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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒

Sometimes love doesn't make sense.

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook, Pastel!Reader, opposites attract, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, suggestive flirting, adult themes but no smut, consensual hand holding

Length: ~4k

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"Uhm-" you wonder, stepping inside the store to be greeted by the guy you know as Jimin.

"Hi, my friend has an appointment?" you say, and the artist stands up and walks closer. Your friend stays close to you, buzzing with the excitement of getting her first tattoo ever- too shy to say anything.

When it comes to that, you're a little ahead of her. As long as the person isn't intimidating, you're fine talking to them, asking for help or anything alike.

"Yeah, it was the dragon on her back, right?" and your friend nods. "I've got it all prepared already. Wanna come downstairs with me, I'll explain the rest of it there?" Jimin kindly says, taking her coat and leading her downstairs where you assume everyone works. "Oh, you can just wait in the back there, or stroll around town. It'll take a while." he says, and you nod, a bit unsure now after being left alone.

"Hm?" a voice chimes up, before he speaks again. "Oh, Thought I heard something." the guy comes into view, and suddenly you can't talk.

This is what you can't talk to.

Intimidating? Heavy boots and black clothes, silver chains and piercings and a fully inked sleeve including his hand present themselves to you, muscles free since he's only wearing a black sleeveless top that should be illegal for him to wear. His smile is the friendliest you've ever seen, reaching his eyes and his slightly wild hair just makes him look even better, sides buzzed down to mere millimeters left- you want to disappear from the earth and his memory forever.

Fuck. He's looking like every goth-girl's wet dream while you're dressed in a pastel colored dress and thick knee high socks to keep your feet warm in this cold weather. Great.

"You can sit here in the back with me, otherwise you'll catch a cold from all the cold air blowing in every time the door opens." he recommends, pointing to a couch in a corner that you assume is where they all spend their breaks. Awesome, he's a gentleman as well it seems, making it all even worse for you. "You want something to drink? I've got tea or coffee." he wonders, and you meekly press out a 'tea, please.', making him chuckle.

He probably thinks you're nothing more than a child, with the way you look so out of place.

You envy your friend in that department. She's got piercings, she knows cool friends, she has exciting stories to tell. Meanwhile you sit at home and knit sweaters and blankets, help out at the local animal shelter because you get to pet the cats and dogs all day, or work at the library where you aid tourists find the town's guide.

"Your friend was the tall girl, right?" he asks, coming in with two cups, one of which he sets down on front of you. "I'm Jungkook by the way." he introduces himself, smiling before he leans back in his seat. Of course he's interested in her, you think. She's exactly his type, though he looks quite a few years older than her.

Well- the least you can do is help her find a date.

"Ah, yeah, she's my friend. Best friend." you say, pulling the cup of tea closer. "Thank you, for the tea." you say politely, and he grins in front of you.

"No problem." he waves off.

"She's uh.. She works at a car-uh.. She does those paint jobs. Like, those complicated one's that look realistic and all that." you try and explain. "I.. Forgot what it's called though. But uhm.. You can ask her later maybe?" you say, and he shrugs, setting down his cup before he smirks impishly, tongue playing with his lip ring in a manner that you can only describe as illegal.

"I probably could do that-" he starts, before he tilts his head a little to the side, body leaning forward. "-but I'd rather get to know you a little more." he wonders, and you almost choke on your tea- but you're composing yourself. "Maybe I could start by asking if you've got a boyfriend?"

Well, so much for composing yourself.

Your wide eyes look at him scandalized, and he giggles at the sight of it. "I- uh, no, I mean no I don't have one, to be honest-" you laugh a bit nervously. "-guys don't.. I- most guys don't really look my way, you know. So I thought, you know, considering-" you motion up and down towards him, "-you'd be more interested in my friend." you ramble, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

"I mean, she seems nice- but, I don't know either." he shrugs. "Something about you- it's hard to explain."

You shift a little on the spot now, unsure what to do in a situation like this. Typically, you shut down guys quickly, scared of what's to come. But you also don't want to keep doing exactly that- not when you've got the chance of something right in front of you like that. For the first time, someone's actively interested in you. Someone who seems nice, that is.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, by the way." Jungkook suddenly rips out of your thoughts. He leans back again, giving you space, and it makes you feel a little deflated. Did you blow it already? Oh god you screwed it over, didn't you?

"No, you're not, don't worry." you say, looking down. "I just.. I'm not used to this. I'm usually always the wingman instead- or.. Wing-woman?" you think, and he laughs.

"Hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." he says, still friendly. "So, I'm wondering- any tattoos? Piercings?" he wonders, and you nod- instantly making his eyes sparkle in interest. "Oh- can I ask what it is, or do you want to let me find out later?" he says, and you instantly turn red, making him laugh. "Sorry, sorry- I'll stop, promise." he waves off. "..for now."

You laugh at his antics, unable to keep a straight face by now. "You seem like you know your way around with girls." you say without thinking, before you hurriedly correct yourself. "I-I mean I don't mean that your like, a fuckboy or something or- maybe you are that's fine too! I don't judge but- oh god.." you put your head in your hand. "You know what? I'll just wait here for her, I'm so sorry." you mumble more or less.

But much to your surprise, he simply laughs, head thrown back for a second before he grins at you, front teeth slightly protruding, giving him a bunny smile.

"You're so cute, I swear." he says, shaking his head. "I- is it okay if I ask for your number?" he wonders, and you look at him for a good moment, squinting your eyes as if you test to see if he's serious.

"I.. Sure..?" you say, pulling out your phone with all the different charms attached. He grins and shakes his head amused, though clearly excited as you type in your number into his phone before calling yourself to make sure it's correct.

"So!" he grins. "Since your friend is gonna still be out of order for a good four hours downstairs," Jungkook stands up to hold out his hand. "You up for some boba for our first date?" he asks, looking down at you even though you're standing as well by now.

And you nod, walking next to him through the slight October fog outside in town, his hand warming up yours.

You don't even realize how.. easy it feels, right away. His hand holding yours is not demanding, giving you the option to let go at any point, but you don't mind holding it. It's warm, comfortable, and it also makes you wonder if that's something he enjoys. Did he date a lot already? He certainly looks like he got the choice, girls probably falling for him fairly easily.

Well.. you're already trusting him too. How ironic.

"Just tell me which one you want, I'll go order." he says later, holding out a hand in case you lose balance as you clean off the rain from your boots as to not bring it all into the small store. "I'll pay too by the way, no but's!" he grins, while you look up at him with a pleading look.

"No, I'll give you the money back for mine." you say.

"But then it's not a date!" he argues back, a whine in his voice as if to mock the way you just spoke to him. "then it's just- two people getting a drink at the same time."

"what's so bad about that?" you laugh, crossing your arms without thinking- an action he playfully copies, pushing out his chest, fabric of his jacket stretching over his biceps.

"That it's not a date!" he says, before laughing as he relaxes, talking more quietly now with a lower, more serious tone. "Alright, in all seriousness though, I'd still like to pay even if there's no date." he tells you.

"I- no, a date is fine, it can be a date.." you say. "I just don't want to.. Come off as a leech for taking your money if you end up not liking me-" you ramble, and he smiles warmly, holding your shoulders before his warm palms touch your cheeks for a second.

"You're overthinking too much." he giggles, before letting go of you. "right now, I like you very much. And even if we don't end up working out, I'm not that kind of guy to go around and talk shit about people." he shrugs.

You sigh at that, before pointing towards an item on the menu. "..can you- I don't like that much ice in mine.?" you say, and he nods, before walking towards the worker to order.

He's oddly okay with you, you've noticed.

Normally, people and especially guys get frustrated easily due to the fact that you've got trouble deciding things, or that you don't like ordering, or that you quickly feel bad because your brain thinks the worst about every single word that's said to you. But he seems nice enough, doesn't come off as annoyed or anything. Despite his way of talking and his outer appearance, Jungkook feels nice to have around.

You wonder how a guy like him can be single.

Or maybe he isnt? Maybe he's into the BDSM scene, a swinger, or in an open relationship, and he just want to offer you a threesome? He looks like he might be into that stuff, like a dominant guy that enjoys taking control over his partner in the bedroom. Does he tie people up? You've seen stuff like that before, and it's not something you'd be opposed to if he'd be the one to-

Wow, alright, exit was three miles ago.

"Everything alright?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, amusing him as he notices the way you turn red. "Been staring at my ass? Can't blame you, honestly." he jokes, making you hit his shoulder playfully before you take your plastic cup from him. "Hey, this might sound super shady and you don't have to say yes-" he starts, stepping out the small store with you where it had started to snow again. "-but I've got my apartment a few minutes from here, and it's freezing cold, so-" he takes your hand and looks down at you. "-you wanna go to my place?"

You're nervous now, more than ever. Thoughts are entertaining, they're safe and most of all yours and not real, but the prospect of potentially going into an apartment you don't know, with a guy you don't know, is scary. What if he's actually a serial killer, or really into BDSM and you'll get involved in some shady fifty shades stuff-

"-you really don't have to say yes. We can just go back to the Tattoo shop and talk there, I don't mind." he reassures, and you still don't answer. "What's worrying you? Maybe I can help."

"I-" you start, unsure, and fingers already hurting from the cold cup as you both walk outside the small store, walking side by side. You enjoy this a bit more- without holding his hand, you feel safer having a discussion like that. "-you know, guys only take girls to their place for.. Stuff, and I'm not like that, but I also kind of want to be but at the same time it's scary-"

"Hey, no, I'm not out for blood if you mean that." he chuckles, holding out his arm to make sure you wait until a car has passed the road you're both trying to cross. "Like, I'm not gonna lie and say I've never had one-night-stands or quickies or whatever, but right now I'm interested in you, first and foremost." he explains, his rather blunt words causing an elderly lady to turn her head scandalized as she walks past. "Also, I'm into begging. I'll only fuck you if you ask nicely." he smirks down at you next to him, before laughing out loud at your wide eyes and red ears.

"I-" you struggle to form words. But you're also horribly cold. "Alright then. I mean not the fucking part, at least not right now maybe sometime in the fut- where was your apartment again?" you stutter, and he grins so hard his eyes almost close.

"You're so fucking cute, my god." he shakes his head, before taking your hand again. "It's right down this road." he simply tells you, before you both find yourself in front of an apartment building where he takes you upstairs to his door. "Ah, I didn't clean up, by the way. It's a bit chaotic." he sheepishly offers, before the door opens.

It's warm, inviting. Doesn't smell bad, and it's not as chaotic as he told you it would be, Jungkook walking inside before you walk around, inspecting the apartment.

"I've put your boots in my shower, in case you're wondering where they are." he says after emerging from his bathroom, opening a window a little to air out the apartment. "make yourself at home, don't be so stiff." he chuckles, smiling when you visibly relax.

He sits close to you on the couch, but keeps a respectful distance between the two of you. He watches as you inspect a hole in a blanket he's got on the couch, shrugging. "My friend has a dog. Small little shit tore a hole in there, but it's still good so I keep the blanket."

"It's an easy fix." you say. "If you take those two parts of the yarn and then those, you can just tie them together so it doesn't rip open any further." you explain, and he tilts his head a little.

"Oh? Do you knit?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I.. My hobbies are kind of lame. I knit, and I help at the shelter a little away from the town. Other than that, I just.. Kind of exist in my apartment." you tell him. "I work at a library near the main train station. So, I'm not really interesting." you say, while he shakes his head.

"Don't say that. I think that's all pretty cool." he reassures. "Sounds like you've made a cozy life for yourself. That's pretty impressive considering today's times." he says. "I've always been.. Unsatisfied. With almost everything." he shrugs, leaning back, socked feet resting on the edge of his couch you're both sitting on.

"How so?" you wonder, taking a sip from your drink, before putting it back onto the small table.

"I don't know." he explains vaguely. "I guess I always had way too big dreams and aspirations. And now that I'm at that age I back then wanted to be, I feel like I wasted all my time with nothing but short-lived successes and people who only wanted me for the moment."

"Kind of.. Reminds me of myself." you giggle. "I.. When I was young, even a teenager, I always said I won't have kids. But these days, I kind of think, in the future I want them. Not right now, but one day. I wanna have a family and stuff, live in a house and have a dog and a cat and a husband and all that." you giggle. "like I said, not right now- but in the future."

"Hmhm. I never wanted to marry either. Thought that's just bullshit." he says. "But now, after seeing some of my friends have that, I'm envious. I want that too. A partner for life, I mean. A boring life." he says.

You hum a reply, nodding to yourself, a bit of quietness falling over the both of you, before he moves again, sitting down more comfortably turned towards you.

"I.. Would really like to get to know you. Seriously, I mean." he starts explaining. "Like I said, I.. Don't know what it is exactly, but you're.. Fuck you make me all weird." he laughs. "I wanna stay in contact with you, if you'd like. We could watch a movie? Only Netflix, no deep-throating during commercial breaks, promise!" he jokes, before adding, "..except if you're up for it." he giggles when you hide your face for a good second, laughing.

"I don't even know how to do that!" you laugh, making him raise his eyebrows while playing with his lip ring.

"Oh I can teach you, don't worry about that." he teases.

"I'm sure you can.." you mumble more or less, sipping on your drink. But your sentence seems to make him curious, eyes gaining a challenging glimmer as he leans forward.

"No no no, let's rewind a bit there." he says. "Just so I know where I'm at. You a virgin?" he wonders, and you pull your legs closer to yourself.

"..no." you shrug. "But.. I highly doubt I'm as adventurous as you." you tell him, making Jungkook smirk a little, as if challenged.

"Are you? What do you think I'm into then?" he wonders. "I've got a feeling you've made up your mind about me more than I thought."

"I mean, I don't know?" you say. "You.. It's not that hard to have more experience than me. I only had sex like.. Twice, and it's honestly not really for me." you shrug. "it's weird to.. Ugh I don't know."

"No, you do know, you just don't want to say it out loud." he clears up for you, making you nod. "Did you ever have an orgasm?"

"Jungkook!" you bark out scandalized, making him raise his hands in playful defense.

"What? You gotta ask these days, men are shit in bed most of the time, I have to admit that!" he laughs, shamelessly talking about this as if it's nothing but the weather outside. "So? Did you?" he wonders, and you shrug. "So you didn't?"

"I- don't know!" you say, a little glad you can finally talk to someone about it, hesitation finally breaking as you get the chance to make your frustration some room. "It's different when I do it myself. Like, then I'm pretty sure I have one? But when I had sex it was different, like I was almost kind of there but also not.." you lean your head on the backrest of his couch.

"Sounds like you didn't then." he tells you. "See, there's women out there who can't cum from penetration at all. The key ingredient is being fucking attentive." he explains. "I got more than just my dick, is what I'm trying to tell." he says, wiggling his fingers in front of his face, several rings adoring some of them- and you laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to get me to have sex with you right now." you joke, but he just shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking against his cheek for a moment.

"I'd fuck you any day you'd let me." he simply answers, eyes on yours. "After all, I gotta check out those tattoos you said you have." he flirts, and you move around a little, air between you both getting thicker. At this point, you can't deny the attraction. And with the way he talks and treats you, you're sure you'd let him prove his point as well. Right now. No regrets.

He notices the way your eyes fall to his lips, getting attached at the silver piercings there for a good moment, before you find his warm eyes again. And even though he really did not intent to be so forward so fast, he still scoots closer, tests the waters, places his arms on either side of you before the tip of his nose almost touches yours.

"Been wondering for a while now.." he starts, licking his lips before he looks down to yours, face tilting a bit as he looks at you. "..what flavor that lipgloss might be." he jokes, before he can't help himself.

You've not been kissed often in your life, not even in relationships. But you know for a fact that there's no experience comparable to the way he kisses you- not only his lips, but also his hands craving you it seems, making you feel completely under his spell. He's not just kissing you with his lips. He's using his hands, his tongue, knows clearly how to create a moment.

Your phone rings.

His rings soon after.

He laughs- and so do you.

It's a little awkward for a second, before he sends a message informing his coworker that you're on your way back, his grin still evident, never vanishing it seems. "so..?" you wonder having stood up to go grab your coat.

"So?" he parrots back, standing up as well to walk closer to you.

"What flavor is it?" you shyly try and flirt, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, just a peck, and another, and just one last one before he parts with laughter.

"I'd say cherry-" he grins, watching you tie your boots in his hallway before he cages you in at his front door again the second you stand back up, unable to resist you now that you gave him the chance to taste you.

"But let me make sure I got it right."

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zerogutzz · 9 months

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yeah im going all in

Bunch of insane lore rambles under the cut LMFAO

During the GOLB invasion, the veil between worlds became it's THINNEST. The world Max came from already had dimensional rift problems, it's the very things she was set out to study along with whatever happened to come out of them.

As we all know, Sadness attracts Madness, never did Max think that a rift would pull her in. A good 12-15 years is where she ended up getting spat back out after GOLB fused with Betty and fucked off.

She was lost for 3 months. Zero human contact. Only dangers and monsters and the occasional talking animal to point her to the human city.

She DOES eventually end up making it, stumbling on to the small ferry and falling flat in to the city. These citizens were humans, yes, but Golb knows that these aren't the same humans she's used to. They're all strange, wear strange clothes, and say strange phrases she only barely understands. You can imagine the wave of astonishment and relief she felt coming up on a giant sign that read "20TH CENTURY MAN IN HIS NATURAL HABITAT"

She's from the 22nd century, but goddamn if it wasn't close enough.

Following the curious crowd, an older gentleman stood in a dollhouse-like enclosure that mimicked that of an old fashioned home, decorated in familiar items and décor. The future-humans took their turns asking very.. Dumb. Questions. Most of the time repeating the same one in different ways. For some reason they're very focused on the different lamps. It was increasingly obvious that the gentleman acting as the 20th century man was just about ready to lose it if another comment was made about how light 'bulbs' are supposed to be pronounced light 'balls.'

"Excuse me." Max spoke up over the crowd. Simon glanced over at her from between his pinched nose bridge, pausing. It looked almost as if his shoulders relaxed. The way Max presented herself was something he hasn't seen in a very, very, very long time. Familiar clothes, cadence, and energy. "Could I talk to you, um, whenever you're done touring your.. Museum." Max asked. She was trying her very best not to make it sound urgent, despite the desperation she felt in her chest. "Oh, no, yes of course." Simon stumbled over his answer, nodding quickly. "We could talk now, if you'd like. It wouldn't hurt to close early."

The other people in group either huffed, rolled their eyes, or wandered off at the suggestion. Simon rubbed at the back of his neck, motioning Max to come inside. "Walls down." There was brief confusion, but it subsided as soon as the walls to the enclosure closed down like garage doors. Simon sighed heavily, turning to the new face in town with a tired smile. "What was it that you wanted to talk about, miss..?"

"Maxine Stronghold." Habit took over, flashing her detective badge and pocketing it in a single motion. That put the man on edge, his smile faltering. "Ah, you're not in trouble. That.. Sorry. Old habit. I was actually just here to ask if you actually were from the 20th century?" He perked back up. "Wha, why, yes. Are you not familiar with- Oh, my goodness I never actually introduced myself." Max's thick brow quirked up at him, his hand extending to her form. "Simon Petrikov. I, ah, used to be the Ice King. Difficult to imagine, I know, but rest assured-"

The increasingly confused look on the woman's face brought him to a stop. "... Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"No." She answered slowly. "I just .. Um. I don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or how there are wizards and talking food. I haven't had any genuine human contact in months. I was kind of hoping you'd be able to help me."

A moment of silence befell the two of them. A growing realization creeped on to Simon's face, putting his hand over his mouth and mumbling, "Oh my God." before putting a hand on her shoulder to have her sit down.

"Tell me everything."

#yeah okay so bacsically #so #arhe #aheruehha #simon petrikov #max #adventure time #fionna and cake #zerogutzz art

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xxfaggatronxx · 25 days

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A bit of angst warning ‼️

I want Ghoap content but in an angsty, healing way after Johnny got shot, but…

Realistically.

I want the journey of Johnny waking up only to find his speech stuttered and hearing practically gone, Simon desperate to communicate, Johnny taking it in stride, if he can’t use his mouth, he’ll use his hands.

Learning BSL like he was born for it, and if he gets a little too animated, he reverts back to military hand signals. Simple words change until he can mutter or speak a little more, but he can’t fully recover. It hurts Simon the most that he can’t call into their house and have Johnny come tumbling out of their room like an overeager puppy to greet them.

Months of therapy and yet Soap can only mutter stuttered, soft words. It takes three years before Soap grunts one morning “Bonn-ie yoo a-wa—ke?”

Simon shoots up and Johnny looks surprised too, but he just grins and signs sadly ‘*Dunno if I can do that again soon, love,*’ Simon nods, and its only a few days later when he finds out Johnny was practicing his name, a stuttered “Si-mo—n,” as Johnny smiles and Simon tears up. ‘*I told you I would practice,*’ he signs.

I want the doctor to ask him to wriggle the toes in his left leg, and have the description of his face falling and Simon’s eyes widen some more: more problems to deal with, to live with, to overcome. Johnny refusing to have his left leg removed, the right one already in a brace from a previous injury. Simon pleads him to at least get a wheelchair, and he does.

Stuttered, scratchy, raspy cackles as he uses his arms to race through the hallways, pushing the wheels to see how fast and far he can go… until Simon races after him, a smiling yet scolding tone as they wheels Johnny back to his hospital room, even athoughs he pouts and his hands fly up in messy signs.

“Runnin’ from me, Johnny?”

‘*Wouldn’t have to if let leave*’ The Scot’s fingers a blur.

A few weeks later crutches become the more permanent option, and Soap limps around with a big grin on his face, acting like a cat as he bats at Gaz’s ankles with the end of a crutch. Teasingly taps Simon’s ass with the end of the pole until the Lieutenant, smiling and teasing, threatens to take them away.

He knocks Price’s papers off the table, getting a scowl, and then a small chuckle from the older man who mutters: ‘Gettin’ too good at using those, considered a weapon in your hands, MacTavish,”

I want Johnny waking up…. Different. Same Johnny, thank god, remembers them, but he forgot things. Some important things. What was he doing in the train tunnel?

‘On a mission’ Johnny scrawls with shaking hands

What was the goal of the mission? Johnny pauses and thinks, but the doctor shushes him, and leaves Johnny and Simon alone. Two weeks later, Johnny signs ‘Who’ and the sign for a question. Gaz is sitting with him, Price too. Simon was out getting lunch.

“Who what, mate?” Gaz asks, confused.

‘Who’ Johnny gives a questioning look, then makes the sign a moment later. Price frowns with Gaz, and Johnny looks frustrated, signing ‘who’ a couple more times, and pointing to his head.

“Oh… who shot you?” Price is quiet when Gaz speaks. Johnny nods, then does the sign. It was painful, reminding Johnny of Makarov. He had also forgotten who Laswell, Graves, and a few other people in his life were. He had even forgot that Price was his boss, had forgotten he had tattoos, forgotten he had been called ‘Soap’ once. He remembered serving, but not much else on the SAS track. He never really got his memory back, but he remembered the little things.

He even remembered Simon liked baby’s breath flowers. Johnny being wheeled past a window and making a loud ‘AH!’ Noise, waving his hand to get Simon’s attention as he clumsily pointed with a smile to the flowers outside. ‘*Your favorite*’ Johnny smiled, making Simon’s heart flutter.

And who cares if it’s five years down the line? When Johnny shows up to the award ceremony to promote Simon to Captain. He rolls in through the front doors, in a kilt and suit top. He stops his chair by the door, and Simon’s heart clenched: using the chair meant Johnny was having a really bad day with his legs.

And then he stands. No crutches, no wheels. Grinning as he limps up to Simon, their mouth open as their boyfriend limps forwards, and pins the new rank to his chest, smoothing his hand over their suit to wipe off the dust, then, wobbling, Johnny sinks to one knee, and speaks.

“Would-ould you ma-ke me the happ-iest m-man in the world-ld, and be my per-menen-t partner…,” Johnny paused and smiled, wobbling in his knee with happiness in his eyes, meeting Simon’s wide, disbelieving ones. “Simon…. Riley,” no stutter.

He really had been practicing.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #non binary simon riley #simon ghost riley #adhd john mactavish #john mactavish #mw2 #after modern warefare 3 #fuck cannon #captain price #kyle garrick

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alpydk · 1 month

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Desperate (RuganxReader)

He has a choke hold on me right now - So here is some hastily written smut (1300 words or so of it...)as a break from all the angst I've made recently - I will say although this is awesome, as all fanfic is, smut is not my go-to writing choice. But I needed this, desperate for it, you might say.

For a few weeks, you’ve been travelling with your party along the Sword Coast in search of a healer for your tadpole problem. A few weeks of dirt, blood, cold washes in the river and hands kept to yourself. As much as you hate to admit it in such low-class terms; you’re horny, desperate to ride someone, but unfortunately picky with your tastes.

The vampire, Astarion had appeared the obvious choice with his flirty remarks and pristine good looks, but he wasn’t your type. Too pretty, not to mention he couldn’t handle the banter you gave back at him. Typical elf you thought to yourself. Then there was sweet Gale, a good age, good-looking but too much of a romantic, a bit too good for your liking. You ask yourself; why have red wine when there is ale on tap? Gale was more the type to lovingly caress your inner thigh and build up to some gentle foreplay for an age rather than just fuck you like an animal against the wall, the floor, or anywhere you really wanted so he was out of the running. And then there were the others; Wyll was too young, Shadowheart too distant, Karlach on fire. Lae’zel… just no. Desperate but picky…

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Fucking gnolls and their stupid giggling. Great, now you’ve got blood on you again and the whole area is up in flames. Who in the hells was the genius to start throwing alchemist's fire? Well, at least the beasts have been taken care of. You’ve expected nothing but corpses, empty crates, and maybe the odd trip wire; Rugan is not what you’re expecting to come across. Slightly taller than you, older, weathered from a few too many fights, and most likely a few too many stiff drinks as well; and shit, when he speaks you feel that desperate hunger come back to you full force. You would happily be fucked by him against the wall, the floor, the back of this bloody cave if left alone with him.

Ah, a Zhentarim. Typical. You’d had run-ins with them back in the city. The word around was that they were trying to take over The Guild; a few gold misplaced and a skirmish or two down by the docks, but it wasn’t your place to get involved. Leave that to Nine-Fingers to deal with. Your job was to simply keep the books in order at the keep, whilst playing both sides to keep your lifestyle comfortable, of course. Well, maybe now this could play to your advantage as well; make a little gold and if you meet up with him again then you could see what would happen. At least now you have something to think of during those lonely nights of tent life.

You’ve always been one for voices as stupid as the concept sounds and his sticks with you. …Tighter than a Duke’s purse strings… You bite the inside of your lip thinking of other things usually construed as tight. When did your mind become so crude? Why did everyone else have to be here right now? Why can’t you just push him against that wall and have your way with him? You see him looking at you as Gale speaks; maybe he’s thinking the same thing, or maybe he’s recognised you from the keep. What does it all matter though? Desperate…

***

You both plan to make some gold selling the chest he’s transporting. You figure, what harm could it do? You find out soon after though exactly what harm; with the death of the poor lad that was with him, the death of the Zhents that had him tied and beaten to a chair, and an awakening to something you’ve never really thought about before. You beautiful bastard. Gods, what you’d give to keep him tied to that chair, to suck his cock knowing his arms are bound behind him and there’s nothing he can do but let out deep moans from your touch. That fantasy will keep you going for a few nights, that's for sure, and then maybe if you’re lucky that drink he’s promised you could turn into more, a desperate touch-starved reality.

***

Baldur’s Gate. It’s been a long time having to make do with the odd night with Astarion, with some drow, with your own thoughts to keep you going, but you know you’ll soon be at the Elfsong Tavern and can get that sweet release you’ve been craving. Yeah, the tadpole is still slithering away in your mind, yeah there are all the other problems, like saving the world and a stone lord that had suddenly become your issue to deal with, but none of it matters in comparison to what, who you’ve been craving. Rugan…

He stands at the bar, a pint in hand. Finally, someone with a real taste in alcohol. He recognises you even out of the armour, hopefully out of the clothes later too. Things have gone to shit for him since the day in the caves, but he doesn’t want to talk about it much and you’re grateful after carrying the emotional baggage of your travelling companions. You watch as he downs the last bit of his drink before placing his hand on your thigh. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you for your reaction. You can already feel the warmth in your face, and you want to say it’s the drink but you both know that’s a complete lie.

You can’t tell who booked the room or even how you’ve both reached this point as you push through a door, hands already exploring one another’s bodies, tongues entwined in a frantic effort to make up for lost time. The door is kicked shut to keep your hands placed on his body and as you make your way to what you hope is the bed, you both leave behind a trail of clothing, a light cotton shirt and leather trousers with ridiculous ties. On any other day, you might tease, pulling at them with your teeth but that will not happen tonight. Tonight, you want him, you need him inside you.

Desperate longing leads to desperate touches. Your hand is wrapped around his shaft, though it takes little to wind him up. His grabs are as eager as yours as you feel him wrap a strong arm around your leg pulling you in closer, onto him. Did you even make it to the bed? You don’t seem to care as you feel him thrust inside you, deeper than you expected after seeing how tight his trousers were, a pleasant yet welcome surprise. Shit, it’s been so long and you wanted to draw this night out, to have it build up to some enchanted moment and see fireworks but right now, you are in that cave, you are on that floor, you are up against that wall, and you are being given what you have hungered after for so long. By the gods, he is everything and more than you could possibly have ever wanted.

You hear his breath grow heavy against your neck as he jolts into you mercilessly. You grip him feeling your heart racing and your muscles tightening, wanting to give him everything, wanting this night to last forever but you know it won’t be much longer for either of you. You feel your release building and you try to hold it off, try to think of anything else but the throbbing inside of you and just as you think you’ve regained some control you hear his growled whisper in your ear; Your name spoken from those thirsting lips.

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The next morning you wake up alone amongst the creased sheets of the bed you’d both shared. The trail of your clothing leads to what appears to be a sofa and you smile to yourself now knowing the full story of the night. You’ve no idea where he’s gone or even if you’ll see him again but right now you don’t care as your head rests on the pillow and the events of last night flood your brain. That beautiful bastard, Rugan, once again leaving you desperate…

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 rugan #bg3 zhentarim #bg3 fanfiction #its smut #i go outside and come back with ideas #i blame all you lot for this

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aiura-stan · 29 days

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Here we go, the first proper chapter of the Saiki K manga, 1-1!

Manga Saiki my beloved. How I missed you. I won’t comment on every single panel because I don’t want to spend —that— long talking about trivial things in this manga. But I’ll do my best to be annoyingly thorough in this re-read. Since I figure it will probably be my last proper re-read from end to end, sequentially. (Because quite frankly this manga is long. And I have other things to do. Hopefully.)

I’m not sure “lax” is the word I would use here? But I don’t like the anime’s use of “airheaded” much either, so?? “Considerably low key” maybe? In any case, the next panel sums it up “They both were the type not to think that deeply about things.” Let’s see… it says かなり緩かった. That seems to be about right, translation wise.

incheresting.

Also, it implies hypothetical strict parents of psychics exist, which… ironically enough, simply doesn’t exist in the Saikiverse. Come on Asou sensei. Give us an official continuation so we can meet some new psychic kid who meets this requirement of having grown up with strict parents.

I love how the very first page shows Saiki committing some selfless act with his powers. And yet he still gives us the spiel about how much psychic powers suck with his signature chronic >:(. Yes; Saiki has been a tsundere since the very beginning.

Saiki’s tsundere-ism aside, I have always liked how Asou sensei explains how psychic powers might be a significant drawback as much as a strength. The metaphor of a domestic dog who is fed and therefore doesn’t have the skill to hunt for itself, and the spoiled child who is given everything and thus robbed of agency, are both particularly good ones. (The curry and spoons one just makes me think of Mob psycho. Do you think One sensei read Saiki k???)

Saiki just lists all of his powers here. That certainly saves time. Though people who have already read the oneshots have the advantage of knowing exactly how these powers work (if we assume them properly canon.) There’s details about Saiki’s powers that get changed from the oneshots to the manga proper, like the timer on his spirit-body separation ability and his “clairvoyance” being called x-ray vision. Wait, no, that was the oneshot. Well, my point still stands.

I also like this part about a sense of achievement being impossible for him, since everything is too easy. It’s rather depressing if you think about it too much. Saiki definitely doesn’t belong in the “normal” life role that he forces himself into. But given his alternatives (Allow himself to become a government lab rat and subject himself to experimentation? Become a worldwide celebrity who fixes the problems of the world and maintains peace, essentially becoming a human god?? hang out with his amoral genius older brother who hates him???) his attempts at normalcy are understandable. And very entertaining.

No extreme emotions… I hope Asou sensei knew the can of worms he was opening by having Saiki say this. But I’m guessing he didn’t.

And the first of Kusuo’s problems in his titular disastrous life is the very normal problem of having to unlock the door for his father, who locked himself out of the house. But at this point, we the readers have no idea the extent of his powers and just how much his full potential is underutilized.

why doesn’t Kurumi have a job..? their mortgage is probably expensive and her son is an older teenager and fully capable of taking care of himself… i guess she just wants to be the doting mom for her son.

Ah!? Is that where Saiki gets his standards for how he uses his powers? Makes sense.

Sigh. watching your parents wrestle while waxing eloquent about coffee jelly. Never change Saiki. (and he never does.) He is really making me crave coffee jelly.

so cute.

XD his father’s thoughts are so ~kawaii~. Teehee.

Also, I never see anyone use forced telepathy in fics! More stuff that has so much damn potential… note to future me reading this.

The word used here in the manga is “psi user.” Let’s see… In Japanese, it is 超能力者(chyounouryokusha). Exactly what I expected; the same term as used on the cover. And that’s the word he uses in the anime, too, but in the subtitles, it’s translated as simply “psychic.” For those wondering, he says: 見せてやろう…超能力者の力おな… ‼︎ I am too low level to properly translate this, but I’d say it’s something like, “I’ll show you… a psi user’s power!”

Our translators: “I shall show you… the power of a psi user…!” (and they keep the punctuation and spacing used in the original Japanese.)

:,) He smiles… I love it when he smiles with the sparklies and the shine comes into his eyes. He doesn’t make this expression but a few meager times in the comic. And one of them is at the very end.

Papa also has a temper?? Ugh. He’s such a spoiled child. I can’t blame Kusuo for being a brat when his dad is like that.

And then Kusuo immediately smashes every window in the house using his psi powers out of coffee jelly induced jealousy. Another turn of events that just doesn’t make sense in the anime!!!

The translator note at the end is very sweet. I feel lucky that such a good scan team took on Saiki k; they really put effort into it, even the untranslatable stuff.

Alrighty, (wii fit meditation announcer guy voice) that’s… the end. It took me the better part of four hours to read and touch type all of this on my smartphone. Time well spent. (though I really should have used my computer. No, actually I’d better not, or all of my posts are going to be the length of 0-6…)

end of 1-1💫

#read-saiki #read-saiki 1-1 #for those of you wondering #I started learning Japanese for the express purpose of being able to read the Saiki k manga… there is no other reason.#My love for this series is very large indeed. 私の斎木楠雄の災難への愛は素晴らしいです。

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Hi sorry for asking im just genuinely curious, what are all the changes you'd make to the sun/ moon anime? Stuff like lusamine, guzma, etc. I love seeing you pop up in the guzma tag to rant abt how they butchered my guy, and im curious of all the stuff you'd personally change abt the anime bc it. It has problems. Sorry again for asking i just love disecting my fav media and discussing its flaws and how to better them!!!!

The biggest change would be letting Lusamine be a villain which in turn would let just about every character that got shafted actually get to have their stories.

Not shying away from her abuse which caused both Gladion and Lillie to runaway from home taking pokemon that were tortured by Lusamine with them. (Hell, you could even hint at some of the issues in Alolan society with overlooking/not talking about or helping with abuse)

Getting rid of the pokemon school angle since, the trial captains literally have only approximately an 8 year that they can be trial captains if the age cut-off is twenty and folks are expected to start their island challenge at 11. Those kids don't have the time to be dicking around at school, especially not the older ones like Kiawe and Mallow. Like, being a trial captain is a huge fucking honor in their society and they'd likely prioritize it over other stuff. Also, I don't care for nerfing characters for no good reason.

Storywise, I think using a combination of the story from the Sun/Moon game with some of the stuff from the Manga version of the story that managed to use stuff from Ultra without downplaying Lusamine's shit could make for the best adaption of the story with a few tweaks. -> Instead of the pokemon school plot, why not have Ash try his hand at being a research assistant? It'd be something new to do with him, give him a reason to be around and work with the professors, give him extra reason to explore Alola, and interact with Aether Foundation, and come in conflict with Team Skull. -> I can also see him trying his hand at the Island Challenge b/c of course, he's the protag. Hell, he can even make friends with the trial captains along the way.

-> Let Lillie be the deuteraganist proper! Let her be an actual trainer to Nebby! I hate some much that the games want us to have her pokemon just cause its the fucking box legendary, that's her pokemon and by all rights it would make more sense for her to catch it b/c that would be safer for Nebby in the long run. -> Not putting Hau on a damn bus for 97 episodes! He's the game *rival*, he's a major fucking character. Let this boy be present from jump and be both Lillie and Ash's rival. Explore his feelings about being stuck in Hala's shadow, the MC's shadow, and his sympathies with Team Skull.

-> ( A complaint I have with the games is I don't think Team Skull should be as rude or distant to Gladion as they are. Like, why would they make fun of him for being homeless if they're squatting in a rundown building? If Team Skull are supposed to be a group of homies and found family against the world, why wouldn't they adopt Gladion's prickly ass and tease him for being an edgelord? Also, just while Guzma acknowledges and respects Gladion for also escaping from and abusive household and wanting to get as strong as he can, I want more to be done with that than just paying lip service. Let them bond. ) -> Ah, yes, where was I? Gladion as a member of Team Skull. Not just hired help/an enforcer like in the games but an actual member. Let him bond with them damnit. And also keep him in a rival role to Ash while being a bad guy. Hell, its been a long time since I've watched the older pokemon seasons but it'd be fun to have a bad guy who keeps a long-running win streak over Ash. Let him keep his anime win streak and be a 'bad' guy.

-> Let Guzma have his role as the decoy big bad! Don't nerf him, don't slander him. Have folks mention him and have him show up at several points and have those eps be fucking heavy for one reason or another. He is a problem of a trainer and knows strategy and covers his team's weaknesses. -> While I hate everything the anime did slandering my guy making him the 'Undefeated' b/c he's a chicken that only targets weaklings, I wanna see Guzma being called the 'Undefeated' for serious, like folks thinking he's a chicken b/c of his ace and not taking every challenge sent his way but no he's actually good like that. I wanna see him beat Ash multiple times, yes Ash needs to beat him at some point to kickstart Guzma's character development but I wanna see him struggle to get that victory. -> You have no idea how much I want to see Guzma interrupt anyone who tries to use a Z move in a battle with him out of pure spite instead of just standing around doing fuck all while folks chant and do the poses. It would make so much more sense if he had his golisopod just sucker punch a pokemon in the middle of the z move stuff. It would be a good way to show that he's ruthless and very intent on bucking tradition. -> After I realized that like Guzma got possessed by a nihiligo in the of games and the manga and we were denied a perfectly good opportunity for a monster!Guzma rampage and opportunity to show how much Team Skull cares about each other that a 'I know yer in there come back to us Boss' and a 'help us save our Boss' could have added, I feel a bit miffed. Like I even commissioned fic to have just that and its good and everyone should read it and share with their friends. -> I do like that Team Skull didn't disband at the end of the anime. Them breaking up is one of the things I don't like about the games. Like, the can reform and stay together. (I also commissioned fic for Team Skull reforming while staying together and its good and everyone should read it and share with their friends)

-> Plumeria would have more things to do if Team Skull in general had more things to do and were taken a lil more seriously than they are in the anime. I do like the idea of her scouting and scoping and infiltrating in disguise. Also, I think she should make it farther in the pokemon league conference than she did b/c she's also a good trainer, and smart, and ruthless too. -> I think if she did make it further in the pokemon league conference and had to fight Guzma then that would be a great opportunity to show that the two characters are actually really good friends and know each other well. Certainly, I'd have Guzma win that fight, I'd also have that fight be the only one where he actually shows good sportsmanship towards his opponent. B/c he likes and respects Plumeria.

When it was on Netflix a few years ago I do remember watching some of the Pokemon Sun/Moon eps. And I remember how strange it felt that the ultra beast stuff had like a goofy Power Rangers type bend with folks suiting up as like a task force to deal with the things and just... idk maybe we should play the aggressive and fearful pokemon from another dimension more seriously. Darker at least. Cause like... ultra beasts kill people, they're a lot more dangerous than pokemon, they can do a good number on the environment more so than the invasives that are native to the dimension that the series takes place in.

#nix meows #pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #aus #guzma #plumeria #lusamine #team skull #gladion #hau pokemon #lillie pokemon

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whispers-of-lilith · 6 months

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Lilith, who're your top 8 One Piece loves?

Star! Hi & thank you for popping in 🥺 Honestly, I had to think about this for a hot minute bc my brain has been hard focused on JJK lol.

Buckle up, bc this is going to be a long ass ride.

Liliths Top 8 One Piece Loves

Silvers "Dark King" Rayleigh

While I do love young Rayleigh when he was in his "prime", I will always choose older Rayleigh. It's no secret that this man definitely slept around at some point in his life. Not only does he have experience, but he knows exactly how to utilize all the skills he's learned over the years.

Rayleigh has stamina for days [ie. when his ship sank & he casually swam to Amazon Lily], he knows how to please, how to edge, etc. He could fuck me for days, to where I couldn't walk, but he wouldn't even have broken a sweat.

He seems like a fun person to be around & honestly I could see myself spending nights sitting in his lap while he drinks & tells stories of all the crazy shit he's done.

Dracule Mihawk

Ah, the dark, broody man who lives alone on an island. Literally my ideal type, bc dealing with people is hard & I'd rather spend my days on a rainy island in a massive castle.

I've probably said this one too many times, but whenever it rains I always have the urge to get railed by Mihawk next to the fireplace in his library. You just know he has a plush rug in front of it & if you bother him enough while he's reading? Best be prepared because he's going to teach you a lesson & you sure as shit can't finish until he finishes the chapter he's reading.

We could just enjoy the quiet together, I'm okay with spending time with someone even if we're doing our own thing.

Shanks

Shanks is like the golden retriever to my black cat. He doesn't take life too seriously [unless the situation calls for it & fuck if he isn't sexy when he's serious]. He knows how to have fun & would probably have the easiest time relaxing me simply by just cuddling with me.

Another man who clearly sleeps around, but knows exactly what he's got & how to please. I'm easily embarrassed & Shanks loves to embarrass, it's just in his nature.

I will always be a blushing, stuttering mess when it comes to this man's charms & I wouldn't have it any other way.

Benn "Big Dick" Beckman

You can't really have Shanks without Benn, or Benn without Shanks for that matter. Where Shanks throws caution to the wind, Benn is there to keep his ass in line.

He's gruff, stoic at times, doesn't seem to talk much, but will go feral when it comes to protecting something or someone he loves. Also, if you couldn't tell by the title I gave him, I just know this man is HUGE.

I'd melt if he called me "princess", "kitten", "pet" or anything along those lines and it's always a bonus when he follows it with a smirk. I'm down for a good railing sesh whenever he gets frustrated with Shanks [which is often].

[I just need to be eifle towered by Shanks & Benn, it'd probably solve 90% of my problems]

Charlotte Katakuri

Clearly I like the quiet / strong type if this list is any indication. Let's get the obvious out of the way first, Katakuri can & will split me in half with that dick & if that's how I go– then so be it.

I love a man with tattoos & have you seen his body?? Absolute perfection. Don't mess with the people he loves unless you have a death wish, he can & will obliterate you on sight if you do.

When he's not going feral in battle, his quiet & calculating personality is precious. He seems like the type to be easily flustered & I'd love to push him a bit so I could see his little blush. Idk he's just precious & adorable & needs to be protected at all costs.

[Ps. Would climb him like a koala]

Trafalgar Law

I loved him before I even met him in the anime. Fell for the scrungly, tired, lanky man seated on a box in Saboady. I even went as far as to cosplay a fem!Law for one of my first cons.

Again, another broody, quiet, tired man to add to my list. We're literally one in the same, we hyperfixate on things & neither of us sleep. So I know he'll always be awake at 3am to listen to me ramble about all the stupid facts I know.

Also, tbh, the tattoos do something for me. I mean, watching as his death tattoos disappear inside with each stroke? Fuck. Jsjdjajsbbxjsj. He is another one that flusters easy, but if you push him too far he 100% lets his dom side out.

Sir Crocodile

Sir Crocodile, hng. Money laundering? My man would never [yes he would & we live well bc of it, so no I'm not snitching]. I could sit in his lap like a perfect little kitten, whether he's sitting in on meetings or just enjoying a cigar, just lemme me on the big mans lap.

Lo said it best earlier, the rings. THE RINGS AND MAKING YOU CLEAN THEM JAHDUSJHAJAI. To be dominated by him would be a dream, he's so smug & cocky & ugh.

I would be his little princess, my self respect would go out the window. He 100% showers you with gifts just bc he can & he loves when you wear things he's bought you.

King [Alber]

Oh, what do you know, another quiet, strong, stoic man... see a theme here? Another man who would split me in half & I'd say thank you for doing so.

Just. His hair. His wings. His face tattoo. Everything about him was perfectly sculpted from the heavens & simply looking at him makes my day better.

On days when it's cold he could wrap us both in his wings & I'd fucking melt into a puddle. He's the type of man to be cold towards others, except for the person he loves & I'm all here for it.

#whispered asks #whispered moots #lilith and star #silvers rayleigh #shanks #benn beckman #Crocodile op #mihawk #dracule mihawk #king one piece #crocodile one piece #trafalgar law #Charlotte Katakuri #whispered thirsts

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echantedtoon · 7 months

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Monster Bride Part 2 What Shall We Find?

(Just for context. After this there will one chapter and ending for each character except for the Hantengu boys which will end in a poly romance. If there's any suggestions for what you'd like to see them do feel free to leave them in the comments.)

You liked living alone.

No one to order you around. No one to say what you shouldn't and should do. No one scrutinizing yourself. It was a good life. Just you, nature, and the few farm animals you kept for company. It was a good life. Your parents were a bit concerned about you wanting to buy a house and live alone but considering your circumstances they agreed and purchased a home from an old farmer as a new year's present a few years back. It wasn't too big. Just two rooms including the bathroom and just a small space in the back for a few animals. Just it was perfect in your eyes. And it was just outside of town. Close enough to visit whenever you wanted but far enough to give you complete privacy in the woods. Which was EXACTLY what you wanted.

Unfortunately your life wasn't meant very easy.

From the moment you were born it seemed your life was going to be a problem for you. Mostly because it was almost like you had a spell casted over you to just have the worst of luck with men. Oh no. They weren't repulsed by you. Quite the opposite actually.

THEY WOULDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!!

Your parents must've had at least two hundred offers from other parents to arrange a marriage between you and their sons. Thank the gods above they were amazing and kind and always asked if you wanted any of the marriages. You refused so they refused. And you would still be bombarded with offers of other parents to boys just attempting to court you any chance they could get. It was one of the reasons why you chose to live all the way out here instead of in town where you'd just be bothered. Although men still occasionally showed up here. And sometimes an older man or woman would trying to talk you into marrying their sons. You always refused and made them leave no matter how polite, persistent, or rude they are. And boy. You've gotten a few rude guests you had to kick to the Kirb. But you also had the ones who couldn't take a hint like the one months ago. Stupid guy. He even tried to use that stupid tradition to get you to marry him.

For thousands of years, people married off their daughters and ladies desperately scrambled to find a husband obsessively in fear of a monster dragging them away from as the blood moon came every hundred years. WHICH WAS STUPID!! You've lived your ENTIRE LIFE playing in the woods and walking around and now living in the woods and not even ONCE did you ever see any ghoul, goblin, troll, fairy, ghost, or any other inhuman creature. They only existed in stories and the imagination of children. You hated that so many people were legitimately terrified of this. And you especially hated that someone tried to use that against you! You wouldn't be scared into a loveless marriage that wouldn't be fair to yourself. Or the man to be honest.

With a sigh you woke up that morning and did yours chores which wasn't a lot. Feeding the few animals you had and cleaning your house. Neither of which took very long because of how small your home was and then you started on the laundry. Again it wasn't much and you were just scrubbing a blanket in your home when there was a noise outside that made up you jump and whirl your head towards the back of your house. Your cow was mooing and thrashing about by the side of your house.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

You heard her knock and the kick the side of the house a few times making you drop the cloth and stand up as even MORE noises came from your backyard. Your chickens were going absolutely NUTS!! Clucking and calling a out making you run to the back door and throwing it open-

"AH!!"

Your arms threw up over your face and closing your eyes as a flurry of your hens jumped up and flew a out you in a panic.

CRASH!! THUD!! RUSTLE!!

Your cow mooed louder and ran past you towards the well on the side of your house as a giant black blue went diving into a bush right by your hen house causing feathers to fly and more chickens to rum about in panic blocking your view of...of...Well whatever it was. You blinked just seeing the bushes move and hearing whatever it was crashing through the woods away from you as quick as the wind. Leaving you standing there blinking with a few panicked chickens and your cow irritated and half hiding behind the well....

What in all the heavens just happened?!

The chickens were still running around as the last few crashing sounds made their way into the woods before it was silent all around. You stood there and just...blinked. What was that?! A bear? No, no. A bear was too big and bulky and couldn't run off THAT fast?! You looked around noticing that...no chickens were missing. All fifteen of your hens and one rooster was still around. Oh... Whatever it was you must've scared it off before it could make off with one of them. But what was it? Couldn't have been a fox. It was too big and it wasn't a red color...

"A wolf," you mumbled having finally deduced what it was before scowling. "It must've been a wolf!! A wolf was after my chickens!!"

Scowling you marched on over to the bush where it disappeared through making your chickens scramble from your legs. Grabbing the bush branches, you pushed the thing apart roughly but saw... Nothing. The back of your hill sloped down a hill to where a lot of wild berry bushes and a few fruit trees were ending in a stream that came up to your shoulders almost with how deep it was. Another reason you chose to live here. Free food! You scowled looking around more but there was no signs of any creatures. No wolf either. Curses! It must've ran off before you could see it... You'd buy a trap in town. You were going to head there after you finished laundry anyways. Letting the bush go back the way it was before you angrily turned and stomped off back to the house.

"I'll be damned before I let a wolf make off with my animals. I'll put them all in the barn before I go but first I'm going to get the laundry done."

Unbeknownst to you, eyes opened up from the shadows and followed your form back to your home. You stopped in the doorway pausing... before turning around to fully face the backyard and the eyes widened.

Y O U W E R E T H E M O S T B E A U T I F U L W O M A N T H E E Y E S' S E V E R S E E N.

A shiver went down your spine as you narrowed your eyes looking around.. before going back inside and continuing inside before closing the door behind you. Yeah. You'd finish up before you left for town and buy the BIGGEST trap they had.

The eyes way he'd awestruck at the beautiful figure walking into the house and closing the door. A chicken wondered close to a different bush unknowing. A hand reached out. The chicken only gave out a muffled squeak before it was yanked into the woods never to be seen again.

You finished hanging up the laundry inside and went back out to heard all your chickens back into the henhouse and locked up your still spooked cow safely in the small barn before you left for the town. You thought you heard a twig snapping in the woods behind you before you left down the road towards town but you were sure it was just the wind. You weren't as paranoid as the others in your town. So you started down the forest path back to the nearest town. It was an hour's walk there and an hour walk back. A bit of a way to walk but you'd like to think it helped to discourage others from seeking you out most of the time. You started down the road..but kept looking over your shoulder thinking you heard someone...but nothing was ever there. You got the feeling something was watching you from your home and the feeling didn't go away until you couldn't see your house anymore. Then you felt more at ease. Probably was the wolf, or your paranoia that was thrown a bit since you weren't expecting it. However unbeknownst to you it was something much, much more supernatural than that.

The rest of the trip passed by without incident or without that sixth sense of something watching you. An hour later you arrived at the town. It looked as busy and crowded as you remembered and it was then you realized something. You might as well probably get your shopping done since you were here. You'd be needing some more supplies. So off you went to the first spot which was a candle store, then a library, and a few more places. While at a certain book store however you again felt eyes on you, and this time you turned and found the source of them this time. Four men working on building the side of a new house were staring at you as you skimmed over some books near the doorway. Upon realizing that you saw them, two of them looked embarrassed and sent back to work quickly, one man smirked and winked at you, and another one politely smiled and waved. You frowned before quickly retreating into the store further.

Why did this happen EVERY TIME you went into town?!

You just wanted to get you some supplies and be on your way. On the way back through you stopped by the blacksmith. He sold hunters they needed from bows and arrows to knives to bear traps. You walked right in gaining a few looks from a few men in there looking over the knives and two of which were asking who was presumably the owner which one would be the best for deboning large fish. Amongst the swords and horse shoes, and other items you found the traps. Big ones. Obviously those were for hunting BIG game like bears. But there was others of a more reasonable si-You froze as someone leaned on the wall next to you. Arm above and out. A face smiling down at your head. You turned to see one of the hunters smiling down at you.

"Hello, Wood Dweller "

NOPE!!

You didn't even give him a chance to speak. You turned on your heels and RAN like the wolf itself was chasing you. NOPE NOPE NOPE!! NOT DEALING WITH THAT TODAY!! Besides you saw the prices written above the traps. Too expensive and you didn't have enough money. You'd have to use the old rope tied to the tree trick. Running down the street with basket in hand, you just happened to look up and noticed that the sun was setting. If you didn't want to walk alone in the dark, you'd better head home now. So that's exactly what you did. You veered quickly through the streets as people headed home quickly fearing the dark and so called 'monsters' that lurked in the dark. You didn't fear any fake monsters. You were more afraid of that wolf! But you needed to get back before your animals could be in danger again. So leaving the town behind you veered off the street and down the path leading you back home.

The light was quickly disappearing and you ran faster and faster down the road. Shadows danced across the pathway before you as you went down the pathway. Trees blew creepily and creaked as if their branches were trying to reach out and grab you. To take you captive. It made a shiver run down your spine. You didn't reach your house until the last rays of light left the sky and plunged the world into total darkness. The moon high in the sky and crescent shaped like a sadistic grin. You ran right up to the front door, pulling it open but stopped and looked around you real quick. You saw nothing but the creaking wind and trees. You shivered again before you stepped inside and closed the door. Finally. You were safely home. With a sigh you leaned against the door for a long moment before reaching out to flip the lock. With the door safely locked you pushed yourself off the door smiling and carrying the large basket over to place it gently by your-....Wait a second. Blinking you turned to window and blinked. Your window's shutters were... Open?

YOU DIDN'T LEAVE THOSE OPEN!!

You always closed your shutters before you left anywhere. Why were they open now? Especially when you KNEW you closed them before you left!! Stunned silence filled the dark house as you stared at it silently. Before slowly approaching it and looking out the window into the backyard. The moonlight hit everything in the yard. You saw nothing on the other side. Your brows furrowed. This was... strange. You remembered locking it shut before you left but you must've not locked it properly in your haste to get the trap. Which meant you had to go outside to close it again. ...your form slowly approached the back door and you grabbed a hold of the sliding door at the same time something was walking through the forest. Neither of you two noticed each other. However when you silently opened the door you froze when you heard it. The sounds of something coming from the other sides of the Bushes.

The SAME bushes the wolf disappeared into. But they sounded a bit farther away from the henhouse! That stupid wolf was back!!.. Your eyes flickered to the pitchfork by the he house. If you scared it away by threatening it then it would be unlikely to come back again. It worked once when a fox wouldn't stop trying to bother your hens. It should be work on a wolf too. And if comes down to a fight, you'd have a nice fur to sell in town tomorrow. Slowly you stepped out of the house and back towards the bush. Your bare feet touching the ground gently and quietly enough to not make yourself known.

Step after step after step.

Quietly you stepped closer as and closer and CLOSER to the bush silently. Slowly behind the henhouse you went and stopped right in front of the bush. The wind blew swaying it's branches creepily and looked like thrashing arms. You grabbed a handful and silently and slowly pulled them back.

And you froze at what you saw-

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EX | HJ

Chapter 3: We'll be your new body guards

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 8,408

General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own?

General Warnings: Idol! Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.)

Chapter Warnings: SO MANY HURTFUL THINGS SAID IM SO SORRY, FIGHTING (nothing physical), there's just a lot to unpack.

→ A/N: God I am so unoriginal with names, sorry to the friends I threw into this... such a long chapter, I just HAD to get in that fight, and didn't realize how long it was oh my god. I hope you guys enjoy though!

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“Hey,” Jisung says as he opens the door gently, you stand there staring down at your shoes as he speaks, you feel slightly rude not looking at him as you mutter a pathetic ‘hello’ to him. The door swings open wider, granting you space to walk inside. Keeho walks in before you, carrying your suitcases, as you clutch your favorite stuffed animal. The familiar feeling of embarrassment nulls the rest of your senses. You hadn’t felt like this since your first time walking into Keeho’s home seven months ago, only this time it’s worse. This time instead of coming into a friend's home, someone you’d known for years; you’re walking into a home full of people you’d barely even met.

“It’s just until I get back,” Keeho whispers, as he gently nudges you forward. Hesitantly you walk in and observe your new living space. The house is nice so far, the living room is large and clean, and the kitchen is modern. There are stairs leading up just on the further side of the room, large windows spanned the far wall allowing for the orange colors of the setting sun to seep right in. Your bags are placed down with a thud, as Keeho straightens himself out, standing tall beside you. “Thanks, Ji. Seriously, this means a lot to us” he says. The unease of being in a new place is bearable but the thought of having to call this home for the next few months, doesn’t sit right. This isn’t home, not yours at least. A few voices sound from upstairs, muffled behind closed doors.

“No problem, honestly. Everyone’s happy to have her, and Min’s pretty excited to have another girl in the house.” Min? Another girl? Meeting Jisung’s other roommates was something you had prepared yourself for but there was never any mention of another girl living in the house, and the idea of that scared you. It wasn’t typically hard for you to get along with other women, but you’d surrounded yourself so much with the boys you’d almost forgotten what the company of a woman would be like, and Leah was hardly a good example of sisterhood among women.

“Ah, I’m sure she is; living with you guys must be rough. Can’t imagine how she’s survived.” Keeho laughs,

“mmm, “ Jisung hums, “She might actually be worse than the rest of us, you should hear her at night it’s-”

“Woah I don’t want to know!” Keeho blushes, clearly making a presumption about the end of Jisung’s sentence.

“Not like that you creep.” Jisung laughs, “She plays fucking league of legends, valorant, and shit she gets riled up screams at her teammates, honestly sometimes I wonder how Chan is the one with a banned account and not her, I mean her toxicity is way up there sometimes” he giggles as he turns to you, watching as you look around and take in the new environment. She’s toxic enough for Jisung to wonder why her online games haven’t banned her, you think to yourself, Fuck how am I even going to speak to her?

“She yelled at you, didn't she?” Keeho snickers as Jisung side eyes him,

“Yea- THAT’S NOT THE POINT KEEHO” Jisung whines, loud thumps come from upstairs making their way towards the stairs, the girl you could only assume Jisung yells out to him,

“ARE YOU STILL TALKING SHIT JI?” She yells, “I SWEAR TO GOD JISUNG THE NEXT TIME YOU INT ME IN A RANKED GAME, WILL BE THE LAST TIME WE DUO” She stares up at Jisung who turns to her un-phased, “And I’ll report you for inting. Maybe post on twitter how shit you are at Lea-” slowly her gaze falls on you, she quiets down quickly as her face flushes a bright shade of red, “Oh shit-” she mutters, “You’re here,” you smile up at the girl, her eyes still narrowed as she looks at Jisung, “You should have warned me you fucking moron,” She says before turning back around, “I’ll be right back!”

“Hey wait!” Jisung calls out, reaching out for her as if magically he’d be able to pull her from the stairs to the front door, “Where's your friend?” he asks, her face is dark from the hood she has pulled over her head and her expression is slightly unreadable,

“Why do you want to know?” she smirks,

“I just want to know if she’s staying for dinner or not.” He sighs, another person in the house, ‘It won’t be overwhelming Y/N’ ‘It’ll be fine Y/N’ Kee you liar.

“Why does it matter to you, you’re not the one that cooks in the house.” she smirks again, as Jisung looks up at her with eyes that silently tell her to ‘shut the fuck up’ she’s with Chan in his room anyway”

“WAIT JISUNGS COOKING?” More loud thuds come from upstairs, a door slamming open as someone leans over the railing, “WAIT YOU CAN COOK?” She laughs, “Who’d have known!”

“Shut it Maddy and go back to eating Chan’s face or something,” Jisung sighs, the girl laughs loudly as she walks away back into the room she came from,

“We’re just watching videos, you loser!”

“Sure you are!” he yells back,

“Don’t be mad ‘cause it aint you!” She yells back before the door slams shut, Jisung fakes a gag which earns him a pillow to the face thrown directly at him by the other girl who still stood on the stairs, quickly she turns back around and runs back up hiding herself in her hoodie and disappearing into the second level. A door shuts, and now you’re back to being with only Keeho and Jisung.

“Sorry,” Jisung mutters, “Maddy and Mini are something.” You give him a weak smile, you were told you’d just be meeting his roommates, you didn’t expect another girl, and NOW a friend of said girl, and Chan? “I’ll introduce you to Min, Hyunjin, and Changbin after you get settled,” you nod as he turns back to Keeho. “Have fun on tour,” he smiles widely, genuinely. Jisung brings Keeho into a hug, as he wishes him luck and fun on his adventure around the world. You stare up at Keeho wishing, for a moment he’d just take you with them; but you know that he can’t. That’s not how it works.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Keeho pulls you into a tight hug. “I’ll be back soon, Y/N/N” you sigh into his chest as he whispers to you that it’s only going to be a few months, that you can call him whenever, that even if he isn’t physically present; he’s still here for you. You know he is. You know he’d never leave you alone willingly and you know that you can talk to him whenever you want but it wasn’t that. It was still the idea of being with new people you barely know.

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“And that’s the entire first floor.” Jisung says as you slowly follow behind him, the first floor was mainly the kitchen, and a utility room connected to it. The living room being the centerpiece of the first floor. It had a small powder room, and a larger room filled with mixing equipment, microphones, and different instruments all crammed into it.

As he finishes showing you the last room, Chan makes his way down the stairs smiling warmly as he spots you, “Y/N,” he takes wide strides towards you as the other girl who’s voice you’d only heard follows closely behind him, “good to see you again,” he brings you into a tight hug; your body tenses up. Unsure as to why he’s even hugging you in the first place. He lets you go as the girl walks up slowly beside him, placing herself into the situation. Shit. You think to yourself, avoiding eye contact with her as you mumble a quick ‘you too’.

“Hi,” the girl says cheerfully, as she extends her hand; you take it cautiously hoping for her not to squeeze too tightly as a warning of coming near what seems to be her man. “I’m Maddy!”

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” your cheeks turn a light shade of rose, as you look at the ground. She holds your hand softly as she introduces herself.

“I should get going! But it was nice to meet you Y/N! Hope to see you again,” she smiles, waving goodbye; she wasn’t as bad as you had thought but still. What an uncomfortable way to meet someone. Chan quickly follows her to the door, leaning down to her height to give her a quick kiss goodbye. “Goodnight,” she smiles, before quickly changing from a sweet and soft voice to screaming up the stairs. “BYE MIN!!” She waits a moment, no answer. “Bitch probably can’t hear me over her game,” she giggles while opening the door, just as she walks out Jisung let’s out a loud sigh. “What Ji?”

“You hate me just say it,” he whimpers, truly looking at her like a kicked puppy.

“True” she laughs,

“Wow.”

“Shut up,” she continues giggling as she rushes over to give him a hug, he smiles at her embrace; letting her go as a car pulls up to the driveway, headlights beaming in through the windows. She rushes out the door, Chan who stands by it watches her until the very moment the car takes off.

“Sorry,” Jisung’s face shows clear signs of embarrassment, does he like Chan’s girlfriend? “Let’s get your stuff upstairs,” he goes to pick up one of your suitcases, but Chan beats him to it. Picking up both leaving Jisung to grab only the small backpack you had with you.

“I got it, you show her upstairs,” Chan walks in front of you, trudging up the stairs, muscles flexing as he carries the two heavy bags. Jisung motions with his arms, for you to follow Chan up as he follows behind. The stairs led to a smaller open area, with two hallways leading into multiple different rooms. A large clean shared bathroom in the middle of the hallways to the left.

“That’s Changbin, and Chan’s bathroom,” Jisung smiles. The three bedrooms in the hall all had their doors closed with names labeled above them. Chan, Bin, Han. They read. “We put those there for you, so you could find whoever you needed.” His voice indicated he was shy about mentioning how they’d thought of labeling themselves, all for your sake. He takes a quick right into the further hall, where three more doors sit closed. Chaos, Hyun, Mini & Y/N “I hope you don’t mind,” he whispers, “Mini said she’d share her room.” share her room. If you didn’t think you were already intruding, you definitely did now. Knowing you’d have to share a room.

“W-what’s the ‘chaos’ room?”

“Gaming mainly, it’s where Mini put her pc when she first moved in, from there we kind of just decided to let her have it. Chan put some sound boards up to try and muffle her screaming, it helps. A bit.” he laughs as he opens the room. The lights were off but the colors from the computer shone brightly throughout, pinks and purples, as the silent pc sat turned on. Two Monitors, displaying colorful moving backgrounds of animated characters. LED lights wrapped around the room, a camera connected to the PC by organized wires, a ring light sat tucked in a corner. The room is what you would expect out of one of those big streamers you often see on twitch or YouTube. The wall behind the large black and white chair had a nice backdrop, but the one behind the pc was covered to the max in posters, polaroid's, and light sticks hanging from command hooks.

“Is that a-”

“Photocard inside the pc?” Jisung laughs, “Yes, she says it gives her good luck in games.”

“She streams?”

“Sometimes, I think this is mainly stuff from her old place; she used to do a bunch of content on different sites but stopped recently.” he closes the door quietly, as Chan drops the bags in front of the door labeled Mini & Y/N. “I’ll go get her,” he smiles, walking towards Hyunjin’s door. He taps on it lightly, and someone rushes to open it. She opened it quickly, smiling as she walked out and closing it behind her. You can finally get a good look at the person you’d now be sharing a room with. Her name, Mini, was the opposite of her. She’s taller than both Chan and Jisung, with long hair split-dyed down the middle. Black and white, she wore a large black hoodie and a baggy pair of sweats. “Min, this is Y/N.” Jisung says, as she approaches you. “Y/N this is-”

“Mini, Moni, whatever works, sorry about earlier. I was expecting you later.” her voice is soft, but not high pitched, a calming mid range honestly. Jisung looks back to you, attempting to read your expression but you offer him nothing. Just a weak smile.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” She smiles at you, bringing you into a tight hug.

“Be nice to have another girl around here,” She giggles,

“Yeah, as if you’re a girl.” Jisung snorts,

“Do you want to die now? Or should I smother you while you sleep?” She gives him a glare, and he quickly backs down. “Go take Hyune to the store. I planned dinner. He knows what to get. I’ll get her settled in because god knows you’re not going anywhere near my room.” Jisung nods as he walks towards Hyunjin’s room, looking back at you with caring eyes before slipping quickly into the room. Mini takes you inside her room. It’s nice, the same large windows spanned one wall, a large bed with a fluffy black duvet and matching pillows was centered against the furthest wall. The room is a light shade of blue, while most of her décor was white, a few paintings hung on her walls, and a study desk sat against the windowed wall. The closet was large, and the door to the washroom within the room was kept open. “It’s not much, everything else is in the other room-” she says nervously,

“No- It’s nice.” you say, she smiles weakly at you before laying one of your suitcases across the bed.

“I cleared out the closet the best I could for you-” she says as she opens the door, half of it empty with hangers waiting for your clothes to be placed, “and this is the washroom,” she walks over with you following. It was a nice size, for sure big enough for two. What you found most interesting was the shower, it was huge. The tub centered inside of it, honestly it looked like it had popped out of a ‘bathroom inspo’ Pinterest page. “This used to be the master bedroom.” she says softly, “Boys gave it to me expecting us to use it since-”

“Us?” You ask, you didn’t mean to let it out. Your mouth simply started before your brain could catch up,

“Mhm,” she hums, “Hyune and I”

“Ah so you’re Hyunjin’s girlfriend.” she nods, “Explains the photocard in your pc” you awkwardly laugh as you mention it, of course this was his girlfriend, what else should you have expected? She came out of his room, she had mentioned him already and let alone the photocard, it should have connected by now.

“You’re Keeho’s girlfriend right?” she asks, you could tell she’d been trying to find the right words, as she fiddled with her rings.

“No, just a childhood friend,” you say, it wasn’t the first time you’d been mistaken for being his girlfriend, people had assumed many times before. You two were just close, and it often led to misconceptions of how the two of you felt towards each other. You had never really considered it but if you looked deep down you knew all you felt from him was a platonic love, similar to the one you should feel towards siblings. “I get it all the time,” you assure her, as she looks at you as if she’d just offended your family, concerned.

“Fuck- Sorry I shouldn’t have assumed,”

“To be fair I assumed about you too-”

“Yeah but that’s a fair assumption,”

“So was yours,” the two of you laugh together, and hard. The first sign of life you’d given since arrival. Talking to her was awkward, but only because you didn’t know her; but as she warmed up to you, you warmed up to her as well. She quickly rushes to shut the door as Hyunjin’s swings open, Jisung’s voice booming loudly through the halls as he screams out they were off to the store, and that if anyone wanted anything to text them.

“Sorry he’s so fucking loud all the time-” she giggles.

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Mini helped you unpack as the two of you spoke, getting to know each other. You learned she’s a film student and that her favorite colors are black and red. She listened carefully to every detail you told her about yourself, and showed genuine interest in the things you liked. The fear of her slowly dissipated as the two of you talked and laughed. She seemed intimidating, a cold look to her when you’d first been introduced but as the hours passed, you came to see she was warm, like a summer breeze.

“Can I ask you something?” she says as she props herself up on the bed, you stare back at her as you finish hanging your last shirt,

“Shoot,”

“What’s it like being friends with Keeho, and his group?”

“I should be asking you that question, what’s it like being friends with Stray Kids?”

“Hell.” she mutters, “Jisung is so loud all the time, and he says I’M the one that yells?” you chuckle at her response, “All seriousness they’re great people, I’m lucky to have met Jeongin.”

“Jeongin?” she hums in response laying back down as she stares at the ceiling,

“I had a film study with this director for one of their videos. Great opportunity by the way. Anyways Jeongin was looking over some of his parts and he wasn’t too happy with his performance, nerves or something. I don’t remember how the conversation went, but as a film student I also had to take writing, and acting courses. You know; to create jobs when you don’t have one or something.” she sighs, “So we got to talking, I kind of said the basic first year acting class bullshit my teacher said, but he seemed so grateful. Next thing you know he was talking to me every time we were on set and he didn’t have scenes to film-”

“I swear this is starting to sound like a romance,”

“NO!” She laughs, “not at all, more like people with the same goal. He wanted to do well for the fans, and I wanted to make sure he did well for the fans. I wasn’t much help but- he was kind. The guys took notice that he’d be around me all the time, kinda reminded me of my little brother. Chan introduced himself first but after that I didn’t see them as often. Then get this-” she sits up excitedly, her eyes glistening as she recounts the memory. “I got an assistant job with the director, I did so well apparently that I was able to get a fucking job! Even after I changed my hair, my appearance, everything Jeongin remembered me the next time we saw each other like- a year and a half later!” she lets out a sound you can only register as something endearing, “he said, ‘Mini! You’re back! I can’t wait to show you my improvements!’ and he did so good. I was absolutely stunned, I mean he was talented before but this time around he was even better! The shoot went so well, they had invited a lot of the staff for a dinner after the video release! I spent most of the night with him, talking about film and photography. And he goes-” she clears her throat before mimicking Jeongin's voice “You need to meet Hyunnie~ Only he talks about that stuff the way you do, you’ll get along! And then boom, there I am arguing with him over which film camera is better for like an hour. While the rest of them laughed at us~” you could tell by her voice how excited she was, you could see in her eyes how much love she held for both Jeongin and Hyunjin. She groans as she looks at you, completely entranced by her answer, “I didn’t wanna talk about me,” she huffs, “Go on tell me your story!” you think to yourself about the first time you’d met Keeho,

“I mean I knew Kee, when he was Stephen” you giggle, walking back towards the bed and placing yourself on the opposite end of her, “Family friends, we grew up together, he’s basically a younger brother to me”

“No way you’re older than him!” she exclaims, almost shocked at the fact.

“Mhm, Then he came here. He’s been here longer than me but, when I moved in with him last year I felt like I was at home ya know?” she nods, “Three years I’ve been here and nothing felt more like home than being with him,”

“Five years? Wait you just said-”

“I lived with Kee for about seven months of those three years, I lived with J- an ex. But Kee was quick on taking me in when it failed, but I have known the other boys since debut mainly, they’re also hell.” you change the subject quickly avoiding talking more about your relationship, your failed one at that. “Kee, Intak and Taeyang are the ones I spend most of my time with, they’re like grown toddlers I swear to you.” she laughs at your response before agreeing with the statement, “Are all boys stupid?” you giggle,

“YES! Oh my god.” A soft knock at the door ends the conversation quickly, which to you came as a slight blessing. Your mind, though distracted for most of the evening, was slowly starting to revert to its thoughts of Leah and him.

“Hyune say’s dinner is ready,” Chan says softly as he opens the door, “Bin won’t be home till later, something about a plan you came up with?” Mini’s eyes widen as she leaps off the bed, standing quickly and rushing to the door, grabbing Chan by the shoulders before jumping up and down excitedly,

“HE DID IT, HE DID IT” she yells out, “HE FINALLY ASKED HER OUT!” She lets out a high pitched squeal as both you and Chan look at her confused.

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At dinner, Mini sat next to Chan, Hyunjin in front of her while you sat beside him. Jisung sat on the far end of the table as he scribbled down notes into a small journal. It was a nice dinner, and the conversation flowed. Mainly questions about yourself as everyone tried to get to know you a bit more, still the awkwardness of being around a new group of people persisted and to make everything worse, your phone buzzed non stop throughout all of it. The group had told you multiple times to answer, that it would be fine. Maybe it was Keeho checking up on you before his flight. You only had not checked because you were worried it’d come off as rude, so as clean up began you excused yourself to check the messages.

Call me ~Leaaah

y/n?~Leaaah

dude.~Leaaah

You’re supposed to be helping me where are youuu ~Leaaah

Keeho isn’t picking up, call me asap~Leaaah

Y/Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn~Leaaah

Girl if you don’t…~Leaaah

I’m gonna cry and send you a video if you don’t call me~Leaaah

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N ~Leaaah

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION ~Leaaah

UGH ~Leaaah

You sigh, as you look at the messages. Instantly a new one comes in.

FINALLY YOU READ MY MESSAGES, IM CALLING NOW~Leaaah

You really should turn off read receipts. The call comes in and you reluctantly answer it, it’d been two days of non stop messages; you’ve answered every question you could possibly think of so what now did she want?

“Y/n where have you been!” she sighs, instinctively you roll your eyes as her high pitched voice leaves a ringing in your ears. “Doesn’t matter anyways I have a favor to ask,”

“What is it?”

“Well it’s not really a favor, you’re my maid of honor so you have to do it, anyways I got my binder sorted out and I wanna go over some things with you, so we're meeting tomorrow at one pm.”

“Where?”

“Your place”

“No Leah, I can’t-”

“You HAVE to!” She cries out, you know that as her maid of honor you had a duty of going over the planning with her, being there for her through every step. Not only as her maid of honor but as her sister, but truthfully you weren’t ready to help plan what should have been your wedding. You remember day dreaming of the day he’d ask, you remember your little scrapbook of things you’d wish to have, one that never saw the light of day. One you kept tucked away in secret, the only person having seen it being her.

“Ok, I’ll figure it out. Just not here-”

“PERFECT TEXT ME THE ADDRESS” She yells before abruptly hanging up the call. You let out a loud sigh as you walk back into the living room, sitting down carefully on the couch where everyone else sat playing an intense game of Super Smash Brothers, Jisung on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.

“All good?” Mini asks, as she focuses on the screen in front of her, furiously smashing on the buttons of the control.

“Yeah, just my sister wanting to meet with me to plan her wedding.” you sigh,

“Oh congrats, that's great! When?” Chan says,

“Tomorrow, but I don’t know where to take her for it-”

“Just bring her here, the boys can lock themselves away in their rooms since they have the day off!” Mini smirks as she pushes Hyunjin off the platform in game, he grunts as he looks at her as if he’d been betrayed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-” “Should be fine, just us anyways and Jeongin but we’ll be upstairs mostly. I’ll make snacks” Hyunjin says, as he stands from the couch, stretching his long limbs out with a loud yawn.

“Oh- Okay,” you sigh.

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As you lay in Mini’s bed you stare into the ceiling, wondering if it was a good idea to invite Leah into a house that wasn’t even yours. Everyone had insisted that it was fine, but you knew Leah. She’d be distracted at the sight of them, she only knew a few of the boys of Seventeen well and often gawked at anyone remotely famous. Whether that be a tiktok person with a few thousand followers, or an actual celebrity you couldn’t help but think slightly ill of your sister. She’d always wanted to be someone, something more than what she was. She wanted fame, she wanted to be recognized. She wouldn’t go to any extremes to gain it, but she wanted it. Doesn’t everyone want to be more than they are? Doesn’t everyone wish for some sort of fame? That’s why you chose to go into college as a music major, was it not? To gain something? Some sort of relevance, in your irrelevant little life. Because isn’t everyone's life irrelevant if the world doesn’t know who you are? Sure, most of the songs you’d produced were sold off, you were merely a ghost writer, but it would be nice if someone told you how much they admired your music, it would be nice to be recognized for your work. The difference was that you worked for what you wanted, though nothing had come from it yet. Leah wanted it to come simply, Leah wanted to be noticed because she’s pretty, and ‘don’t pretty people become famous overnight?’. Yeah she had attempted her luck on tiktok, YouTube, and being one of those ‘Instagram’ models, but she offered nothing of substance.

Leah had no niche, she wasn’t funny in the eyes of the internet, nor did she create videos that were ‘captivating’ most if not all of the time she relied on her looks, lip syncing to songs hoping to become the next Bella Poarch or Addison Rae.

And, That’s just not how it works.

You tossed and turned the entire night, hoping Leah would be on her best behavior, and lightly thanking Mini for sleeping in Hyunjin’s room because by the way you were rolling about the bed, you’re sure you’d only keep her awake.

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“Mm, you sure you want me to stay? I can go bother Jeongin and Jisung upstairs..” Mini says as she sits upright on the couch, looking mostly uncomfortable.

“Yeah, Leah said she wanted to make girl friends so-” you trail off as the bell rings, you’re quick to open the door. Not even a hello leaves your sisters lips, she just simply walks in as if she owns the place. Walking right past you to admire the home,

“Cute~” She winks at you, “Oh HI! You must be the other girl!” she exclaims as she rushes to Mini who now looks even more uncomfortable. Leah brings her into a hug, as Mini gives you wide eyes, barely even touching your sister. She doesn’t like being touched on some days. You remember, and this was one of those days.

“Hi,” Mini says, “Monica, nice to meet you.” She had told you the night before how much she hated her name, how much she preferred Moni, or Mini over ever being called Monica so why would she introduce herself that way?

“So where is everyone else!” she yells out excitedly,

“Upstairs minding their own business” Mini laughs,

“Tell them to come say hi, if they’re going to be my sister's friends they should be mine too!” Of course, she doesn’t say hello and immediately asks to meet the people that even you, barely know. This was just how Leah is. The sound of a door creaking open, loud music finding its way down the hall, as footsteps sound near the stairs. Jisung casually strolls down, followed by Chan, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Changbin. “Ee'' Leah lets out, “You must be the members of SKZ I've heard sooooo much about you!” Leah jumps, “My sister is obsessed with you guys!” Maybe it was in her tone, but you could swear she was trying to embarrass you in front of them, “Like literally obsessed, can’t believe she’s even functioning in front of you right now!” Jisung shoots you a concerned look, one that read ‘what is she saying’ you shrug at him, and he puts on a smile quickly,

“Oh thank god someone likes our music,” He laughs, “I was worried we’d be starving artists for life!” Leah is quick to laugh at his joke, “I’m Han.” he says extending a hand, Han. His introduction to her was different from the way he’d introduced himself to you. He was being professional.

“I.N,” Jeongin smiles, as he walks up to Mini placing a hand on her head which she immediately shakes off, as he smirks down at her.

“Bang Chan,”

“Changbin,”

“Hyunjin.” They were all, including Mini, being professional. As if speaking to a fan of the group and not your family member. They were being careful.

Something in Hyunjin’s body language seemed off. The night before he was relaxed, maybe it wasn’t your place to judge how he carried himself, and you don’t know him well enough to be able to read him but you do know that he’s tense. Giving Leah a side eye she seemed to miss. “Oh, Y/N” he says seemingly relaxing as he approaches you, “I added you to the group chat this morning for the house, we kind of just use it for whatever. Talking, and plans, all that stuff.”

“Ohh cute! A group chat, awe Y/N I wanna be in it!” Leah whines. Had you never noticed how Leah always managed to inject herself into situations that were clearly not meant for her? Have you always looked at your sister with loving eyes? Were you a terrible person for thinking she was looking for attention, from people she doesn’t know?

Hyunjin gives Mini a look, a look of ‘For what’.

His expressions are easy to read, his emotions clearly conveyed from a glance, as he faced Mini with his back towards Leah. Mini glances at Chan, who quickly speaks up.

“Hah, I mean it’s just a housemate thing, he says we talk but it's mainly grocery lists. You’d get bored of it, ya know?” nervously he looks at Leah whos nodding away agreeing with his statements,

“True, I would! You should see the group chat I have with my boys, gosh they’re so all over the place, honestly it’s best for me to not join another!” bragging. She’s either bragging, or playing off the fact she was denied something she wanted.

“Anyways we came down because we were gonna get some snacks so- we’ll be off” Changbin says as Jeongin walks back carrying a bowl full of packaged snacks, Hyunjin reaches for one of the packages before immediately getting scolded by Jeongin,

“HEY!” he huffs, “What would Seungmin say,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes before snatching the snack and racing up the stairs,

“What he doesn’t see, he can’t nag me for!” he laughs, as the rest of them chase him down.

“Awe, he’s such a cutie” Leah giggles, causing Mini to sit up.

“He is, honestly I let him get away with way too much because of that face” She giggles, “Remind me to call Seungminnie to snitch on him later Y/N,'' you nod “Seriously Y/N don’t let me forget, even if he threatens to break up with me don’t let me give in to those puppy dog eyes he’ll give me later!” You laugh at the comment as she eases the mood, while drawing a line that she in fact was Hyunjin’s girlfriend. Engaged or not, she wasn’t going to let the hopeful look in Leah’s eyes slide.

“Anyways, look what I found!” Leah dismisses the comments made, sitting down comfortably on the couch as she leans over the coffee table, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a blush pink binder, then slowly pulling out a smaller green scrapbook. Your scrapbook. “I found it in a box at the house!” she smiles, “Ugh, it’s been so long since we looked at it!” she pushes it towards you.

You shake as you take the book, “I’d rather not open this Leah,” you softly say,

“Oh please Y/N you had such cute ideas!” Leah says as she snatches the book, prying it open to the first page. Themes. Mini watches you carefully, mentally noting how your demeanor had changed since Leah had walked in. “Ah a forest theme! So cute!” she cries out, “We’re thinking of Jeju!”

“Jeju is nice,” Mini says,

“RIGHT!” Mini only hums, still watching as Leah flips through the pages carelessly. You stare down at your hands. Please stop. You begged internally. “Oh, so Y/N” you look back up at her, the scrapbook now closed. “I booked my appointment to try on dresses!”

“Oh fantastic, show me what you looked at.” You force a smile, as she pulls her binder out. Opening it to the dresses tab. Your heart stops for a moment. The page you had created of dresses was cut up and plastered all over the place, and the gorgeous dress you had admired lay centered on the page. You remember the day you had first seen it, then and there you had decided that that was the dress for you. That was your dream dress. You studied it, praying to find some sort of difference, praying that it was some sort of similar dress, that it wasn’t the one you’d day dreamed of wearing for years.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw that and I fell in love,” Leah smirks,

“What are you doing?” your voice is flat, as you stare at her. Whatever game she was playing at, you were over.

“What do you mean?” she says with a pout,

“Listen, I'm not feeling well. Let's do this some other time.” you say as you stand from your spot on the floor. It wasn't a lie, seeing the dress you dreamed of lay in front of you, knowing she would be trying it on made you sick to your stomach. You thought you could do okay, you thought you’d be fine helping her, but clearly you were wrong. Nausea begins to overwhelm you, and you feel your heart race as your body threatens to puke up every negative thought, every memory, every single little detail that made your stomach churn.

“Common Y/N don’t be like that,” Leah sighs as she leans back on the couch, Mini still watching everything unfold. Her body tensing up as if she felt the earthquake before it hit, the tsunami of emotions that was bound to flood the room. “I know you loved it, but.” There’s always a butt before the bullshit. “It would be a waste not to see it. I know you wanted this to be your dress, but I can’t stop my heart from loving what I love, it would go to good use. It will finally be seen because at least one of us is getting married, also for the party. Can you invite those girls from Keeho’s company for me? He didn't answer so I assumed he’s just busy. Maybe Moni can invite people from her boy's company too!” Mini flinches at the last words, looking at Leah with a disgusted face, and you. You’re unsure if you want to cry or scream.

“About the dress Leah. Not today, I can’t do this.” you sigh, “And I can’t just invite random idols to a party for someone they don’t know. I'm sorry.”

“You have to.”

“Leah, we’re not doing this today please.” you were desperate for an out, you couldn’t stand sitting here planning your dream wedding for her, you couldn’t sit there watching her admire your dress. You couldn’t do it. Not today.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Leah mutters, as she stares daggers into you. “I can’t believe you.”

“What.”

“Over a fucking dress.” you sighs,

“It’s not really about the dress, Le-”

“You said you were over it.” she snaps, her anger shining through. The entire time she’d been here she’d been nothing but rude, and now she has the audacity to be mad at you?

“Leah, we’re not doing this.”

“Fucking. Pathetic, like I said.” Leah scoffs, “No wonder Keeho sent you here, I’m sure he was hyped to get rid of you and your pessimistic ass!” she shouts. Causing enough of a commotion for the boys to come quietly down the stairs to figure out what the yelling was about. “This is why Jeonghan left you,” she mutters, “Because you can’t see any good in anything, I don’t fucking know how anyone does it. Dealing with you, you’ve been nothing but sour ever since you found out. Couldn’t even stay the whole time during the engagement party. How the fuck do you do it Monica? How do you deal with her fucking depressed ass?” Mini doesn’t know, Leah please stop. You cry out, but words don’t form. You look at your little sister, tears filling your eyes, anger boiling at a dangerous heat within you, threatening to overflow.

“Do not speak to me.” Mini says a little too calmly. “Do not speak to your sister like that, and certainly do not speak on behalf of Keeho. We all know why she’s here. It has nothing to do with you, or her. Apologize, please.”

“Why should I!” she screams,

“Because you are in my home, and I will not tolerate this shit.” Mini says,

“YOUR Home? This is Bang Chans home, Changbin’s home, Han’s home, Hyunjin’s home.” Leah laughs, “you’re just like her,” she says as she points to you, “Living off your idol boyfriend.” the venom in Leah’s words stung, and everyone in the room could tell. Hyunjin quickly making his way to Mini as she stands there trying to calm her breathing.

“Don’t fucking speak to her like that.” Hyunjin interjects,

“Get out.” you mutter,

“I’m not fucking wrong! You lived off Jeonghan for so long you fucking pa-”

“We’re done here.” Chan says, as he demands the rooms attention. “Listen, we invited you into our home to allow you to plan your wedding. Not fight with Monica, or insult your sister.”

“You don’t know me.” Leah laughs, “Who the fuck are you to-”

“Even more reason for you to leave.” Chan responds, not letting her finish her sentence. Jisung makes his way to the table, gathering Leah's things and quickly throwing them on the table closest to the door.

“This is a joke right?” Leah scoffs, your fists clench as you watch her continue her fit “You’re gonna defend her when she’s the one who came onto me first?”

“Refusing to invite random idols who have no idea who you are to a party that has nothing to do with them isn’t coming to you, and neither is being uncomfortable about the fact you’ve decided to just use the dress she had planned out.” Mini laughs, “Delusional much? Like why would you need idols at it anyways don’t you have your own friends?”

“I do but she has more connections, I want my day to be special as would anyone!” a gross excuse.

“You’re not entitled to Y/N’s friend circle.” Changbin says, his brows furrowed as he speaks. His chest, puffing up ready to defend you, even though he doesn’t even know you.

“Truth be told,” Jisung says, “The way you’re reacting right now is over the top. Did you really want Y/N’s help or were you hoping to use her for her connections?” Leah stands quickly from the couch, wide eyed as she stares of Jisung who’s now made his way in front of you, blocking her view of you as your tears begin to fall.

“You’re all pathetic.” Leah mutters, “All of you. A joke. What did I expect out a group no one even likes.” she laughs as she runs her hand through her hair. “And you Monica, enjoy him sticking up for you while it lasts, I mean learn by example; look at how Y/N ended up. He’ll find someone better than whatever the fuck you are.”

“Leah sto-” you begin standing up, tears falling leaving streaks of mascara down your face. How fucking embarrassing. For her to do this in front of them. In Front of people you're barely getting used to. You lightly push Jisung out of the way only to be cut off by Mini, her hand stretched out across you as she walks in front of you placing herself beside Jisung.

“Y/N.” She says lightly, “It’s fine. Go to our room and breathe,” she whispers. Mini turns, now completely facing off with Leah. Mini was the complete opposite of her nickname. She stood tall, her stance intimidated even you who she was defending.

You storm up the stairs into your shared room. Your heart pounding as she calmly told Leah to leave, letting her know if she refused that she would remove her, herself. Leah’s shouting only grew louder, until you heard Chan’s voice raise for the first time ever. The door slammed shut, and a few minutes of silence passed before Mini made her way into the room. Shutting the door behind her, she sat carefully on the bed as you tried your best to calm down.

“I want to go home,” you sob, “But Keeho and his stupid fucking company, and-”

“You know, Y/N I may be over stepping here but,” Mini says as she looks at you, her body language indicating she was about to say something that made her uncomfortable, “Before I met Hyunnie, I was in a similar situation. I mean he didn’t ask my sister to marry him but he did some really messed up things,” she pauses hoping you wouldn’t yell at her for crossing a boundary. “What I’m saying is, I know it hurts right now but don’t blame Keeho for sending you here. What she said wasn’t true. He wasn’t getting rid of you, he just wants to make sure you have some support while he’s gone. We may still be very new to you, but I consider you a friend already. We all do. Even Jeongin, and he only met you a few hours ago.”

You look at her teary eyed, as she speaks. You’re afraid she’ll tell you not to cry over it anymore, that she’d tell you that you were being dramatic about the situation. You wouldn’t be surprised if she did, because your entire family had said it. ‘You can’t control who people fall in love with, you’ll get over it, don't be dramatic Y/N’

“Cry it out.” Mini says, “Scream if you have to, none of them will mind. You've been so strong for so long, you’ve been keeping your actual thoughts in for so long Y/N. So scream, let it all out. Get. Angry.” you look at her shocked, you expected something else but here she was telling you to get angry, to get everything out of your system. All the pent up anger, the hurt, all of it. And you did, it all came out at full force, all at once as you screamed and cried loudly for the whole house to hear, and possibly the neighbors a few houses down. She simply hugged you, letting you bawl into her chest as she played with your hair. Ten minutes. Ten minutes of screaming, ten minutes of crying and cursing the world for the injustices you’ve faced. That’s all it took for you to feel just a little bit better.

A soft knock on the door made you straighten up and wiper your tears, Hyunjin walks in followed by Jeongin, Chan, Changbin and Jisung who held a cup of water, Jeongin carrying his bowl of snacks. Jisung handed you the water carefully, as you weakly smile up at him.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you take a sip of the cool water.

“It’s fine, we’re used to it. All of us do it, thanks to a certain someone” Jisung says as he motions with his head towards Mini,

“Sometimes, you just got to get all that energy out into the world. Why bury it within yourself? It only hurts more to bottle it up.” Mini sighs, “I used to do it a lot. Like I said, they’re used to it.” You look down at your hands while Jisung crouches in front of you.

“Feel better though?” He asks, you nod. The bed shifts as the other four boys sit on Mini’s bed. You watch Hyunjin cradle Mini who is now sitting in a ball up against him, Chan, Changbin and Jeongin sit silently.

“You guys are cute,” you whisper.

“Ew. now i want to die” Mini says as she quickly gets off Hyunjin, he gasps in offense.

“As if you didn’t want to already,” Jeongin jokes,

“First off, fuck you. Secondly go fuck yourself,” Mini hisses,

“Well, which is it Mini? Do you want to fuck or should I go jer-”

“You’re disgusting you fucking perv.” she snaps, “Your hand deserves so much better than you!”

“Could say the same about Hyu-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll fucking bleach your brows in your sleep.”

“NO WAIT NOT AGAIN” He yells in panic as Chan and Changbin laugh so hard they throw themselves back, almost falling off the bed.

You had forgotten you were crying now, laughing as hard as you witnessed the people around you. Hyunjin and Mini, Chan and Changbin, Jeongin, and Jisung who had moved his hand to yours and was now rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. Six new people, who like Keeho, somehow managed to make you feel a bit better about everything.

“Thanks, all of you.” you whisper,

“For?” Changbin asks,

“Everything. Letting me stay here, and especially what happened just now. I means alot.”

“You’re a part of us now Y/N.” Chan says, “We wouldn’t let it slide for anyone, but especially not you.”

“We care about you,” Hyunjin smiles sweetly as he sits up, “Wasn’t the first time we had to do it either, I remember when we had to go off on Mini’s dad.”

“Yo fuck that guy.” Changbin huffs,

“Ay, don’t turn this around on me Hyunnie. Also true but still.” Mini sighs, “Like I said, we might still not really know each other but you’re our friend now Y/N, sorry but you’re stuck with us now!”

“Until the others come home, we’ll be your new body guards,” Jisung jokes, as he references how Taeyang, Intak, and Keeho gave themselves the title. “Specifically Mini tho, that bitch is like a rabid animal when she’s angry.”

“She gets angry?” You asked, from the looks of everything that happened she was the calmest one there.

“Unfortunately,” Hyunjin sighs, shuddering at whatever memory popped into his head. The others laugh as Hyunjin makes a worried face. Their laughs are contagious. Their energy. Is contagious. If the energy this group of people carried were a sickness, people would never want to find a cure. You laugh alongside them as Mini hits Hyunjin with a pillow, defending herself saying she only gets angry at games. They’re a family. I can trust them. You think to yourself as you watch Jeongin and Changbin try to protect Hyunjin from the assault. As Chan yelled out that he’d call for backup, pulling out his phone to call the other members, as you laughed loudly with the rest of them; as Jisung admired your smile.

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Demogorgon Dinner

pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

genre: follows show plot lines, will diverge (come on, we know at this point)

WC: 8.3K

warnings: cursing, steve’s terrible girl advice, possibly getting eaten by monsters, jonathan being a bad older brother this chapter. that is it!

summary: Demodogs are now a thing. Also someone lives and someone dies.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

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thank you to @alecmores for triple checking my work💕

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The three of you have been walking down the old train tracks for over two hours now, throwing chunks of meat onto the ground and listening to the woods. You walked in front of the boys since Steve said, and you quote, “I want to keep an eye on you and the kid,” and he was very insistent on the matter.

So you’ve been zoning out and mindlessly throwing meat, none of you starting a conversation. Not until an hour and a half in and Steve asks Dustin a question, “So, how did you find this thing?”

“Demogorgon,” you added.

“It might be a baby Demogorgon,” Dustin argued.

“Whatever, Demogorgon, baby gorgon, who cares. How did you find one and why did you keep it?”

The crunching of the autumn leaves beneath everyone’s feet filled the silent void as you and Steve waited for Dustin to give his answer. You can tell he was hesitating in his reply.

“I found it in my trash when I came home on Halloween. And I kept it…because of a girl,” he rushed the last bit out.

You had to stop in your tracks and turn around at the boy on trial. He halted in his steps when he was close to running into you. A pinch of his brows along with the confused look gracing his face showed he didn’t know why you stopped walking.

“So you’re telling me that you kept a dangerous creature because you thought a girl might be impressed?” You didn’t mean to hold anger in your tone.

Dustin shrunk into himself a bit, “ye-yeah,” he replied in a stutter.

“Dustin, two things. One, you have already been told to not take home wild animals, and two why didn’t you tell anyone, like Hopper for example.”

“To your questions, one: I did tell the party and Max.”

“Who’s Max?” Steve butted in. You also wanted to know, but that wasn’t important right now.

“And two,” he raised his voice, “I didn’t realize what he was at the time, not until he got bigger, and oh yeah! Ate my cat!”

“All right, so, let me get this straight.” Steve’s voice stopped your heated conversation, “you kept something you knew was probably dangerous to impress a girl who…who you just met?”

“All right, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.”

You separated yourself from the close distance formed between you and Dustin. The three of you went back to throwing meat and walking, wanting to continue this topic, but needing to get your task done by sunset. Then you remembered Dustin mentioning a girl named Max, and immediately thought of mad max at the arcade.

“Is Max the girl you just met? Also, is she mad max from the arcade?” “What’s a mad max?” “Someone at the arcade who beat all of Dustin’s high scores.”

Dustin huffed, “yes, Max is mad max.”

“Ah, so you like a girl who’s better at games,” you joked.

Before Dustin could answer Steve asked your earlier question, “Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?”

“An interdimensional slug? Because it’s awesome.”

“It’s not Dustin,” you argued.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I…I just…” Steve sighed, “I don’t know. I just feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

You took a glance over your shoulder and smiled at the sight before you, Dustin and Steve standing beside each other. Steve trying to help Dustin with his girl problems, it’s like they were suddenly friends.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?” Dustin muttered.

‘God, you wanted to run your fingers through those strands one day’

“It’s not about the hair, man.”

“Oh, then do tell us the actual reason you score girls, Harrington,” you teased.

“The key, Byers, with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?” Dustin was confused, you were too.

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.”

You had to stop this before Dustin got the wrong idea, “oh, so ignoring girls is your advice?”

“That’s not- no not ignoring just not caring.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, then what?”

“You just wait until, uh….until you feel it.”

You were seriously contemplating throwing meat at Steve’s face right now.

“Feel what?” Dustin inquired.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh…electricity, you know?”

“Steve, what the hell are you trying to implant into Dustin?”

“What, I’m just trying-”

“So, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-” Dustin was using science as his guide.

Steve stopped him, “no, no, no, no, no. Like a… Like a sexual electricity. You feel that and then make your move.”

You stopped walking at this point, completely flabbergasted by what Steve was ‘teaching’ Dustin, “Steve, you can’t tell a thirteen-year-old about ‘sexual electricity’.”

“So, that’s when you kiss her?”

You threw your hands at Dustin after his question, “My point proven. He’s gonna do something stupid because of your terrible advice.” You turned to Dustin as he was quiet during your rant, “Dustin, don’t ignore girls.” “I didn’t say-” you cut Steve off with a hand to his face.

“Don’t ignore or act like you don’t care. Girls don’t like that. Show genuine interest in her, in things she likes. Try and make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world.”

“Okay, sure, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a…I don’t know, like a lion.” Steve was going back to his way of advice to Dustin, it just made you roll your eyes and went back to walking and throwing meat. “But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a…like a ninja.”

“What type is Nancy?”

Your blood ran cold. Wishing you could run further down the tracks away from the boys, or regret leaving your cassette player at home, you could be listening to ABBA right now! But, no. You were stuck listening to the boy you like talk about his girl- sorry, ex-girlfriend, to give Dustin terrible dating advice.

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.”

The twist to the knife was hard. Like the hand was taunting you, playing sick games so when it unexpectedly twisted and dug deeper, it would steal the breath from your lungs.

You pretend to not hear their whispers, you didn’t want to talk anyway. So you just threw cubes of meat beside you and zoned out, trying to think of a happy memory or remember how one of the million songs you love started.

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

“But this girl’s special, too, you know. It’s just, like, something about her. Kinda like (Y/n).”

Your ears perked at your name, but you showed no sign that you caught it. You wished that Steve said something similar to how he described Nancy, but he didn’t.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.”

“What?”

A look over your shoulder showed they stopped walking and were just facing each other now. You walked a bit further, close enough where you could faintly hear their voices still, but enough space for you.

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” “What, (Y/n), ha, no,” you blushed at the nervous tone lacing Dustin’s words.

“What, no doofus, this new girl…Max.”

“Oh, uh, no. No,” he still seemed hesitant in his words.

“Okay, good. Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.”

You could hear the tiny infliction of hurt, how Steve is quietly telling you and Dustin that he fell deeply in love with Nancy, and all he got back in return, instead of an I love you, was his heart broken by her silence and drunken words.

You turned to look at the duo, Dustin with his head down and Steve who was looking at different points of contact. He would be looking at the ground or he would tilt his head to sneak a glance at Dustin’s quiet face, or he would end up making eye contact with you as you waited for them to catch up to you.

You saw him lick his lips and seemed hesitant in saying something, but spoke anyway, “Fabergé.”

“What?” Dustin asked for the two of you.

Steve pointed a gloved hand at his hair, “It’s Fabergé Organics,” an amused smile appeared upon your lips.

“Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair’s damp…it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp…”

“Damp.”

Bemused by the new topic and Steve now being serious about his hair products and routine, along with Dustin listening to his instructions, you let the earlier conversations slip from your mind.

“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

You had to hide the snort that left your nose, “Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin’s voice filled with amusement.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?” Steve was pointing a finger at him while he was holding meat.

“What about (Y/n)? She’s also here and probably heard this whole conversation.”

You stayed forward, not wanting to be involved.

“I know (Y/n) can keep secrets. So, do you understand? You blab and you’re dead.”

“Fine, okay. I won’t tell.”

And you heard their feet moving again, pieces of meat falling onto the tracks and dead leaves.

“Farrah Fawcett, really?” You had to ask.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, she’s hot.”

“Yeah,” Dustin replied.

You turned back around and had to give it to Steve.

‘Yeah, she’s hot’

…

It was now probably five in the afternoon when your trio arrived at the abandoned junkyard. Steve pulled his black ray bans from his backpack, sliding them on to protect his eyes, and then, suddenly, a second pair came into your field of vision. You looked at Steve with a confused brow and he waved them.

“I had an extra pair in the glove compartment.”

A silent thank you passed when you took the glasses and slid them onto your nose bridge. You turned to Steve, a smile adorning his lips. “They look good.”

“I’ll try not to steal them.”

“Nah, you can have them.”

It’s stupid how your heart thumps during this simple conversation about ray bans.

“If you two can pay attention,” Dustin’s voice interrupted. You can tell Steve rolled his eyes under the dark lenses.

“This is a good spot, Dustin,” you clapped his shoulder in excitement.

“Yeah, this is pretty good. This will do just fine,” Steve agreed as he walked off.

You could see the wide grin on Dustin’s face when Steve called out, “Good call dude.”

“Aw, does someone like having an older male friend in their life?” You poked a finger into Dustin’s sides.

He squirmed away from you and swatted your hand away, “Stop being weird,” and he followed after Steve.

A giggle escaped your lips and you just shook your head at Dustin’s display. Seeing Steve and Dustin interacting made you happy, but it was like a bucket of cold water was splashed over your head Carrie style. You don’t know where Will or Jonathan are at this moment, they could be at home now worrying about you, or they could still be out there not thinking about how scared and anxious they are making you. You wished you had a phone or something, but Dustin has his…

“Dustin!” You shouted.

Their two heads shot up when you called for Dustin, your figure running down the slope with the bucket of meat in one hand and the wind brushing the loose strands of hair off your face. Steve stood up from the ground where he and Dustin threw the rest of their meat, his hands coming out to brace your incoming speed.

“Woah, what’s the sudden rush?”

You ignored him, only pushing the bucket into his chest, “Dustin, you have your walkie, right?”

He points at the antenna sticking above his head, “Duh, you think I’m wearing this as a statement?”

You backhanded his shoulder, “Dude, shut up. I need to borrow it.”

“Why?” “ ‘Cause no one was home when we left-” “Wait, Steve spent the night?” a teasing glint to his voice and eyes.

Now Steve smacked him upside the head, “Shut up, dingus.”

“Anyway! There wasn’t anyone home this morning and I wanted to check in, maybe Jonathan got back after we left.”

“Dude, give her the damn walkie.” “Alright! Geez.”

He unplugged the antenna and headset and handed it over with a huff. You didn’t need to tune it.

“Will? Mom? Anyone home?” There was silence on the other side.

You stepped away from the boys wanting a bit of privacy in case those annoying tears appeared.

“Jonathan? Jonathan, are you home? Anyone, please just answer.”

Again no one spoke and just when you were about to walk back to Dustin it crackled to life, “(Y/n). It’s Jonathan.”

A sigh of relief passed, and you pressed the walkie into your chest as a silent thank you to whomever.

“Oh, thank god. Jonathan, where the hell have you been?”

“I’ll explain later. Where’s mom and Will?”

“They’re not there?” “No, only Bob’s car when we pulled in.”

“Who’s ‘we’, Jonathan,” you noted.

It went dead for almost a minute, you thought the battery suddenly died out on you.

“Uh, it’s me and…Nancy.”

A hand came up to your forehead and rubbed at your temples. While you were worried about Will and Hopper for the past two days, the reason Jonathan left so earlier on Friday was because of Nancy. She had Steve whipped around her finger and already Jonathan is being threaded. You’re not angry at either of them, just really annoyed at this moment.

“Okay, well since you’ve been gone, Will had an episode. So, if he and mom aren’t home you might want to check the lab.”

“Okay, and where are you?” “None of your business.” “(Y/n), come on.”

“I’ll be home late, over and out.” And with that, you turned the walkie off.

You stomped over to Steve and Dustin, your face probably giving off how you felt after the conversation because you noticed the look exchanged between the two, “You okay?” Steve questioned.

“Never better,” a grit to your words.

Steve reached out a hand and before it could touch your arm or wherever it was gonna land, a far-off voice called out.

“I said medium-well!”

Everyone wiped their heads in search of the voice. You were greeted by the sight of Lucas and a new girl beside him. Lucas sent a wave and you happily threw one back in greeting and the duo walked over to your group.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked Dustin.

Dustin not giving a reply the both of you looked at him, and the look on his face broke a piece of your heart. You knew that look on his face, knew the emotions running through his mind and heart. It’s something you saw in the mirror every day, it’s the hurt you felt every time you saw Steve and Nancy together, the two of them happy and infatuated with each other. It’s something you saw in Jonathan’s eyes and sometimes Will’s. It was the look of your heart breaking slowly.

“Okay, right now we need to set up a base inside that bus. So, we need to forfeit it to withstand damage,” and Steve clapped his hands together.

He walked off and pulled the yellow gloves off, pulled the redhead with him, and pointed out stuff, probably giving her instructions. Dustin grabbed Lucas by the arm and dragged him off behind a red car. Throwing off the gloves and dropping them near a pile of trash you walked to Steve and asked what you should do.

“Uh, try to find big pieces of sheet metal to cover the bus.”

A nod of your head and you were off looking for the needed supplies. Walking around the junkyard you found multiple things of sheet metal and dragged them back to the bus. You even found an ax that was in good condition so you left it by the bus as a reminder to grab it.

You and the redhead met at the bus, each with a new sheet of metal.

“I’m (Y/n), Byers. You might have met my little brother, Will.”

“Yeah, we’ve met. I’m Max, Mayfield.”

“Uh, would you happen to be related to Billy Hargrove?” you were just a bit curious since you remember her leaving his car a few days ago.

“He’s- he’s my stepbrother,” she seemed to hate this fact.

A thudding sound resonated throughout the trash, you looked up and saw Steve standing at the trunk of the red car, both Lucas and Dustin standing to look at him. He threw an arm out and pointed in your general direction, probably telling the boys off for not helping. You looked at Max and she was also paying attention before walking off.

And so with an hour and a half left of sunlight, the five of you went to work on setting everything up and ready for the coming danger to come tonight.

…

Once the bus was set up, the meat bait and a line of gasoline ready to go, everyone huddled into the ruined bus. It went Lucas, Max, Dustin, you and then Steve coming behind and shutting the door shut.

Everyone went to different spots inside, you sat near the back and leaned against the side of the bus with your legs stretched in front of you, Max sat behind the ladder and stared at everyone, Steve sat in the middle and flicked the lighter on and off. Dustin was pacing a bit and Lucas went to the roof to stake out the darkened junkyard.

“So, you really fought one of these things before? Both of you?”

You understand where Max is coming from. Moving to a new town and these kids try telling you that a small town like Hawkins is the complete opposite of your ideal image, that an evil lab held experiments and opened a gate to an Upside Down version of your town where interdimensional monsters run around. And that a kid didn’t go missing in the woods, he was on the run for a week trying to stay alive and make it home. You wouldn’t believe them either if you hadn’t experienced it firsthand.

“Yeah, but it was a big Demogorgon, and it was in my house.”

She looked perplexed at the casual air you gave that statement. All Steve did was nod his head and flicked the lighter closed.

“And you’re, like, totally, one hundred percent sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit. Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear.”

“Dustin, dude.” You weren’t sure what this sudden attitude towards Max was, but it was pissing you off.

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us? Just go home.” You and Max both shared similar looks of disbelief and shock at this attitude. Max just scoffed at him and got up from her seat, “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” And she headed up the ladder to join Lucas.

Steve let out a breathy laugh at the display, “That’s good. Just show her you don’t care.”

“Steve, this is why you shouldn’t give that crappy advice. It just pissed her off.”

Dustin stopped his pacing, “I don’t,” he said to Steve.

Steve turned to look at Dustin, “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.”

“Steve, did you really pull all those girls?” You taunted.

He whipped his head so fast at the question, “Are you insinuating I didn’t?”

“Wow, big word,” a snarky Dustin comment.

You ignored him, “I’m just saying, how were you able to get girls if you ignored them, pretended you didn’t care about them or their interest? It’s a shitty move.” Speaking from a similar experience.

The early days of high school where boys would talk to you at your locker, a charming smile tricking you into their little games being played behind your back. Getting ready for a date someone wanted to take you on, and when you got to wherever they took you, whether it be Lovers Lake, Skull Rock for a ‘picnic’, or a drive-in, they always wanted the same thing. To win a prize and humiliate you. They never got the prize, but you always got humiliated.

“Look I- I didn’t mean for it to sound…”

“Dude you’re just digging yourself into a grave,” Dustin muttered.

You pulled yourself deeper into the bus, trying to curl yourself into a ball at this moment, “Girls want to feel loved, we want to feel appreciated by that special person. Someone who wholeheartedly, and genuinely shows their devoted interest in you. We don’t want to feel like a trophy to be won and then thrown away, life already makes us feel that way,” you whispered in the last part.

“(Y/n)-” Steve’s voice was cut off by the sound of growling from outside.

You jumped to look out the window, Dustin and Steve copying. All you could see was a thick fog covering the junkyard floor.

“You see him?” Dustin asked.

“No,” both you and Steve answered.

“Lucas, what’s going on?” Dustin screamed into the roof.

Lucas told him to hold on and it was quiet for the next minute. The growling coming back telling you it was out there, but just hiding.

“I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock! Ten o’clock!” Lucas yells.

You tried looking in the general direction of ten o’clock, but all you saw was fog and trashed cars. You should probably look into glasses soon.

“I don’t-”

“There,” Steve cut you off.

You left your area of the bus and joined the boys, leaning your right side into Steve’s to try and look for Dart. You could barely make out his shadowed figure.

“What’s he doing?” Dustin inquired.

“I don’t know,” Steve stated. “He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?”

“Maybe he’s sick of cow?” You nervously joke.

Steve backed away from the window, you turned your attention away from Dart and focused on Steve who seemed to be thinking through a stupid plan. Dustin turned around as well, Steve looking between the both of you before turning away and towards the front of the bus.

“Steve? Steve, what are you doing?” Dustin urged.

“Steve-”

He turned around and threw the lighter at you, “Just get ready.”

“What? Steve, no, please. Please don’t-” you pleaded with him.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.” And he left the bus.

You and Dustin rushed back to the windows of the bus, watching as Steve slowly walked further into the lion’s den with only a nail-studded bat as protection. He swung the bat low, parting the fog layer. His back was hunched over a bit and his head was whipping all around, trying to keep a close eye on any movement. As he got further in he raised the bat at shoulder level, his steps still slow, waiting for any action. He let out a low whistle to alert Dart of his presence since he wasn’t taking the meat anymore.

“What’s he doing?” Max questioned as she came down the ladder.

“Expanding the menu.” You smacked Dustin’s shoulder, “That’s not funny.” Now the three of you watched as he stood right in front of the meat pile, his feet constantly moving. The bat held steady in front of him, keeping his defense up.

“He’s insane.”

“He’s awesome.” “No, he’s insane and stupid for going alone,” so you smacked the lighter into Dustin’s chest and grabbed your new ax.

“Seriously?” “Just be ready,” you mirrored Steve’s words.

As you exited the bus you kept an eye out, not knowing if Dart was the only one here tonight. And your question was answered when Lucas shouted, “Steve, watch out! Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

And sure enough, there were not one, but two new Demogorgons stalking closer to Steve. You walked a bit closer to be near Steve, not wanting him to be their dinner.

“Steve! Abort! Abort!” Dustin cried from the open bus.

“Steve!” You yelled.

He turned around at you and Dustin shouting for him then turned back to Dart just as he rushed forward along with one of the others. He rolled out of the way in time, falling onto the hood of a nearby car and landing on his feet, able to hit one of the creatures.

“Steve, run!” “Steve, hurry!” They continued to shout.

You swung at one of the three animals that were close to you, trying to keep a distance from the both of you as you ran back to the bus. Steve grabbed your hand as he ran by and pulled you with him, the two of you having to outrun the four-legged animals. Steve pushed you into the open doors first then came in behind and Dustin shut the doors, a Demogorgon running into it.

“Shit!” Lucas and Dustin wailed.

“Are they rabid or something?”

Steve pulled some metal from the front window to reinforce the door.

“They can’t get in! They can’t!” “You think we don’t know that Lucas!” You shrieked.

Now all of them were throwing themselves against the bus, shaking it around like an earthquake. You all screamed in terror, Steve keeping his feet against the metal on the door. You gripped Steve’s arm then suddenly one of them got through the door. You reached for your ax as Steve started to hammer at it with his bat, the kids rushing to the back. Dustin began to call for backup again, “Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God! Anyone!”

“I don’t think God’s gonna help us!” You babbled.

“We’re at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!”

Steve kept batting at the door, their claws seeping into the cracks. They left a dent in the back from their impact. You looked up at the roof when you started hearing the metal bending from the weight. Max was standing right under an opening and started to scream. You threw her out of the way and saw it, a Demogorgon looking into the bus. You held your ax up, ready to defend the kids and yourself, but you didn’t need to. Because suddenly it perked its head up and then ran off.

“What just happened?” Max whispered.

No one had the energy to answer that question. The five of you are just waiting to see if they’ll come back. When it sounded quiet, not a single growl was heard. You all made your way outside the bus. Steve stepped out first, a loud banging sound caught you off guard, “jeez.” He had his bat at the ready and you held the ax low, but neither of you saw anything out there.

“Did Steve scare ‘em off?” Dustin questioned. “No, no way.” He turned to the four of you, “they’re going somewhere.”

It clicked, “the lab.” A tremble to your voice.

…

“You’re positive that was Dart?” “Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt.”

“He was tiny two days ago.”

“Well, he’s molted three times already.”

Dustin and Lucas’ argument lasted for five minutes now, while the five of you walked on the tracks in the direction of the lab.

“Malted?” Steve asked, mispronouncing the word.

“No, molted. He shed his old skin to make room for growth,” you explained.

The sun’s warmth was replaced with the cool night air, along with the goosebump feeling on your arms that something could be watching you in the thick tree line. The two boys walked ahead of everyone, whispering sometimes or loudly voicing their opinion. Steve walked in the middle, his eyes moving between the boys to look at the woods or taking a glance over his shoulder to make sure you and Max were keeping up. Max seemed a bit quieter after the demodog incident earlier, which you fully understand. She kept thinking the four of you were crazy or pulling a bad prank on her, she kept insisting it was just a large animal. But once she saw it directly in front of her, ready to attack and eat her, you knew she came to the full realization.

So, when you all packed up and headed off to the lab, you stayed behind to keep her company.

“Are you… are you okay?” you knew it was a stupid question, but you felt the need to ask.

Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her green Adidas zip-up, hair tucked behind her ears, but falling over her shoulders. She would scuff her sneakers into the dirt and leaves, her shoulders hunched close to her ears. She was very quiet, but you wanted to know what she was thinking, so you would give her time to answer.

“I… You said you fought one before?”

“Uh, yeah. Last year, it kinda destroyed my house a bit. But there was only one at the time and it was full grown. Steve was there too.”

You saw her take a look in the boys' direction, and you do the same. You saw Lucas and Dustin walking side by side and Steve was walking close behind, his head bent forward.

“He was- Steve was courageous tonight and even the first time. Saved my older brother from getting killed,” you added for Max.

She was quiet again, and you waited a bit to see if she would have something to say. When she did, she seemed hesitant in her words.

“How are you- how are you so…calm about this? You almost got attacked, we all almost got hurt. Those things… they wanted to kill us.”

You processed your thoughts for a moment, “I- I think it’s my coping mechanism. I have past trauma about something else, and it’s either I make jokes out of it or I…I choose to be in denial. And I think over the last year… I slowly came to terms with certain things. I still hate all this, I wish it would go away for good, but at least I have people I can go to. Plus I have to protect you kids, always doing stupid shit on your own.” You nudged her shoulder for the last part, a smile gracing her once solemn face.

The two of you went back to walking in silence, well silence of the conversation. The boys and nature-filled in the empty void. Your hands kept a bit of warmth in the back pockets of your jeans, your feet getting colder by the minute.

You thought back on your conversation between you and Jonathan earlier, you regret getting upset at him. He deserves to do his own thing, he had to take care of everyone else and last year was no exception. You just wished he told you, he knows you don’t like being thrown to the wolves, being left to hold the fort without any backup. But that’s something you can’t dwell on any longer, right now you just need to get to the lab and find Will.

“Wait, a cat?”

Suddenly the boys all stopped in their tracks, Steve ahead of everyone with Lucas facing Dustin. You and Max halted to a stop before running into them. Lucas looked confused by whatever was said before, you weren’t paying close attention to their conversations.

“Dart ate a cat?” Oh, Steve might have said something.

“No, what? No,” Dustin was doing a bad job of saving face.

“What are you talking about? He ate Mews.”

You and Max were both confused, “Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max questioned. “It’s Dustin’s cat,” Steve confirmed.

You turned to Dustin just as he turned to look at Steve, “Your cat’s name was Mews?” “Steve!” Dustin shouted at his friend.

Lucas shoved at Dustin’s shoulder in anger, “I knew it! You kept him!”

“No!” Dustin shouted.

“No?”

“No, I…No, I…” you, Steve, and Max were watching the two boys, Dustin failing to think of something.

He finally gave up, “He missed me. He wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit!” Lucas blurted, and you saw Steve barely flinch at the word.

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon, okay?”

“Oh, so now you admit it?” “Guys, who cares?” Max voiced, “we have to go.”

“I care!” Lucas yelled to Max then faced Dustin, “You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!”

“So did you!” Now Dustin was yelling at Lucas.

“What?”

You stole a glance at Steve, he was exasperated by this whole conversation, and honestly, you were getting there as well. Then suddenly Dustin shined his flashlight directly into Max’s face.

“Dude,” you threw a hand out to drop the light.

“You told a stranger the truth!”

She scoffed at his remark, “a stranger?”

“You wanted to tell her, too!” Lucas commented.

“Yeah, but I didn’t, Lucas, okay? I didn’t tell her!”

Then suddenly you could hear screeching in the distance, Steve hearing as well with his head following in your direction. The kid's argument is drowned out by the loud rushing of blood passing your eardrums, your heart beating quicker. Steve walked forward a bit, his light shining into the blackout forest. You followed a step behind, a light tremble coming into your hands making the light shake. The sudden weight on your wrist distracted you from the faint screeching and instead focused on the feel and warmth of Steve’s hand circling your wrist.

“Guys?” Steve tried to call the kids.

They kept yelling at each other, to focus on their conversation. You kept your eyes forward while Steve twisted to face them and yelled out for them again, this time louder, “Guys!”

Their talking stopped and another wave of screeching could be heard. Your breathing was picking up, worried for your family if they were inside the lab right now. You started to flick at your nails with the hand that was held in Steve’s grasp.

“Hey,” his voice was quiet, only for you.

You didn’t turn your head, wanting to keep an eye on the forest, scared of any tricks it could play when you were caught off guard. Your fingers stopped flicking at your nails when Steve’s hand slid from your wrist, slotting his fingers between yours. Your breath caught in your throat, and the pressure of a squeeze from him released it. You wanted to look at him but didn’t dare.

He began walking forward, further into the woods, his grasp pulling you behind him. Then the kids followed, but you could hear Max protesting. The four of you, the horror movie protagonist that walks toward the suspicious noise, you’ll either die or make it to the final act.

…

Your group trekked through the woods, your feet slipping in the wet spots at times, but Steve’s hold on your hand saved you from eating dirt. He held your hand the whole time, you could feel the kids' eyes watching, but you ignored them. You wanted to savor this moment for however long it was gonna last. When the five of you reached a clearing that looked over most of Hawkins, Steve slipped his hand free, you already missed the warmth and comfort.

Everything was completely dark and a little fog covered most of your view. Only the distant yellow color of lights allowed you to see where a building was located.

“I don’t see him,” Dustin mentioned.

“It’s dark, Dustin, obviously you can’t see him,” you mouthed.

Lucas pulled his binoculars up to his eyes and scanned the area.

“Can you see the lab?” You asked him.

It took a moment, but then he answered, “Yeah, and it looks to be completely dark.” “Dark? What- What do you mean dark?”

“I mean, there isn’t a single light on. It might be a blackout.”

You spared Steve a look, “I don’t like that, they could be on lockdown because of something.” You wrung your hands together. “(Y/n), everything is fine,” Steve was trying to comfort you, “I’m sure it’s nothing. We’ll head that way and check it out, okay?”

You glance in the general area where the lab was located then back to your group, Max looking at you and Steve while Dustin and Lucas look at each other and then to you. So, you nodded your head and started to walk off back into the woods, the other four following just behind you.

…

“(Y/n)!” His voice called out, you ignored it.

“(Y/n)!” His voice was closer this time, but you still ignored him and continued forward.

‘You needed to get to the lab.’ ‘You had to make sure your family was safe.’ ‘If Hopper, Bob, and Mike were in there as well, you needed to make sure they came out alive.’ ‘You can’t lose anyone, you can’t lose anyone, you can’t-’

“(Y/n),” his hand grasped your wrist again and brought you to a halt.

Steve pulled you into his bubble, the arm he held was close to his chest and in between your two bodies. The tip of your shoes brushed against his in the breath of space separating the two of you. You had tilted your head up just a bit to look at Steve, his taller figure looming over you. His eyes were peering into yours, it felt invasive as if he was trying to search your very mind, but also it was comforting to know he cared enough to worry about you in this instance.

“I know you’re worried about Will and anyone else at the lab, but we need to be careful,” he sighed, “I gotta keep you and the three morons safe.”

You held a fixed gaze on him, noting the pained look slapped across his face. His eyes watching you, zooming over your face, almost in an intimate way. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Steve loosened the hold on your wrist and dropped it free. He used that hand to push it through his hair, a nervous gesture you’ve picked up.

“I- I can’t have another person get killed because of my stupidity,” his hand slapped his outer thigh.

Your heart crushed at the crack in his words. He thought Barb died because of him.

“Steve…Barb didn’t die because of you.”

“Yeah, well… if I didn’t take Nancy up to my room, maybe she would have left with Barb. I- I just…”

You stopped him, a hand automatically caressing his cheek. You just crossed one of your boundaries, but at this moment you didn’t care. Steve needed to know.

“Steve, none of this is your fault, it’s not even Nancy’s fault either. We didn’t know about the Demogorgon yet, how would you have known something this evil was lurking in your backyard?”

He tried to look away from you, you threw another hand and now Steve’s face was being gently held between your two. You need to make sure he gets your message.

“Steve, I want you to listen closely,” his eyes were pleading with your own, “you are not responsible for Barbara’s death, no matter what anyone says, you didn’t kill her. The Demogorgon killed her. And sadly we weren’t able to save her in time.”

“But if I-“

“No, Steve. Just stop, okay, just stop for a moment.”

You slid your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulder and finally, they settled on his upper arms.

“Steve Harrington, you may have been a douchebag that only wanted to get into Nancy’s-“

He scoffed, “Byers.”

“But! But, you are not that type of person anymore. You were helping Dustin with his little problem before I came along, you’re spending a perfectly fine Saturday with me and three kids walking around in the woods on the hunt for baby monsters.”

He chuckled at the sentiment, “I wanted to hang out with you, but I wasn’t expecting we would be doing this.”

You gave a breathy laugh, “Yeah, me either.”

“Look what I’m trying to say, but failing at it is, sometimes these certain events happen no matter what, just so they would lead to a fixed outcome. Maybe even if Barbara didn’t come to your house that night with Nancy, someone else could have gotten killed, or there could be many other scenarios,” your hands flapping around in the air. “The point is, it’s in the past now, and it’s something we can’t change, we can only learn from our mistakes and walk forward.”

You stood with your fist against your hips and legs spread out a bit, it was like a knock-off superhero pose you were giving, for whatever reason. You expected to hear Steve say something along the lines of, “that was good advice” “thank you for getting that information through my thick skull” “(Y/n) Byers, I’m madly-” But all you got from him was the delicate sound of his giggles.

“What’s so funny, Harrington?” Your head tilts in question.

He held a hand to cover his mouth, a finger resting just under his nose, “Ah, it’s- it’s nothing.” “No, come on. You were so quiet just a few seconds ago, now you are giggling about something. Was it my little speech, are you making fun of me?”

He rushed to correct you, “No, no, no. It wasn’t- Thank you for the little pep talk. I appreciated it,” he held his hands out. “It’s just… I remember you used to do that little pose in elementary school,” he pointed a finger to indicate what he meant.

“Oh,” you slouched from the pose, “my mom…she uh- she used to call me her little Wonder Woman, and that was her signature pose. I saw it as a way for me to be her. I imagined I was Wonder Woman, someone who was strong, can hold her own, and protected people from monsters.”

You looked at your feet and whispered, “I’m my family’s Wonder Woman.”

You peeked over at Steve as the both of you went walking again, you talking and he was just silent, his shoulders skimming against your own. His eyes were turned down to the floor, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, wind sweeping through his hair, and his lips held a quaint smile on them.

“Yeah, I- I remember one time,” he was chuckling at the memory, “there was one time at school when- I believe it was Sharon Halloway, she shoved James Barnes in the chest and he fell straight on his ass.”

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny!” “No, I know. But after she shoved him, I saw you, small little (Y/n) Byers storming over to the scene of the crime, standing tall and protective, striking your pose to protect James.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks because you now remember that memory and also how it ended, “Yeah, but do you also remember how Sharon shoved at my shoulder and I pushed her a bit too hard, also I might have slapped her…” Steve turned his eyes on you, “I had really bad anger problems when I was younger,” you tried to play off.

The two of you walked in silence and it was comforting.

Then Steve nudged your shoulder, “So if you’re Wonder Woman, who am I?”

You looked quizzically at him, “What do you mean?”

“Well, does she have a sidekick or something?”

You pointed a finger at him, “Steve, you may think it’s ‘nerdy’ to like comics, but I will make you read some, mark my words.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Uh, but to answer your question, there is a guy in the comics who helps her.” “And,” he pushed forward.

“Steve Trevor, he’s a fighter pilot,” ‘and a love interest’, but that’s something you won’t add.

Steve grinned at the character, “I think that’s perfect for me.”

“Yeah, completely,” you replied in a lovesick haze.

Again silence filled your bubble for a while.

And then you heard Lucas shout out from somewhere in the dark, “Guys! We’re here!” And the kids walked a bit faster, making you and Steve pick up speed to put yourselves first.

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You and Steve shined your torches that illuminated a path that led to the road of the lab. As you were getting closer to the clearing you could hear someone shouting, you couldn’t make out what they were saying or if they were even shouting in your direction. Just as you were out of the forest, Steve was in front with the bat in his hands and you were a step behind with your ax in hand as well, Steve stopped in an abrupt halt causing Dustin to slam into your back making you trip over your feet and scramble to grab Steve for support.

“Christ, Dustin.” “Steve? (Y/n)?” The two mystery voices screeched.

You looked away from Dustin and faced the voices of Nancy and Jonathan.

“Nancy?” Steve asked while walking forward.

“Jonathan?” Dustin questioned.

“What are you doing here?” Nancy asked while marching forward.

“What are you doing here?” Steve retorted as your group headed toward them. “We’re looking for Mike and Will, and (Y/n) said they might be at the lab,” Nancy answered.

You felt eyes on you and you took that opportunity to grab Jonathan by his arm and yank him away from your group. You needed to talk with him anyway.

“(Y/n), why are you with Steve?” You scoffed at Jonathan’s tone, “No, you don’t get to ask questions. Especially if they involve Steve.”

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “What I want to know is where the hell have you been for the past two days? And why are you doing who knows what with Nancy?” You demanded an answer from him.

He rubbed a hand over his face, “(Y/n), it’s something I can’t talk about right now-” “Oh! Oh, how convenient!” “(Y/n)!” Jonathan all but yelled out your name, “what I want to know right now is why the gates to the lab are closed and why Will is inside.” He threw his arms at the closed gate where his car was stationed in front and the blacked-out lab.

Just before you could say anything the loud sound of screeching could be heard from a close distance. You turned towards your group and they were also looking at the lab, they heard the noises as well. The two of you rushed to the others, Jonathan falling beside Nancy and you beside Steve. Everyone was talking over the other, Dustin trying to explain the situation, Lucas butting in, Max providing unnecessary information. It was too much for you at the moment.

You had to step away from the noise, cover your ears, close your eyes, and hum a song to yourself to not think for just a moment. Voices were too loud, your heart was thumping too hard, your eyes were stinging, and your breathing was both harsh and quick-paced.

It wasn’t until a hand squeezing your shoulder pulled your eyes open and hands away from your ears. You saw Nancy standing beside you, a concerned pull to her brows and worry swimming in her eyes.

“You okay?” Her voice was a whisper.

You rubbed your hands over your face, “ah, just- just overwhelmed.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded at your answer. You looked away from her and at that moment you saw the lights of the lab turn on, floor by floor, the lab had lights again.

“That power’s back,” you muttered, then you turned to the group and said louder, “the power’s back!”

The six of you rushed to the guard's box, Jonathan rushing into it and pushing against the buttons. Everyone else was watching the gate, waiting for it to open. Nothing was happening.

“Let me try,” Dustin sounded impatient, you understood.

The two scuffled a bit, Dustin yelling at Jonathan and then him yelling at the buttons for not opening the gate at his touch. You started to hop on the tips of your toes, needing the stupid gate to open already so they could escape.

After what felt like hours to your racing mind, but was probably only two minutes in real-time, the gate finally opened. You exhaled a sigh of relief and headed to Jonathan’s car before he stopped you.

“What the-” “Just wait here.”

“What? No, I-” “(Y/n)! Just wait!” And with that Jonathan and Nancy hopped in his car and drove into the lion’s den.

You watched in disbelief as his headlights disappeared the further they went. Jonathan just pushed you to the side, but let Nancy go with him. Both your brothers were there and your mom, why couldn’t you go with them?

“Don’t take it personally,” Steve's voiced.

You scoffed, “Don’t- don’t take it personally? Steve, my mom, and my brother are in there. Along with Bob and possibly Hopper, those are people I care about. So I am gonna take it a bit personally when my own brother won’t let me go with them.”

Steve sighed, “(Y/n), he just wants to protect you.”

Again, you scoffed at the statement, “Little late for that,” you muttered.

Before Steve could say anything else, you saw headlights barreling towards the gate and then a horn honking repeatedly. Steve pulled you out the way and you saw the kids running as well to avoid becoming bowling pins. You saw Jonathan’s car rush past without stopping and then you saw Hopper’s truck pull up, you were so relieved at the sight. He stopped the car and waved at the five of you.

“Let’s go.” And Steve reached for the door.

He handed Max the bat and she went in first, then Lucas, and finally Dustin who you handed your ax to. There wasn’t any more room in the back so Steve hopped in the front seat first before pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms tight around your waist as your seatbelt.

With everyone in, Hopper put the car into drive and sped down the dark road like a bat out of hell.

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 5 days

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Hi author more curious ask author! How would ROs be like as grandparents?

Cassandra: Strict still, but very much less than she was with her own kids. She will not tolerate bad or obnoxious behavior and will be swift to correct it, but still spoils them quite a bit; by buying sweets and the toys they want. Denies that she is softer with them and insists that she treats them the same as she kid her own kids.

Valeria: She is their partner in crime. Everything they do will have her support and she will help them get away with stuff too, she is the fun grandma. She does insist on keeping them healthy however, as she becomes more health conscious as she gets older. She doesn't feed them too much sugar but does cook some bomb ass food for them, always. There is no such thing as being hungry with Abuelita Val.

Tomás: Big grumpy ol' softy. Acts tough but always folds to what they want, he loves them too much to see them be sad. Huge victim of being manipulated by the puppy dog eyes. It's a common sight to see him playing in the yard with them, visits to the park are a must and treats after a long day are a certainty. Big defender of them and will the the first in line to defend them from their parents if he thinks they are being unreasonable.

Ludovica: The sweetest nonnina to ever exist. Babies them just as she did her own kids, makes them knitted sweaters and croques them their favorite animals, and sings them to sleep every night. Fusses over their health and acts as if a cold is the black plague. Is always telling her kids to go easy on her grandkids, they are little angels who can do no wrong in her eyes.

Aurelio: Ah, Lord have mercy. He is such a bad influence. Tells them wild stories of his youth that always accidently inspires them to do some wild shit. And remember, his own kids are going to be a handful from the get-go; the problem only passes on in this family's bloodline. Little geniuses that are always using that big brain for the stupidest of endeavors. He does try very hard to help them learn from his mistakes, but he knows you can't protect them from everything. They need to make their own mistakes and be able to learn from them, his job is just to help be there for when they need genuine advice or a shoulder to cry on.

Elio: Lets them do whatever they want, tells them when to be careful but knows it's up to them if they want to listen or not. King of "I told you so" but still coddles them when they get hurt. Age has mellowed him out and because of MC, he has learned to become affectionate in his own ways. His grandkids know that and love him because of his uniqueness, children have a very good sense of things most adults don't see; and they see things in him that most can't.

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whatispersonalspacejyp · 8 months

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Comes animae - Where it all begins

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking

Small summary and info: Y/N and their best friend Sydney (yes, fun fact I’ll be your best friend in this story, cause why not, while I will be preferred as she, you dear reader will address by they/them) had moved to Korea for their last year in college to study abroad. Y/N got an internship at a high school as an art teacher, but because their income is pretty low they got a kind of second job at a bar. There is a massive vampire clan in South Korea, which many citizens weren’t aware of, they had a lot of branches, such as stray kids, BTS, and got7. While their food source was mainly animals, sometimes humans fell victim too.

It was around 11 O’Clock when I heard my roommate yell for me. “Y/N! I want to go out, can’t sleep.” I rolled my eyes and heard her yell that, so I paused the movie I was watching and got up to walk to her room. “Well, you did interrupt me now, so where do you want to go?” I saw Sydney smirk while getting out of her bed. “I’m not sure maybe that café a couple of blocks away it’s always open past midnight.” I smiled at her while nodding. “Let’s get ready then, give me 5 minutes.” So I walked back to my room to change some jeans and a sweater. While walking to the front door, I grabbed my bag, and at the same time, she walked towards me with a smile. “Let’s go if you are ready.”

“Ah, sadly there weren’t any cute guys,” I said smiling while opening the door to the café. Sydney snickers, “Imagine if one of those older men asks us to eat ramen at their house.” she then shivers at the thought, making me laugh. “Yeah that would have been terrible, I guess leaving them unsatisfied would also be kind of fun.” We both sat down and ordered a drink. After a while and at least five drinks we decided to go home. Sydney took out the last sip of her drink before standing up to pay, as it was her idea in the first place. “I swear if we don’t find our apartment back it's because of our stupid asses. God, we’re so doomed.” She cried out, making me laugh. “Sweety, I know the way, no worries. I easily remember routes.” I mumbled as we started to walk away. The eerie silence was giving me an awful feeling. “Uh, I got a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled looking at Sydney—a moment after I said that I felt myself getting pulled into an ally. Sydney screamed immediately to let us go but to no avail. It was clear that these men were intoxicated. We tried to figure out what they wanted, making out something about money and such.” I tried to come to my senses and kicked the man and tried to get my keys so I would have a weapon.

Chan was roaming around the city with one of his fellow vampires Jungkook. They were on a building roof when Jungkook looked at Chan. “Did you hear the scream?” Chan tilts his head upwards, hearing the noise too. “Bet it’s that alleyway near that café. But let’s take a look.” Jungkook followed Chan and stopped when they saw a group of drunk older men surrounding two younger people, who were clearly in distress. “Let’s help them. Those men have been a problem for a while now, also I’m very thirsty.” Chan snickers at the sight as he doesn’t see it often and cracks his neck and knuckles. “Let’s handle this fast and steady.” He licks his lips in anticipation and runs at an inhuman speed at the group, pushing one of them harshly against the wall, so hard that a loud crack is heard.

One of the two fell, because of the speed Chan used to get those men away from them. The other girl quickly ran to her friend to pick them up and ran away in fear. So Jungkook and Chan quickly worked out of it, draining them and then quickly following the two to ensure they were safe. They followed and managed to sit somewhere close, where they could watch into the apartment. “They are not from around here, but they smell very delicious.” Their eyes were glowing red, Chan rubbed the remaining blood from his lips and nodded at Jungkook's statement. “Well maybe for another time, Just to make it clear that one who just walked away, they are mine.” Looking through the window it was clear that one of them walked into a room while the other walked into their bedroom. “Yeah, the one in the bedroom right now I wanted her anyway.” Jungkook agrees and they both decide to get back to their place.

Me and Sydney ran home, not looking back. Once safely home, we decided not to talk and go do our things. Sydney walked into her bedroom and plopped on the bed, clearly falling asleep. I on the other hand still felt freaked out and disgusted. So I decided to take a shower first before putting on some baggy clothes and sat on the couch to watch something to take my mind off after getting harassed. But the alcohol mixing with the tiring events made my eyes close and soon into a slumber on the couch.

Walking up the next morning, my head was killing me. I got up from the couch and into the bathroom to look for some painkillers. When I walked out I noticed Sydney on the couch watching the news.

“Last night there was a new attack, a few men were found dead. What they were doing and how they died is still a mystery, but it seems to be linked to the other people who were found dead by a mysterious animal, that has been pestering our town.”

So last night wasn’t just a weird dream, that happened. “Hey Y/N… that was the ally right, that we were in last night… and those men… they attacked us… right?” I finally looked at Sydney after staring at the TV for a while. “I believe so. But I swear I just kicked one guy. But I do believe there was something else there.” She nods, “Well of course that wasn’t us! Those men had been drained of their blood! I do not know if I should be glad or frightened. That could have been us you know.” Now I looked better at Sydney’s frame, she was shaken, her make-up was smudged, and still in the outfit of last night. “Well we should be happy they didn’t, by the way, go take a shower it could help you know… and wel also you look like shit.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood, while I do agree with her that it was scary what happened. I am also very glad to had a few drinks so I don’t remember everything. “Hey Sydney, let’s avoid alleyways from now on.” She smiled and nodded while getting up. “Yeah, and let’s not tell anyone, my mom would manage to get someone to kidnap me and put me on a flight straight home.” Sydney cried out while walking to the bathroom. I laughed before sitting down on the couch again, grabbing my laptop, to go and get some work done for tomorrow, teaching does come with a fair share of what you could call homework.

Sydney soon walked back in and put a bowl of cereal in front of me. “You have work tomorrow too?” “Yeah, First two hours teaching, then one online class, and after that well go to my other job, so you will probably not see me tomorrow, and you?” Sydney nods in acknowledgment. “Yeah, but I only have work, just looking at flowers all day. But next week there is an excavation again outside of town. By the way, I’ll do the groceries tomorrow so don’t worry about that. Now on that topic, do you need anything?” I rolled my eyes at her. “Of course, some ramen oh, and please ice cream. I probably need it after such a long day. and if you do you will be the best roommate I ever had!” Sydney nodded and wrote it down. “Yeah yeah, but that’s also because I’m the only roommate you ever had…” We bickered a bit further before deciding to put on a drama in the background while we were doing our things.

Jungkook grabs Chan’s arm and drags him into the nearest room. “I can still smell their blood, it’s driving me crazy!” Chan sighed, “Glad to hear I’m not the only one. Those men from yesterday did not satisfy my hunger.” He then leans against the wall and scratches one of his fangs in annoyance. “I just want a little taste,” he mumbles to himself. Jungkook looks at Chan, eyes glowing red. “We do know where they live, let's just check on them. Stalk them, before taking them.” Chan nods at him with a smirk. “I’ll go take a stroll around the block.” Then Chan pushes himself away from the wall and out of the room, heading for the apartment complex. Once arriving he noticed how busy we were with our things before noticing an open window. So he took this chance and snook in. Chan raises an eyebrow once he notices he is in a bedroom. His eyes glow and his heartbeat rises when the smell only grows stronger. With soundless steps, he walks out of the door of the bedroom and finds himself in the living room. ‘There she is’ His fangs clearly show and he steps a bit closer. ‘Just one taste’ He whispered to himself, the smell now intoxicating him.

I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. I then heard a creak from the floor and I turned my head towards the sound and saw nothing. “Sydney?” I kicked the blanket away and decided to investigate since I didn’t get a reply. “Syd? Come on this is not funny.” I walked to the kitchen and then towards her bedroom and saw her working so I closed the door again. “I should stop both drinking and watching horror movies, 'cause it’s now really messing with my head,” I mumbled to myself and stopped in front of my bedroom door but I was distracted when I saw myself in the mirror. “Oh I look terrible, but it’s nothing makeup can’t fix.” Then I walked into the bedroom and smiled at the painting I was making, inspired by some weird dream I had a few nights back. “Ah, just a few more hours, and then the painting will be done.”

Chan noticed the heartbeat changing and quickly moved so he could hide. Once the person walked into the bedroom he tried to slow his heartbeat and peaks from under the bed and noticed the painting, which confused him as it looked like them. He stared at the painting for a while before noticing that the person had left the room, so Chan took the opportunity to crawl from under the bed. He looks around the room once again and then towards the painting. “I’ll make you mine. My obedient doll.” He then quickly jumps out of the window and back to his own home. “I’m back.” Jungkook was gaming with Yugyeom while Bambam walked passed him. “Dude you reak of human.” He laughs before sitting down to see the other two gaming. Chan then quickly made up an excuse. “Well, sometimes I crave blood from them. They taste sweeter than animals.” He tilts his head and rolls up his sleeves. “Hey, I ain’t meaning anything with that comment. Anyway, I hope you had a nice breakfast, also some very good news both JB and RM have gotten jobs at the hospital, so blood packs will come in very soon.” Chan rolled his eyes, why get blood bags when they can just grab any human or animal? “I don’t know if I should be glad.” Bambam looks at Chan confused. “You okay?” Chan nervously points at himself. “Me?” and his head goes all directions before his eyes land on Jungkook. “What about Kook?” He pointed at him, trying to get the focus away from his behavior. “Well, not that I’ve noticed, except for like ignoring questions about last night, like you do now. So can you tell us or should we get either JB or RM to force it out of you? I’m sure they will be curious about your odd behavior.”

I heard the door to Sydney’s room open so I walked back out of my room into the living room. “Done with studying for today.” She nodded and sat on the couch, while I walked into the kitchen. “Those dirty freaks from yesterday made me feel nasty.” Sydney scrunched up her nose and watched as I started making dinner. “Well to be fair, I don’t remember anything.” I wanted to grab something from the top shelve but suddenly felt a pain in my ankle. “Fuck.” I quickly moved to the floor to sit so I could check my ankle. “Oh, Sydney! Don’t worry, just a forgotten sprained ankle!” This made her giggle and she came over to me with a first aid kit. “Hey I had this happen before, no need for that, I can deal with that myself.”I laughed. “Okay fine, at least let's give you a bandage then, and also if it gets worse we get to the doctor okay.” I nodded at Sydney's words, knowing very well I won’t. I bandaged my ankle before slowly getting up and continuing with cooking. Sydney sat down near the counter with a smile. “You know, I had this strange feeling earlier, I had fallen asleep, but then just got the feeling I was being watched, what also didn’t help was that the floor creaked and I noticed my bedroom door moving. I was questioning my sanity.” Sydney laughs. “Well, maybe we’re haunted. I do believe in ghosts you know.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah yeah, you also do know I believe in them so don’t say those things, it freaks me out. but now that you are sitting here and the food is up on the stove, I’m going for a quick shower. “Please you, you smell. I’ll watch dinner don’t worry.” Sydney said while sticking her tongue out. I did that back before walking towards the bathroom.

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