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ohitshoneybee · 7 months

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thank you @nebulousfishgills and @bowersbubbles for uh.. persuading me into writing this. yeah. persuasion. that’s what we’ll call it.

Don’t Fear the Reaper

FNAF Movie!William Afton x OC

Series Content Warning: SUBJECT TO CHANGE/UPDATE AT ANY TIME, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, murder, MASSIVE age gap (it’s like 30 years), smut, like, a lot of smut, much more to come i’m sure

Chapter Content Warning: Mention of dealing drugs, swearing

Credit and THANK YOU to @bowersbubbles for the AMAZING divider and beta reading!

In the past three months, Clara’s managed to go through four jobs. Three waitress positions and a cashier gig at a smaller grocery chain. She moved a couple states away from home for college, an art degree, and has been working her way through it. Her parents desperately wanted her to be a doctor, and for a while she felt obligated to do as they wanted.

“No, Tyler, for the last time! I don’t have cash you can borrow! Get a real fucking job, and then you can come ask.” Clara drags her free hand down her face in exasperation and sighs. Fresh out of a job in the beginning of her third year in college, naturally she doesn’t have any cash to burn. Flipping through a phone book, a name - and title underneath - catches her eye.

Steve Raglan, Career Counsellor.

“I’m.. gonna call you back. No, no don’t call me, don’t come over. I’ll call you.” She tosses the handset onto the base of the landline, praying her boyfriend doesn’t call her again today. Tyler wasn’t exactly the kind of boy to bring home to mom and dad, he sold mostly pot to pay his way through college, and Clara was unfortunate enough to fall for his suave, charismatic façade at a holiday frat party during her second year. She sat and stared at the landline for another couple minutes, debating whether or not she should call this Steve.

On one hand, she knows this’ll be the end of her schooling and independent living if she doesn’t have a steady cash flow, and her parents cut her off from any contact or cash flow when she told them she was going for an art degree.

She picks up the handset and dials the number listed, waiting as it rings once, then twice, then it clicks and picks up in the middle of the third ring.

“Hello? Hello?” A tinny voice comes through, spooking Clara a little.

“Oh, hi. Hello, is this uh.. Steve Raglan?”

“Speaking. What can I do for you?”

“My name is Clara, uh.. I need help finding a job. Can I make an appointment?” She’s a little embarrassed to admit she needs help, but she knows she needs to.

A long pause before she clears her throat, snapping him out of his stunned trance. “Yeah, sorry. You can come in tomorrow, 9 am. Bring your resumeé.” She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“Thank you- oh my gosh, thank you so much. 9 am tomorrow.” She’s almost ecstatic, hoping this isn’t some pointless endeavour.

9 am, on the dot, a small knock on the door snaps Steve back to reality. “Come in.”

“Hi, uh.. Steve Raglan?” Clara pushes the door open with a soft click and peeks in as she asks, two coffees stacked in one hand and tucked under her chin for stability. “Guilty,” he stands to greet her, extending a hand to shake. She smiles and sets the coffees down on his desk, shaking his hand.

“I’m Clara, we spoke briefly on the phone yesterday?” She smiles and sits, offering him a coffee. “They gave me two, I don’t know why. Figure it’s better someone have it than let it go to waste.”

“How generous, thank you.” He nods and pours it into his empty mug, getting up to add some sugar from the coffee station in the corner. “So, you need help with a job. I’m sure I can find you something. You have a resumeé?”

She nods and pulls a purple folder out of her bag and sets it on his desk, a few loose papers inside. “Resumeé, CV, references. If there’s anything I missed, I can update it.”

He settles in his chair again, thumbing through the pages. “Thorough, I like it. Makes my job easy.” She smiles and stares at the coffee in her hands, the warmth seeping through the paper cup. Every time Clara locks eyes with Steve, something in her stomach churns, or her heart flutters, and she goes back to staring at the plastic lid.

“I have a job for you. It’s a little different from what you’re used to, just a heads up, it’s a security gig. Uh, full disclosure, it’s not great. High turnover, I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. Admittedly, the pay isn’t great, but... hours are worse. You get to be your own boss, though. Kinda.”

Clara chuckles, “You’re talking about awful hours to a college kid, I think I’ll be fine.”

Steve smiles and nods, “Fair point. You interested?” He takes a sip, locking eyes with her as she nods.

“Yeah, yes. I can start as soon as possible.” She shifts in her seat, sitting a little taller at the prospect of starting in the next couple of days.

“Good, fantastic.” He scribbles on a notepad before tearing the slip off and sliding it across the desk. “Your day starts at midnight, that’s the address.” He leans back and crosses his arms. “Don’t be late.”

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #william afton x oc #william afton x self insert #lmk if i forget anything lmao

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dianalolihikki · 1 month

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Hey!💜

Today I saw K for the first time.

However, let me start with a different topic.

Today is A's 29th birthday. Yes,me and her are the same age.

In the past, I have been waiting for her birthday for a few days to wish her a happy birthday on messenger.

However, I didn't remember about this year's until yesterday, just after writing this post.

I felt really bad about it,as if I really forgot about her and J.

Although on the other hand I was really stressed about the whole situation with K

Every year I give both A and J long text wishes on messenger.

When I was still going to their camps it was somehow easier to come up with the content of birthday wishes,because I had something to thank them for on the fly. And now? Wishes are shorter, but still not laconic.

To the wishes for A, I always add as many unicorn emoticons as she turns a given year old. A loves unicorns almost as much as J. 🦄

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,DEAR A-CHAN.~🩷🎀🦄

💮💮💮💮

I will now move on to my first meeting with K. Although I don't know if there will be anything to tell,because the meeting was purely organizational and lasted maybe ten minutes.

I was very stressed and in the morning I woke up practically every hour,and finally got up at eight in the morning.

I set the alarm clock for ten o'clock, but I didn't have to use it. Even my mother came at nine in the morning to clean my room already.

The minutes went by terribly for me.

It also turned out that B would be at my place at the same time as K.

Eventually B showed up a few minutes before the arrival of K.

B has other patients besides me. From one of the patients B brought me lilac flowers. I love lilac flowers! B put them in a vase on my desk. Even now they smell beautiful to me

Mom persuaded B to accompany us during the meeting with K. In the end, her presence came out very positive, because it showed K that I am physically active in addition to physiotherapy.

Generally during the meeting I was very stressed. My muscles were spastically stiff almost all the time. I wasn't looking at K, I was mostly stroking the cat. I was also unable to look him in the eye, although if I'm honest I never look anyone in the eye.

Despite this, I answered all of K's questions about my functioning,and he wrote everything down in his notebook.

And so I am of the opinion that he will only see my functioning on Friday at the physiotherapy session.

K addresses me as miss,and I address him as mister. I wonder if it will stay that way or if we will shorten the distance. Physiotherapists approach this very differently,and I don't want to impose anything on him.

I know from K that he brings with him various items for physiotherapy, so he takes it rather seriously.

I was a little saddened that my mother said that she doesn't see any progress in my walking,when E, B see that it is better.

K countered that even small things can be progress. I think I will like him. I feel he will be a hard worker.

We will have a physiotherapy session twice a week, Mondays and Fridays, or Fridays and Wednesdays.

We'll work everything out in more detail at the first physiotherapy session on Friday. It will last an hour.

I'm still stressed, but a little less so.

K is probably B type,because she noticed that he doesn't have a ring.

💮💮💮💮

The two hours with B went by very quickly. I downloaded a streaming app on my TV similar to Netflix, only owned by the state TV in my country.

Now I'm watching a cool costume series there. I was attracted to the lead actress, who used to star in a series with a teacherxstudent theme.

💮💮💮💮

I'm ending for today,I won't write anything more specific because my brain is flooded with dreams of talking to J and A🎀🩷.

#cerebral palsy #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #physically disabled #hikikomori #actually neurodivergent #older men crush #diary #teacher crush

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 66

In The Beginning

Mistakes were made again. I should NOT have taken a nap after dinner. It’s making me very reluctant to being awake now

“In The Beginning”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: doesn’t look like anyone died, so yeah.

Oh Sam, what are you doing??

Ok…i said what I said yesterday and I fucking stand by it today. You can’t pair up Sam and Ruby like this and then IMMEDIATELY have CAs sitting on Dean’s bed! If. You. Don’t. Want. It. Shipped.

Castiel. WARN a guy before sending him back in time. C’mon, man!

Yeah. Yeah…that’s the correct look to have when you meet your dad as an adult six years before you were born

CAS!! You can’t just say “you need to stop it” and then not specify what “it” is!

Is John about to buy the impala?? Oh. Oh, no he’s not. He was gonna buy a VW bus…was it Mary? Was Mary persuading him to buy it?

You can’t just run down the full list of omens to a John that has no idea about the supernatural happenings that will later take over his life

Yeah…you don’t seem suspicious at all following John and Mary around like this. Is this what you’re doing in the prequel/sequel show now, too???

How did I forget that Mary was from a hunter family??

All the weird not-lies the writers have Dean telling “we’re practically family” (to his mom) “been a while [since he’s been in Lawrence, Kansas]. Things have changed a lot…I think”

Man, seems real…hang on, we’re in 1973, ten years before Sam’s born and there’s a demon in Lawrence offering deals in exchange for a decade long IOU?? Mmmmm, it’s THE yellow eyed demon

I love this…”my dad could see the future” is a real line Dean just said and it was just accepted immediately

It’s absolutely wretched having to listen to Mary go on about how sweet John is and how excited she is that he’s going to ask her to marry him and how much she wants out of the hunter life and how marrying John will give her that. How it will make her safe so she can have a family that will NEVER have to live THIS life that she’s had to. And she said it all TO DEAN….and knowing how they all shakes out

It’s a little cruel to tell Dean that Sam’s not looking for him…it’s not incorrect, but dang

Also, who’s really to say that all the people the Winchesters have saved would automatically die if they never become hunters? Maybe a different hunter saves them

No, Samuel (not our Sam)…your daughter jumping to hunt in order to help her friend is not some “female time of the month thing”

Oh…this is like when Sam had the colt and couldn’t shoot because yellow eyes was using John as a human shield, but it’s Dean and Mary now

Oh fuck. Yellow eyes is possessing grandpa…yikes. The posturing, the script. Giving me the ick big time

Hey, uh, wtf??? Hey…raise your hand if you’re a Winchester who HASN’T made a deal with a demon (or at least tried… I don’t think Sam’s went through)

So he couldn’t stop “it.” ExCUSE ME?? He COULDN’T have stopped it?? Oh…”it” was not the deal Mary made. It’s whatever Sam and Ruby are up to

“Been On My Mind…”: nahhhhhhh

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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rosenfey · 5 years

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"if only stone could talk about all the countless souls that walked upon her aging face” ( ig )

#aes #castle #ruins #nature #aesthetic #ambie's photos #so we have these castle ruins in my hometown that are like my... fave place #it has a vv special place in my heart ♥♥#i love hanging around there esp in summer... dipping my feet in the water... also the view is so damn breathtaking #i love hanging around old places like this.. like the whole idea of the fact that people actually lived there and walked through the place #and had their own lives like... its so special i can't even describe it properly... but its wonderful #gucci #i wanted to go out yesterday and i persuaded my mom to go with me since social phobia business and it was great!#she rly feels more like a good friend to me #i took quite a lot of photos this summer and a lot of them were pretty good as well.. im improving!#*pats herself on back* you are doing wonderful sweetheart and im so proud of you #also this is very much :o) ok to :o) reblog :o)#validate me #i might rb this a few times myself because not to honk my own horn here but... im good

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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oblivious - c.4

Summary: Sy is gonna thank Ivy for her babysitting yesterday, with a little help of Erin

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warning: None

Masterlist // Oblivious masterlist // Previous chapter

By the impatient type of knocking on the door, I think I know who’s on the other side of it. ‘Be right there!’ I yell, as the knocking doesn’t stop.

I’m not at all surprised when my eyes land on Sy. He sure knows how to wow a woman, because this impatient knocking on my door is really every girls dream. He has a piece of paper in his hands and like he is cheating on a test, he sneakily looks on what’s scribbled on. ‘You got something to do?’ he asks.

‘Depends.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘The girls are in school, meaning they are not home for another five hours and,’—he literally reads what’s on the paper—‘I want to thank you for last night.’

That so does not sound like him at all. I look at the piece of paper and I think that is Erin’s handwriting. Oh my, is this what I think it is? ‘Did Erin set you up?’ I ask.

Oh, oh, oh, look at that! He looks so busted, with the way the tips of his ears turn red. ‘She did,’ he confesses. ‘She even planned it and if I don’t have photographic proof, she’ll do something stupid, so you gotta come with me.’

‘You sure know how to persuade a woman,’ I chuckle. ‘But I’m curious as to what she planned, so lemme grab my keys.’

‘No,’ he mumbles, ‘I’m driving.’

’No, you’re not,’ I yell over my shoulder, as I slip on my sneakers and a thin jacket. I put my phone in my pocket and grab my keys. ‘You drive like an old hag. I’m driving. Besides, you can fit into my car.’

When I said that, I genuinely thought he would, but turns out my spatial perception is a little off, because he is slightly too big to fit in the passenger’s seat of my purple car. His legs are cramped and I don’t want to laugh out loud, but when we’re in front of the traffic lights, I burst into a fit of giggles. ‘My gosh, cappie, you look ridiculous.’

‘Really? The damn nickname again?’

I smile, sticking out my tongue. ‘What even are we gonna do?’ I ask him.

‘It’s a surprise.’

‘You didn’t even need to peak on your little note your niece had to write you. Bravo.’

‘It’s so damn hard to like you,’ he mumbles. ‘Is there no possibility for you to be nice to me?’

‘I have to be nice to you? Is this for real? I have been nothing but nice to your nieces and trying to teach you how to take care of the girls.’

He mumbles something under his breath. ‘Take a left here.’

‘Where are we going?’

‘The mall.’

‘You’re taking me shopping?’ I squeal. ‘Okay, maybe you’re not such a douchebag. I love shopping. I have very expensive taste.’

‘I’m not taking you shopping,’ he says. ’Erin suggested that too, but I told her no. Figured you were the one to milk the situation.’

‘You figured correctly,’ I say. ‘See, you’re becoming more and more interested in others. You’re learning.’

He opens the window and closes his eyes, as the wind must cool him down, before he absolutely explodes. When I look to the side, as I wait for other traffic lights, I notice that for the first time I’ve known him, he seems relaxed. Not on edge, not in it over his head.

’Sy,’ I say, ‘you miss your brother and sister in law?’

He opens his eyes, but doesn’t look at me. Instead Sy gazes over the road, as I’m driving towards the mall. ‘I do.’

‘It must be hard seeing your nieces,’ I say. ‘Since they are truly a mix of them.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Yesterday, I saw some pictures of them, when I was snooping through your stuff. Clover is a copy of her mom.’

‘She sure is.’

‘Aurora looks like your brother.’

‘She does.’

‘And while Erin is the perfect mix of them, there is something I noticed when I was comparing pictures of little Sy and little Erin.’ He doesn’t answer. ‘She takes after you. The same grumpy pout. I don’t know what you were like when you were younger, but I can imagine you could be a handful. Stubborn, a true leader, will do what they think is best. No wonder you two clash.’

Sy doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if it touched something deep within him, if he thinks I’m wrong or right. So I simply park the car and say: ‘We’re here, show me the way, Cappie.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

My eyes widen when I realize where Sy is taking me. ‘Oh my, they are so tiny!’ I squeal, as I fasten my pace. I stare at all the different puppies, who seem so happy to see people. ‘You took me here to get a puppy? Sy, I have my hands full with your nieces already, I cannot have another responsibility.’

‘Read the sign, damn it,’ he grumbles.

Oh, it’s for socializing the puppies, before they get adopted so they can get used to people. Aha, I was too quick.

‘I see.’

‘As you can understand, I’m not taking the girls here, because if I do that, I’m also stuck with a puppy.’

‘You’d like a canine companion,’ I say, as I hang up my coat. ‘Sure of it.’

And within two minutes, we’re sitting on the floor, puppies crawling all over us. As I look over at Sy, I can’t help but smile, seeing a giant man like him, who has seen so much during his time in the war, gently holding a puppy in his hands. It makes me realize he is trying. He is trying so hard, but taking care of three little girls is difficult and totally not up his alley.

’This chubby one is so cute,’ I say. ‘He looks like you.’

Sy rolls his eyes, but he actually is enjoying it, I can see it in his eyes. ‘This feisty one keeps chewing on my fingers and I feel like if you were a puppy, you’d do that.’

I scoot over to his side and suggest: ‘Want to take some photographical evidence?’ He hands me his phone and I hold it out to take a selfie. ‘Could you at least attempt to smile? Show everyone you're having fun.’

‘I don’t smile on pictures.’

‘I bet you have a great smile,’ I say, as I take some pictures of us. ‘Send these to me,’ I add. ‘So I can show off my new boyfriend to people.’

‘Are you serious?’

‘I’m joking, I’m joking,’ I chuckle, giving him his phone, before I give the puppy a kiss on his head. ‘You know,’ I say, ‘I think you care deeply about the girls. You’re just incapable when it comes to raising kids.’

‘Geez, thanks.’

‘No, it’s not your fault. You can’t help it. But if you were less grumpy and more willing to learn, maybe you would actually enjoy having the girls around. They are a lot of fun.’

‘That might be easy when they like you back.’

Maybe it’s the first time I heard him say something along those lines. ‘I know that Clover and Aurora really like you. Listen, Sy, if you try, they’ll appreciate it. They— I mean, Erin needs to know you are willing to try. You have given up a lot for them, I know, but you need to go out of their way for them.’

Sy doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t do anymore.

Maybe he’ll think about it.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

I stop in front of Sy’s place and lean back in my seat. I expect him to get out of the car right away, however he doesn’t. Not exactly knowing what to say, I ask him: ‘You want me to thank you for today?’

He shrugs. Ever since he showed me a little bit of his heart, he has been quiet.

‘Thank you for today,’ I say. ‘I had a wonderful time. With the puppies. You were okay to be around with.’

‘What a compliment.’

‘Damn it, Sy,’ I exclaim. ‘I’m just messing with you, trying to have a little bit fun. It would help if you for once at least try to be nice. You have been an annoying asshole the moment I met you. I thought we had a fucking truce.’

He sighs.

‘But that obviously doesn’t mean anything to you. I have been trying so damn hard. Giving you tips, being nice to you and actually appreciate your way—with Erin’s help—to thank me for yesterday and all I get is this? Not a single form of gratitude?’

It would help if he became mad at me. If he yelled as well. But he doesn’t. He keeps quiet and it kills me inside.

‘You know what, get out of my car. Get out of my fucking car.’

Sy gets out and closes the door of my car. I lean back in my seat, as I drive off to my own driveway. Stupid asshole.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Erin Syverson: You had fun with uncle Sy today?

Ivy: I did, you thought of a good way for saying thank you

Erin Syverson: Can I come over?

Ivy: I’m sorry, honey, but I have a lot to do for work

Erin Syverson: I understand

Ivy: But you can come over tomorrow after school, how about that?

Ivy: You can tell me all about Teddy 😉

Erin Syverson: Of course!

Erin Syverson: See you tomorrow 💖

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Oblivious taglist: @diegos-butt // @oddsnendsfanfics // @crazybutconfidentaf // @chaiwithchrisevans // @thelastsock // @angelcavill66 // @eldarwen333 // @abschaffer2 // @shewritesinthethirdperson // @thereisa8ella // @funfickgirl22 // @offtheclockcilantro // @liecastillo // @heather-c-m // @its--fandom--darling // @coldmuffinbanditshoe // @lyrarodriguez // @islacharlotte // @calwitch // @pterodactylterrace // @needmorereading // @joaniepencil // @gearhead66 // @sofiebstar // @summersong69 // @kebabgirl67

#oblivious #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #henry cavill x asian ofc #henry cavill fandom #asian ofc #captain syverson x asian ofc #captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson x oc #captain syverson x ivy sullivan #ivy sullivan

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multifandomwhore-003 · 3 years

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Fucking Alaska

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x female! reader

Summary: The Pankows got a bit too excited to meet Rudy's girlfriend, so much so that they went as far as buying her a plane ticket to their home, the only problem is, she hates the cold.

Genre(s): Fluff

Warnings: None!

𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𓆉︎ REQUESTS OPEN, REQUEST HERE THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK Reblog if you like

You hated cold weather with such passion you didn't even like the holidays unless you spent them in a tropical paradise with lots of heat and sun. But now you were stuck in a relationship with a guy from Alaska of all places, a skiing, snow, freezing weather lover. You couldn't blame him, it wasn't his fault for being born there, what was his fault was being too cute to resist.

"Come home with me he said," you groaned while curling more into the sheets, "It'll be fun he said,"

Rudy had left for an early hike, he didn't bother asking you to go with him already knowing the answer, he loved you, but he knew that if he even thought about waking you up, you would probably dump his ass on your sleep.

"Fucking Alaska," you muttered, you had piles of blankets and you still didn't manage to get a little warmer, you looked over to the clock on the side table, 8:00 am, you groaned, you didn't even get proper sleep because of the fucking cold.

You got out of bed shivering and grabbed one of Rudy's jackets from the closet, when you returned you tried, for God you tried to fall asleep again, but you couldn't. Great way to start the fucking day.

You heard a knock on the door, you sighed shaking off your anger, you didn't want his family thinking you were a bitch. You opened the door revealing the blonde boy with a cup of hot cocoa in one hand and a plate of cookies in the other.

He saw your red nose, cheeks, and semi-purple lips, "Morning gorgeous," he kissed your forehead.

"Hey," you grinned.

"God, you're freezing," he placed the food aside hugging you.

"I know," you pouted.

He giggled while wrapping both of your bodies under the sheets.

"Better?" He asked playing with your hair.

"A little," you mumbled against his chest.

In an unintentional glance, Rudy saw your hands not reaching the end of one of the sleeves, and even though it was kind of stupid, he found it unbearably adorable.

"I hate you," you whispered.

"Why?" He didn't have to question that sentence, but it still made him happy to hear it.

"Because you made me come here knowing I couldn't say no,"

"I told you you didn't have to,"

"Oh, shut up," you hit his arm, "Of course, I was gonna come, I wanted to meet your family,"

Fun fact, Rudy didn't ask you to come, he only convinced you to. During one of many face times with the Pankows, his mom suggested you spend time with them, they all agreed and bought you your plane ticket, which you paid that same week so you wouldn't seem like an opportunist, with the ticket now being at your expense, you could say no, but after almost two weeks of begging, Rudy persuaded you.

"They love you,"

"Really?" You saw him

"Yeah, my mom prepared you the cookies and the cocoa just for you, she didn't make them for the rest of us,"

"Your mom is so sweet,"

"Yeah," He chuckled, "Yesterday when you offered to take Henning," his brother, "to school, she told me that you're a keeper,"

"I love your mom,"

"She loves you, not as much as I do but close," he joked.

You hummed now that you finally felt some heat, you kissed his jaw, he giggled leaning down to stare at you, he gave your nose a little boop with his before he kissed you.

"Thank you for coming here with me, I know how much you hate the cold," he joined his forehead with yours.

"It's okay, the weather may be a bitch, but you're here with me so," you raised your shoulders.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," you smiled.

#rudy pankow #rudy #obx #netflix #rudy pankow imagine #rudy pankow fluff

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jaedore · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jaehyun x reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mythology!au, angst, romance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, suggestive (just making out lol), mentions of alcohol, violence (mentions of choking)

𝐚/𝐧: if you are uncomfortable with these themes then i highly suggest you no longer interact! also, thoughts/emphasis are italicized. I'll just put the header on when I have the patience bc I felt like this is long overdue

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You woke up finding your body was stiff and sore. It overpowered the pain in your wounded knees that stung with every movement of your limbs. Yesterday seemed like days ago, it felt like a fever dream. No, a nightmare. All you wanted to do was just curl up in bed, but then you remembered that your mother and you were having dinner at Jaehyun’s place. You’ve never gone to the Underworld, you didn’t hear many good things about it and that terrified you. What if Cerberus ate you? What if a wandering, lost soul stole your soul? The questions were endless and it sent you down a spiral of nervousness.

“Y/n?” Your mother softly came in, an apron hung around her neck and the aroma of breakfast food seeped into your room.

“Morning, mom,” you croaked.

“How are you feeling?”

Your mind flashed back to yesterday; Jaehyun in your room, tending your wounds, being flirtatious, or whatever. You remembered it as clear as the Fountain of Youth.

“I’m fine,” you answered, swiping the sheets away from your body to peer at the wounds.

You gently peeled back the bandage a bit only to see that the wound was almost gone. It held a faint discoloration as it was in the process of healing, but you were impressed nonetheless.

“So,” your mother began as she sat on the edge of your bed, “tonight, I was thinking about bringing a pasta dish. Or should we bring a cake? A pie maybe?”

“We can just pick up a pie from the bakery,” you brushed your hand in the air, dismissing any ideas, “it’ll be easier anyways.”

“Ah, yes. Hades does like his spicy chocolate pies,” your mother hums as she smoothes her palm against your bedsheet.

“Ugh, I don’t know how he eats that stuff,” you grumble, swinging your legs off your bed.

“Well, he is the God of the Underworld,” she raises both of her eyebrows at you, “so, what will you be doing today? It’s super nice out.”

Peering at your window, the sun shines brightly in the sky. The sky is bare of clouds and it does seem like a beautiful day today. You can imagine yourself sitting in the grass with a book in your palms. But you had more important things to do today, like beating the shit out of Maeve.

Your shoulders slump as you reply, “I’m going to go train with Mark.”

“You’re always training with that boy,” she narrows her eyes at you, “are you in love with him?”

“Mother!” You raise your voice, snapping your head to her, “No, I am not.”

Athena only laughs at your reply as she gets up and makes her way out of your room.

“Hey, Y/n?” her voice stops you before you step into the bathroom.

“Yes, mom?”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” she asks, her voice sweet and loving.

You nodded, recalling the things that happened last night at the beach. You haven’t told her and she must be worried, but you’re too drained and confused to spill it. So you spare her a small smile as you walk into the bathroom, not saying a word about what happened.

“Come on! You can hit harder!”

Annoyed at Mark’s ‘words of encouragement’, you purse your lips as you attempt to hit the boxing pad with your mitts. You were beginning to get tired, your arms burned from the repetitive movements and your knees ached as it chased after your feet. Mark hasn’t given you a break since you’ve gotten here and it’s almost been an hour of constant hitting.

Growing frustrated, you shouted in protest, “I’m done!” you throw your mitts on the dirt.

Mark sighs, seeing the frustration in your eyes, “Okay, what’s really going on?”

You exhale a short breath, “Nothing you’d be interested in,” you answer him sharply as you walk towards one of the rocks to sit on. Mark follows you closely, but quietly afraid to set off the fuming bomb of anger you always held.

“You know,” he starts, “I’ve heard a lot of mysterious things about you,” he plops right next to you.

You curl your legs up to your chest as you stare forward at the waterfall, “Like what?” you mumble, really not interested in what he’s heard because it’s all been bad stuff.

“You tell me,” Mark shrugs.

You tighten your hold on your legs, “I think someone’s out to get me,” you whisper.

Mark leans in to hear you clearer, “Maeve?” he whispers back.

You shudder, her name bringing back awful memories, “Yeah, but I’m not sure why. I have nothing that has to do with her. Sure, I provoked her on the first day, but...it wasn’t severe to draw it out this far.”

Mark’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

You explained what happened last night at the beach party. You quivered as you retold the story from your perspective. It was a vivid nightmare that you didn’t know how to wake.

“Where is Lucas now?” Mark asked.

You fumed at the male’s name. He hasn’t texted or called you since last night. He would be the key to all of your answers, but he wouldn’t answer any of your messages or calls. Lucas was friendly, always nice, and shined bright like the sun. You just wondered what he was up to.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, picking up the mitts from the ground, “come on. We came here to train. Plus, I want to forget it all.”

Mark quickly jumps to his feet, “do you think this has anything to do with the feud between Hades, your mother, and her’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “What feud?”

Mark smirked, “Guess you don’t know then.”

“Mark,” you lowered your voice when he dismissed your question, “what. Feud?”

“I’ll tell you if you can beat me,” he said, picking up the other pair of mitts that laid on the ground.

Storming into your house, you shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me about the feud you had with Hades and Eris?”

Taken aback, she looked at you with wide eyes, almost dropping the spoon she held, “w-what are you talking about?”

You inhaled, “Why didn’t you tell me that after the Titan War, Hades, and apparently Zeus, imprisoned Eris in Tartarus? And that you were helping them and now she’s after me, possibly because of it?”

“Who told you that?” your mother calmly put down the spoon and rubbed her palms on her thighs.

“Does that really matter right now, mom?” your voice rose in anger.

“Sit down,” she wipes her hand on a napkin, discarding it as she walks towards you, who begins to be seated at the dinner table.

“Eris and I were good friends, we trained together as kids. She was good, almost better than me, but there was always the tension of competition between us. One could only be good in the eyes of Zeus so we grew up and trained with that mindset. As we got older, we were still good friends, but there was always that silent tension between us. When the Titan war came to be, Eris rebelled and fought against us,” your mother sighed, anguish tainting the streaks of her face, “I tried everything in my power to persuade her to fight with us, to be on our side, but that’s when she said all of the things that were never said. That I was the favorite, I was the best only because I was the favorite, I was only fighting along Zeus because he favored me more than her. Not because I was good or tactful, she disregarded our training together...our friendship, the bond that we had growing up. It was stupid really, but eventually, we beat their army and imprisoned her. According to Zeus, she did more damage during the war that I wasn’t aware of. That’s why she’s imprisoned in Tartarus. I haven’t asked because she’s...she’s dead to me really.”

You leaned back in her seat, realizing that Maeve probably was only acting out of feeling because of the relationship between both of your mothers. Her mother was imprisoned in the deep abyss below the Underworld, while yours lived a perfect, rewarding life.

“Is that why we’re going to the Underworld tonight? To talk to Zeus?” you quietly asked.

Your mother nodded, “I know I should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think of the possibilities of her coming for you through her daughter because of me.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. I just want this to stop,” your fingertips brushed against your neck.

“Well,” your mother sighed, peering at her watch, “you don’t really have time to get ready, so why don’t you rinse your face from the sweat, and then we’ll pick up the pie and head on down.”

Head on down. You whimpered as you stood up. And it wasn’t because of your sore legs.

As you washed your face, you wondered if Jaehyun would be eating with you guys. You recall that Hades said Jaehyun was always at the Mourning Fields talking to the souls that wandered there. There, holds the souls that wasted their souls on unrequited love. Does Jaehyun love someone? Or does he not? Then you remembered how he took up space in your room last night. His fingertips sent icicle daggers through your skin that you felt their phantom as you wiped your face on the nearby towel. With the hopes of Jaehyun not speaking to you tonight, you braced yourself on the journey of walking down into the Underworld.

You jumped back at the sound of barking. Cerberus. The three-headed dog barks at both you and your mother. No matter how powerful your mother, Athena, was, she had no power over a creature created to guard the gates of the Underworld.

“Why isn’t he coming? I rang the doorbell like five minutes ago,” your mother grumbled.

As if on cue, the gates opened and the growling sounds of Cerberus silenced in question.

“They are not the enemy or the dead, Cerberus. They’re our guests.” a voice rang above you. You found out later that the voice belonged to Hades, but you saw Jaehyun stepping out from behind the black, iron gates.

“Good evening, sorry for the wait.” Jaehyun bowed to you both.

Your mother paused, regretting the comment she made before as she saw how handsome Jaehyun was, “You’re Jaehyun, right? You grew up so well.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Tch “ma’am”. As if you actually had manners. You rolled your eyes at his sense of poise. You wonder where he learned such acts in a short amount of time.

Your mother nudged you, “do you have anything to say?” she whispered.

You inhaled a sharp breath, narrowing your eyes at the prideful male in front of you, “Thank you for having us,” you mumbled, barely nodding to him.

“Please, this way.”

Jaehyun led your mother and you towards Hades’ Palace, the stone tower tall enough to peek through the rising fog of the evening. Across the path to the left stood the Judgement Pavilion. Several souls lined up waiting for their next home where they’d be trapped forever. One of the souls snapped their eyes to you as if they knew where you stood, who you were. Their eyes were full of darkness and fury, almost consuming you into a tunnel of doom.

Jaehyun snatched your arm, his grip vice-like, “Don’t look at any soul who hasn’t been through the Judgement Pavilion, it’s their last chance to steal a living being’s soul before they’re judged into exile.” You hadn’t realized it but it was only you and Jaehyun who stood on the pavement that led you to Hades’ Palace.

You looked ahead not seeing her, “Where’s my mom?”

“She already went in. We didn’t even notice you were gone until she asked you something to only find you not behind us.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, “How long have I been standing here?”

“Around five minutes, you didn’t hear me call you?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed.

Shaking your head in denial you said, “No, I didn’t until you grabbed my arm,” you eyed down to your arm seeing that he still held you. Jaehyun’s grip loosened as he also realized that he hadn’t let go yet.

“Come on, let’s go,” his hand tightened around your arm once again as he dragged you towards the stone palace.

“I can walk myself,” you snapped at him, attempting to yank your arm from his clutch.

Jaehyun turned to you, his eyes cool and icy, sending chills down your spine, “I know,” he lowly said, “but I’m not taking my chances,” he gripped your arm again, leading you to his home.

The moonlight barely shined against the copper stone of his palace, creating sheer darkness looking like it hadn’t been touched for centuries. As unwelcoming as it felt, you could smell the complete opposite; a small scent of mint, the natural smell of tree bark, and the faintest feather of lavender. You glanced forward at Jaehyun, he hadn’t spared you look as you two made your way towards his home.

Jaehyun led you past the Asphodel Meadows, only tugging on your arm harder to bring your senses back. He was right to do so because looking at it was hypnotizing. You were even surprised that the ground-up dirt was able to grow flowers, and not knowing what kind they were, they were the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. The trees that sheltered them were bare of leaves and plants, creating a haunting aura, but it didn’t alarm you enough to look away.

“Come on,” Jaehyun tugged at you once again, this time gaining your attention.

You glared at him making you feel like some child that wasn’t able to concentrate. “What’s down there?”

He glanced back at you, mirroring your expression, “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. Now hush, we’re almost there.”

After a few more steps, you both came to face his home. The palace was bigger than you expected as it loomed over you. It felt like you were walking into your own exile.

“I thought you got lost,” your mother called to you as you walked in with Jaehyun behind you.

“She almost did,” he mumbled as he passed you to sit at the dinner table.

“She’s always been a curious one,” your mother laughed.

“That could get you in some serious trouble, girl,” Hades walked into the room with spoons in his hand. The high-pitched cackling sound of the spoon hitting the dishes made you wince, “come sit, it’s almost time to eat.”

Obeying Hades’ words, you idly sat next to Jaehyun with shame settling in your bones because you felt embarrassed that he had to drag your ass back to his place. The skin where his hands once grasped your arm felt tingly and you couldn’t burn it from your mind. It’s not like you and Jaehyun had many encounters, or rather, pleasant encounters, but you can’t help yourself but stare at him from the corner of your eye. Jaehyun sits with poise and pride, but you can see the burden he carries in the way he slightly slouches and the exhausted sigh that wriggles from his lips.

As everyone eats, you can’t help but think what Jaehyun’s thinking about. You can tell he’s thinking about something from the tension in his brow and the small pout coming from his bottom lip. From time to time, you ignore the small moments where his arm or leg brushes against yours or when you both reach for the same dish. And there’s a sort of tension over the table as everyone silently hides their comments as their food reaches their lips.

Hades is the first to speak, “So, I’ve heard you’ve had quite the events lately,” his tone low and cautious.

You clear your throat, “Um, yes.”

You begin to tell him everything that’s happened from the start of Maeve to the event in the Phantasms Forest. Not leaving out a single detail, you didn’t even notice your hands tensing up until you felt warmth from another on top of your chilled skin. Turning to your mother, she nods to you in comfort, letting you know that you’re doing well and you’re strong for facing what you’ve been through. Hades listens closely, not reaching for his food and feeling the slight disgust from those who caused you harm. Truth be told, he knew what was happening and why it was happening to you. Slightly nodding at your mother, they both lifted themselves from their seats and walked out the door leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

You turned to the male to your right, “Where are they going?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing the nearby plates, “Probably to Tartarus.”

“What?” You snapped up on your legs, immediately following him to the kitchen sink, “Why?

“I’m sure you know that’s where they’re keeping Eris,” Jaehyun spares you a glance as he begins soaking a sponge in soap.

“Yeah,” you crossed your arms, “but why are they going down there? To talk to her? What is she going to do? What are they going to do? How long is this going to take?”

Tired of the overload from your questions, Jaehyun turns to you. Unbeknown that you were leaning forward towards him as you spoke, your eyes widened as you came face to face with the hot-headed male. His eyes were a pool of darkness with a hint of brown like melted dark chocolate. You stood in front of him with your feet glued to the ground. Heat radiated off your body as you parted your lips. Jaehyun’s eyes flickered down. He sharply inhaled to only let it out as he turned away and began scrubbing the dishes again.

“Bring the dishes to me and I’ll wash them,” he said before you could turn away from him.

You clutched the collar of your shirt. What was that? Your fingers trembled around a plate when you realized that he didn’t even answer any of your problems.

Setting them on the counter next to him, you snapped, “You didn’t even reply to my questions.”

“You talk too much.”

Stunned, you purse your lips and walk away. He can clean the kitchen by himself. You sat yourself in their living room, plopping yourself on the couch. If it weren’t for the dim lamp that flickered in the far corner of the room, you would’ve walked around blindly. The walls were painted in black, the rug was black, and even the couch you sat on was black. Everything was black like a fire had torn through the palace. The only color that caught your attention was the pictures that sat on top of the unlit fireplace. Making your way towards the photos, you found family photos of Jaehyun and his parents. It looked like a regular family you would suspect in the human world, a mother and father playing with their toddler son in the park. Except it wasn’t a park and it wasn’t a regular family. The field Jaehyun played on was the Field of Asphodel, but it was beautiful, there was greenery, grass, and beautiful flowers that bloomed around little Jaehyun. You wondered what happened to the breathtaking scenery. Your eyes landed on a particular picture that made the corners of your lips lift in the slightest. There, laid little Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the embrace of Cerberus who also laid in slumber around the little boy, sheltering him from the rain that penetrated to the Underworld. Cute. The faint blur of a finger covered the corner of the picture, you wondered who took this photo. You thought that maybe it was his mother, Persephone, who no one’s heard of for years. The last thing you heard was that Hades kidnapped her after eating six pomegranate seeds and she was forced to live six months in the Underworld and six months in the mortal world, Earth. But she hasn’t returned from her six months on Earth. And it’s been 20 years.

“No, I don’t know where she is, nor do I really care,” Jaehyun said beside you.

Jumping, you didn’t even realize he was there. Holding your chest, you panted, “I didn’t even say anything this time.”

“I know,” he glanced at you, his gaze flickering back to your lips, then lower to your neck, “but you were thinking it.”

“I-”

“Come, I might have some ointment left for your neck,” Jaehyun doesn’t even give you a chance to protest.

Grabbing your wrist, you obediently follow him back into the kitchen.

“Sit,” he commands.

You look around in question, “Where the hell am I going to sit?”

Jaehyun reached up to the upper cupboard, the bottom of his shirt slightly lifting with his shoulders to reveal his back, “on the counter, of course,” you averted your eyes somewhere else when he turned to face you, “unless you want to sit on my lap,” he smirks.

You shake your head, lifting yourself on the counter. Even if you sat on the counter, you were only tall enough to meet him at eye level. Snapping the cap open, the familiar smell of mint and ginger filled your nose as he dipped two fingers in the gooey substance. A very sinful scenario flashed across your mind as he pulled those fingers back out, his digits drenched in the healing fluid. Squeezing your legs together, you cleared your throat as he crept closer to you, but that only led to Jaehyun sliding his free hand around your nape to pull you closer.

“I don’t bite,” he whispers, that smirk returning.

“I didn’t ev-”

You tensed as Jaehyun’s fingertips brushed on your skin to apply the ointment. Both of your bodies were so close to each other, the only blockage being your knees that dug into this stiff abdomen. It also didn’t help that Jaehyun’s face was incredibly close to yours. With one movement, your lips would’ve met.

“Relax,” he whispers, his eyes switching up to meet yours.

Chills shoot down your spine, a sudden heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach at the breeze of his breath. But eventually, you relaxed. Until you felt his hand on your neck rubbing circles. He repeatedly dipped those long digits of his in the ointment and reapplied it to your neck. To be honest, you thought it looked fine, it was still sore and hurt in certain places but it felt like he was lathering you in it. Once in a while, you’d wince at the pressure Jaehyun’s fingertips pressed against some of the bruises.

“Sorry,” he’d murmur. You’d thin your lips but relax as soon as he apologizes, his voice sounding sincere and gentle.

Slightly turning to the side, you let out a troubled breath, sharply inhaling another, repeating those steps over again and again until Jaehyun slowly pulled away. His warm hand slipped from your nape and your breath trembled, the cold air settling on it as soon as he pulled away. You watched him set the ointment back where he got it from, not missing the flutter of his skin that revealed the slight muscles in his lower back. Oh boy, you sighed.

Jaehyun turned back to you, “You alright?”

You nodded, “Will it still be there by tomorrow?”

Jaehyun walked to you as you stayed glued to the counter, he hummed, “Considering that you almost met death twice in the span of two days, it’ll take a few days,” he was closer once again, “just be careful,” his voice in a low whisper.

You could feel his breath brisk your cheeks. You didn’t know if it was your own heat warming you up or the faint warmth of the words that escaped his plump lips. You felt his abdomen on the curl of your knees like before and there wasn’t a way to bring them closer because it’d reveal to him what you were thinking...or feeling. Maybe you weren’t thinking clearly, maybe you were just lonely. But the longer you stayed in front of him, your desire to kiss him grew. He’s been nothing but cold and mean, but he’s been so kind and taking care of you despite his spiteful aura. You sucked in your bottom lip, stopping whatever trembling words attempted to escape from the cage of your tongue.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jaehyun’s hands slid to your waist.

“Don’t do that,” Jaehyun brought him closer to you, prying your legs open to create space for him.

You sucked in another sharp breath, “Do what?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jaehyun seemed to be drawing closer to you, his gaze occasionally glancing at your lips as both of your breaths began to weigh down. Closing your eyes, you swore you felt his lips brush yours until you realized he wasn’t kissing you at all, but instead lifting you until you were back on your feet. With bodies still closer than the stars were to the moon, you tipped your head up to meet his gaze. Already looking at you, Jaehyun let out a heavy sigh.

You should’ve inhaled another breath because the next second, you found yourself against Jaehyun’s lips. Those lips that were so pink and so inviting met yours. It felt like Olympus was on pause and it was just you and him. No Maeve, no darkness, nothing. A heavy sensation of peace settled in the curve of your palms as you dragged them down his chest. You gasped when he bit your lip, sucking and, licking it for permission of entrance and you immediately complied, not giving it any thought at all. Those calloused hands of his wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you closer flush against his body, against his hips. Jaehyun’s tongue danced with yours, a gasp revering the way he held you close to him, the way with each stroke, you moaned enough to satisfy him. Until he pulled away.

With panting breaths and blinking eyes scattering across yours, you could see the panic in his eyes. You could see instant regret that pooled in the darkness of his eyes, yet you couldn’t help but inhale when he stepped away, the heat of his body replaced with his familiar coldness. Your eyes follow Jaehyun as he runs out of his home. Not saying anything to you, but leaving you alone in the darkness of his home. In the Underworld. Standing alone in his kitchen, you could hear the loud beating of your heart penetrating your ears, blocking the sound of droplets from the faucet, the hum of the house, and the confusion in your breath. Your fingers fly to your lips, the feeling burns yours like a scar. Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Gulping, you frantically searched the cupboards for a cup of water, thirst reaching your throat, but instead you found a section that opened up to bottles of whisky and wine.

Even better. Finding a drying cup in the sink, you poured yourself a glass of the bronze liquid, not caring for it’s age or make. You winced as the liquid scorched your throat, coughing at the slightly burning sensation that warmed your mouth, but anything was better than the searing feeling of his lips and the pain of when he pulled away.

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thesafecafe · 3 years

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Mafia! Ateez Reaction: Rushing their S/O for last minute plans (4/8, hyung line)

Summary: You’ve been working and busy all week, and it seems that you have no time to relax. But finally, when you get some time to yourself, in bursts your husband to drag you off last minute, trying to interrupt your plans of relaxation.

Seonghwa:

Punctuality was a virtue to him

He required it of everyone around him

Including you

Ironic, seeing as he was set to meet with a few other mafia bosses and their wives for dinner and decided to turn it into a last minute date

Usually, you would have been prepared to find the perfect dress/suit, but he only told you a day in advance

You normally had at least a week to put everything together, since you could plan after work, but not this time

Which is why you were ignoring your husband’s calls as you flitted around the bathroom in a hurry

“Y/N! Come on babe, we’re gonna be late!”

“Oh shut up Seonghwa! You know damn well this is not my fault, you barely told me yesterday!:

Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open, right as you were throwing off your robe

Seonghwa stood there with his arms crossed

You proceeded to ignore his stark gaze and continued to try and dress yourself

Keyword try

Seonghwa walked over to you, grabbing your wrists

“Boy what are you- mmf!”

He had planted his plush lips on yours, forgetting entirely about the meeting

“We can have date night inside, babe”

Hongjoong:

It was a busy week

You barely had any time to yourself at all the entire week

You’d be taking care of a sick and cranky toddler

Your older children had to get to school and soccer practice

You had to help Hongjoong with papers

There were doctor’s appointments

You had to watch your sister’s children

They were louder and rowdier than yours, and broke several of your vases

You had to meal prep for the week

You had to get the car detailed

Make dinner, breakfast, and lunch

Do everyone’s laundry

Make sure the house was clean for your PTA meeting

And plan for Hongjoong’s business meeting next week

All in all, you were exhausted

Thankfully, your parents offered to take your kids for the weekend

So here you were, relaxing in your lavender scented bathroom

Candles softly glowing as you stepped into the steaming water, your sore muscles easing in appreciation

But just as you leaned back, in burst a wild blur of speeding blueberry

aka, your husband

“Babe, c’mon! I just made reservations at that famous steak place you wanted to go to! We have to go or we’ll be late!”

Not in the slightest amused, you sat stubbornly, refusing your husband’s wishes

“Kim Hongjoong, it has been a very long and hard week. I love you, but if I so much as hear another peep from you while I’m in this bathroom, I am cutting your balls off and feeding them to the dog!”

Hongjoong gulped, scurrying out of the bathroom. He was glad he’s made reservations for tomorrow as well.

Yunho:

You were finally coming back from a stressful family event

You hadn’t wanted to go in the first place

Your family was annoying, overbearing, and somewhat toxic at times

But your step-mom was a sweetheart, and she hadn’t seen you since you gave birth to your last child

She wanted to “see you before the next one popped”

So you agreed to go for her

Yunho declined going, claiming he had “business to attend to”

Sent some of him men to help protect you though

You put on your best maternity dress

You packed your 4 kids in the car and headed out

Once you got there, you could already feel the judgmental stares of your aunts and cousins

They always talked bad about you, especially after you married a made man in the mafia

You ignored them, going straight for your step mom and engaging in conversation with her and your dad

Your kids were next to you, calmly eating after your parents had fixed them a plate

Some of their older cousins came over, likely looking to play with the cousins they rarely saw

But, after exchanging some harsh sounding words with her cousin, your daughter reeled back, and punched the HELL out of the bigger girl’s nose

You could’ve sworn the whole park heard the crack of your niece’s

The whole party was silently in shock, before you kid broke the silence by calmly stating

“Don’t ever talk about my mom like that, you little bitch”

Of course that started a large argument between you and your aunts

Your step mom sent you home, before Yunho’s men would have to step in

But as soon as you and your kids stepped in Yunho loudly greeted you, declaring that you all had to get back in the car so you could go to an amusement park (he’d spent the morning getting tickets)

This of course earned him 9 distasteful looks, including the guards

“What? What’d I say?” He wondered out loud as you all filed past him, going to take naps after your terrible afternoon

Yeosang:

This boy has a habit of doing this

Yeosang was mostly quiet, so you never knew what he was planning

He was spontaneous however, and he decided that today would be a perfect day to take his Queen and his little princess out for the day

The very day that your daughter had a physical scheduled

Yeosang got all dressed up

Got his lil bucket hat and sunscreen ready

Prepared a lunch for all three of you

Only to get his poor little heart broken when your daughter reminded him that today was physical day

“But princess, do you really wanna be stuck in that awful doctor’s office with needles when you could be with mommy and daddy all day? We could even bring your tea set?”

Pouted when she insisted that she needed to go to the doctor to “be a healthy princess” and reminded him that he was the one who taught her that

Crossed his arms and was moody the whole way to the appointment

Practically dragged himself out of the car, stomping his feet as you made your way inside

Made one last attempt to persuade his daughter to go with his idea

“One last chance: jailbreak, now or never! What do you say?”

She only giggled at him, shaking her head

Complained in the back during the physical

“What’s even the point of this? Her temperature is normal”

“I could have done this at home” “Is there even any need for-”

He complained so much, it made even the doctor’s eye twitch

Seeing how tense the atmosphere was becoming, you asked the doctor to hand you a syringe

When Yeosang looked up, you had it pointed at his neck

“One more word before we leave, and you won’t remember leaving this place. Capiche?” You asked, your voice saccharine sweet

“Y-yes m-a’am”

He behaved for the rest of the appointment

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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hi baby congratulations on 300!!!🥳 i’m so glad to be here ! 💗🤍💗🤍✨⭐️

you know i’m obsessed w ur fics so, i am gently begging you to write something w prompts “can i paint your nails” “i’m going to steal this from you” and “people don’t compliment you enough” (sorry i forgot the numbers :( ) pleeeease? 🥺🥺

(sorry if it’s too much) thanks, i love u <3

It’s a Love Story

Summary: It’s senior skip day and you’re determined to pull your best friend of 10 years (and secret crush) out of his comfort zone.

Pairing: High School Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (but imagine Spencer is 18 so he is the normal high school senior age)

Content/Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this fic is very self-indulgent because my senior skip day was yesterday! :)

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“Hey, Spence! Wait up,” you jogged down the hall to catch up with him.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d your math test go?” Spencer asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” you groaned, “Thank you for trying to tutor me last night but I think I’m a lost cause at this point. It’s too late in the school year to care.”

“Did you know that ‘senioritis’ can actually be categorized as situational depression? In 2009, 22% of colleges decided to revoke some admissions offers after students began to slack off at the end of their senior year,” Spencer stated.

“Oh, trust me, genius, I may not be as smart as you but I’m not dumb enough to lose my scholarship to UCLA. I did the math out and even if I completely bombed this unit test, I can still maintain my A average,” you replied.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I was just warning you. I don’t want you to lose your spot at your dream school,” Spencer explained, “People don’t compliment you enough for all the hard work you put in to get accepted there.”

“Well, thanks for looking out for me, Spence,” you smiled, taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom.

Spencer sat right in front of you and turned around in his seat, “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. My study hall is wide open just as expected. The teachers are losing just as much steam as the students,” you grinned, unzipping your backpack and pulling out nail polish.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Y/N, don’t you think I get made fun of enough?” he whispered back.

“Girls love when guys paint their nails and if any guys try to give you shit, I’ll personally kick their ass. I took a self-defense course but I’ll use those moves I learned however I see fit,” you said.

“Fine,” Spencer relented, extending his hand out to you.

Spencer was honestly sold once you said that girls love it. That must include you, right?

“It’s purple too. Your favorite color,” you smiled, shaking the bottle up and then beginning to paint his nails.

Spencer thought it was cute that you picked up on his habit of sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were concentrating.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you beamed as you worked on the second coat of polish.

“Yeah,” Spencer replied, not looking at his nails but the girl directly in front of him.

You gently blew air on his nails to dry them, “All done!”

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the teacher’s pet?” Brad, the captain of the football team, smirked as Spencer passed through the hallways after his math team practice ended.

“Wow, nail polish? And to think you couldn’t become any more of a loser?” he sneered as the jocks began to encircle around Spencer.

“Spence, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all over. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you walked right into the crowd of boys, paying no mind to them and grabbing Spencer’s hand, pulling him towards the exit.

“Don’t look back,” you whispered.

“You know one day your little girlfriend there is going to realize what a pathetic nerd you are. I’ll be ready to show her what a real man is,” Brad called after you.

“Oh yes, Brad, a real man goes to community college to hang on to the scraps of his mediocre football career that is his only reminder of when he peaked in high school,” you laughed.

“Y/N, he’s going to kill me for that,” Spencer groaned after you exited the building.

“Relax, we have three days left and then we won’t ever have to see that dick again,” you assured him.

“We have four days left,” Spencer corrected you.

“No, three because we’re not going in tomorrow,” you walked into the diner and took your seat in your usual booth, “It’s senior skip day.”

When Spencer didn’t respond, you looked up from your menu, “Spencer Reid, please do not tell me you were going to go in on senior skip day.”

“Why would I want to miss school?”

“Because you already know everything they could possibly teach you and you can spend the whole day with your best friend instead?” you fluttered your eyelashes to persuade him.

“I don’t want to go to the beach with all the popular kids. I’ll get shoved in the sand,” Spencer grabbed some of the fries that the waitress dropped off for you and popped them into his mouth.

“That is why we are going all the way to Santa Monica. We’ll just get up a little earlier and drive a little further but then we won’t run into anyone from our school,” you proposed.

“Fine but you’re driving,” Spencer huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not letting the guy drive who hasn’t driven since he got his license just to prove he could pass,” you giggled.

“Why do I need to drive when my next-door neighbor can be my personal chauffeur?” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 on the dot tomorrow.”

You honked outside of Spencer’s house. He came scrambling out with a big canvas tote bag, a tan sweater, and lilac swim shorts that ended at his mid-thigh.

“Get in, loser. We’re going to the beach,” you rolled down the window.

Spencer furrowed his brow for a second before opening the door.

“It’s just a reference to a popular movie. I wasn’t actually calling you a loser,” you assured him.

“My mom made us blueberry muffins for the ride,” Spencer pulled a ziploc bag out of the tote.

“Oh that is so sweet of her! Please tell her I said thank you. She must have been having a good night then,” you smiled, accepting one of the muffins from Spencer.

“Yes, she has been having a good week overall,” Spencer affirmed.

“That’s so great to hear. Okay, we’re stopping for coffee but then we’ll get on the highway.”

The opening notes of Love Story by Taylor Swift began to play on the radio.

“Oh my god! Turn it up!” you screamed.

Spencer grinned and turned the volume knob up.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’,” you sang.

You rolled down the windows as soon as you exited off the highway.

“Do you smell that, Spence?” you inhaled deeply, “Something about the salty air and sunshine just makes me feel alive.”

“You know it’s probably your increased exposure to the sunlight leading to an increase in vitamin D which can keep your energy levels up and enhance your mood,” Spencer stated.

“Well, whatever it is, I still love it,” you grinned.

You and Spencer made your way along the sandy coast. You parked in the beach parking lot and got out of the car, grabbing your mini cooler and chair.

Spencer grabbed the other chair and his tote and you headed down to the beach, walking a ways before settling on a spot in a less crowded area.

You took off your big t-shirt revealing your light blue bikini.

“Can we go in the water please?” you begged.

Spencer dug into his tote and tossed you a tube of sunscreen.

“Not until you put that on,” Spencer insisted.

“Fine,” you huffed.

“Sorry I don’t want you to be sunburnt for graduation,” he chuckled.

“Can you do my back?” you asked.

“I-um-yeah-yes I can do that,” Spencer scrambled to stand up from his beach chair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he applied the cool lotion to your back.

“All good,” he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Spence! Do you need me to do your back or are you all set?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m all good. My mom did it before I left,” Spencer said.

“Can we go in the water now?” you pleaded.

Spencer gave a reluctant nod as you let out an excited squeal, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the tide.

You dove right into the cool waves, instantly relieving your body of the southern californian summer heat. Spencer was a bit more hesitant.

“It feels so good, Spence. Trust me,” you smoothed your wet hair back.

Spencer inhaled deeply and then sunk beneath the water as a wave passed by him.

“Yay! He’s actually having fun, people!” you cheered as he emerged from underneath the water.

Spencer playfully splashed water at you and you gasped.

“Oh Spencer Reid, you are so on,” you laughed, splashing water right back at him.

Spencer shielded it from his face with his hand and then started chasing after you. You shrieked in a giggle fit as he lifted you up in the water so you could no longer splash him.

“I surrender! I surrender!” you laughed along with him.

You and Spencer were walking on the basically deserted boardwalk by this time of night, licking your ice cream cones.

Spencer noticed you were shivering and pulled off his sweater, handing it to you.

“No, Spence. I can’t, then you’ll be cold,” you said.

“I really don’t mind,” Spencer insisted, wanting to have your scent on his sweater forever.

“Thank you,” you slipped it over your head, “I’m probably going to steal this from you because it’s super comfy.”

A reminder alert buzzed on your phone, “Oh shit. We have to sign up for tickets to go to prom by midnight,” you spoke.

Spencer shot you a guilty look.

“You’re not going?” you sighed defeatedly, trying your hardest not to tear up.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“And I’ll be right by your side making a fool of myself too,” you urged, “Spence, it’s going to be no fun without you. I was going to ask you to officially be my date, you know? I had this whole complicated equation that I was going to have you solve and graph and the line spelled out ‘Prom?’. It’s stupid thinking back on it now, I won’t make you go.”

“I was going to ask you,” Spencer smiled softly, “but then I chickened out.”

“How about this? You give me one dance right now and then we’ll decide if we’re going or not,” you opened your phone and started playing Dancing by Mellow Fellow.

Spencer extended his hand and you accepted as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You waltzed around the boardwalk in perfect sync as the neon lights from food stands and rides were shining down on you.

Spencer twirled you around and caught you in a dip. You let out a shaky exhale as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please do. I’ve only been waiting 10 years for it since I moved in next door,” you smiled softly.

Spencer leaned down further and connected your lips. You pulled him even closer with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’ll go to prom with you under one condition,” he grinned, pulling away, “we go as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Absolutely,” you beamed and stood on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss that was long overdue.

A/N: i took a note out of my dear friend @samuel-de-champagne-problems ‘s book by naming the title after a Taylor Swift song

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moankasa · 2 years

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I really like love-hate relationships, from enemies to lovers. So I wrote this for you~

Warning : attempted r*pe

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His name is Eren Jaeger, He’s twenty years old, attends a university majoring in business. His hobbies are sleeps with bitches, drinking in pubs, dating all hot girls in college, acting like bastard, the only positive thing he has is his intelligence and handsome.

There's only one thing that Eren hates in his life...

That Ackermann girl

Why? He hated everything about that girl, her raven hair, those eyes that looked different from the people there, those small noses, and those thin lips. Another thing that Eren hates is that for him women are gentle creatures and easily fooled (innocent and stupid) into trusting men. But Mikasa is very rude, strict, disciplined and too smart to read a man's behavior.

The point is, Eren hates everything about that Ackerman girl, the head of organizational society who always annoys him.

~~~

A few days ago, Eren's department brought in a young female lecturer who is so beautiful and sexy, very friendly, her explanations are easy for students to understand, oh don't forget that Eren's favorite is that big butt. Eren was immediately attracted to her, the lecturer's name was Pieck Finger.

"how there is such a beautiful woman". Eren seemed to be holding back his horn.

Jean's eyes turned to the lecturer who was explaining the lecture material. "Miss Finger?"

Eren just nodded.

"Oh I heard she is a distant relative of Mikasa, I've seen them shopping together at the paradise store"

"damn!" eren cursed. Again and again, that's always the name Jean calls.

~~~

Was there no one else he could meet in his faculty? why does he always meet that annoying girl. Eren accidentally bumped into the girl's shoulder.

"Aww!" the girl dropped a book she was holding.

Eren was amused by what he just did.

"Why did you hit me? Even though this corridor is very wide”. the girl immediately stood up after taking her book.

"I guess you did it on purpose, to get my attention right?"

The girl was stunned to hear Eren's confidence is so high. "It's true what people say, he's a such a troublemaker ". Mikasa's voice was small, but Eren could still hear it.

"What are you saying?!".

"thats crazy guy!" Mikasa immediately left in front of Eren.

~~~

The next day, Eren didn't waste his time to meet the lecturer he had a crush on. Eren stalking Miss Pieck in the library, now he must immediately launch his action to seduce his lecturer.

"Good afternoon Miss Finger".

"Afternoon, you're the student who took the calculus class yesterday?" Unexpectedly, Pieck's memory is very strong.

"Yes~ my name is Eren Jaeger".

"okay jaeger, nice to meet you"

"Just call my first name, Eren".

"Okay Eren, what's the need with me?"

"Actually I just wanted to say hi to you, but if I may I want to discuss something about calculus course with you, if you don't mind Miss Pieck."

"Oh too bad now I have class today, we will discuss it tomorrow if you want, don't forget to invite your other friends, I'm very happy if we have an open discussion".

Eren nodded smiling, hearing the voice of pieck made him fall even more into her charm. “So nice to meet a beautiful and friendly woman like you, miss pieck”

Pieck just smiled softly at his student's praise.

"Miss Finger is here!" Mikasa was seen waving at them.

Pieck walked over to Mikasa, and they together came out of the library.

Again, again and again it's always that damn girl.

~~~

That night, Eren is at the pub with his friends. Eren just let it go when the bitches touched him.

Shortly after, Eren saw Mikasa Ackerman come rushing over to the drink bar. As usual that girl was wearing an over-sized shirt, even when she came to this place?

"Sasha, let's go home, your mom called me several times, shes was worried about you".

"Give Nico back to me bitch, how dare that old bitch snatch him from me".

"Didn't Nico say that woman was just a neighbor!"

Before he had finished persuading Sasha to go home, someone grabbed her hand roughly, leading her to a corner of the pub.

"Let me go!" Mikasa panicked because Eren who pulled her was drunk!

"You bitch! You ruined my days, I failed to approach pieck because of you! Every time I listen to you, I get annoyed! I hate you".

Mikasa slapped Eren. "You idiot, I don't even know you, it has nothing to do with me!"

Before Mikasa had run away, Eren pulled her body and kissed her roughly, biting Mikasa's lips until they were swollen and bleeding a little.

"Listen and heed! I am, Eren Jaeger, the one who hates you the most in the world and tonight as an expression of my hatred, I will take away your pride as a virgin!”

"help ME-!" Mikasa screamed as Eren squeezed her breasts tightly.

Eren just realized... how hot Mikasa looks. Mikasa looks much more expensive than the women he's slept with. Eren was already aroused enough to finally take off Mikasa's jeans. Honestly, Eren has never had sex in public. This time he would do it standing up. Eren put his finger into Mikasa's mouth, automatically gagging the slur that came out of it. After his fingers were wet enough, he inserted them into Mikasa's vaginal opening mercilessly. Mikasa screamed loudly, she felt too much pain, if Mikasa didn't make a fight, her virginity would be snatched away by that jerk.

Mikasa saw that Eren was being lulled by her body, Mikasa immediately took the opportunity to run away. she elbowed Eren's back, then Mikasa kicked Eren down. Mikasa immediately pulled back her pants, she hurriedly dragged Sasha who was drunk and out of the pub.

Her heart was cursing Eren, cursing the bastard man.

Eren stood up, he chuckled softly. "Damn, it turns out she's a bitch"

Floch approached him. “Obviously, you hate her but you intend to rape her! she will definitely act like a raging wild boar!”

Eren was silent. "Do you know? I think I like her a bit, just a bit, especially her horny face, it's really hot.”

~~~

A few years later

Mikasa seemed to be hiding behind the kitchen door.

"Mika~ where are you my sweetheart?"

That call made Mikasa get goosebumps.

Eren quickly found her and pulled Mikasa into his arms. "Hi! It's rude to run away from your husband."

"Take a bath eren!".

"But you also have to take a bath with me"

"Eren let me go!"

Eren immediately picked up Mikasa and brought her back to their bed. Come on Mikasa is really tired of facing Eren's strong stamina. she wants to rest!

“Mika, what about the seven children? I like the number seven"

"stupid!".

Mikasa's last words, after that only hot sighs were heard in the apartment. such are the days of newlyweds.

~~~

T H E E N D

*sorry for my bad english

FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU 😭✨💓💓 and second, i hate my mind that i kinda wish they fucked at that time.. like.. umh…. Eren rape her? Idk.. i hate my mind.

If you want me to be curious what happen to EM after that night and how they end up getting marry, YES I’m curious! 😭😭😭😭

Hmm in my mind, after that night Eren can’t stop thinking about Mikasa but he didn’t feel guilty cause that bitch deserved it. While Mikasa is traumatized and hate Eren with all of her heart. In school when they passing by, they acted like they never met or know each other. Mikasa know Eren is a jerk but she doesn’t mind it till Eren suddenly attacked her. She really mad. And when she recognized Eren acted toward Pieck and find out maybe Eren like her, Mikasa start her revenge.

She introduce Pieck with other man name Porco, well Mikasa also didn’t expect they both will immediately matched.

When Eren come to Pieck office (to flirt with her) instead found pieck, he find Mikasa on her desk reading a book. He rolled his eyes and asked her where Ms. pieck? Mikasa calmly replied that Ms. pieck in on the rooftop, smoking maybe. She trapped him to see Pieck flirting with other man.

Now there’s three options:

1. Eren mad at Mikasa but decided ignored her

2. He had a great fight with Mikasa after he saw Pieck with other Man, know that Mikasa do it on purpose.

3. Finally forced fuck her, take her to the toilet. But ended up can’t control himself cause he didn’t expect Mikasa feels so good.

I hate the third option 🧎🏻‍♀️

It take really long time for EM start fall to each other 😭

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justvibewith · 3 years

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Surprise Visit

Summary: You are a nursing student who just survive a hell week and you missed your husband, Wonwoo who is a doctor at a hospital in another state. Why not surprise him with a visit? Definitely a surprise visit that contains a whole drama.

Genre: fluff, a bit of suggestive (?), angst (more like a verbal fight tho)

Characters: Doctor Wonwoo x Female OC

Word Count: 3052

A/N: Hi! I’m a new writer and I only write for Seventeen atm. The name is Angel or you can call me Ella. English is my second language, so hopefully explain why writing is so bad. I used to write before but I had a writing block for over 3-4 years. Recently, I’m trying to train myself to write again. So I hope that all of you could give me some feedback or might challenge me to write some stories~ All of things happen on the story are fiction and some are real life experience. Enjoy!

"Finally, the hell week is over '' Hana lay her head down on the table. It was called hell week for a reason since the students had to take their final exam while also completing their practicals at the hospital. This is the week where a lot of students stay up, cry and stress together. Hana was also one of the students that pulled an all-nighter. To make it worse, she was not feeling herself. For a positive ball of energy like her, it’s unusual for that to happen.`I'm craving drinks, man. I wanna get drunk.." Siyeon said as she sat next to Hana with her iced americano. "Should we? Hana, you wanna go out tonight?" Jinjoo looked excited as she poked Hana. "I'm tired.." Hana mumbled from her arm. "That is why we should go out.." Jinjoo pouted as she tried to persuade her best friend. Hana sits up and drinks her iced tea in a daze. "Earth down to you, Hana. Are you good?" Jinjoo squeezed her friend's hand. "It must be about your husband, is it?" Siyeon guessed correctly which made Hana pouted. She looked at her sparkling wedding band on her ring finger. Jeon Wonwoo is Hana's husband and also a neurosurgeon at Seoul University Hospital. But currently, both of them are in a long-distance relationship since they are working and studying in different states. "How did you know?" Hana questioned, making Siyeon snicker. "It is so obvious, woman.." Hana pouted as she twirls the ring on her finger. Jinjoo looked at her best friend with a beaming smile. "How about you go and visit him? You know, give him a cute surprise~" Immediately, Hana's eyes lit up at the idea. “I mean, we already started our break. It doesn’t hurt for you to spend your time with your husband,” Siyeon encouraged her friend with a smile.

Hana was preparing her luggage when her phone rang. It is Wonwoo, who face-timed her. Hana scrambled, panicked before jumping on the bed to make it look like she did nothing. "Hi, baby. How are you?" Wonwoo's deep and gentle voice soothes Hana. She could make out that Wonwoo was also having a busy day judging by the tired smile on his face. Not only that, he was still wearing his white coat and his black thin-rimmed glasses subtly covered his dark eye bags. "Survived hell week. How are you? I missed you so much.." Hana beamed at the screen. "Miss you too, honey. Well, I had a few surgeries and I am also on call tonight, which is not fun. Have you eaten yet?" Hana nodded. "I did.. Take a quick nap okay? you look so tired, babe. Take care of your health too, if you are sick, how are you gonna take care of your patient?" Hana nagged her husband. "Yes, I understand, Mrs Jeon." He giggled. "I missed you so much.." Hana spoke softly. "Come here then.." Wonwoo grinned as he stretched. "Oh, I will. Just wait~" He laughed at her cute face scrunched.

"Who did you call?" Wonwoo turned to look at his fellow surgeon, Kwon Soon Young who pushed the door open. He came in with a cup of ramen with Jihoon, tagging along behind him. "My wife.." Wonwoo stood up and took a seat near the men as Jihoon put his ramen on the table. "You are married?" Sooyoung shouted. He was so shocked. He can’t believe this cold and stoic-looking man is already married. Soonyoung’s mind is revving to spill the tea about Wonwoo’s secret marriage to Seungkwan and Seokmin, the friendly nurses that he is close with. "It's obvious. He didn’t even hide that he is married. He even has his wife's picture in his locker and on his phone lock screen.Oh, I've met her once too," Jihoon said as he slurped the noodles. "Wait, am I the only person who didn't know? Can I meet her? Please?" Wonwoo sighed at his friend's persistence.

Wonwoo was finishing his round when he approached the nurses and doctors that he’s close with. "The infamous Jeon Wonwoo. Come and join us.." Yoon Jeonghan, the pediatric doctor called him. "We are talking about going out for dinner together tonight. I know your shift is gonna end today, so join us." Another pediatric doctor, Mingyu, excitedly urged him. "Mrs Jung, do you seriously agree with these nasty boys?" Wonwoo turned and asked the oldest nurse who is like his mom in the hospital, Mrs Jung. "I can't decline if someone is gonna buy me food and drinks. Doctor Min Ah Ra and Nurse Han Seo Jin are also going, so at least there are more women added to the party." She smiled. "I mean Doctor Min Ji seems very interested in you~You both would suit each other very much" Nurse Han Seo Jin wriggled her eyebrow at Wonwoo. Wonwoo looked very uncomfortable at the mention. Doctor Ah Ra is known for her straightforwardness in work and her love life. She always goes all out. Yesterday, she even bought him and Jihoon coffee and cakes. Even before that, she would always buy him food and sit near him. It’s not like he didn’t drop hints that he is not interested but in fact, he always declined and avoided her. Somehow, she didn't get it or she was just being persistent. "Should I be upfront and tell her that I'm married?" He thought. Sensing his discomfort, Mrs Jung said "I don't think that Doctor wonwoo think Doctor Ah Ra that way." Jeonghan also jumped to save him, "I guess it's true that Wonwoo is not interested in anyone.Oh, great news! Soonyoung and Jihoon said that they are going to join us too. This is going to be more merrier!"

Hana was very happy when she arrived at his apartment. When she entered the house, she smiled. The house was very clean despite being a bit dusty. "He must be very busy.." Hana cleaned his house and even stocked his fridge with food. She can't wait for him to come back home. After doing all the chores,she texted him to ask when he is available so she could call him, in order for her to know when he is going to go home. "Sorry babe, I'm going out to eat with the team. Might be home around midnight though." He spoke softly. "Well, I miss you.." He chuckled. "If you want me to call you around midnight, sure~" Hana laughed as she snuggled in his bed. "Well, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow.." He sighed when he heard his name "sorry babe, duty calls.." She smiled. "Take care babe, love you.." He whispered. "Love you too darling". After the phone call, Hana pouted, thinking what she should do to kill some time. " Well, I should go shopping and eat great food.." She grinned as she searched for the restaurants that are popular in that area.

Not only SoonYoung and Jihoon follow them but the nurses, Seokmin and Seungkwan also joined the team. They were having bbq and enjoying the meat. "You know, I'm glad my children are older now. I can enjoy going out with you youngsters without stress." Mrs Jung laughed happily as she ate a piece of meat. "This is so good!" Seokmin sighed happily. Wonwoo nodded as he munched on his food. Doctor Ah Ra, like always, would stick near him. "Here a wrap. Says ahh..'' she tries to feed him a wrap. Wonwoo put his hand in front of him "it's okay. You should eat it.." Jeonghan and Jihoon looked at each other and sipped at their shots, at the awkward drama. Before nurse seojin can try to be a wing woman, Mrs Jung speaks out. "I guess we should play a game.. I really wanna see all of you youngsters play the game truth or dare without dare.. I'm too old for dare.." All of them laughed at her joke.

Hana grinned happily as she walked into the BBQ shop. "Hi, can I have a seat for a person.." The waitress nodded and brought her to a seat. "I'm sorry to inform you that the set comes for 2 people," she smiled at the waitress. "It's okay.., '' she grinned at the waitress. The waitress nodded at her before sitting her down at an empty table. Hana was looking around the BBQ restaurants when a group of people caught her eyes. They were laughing at one of the women's jokes. "I should invite Siyeon and Jinjoo here.." She pouted as she looked at her phone. However, the guy who sits at the edge of the table looked very familiar which made her double take. She looked up again to see the man,clearly. Lo and behold, it's her husband. She quickly ducks her head, hiding her face. "Oh no! I'm going to be caught."

"Which department doctor do you hate so much?" Jihoon asked the oldest nurse. "We all know Mr Kang Ho Jun from the cardiology department. That man is annoying!" Mr Jung huffed. All of them laugh. "Yup I can't deny it." Jeonghan sighed, taking a shot. "So now let us turn the bottle.." It landed on Doctor Ah Ra. "Who is your ideal type amongst the doctors and why?" Nurse Seojin asked her. "My ideal type is doctor wonwoo. He is tall, handsome, and great at his work..." Everyone just wooed at her responses. Wonwoo wants to focus on the game despite his annoyance but the lady at the table in front of him caught his eyes. She was ducking her head awkwardly with a menu in her hands. He narrowed his eyes at the ring on her ring finger that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw one of the waitresses come to her table. That is when she dropped the menu to talk with the waitress. She looked very hurried."Wonwoo it's your turn." He looked at them. "Huh?" Nurse Seojin goes again. "What nickname would you give to doctor Ji A?" Wonwoo's eyes travelled back to the familiar woman at the table in front and when the waitress moved, both of him and her eyes met. "Baby!"

"Baby!" When Hana's eyes met Wonwoo, she knew she was busted. She waves awkwardly. Wonwoo spoke briefly at them before standing up and walked towards her. Before she said anything, he immediately hugged her. "Umm... Surprised..?" She giggled." When did you arrive?" He looked at her, grinning happily. "This afternoon..." He barked a laugh, "so when you called me earlier.." Hana grinned "I was on your bed.." Wonwoo shakes his head at her and leads her to his table. She looked at the people nervously. Not even wonwoo's hand behind her could soothe her nerves."Guys, this is my wife, Hana. Hana, this is my friend and colleague." She bowed to them "hello, I'm Hana, wonwoo's wife. Thank you for taking care of him while he is working at the hospital." Jeonghan waves "we met again, Hana..." Jihoon also put his hand's up, saying hi to her as they met before.

Hana sat next to Wonwoo. The woman next to him look at her with unreadable expression. "I never know you were married!" Seungkwan bellowed. "I thought everybody knows.. Mrs Jung knows too.. " wonwoo said as his hand wandered behind Hana's back. "How was your internship?" Jeonghan smiled at her. "It was great. I learned a lot at the hospital.." Hana mused. "No wonder wonwoo hides her. She is so pretty..." Soonyoung's word makes Hana hides her face to his side. “You are studying nurse, right? I hope I can work with you in the future,” Mrs Jung smiled fondly at her. “ I hope she can do her job very well then,” the woman next to her rudely. All of the people at the table looked uncomfortable at her statement. “ Oh! Since you never met us formally, this is Nurse Han Seo Jin and Doctor Ah Ra. Both of them worked in neurosurgery too,” Hana nodded in understanding and turned to Doctor Ah Ra. “It’s nice to meet you,” Doctor Ah Ra rolled her eyes and just nodded as she drinks her soju.

Doctor Ah Ra keeps drinking her soju which makes all the people at the table become very nervous. The thing about doctor Ah Ra is, she is very outspoken but she can be much worse when she’s drunk. “ How did you guys meet?” Hana looked at Doctor Ah Ra. “Oh, we were in the same school,” Doctor Ah Ra hummed. “So, you become a nurse because he is a doctor?” before Hana could retort her reason to be a nurse. “Are you stupid? You think that you can date while working if you do that?” Doctor Ah Ra snickered. Hana frowned. She doesn’t understand why this woman is attacking her. “I did not become a nurse because my husband is a doctor. I don’t get why you insinuate things, Doctor Ah Ra.” Doctor Ah Ra laughed bitterly. “I don’t get it. Why does he like you? Because you are cute? We all know cute girls are the most foxy ones. You are not even that pretty.” The others were rendered speechless by Doctor Ah Ra’s words. Hana could sense Wonwoo is heated with Doctor Ah Ra’s statement. “ Doctor Ah Ra, I think you should get home now. You drank too much..” His voice is low and serious. “ I don’t get it. Why don’t you like me back? I don’t care if you are married, you should be with me,” Hana was heated with Ah Ra’s childish words. “Are you even hearing what comes out of your mouth?” Doctor Ah Ra laughed. “Look, a lot of guys left their wife for me. It’s not my fault that they want me. Jeon Wonwoo, I don’t understand what is so attractive about her. Her look is just basic, and I doubt she is that intelligent-” The sudden bang shocked everyone. “ I don’t mind if you insult me but don’t insult my wife. You have crossed the line, Doctor Ah Ra. Excuse us, it is better for both of us to retire for the night. I’m sorry everyone,” Wonwoo stood up and gathered their things. Hana looked at the others, feeling bad for ruining their dinner. “I’m sorry for this Doctor Jeon,” Mrs. Jung looked at him, feeling guilty. He shook his head, “ No, It’s not your fault, Mrs.Jung. See you guys tomorrow,”

“Are you okay,Wonwoo?” Hana sat down next to Wonwoo on the couch. “ I can’t believe Doctor Ah Ra has the nerve to say all of that. I thought that I didn’t drop hints that I was married and uninterested in her. It seems like she was ignoring those hints all along,” Wonwoo sighed. He used to feel so guilty when Doctor Ah Ra made moves on him, even though he, with the help of his other friends, did drop hints to her that he was uninterested and married. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you give her false hope or anything. Some people choose to ignore things for their own happiness,” “Are you not mad or anything?” “ Why would I be angry about something that you can’t control? It’s not your fault that she falls for you. To be honest, I couldn’t get angry at her for falling for you but I am angry at her for not understanding boundaries,” Wonwoo hummed in understanding. “Anyway-” Hana quickly jumped on him, covering his face and neck with kisses. Wonwoo hauled in laughter. “You really miss me huh?” Hana kissed on the tip of his nose before answering. “ Of course. Who wouldn’t miss their husband, especially someone as hot as you?” Wonwoo grinned before flipping her on the couch. “Well, I guess I should give you all those loving that I missed during our last meeting,”

“ Someone’s glowing,” Mrs. Jung grinned when she spotted Wonwoo walking to their circle. “I guess you have a good night,” Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow, teasing Wonwoo, making the man groan. “ Did he fu-” before the words leave Soonyoung’s mouth, Jihoon shoved the rice cakes into his mouth. “ Have some rice cakes, I brought when I was out of town for conference meeting,” Doctor Seungcheol from cardiology department pat Wonwoo’s back. “I heard about yesterday’s tea. I hope you will be fine today,” he smiled to assure Wonwoo. Before Wonwoo could say anything, Doctor Ah Ra made way for him. “ Doctor Jeon, can I talk to you for a minute?”. Wonwoo nodded before making her way to her office. “Have a seat,” She offered when they got into her office. “I’m fine. What is it?” He spoke coldly. Doctor Ah Ra sighed before apologizing. “ I apologize for yesterday. I guess I’m not good at handling things,” Wonwoo nodded without saying anything. “ I also hope to apologize to your wife directly. It was low on me for blowing my anger at her,” Wonwoo nodded before opening his mouth. “ I accept your apology. I hope we can work like before without any personal feeling attached,” . Hana was surprised when Doctor Ah Ra apologized to her directly when she was having lunch with Wonwoo. “ It is fine. I accept your apology,” she smiled softly at the woman. “ What I did was very wrong, so I am very sorry once again,” said Doctor Ah Ra before she dismissed herself. “ Did she really apologize?” Jeonghan ran and sat near the couple. “Yeah, why?” Wonwoo spoke as he finished chewing his food. “ Very surprised because she has a reputation,” Hana nodded, “ What reputation?” Wonwoo immediately cut, “ No need to worry baby,” Jihoon and Soonyoung came and sat at their table. “ Baby? Gross,” Jihoon snorted as he took a sip of his coke. Soonyoung grinned at Hana “ Hi, we meet again. I have a lot of questions to ask you,” Hana laughed at the man. “ Yeah, ask away” Soonyoung giggled when he got the approval before typing in his Tiger cased phone. “ Does Wonwoo love skinship?” Hana giggled before grinning deviously. “ He does look cold but he loves skinship. He is a very romantic guy despite his looks,” All of the boys wooed at the shy man who’s gaze was straight on his food. “ Ewww, tell me more!” Jihoon giggled.

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 4]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

||𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

We shouldn't be doing this. I thought we all agreed? It was too risky putting her in there, even if she is backup. But Y/n insisted.

There were just too many things that could go wrong.

What if the plan didn't work? What if he caught on before he got in the sauna? What if he breaks out?

Everyone seems pretty confident in the plan, and it is a strong plan. But... they don't know the Mind Flayer like I do. They don't know how determined he is.

Especially when he's angry.

"Y/n...?" I wince internally when my voice comes out softer than I wanted.

She looks over her shoulder, away from the huddled party, and steps away with me out of earshot while Lucas finishes up the details. She took my hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze, already reading my thoughts.

"I'm still doing this, hon,"

I can't help but sag my shoulders, avoiding her eye and nervously I begin playing with her hands. "You don't have to though,"

"I know," she says. But with one look I can tell she's trying to bury her worry. "But we've got no other choice,"

"Yes, we do. We can wait for more backup. We could finally find Dustin? Get my mom, the chief...?"

I trail off as Y/n gives me a bittersweet smile, tracing my hands with her thumbs. My gut sinks.

"You said it yourself, Will. We need to do this as soon as possible. If it is him, he could hurt someone,"

This time it's her turn to trail off, and finally, I speak with a gentle, countering voice. "Like you?"

She sighs, sagging her head against my shoulder and lazily snaking her hands around my waist in a hug. I hug her back, trying to enjoy this moment. I can tell she is too. It's then I hear her mumble against my shoulder, "I'm too stubborn to die,"

I laugh to myself, hugging her tighter and over her shoulder I see the Party split up. Mike was tailing El, Lucas was most likely out on the hunt for a lock of some sort as he had volunteered earlier and Max stayed put with the binoculars.

Against my better judgment, I pull away and meet Y/n's eye. The look of adoration in them was hard to believe, and it still made my knees weak. Thankful again for her and this moment, I planted a kiss on the crown of her head and she smiled.

"You trust me, right?" She asked, her voice unusually delicate.

I moved my chin off of her head so I could gawk at her, completely appaled.

"What?" But she was serious, and it broke my heart. "Of course I trust you. It's him I don't trust. I know what he's capable of and... I know what he thinks of you."

Y/n doesn't say anything this time. She just looks back at our interwoven hands and then back at me. She shoots me a quick, forced smile that unintentionally told me she was feeling more and more uneasy. But because it was Y/n, she was trying to brave for others. She was putting it aside for the great good.

She shouldn't have to. She doesn't have to. I just wish she knew that.

"Come on," she says, pulling me along after Lucas. "Let's go."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

We found Lucas in the maintenance shed, digging through multiple boxes. I fell quiet and immediately got to work searching the shelves. Behind me at the door, Y/n hesitated, almost unsure of the silent tension in the room before ultimately shrugging it off and getting to work.

So far, all I was seeing was gardening gloves and other gardening supplies like pesticides, undoubtedly for lawn maintenance in front of and around the pools.

"Uh, Will...?" Lucas asks, shooting a nervous glance between me and Y/n from over his shoulder. "Um, you know about yesterday...?" Lucas asks softly.

Y/n hesitated from beside me for a moment, and in turn, so does Lucas. But he seems determined to make things right.

"It's fine, Lucas," I say, looking up from the box. "You don't have to say anything."

"I know..." Lucas continues, closing whatever lockbox he had found himself in. He was obviously nervous doing this in front of Y/n, but I guess I couldn't blame him. "But it's just... it was a really cool campaign. " he looks between both of us now, earnestly. "both of you did a great job."

He looks back at me, and Y/n shifts by my side, a frown on her face and her mouth in a small 'o' shape.

"And Mike and I should have never-"

"I don't care anymore Lucas," I say, moving on to a new box. "I really don't. We have bigger things to worry about now,

I know he's sorry, but I also know that if I dwell on it any longer I will only grow more upset. And I was already too worried about how this was going to go.

A pile of metal in the next box caught my eye. It was a long rope of steel chains and I pulled it out of the box, showing it to them.

"This should hold him,"

They both nod, looking somewhat relieved. But as I had feared, the matter wasn't being put to bed. Y/n had turned back to Lucas with a quirked brow and an edge in her voice and asked the last question we needed in this moment.

"Mike and you shouldn't have what?"

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The chain lock on the door undid itself and the azure gate swung open, allowing El to stride inside.

'A fake man' is what she was told to look for, at least that's how the others summed it up when she asked what a "dummy" looked like. Her first answer had been from Max - "easy, we both dated one" - she told El. She had rolled her eyes despite fighting back a small smile. She half expected a rebuttal from Y/n but El had turned her head just in time to see Will pulling her away, and El's shoulders sagged.

She wasn't gonna think about it, or get her hopes up. El was determined to keep her mind on the task at hand, even now as her wide eyes scoured the shelves of many peculiar items. Finally, a flash of bright red caught her eye and she knew immediately why they called it a fake man.

El picked it up off the shelf and tried not to think about how much it creeped her out. Its head, arms, and legs flopped around when she picked it up and suddenly she was filled with aggravation. But it had not been from this dummy. It had been from the one that followed her.

"Hey, I found the breakers," El didn't turn her head, she just grimaced and sighed. The last person she wanted to see now was Mike. "Woah, that thing is super creepy. Let me see it-"

He took it from her arms abruptly when she turned, and she frowned up at him. Mike didn't notice. With a goofy smile, he held it up in his arms like a puppet.

"I think this'll work. Right buddy?" His other hand moved to the dummy's chin, making it talk in a grating high pitched voice. "'Right Mike',"

El was done waiting, and she certainly wasn't impressed with his behavior. She gave him a purposeful, deadpan glare before taking the dummy back and making a break for the door. Alone.

But Mike didn't still didn't seem to take the hint. Why was he laughing and joking, she wondered. Why was he acting like nothing was wrong?

"Hey, El," he calls after her, for once sounding earnest.

Against her better judgment, she turns around.

"I just," he sighs, beginning to fight nervously. "I wanted to say..." he shifts on his feet. "You know when I said Nana was sick?" He took another, plunging deep breath. Here goes nothing, he thought."Well, she wasn't. I lied."

"I know."

El turned to leave, and Mike called out again. "Right, right, right, I just... I think it was important for you to know the context," he adds.

Her eyes tighten in a glare, she was growing impatient.

"Hopper," Mike says quickly. "he went crazy on me. Telling me I'm spending way too much time with you. He made me lie, I mean, you're the most important thing to me in the world-"

"-What if he's right?" El cut in, dropping the dummy on the ground.

"What?"

"Hop," she challenged, stepping forward.

A lazy grin took over Mike's face, a mocking grin, and he laughed dismissively. "Oh, no, no, no. He's just some angry old man who hates joy,"

The girl grits her teeth, reminded more and more of Diana's truth lasso and the Amazon warriors Max and Y/n had taught her about. And it gave her more confidence in her answer.

"But if I only see you," she explains slowly, putting on a facetious tone and jabbing a finger in his shoulder. "and I'm a different species than you, then I should be with my species more."

"What are you talking about?" Mike asks, flabbergasted as El retrieves the dummy from the floor. When she nears the gate, his jaw drops in shock when it clicks. "...Did you spy on me?"

"That's totally against the rules!" He cries, and she heaves the dummy over her shoulders.

"I make my own rules,"

And with that, El had left leaving Mike alone and in shock.

The silence had lasted only moments before a crackle of his walkie startled him.

"Mike? Are you there?"

"Yeah!" He can't help but snap, still much too in his own head.

"Where are you guys?" Max asks from her station at the car.

She hadn't left, nor had she taken her eyes off of Billy since everyone split.

"I'm coming... just hold on a second- Mike!"

Max did a double-take at the walkie when she barely heard the second voice in the background. It sounded like Y/n. But Mike had already shut off his coms. So Max shrugged, setting down her walkie and taking another hesitant look through the binoculars at her stepbrother.

"I hope it's not you," she says under her breath. "I really hope it not you."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Mike!"

Mike stumbled back against the shelves, startled when Y/n came storming in and he nervously closed his walkie.

She looked livid.

Will and Lucas were right on her tail, fearfully and hesitantly trying to persuade or calm her in some way.

"The hell is wrong with you, Wheeler?"

"What?!" He asked, completely dumbfounded.

"You heard me! What the hell is your problem?"

"You tell me! Apparently, I'm messing up everywhere," he exclaims, gesturing after El. "you're gonna have to be more specific,"

"Y/n, really, just let it go. I'm over it-" Will eased.

"-Well, I'm not." She spits, glowering at Mike. "Why the hell would you say that? How could you say that?!"

"Say what...?!" Mike's heart and stomach sunk 6 feet when he met the saddened eyes of Will, and he felt he might hurl. He had been kicking himself since it came out of his mouth, just as he had with his fight outside the mall with Y/n. It was getting harder and harder for Mike not to explode these days, everything instinct seemed to be the wrong one. "Oh..."

"Yeah, oh," she snarls, completely disgusted. "None of us said that to you when El was gone for a year now did we?"

Mike picks his eyes back up off the floor where he had guiltily been avoiding everyone's eye and meets her fiery glare, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. The more and more she looks at him the more he feels like he's standing on hot coals.

But despite her intimidating stature, her voice grew quieter and more intense.

"And you spent all those nights in her fort, testing the channels and calling out to her?When we all thought she was dead. Did we ever say anything so horrible?"

He shifts again, his heartbreaking and anger swelling up in his chest at himself as he recalls what he said to Will. "No, you didn't."

"No, we didn't. Because friends don't do that shit."

"No, they don't,"

"They also don't shit all over their friend, leaving him behind, mocking things important to him either," she says pointedly, now sharing that look with Lucas but it was less severe towards the Sinclair boy. "huh?"

They both nodded, and Will stayed quiet.

-"No,"

-"Huh-uh,"

She turns back to Mike, shaking her head with her arms folded over her stomach. She was still passed but the boy looked well past sorry. And suddenly her face went blank, scaring Mike.

"What?" He asks carefully.

"You drew first blood, metaphorically speaking," Y/n informed, still trying to tamper down her anger. "so you have to apologize. A real one, not a fake one, and not out of defense."

Mike fell silent again, looking between her, Lucas, and finally Will. Before he could open his mouth to speak, she finished.

"Do it when you mean it, Mike. Not because you got caught,"

And then, like deja vu, she was gone leaving him and this time, his friends in silent shock. And with one lingering look, Will had left with her.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Erica, do you copy?"

Erica buckled the helmet under her chin, her head still getting used to the weight of two flashlights and Dustin's walkie headset.

Night had fallen and everyone had locked up, including their very own Scoops Ahoy. With the addition of one Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair of course. The girl tightens her backpack over her shoulders and stands ready at the latter.

"Mm-hmm. I copy. You nerds in position, or what?"

"Yeah, we're in position," Robin answers softly, careful not to draw any attention like last time despite the lack of company. "It's It's quiet here, so you've got the green light."

"Green light. Got it." She nods, beginning her ascent. "Commence Operation Child Endangerment."

"Can we maybe not call it that?" Robin plead.

"See you on the other side, nerds." Was her only response and the line went quiet.

Erica had begun her journey into the vents.

⊹ �� ⊹

After several painstaking, hair-tearing minutes the trio finally heard a response.

"Alright, nerds. I'm there,"

"Do you see anything?" Robin asks.

Erica peers through the vents with little interest.

"Yeah, I see those boring little boxes you're so excited about,"

"Any guards?"

"Negative,"

"Booby traps?" Robin inquires.

Erica scoffs as she slips the backpack off her shoulders.

"If I could see them, they'd be pretty shit traps, wouldn't they?"

Steve fights a smirk, but it wasn't hard given his stress level.

"Thank you for that," Robin deadpans.

Erica rears back her legs and with a fearsome cry she kicked out the vent and tossed her backpack out onto the floor. And nary a booby trap in sight. So far.

Her feet collided with the ground and she gave a firm nod.

"I'm in,"

Those words hit Steve harder than anything they had done all week, and he feels suddenly as if a giant weight had been placed on his lungs preventing him from breathing.

"Oh, god," he groaned into his hands.

They were sending an actual child - not to mention a child he barely knew - into certain danger for the sake of reward. Oh, he definitely went too far, this was bad. This was so very bad.

A far-off buzzing pulled his eyes back to the doors just in time to see them swing open. And out waltzed Erica who was waiting for them with a knowing look.

"Free ice cream. For. Life!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

A choir of crickets sings into the starless night. The warm breeze blowing in from the east enunciates the sway of the trees and carries with it the smell of chlorine drifting in from the closed pool. The concrete was still wet from today's patrons, and the last of the darkened footprints on the concrete had begun to dry. Including the trail that led all the way into the men's locker room.

Billy stood under the gentle stream of water, allowing the freezing water to soak all the way to his bones. He had been in the shower for at least an hour, trying desperately to quell the fire in his veins but he only managed to subdue it to a small ember.

Finally, he kills the water, and the locker room falls deadly quiet. Billy liked the quiet, he always had. And now more than ever.

Towel secured around his torso, he now stands at and opens his designated locker, and begins to change. His mind wanders aimlessly, anything that wasn't the obvious when suddenly, the silence is first disturbed.

The moaning of the metal door bounced off of the long stretch of lockers with an echoey tin, and Billy bristled.

"Pool's closed,"

Metal cried out to him again, finished by a shuddering clang from the door yet again.

"Hey!"

No answer.

He slams the locker shut so hard the whole row shakes and he takes off down the hall after them in a blind fury.

"YOU HEAR ME?!"

Again no answer, but Billy wouldn't accept it.

"The pool is closed!"

He throws his fists against the exit door, confused as to why it wasn't opening. Unbeknownst to him, a certain brunette was hiding in the shadows across the locker room, playing with the door - and the lock now trapping him inside - all without lifting a finger.

Angered and confused, Billy continues his assault on the door; slamming fist after fist, push after push but there was no give. He was locked inside.

And the lights cut out.

Billy was high alert now. And so was He. Billy could feel him prickle, far back in his mind but he was there. Watching.

Waiting.

"Billy," came a distant, sing-song voice.

"Who's there," he seethes.

"Billy~"

He stalked back around the corner as he echoes the mocking, sing-song voice.

"Who's there~"

More rattling preceded a chilling, squeaky laugh that echoed seemingly from everywhere. Billy takes a chance and rips open the first shower curtain, but finds nothing. The voice calls out again, once, twice. It laughs.

"You think this is funny?" He asks, in a frighteningly low voice.

The voice laughs, once again, in response and hisses another taunt. "Billy! Come and find me!"

He stalks further and further, edging the end of the brick wall as his eyes prowl across the room in search of movement.

"I find you, it is your funeral," he promises.

His eyes lock on the closing door leading to the weight room, and as if reading his thoughts, the voice eggs him on.

"Come and get me! Come on!"

Slowly he maneuvers towards the door, reaching ever so slowly for the handle. And in one swift motion, he rips it open and storms inside, finding no one but himself. At first.

"Billy!" The voice cried again, closer than ever. Another taunting laugh.

But Billy's eyes were dead set ahead on the sauna door, and more specifically the silhouette of moppy hair waiting for him behind the foggy glass window. The corners of Billy's mouth are yanked up in a disconnected smile that never quite reaches his pained eyes.

"Got you,"

His lips curl back into a snarl - an exaggerated smile - as he claps his hands and cackles, marching in for the kill.

He's already ripping open the door, face falling and realizing the truth of it all when he registers the voice clear as day and flatter and angrier than ever.

"Come and get me you piece of shit."

A fake. A goddamn fake made out of a stolen CPR dummy was the only thing waiting for him, harnessed from the ceiling. In a flood of anger, Billy steps forward and grabs the dummy in a chokehold, its rubber head hitting the ceiling with a thud. And that's when he spots it.

The walkie-talkie duct-taped to its chest and still talking to him.

"Hey. Behind you,"

Billy whirls around to find one of the girls from the night before.

El.

"Hi,"

Billy chucks the dummy into the sauna floor, but before he can do anything else, the girl flicks her head with a grunt and he's sent flying into the tile wall. It shatters where his back makes contact and he cries out in pain, falling to the floor in a heap.

"Now!" Mike cries.

The lights return with a sharp click and across the room, the Party emerges from their hiding spot in the locker rooms.

Billy's already on his feet, blood pounding in his ears just from his furious screams as he storms after El. But El is faster. She rakes one clawed hand through the air with a grunt and the door swings shut with a loud bang, where the others got to work.

Y/n had stopped at El's side where she was mostly hidden, for once allowing her best friend to shield her from the man pounding and screaming against the glass like a rabid dog. The others had already secured a smaller metal pipe through the door handle and the pipes attached to the wall, encircling it all with the rope of chains Will had discovered.

"Come on! Come on!" Mike reflexively cried, with nothing more to do but help hold the door closed and watch as Billy atta ked inches from his face.

He could feel the door moving.

At last, the click of the lock reached their ears. "Got it!" Lucas cried.

The four of them scurry back to El's side, watching in horror as Billy descended into madness before their very eyes.

The lock and chains rattled, as did the pipe and with every flinch of the door, the edge in the air grew sharper. Y/n felt a hand squeeze her own and she knew it was Will, and she gave his hand a thankful squeeze. Nobody said anything as he roared in anger, and they all feared what might happen next but not a single one of them expected what did.

His face slowly fell, his screams dying out with it as his expression turned to gasp when he noticed a particular individual.

"Max,"

His voice was a whisper, barely a breath, as he looked upon the girl. Her expression was unreadable, but it didn't take a genius to know she was trying to be brave. He looked - and sounded - betrayed. One by one, her friends look to her, her ocean eyes dead ahead on her brother.

"Do it," she says.

Releasing Y/n's hand, Will runs forward to the controls, commencing the sauna test.

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The trio, now quartet, stood packed together inside the locked room, peering over the same Imperial Panda box that was identical to the others piling the shelves. Steve handed Dustin's pocket knife back to the boy after splitting the tape. He pries the lid open, popping the remaining bit of tape, and unfolds the cardboard to reveal an unexpected sight.

The four of them peer in to get a better look at the single metal box with one indented handle in the very center. Steve sends them each a curious look before twisting the lid until he felt and heard the satisfying click and hiss of air releasing from the inside. Discarding the lid revealed to all four figures four similar handles inside corresponding cylinders; steam spilling out from all sides.

"That's definitely not Chinese food," Steve says finally.

He makes a grab for one of the cylinders but stops himself, motioning for the three.

"Uh, maybe you guys should, uh, you know stand back,"

Robin shrugs and complies, and Erica steps off the box of Kauffman Shoes she had been standing on but Dustin doesn't move. He just shakes his head defiantly.

"No,"

"Just step back, alright?" Steve says, eyeing the handle while trying to shoo the kid away.

"No,"

"Step back!"

-"no!"

-"seriously!"

-"No!" Dustin cries, growing upset. "If you die, I die,"

The room goes silent and everyone stares at Dustin as he gives Steve a challenging look. And after several moments of silence, Steve concedes.

"Okay," he finally shrugs.

Steve turns back to the handle and draws in an anxious, and unlikely-but-also-not-impossibly last breath, and unlocks the cylinder. Again, it hisses and more and more steam spills out but all eyes were on the glowing green substance in the cylinder Steve now held up.

"What the hell?" Steve gasps.

"What... is that?" Robin can't help but ask.

The billowing sound of grinding gears and squeaking pulleys rang in their ears and they all felt an invisible force sway them on their feet. They hadn't previously thought it possible, but their attention was stolen away from the mysterious glowing substance and towards the room.

"Is that just me or did the room move?" Dustin murmured.

"Booby traps," Erica croaked, for the first time sounding scared.

The room was filled with more and more clicks that only grew louder and Robin snapped into action.

"Okay, you know what? Let's just grab that and go," she says, snatching the cylinder from Steve's hands and begab securing it in Erica's backpack.

Dustin made a break for the panel, where Erica had shown him and wasted no time in pressing, "door open," but nothing happened. Just the empty clicks reaching his ears as he feverishly pressed the button over and over and tried not to panic.

"Which one do I press, Erica?"

"Just press the damn button, nerd,"

"Which one, I-" He gulps nervously, swiping at his sweating brow trying to maintain a level voice. "I'm pressing the button, okay?"

"Press 'open door'!"

"I'm pressing 'open door'!"

-"Just open the-- press the other button!" Steve cuts in, and all four of them begin shouting over one another as they spiral into a frenzy.

-"Guys, just get out of the way so she can press the button!"

"-would you stop?"

"-I'm trying!"

"-Would you let me just do it?! Would you just stop?!"

"Just open the door!"

Pulling a hail Mary, Steve hit every button he could see and a sudden jolt shook the room with the loudest clang they had heard so far. They all stilled; the room falling silent around them apart from the wailing of the gears.

A giant red barricade had unsheathed itself over the door, blocking their only exit and their stomachs dropped. Literally. The room itself was suddenly plunged at a sickening speed, knocking them into the walls and floors with terrified shrieks. As Steve gripped the shelf and the wall, trying to steady himself, his widened eyes fall on the upper wall - or lack thereof - where concrete walls and rows upon rows of lights were rushing past them all confirming to him the worst.

"Oh, shit,"

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GOOD DAYS | D. Hayes

Requested: ha!

A/N: In honor of last nights episode, I felt like Darnell deserved a blurb don’t you think? Gonna miss his ass a little bit, I won’t even lie. Enjoyed his character much more up here than in grownish tbh. Come back soon! + Used a prompt as my basis for this blurb yet again along with queen SZA if you didn’t catch that by the title lol. Prompt: “36. “I love you.” “Don’t.”

you’d like to say that you had thick skin and not really by choice, but that was just the way it was. You weren’t the only one on this planet like that and didn’t think it was a big deal when you had a lack of reaction to things. While most of your friends and family would call you out for that shit. Yet that was just how you were due to issues in your life but you never judged someone else for how they carried themselves so why we’re you getting dragged for your state of being? Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest but you genuinely didn’t think you were completely cold hearted or trying to hurt anybody? It was just you.

What you didn’t expect was to get a call from Darnell to meet you on “Billy Baker Field” late at night when it was freezing. Don’t think you didn’t try to persuade Darnell that you could do this...whatever this was somewhere warmer or the next day but he claimed this was urgent. So you dragged your anemic ass out into the cold grumbling a bit to yourself and told Darnell you’d be there in twenty even if he said he could meet you halfway but you declined. You needed to get out of your attitude first.

Squinting you spotted Darnell’s tall frame leaning against the practice tackle matt with his back to you. Taking a large inhale you raced over to him to get your blood pumping but slowed down enough once you got closer to him. You knew better than to sneak up on people. The last few feet you caught your breath which swirled up into the air as you approached the brown skinned boy.

“hey,” he greeted but not with a smile, like he usually would, as he held his arms out to embrace you.

You welcomed yourself into his warm embrace and mentally scolded him for only being out here in a Jean jacket but said nothing, not wanting to start anything since you weren’t sure why you were here exactly.

“what’s up?” You asked, digging your hands deeper into your coat pocket as you lifted your head from against his frame to look up at him.

He kept an arm around you as he stared off into the distance thinking about how he was gonna say this. This could either go well or to shit.

He licked his chapped lips before he met yours, “...I’m leaving.”

“oh-Kay...so why did you invite me out here tonight if you’re just going to go back home?” You were confused.

Darnell immediately shook his head, “that’s not—I don’t have a home. I honestly don’t think I can have one until I’m old enough to be on my own and even then I still won’t know where that is probably.”

frowning you stepped back from the tall boy trying to understand where this was coming from and why he was acting like this? Yesterday he was fine, the both of you had a good day. You usually always did whenever you were around each other. What changed? Were you to blame?

“Darnell...did something happen? Did I do something?” You instantly asked, trying to think back to the days where anything you might have said or done that could make him feel this way without your knowledge.

Darnell was quick to shut that down, “absolutely not. Moms got hurt so I’m going to Germany to be with her.”

You’ve met Darnell’s mom once and she was typical military, strict exterior and set in her ways. Yet you didn’t know her all that well but you could sense she was picking something up between her son and you. Nonetheless she was cordial to you as you were to her and out of respect for the woman who gave you all Darnell, you returned it. One day you hoped you got the chance to get to know her better as you did Darnell, since you disliked his ass in the beginning for how he was so entitled and how he treated Spencer.

Now? Standing here in front of each other? Things were so much different. Darnell was family and you all cared about him, no doubt and it was clear that he was hurting and you weren’t sure if you could provide him some peace of mind.

“Well first, is she okay?” You asked, holding your breath as you prepared for further bad news.

Darnell swallowed, “she’s stable. It’s going to be a long road to recovery...they just told us.”

“Us?”

“Me and the James’”

Of course they knew first. You couldn’t be too mad about that. So what if you were second, they were his family first. That didn’t bother you, you were just thankful that Darnell wasn’t waiting until the last moment to fill you in.

“damn, I’m sorry this is happening.”

“me too, me too.” He muttered, kicking at the fake grass.

You moved to place your cheek against his arm, not fully letting this sink in. Darnell was leaving and you didn’t know for how long. On top of that he felt like he didn’t have a place on this earth and that bothered you.

“at least we always had our armor up for this fate.” you whispered into the night, making Darnell glance down as you said this.

a brief timeline of your moments flashed through your mind, the slick comments in the beginning, to finding common ground, the deep laughter from your bellies, cheering your boys on the field and getting in brawls with other families from opposing teams, and spending time together. Now that would be on halt, until next time.

“I guess I let mine completely down when I got attached to all of you.” He replied, resting his cheek on top of your head.

A small smile graced your lips. You did invest quite some time into Darnell Hayes even though you wouldn’t admit that in the beginning. Sure he got under your skin a little bit but you were never one to back down from a challenge...however Darnell felt like more than that. He was meant to be here with you all. You listened to it all, how the life as a military brat shaped him into who he was. Now it was all coming full circle.

“And don’t you forget or regret it either.” You stated, not asking the important questions like when exactly you would have to say goodbye...for now.

The laughter lines appeared around his lips as he did so, the ones you liked poking oh so much. And although you weren’t looking directly at him you knew they were there. Darnell Hayes was always in your mind whether you were aware of it or not.

“I’ve got mad love for you, you know what right?” Darnell said after some time.

And you actually felt your heart clench, “don’t.” It’s not that you didn’t want to hear that because it was sure nice to but it’s something you already knew even if you never said it to each other.

“But I do, I love you.”

This moment right now might be different than the next time you saw each other. You couldn’t control how Darnell felt or even how YOU felt so you just accepted what this was and you were okay with that.

So you reached up locking your arms around Darnell, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist as the brisk air surrounded the both of you. His cool nose pressed into your neck as you both held onto each other and you realized maybe this didn’t have to be labeled as a bad day since it could potentially lead to something better.

“I’ll always be your home if you find that you still want that.” You thought it until it dawned on you that you whispered it.

As a response, Darnell only squeezed you tighter which meant, he believed you.

A/N: I can’t remember if it was Germany or somewhere in Asia Darnell’s mom is stationed at? Apologies if that’s incorrect!

#all american #all american x reader #all american cw #grownish #darnell hayes #davinchi #da’vinchi #all american blurb

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