertips brush against his cheekbone, but he didn’t flinch. He allowed Eleven to cup his face in her hand, closed his eyes and even leant into it. It had been so long since he felt a comforting touch. Not one that left scratches and bruises and blood. But one that made him feel warm and cared for. Safe.

The green melted to blue over his face as he slowly blinked his eyes open.

From the balcony, Nancy held her last set of explosives up to Jonathan. “Hit me.” She nodded, her boyfriend lighting the fuse. Once she could feel the heat of it near her hand, she hurled it off the balcony with a grunt. Lucas’s followed right after and they burst two seconds from each other in pinks and purples.

“We’re out!” Will screamed, holding up the empty basket.

“Dammit!”

Doc felt the roar of the Mind Flayer in her chest as she flexed out her fingers, her power rushing to the tips of them. She wiggled them through the small gaps in the rope and touched them to the fabric. She painfully grunted as she focused on tearing away her bindings. The pain in her head and side throbbed with every pulse of her power, but she continued on.

Billy looked up at the Mind Flayer, who was no longer being assaulted by colorful bursts of gunpowder. The man stood to his feet and Eleven feared that she had reached for Billy only to be shoved to her death. Neither she nor Doc had seen Max and Mike rush in through Scoops Ahoy, stopping abruptly at the threshold of the parlor in shock.

El scooted away, closer to her sister, as a terrifying tentacle crawled from the mouth of the monster, its teeth gnashing at her. When it shot itself at her, she used her arms to block her face, ready for the pain.

But it never came.

When she uncovered her vision, she was able to see Billy holding off the tentacle with his bare hands. “No!” He screamed, straining against the strength of the monster. It screeched and pushed back against Billy, readying one, then two, then four more tentacles.

“No!!!” Doc screamed, but she was too late.

Billy screamed in agony when one of them sunk its teeth into his side. But his hold loosened when another went into his other side.

“No, no, no!” Doc cried, blinking past her bleary vision as she charged her power higher, the fabric of the rope unraveling from itself. She couldn’t let anyone else die. “Come on! Come on!!!”

Billy limply dropped his arms when several more tentacles pierced into his stomach, his spine, between his shoulder blades.

“Close it now!!!” Dustin shouted from Steve’s walkie. “Close it!!!”

Billy fell to his knees, arms out wide, as if daring the Mind Flayer to hit him again. He even released a war scream past the black blood spilling from his lips.

Doc let out a short yell when the rope fell in bits of itself to the ground, the girl falling forward and holding herself up on wobbling hands and knees. But once again, she was too late. The Mind Flayer had sent one more tentacle right through the center of Billy’s chest, silencing his screaming.

“Billy!!!”

At the sound of Max’s shrill scream, Doc weakly raised her head to watch the Mind Flayer rip all its tentacles from Billy’s body, the man falling to the ground, silent.

No. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not after Brenda. No one else was supposed to die except for her. Except for Doc. She couldn’t let this go on any further. There was no telling when Joyce and Hopper would close the gate, so she had to take matters into her own hands.

The world tilted and spun the whole journey to her feet. She sobbed a bit as she forced her back to straighten. It amazed her how much blood was stored and pumped within the human body, because she believed she had run out multiple times from the moment she was bitten. But she pushed on, muscling her way to where Billy once stood.

“Doc.”

She stopped short when she felt a hand on her ankle. Doc looked down to see Eleven gripping her. “D-Don’t.”

“Let go, Eleven.”

“Please.”

Doc tried a smile, heaving her breaths. “It’s okay… Let go. I’ll be okay,” She mustered the strength to free her ankle. “I got you and I love you.”

Eleven didn’t have to say it back because Doc knew. She wasn’t planning on a goodbye, she just wasn’t sure how what she was about to do would affect her mind. Turning her head forward, Doc fought to keep her eyes open and stretched both her arms toward the Mind Flayer. It stepped closer to her, inspecting her up close, awaiting her next move.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Doc grunted as she curled her fingers, the monster shrieking and recoiling away from her. She felt the black veins spreading from her fingertips to her shoulders. Both her arms shook uncontrollably as she reached her power right into the mind of the monster. A deep gasp lurched from her as the veins spread up her neck and face, surrounding her bloodshot eyes that rolled to the back of her head.

Every single victim of the Mind Flayer called out to her. Their screams and pleads and murmurs crescendoed and decrescendoed in echoing harmonies that made her head swim more. They each showed her the day they were flayed. It started with Heather, then Tom and Janet and Brenda, then Bruce, then so many civilians that she had seen walking around town.

Classmates from school.

Neighbors on her cul-de-sac.

They showed her nothing but fear and horror and gore, their faces smothered by the Mind Flayer’s tentacles, the sludge forced into their bodies. The suffering they’d all gone through shook her to her core so bad, she was screaming out sobs. It was the hardest she had ever cried.

Taking a step forward, she moved past the memories and the screams to tear into the monster. It screeched and stumbled about to escape from her, but she had it in her grasp. Doc screamed so loud, she didn’t feel her feet leaving the ground, didn’t feel her body levitating higher and higher. All she could process was the overwhelming desire to kill this entity. Put an end to everyone’s suffering.

If it wanted a queen, then it would receive her.

Everyone watched in awe as Doc rose above the Mind Flayer, bringing it down to its metaphorical-but-possible knees as she tore into its stolen flesh. She had never felt so powerful. She wasn’t healing what had been hurt, but she was taking away the pain.

It was what her powers were for. It was what she was for. She was pushing herself beyond limits she never had before. If it wasn’t the splitting headache telling her that, then it was the blood dribbling from her nose for the first time. And even though her skin felt like it was on fire, her head was pounding, her wounds were widening, her vision was blackening and the black veins were practically encasing her whole body, she was so proud of herself.

Doc didn’t even notice the Mind Flayer aiming a tentacle for her.

She didn’t hear the warning screams from her friends.

She didn’t even feel the tentacle pierce her in the stomach.

It wasn’t until it had driven through her back that she felt a white-hot pain everywhere. She slowly lowered her quivering arms as she slumped forward, a blood river spilling from between her lips. She choked on it a little, but made sure to cough as best she could to release it from her lungs.

“(Y/N)!!!” Will screamed, sobs racking through his body as he leaned into the balcony.

Eleven desperately stretched her arms out with a sobbed scream, hoping that whatever bit of her power she had left could save her sister, but nothing reached out to her.

Nancy had stumbled into Jonathan, unable to process what was happening. She covered her mouth as hot tears spilled down her face. She was completely incapable of doing anything for her little sister.

Mike blinked over and over in hopes that this was all a sick dream. He wanted to wake up, he needed to wake up. He wanted to scream her name, to run to her, to cry for her. But he was frozen. He watched as she tried to raise her arm, but it would tremble and fall again and again.

This time, Doc felt when the tentacle was yanked from her body. The force of it sent her head flying back. For a moment, she swore she was suspended in the air, but she realized it was just her world slowing down. Her bloodshot (e/c) eyes rolled back into place as she hiccuped for a breath.

Then, she felt something close, and she knew it was the gate. The Mind Flayer screeched and snarled as it threw its body all around, smashing into the balcony and into the other pillars it hadn’t crushed already. Without its tentacle or her powers holding her in place anymore, Doc’s body dropped.

It was so slow for her. She squinted her eyes past the smoke in the air as she let gravity take her. It scared her for a moment, but she couldn’t quite remember what all this was for.

Everyone who was forced to watch flinched when the Mind Flayer crashed to the ground, motionless, but it was Doc they worried for. They watched as she fell through the air, blood staining her mouth, skin and clothes. The lights above began to flicker and a sinking feeling set in Mike’s stomach when he saw the very familiar particles surrounding her as she fell.

The lights flickered one last time. For one blink of a moment, the whole mall was shrouded in darkness.

In the next nanosecond, the Mind Flayer was still laid unconscious. But Doc was nowhere in sight, the particles left in her wake. And then silence.

Mike absently took a step forward. It just couldn’t be. She was just right there. He couldn’t have lost his sister within less than a second. There wasn’t even a goodbye, a glance in his direction, last words between them besides a short argument. Taking a deep breath, he charged down the stairs, searching the area for Doc. He made sure to steer clear of the monster and the fires surrounding it caused by the fireworks.

“(Y/N)!” He tearfully called out, lifting and pushing aside debris. “(Y/N), answer me!”

“Mike!” Nancy was suddenly on the first floor and pulling him back from the fire. “Mike!”

“She’s here somewhere, Nancy! We need to find her!” He cried.

“Mike,” She placed her hands on her shoulders, hardly able to speak past her own tears. “Y-You saw her… d-disappear, Mike.”

“T-That means she’s somewhere! She’s not gone!”

Nancy shook her head defeatedly. She wanted so badly to hope for her sister, but she had hoped for Barb, too. She didn’t know if she could go through that pain again, the endless search, the heartbreaking deadends, the horrifying truth. But she also couldn’t go through one more second of Mike’s crumpled expression, so she nodded and helped him look under fiery debris for their sister.

Max slowly approached her brother. His shallow breaths were growing shorter the longer he bled out on the ground. Tears flooded her eyes as she watched him cough through the blood in his mouth and throat. “Billy…” She dropped to her knees and shook his shoulder. “Billy, Billy, get up, please. Billy, get up, please, please.”

“I’m sorry…” He choked out.

“Billy…” Her jaw dropped when he exhaled his last pained breath, his body going limp and his eyes glossing over. Still, she tried shaking him. “Billy. Billy. Billy, wake up. Billy, get up. Please, Billy… Billy!”

Max felt two hands on her shoulder and immediately crashed into the comforting arms. “I’m sorry…” El cried, letting Max sob into her. She kept repeating the same phrase over and over. “It’s okay…”

But it wasn’t. El’s eyes were stuck on the Wheeler siblings, who worked their way around the Mind Flayer to push debris out of their way, Mike practically flinging everything whenever they came up empty. She remembered when she herself had been encased in those particles, transferred to the Upside Down. But she didn’t have a gaping hole in the middle of her body and pools of blood leaking from various wounds.

It didn’t feel right to accept that Doc was gone for good. She was the most indestructible person she had ever met in her life. But what else were they to do? Hope she didn’t bleed out wherever she ended up?

No, she couldn’t be a fool like that. She couldn’t hope Doc had just survived what Billy hadn’t. He lay right there in front of her, hole in his chest, unbreathing and unmoving. So, with that sickening conclusion, she tightened her hold on Max and joined in her crying.

El just hoped that wherever her sister ended up, she was resting in peace now.

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Dustin and Erica sat atop the hill, overlooking the almost peaceful night cast upon Hawkins. Starcourt Mall hissing black smoke was the only thing to disrupt that peace. Their work was done. The gate was closed. The monster was presumably dead. The only thing left to worry about was cleanup.

As if on cue, a whirring and beating of helicopter blades above caught the attention of the two children. Craning their necks up, they tried to count just how many helicopters were here to clean up a mess they could have prevented themselves. The military proved useless the last two times they were called upon, Dustin wasn’t at all surprised by their lack of punctuality.

Each helicopter touched down in front of the mall, soldiers jumping out bearing arms. The only individual amongst them without a weapon or a uniform was Dr Sam Owens, squinting through the wind the blades caused as he was escorted into the mall.

After the soldiers had inspected the entire Russian facility, nearly blowing off Joyce and Murray’s heads in the process, Sam was led to the now closed gate. It was just as he feared. The enemy was catching on and catching up. They had undone everything they had worked and bled and died for, just for them to do it all again. And if any of the Russians had escaped…

God help them all.

To cover up the horrific events of the night, the Mind Flayer’s body had been cleared from the mall, the small fires were made bigger, and then the fire department was called. A mistaken corpse one year, a deadly gas leak the next year, and then a mall fire the year after would have any conspiracy theorist springing from their chair in excitement, but it was the best solution to such a drastic situation. None of it had been revealed to the public yet, but with firefighters came news broadcasters and newspaper articles.

Joyce and Murray were currently being escorted out by the soldiers, the former desperately looking around for her children. Past the soldiers, she could make out the backs of several fire trucks. In one was Mike, wrapped in a blanket and crying into his knees. Nancy sat beside him, gently rubbing his shoulder with her face buried into the other. Off to the side, Robin and Max sat on a stretcher together, icing their wounds.

In another one sat Jonathan and Will. Joyce froze in her tracks, staring at them in shock as relief washed over her like a refreshing shower. When Will saw her, he was out of the truck in a flash, blanket forgotten. She let him run into her arms, the two clutching onto each other as they sobbed. “Thank god!” Joyce cried, running her hand through her baby’s hair. Her sweet baby…

Her eyes traveled up to find El wandering about, looking all around for her father. Joyce’s heart broke in two at the news she would have to break to the poor girl. She wasn’t sure how she could even voice it to her. But when El locked eyes with her, a questioning gaze within them, Joyce could do nothing but cry harder.

The devastation on Joyce’s face sent the realization crashing into El like a freight train. Her whole world was crashing all around her. Her sister and her father, in the same day… Her family, gone, just like that. Without parting words. Without a goodbye.

Just how it had always been for her.

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Three months later marked the end of summer vacation. Those in school would continue their studies while the graduates figured out where their place was in the workplace. Or for those who wanted both, then there was no time like the present. Steve and Robin stood at the register of Family Video, watching as an employee reviewed their applications with a look of disinterest.

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

Keith, a former arcade employee, lowered the applications, that same expression on his red-dotted face. “Thanks for sharing. Didn’t know.” He droned before throwing down the papers and snapping at Robin. “Three favorite movies. Go.”

“Uh… The Apartment, Hidden Fortress, Children of Paradise.”

He then snapped at Steve. “You, go.”

Steve widened his eyes. “Fa- uh- Favorite movies?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Uh… Animal House, for sure.” That answer received a scoff from Robin as Keith snapped for him to hurry. “Um…”

“Eyes on me, Harrington.”

“Yeah. Uh… Star Wars.”

“A New Hope?”

“Uh- A new what-now?”

“Which Star Wars?” Keith irritably asked.

“The one with the teddy bears. Duh.” He chuckled before imitating the squeals of an Ewok. His confidence faltered seeing Robin slump her head and Keith cringe. “No? Uh… Oh! The one that just came out. The movie that just came out. The one with the DeLorean and Alex P Keaton, and he’s trying to bang his mom.”

Keith dropped his jaw as Steve chuckled.

“The time… Yeah, those are my top three. Classics.”

His narrowed gaze moved to Robin and pointed at her. “You start Monday.”

Then it moved to Steve.

“You start never.”

At his disappointed and albeit embarrassed look, Robin sighed and scooted closer to her friend. “Will you just, um… Will you give us a minute?”

“Why?”

“Steve.”

The Harrington man looked up at Keith, who gave him a mocking look. Eyes cold, Steve swiped back his application and walked away from the register. Robin scoffed and took her friend’s place at the counter so that she was face-to-face with Keith. “Alright,” She whispered. “You have to understand, Keith, I know his taste is a bit pedestrian, but the dingus has other qualities.”

“He’s a douchebag of the highest order, Robin.”

“He was a bit of a prick to us in high school, I’ll grant you that, but he remains… a total chick magnet.”

Keith shrugged. “Yeah, okay, and this is relevant to me, how?”

Robin widened her eyes and shook her head, leaning even closer. “Uh, Earth to Keith. The ladies will come in just to see him. They’ll come in in droves. Droves, Keith. We sold so much ice cream, they had to get a second shipment from Michigan. Goddamn Michigan, Keith. And these ladies…”

She inhaled deeply. “These ladies are hot… They’re so very hot. And there are too many of them for little Steve. He needs assistance. He needs your assistance, Keith.”

Keith shoved a cheese puff into his mouth in thought. “What’s in it for you? You got a thing for him or something?”

Just then, Steve had run into a cardboard cut-out of Phoebe Cates’s most famous moment in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. He cursed as he fumbled to catch it, but hummed in satisfaction when he got a look at what he was holding, his application safe between his lips. Robin smiled at him and turned back to Keith.

“We’re just, um… We’re just friends.” She nodded.

“Oh!” Steve caught their attention again, pointing at the cut-out. “Fast Times. Fast Times. Ever heard of it? Top three for me, Keith.” He teased, eliciting a laugh from his friend.

At the Byers home, the interior was looking much more barren than it had half a month ago. Jonathan and Nancy carried a mattress together into a U-Haul truck. At the beginning of the yard sat a ‘FOR SALE’ stand, a sign reading ‘SOLD’ just above it. According to Joyce, this had been arranged for a long time now. It had just been a matter of telling her children and then packing up the house. And pack it up, they did.

Within the home, several boxes labeled ‘LIVING ROOM’, ‘MOM’S ROOM’, ‘KITCHEN’, ‘GLASSWARE’, ‘WILL’S ROOM’ and others of the sort were stacked within the otherwise empty house. Dustin sat in what used to be the dining room, organizing a box. Though, his work was currently at a standstill, for the couple sitting in what used to be the living room were currently mocking him with-

“Turn around

Look at what you see

In her face

The mirror of your dreams”

Max and Lucas sat with a box between them, happily singing with giant smiles in Dustin’s direction, the boy only staring at them, unimpressed despite their good vocals.

“Rhymes that keep their secrets

Will unfold behind the clouds-”

“Wait, did we get that verse right?” Max teasingly asked. “It’s ‘unfold behind the clouds’?”

Dustin gave a tight-lipped smile and a short nod. “Yeah, but you’re butchering it, so, could you please stop?”

“So, then join in, Dusty-bun.” Lucas blew him a kiss.

“Yeah, come on, Dusty-bun,” Max mocked. “Why don’t you join us?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. He knew he would never live this down. “You guys are so funny, you should be on Carson.” He monotonously spoke.

“Can’t we just hear your rendition?” Max asked.

“No.”

“Please? Just one verse?”

“No. No way. It’s reserved for Suzie’s ears and Suzie’s ears alone.”

Lucas and Max turned to look at each other, their expressions turning mischievous before-

“Turn around

Look at what you see”

Dustin, having no way to stop them, flipped them the bird with raised brows.

“In their face

The mirror of your dreams”

“Shut up, you guys.”

“Rhymes that keep their secrets”

“Stop! You guys, please, shut up.”

“Will unfold behind the clouds”

In what used to be the kitchen, Mike watched Will emerge from the hallway with a stack of books in his hands. As he placed them in the box between them, Mike’s brows furrowed at the Dungeons and Dragons manual stacked on top. “Whoa, dude,” He called out when Will began walking away. “That’s the donation box.”

“I know,” He nodded. “I’ll just use yours when I come back. I mean… if we still wanna play.”

Because everything may change once he leaves.

“Yeah, but what if you want to join another party?”

Will shook his head, relieved at Mike’s worry. “Not possible.”

Mike returned his smile a fraction of the way, a small chuckle escaping him, but it was gone as soon as it came. He had been like that ever since his sister’s funeral. It was like the occasion had confirmed something for him. Not her death, no. He would still hold on to the delusion that she was still out there somewhere, but it more so confirmed that she became a part of Hawkins’s cover stories. She had always been a piece of it since the day she was carried out of the school, in Mike’s arms, covered in blood, but this was different.

She didn’t walk out this time. No one expected her to come back.

Mike tried his best everyday to respond, to react, to blink and breathe, but it was all absent-minded. It was worse than when El disappeared. At least then, he was able to talk with people, despite his attitude. Nowadays, he and his mother were the same. Shells of what they used to be, running on routines and predictable conversations. Unable to focus on anything but her.

Will noticed the change in his friend’s mood and gave him a small nod before walking off. He wished his last few interactions with Doc weren’t somewhat estranged. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted with her. If not a relationship, then the unconditional friendship they’d had before. He didn’t want to accept that she was gone, but he and everyone else saw the gaping hole in her stomach. The blood crimsoning her face and clothes. He would be a fool to think otherwise. It was just a strange pill to swallow, the space she would leave in their Party. The space she had tried so hard to take up. And no one else would be able to take it but her.

A bittersweet breath sighing from his nose, Jonathan wandered into an empty room, devoid of a bed and posters. He leaned against the door frame and watched the room, hoping it would magically return to normal, hoping everything would.

“Is that… everything?” Nancy whispered from behind him, leaning against the other side of the frame. Jonathan shrugged.

“I guess so.” He sighed again before venturing into the bare space. “Seventeen years of my life… packed up in one day.”

It may not have seemed like it, but his bedroom was an important part of himself. It was his world he could go and tell his secrets to. It was where he locked out all his worries and fears. He escaped with his brother the wrath of their parents’ withering relationship behind the wooden door, he shared his innermost thoughts with the walls, he memorized the pattern of the carpeted floor. It was where he did his dreaming and scheming, he lied awake and prayed. The ceiling and windows watched his crying and sighing, the way he laughed at his yesterdays. Even when it was dark and he was alone, he wasn’t afraid when in his room.

He felt Nancy’s nose to his shoulder before her arms snaked around him from behind. His hands clasped around hers against his sternum. And, for a little while, they swayed side-to-side in their own little world.

“What if I just… don’t let you go?” Nancy gently broke the silence. The edge of Jonathan’s lips curled in amusement.

“I think…” He spun around to face her while never letting go of her hands and pulled her close. “...the new owners might kick us out.”

She swayed their arms back and forth in thought as she moved closer to him. “You could stay in our basement.”

He tilted his chin. “Your dad’d love that.”

“We could hide you in a tent… like El.”

Nancy’s throat suddenly closed up. El hiding in a fort in her basement the same night Will had gone missing was the reason her world and Jonathan’s collided in the first place. Their siblings being close friends was never enough for them to have any conversation outside of passing waves. So, he had watched her from afar while she had always looked past him.

And Jonathan wasn’t the only person she wanted to hold onto. The Wheeler home had been so quiet for the past three months. She couldn’t hear her sister humming with the radio as she undoubtedly sketched designs or altered an old dress of hers. The breakfast and dinner table set for six people every time because oh, Karen had forgotten again… she only needs to set it for five now. Mike never smiled, Karen always cried, Ted grew even more detached and Holly still couldn’t quite understand why her Docky was never home.

Doc had been so afraid to lose Nancy, that Nancy hadn’t even feared the thought of the other possibility. She remembered her life before her sister, but she couldn’t recall what it felt like. Doc had brought so much light and laughter and fun into their family. She taught them how to love each other in a way they hadn’t before. She taught them that family didn’t have to look like you or talk like you or bleed the same DNA as you. It was loyalty and acceptance, smiles and unconditional love. They chose her and she chose them, and she loved them with every fiber of her being. Nancy loved her with every fiber of her being.

But Doc was gone now. She lost her sister. And now she was losing her boyfriend.

“Hey.” Jonathan whispered as their foreheads gently touched. “It’s gonna be okay.” He lifted their joined hands, facing their palms upward. He gently ran his thumb over her scar, wrinkling the matching one on his own palm. They had received them two years ago, when working together to fight off the Demogorgon in this very home.

“As a wise man once said… we’ve got shared trauma.” He quoted Murray, the man they held thanks to for pointing out their clear attraction for each other. Nancy inhaled with a soft smile.

“So, what’s a little more, right?”

He chuckled and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “What’s a little more?” He tearfully smiled before bringing his girlfriend into a kiss and then a hug.

In another room, Eleven was packing the last of her things. She checked the closet she had just cleared out for any straggling belongings before her eyes settled upon a koala bear sitting high on the shelf. She reached up for it, but it was pushed too far back against the corner. With a sigh, she returned her heels to the floor. Hesitantly, she reached an arm forwards, trying to focus her powers on the stuffed animal. Only, there were no powers to focus on. She could still hear the high frequency vibrations she always did, but they were weak, barely holding on. Just like her. Panting, she let go.

“They’ll come back.” Mike grabbed her attention as he entered the room. “I know they will.”

She watched him easily reach into the closet and take down the koala. “Thanks.” She gratefully took it.

“You packed your walkie, right?”

“Yes.”

“Because you know that I’m gonna steal Cerebro from Dustin and call you so much, you’re gonna have to turn it off, right?”

They both chuckled for the first time in a long time. “Did you talk to your mom? About Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got the okay. I’ll be there.”

It had only taken about ten tries before Karen had tiredly relented. She didn’t want to risk another one of her children being out of her sight.

“And then I was thinking maybe you could come up here for Christmas.” He continued. “And Will, too. You can come before or after Christmas, or whatever Mrs Byers wants, but I was thinking Christmas Day could be super fun, because we’d all have cool new presents to play with and, uh…”

Mike realized his rambling words and drifted. El lovingly smiled at his clear excitement. He hadn’t been like that lately.

“Sorry,” He chuckled in embarrassment. “That made me sound like a seven-year-old.”

She shrugged. “I like presents, too.”

“Yeah, cool. Yeah.” They both nodded. “I like- I like presents, too.”

“Cool.”

Their bashful grins were gone as soon as she moved past him. There was something left unsaid between them, something that needed to be brought to light before it was too late. The closer she drew to the door, the slimmer the possibility shrunk. But every time a sentence formed on their tongues, they swallowed it down in fear they would say the wrong thing.

“Mike?”

Eleven broke first.

“Yeah?” He turned around, trying to hide his agony. She sighed and twiddled her thumbs.

“Remember that day… at the cabin, you were talking to Max?”

“Um… I don’t think I follow.” He narrowed his eyes in thought, fighting off a new waved of tears because Doc was there, she was there and she was hurting that day and he barely paid attention to it-

“You talked about your- your feelings, your heart.”

“Oh…” He blinked. The confession. “Oh, yeah, that. Man, that was so long ago. Um… I don’t know, that was really heat of the moment stuff, and we were arguing and… I don’t really remember… What did I say, exactly?”

She gave him a knowing look. “Mike…” Very slowly, she walked closer to him. His eyes widened, a part of him waiting for another breakup. This time, she reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. “I love you, too.”

Mike stood there in shock as she dove in, pressing her lips against his in a kiss. Everything was happening so fast and he was trying to process it, and he didn’t want the kiss to end, but she eventually separated from him, a smile blossoming across her face. She slowly turned around and walked out the bedroom door, triumph taking over her smile. She didn’t see the way Mike’s face broke out of its shock with a dazed grin.

By the time El was able to breathe again, she was in what used to be Joyce’s room. “Donation box?” She held up the Koala. Joyce quickly looked up from where she was sitting on the floor beside a box labeled ‘HOPPER’. She opened her mouth to speak and quickly put down a piece of paper she was reading.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

El furrowed her brows at the paper Joyce was clearly trying to hide. “What is that?”

“Uh…” She unfolded it and tearfully looked up at the girl. “It- It’s the speech Hop wrote for you and Mike.”

“Speech?”

“Yeah. Y-You know, the heart-to-heart.”

El only stared in confusion.

“He never talked to you, did he?” At the girl’s head shake, Joyce scoffed. Hopper always did like things his way. God forbid, she ever tried showing him the way.

“Can I read?”

Eleven figured she would have to be alone for this. So, she found herself laying on the carpeted floor of her old-new room. She took a deep breath to prepare herself before unfolding the notebook paper. The speech started off in blue ink with encouraging notes written to the side. The last thing in blue ink was a note in parenthesis reading, ‘LISTEN - remember to BREATHE’. The blue pen was obviously Joyce’s handwriting.

Under it was Hopper’s handwriting written in black ink, his words taking up the rest of the page and the back of it.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you both about. I know this is a difficult conversation, but I care about you both very much. And I know that you care about each other very much. And that’s why it’s important that we set these boundaries moving forward, so we can build an environment where we all feel comfortable, trusted, and open to sharing our feelings.”

(LISTEN - remember to BREATHE)

“Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long, I’d forgotten what those even were. I’d been stuck in one place, in a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then, I left some Eggos out in the woods, and you came into my life and… for the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But lately, I guess I’ve been feeling… distant from you. Like you’re… you’re pulling away from me or something.

“I miss playing board games every night, making triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, watching westerns together before we doze off. But I know you’re getting older. Growing. Changing. And I guess… if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. So, I think maybe that’s why I came in here, to try to maybe… stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that’s naive. It’s just… not how life works. It’s moving. Always moving, whether you like it or not. And, yeah, sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes it’s sad. And sometimes… it’s surprising. Happy.

“So, you know what? Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from them, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.

“But please, if you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.”

Eleven couldn’t help the laugh that burst from her, a sniffle and then a sob following. She dropped her head as she let the tears consume her. This was what Hopper had been trying to tell her and Mike. And they had laughed in his face. He was struggling to open up and they had laughed. What she would give to turn back the time and listen to him. To let him think his words over. To let him understand.

She lifted her head when she heard knocking on the open door, seeing Joyce standing there with a saddened look. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She squeaked out past her sobs, wiping her face clean. “Time to go?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…”

Alone again, El inhaled and exhaled deeply until her breathing was controlled. She clasped the folded note in her hands and nodded once. Glancing down at her wrist, she gently smiled at the people she wore. The blue hair tie Hopper’s late daughter used to wear, and the beaded bracelet with Doc’s name on it. She softly smiled at them, at her father and her sister. As long as she had their memories, they were never really gone.

Joyce was the last person in the house. The truck had been loaded and now everyone stood in the front yard, unknowing of what to do. She stopped in the door and took one look at her home. It hadn’t been this empty since before she first moved in. So much of her life occurred in this home. She was a married woman, a mother of two, then a divorced woman, a bereaved mother of one, then a mother of two again. So many smiles and laughs and breakdowns and heartaches happened within these four walls. So many Thanksgivings and Christmases and birthday parties under this roof. Change was necessary, yes, and she had high hopes for her new life…

But it didn’t hurt any less to walk away from this life she had always known. Inhaling the bitter and then exhaling the sweet, she walked outside, closing the door behind her.

Once Joyce was outside, everything started to sink in. It was truly goodbye. It was time. Will was the first to move, crashing into Lucas for a hug. The group then erupted into tearful goodbyes and crushing embraces. Joyce had given hers as well, but there was a point where she had to walk off and only watch from the side, unable to stay strong. When there was nothing left to say and no one left to hug, Joyce and El hopped into the truck while Jonathan and Will got into the car.

The driveway didn’t feel right to even stand in anymore. Without the Byers there, they stood in an empty space that wasn’t meant for them. But the remaining group didn’t bother moving as they watched the two vehicles grow smaller and smaller the farther they drove.

It was silent when Nancy departed in her mother’s car. And only short sentences were exchanged when the kids straddled their bikes and pedaled off. Mike took one look back at the house, and he saw a much smaller version of himself shyly knocking on the front door, hoping to spend some time with his brand new friend, William Byers.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned back around and followed his friends down the driveway and away from the life they had always known, and towards a new one they had to adjust to.

Max sat upon Billy’s bed, staring thoughtfully out of his window.

Erica smiled down at the Dungeons and Dragons manual given to her by Lucas and Dustin.

Sheriece sat on the steps of her porch, her hand weakly clasped with Dustin’s as she tiredly rested her head on his shoulder.

Mike hugged his sobbing mother tight in his late sister’s room, trying not to burst into tears when he caught sight of the roller skates next to the closet.

And despite the hurt and the tearshed, the world kept turning.

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Dreams of You - 27

Crap!

Chat growled, clenching his teeth as his body slammed into an invisible wall.

Annoying!

This was getting very annoying.

Not that Nino’s contraptions were indestructible—Chat’s cataclysm could break through anything—but his dear best friend had been increasingly creative with the way he used his newfound powers. Gone were simple green spheres, easily noticeable and fragile. These days, Nino was building invisible labyrinths and human-sized traps, very hard to notice and quite painful to slam against. This invisible wall was the third one Chat had smacked his face into in the past hour.

And today, of all days!

Marinette would kill him if he were to show up with bruises on his face.

"Did I finally catch the cat?" Carapace’s voice neared from behind bushes.

Chat cursed under his breath and called for his cataclysm. His friend might have gotten harder to fight against, but the day Carapace would finally best Chat Noir had yet to arrive. The coveted croissant would be Chat’s again today.

Like always.

The glass-like box shuttered under his touch; Chat vanished from view before his opponent could make a step into the clearing.

He was very close.

So close he could practically taste the pastry. Perhaps because it was Marinette who’d created it? Her croissants were superior even to Tom’s.

"Got you!" A few transparent disks ripped into a nearby tree.

Chat slid behind another one and stilled in his place. He glanced around, his eyes zeroing in on a few trees standing in a circle nearby. If his calculations were right, Carapace should be there in a few moments. He moved towards them, careful not to breathe too loudly.

His opponent didn't leave him waiting for long. Dressed in green camouflage, his head covered with a hood and his eyes with specialized goggles, Carapace walked slowly along his route. His eyes shifted between the bushes ahead and some gadget in his hand.

"I know you’re here, Chat." He stopped right where Chat wanted him, scanning his surroundings. "Stealth isn’t my greatest suit, but I can and will cage you the moment you as much as squeak. You know that, right?"

"Good thing cats don’t squeak!" Chat smirked and ran around the circle, destroying the bases of the trees in a way that sent them toppling over Carapace before he could lift a finger.

"Shit! Shelter!" Carapace yelled, barely protecting himself with his shield before the trunks enclosed him in a trap.

"Adrien! A little warning next time?"

"And let you win?" Chat raised an eyebrow. "It’s my fiancée’s croissants we’re talking about. Do you really think I’ll share?"

"That’s if you get them." Carapace looked anything but defeated.

"Don’t see why I won’t, now that you’re trapped. Good luck getting out of this."

Chat sprinted ahead with a smile on his face. Marinette’s croissants were just up ahead. His feline sense of smell was yet to betray him… and it was telling him that those croissants weren’t alone at the moment. Chat’s grin widened. He sprinted faster.

"Hello, Kitty."

His beautiful bride stood right beside the plate of mouth-watering croissants inside of some kind of force field dome, no doubt created by Nino, smiling at him.

"My Lady." He readied the cataclysm. "How nice of you to join me this fine morning. You look absolutely lovely, may I add?"

Her smile was teasing and so delicious it rivalled the croissants. "Going to bed at a decent hour is my secret. You can thank my maid of honour for that."

"The one who kicked me out of your room yesterday? All I wanted was a goodnight kiss."

Ladybug snickered. "And you got them. Multiple, may I add. No need to pout."

"I got only three." Chat pressed his cataclysm to the dome. "It was nowhere near—"

Huh?

It didn't budge.

It didn’t even flicker.

Chat blinked, staring at his hand. The ultimate destruction he wielded had failed, for the first time in his life.

"You asked for one kiss." Ladybug smirked at him from the inside. "You got three. The way I see it, Alya should've kicked you out two kisses earlier."

"I would have believed you if I didn’t see how disappointed you were about my departure." Chat summoned another cataclysm and pressed it to the dome again.

Nothing.

He repeated the action.

Nitz.

Nada.

Zero reactions.

"I wouldn’t call it a dis—"

"What the fudge?" Chat stared at his hands. "Plagg, did you die on me or something?"

Ladybug snickered, trying and failing to suppress a grin.

Chat looked at her, summoning two cataclysms, one to each hand. "I’m not sure what’s going on, but somehow, I feel this is revenge."

She grinned wider, her eyes sparkling as she reached for a croissant and tore it into two pieces. "It absolutely is."

Neither of the cataclysms worked. Chat tried another ten. Ladybug was finishing her first croissant by the time he was done.

"Okay, spill." He finally gave up. "How does this work?"

"How did you manage to find all five wedding dresses I created?" Ladybug retaliated.

"Princess, I've spent a lifetime sneaking around this palace. And with Nino's cloaking devices, it wasn't that hard."

"Lies. All the dresses were hidden in different places. Two of them were never left alone. You still stole a peek at each one of them. How?"

Chat smirked. "You underestimate Alya’s curiosity and my ability to create a diversion."

Ladybug frowned. "She said she didn’t leave the room once."

"I didn't need her to leave the room. I only needed something to catch her attention long enough for me to sneak into the room and then out. Again, cloaked with Nino's little gift."

Ladybug grabbed another croissant and bit into it. "You do realize I can call off the wedding if I don’t have a dress to wear and I am not wearing the ones you’ve seen."

Chat leaned toward the dome, his best kitten eyes focused on the woman inside. "So I win?"

She pressed her lips together, glaring at him.

Chat couldn’t help a chuckle. "Don’t tell me you regret challenging me?"

A little game of tease she'd proposed to keep things interesting and break the tedious routine of a royal couple they had to lead. The rules were simple: if Adrien were to steal a peek at her wedding dress before the ceremony, he'd take her away to a secluded, tropical island for their honeymoon. They would spend at least a month there, eating nothing but fruit. But if he were to fail, Marinette would be the one choosing their honeymoon destination. A Tibetan temple she had found out about from an old manuscript in Shanghai a few weeks ago, the last destination of their year-long worldwide trip, was at the top of her list.

"I still have time," Marinette finally spoke, glancing away. "Unlike you."

"What do—"

"I have to give it to you—" Carapace walked into the clearing from the other side, "The whole Lila mess taught you something useful after all."

"Yeah?" Chat cocked his head to the side. "And what’s that?"

"Offence," Carapace said, walking closer. "You don't just rely on your speed and stealth to avoid danger anymore. You attack. That's good. Though I'm not sure how you can overcome this last obstacle." Stopping by the dome Ladybug and the two remaining croissants were in, Carapace grinned, giving Chat a triumphant look. "I told you I'll find a way to beat you one day, didn't I? This is it. Good luck."

Chat looked at Ladybug and back at his friend. "Are you really going to use my only weakness against me?"

"Your weakness is quite strong," Carapace said, touching the dome in awe. "And smart. Marvellous job, Ladybug."

"Thank you. And thank you for the lessons. I wouldn't be able to do this without you teaching me." The moment her gaze returned to Chat Noir, it sparked with a challenge as she reached for another croissant. "Are you coming in, Chaton? Or am I finishing these off by myself?"

Chat summoned one more cataclysm, only for it to fail miserably against whatever force field the dome was made of. "Can you at least tell me why my destruction doesn't work?"

Ladybug shrugged. "It works quite well."

The corners of Carapace's lips curled in a smirk. "She just keeps recreating the force field at such a speed you can't even see that. The moment you destroy one, it's being replaced by another."

"Come on, really?" Chat stared at Nino, shifting his gaze to Ladybug. "No, really?"

"And remember, you can’t finish this training until you’ve got your paws on one of those croissants."

"And I guess my fiancée eating them is part of the plan?"

Carapace chuckled. "Absolutely. A timer, of sorts."

There was a single croissant left on the plate. His Lady was slowly finishing the one she had in her hands, savouring every bite as she watched him with those big beautiful eyes of hers.

Chat tried another cataclysm.

Not a scratch.

Just as he’d already suspected would happen.

Not a problem. Because, thankfully, physical strength and magical abilities weren’t the only ones in his arsenal.

Stepping closer, Chat placed his hand on the barrier. "Princess? My Lady. The love of my life. Is there anything your heart desires more than that last croissant?"

Ladybug cocked an eyebrow, answering without a second thought. "I have everything I could ever wish for. My parents' bakery is located in one of Paris' best districts and doing great. I'm enrolled at ESMOD and already got an apprenticeship at the fashion house of my dreams. My best friend is well on her path to becoming the best investigative journalist in the country. I'm even engaged to 'one of the most eligible bachelors in Europe'. Not to mention I can create anything I desire out of thin air. What more can I wish for?"

She pushed the last piece of her croissant into her mouth, reaching for the last piece of pastry on the plate.

Carapace chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I should’ve brought some popcorn."

Ladybug perked. "Want some?"

"Sure."

A decently sized bag of popcorn plopped into Carapace’s hands.

"Extra butter. Just as you like it."

"Thanks." Carapace saluted and dug in.

Chat wanted to rip his hair out. He had to think fast! If he were to lose this now, he'd have to start all over again and today of all days, he didn't want to do it.

"I’ll give up my hard-won right to choose our honeymoon destination," he offered.

Ladybug looked almost offended. "You haven’t won yet."

"I’ve already seen the dress this morning. The one with pink accents."

She gasped. "When?"

"After you left for training."

"That’s impossible. I left Maman and Alya there."

Chat took out his baton and scrolled to the picture of his photobombing a gorgeous wedding gown Marinette had created. The sixth wedding gown she created. Alya and Sabine were looking out the window in the background.

"But—when—How???" Ladybug huffed.

"I have my ways. And I can do this forever." He grinned, leaning closer. "So, let’s make a deal: you hand me this petty victory, we avoid going through a second round of training today as a bonus, and I’ll hand you the victory in our own challenge."

Ladybug pursed her lips, shifting her eyes to Carapace. "You won’t make us do this all over again today?"

Carapace gave her an apologetic smile. "I take my job seriously, and the rules are clear: he fails to eat the croissant, he has to do it all again. And since today you’re helping me, I’ll ask you to stay a little longer as well."

Ladybug frowned and looked back at Chat.

He mustered a smoulder. "So what do you say? Would it be so crazy to give up this miserly croissant for the right to choose our honeymoon destination? I’ll even send Tom and Sabine on a vacation as well. You know how much they’ve missed the ocean. They could be somewhere tropical really soon. Or in Shanghai, meeting all the relatives they haven’t seen in years. I might even do both: tropical and Shanghai."

"You drive a hard bargain." A corner of her lips curled.

"I’ve been taught the art of negotiations. And I know how much you love your parents."

"That’s cheating."

"Not if we all benefit."

She chewed on her lip, glancing at the sole remaining croissant in her hand. "No complaints about where we'll go?"

Chat raised his hand. "Not even a peep."

That temple was on his list of places to visit soon, anyway. Why would he protest?

Ladybug hesitated for only a moment more, then smiled and dropped the force shield. "We’re going to Tibet. That place has to have some information on how to set the kwamis free. And before you say anything, I know our honeymoon should be about us getting closer and relaxing somewhere nice, but we’ve been doing that for the whole last year, travelling the world and—"

Chat wrapped his arms around Ladybug, silencing her with a kiss.

His precious lady. The love of his life. She felt divine in his arms. A tiny figure, but insanely strong. Beautiful inside and out. So talented and clever, she could replace him as the head of the state in no time.

He couldn’t care less. As long as she would still be by his side. As long as he could kiss her senseless—

"Ahem." A rude clearing of the throat ripped through their blissful bubble. "Other people are still present in the room. Just saying."

Chat placed one more kiss on Ladybug's lips, then added one more to her nose. Then, brought her hand with the croissant in it to his mouth and bit into the pastry, glancing at Carapace. "Does this count?"

Carapace nodded, laughing. "Sure. All’s fair in love and war. I’ll see you guys soon. Don’t be late!" He turned around and walked away.

Chat returned his attention to his fiancée.

She cradled his jaw in her hands and brought him in for another kiss. "Good job. I’m very proud of you."

"That’s my line. You’ve defeated me."

"I drew a tie. That is until you did that sweet talk thing you do."

"You love it when I do that."

She brushed her lips against his again, her breath hot on his mouth. "Yeah, I do."

Chat pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

She let him. For a few moments. Then, slightly pushed away. "We need to go."

Chat closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse and low. "Do we?"

"We do if you don’t want to disappoint your parents and half of the country."

"Only half?"

The sound of her giggle filled the space. A feather-light breeze glided against his skin, melting his bruises away with every sound that escaped her lips.

"Alight, alright," Ladybug offered with a smile. "The entire country can't wait to see their mysterious prince finally go public and on his wedding day, no less. Nervous?"

"Why would I be?" He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her shoulder. "You'll be by my side."

***

"We have to redo the dress!"

"What?" Alya jumped out of her chair. "Why? I swear, he didn’t—"

"He did." Marinette walked to the mannequin dressed in her wedding gown. It wasn’t the best of her designs—the best, she’d saved for the grand finale—but it was decent enough to feel sad she wouldn’t be wearing it down the aisle. Even if only momentarily.

"Marinette, I swear, he didn’t—"

"He showed me a picture, with you and Maman looking out of the window in the background."

"That’s impossible." Alya blinked, then frowned. "There was some commotion—wait! It still makes no sense. We looked out there for only a few moments. He couldn’t have slipped in and out that fast. Unless he can now walk through walls…"

A corner of Marinette's mouth tugged in a smile. "No, no walking through walls yet, but Adrien is great at stealth and has years of practice at sneaking out around the palace."

"And now, because of him, you have to redo your dress again, right?"

"For the seventh time."

Alya pressed her lips together. "That pesky cat! I’ve had it with him! This challenge is ridiculous and completely unnecessary. We don’t have time for this. You have more important things to do than keep creating wedding dresses because someone is a literal cat and can get in and out of places undetected! Why did you even agree to this?"

Marinette suppressed a giggle. "Alya, I was the one who proposed this challenge, did you forget?"

Alya huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "He could’ve been nicer and let you win."

"And where is the fun in that?"

"Still—"

Marinette laughed, pulling Alya into a hug. "Come on, Als. This is fun! And you’ll see, I’ll win no matter what!"

Alya rolled her eyes, giving Marinette an exhausted look. "I don’t know what kinks you two picked up on your world trip but, please, leave me out of it from now on."

"Weren’t you the one who volunteered to safeguard my dresses yourself?"

If glares could kill, Alya would be a maid of honour without a bride today. Marinette laughed harder and tightened her hold on her best friend. "Thanks for helping me out, Als. You’re the best."

"I guess—"

"Alya!" Tikki flew out of Marinette’s hair and squeezed in between the two of them. "How is Paris’ most promising new investigative journalist’ this morning?"

Alya blinked, then a corner of her lips tingled in a smile. She pulled away from Marinette to pat Tikki’s little head. "You’re as sweet as the cookies you devour, you know that, right?"

Tikki grinned innocently, batting her big blue eyes at Alya. "Thank you."

"I brought you your favourites." Alya nodded toward the side table beside the wall. "Enjoy."

"You are the best!" Tikki grinned wider, flew to the plate of sweets, and without a second thought, stuffed a cookie the size of her head inside her mouth.

Alya’s attention returned to Marinette as she stepped away and placed her arms on her hips. "Back to you, Your Almost Highness. Now that you’re done with your ‘morning exercise’—"

"Is that what we’re calling it now?"

Alya threw her arms up. "If I want to save myself some sanity, I will not question why my fiancé forced both the groom and the bride into training first thing in the morning on the day of their wedding, so yes! We’re calling it ‘morning exercise’! Understood?"

"Yes, ma’am!" Marinette laughed. "But just in case you’re curious, Nino said that showing Adrien my progress was the best wedding gift he could’ve given him. Plus, something about his oath to beat him one day."

"Of course, it's about some stupid bet again. What else could it have been about?"

"But!" Marinette raised a finger. "To be fair, he spared us the full extent of his training for today. I didn’t even break a sweat."

"You’re still taking a shower," Alya grumbled. "Now, preferably. We have only a few hours left, so let’s get going. I’ll get you breakfast and the make-up team."

"Yes, ma’am!" Marinette saluted and headed to her bathroom. "By the way, where are Maman and Emilie?"

"The Queen said she had to see Adrien for a few minutes. Your mother went to save your father from some kind of emergency. I was told she should be back soon."

"Want to bet it’s his tie again?"

"Or his moustache."

Marinette giggled. Her father was a bit of an over-thinker and had an awfully clumsy set of hands on his chunky frame. If not for his wife, he’d be lost in quite a few areas of his life.

"Stop stalling, M!" Alya said, heading for the door. "I want you out in less than fifteen minutes. The time has started."

Marinette laughed and closed the door behind her. By the time she was done with her shower, she could already hear her mother and Emilie’s voices in the room, gushing about the wedding dress Marinette now couldn’t wear. Not that she had seriously ever considered that. Even so, it was a beautiful gown. One of the best she had yet created.

***

"You’re all alone? Where is everybody?"

Adrien couldn’t help a smile, turning to greet his mother. "Nino went to check up on something. Tom was called by Nathalie. Father welcoming the dignitaries."

"Oh, right." His mother walked closer to stand before him. "I should probably get there as well, but not before I tell you—" She paused, her eyes shining, filled with excitement. "You do not know what awaits you, darling. She’s beyond beautiful. A true queen. Please don’t forget to breathe when you see her."

"So you keep reminding me ever since we’ve come back." Adrien chuckled. He couldn’t blame his mother, though: he might be a mighty Chat Noir, but even he had to admit that when it came to Marinette, he was nothing but a lovesick puppy.

His mother smiled and reached for his tie and the lapels of his tuxedo, fixing them in place. "Look at you. All grown up and about to marry your Ladybug. Though, if I’m honest, I was surprised you came back from your trip still engaged. Somehow, I was sure you’d convince Marinette to elope."

"Oh, he considered that." Plagg smirked from the platter of cheese on a nearby desk.

Adrien quirked an eyebrow. "Only because you planted the idea in my head. But as I said, Marinette deserves more than a rushed ceremony with no one but us attending. She deserves as lavish a wedding as I can give her."

Her mother reached to fix his hair, her gaze gentle and warm. "You did fantastically."

"My Queen?" His father slipped into the room, prim and proper as ever. "It’s time to go." Shifting his gaze to Adrien, he slightly nodded. "Good luck out there. Don’t be nervous. Everything will be alright."

"Thanks." A corner of Adrien's lips slightly curved. His father still struggled with being affectionate, but there was progress. Mostly because of Marinette and her parents' influence.

"We’ll be up front to the right," Emilie said, reaching for her husband’s hand. "Good luck, sweetheart."

"Thank you."

Adrien couldn't stop smiling, watching his parents leave the room hand in hand. In a way, it felt almost surreal to have his mother back with them, healthy and bursting with life as always. Yet, on the other hand, it felt like nothing had ever happened. Like her miraculous was never stolen, like she had never been in a coma for months, like Lila and all the mess she'd caused had never existed… speaking of which!

Adrien grabbed his cell phone and opened his messages. Today was the day! He should've at least gotten a message from—

"Adrien?" Nino peeked into the room. "You up for one more guest before we’ll have to go out?"

"Of course, he’s up for seeing me." Félix walked into the room with a smirk on his face. "Otherwise, why would he invite me to his wedding the day I’m getting released?"

"Félix!" Adrien grinned, giving his cousin a hug. "So happy to see you made it."

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world," Felix said, returning Adrien’s hug. Then he pulled Adrien away by his shoulders. "Mostly for the food, of course. I know you arranged better than an average meal plan for me at the prison—for which I’m infinitely grateful—but I miss a proper tea set and caviar."

"We’ve got those especially for you," Nino said.

"Thanks." Felix nodded, turning back to Adrien. "Now, be honest: who did you bribe to get me off so easily, and how much do I owe you?"

Adrien’s lips stretched in a grin. "I do not know what you’re talking about."

"Right," Félix deadpanned. "Lila got a life sentence in the strictest of prisons without a chance for parole for trying to overthrow the royal family, almost causing the Queen her life, not to mention attempting to control the King and almost killing the Crown Prince and his intended. I got a year and a half of imprisonment for my part in that ploy in one of the nicest prisons in the country. Pretty sure the size of that bribe was astronomical, and I'm now your slave until my last breath."

Nino snickered. "You can rest easy."

Plagg cackled. "Yeah. Easy."

Adrien chuckled and winked. "You don’t owe us anything, so don’t worry about it."

Felix glanced between the three of them. "You definitely did something, didn’t you?"

"All we did was to present the evidence of your innocence to the judge privately," Adrien said, putting his hand on Felix’s shoulder. "So don’t worry about it. You were tricked and controlled, and you still played a key role in us winning that fight. How could I let you rot in the prison?"

"But since we couldn’t exactly tell the judge that magic was involved," Nino added. "We—"

"We had fun!" Plagg laughed. "That judge will remember you forever!"

Felix groaned, pitching the bridge of his nose. "What did the three of you do?"

"The four of us," Nino proudly grinned, opening up his jacket and revealing a small turtle kwami sleeping in his inner pocket. "Meet Wayzz. He likes to sleep for a few hours after training."

"Your Highness?" His father’s secretary peeked into the room. "Everything’s ready. It’s time to go."

Three men in the room nodded and straightened simultaneously.

"Let’s go get you hitched." Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. "You’ve waited long enough for this."

Felix smirked, huffing as they headed for the door. "Not as long as I have for some proper tea."

***

"Are you ready?" Her father offered her his elbow to wrap her hand around.

"I’ve been ready for a long time now," Marinette responded with a smile. She had been. Especially since her dream memories were unlocked.

"Which is why I was surprised you two came back from your trip without eloping." Tom chuckled.

"And rob our mothers of the perfect wedding they've been planning for this entire year?" Marinette raised an eyebrow. "I wish to live, Papa. I have dreams and goals to fulfil, not to mention three names ready for your grandkids I'm yet to bear."

The power of Tom’s smile lit up the room. "Little princes and princesses. My grandkids will be the most wonderful little people in the country. I will spoil them—"

Marinette smiled and tuned out her father’s excited babbling. He always got like this when possible grandkids were mentioned, and Marinette would be lying if she’d said she didn’t enjoy teasing her father from time to time. And while kids were certainly in their future, she and Adrien had a few things to tackle first. Things like visiting the ancient Tibetan temple they’d recently learned about to search for any clues that might aid them in their mission to free the kwamis.

"Get ready." Alya poked her side. "The music’s about to start. I’m sending the flower girl in first, then the ring bearer, me, and then you. Okay?"

Marinette nodded, taking a breath and one more look at her maid of honour and the pair of cute little kids in front of them: a flower girl and a ring bearer. She hoped her future children would be just as adorable. Though, with Adrien as their father, they might just be even more beautiful.

"You’ll always be my little princess," her father whispered, proudly beaming at her.

"Always." Marinette smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her Papa's cheek.

The door in front of them opened.

Music and brilliant light spilled from inside the venue. The smell of flowers floated past her.

The little girl went in first. Their ring bearer followed her right after. Then Alya slowly walked down the aisle. A few moments later, Marinette breathed in and took a step, with a smile on her lips and an idea in her head.

***

His Princess.

His Lady.

His Marinette.

She was always beautiful, be it in an intricate ballgown or in her training gear. The blue of her eyes, the softness of her smile, even the crease between her eyebrows when she was mad at him—he loved it all. Her sleepy expression had a special place in his heart. Watching her gaze at a sunset never failed to make his heart skip a beat. The sparkle in her eyes when she'd gotten an idea or thought of a new design was one of his favourite sights to behold.

She was always beautiful. Adrien knew that.

This, however, was a vision Adrien couldn’t have been prepared for even if he’d tried.

She was walking—no; she was floating down the aisle with her father by her side. Her hair was impeccable, and her make-up perfectly complimented her beauty, but it was her dress that took his breath away.

Her wedding gown was changing as she walked.

To an untrained eye, it might have looked like a masterful trick of the designer, but Adrien knew better—Marinette was creating her dress on the go. With each step, the skirt of her gown was gaining layers upon layers of shimmering chiffon, adorned by a string of the finest of flowers at the bottom. Made of the most delicate of lace, the sleeves of her dress gradually, almost undetected to the eyes, wrapped tightly around her arms. The bodice gained embellishments that slowly spilled onto the skirt. The neckline changed its form behind her bouquet, slowly curving and opening up, stopping just at the right place to still be covering enough for a royal wedding but teasing the groom, nonetheless. Her veil seemed to grow longer as well as it spilled behind her, held only by a diamond tiara the Queen had gifted Marinette with.

The entire outfit shimmered and glowed. Like a delicate flower covered in morning dew. Or the tender feeling of a new love. Like the magic of creation she wielded in her hands.

Adrien swallowed. Hard.

He never stood a chance of winning their little bet. Somehow, it didn’t surprise or upset him. Over the last year, his Lady's handle on her magic improved so much she could kick his rear with ease. She created things on the fly without a second thought now. Could heal chronic diseases with a simple touch. She'd come a long way from croissants and chips, and she'd brought him along in her growth.

Her unbound kindness and unconditional love had set him free. From his father's control. His imprisonment at the palace. His own guilt and regrets that Lila's incident left him with. With Marinette by his side, Adrien knew he could do anything he set his mind to, and right now, he had to get through this wedding without bursting into tears of joy and happiness or stealing his bride away somewhere private or clinging to her like she was his everything, until the last of the guests would leave…

Well, maybe he could allow that last one bit a little. Only because she was so incredibly beautiful today, and he loved her more than life itself and he’d do it just a tiny bit, and only until she’d tell him to stop. Then he’d compose himself and behave. But until then…

He took a deep breath and took a few steps toward the pair. When Tom stopped, Adrien slightly bowed, unable to take his eyes off Marinette. Was he even breathing? His heart was certainly all over the place.

"Take good care of her," Tom said quietly, his voice faltering.

Adrien nodded and offered his hand to his bride. "I’ll protect her with my life."

Her smile bloomed, lighting up the venue and setting off the butterflies in his stomach. She stood on her tiptoes and gave her father a kiss on the cheek; then placed her hand into Adrien's. "And I you with mine."

He couldn’t help leaning forward and kissing his bride in front of everyone before the minister could say a single word.

Unorthodox. He didn’t care.

They weren’t a regular couple by any means.

From sharing their dreams to falling in love with each other twice. From having magic inside them to fighting for their lives against the villains. Their lives were anything but ordinary and if Adrien wanted to kiss his bride before any I Do-s were said, who could tell him he couldn’t do that?

Everyone present seemed to agree as the audience erupted in applause and shouts. There were whistles and giggling. Someone was taking pictures. It all didn’t matter because once Adrien pulled away, Marinette’s dazzled look was everything.

"I love you," she whispered, cupping his cheek.

"I love you too," Adrien echoed, taking her hand and leading her up to the altar to make promises of loving and cherishing each other, for better or for worse, in riches or in poverty, in sickness and in health, in all of their crazy adventures, in everything that was to come their way.

In this reality, and in their dreams.

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The Basement part 2

Hello my lovies!! Part 2 of the basement scene, this is part three for rainstorms and hate sex, im know there will be a few unanswered questions.

as per my usual. i do not give permission to copy my work or use my work in anyway without permission. so help me if you do, i will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Trigger Warnings: Clausterphobia, small spaces, foul language, 18+ highly reccomended.

Word count: 6.4K

Fuck. My phone’s battery is about one percent. Still, it’s better than the alternative. I tense as I step past Baron, sure he’s going to grab me. He lets me pass, but Duke reaches out and pinches my tit. Okay, talking shit is one thing, and his rape jokes are bad enough, but now he laid a hand on me. “Oh, you want to get physical?” I ask, my hands balling into fists. “Yeah,” he says with a sloppy grin. “That’s right, baby. Let me taste that sweet cherry pie.” I swing, and he doesn’t even duck. It’s a beautiful right hook that meets his temple with the aim of a fucking archer. He crumples to the floor in a heap, and I jump back, fists raised and adrenaline pumping through me, ready for Baron to come at me.

“You gonna come get yours?” I ask. He just shakes his head. “I’ve felt your fists. Besides, I’m more into the challenge than taking what I can by brute force.” I didn't trust him for a second, so I went back into the next room. It’s dark in there, since this is the only flashlight. I swallow hard, wiping my hands on my jeans, and feel my way to the dirt tunnel. It’s chilly in the basement, and my clothes are still damp from the rain. At least, I tell myself that’s why I start shivering the second my shins are on the cold dirt floor of the tunnel. I force myself onwards, my heart thudding in my ears. To avoid thinking about the ceiling collapsing, I focus on the tunnel behind me, trying to hear if Baron’s coming in with me. Each scrape of my own knees on the floor makes me tremble. God, it’s so tight. My shoulders are pressed against the walls, and I wonder if maybe this tunnel doesn’t lead out at all. Maybe it leads to… Nothing.

I’ll be stuck in a dead end in the dark, waiting for Duke to come rape me and probably kill me. Because fuck if I’m just going to lie there and take it without fighting back. I’ve seen way too many movies where people go into a cave or a tunnel looking for escape and instead come upon a pile of skeletons left by all the other idiots who tried to escape before them. The ceiling of the tunnel brushes my back—or was it a bat?—and I think I’m going to be sick. I close my eyes and try to breathe, though it feels like there’s no oxygen in the tunnel. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve just basically buried myself alive. I press my palms to the cold dirt under them and think about the nights I spent locked in the closet at home. The hours I’d be in there, sometimes so long I wet myself before Mom dragged her hungover ass up and remembered where I was.

Then she’d rage at me and smack me around a little and tell me to clean myself up, that I was a disgusting pig. Or if she had a boyfriend over, she’d howl with laughter at my wet pants because she didn’t want men to see her pissed. A sense of humor is sexy, after all. No one likes an angry woman. I take another ragged breath, forcing it into the constricted airways to my panicked lungs. This is not that bad. And if I could clean up myself and the closet without crying back then, I sure as fuck won’t cry now. I didn’t freak out then, and I won’t freak out now. Once, she locked me in a cabinet because she said I’d lose my claustrophobia if I just faced it. I was curled up in a ball, with my knees to my chest, for hours. I have all the room in the world here. I could lie down flat and crawl on my stomach. I can roll over. I can move. I start forward again. After a time, I hear echoing scuffles high above. I reach up a tentative hand and can’t feel the ceiling. I climb to my knees, then my feet. Relief floods through me in a rush that brings tears to my eyes and a whoop of relief to my throat. Blinking back the wetness, I hold a hand in front of me and one on the wall, and I walk until the wall falls away. I turned on my phone for the last time. No skeletons. No cage with Mabel Darling being held captive like Gretel waiting for the witch to eat her. There are two tunnels off the side of a cavernous room. I continue straight ahead, and at the far side of the room, I find a door, just like Baron said. Heart galloping in my chest, I find the knob and twist. It doesn’t budge.

Fuck. I sink down on the floor, shaking with spent energy, the adrenaline leaving my limbs. My fingers are trembling and stiff with cold, but I try to pick the lock for a while, anyway. When I can’t, I consider sleeping here. At least I’m away from the guys. But it’s so fucking cold, and I’m shivering so hard I can’t possibly relax. My phone dies, and suddenly, the darkness seems close and oppressive and terrifying. Even though I wasn’t using the light, there was comfort in knowing it was an option if I needed it. Now, a drunk obnoxious Duke seems preferable to staying here alone, not knowing if someone will come through the door and who it might be. But going back to the twins means facing the tunnel again. I did it before, though. I can do it again. I know there are no forks until the tunnel opens up, which means I just have to find the tunnel in the dark and hope it’s the right one. It’s not too hard. I just have to go straight ahead. I gather all my courage and creep across the room in the dark. When I find the tunnel, I take a deep breath and barrel in. I don’t think, just charge through as fast as I can. Somehow, it doesn’t seem so bad on the way back. When I finally see a scant light ahead, my heart starts racing with relief. I burst out of the tunnel into the dirt room in the basement of the CIA office. The familiarity itself is a relief, and I can finally breathe easy. Duke is sitting up in a chair, a beer in one hand, his eyes unfocused and his jaw slack. A lump has already formed where I decked him. Baron sits on the stone slab, his phone sitting beside him with the light on.

“How was it?” he asks, holding up his beer. “Fuck you,” I say. “You knew it was locked.” “Faced your fears, though, didn’t you? One more Midnight Swan challenge down.” “Is that what this is?” I ask. “My initiation?” “Depends,” he says. “It could be.” “Bullshit. August said I could never join.” “August’s not the only Swan,” Baron counters. “He’s your leader.” “He’ll be done with you after tonight, and then he won’t care what happens to you. That’s how it works with him. When he’s done, you don’t exist to him anymore.” “Fine,” I say, planting my hands on my hips. “What do I need to do next?” “You tell me, Stalker Girl.” “Betray a friend for a Swan. See, that one might be hard, since I don’t have friends.” “Gloria’s a friend,” he says. “I’m a friend.”

“Are you, though?” He holds out a beer, the cap still on. “Have a beer. Relax. We’ll be here a while.” “I like to stay sharp.” “Me too,” he says, taking a drink from his beer. “But one beer won’t hurt.” I relent and take it. At least it might warm me up a little, and to be honest, I need to calm down and think this through. Like when they threw me in the dumpster with Colt, I’m attacking a big problem with a tiny knife. If I chill and wait it out, someone will come open the door. If this is some kind of hazing for the Midnight Swans, then I need to see what they want me to do. So, I sat down on the stone slab next to Baron. “What’s the last challenge?” I ask. “The gauntlet.” “For a girl?” he asks. “That means we sex you in.” I force myself to swallow my beer without reaction. “Who does?” “All of us.” I squeeze the cold bottle to keep my hands from shaking. “All the Swans?” “A gangbang, baby,” Duke slurs, holding up his beer. “And this has happened before?” I ask.

“No,” Baron says. “Because no chicks at this office would do it. But I bet you would.” “You bet wrong.” “Well, technically, the gauntlet only requires the participation of three Swans,” he says. “And you’ve already fucked August. So you're a third of the way there.” “This is your chance,” Duke says. “Three for three.” He leans forward in his chair, then tilts slowly until he topples out, as if in slow motion. It would be comical, but I’m a little worried he’s going to choke on his puke and die in his sleep. “He’s not wrong,” Baron says. Duke rolls onto his back on the floor. “Gonna rest my eyes,” he mumbles. “Then we’ll tag team her.” “My phone died,” I say after a minute, nodding at Baron’s light. “Want to call someone to let us out?” “No can do,” he says, taking a drink. “No service down here.” “Right.” We sip our beers in silence for a few minutes. Then Baron climbs off the rock and sits on the floor beside Duke. “My phone’s going to die if I don’t turn off the light,” he says. “We should all just get some sleep.”

“Why don’t I trust you in the dark?” “Because you’re paranoid and think everyone wants to fuck you.” “Says the guy who was just trying to get in my pants.” “That was me,” Duke says, not opening his eyes. “Come sit by us,” Baron says. “It’ll be warmer. I won’t mess with you.” “Fine,” I say, sliding off the stone and going to sit by them. Despite Duke’s usual drunken asshole behavior, they haven’t done anything. Baron’s right. They are my friends. We’ve been hanging out for a few months now. I sit with them every day at lunch, go to their games, and am part of their circle. It’s not like it was at the beginning of the year, before I was a Walker's girl. I’m under August’s protection now. They might want him to be done with me, might try to convince me it’s true. But I know different things, and they know it, too. He didn’t lock us down here. Baron did. Baron has the key. He wants August to dump me, but he won’t risk his brother’s rage by touching his plaything before August gives the okay. Baron turns off his light, and we both lie down. He turns toward me, and I tense, but he only lays an arm across me. “So, not into being a Swan if it means you have to work for it?” “Would you let three dudes fuck you to get in?” “Touché.”

For a while, none of us spoke. After a while, Baron sighs. “You know, this is where they kept August when he was kidnapped,” he says drowsily. A chill explodes over my skin, and I lose my breath for a second. “What?” “Not in the main room,” Baron says, petting my hair absently. “Back here, in the dirt like an animal.” “And he still comes down here?” I ask, remembering that weird encounter in the dark, when he brought me down here and started kissing me and said all those creepy things… It’s safe here, in the dark. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Suddenly, I’m dizzy with the realization of how sick this all is—him forcing girls down here to blow him, those things he said that probably some sicko said to him… “Are you kidding?” Duke asks. “Our brother’s not afraid of anything.”

I can hear the pride in his voice, and it’s sweet how much he thinks of his big brother. But it doesn’t change how fucked up this is. Maybe it was him that locked me in here with his brothers, knowing what they might do to me. “He’s the one who wanted to keep the Swans going after the office and the police shut them down,” Baron says. “He wanted to come down here when we all thought it was a bad idea. But he wanted to keep the meetings here.” “Why?” I ask, too terrified to even think about it.

“Probably to show how little it affects him,” Baron says. “To show the Darlings they didn’t win.” I’m not convinced. If anything, it shows me how much it still affects him. He can’t let it go, just like he can’t stop going to the bridge, where I’m pretty sure his sister died. Instead of avoiding everything, he revels in the pain of it like a masochist, never letting himself forget. He’s punishing himself, though I can’t begin to imagine what he thinks he did wrong in either instance. “He’s not going to let that shit own him,” Duke says. “He rules his past.” “Can I ask you something?” I say after a minute. “When he was kidnapped… Was he assaulted?” “Yeah,” Baron says. “They beat the fuck out of him. Like, half his teeth are implants. He had a concussion, but he wanted to go right back out on the field.” He sounds so proud, like that makes his brother a hero. My ribs ache at the thought of August needing to prove himself that badly. “Dad had to find a doctor who would sign off for him to play,” Duke says, laughing and then hiccupping. “He was so pissed the first one wouldn’t. I think he got him fired. Then he found a good one.” “Now they golf together,” Baron says with a chuckle. “You never know when you’ll need a medical professional. Helps to have all kinds in your pocket.”

A shiver rolls through me. I wonder how much of that fight was August’s, and how much was Mr. Dolce’s. This is how they took power. Paying off people to do what they want, bulldozing those who wouldn’t. Nothing stands in their way—like a father, like sons. Despite August’s resentment, they’re all on the same side, all in it together. August is eighteen. He doesn’t have to obey his father or even live there. He could stop going to Hockington if he wanted, but something keeps him going back. Is it the same thing that keeps him coming back here, some kind of penance? I clear my throat. “I meant, like, sexually assaulted.” “Dude, that’s fucked up,” Duke slurs. “August’s a man.” “Men get raped, too.” “August would never take it up the ass,” Baron says. “You really are sick, Jailbird” “Yeah,” Duke chimes in. “How could you ask that about a guy who’s fucking you? Does he seem gay to you?” “The ignorance of that statement is honestly astounding.” “Nothing like that happened,” Baron says flatly. “Old Man Darling brought him here, and he was beaten to within an inch of his life, had half his teeth knocked out, his skull fractured, ribs broken, shoulder dislocated… He

was starved and dehydrated and all kinds of shit. But don’t even think about anything perverted like that.” “Because none of that’s perverted,” I mutter. “Where’s my beer?” Duke asks. “Did they catch the guy?” I ask. “Sort of,” Baron says. “That whole investigation was botched from the start, though. The redneck cops around here don’t know how to deal with real problems.” Or maybe the problems weren’t as real as Baron thinks. Dixie told me that their own sister sent some letter saying it was all faked. But August couldn’t have faked that, could he? I mean, I guess he could have let someone beat him up and then say it was the Darlings, but damn. Those are some extreme lengths to go to just to frame someone. But then, August’s nothing if not extreme. And Dixie could be wrong. Maybe there was no letter, and if there was, maybe it wasn’t from Crystal at all but from a Darling trying to get the charges dropped. And here I am, helping them. “You found him here?” I ask, rubbing my arms, trying to get the goosebumps to go away.

“Has anyone seen my beer?” Duke asks, groping at me until I slap his hand away. His voice is slurred and sleepy, though, and I know we’re about to lose him for the night. “No one found him here,” Baron says. “Devlin’s dad put him in their attic to hide him until he died. But they found him before he did.” “Who found him?” “Crystal and Devlin.” I shudder harder. All I’ve ever heard from Colt and Dixie and even August is how great Crystal was—that everyone loved her, wanted her. She taught them so much. She was such a good, selfless person. But I haven’t heard this part. “After his dad tried to kill August, she still chose Devlin over him?” I ask. “Yeah,” Baron says. “August called her on it, too. He’s blunt as fuck. He thinks he did something wrong because of it, but she needed to hear it. And August’s never been afraid to hit those hard truths, y’know? He’ll say what everyone’s thinking, do the hard shit that no one else wants to do. He doesn’t let anything stand in his way. He gets shit done.” I can practically hear Baron and Duke both swelling with pride every time they talk about August. It’s clear they worship him. But that doesn’t mean they always agree with August. This is the first time I’ve heard anyone paint Crystal as anything less than a saint. I want to hear more, but I’m too fucking cold to ignore it. “Any chance someone left a jacket down here?” I ask. “Or a dry change of clothes?” Baron’s hand finds mine in the dark. “Damn, you are cold,” he says, sitting up. He moves around, and a second later, his warm hoodie envelopes me in its cozy fabric and the scent of him, like boys and faint cologne or deodorant. I pull it down over me and huddle into it with such gratitude I might be tempted to fuck him again if he asked. “Come here and put your head on me, and I’ll tell you both a bedtime story,” Baron says. “I’ve got an extra sucker you can eat while you listen. This is a little tale I like to call, The Fall of the Darlings. Don’t worry. It has a happy ending.”

I adjust my position so I’m lying perpendicular to Baron so I can rest my head on his stomach. It’s better than the cold floor. “Are you going to tell me about how August called your sister on choosing the Darlings over him, and she went ahead with it, anyway?” “Fucked up, right?” I can’t help but agree with him. Who would choose anyone over August? But then, that’s not fair. I’m just learning how crazy love makes a person. Who’s to say I wouldn’t sell out my own family for August? “Did his dad go to jail?” I ask, thinking of Mr. D, who wanted to live vicariously through my sex stories. No conjugal visits, apparently. “For a few months,” Baron says, pressing a sucker into my hand. “They charged him with conspiracy or intent or something along those lines. But his lawyer got him off. The legal system here is even more fucked up than New York. But we got justice.” I unwrap the sucker slowly in the dark. “You killed him?” “Nah,” Baron says. “August doesn’t believe in murder. He says death is easy. Life is suffering.” “So, he’s like an angry Buddha?” Baron chuckles. “Sure. If you die, your suffering ends. If you live, you can suffer for a long time.” “And you made him suffer?” “The whole family,” Baron says proudly.

“While Devlin’s dad was in jail, we made his mom play with us. That lasted a couple months, until she checked herself into Cedar Crest.” Even though people like me could never afford Cedar Crest, of course I’ve heard about the treatment facility. It’s one of the few local claims to fame, since celebrities hole up there for treatment on occasion. It’s basically a resort, or a psych hospital for the rich and famous. “Is she still there?” I ask, suddenly wondering if Mr. D is a man at all. “Nah, when Devlin’s dad got out of jail, he took her out and they moved away. Never even came back to see if they could salvage anything from the fire.” “That’s the house next door?” I ask. “Devlin’s house?” “Yep,” he says. “Such a tragedy it was lost in a fire.” I roll my eyes in the dark. “I’m sure you had nothing to do with that.” “Would we do something like that?” he asks, his tone filled with mock innocence. “You don’t know where he went?” “We know,” he says. “But they were gone from Faulkner, so we moved on. You know what was really fun, Harper?

Seeing their empire crumble as we dismantled it brick by brick.” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a sociopath?” “Aw, now, you like watching people, too, don’t you, Harper? Always nosing around our business, digging into August’s life. Trying to get him wrapped around your little finger. We’re not so different, you and me.” I shrug my shoulders against his side. “Maybe you’re right.” I’m not so sure, though. I don’t glory in people’s downfall. Or maybe I do. Before August meant something to me, I vowed to take them down. Not to take their throne, but just for the joy of watching them fall. Maybe I’m exactly like Baron, I just don’t hate the Walkers anymore. When they were my enemies, I wanted to watch them burn.

After a minute of sucking on our candy in silence, Baron shifts around to get comfortable and then goes on. “The grandfather Darling, John, had seven sons. All started with J. So we went through them all. After Devlin’s dad, Justin, there’s Joseph—Preston’s dad—and Jacob. That’s Colt and Mabel’s dad. Joseph went to prison for murder. That guy was definitely involved in August’s kidnapping. Get this. He’s such a dick that even Preston refused to be a character witness at his trial.” That’s the Darling I suspect is Mr. D. The one I’ve been feeding information to. I’ve thought of him as a friend before, but I know that’s an illusion created by my own lack. He’s not a friend. He’s a guy so evil his own son wouldn’t stand up for him. And I’ve been giving him information about a boy I love. It makes me feel sick and dirty in a way even his creepy sexual interest never has. Baron goes on when I don’t answer. “We fucked with Lindsey a little, but she was too easy, and then Preston threatened Gloria, so we moved on to Colt’s family. We had some fun with them.” I think of the missing finger on Colt’s hand, the burn scars. His dad’s missing finger, and his cane. Mabel is not just blowing out of town but changing her name so they can’t track her down. I swallow hard, wanting to hear the details I’ve been in the dark about for so long, but fuck. The blasé tone in Baron’s voice makes my skin crawl.

“And then there’s Jeremiah and Jedediah. Twins, actually. Jed had some kind of accident and died of blood loss. He had kids, but they’d already grown and moved away. Jeremiah has two kids. His son would have been a sophomore this year, but he disappeared mysteriously right before he would have started at Willow Heights. But he didn’t change his name, and see, I’m pretty good at finding people. We’ll be watching, and if he ever comes back, we’ll be ready. And then their daughter Magnolia will be a freshman next year. That’ll be fun.” “You don’t even know these people, and you’re literally torturing them until they die?” “They tortured August,” he says, as if that explains everything. “Some little twelve-year-old girl tortured August? Or, wait, she’d have been ten at the time?” “She’s a Darling,” he says. “They would have done the same to us. They tried. The difference is, wherever they tried, we succeeded.” “All because one of them dared to love your sister?” “They killed our sister,” he says, his voice hard. “There are two more Darling men, too. They were disowned by the grandfather and changed their names, but we found them. One of them had moved away, but one of them actually lived in the same trailer park where I believe you hail from. John Jr. I hear he was close with your mom a while back, maybe when you were really little?”

I don’t say anything to that. Lots of men have been close with my mom, and it’s not like I want to explain to Baron Dolce that my mom is a trailer park slut. “Never heard of him,” I say after a minute, because it feels like Baron’s expecting something. “Oh, well, I guess he OD’d, so he’s out of the picture, anyway.” “You literally studied Darling family history and found anyone with that name and just destroyed their lives?” “Not just their name,” he says. “Their blood. Blood makes family, not a name. A name is something you can hide behind or run from, but you can’t hide your DNA. Their blood is poison to this town. And poison has to be eliminated.” “That’s… Harsh.” “They started it.” I lie there not even sure what to say. I want to laugh at the ridiculous pettiness of his response. That’s all he has to say? They started it? That’s the excuse of a five-year-old on the playground. I’m pissed off for the Darlings and I barely know one of them. But shit. No wonder people say the Walkers are evil. They’re brutal as fuck, and Baron just sounds like he’s recounting a boring story about our grandparents when he talks. This isn’t something that happened to someone else, though. He and Duke and yes, August, did all this. Drove people to suicide. Had them imprisoned and committed to mental institutions. I shiver at the thought of what they would do if they found out I was reporting to someone about them. They’d fucking kill me is what. So I better get Mr. D what he wants and cut all ties, the sooner the better. “The Darlings started it by kidnapping August?” I ask, pulling the sucker from my mouth. “That, and stealing Crystal, and even before that, they fucked with our dad when he was in office here. Walkers never forget.” “Can I ask you something?” I say after thinking that over. “Why do you do anything your dad says? August’s 32, and you’re what? 26? You don’t have to do that.” “You wouldn’t understand,” he says. “You come from a fucked up family.” “And yours is so functional.” “Family is everything to the Walkers,” he says. “That’s what Crystal forgot.” “Damn,” I say. “That’s cold.” “It’s a fact,” he says. “People always say that—cold hard truth, cold hard facts. But facts aren’t cold anymore than they’re hot. They’re just facts.”

And that’s the cold part, I think to myself. This guy isn’t just cold, his heart is made of ice. August can make himself that way, but there’s some switch he flips inside to get there. But August feels. He feels a whole fucking lot, probably more than he wants to. Enough that he goes into that dead-eye mode to protect himself. Baron, though… Baron’s ice cold to the core. I remember thinking that about Mr. D, and I wonder yet again if I got it wrong, if it’s not a gross old guy but a hot young guy. “So, she forgot, and she died for it,” I say. “Is that what your dad says to get you to obey him? He threatens to kill you?” “Dad would never threaten us,” Baron says. “He used to use Crystal to get August to do what he wanted, though. But he’s not blunt like August. With Dad, it’s always a subtle suggestion, a gentle reminder of where we stand.” “You admire him,” I say. It’s laced through every word he speaks, in his tone of voice, as clear as his admiration for his brother. That makes him that much scarier. He’s so detached it’s unnatural and a little terrifying. How can that same boy be lying here stroking my hair and pillowing my head, giving me his sweatshirt when I’m cold and telling me I’m his friend? “He’s a self-made millionaire,” Baron says. “What’s not to admire?” The fact that he pimps out his own kids, first off.

I don’t say anything, though. I don’t know if their father does that or if it’s August’s doing. I don’t know if the twins know, or if they do it, too. And I’m not about to spill that kind of information to anyone, not even August’s brother, without knowing. “Duke’s passed out cold,” Baron says after a few minutes. “Guess we’re alone.” “Yeah,” I say, moving to sit up. Baron’s hand tightens in my hair, though, and he sits up, so my head is in his lap. “Stay,” he says. “Maybe now that we have a minute alone together…” “What?” I ask, turning toward him even though I can’t see him in the dark. “You’re going to hit on me?” “No one would know,” he says, his fingers gently stroking my hair. “I’d know,” I say. “You’d know.” “Just a little suck?” he asks, and a second later, he pushes himself against my face. I don’t know when he whipped his dick out, but it’s hard and hot and so shocking that for a second, I don’t move. Then reality kicks in and I scramble away. “What the fuck, Baron.” “You make me so hard,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw you going down on August. And listening to you lick that sucker… I know you feel it, too. You’re attracted to me.”

“Look, Baron,” I say. “Sure, I’ll admit you’re hot. Maybe if I wasn’t into your brother, I’d be into you. But I am, and I’m not.” “Just for a minute,” he says, his voice almost pleading. He takes my hand and gives it a little squeeze. “I just want to feel your mouth. I won’t even make you swallow.” He pulls my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his hard length. It throbs in my hand, and I gulp at the sensation. “No way.” I yank my hand back, my heart hammering. “You shouldn’t even be asking. The only way that’s happening is if you rape my face like your brother did.” “I’m not going to force you to do anything,” he says. “If I did, you’d tell August, and he’d kick my ass. But if you want to do it, no one will tell him. It’ll be just between us. Our little secret. Like what I told you here tonight. I trusted you. Don’t you trust me?” “It’s a little hard when you’re literally telling me to keep a secret from the guy I—the guy I’m seeing.” He’s quiet for a second, and I think he’s going to ask what I was about to say, if I was going to let slip the L-word. “Just this once?” he asks instead.

“Fuck you, Baron,” I say, getting up and feeling my way through the dark. I don’t know where I’m going, but I want to be further from him and his dick. My pulse is still stuttering, and I don’t like the uncertain feeling in my belly one bit. “I could make it worth your while,” he says. “I could make you a Swan.” “What?” “Just because you didn’t let us take turns with you, that doesn’t mean it couldn’t still count. If you fucked multiple Swans… You’d be sexed in.” “You said three of you.” “I bet I could convince Duke,” he says. “Maybe if you just gave him head, too… It’s not even sex. But we could tell them it was.” “And I’d be a Swan.” “Betray a friend for a Swan…” he says, quoting the challenges I read. “And I faced my fear in the passage?” “Didn’t you?” “So that would be all the challenges. And the gauntlet—blowing you and Duke—would get me in.” “Just like you wanted.” I think about that for a second. I could be on the inside. I’d give Mr. D everything he wanted.

. But I’d lose August, and somewhere along the way, he became more important. “I’ll pass,” I say. “I try not to go around trading sexual favors to get what I want.” “Not even when it’s what you want, too?” he asks, his voice closer than I expected. “Touch me, and you’ll see exactly how much I want it,” I say, dropping the sucker stem on the floor so my fists are ready. “And you’ll be pissing out a hole in the side of your dick for the rest of your life.” “Jesus,” he says. “You’re fucked up, you know that?” “You know what’s more fucked up? You continued to harass me when I said I wasn’t interested. I’m interested in August. That’s it. Not you, not Duke, not any of your other Swans.” “You’ll change your mind when you’re the meat in a twin sandwich,” he says. “But I’ll let you have it your way. For now.” “Gee, thanks for not raping me. Don’t let me forget to give you a gold star on our way out.” “I’d appreciate that.” I stalk over to the side of the room and find a chair. I curl up in it to wait for morning. Even with the hoodie, it’s so fucking cold I’m shivering, though.

“Come on, don’t sleep over there,” Baron says. “I put my dick away. Come over here by us. It’s too cold to sleep alone.” “I’d rather not get raped in my sleep.” “That’s not our style,” he says. “Though, if you have a kink about that, I have a friend who could help you out.” “No, thanks.” “For fuck’s sake, just relax,” he says. “I was just seeing if you wanted it bad enough. Obviously, you don’t. You’re not committed enough to be a Swan.” “And you’re not going to try to molest me in my sleep?” “What fun is that?” he asks. “If you don’t fight back, it’s not worth taking.” “You’re really selling this.” “Come on,” he says. “It’s cold down here, and you stole my hoodie, and I don’t want to snuggle my brother’s blacked-out ass. You’re going to freeze over there by yourself. I promise I won’t fuck with you anymore. I get it. You’re August’s, and until he’s done with you, you’re off limits.” “I’m sleeping with my pocketknife in my hand,” I say. “I’ll cut you if you grope me.” “Deal,” he says. “Now get over here and let us keep you warm.”

I make my way back over and slide down next to Duke. Baron scoots over and wraps an arm around me. I have to admit, it’s nice to feel them on either side of me, keeping me warm like he promised, instead of holding onto my pride and freezing my ass off in a chair. Still, I don’t sleep until I feel him relax, his breathing going deeper as he falls into sleep first. I blink awake when the electricity comes back on, the light on the ceiling flickering a few times before remaining on. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust and see August standing over us. I scramble up, my heart stampeding in my chest. My hands fly up as if to defend myself from the accusation in his eyes. “It’s not—we were just sleeping.” “Did you fuck them?” he asks quietly. “No,” I say, my hands falling to my sides. I remember Duke’s threat from last night. No matter what happened, there’s not a damn thing I can do to convince him if they say otherwise. “Not for lack of trying,” Duke says, stretching his arms over his head. Baron sits and picks up his glasses and my knife from the floor before standing. “Didn’t touch her,” he says. “We tried everything you said to.” I snatch my knife back and turn on August. “What the fuck? Is this some kind of game to you?”

He gives me a cool look. “You wanted to be a Swan. I just wanted to know how bad you wanted it.” “You were testing me? You really think I’d fuck your brothers? That’s not even part of the initiation, is it? You just wanted a reason to dump me.” “Hey, don’t be upset about it,” he says with a lazy smile. “You passed.” “You were never going to let me into the Swans, were you? This is all just a hilarious game to you, seeing what you can make me do.

Even if I passed every challenge, you’d never let me in your little, preppy boys club.” “And you should thank me for that,” he says quietly, his dark eyes going serious. “Fuck you, August,” I say, stomping past him and up the stairs. “Oh, I will,” he says behind me. “The only question is, should I let you cool down first or rage fuck you right now?” “Try it and see what happens,” I snap. It feels good to step into the library and slam the door in his face. I’m tired and sore from sleeping on the floor, not to mention I’m wearing the same clothes as yesterday but with the addition of a good amount of dirt. On top of that, I don’t even have my bag. But there’s only fifteen minutes until the morning meeting starts, which means I can’t go home without missing it. No matter what I said to Baron last night, I still fucking hate August half the time.

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