#apparently it's bitchy to not wanna get locked out of your fucking house
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also i have updated abusive housemate lore
#apparently it's bitchy to not wanna get locked out of your fucking house#like we left a note on the door reminding her that everyone was getting back late so pls don't put the chain on the door#bc WE NEED TO GET IN WE'RE NOT IN A SAFE PART OF THE CITY FFS#literally all we said was “be back late- please don't put the chain on xx” AND I DIDN'T WRITE IT#but she put a note on MY DOOR saying it was bitchy which my sister also said kinda screams that she deliberately locked us out on friday#really tempted to put a note saying “cope” on her door but that's a terrible idea#only 20 weeks until i move out thank fuck#and i'm gonna be in my hometown for like 8 of those#cw vent#cw mental abuse
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Hi :D
I saw you're taking requests and was wondering, can you please write fluff with Bo Sinclair x GN reader where he sees the reader being really mad and breaking shit? (Preferably comfort at the end?)
Have an amazing day/ night,
PhantomCat 💜
BET!
A vase
A Bo x gn! Readership
Fluff!
Warnings: fluff! Reader cuts hand, blood, Bo and reader argue. Comfort and confession
It all started when Bo kept flirting with some of the newcomers in town. You tried not to take it to heart until you saw her give him her number in front of you, while you worked on ‘finding’ a new fan belt for her and her friends car. You tried your best not to let it bother you, you really, really tried. But when they left to go explore the house of wax, which Bo so charmingly suggested, you two were left in silence. It kept that way for a bit until you finally said something.
“You shouldn’t flirt with them..” you commented, as you cleaned up the garage, head looking down and focusing on your work. You heard him sigh loudly, as if annoyed that you were saying something stupid.
“ I think I’ll be just fine with what I do. Why does it matter?” He spat out, his southern drawl mixing in with his words. Your grip on the broom, now tighter.
“Because, why flirt with someone you’re gonna kill? Is it some sick game you like to play? Or just giving you her number would be enough to save her and her friends life?” You asked, with a sneer. Finally looking up at him. He scoffed at you and shook his head.
“I suggest you mind your damn business about how I do things. You don’t see me bitching when you make comments about some of the guys that come in.” He commented, with sass. You laughed and and stared at him incredulously.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t bitch? Well here’s the difference smart guy,” you start, placing the broom against the wall and turn around to look at him once more. “ I don’t flirt with them, I barely talk to any of the people who come through. I just act like an innocent bystander in you and your brothers fucked up world that you’ve created. I don’t ask for much, nor will I. But when I do ask for the bare minimum, which is to NOT flirt with your victims, maybe just don’t. It’s creepy.” You finished. He walked toward you, only a step or two, a snear painted on his face.
“Don’t be jealous no one wants to get in your fucking pants. Not even Lester would try. Just because you aren’t pretty enough to get attention from me, doesn’t mean you get to tell me on how to act with girls who are.” He snided. You felt his words sting against you. They hurt, they were mean. Simple as that. He wanted to be mean.
“Fine, you wanna be like that? Fuck you, have fun cleaning the fucking garage by yourself. Maybe I’ll prove you wrong and fuck that guy she was with.” You threw the broom at him and started to walk away.
“Don’t sell yourself too short now! Maybe he’s not into bitchy people!” You turn around to tell something else, but before you could, the group had already came back. Apparently the place was locked. You bit your tongue and walked away. Scolding the unknowing girl and her friends before walking back to the house.
You tried to keep yourself calm when you got back home. The place was cleaner, (thanks to you), and you went into the kitchen. You were gonna do something to get your mind off of the whole situation. To cook, maybe clean. Something, just something to calm yourself down. While you looked through the pantry for anything, his words kept replaying in your head. You hated how he would make fun of you when he was mad. He never liked losing arguments so he would reside to insults very quickly. It was never simple ones either, he’d go for insecurities or past mistakes you’ve made. He got personal.
You couldn’t find anything to do, so you just leaned against the counter, trying to calm yourself down. You felt your chest rising up and down, and your eyes watering. You wanted to stay calm, and not let his words get to you. You didn’t want him to win, yet here you were. Crying and angry, over his comments, again. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest thing towards you, and smashing it against the wall behind you. It was glass or porcelain , you could tell by the sound of it shattering. Your breath was heavy as you looked down to the smashed bits of a vase Vincent had made. The piece now laid into bits on the floor. You looked over to your hand and noticed it was bleeding. You had no clue as to how that happened. You didn’t care either. You were gonna have to clean this up. And apologize to Vincent. You went to look for a broom, but before you even made it out of the kitchen the door opened, the sound of boots creaking the floors of the house. You turn your head to see Bo, walking in. You try your best to ignore him and kept looking for the broom.
“Thanks for leaving early, I got to talk more to the girl, her name’s Amanda. Pretty little thing. Sucks that the garage wasn’t clean.” He commented and you looked quicker, trying to just get it done. “You didn’t haft’a be such a bitch about it,” he started. But before he could even finish, you started.
“Shut the fuck up! I don’t care, I don’t care that you wanted to get laid! I don’t care that you wanted help! I don’t give a fuck about what you want! Why the fuck should I care about you, or your opinions! I slave around this fucking place making sure that everyone can come home to a clean house. Not even a thank you from anyone besides Vincent! AND HE DOESN’T TALK! I try so hard to appease you and your brothers, to make sure everyone is happy and yet no matter how hard I try. You don’t care! It’s never good enough. You are never satisfied with what I do. You haven’t liked me since I got here, or have even tried to get to know anything about me! So I don’t care, I’m done. You can clean up the broken vase in the kitchen.” You finished. Your eyes stung with tears, you had your hands out as you expressed with anger about how you felt. That’s when he noticed your bloody hand. He looked like he was going to comment on it, you cut him off holding up said bloody hand. “Don’t. I don’t care what you have to say.” You tried stomped off into the bathroom to clean your hand. Before you could even walk away, he grabbed your wrist, you try to twist your hand away but his grip was stronger. You looked at him through hazy eyes. You tried jerking your hand away again, to no avail.
“Stop. Sit down. You probably wouldn’t clean it right anyways.” He muttered, annoyed. You scoffed at him.
“This is exactly what I mean. You don’t care, I don’t need your advice on how to care for myself. If I did take it, I’d probably end up with an even worse infection, let go.” You ordered. He didn’t though, he instead started to lead you towards to couch, you try to jerk your hand away again. Making his grip tighter as he jerked you foward. He tossed you toward the couch, you hands instinctively went infront of you. Your bloody hand smashing against the hard arm rest of the chair. You curse out and grab your hand in pain. “You fucking asshole! The the fuck is your deal?” You yell out. You turn to look at him but he’s already walking away. “Where the fuck are you going?!” You yell at him.
“Getting the gauze and peroxide. Just shut the hell up for a moment, you’re giving me a fucking head ache..” he groaned. He came back a moment later with said items and a bandage. You were still holding your hand in pain. He got on one knee in front of you and tried to take your hand, but you pulled it away from him. He rolled his eyes at you.
“Don’t touch me.” You hissed. You were still pissed off.
“I don’t want to, you’re lucky I’m even trying to help you.” He grabbed your hand, softly. He then took the gauze and placed it on your palm, gently swiping the drying blood. It was silent when he wrapped your hand up, not a word spoken once he tied it. You looked up at him after he was done. He let go of your hand, expecting you to jerk it away from him instantly. But you didn’t, it kept in his. You were still upset, of course. You wanted to kick his ass still, yell at him for being rude. Anything just to let off steam that he created, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight anymore.
“Thank you..” you finally said after a long moment. He nodded his head curtly and began to stand up. “Where are you going?” You asked again. He shrugged and looked over at you from his shoulder, a small yet comforting grin on his face.
“Cleaning up the mess I caused in the kitchen.” You felt your face drop a little after he said that, it felt like he was making fun of you again, like the little progress you made was nothing now, blown in the wind. “Sit down for a bit, you deserve to just chill out for a while…” he muttered something at the end you couldn’t pick up “darlin’…”
“What?” You asked, still sitting on the couch. He shook his head and looked for the broom. Somehow he Magically found it in a place you had looked previously. You rolled your eyes at that, he was always hiding things to piss you off. But I guess it came in handy for things like this, no pun intended.
After he had finished, he sat down at the opposite end of the couch. He grabbed the remote to the tv and put something on. Not like you two were actually watching it.
“Vinny’s gonna throw a fit over that vase…” he muttered once more. You lightly chuckled at that, knowing it was gonna be true. You felt horrible for the broken vase, you were gonna have to make it up to him later. “If you want, I can take blame for it. I wouldn’t want him thinking that his ‘best friend’ broke it in a rage.” You winced at the words slightly. You already felt bad, but hearing that out loud wasn’t feeling any better. “He’d probably be more willing to accept I broke it, having a bitch fit or something. Yeah, he’d believe that.. I don’t mind getting yelled at by him.” He noted, shaking his head lightly and laughing to himself. He looked over at you, noticing you weren’t really saying anything. He felt kind of awkward, so he Scrooched a little closer to you. You immediately noticed and made a face. He held up his hands, in a way to show you no threat. “Look… what I said back there was…” he struggled for words. You lifted your eyebrows in curiosity. Was he finally gonna admit he was being an ass? His face looked as if he was struggling for words so you helped him out.
“Rude, bitchy, unnecessarily mean?” You suggested. That got you a small laugh. He nodded and looked up at you again, taking off his cap and throwing it onto the coffee table in front of him. His hair a slicked back mess, you liked it like that.
“Yeah, we’ll go with whatever you feel like…” he said… a small moment of silence followed. He took a deep breath and released it with a long sigh once more. He placed his big hand onto your thigh, it caught you off guard but you didn’t flinch away. That gave Bo enough confidence to keep going. “I wanna say…” you didn’t make eye contact with you as he kept talking “I’m sorry..” damn him and his pride. This was the first time he’s ever apologized to you and he couldn’t even look you in the eye. But you didn’t care, you felt your eyes sting with more tears, and with s wobbly voice..
“Look at me..” you asked softly. He did after a few long moments. “Say it again. I wanna hear you say it to my face.” You said, with a grin, eyes still welling with tears. He rolled his eyes, but looked at you once more.
“I’m sorry.” He said again, the grip on your thigh tighter. You smiled and nodded your head.
“I might forgive you, if you get rid of that chick’s number.” You suggested with a small laugh. Bo quickly reached into his pocket and took out the piece of paper with Amanda’s number on it. Crumbled it up and threw it somewhere away from you both. You gave him an annoyed look. “I’m gonna have to clean again.” Wiping away the small tears that had snuck out.
“It’s a piece of paper, you’ll live. So.. am I forgiven.. darlin’” you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away from him. His hand never leaving your thigh.
“Maybe..” you muttered. He tsk’ed at you and grabbed your chin with his other hand. Pulling your face towards him.
“Nah, we ain’t doing that. You wanted me to look at you when I talk.” His grip on your chin, now a little tighter, pulling you every so closely, “ I’d like the same treatment. So, do you forgive me?” You nodded your head, the burning in your cheeks now even hotter. He let go of your chin and flashed you a grin. “Good! Then I’m glad we’re on even ground. Vincent will be back in a bit, if he asks about the vase blame me. “ you nodded again and sighed.
“I feel horrible for breaking it.” You mentioned quietly. Bo shrugged and looked over at the tv, “he’ll be fine. It wouldn’t be the first thing you’ve broken in this house.” You look at him questionably. He looked back at you, his grin still painted on his face.
“What else have I broke in this house?” You asked Bo. You both heard a car pull up, assuming it to be Lester about to walk into the house. He looked back at you as he started to walk away.
“A pact that me, Vincent and Lester made when we first brought you in.” He confessed.
“What pact?” You asked
“A pact not to fall for your dumbass.” You felt your heartbeat faster at his words.
“Well how did I break that, if I wasn’t even involved in it?”
“Oh you were,” he looked back at you. “Since you’re the reason I just broke it, like how I’m the reason you broke that vase.” He added. “Things come full circle Darlin’…” he walked away before you could ask him any more questions. Lester walked in with the dog, and you smiled to yourself.
(This isn’t perfect but I’m not usually one to write fluff! So I hope this is good!)
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Danger Days - Chapter one: “Nobody puts Baby in a corner”
Pairing: OCx Matthew Gray Gubler + My Chemical Romance. I know. Weirdest mix ever.
Summary: MCR has only one more drummer audition before they have to start touring again. None of them knows their last chance is a girl. Matthew Gray Gubler's girlfriend.
Word count: 5,4K
Warnings: Cursing, and funny shit so far.
A/N: Ok... I don't know if you'll ever read this shit, but I am in love with this story. So, I'll start posting it.
Masterlist
Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten | Chapter eleven | Chapter twelve | Chapter thirteen | Chapter fourteen | Chapter fifteen | Chapter sixteen | Chapter seventeen | Chapter eighteen | Chapter nineteen | Chapter twenty | Chapter twenty one | Chapter twenty-two | Chapter twenty-three | Chapter twenty-four |
::: Los Angeles, October 13th, 2010 :::
There are many ways to be locked down: quarantine, jail, or long trips. But being locked down with pretty much strangers has to be the worst. Or weirdest. Or more exciting, depending on how you see it.
Frank Iero walked fast. He was late. In his defense, Iero was always late. He didn’t try to make it on time today because he didn’t want to tour. But they had to. He just wanted to stay fucking home for a while. That’s precisely what he had said to the band when they saw the schedule for the following months. He was tremendously worn out. But he had to. The thing that made it all worse for him was knowing they had to get a new drummer, ‘cos Bob was out of the picture, and they didn’t have a replacement yet. They had tried a few guys out there, but they didn’t seem to get it. It wasn’t just playing the songs. It meant being part of it. Whatever that means.
They only had one more option on their list, and they were all hoping it would work, ‘cos they didn’t really have a lot of time to find someone else.
Ray was sitting on the floor in the practice studio, playing with his guitar, all alone in the place. It was early, and he knew it. Well, he was on time, but he knew everybody was always late for rehearsal.
- “Hello?”- a brown-haired woman walked in with a tall, thin guy and smiled- “I’m Joey. I’m here for the drummer audition.”
It sounded more like a question than a statement. Ray stood up and shook her hand, smiling.
- “Ray Toro, nice to meet you.”- he looked at the guy and shook his hand
- "Matthew Gray Gubler, my pleasure."
- "I’m sorry the rest of the guys aren’t here yet,"- Ray apologized as Joey looked around and sighed. She hated it when people were late.
- "Maybe we can go get a coffee"- Matthew suggested, and the young woman nodded- "I saw a place just around the corner."
- "Do you want one?"- she asked Ray
- "Yeah, sure"- he said, confused by her unexpected gesture.
- "How do you drink it?"
- "Lots of cream, lots of sugar"- Joey smiled and nodded.
- "Ok, Mr. Wolf. We’ll be right back"- Ray chuckled when he noticed she had gotten the Tarantino joke and watched her and who seemed to be her boyfriend walking out the room.
- "Are you sure you wanna do this?"- Joey frowned and looked at Matthew after he just shot the question while they walked out of the coffee shop.
- "What?"
- "Don’t get me wrong, it’s just that you don’t know any of those guys"
- "Yeah, I know, but they are a professional and major band! This could be great for my career"- he nodded and stared at his girlfriend, cupping her face with a hand and looking right into her eyes.
- "I just don’t want you to feel discouraged if you don’t make it"- he whispered.
- "Why wouldn’t I make it? You said I’m an excellent drummer, I’ve worked with many great bands, I’m good at my job!"
- "I know you are the best drummer, Yami"- Matthew quickly answered, trying to rearrange his words- "I’m just trying to say do your best, I know you are gonna be great."
He held her hands as he stood in front of her and looked into her eyes sweetly.
- "I’m just scared those guys are gonna break your heart."
- "Come on! If they don’t like me, it’s their loss."
Joey would say those things, but she was a nervous wreck inside. She wanted the band to love her. She needed the job, her career as a drummer really needed a boost, and since her last band had broken up, she only got small recording sessions and a few backup gigs with some bands. But that was it. Working with My Chemical Romance was just what she needed.
- "So, where’s the drummer?"- Gerard asked and looked around- "I hate when people are late, it’s rude! It shows you don’t care."
- "You just got twenty minutes late"- Mikey quickly said and raised an eyebrow at his brother- "So shut up."
- "Wait, he has a point"- Frank added and looked at Gerard for a second, who was walking around the practice studio playing with his hair- "We can be late, we are the band, he can’t be late, he is auditioning."
Ray was about to correct his friend when Joey and Matthew walked into the room.
- "Hi!"- she said and smiled- "Here’s your coffee"- Joey walked to Ray, and he thanked her immediately.
- "How much is it?"
- "Dude, don’t worry, it’s just coffee,"- meanwhile, Gerard, Frank, and Mikey shook Gubler’s hand.
- "Nice to meet you, Joey"- Frank said and looked at the guy in front of him, thinking he seemed familiar- "Wait, did you play a gig with Mellon Collie last week?"- Matthew frowned and shook his head, while Mikey turned to Joey and asked.
- "Can you get me a coffee too? I take it black with almond milk."
- "Make that two!"- Gerard said, raising his hand, and Joey looked at Ray, not getting what was going on.
- "So, Joey, we checked at your resume, and to be honest, it’s pretty impressive,"- Frank said and grabbed the sheet of paper from upon an amplifier- "You’ve played with some great bands, like the Distillers."
- "Thanks"- Joey said and smiled, but Frank raised an eyebrow at her, not getting why she had answered.
- "She is Joey"- Ray explained- "He is Matthew, her boyfriend."
- "Hi"- Joey waved, and the whole band looked at her astonished- "Yeah, girl drummer, I know…"
- "I’m sorry, I just… Joey didn’t sound like a girly name"- Frank apologized and cut her a short smile.
- "Don’t worry, it is not the first it happens"
Joey lied. It was the first time it happened. It was uncomfortable ‘cos it made her feel the band wasn’t expecting to audition a woman for the position. Maybe they didn’t want her. She thought her resume implied she was a girl, but apparently, it didn’t.
- "So… well, you’ve worked with amazing bands"- Frank repeated- "Why do you wanna work with us?"
- "Well, I admire your work. I think touring with you represents a significant challenge in my career. And mostly because I don’t have a job, and I really need one right now."- the band looked at Joey in silence until Mikey chuckled. At least he got the joke.
- "Tell us more about you,"- Gerard asked as he lit a cigarette and kept walking around the practice studio- "You can sit down if you want."
Joey nodded but didn’t move, she wasn’t feeling comfortable in the room, and a part of her wanted to stay on her feet and close to the door, ready to run away.
- "I’m from Seattle, so grunge was my biggest influence growing up. Ever since I was six, I wanted to be Matt Cameron or Jimmy Chamberlin… or Kim Gordon"- the young woman made a pause and sighed. She wasn’t feeling the love.
- "I studied music at Berklee after my first band experience, mainly because my dad said if I wanted to be in music, I had to have proper education."
- "Tell us about the bands you’ve worked with"- Ray asked.
- "I’ve worked with Dashboard Confessional; we did a small tour last summer. On the road, I’ve been with Julieta Venegas, she is an amazing Mexican musician."
- "You toured with Vampire Weekend"- Matthew added and looked at his girlfriend.
- "Right! When their drummer broke his arm. That was a fun tour"- Joey added and smiled- "Well anyway, in the studio I’ve recorded with Fiona Apple, Brody Dalle, Amanda Palmer, some small jazz bands I met in college, Johnny Lang… I’ve tried to work as many different musical genres as possible."
The band nodded and stayed in silence. Neither of them knew what to say.
- "So… do you wanna hear me play?"
- "Yeah! Sure"- Ray smiled at her, and Joey walked to the other room, at the other side of the glass, and say behind the drum set.
- "What did you prepare?"- Ray asked as Joey put on the headphones and nodded.
- "I have three songs for you to pick: “It’s not a fashion statement,” “Famous last words,” and “House of wolves.”
She looked at the band talking to each other as Matthew stood on a side and smiled sweetly. She knew things weren’t peachy so far, but she tried her best to get the job. She really needed it 'cos she was running out of savings, and she had no other job prospect but a few commercial jingles.
- "Wolves"- Gerard answered, and Joey nodded. Joey took a look at the drum and sighed. She was left-handed, and the drum was someone right-handed. Jo didn’t want to make a fuzz and change it, 'cos she felt the band wasn’t already into her. But at the same time, she wanted to kick ass and show them how good she was.
- "Just give me a second."
Joey stood up and rearranged the drum. Gerard looked at Ray, annoyed but making his best not to show. Mikey was stuck at his phone, barely paying attention to anything around him, and Frank stared at Matthew, trying to remember where he had seen him before.
- "Ready?"- Ray asked as Joey sat down again and tried the drum.
- "Yeah, much better, sorry for wasting your time"- Gerard looked at her, feeling she knew he was annoyed, and tried to change his bitchy face. It was too late for that anyway.
Joey started playing and just focused on the music, making her best. She had rehearsed the songs for weeks and even added a solo. She heard all the live versions she could and was sure she was doing a good job.
- "I don’t know, guys"- Gerard texted the band so Matthew would hear them.
- "I like her"- Ray answered
- "That’s your cock talking"- Frank answered and chuckled- "She ain’t bad, but I don’t know if she works for the band."
- "She sounds cool"- Mikey said out loud- "Maybe we could jam a little with her."
Frank and Gerard turned to him with widened eyes, surprised and embarrassed he had answered his comments aloud, so Matthew could hear.
- "Yeah, I saw the text, but talking is faster"- Gerard had to turn around to hide his face, red of anger against his brother, and make his best not to look at Matthew, who nodded and got the hint.
- "I’ll wait outside."
Frank stared at Mikey, who stood up and looked at Joey playing eyes wide shut, making her best to give a good impression. At least it worked with Mikey and Ray.
- "Thanks for making us look like an asshole"- Frank argued and huffed- "What was wrong with answering the fucking text?"
- "Dude, grow up…"- that’s all Mikey answered and stayed in silence until Joey finished the song.
She raised her eyes from the drumset and stared at the band, pretty scared of their reaction. Mikey and Ray smiled at her, while Gerard and Frank were serious and totally… annoyed? Bored? she couldn’t really figure it out.
- "Do you want me to play anything else?"- the young woman asked, afraid she was gonna get a cold no as an answer. Gerard was about to do it until he saw his brother walking over and grab his bass.
- "Wanna jam a little?"- Joey quickly smiled at Mikey, thinking maybe he liked her job, which was always a nice feeling, especially when trying to get a job.
- "Yeah! Sure!"
They played Destroya and improvised for a while. Ray joined them, and the three of them actually had fun for a good twenty minutes jamming.
- "That was pretty good"- Gerard said as he walked over and put on his dark glasses- "Unfortunately, we have to go."
- "Where?"- Mikey asked, surprised- "We had a clear schedule today."
- "Yeah, well, we totally forgot about an interview, and we are running late, so…"- he made a pause and looked at Joey.
- "Sure, I have to get going too, I have to reach the studio in an hour so…"- she stood up and shook Mikey and Ray’s hand- "Thank you so much for your time, I had a lot of fun with you."
- "Thank you for coming!"- Ray quickly answered- "I’ll walk you to the door."
- "Don’t worry, it’s just there anyway"- Joey smiled and turned to the other two guys- "Sorry for taking so much of your time. I hope you have a good day"- she shook their hands too, and they nodded with a sympathetic smile.
- "You too"- Gerard whispered.
- "And the answer is Criminal Minds"- Joey said and smiled at Frank, who looked dumbstruck- "See ya!"
And the young woman walked out.
- "Fuck! that’s it!"- Frank grumbled, and no one got why- "That’s where I’ve seen that guy."
- "What?"- Gerard asked him
- "Her boyfriend is on that tv show"- but it seemed it didn’t matter to Gerard one tiny bit.
- "Oh… who cares anyway…"- Mikey turned to his brother and punched his arm.
- "Did you have to be so annoying?"
- "I wasn’t annoying!"- Gerard nearly yelled, feeling insulted.
- "Dude! you were rude at her! and she did nothing to you!"- his brother was about to his him a lecture, but it seemed it was going to be useless, Gerard wasn’t even listening.
- "Oh! Come on! I wasn’t!"
- "Yeah, you were,"- Ray added and teamed up with Mikey- "You were a bitch, and she noticed."
- "So what?"
- "What if she felt bad about it? or what if she is pissed with us?"
- "If she is pissed, she is pissed! do you care?"
- "Why are you so mean? she was great!"- Mikey was surprised by his brother's attitude.
- "Yeah, she was good, but are you actually considering having a female drummer?"- Ray and Mikey looked at him in shock.
- "What the fuck is your problem with her being a girl?"
- "I don’t have a problem if she is a girl, a boy, or a cat. I’m just saying she is not the right choice for this band."
Ray and Mikey kept looking at him, confused. He had never been such an ass before
- "Come on, Frank, back me up here!"
- "I agree"- Iero simply said- "She was a good drummer, but… what are we gonna do with a chick on tour?"- Ray couldn’t believe his own ears.
- "Seriously? she was awesome! Perfect timing, great improvisation, and she had the ear to follow every single fucking curveball we threw her."
Gerard knew Ray was right, he heard it too, but he just didn’t want to work with Joey. Why? he didn’t know. He just looked at her and thought she couldn’t be on a bus with them, or on stage with them, or anywhere with them. As simple as that.
- "My vote is no"- he sentenced.
- "She is the best we’ve had"- Mikey argued right away- "And I’m saying yes."
- "Nope, I’m with Gerard"- Frankie claimed- "I just don’t want her in the band."
- "You fucking assholes, I’m saying yes, and it’s a tie!"- Ray felt he was five years old, calling that conversation “a tie” and arguing under those stupid terms with his friends.
- "Great! so that means no!"- of course, Gerard’s childish answer made him feel a little better about himself.
- "Seriously? What the fuck is your problem with her?"
Mikey asked his brother and stood right in front of him, just to push him to answer with the truth.
- "You said you wanted to make a fantastic show. You said you wanted to do something no one could ever expect from us, so we made this album that we love after years in the studio. It’s completely different than anything we’ve made! Do you know what would also be something no one could ever expect? having this amazing female drummer!"
- "But why her?"
- "‘Cos she is the best we’ve seen!"- Ray stepped into the conversation, trying to make some sense from Gerard and Frank.
- "Dude… I don’t know"- Iero whispered- "She was good, but… wouldn’t it be weird to have a girl on the bus with us?"
- "That’s what keeps you from saying yes?!"- Ray was honestly shocked- "Because you won’t be able to fart and walk about in your underwear?"
- "I wasn’t planning to stop any of that…"
- "Then?"
- "I don’t wanna have problems with my wife!"- Frank finally assumed and sighed- "I’ve had enough of that shit already"- the band stared at him in silence. Mikey was the only one who spoke his mind.
- "Wuss."
Matthew walked in silence, holding Joey’s hand until they reached his car. She sighed and sat at the passenger seat, thinking she didn’t want to call her parents and ask for another loan. The last time she had sworn to herself, it was never gonna happen again.
- "If they don’t hire you, it’s their loss"- Gubler finally whispered and looked at his girlfriend with a sweet glance- "You are awesome, and everybody knows it"- Joey sighed and cut him a short smile.
- "Thanks, Akumu."
- "And besides, they were assholes."
- "I know!!"- Joey waved her arms, absolutely upset- "That’s so disappointing 'cos everybody said they were so nice!"
- "Are you gonna call Tucker?"
- "I don’t know"- the young woman whispered and sighed- "He was so excited, and I don’t wanna disappoint him"
- "You did your best, Yami… maybe they didn’t want to work with a female drummer"- Joey thought about it for a moment and nodded.
- "Could be. I did my best anyway. Maybe they were all having a crappy day. Anyway, can you drive me to the studio, please? pretty, pretty, please?"- Matthew laughed and stared at his girlfriend with a warm look in his eyes.
- "Only if you kiss me first"
- "That’s blackmailing"
- "Maybe, but I’m driving, I make the rules"
- "Damn… fine! but just ‘cos I’m late"
Joey giggled and leaned in to kiss Matthew, who caressed her cheek slowly.
- "It’s gonna be ok, I promise"- he whispered, trying to comfort his girlfriend, and she nodded. She knew he was nice to her, but she still felt her life was totally out of focus.
- "Hello?"- Joey picked up her phone as she walked out of the studio after recording for the day. She was working in a small studio recording jingles. It wasn’t much, but at least she wasn’t selling drugs to survive.
- "How was it?"
- "Tucker, hey…"
- "So? When do you start? did they love you? of course, they did!"
- "Yeah… well…"
Joey didn’t want to tell his friend and break his heart. Tucker was so excited Joey was auditioning for My Chem ‘cos he knew the band for years. And though he had offered Joey to introduce her first, she refused, decided to audition under her own terms. Which sucked.
- "What?"
- "I don’t think they liked me"
- "What are you talking about? you are fantastic!"
- "You know it, I know it, but I don’t think they got it…"
- "What did they say?"
- "Nothing really, just… ok, just don’t tell them I said this, ok?"
- "Cross my heart and all that shit, what happened?"- Joey rested her back against the wall and sighed.
- "Gerard had a bitch face the whole time like he hated the guts out of me, and I don’t know why! then Frank wouldn’t even look at me, nothing, he wasn’t there, so I’m guessing neither of them wanted a female drummer, 'cos they all thought I was a guy."
- "Why?"
- "Apparently, Joey is a guy’s name"
- "So you didn’t put your real name in the application? brilliant!"
- "What for? So they can’t spell it? Anyway, can you imagine Mikey thought I was an assistant or whatever and asked me to go get him a coffee when we got there? They thought Matthew was auditioning and ignored me the whole time!"
- "Shit can’t be right! they are not like that"
- "Well, in the end, Ray and Mikey were the nicest. We jammed and had fun for a while, playing a few of their songs. But neither Gerard nor Frank even looked at us. It felt they hated me."
- "Maybe they were having a bad day, but they are very nice people."
- "Maybe… anyway… thank you for your support."
- "What are best friends for?"
- "Getting beer?"
- "Right, when are we getting beer?"- Joey smiled and sighed.
- "Next time I’m in New York or when you come to this shitty city."
- "If you hate Los Angeles so much, why don’t you move?"
- "‘Cos I’ve got my life here, I guess."
- "You know it’s just ‘cos you are dating that nerd
- "I happen to love that nerd!"- Joey laughed and shook her head, thinking Tucker didn’t even know Gubler and he already knew he was a nerd- "Anyway, gotta go, I have a class in an hour."
- "Are you taking a class?"
- "No, dude, I’m teaching in a community center in Santa Monica."
- "Aren’t you lovely! I’m proud of you!"
- "Shut up!"
- "As long as you don’t teach them to drink as we did when we toured together."
- "Hey! I’m no longer 20!"- Joey argued, laughing- "I’m a role model for those kids now!"
- "Yeah, sure! Talk to you later!"
Tucker hung down the phone and walked around his house for a minute. He loved that kid. He met her when she was still in college and toured with Thursday for a few dates with her old band. She was like a little sister to him. And it hurt to think she was wasting her talent in shitty sessions with shitty bands when she could be doing something better with her skills. Something meaningful. And it honestly made him angry to think his friends had been mean to her.
- "Hey, dude!"- Gerard picked up the phone, excited to see Tucker’s name on the screen.
- "Hey! why were you an asshole today?"- Gerard frowned and took out his sunglasses. He was in his backyard smoking, and he was not getting what his friend was talking about
- "Sorry, what?"
- "You were an asshole today with my friend"
- "Dude, I’m gonna need more information"
- "I asked Joey to audition for your band because I thought you would value her talent, and you ignored her?"
- "I didn’t ignore her… wait!"- Gerard wasn’t getting what was going on- "You know her?"
- "Of course! for the last… shit, I don’t know, like five or six years, we toured together, I taught her a lot, she is like my little sister!"
- "Yeah, she is an excellent drummer, but… I don’t feel she is suitable for the band."
- "Why?"
- "‘Cos… she has tits"- Gerard whispered, and Tucker made one long eternal pause.
- "Wow… ok, I see why she said you were an asshole."
- "She did?!"- Gerard felt so insulted he clenched his fist.
- "And she wasn’t wrong. I’m so sorry I asked her to go to your audition. It was a waste of her time."
Tucker hung down the phone and dialed Frank. He knew he had been pretty hard on Gerard, so he made his way to stay calm and not yell, at least not right away.
- "Ho, man!"
- "Hey Frank, listen, my friend, Joey was today auditioning for your drummer position. How was that?"
- "Joey? The girl? Do you know her?"
- "Yeah, I set the audition for her, actually. She is one of my closest friends, so how was it?"
Frank looked around at Ray smoking next to him in a small bar, then took a sip of his beer and decided the best thing to do was clear: lying.
- "She was awesome. Too bad the position is already taken 'cos she was real good"
- "I see, and that’s why you acted like an asshole?"
- "I didn’t!"- Frank knew he was busted
- "Dude, she told me everything. You didn’t even look at her!"
Ray’s phone hummed, and he read the text Gerard had sent them: “The chick is friends with Tucker. She sold us.” Toro chuckled and looked at Frank red in anger, trying to explain to his friend why he had been mean.
- “Too little too late”- Ray typed and sent the text. Mikey read them and chuckled while he ate a bowl of cereal and milk back in his house.
- "They deserve it for being assholes"- he said out loud and sighed.
He looked around at his home and realized he was talking all alone. His wife wasn’t around. His wife was never around anymore. But that was something Mikey didn’t want to think about, not then, not never.
- "Can you believe that bitch?"- Frank turned to Ray as soon as he hung down with Tucker- "She called our friend to snitch on us."
- "Well, you kinda deserved it"- Ray simply answered and sipped his beer- "You and Gerard should apologize to her."
- "No way, can we just let it pass?"- Iero was honestly upset as he lit another cigarette and remained in silence for a moment- "She was excellent, I give you that, but I don’t fucking want a girl in the band right now"
- "To avoid arguing with Jamia?"
- "Yeah! Shit has been hard lately, and I don’t want her to be threatened by anyone anymore"- Ray looked at his friend, nodding.
- "We should all talk about this seriously, we only got a week before the first show, and we have to rehearsal with the new drummer."
- "I know"- their cell phone hummed again, and they all read the exact text.
- "Meeting in my house now"- Gerard sighed as soon as he read his brother’s text. He surely knew what it was all about, and he had no intention to continue that argument, though he had absolutely no choice.
- "I hope Mikey at least asks for pizza"- he stood up and walked inside the house- "Honey, I’m going to Mikey’s"- he announced as he walked into his wife art studio and found her working on a collage on her desk
- "Say hello to your brother from me, hey! can you pick something for dinner?"
- "Sure, I’ll see you later"- he kissed her lips and cut her a short smile
- "Wait, turn around"- she asked, and he slowly moved over- "What happened?"
- "Nothing"- Lynz raised an eyebrow and waited for the honest answer- "We just had a bad audition for a drummer this morning. It turns out she was friends with Tucker Rule, and he called me an asshole for being mean to her."
- "Were you mean to her?"- Gerard made a long pause and stared at his wife’s expression change- "Why did you do that?"
- "I don’t know! I just didn’t like her!"
- "Was she right?"
- "Yeah"
- "Was she nice?"
- "Yes"
- "Was she hot?"
- "No! definitely not!"
- "Then what was the problem?"
- "She is the best we’ve had so far, but I don’t wanna turn everything we’ve been working on into “they are working with a girl” and get the attention away from the music."- Lynz nodded as she listened to her husband’s words.
- "You are making it seem like no one had ever had a female drummer or musician on stage before."
- "No, it’s not that, it’s just that…"- Gerard thought his answer carefully- "We haven’t, and we are so deep into the spot I’m afraid it will impact our show the wrong way"- Lynz made a pause and stared at her husband’s face
- "What did the band say?"
- "Frank is with me, and Ray and Mikey disagree."
- "Why is Frank with you?"
- "‘Cos he thinks having a girl on the bus is weird."
- "I was the girl in a band, and it wasn’t weird at all!"
Gerard knew that would be the subject in the conversation eventually as soon as he started talking about this with his wife.
- "I think you are acting kinda selfish and a little sexist."
- "No, we are just trying to do what’s best for the band."
- "Do whatever you want. I’m just giving you my opinion."
Gee felt Lynz was judging him. And he knew he would never win that fight.
- "I’m gonna talk about it with the band"
- "Ok, see you for dinner"- Gerard kissed his wife again and walked away feeling like a douche.
Had he been an asshole with that girl?
And besides, Gerard had lied to his wife when she asked if the girl was hot, ‘cos he actually thought so. He would never admit it in front of her anyway. And neither in front of anyone else. Never.
Matthew waited for Joey outside the community center, where she taught drums for kids in need as a way to keep them from being in the street and teaching him a new skill. He thought that was amazing and felt pretty proud of his girlfriend for giving the community her time and knowledge. He waved at her as she walked outside and cut her a big smile.
- "Hey! I didn’t know you were picking me up today!"
- "I wanted to surprise you and cheer you up!"- Joey leaned over and kissed Matthew sweetly.
- "Thank you so, so much!"
- "I’m the best boyfriend. I know."
- "What’s the plan?"
- "Wanna ask for Chinese and watch a movie at my place?"- it was a bit disappointing plan ‘cos that was pretty much every day in their routine, but Joey smiled and nodded.
- "As long as I pick the horror movie tonight, sounds perfect."
After a few minutes of driving, Matthew turned to his girlfriend and whispered.
- "I forgot tomorrow we’ll have table reading. We are gonna start shooting this week. I’m sorry I won’t be able to hang out so often."
- "Don’t worry, you have to work, and I need to get a new extra job ‘cos it’s obvious and I didn’t get the MCR shit…"- her cell phone interrupted her as she spoke. An unlisted number was calling- "Hello?"
- "Joey… Svein… björn...dottir?"
- "Yes?"- her last name was mispronounced entirely, but she was pretty used to that.
- "Hi, I’m Ray Toro, from My Chemical Romance."
- "Hey, Ray! How are you?"- Gubler wide opened his eyes as he turned to his girl for a second. She was honestly surprised the band was calling her.
- "Good! listen… I hope I’m not interrupting."
- "Not, it’s cool"- Gerard turned around and walked the other way just ‘cos he didn’t want to see Ray do what he was about to do.
- "Great, the band and I were talking, and we want you to come to the studio tomorrow to do a second tryout… do they even call it “tryouts”? more like an audition, I think."- Ray started rambling as Joey wide opened her eyes in shock.
- "Sorry, what? do you want me there again?"
- "Yeah, so we can jam a little, try a few new things. We are having trouble deciding on one drummer, so we need a bit more info. Besides, we couldn’t finish today so… can you come tomorrow at ten?"
- "Noon"- Frank said, thinking he didn’t feel like waking up early to meet that chick.
- "Sorry, at noon"- Ray corrected, embarrassed.
- "Noon…"- Joey had absolutely nothing to do at noon, but she wanted to make believe she had a life- "I think I can move a few things… to meet you."
- "Awesome! See you tomorrow"- Joey turned to Matthew as soon as she hung down and nearly screamed.
- "They want to see me again!!! I can’t believe it"- the young woman jumped on the seat completely excited- "I thought they hated…"- but suddenly, it hit her.
- "Congrats, Yami!!"- Matthew yelled and grabbed her knee, which was all he could do, considering he was driving.
- "No, it wasn’t me. It was Tucker."
- "Did you call him?"
- "He called. I didn’t want to tell him about the shitshow I was through this morning"- Joey grabbed her phone again and looked for the last number that called.
- "What are you doing?"
- "I’m canceling. I’m not gonna go if they are only doing this ‘cos my friend forced them."
- "What?! no! just go and kick their asses!"- Matthew quickly grabbed the phone from Joey’s and hid it in his pocket, far from her reach- "You are going tomorrow, and you are proving them wrong."
- "I don’t want to! Akumu! Come on! it’s gonna be embarrassing and awkward to see them knowing Tucker called them to get me a second chance!"
- "No! It’s gonna be awesome ‘cos you are gonna kick ass!!"
Joey whined for another while, honestly trying to get out of that awkward situation. But by the time they reached Matthew’s, he had convinced her she had to do it.
#matthew gray gubler#my chemical romance#fanfiction#babymetaldoll writes#mgg#criminal minds#frank iero#mikey way#i never thought I'd post this#gerard way
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duude that femme bitchy steve au!!! what about him pretty much knowing billy digs him, so he does all this sexual stuff on purpose for billy to watch and even sits on billy’s lap and grinds himself on him because that’s how steve is. billy’s gonna fucking die, but before that he needs to get his dick wet with stevie.
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Steve Harrington was a fucking force to be reckoned with.
Billy was almost never knocked off his game, but then again, he doesn’t think he has ever come across anyone like Steve.
His confidence rivaled Billy’s to a T, was actually kind of intimidating at times.
After that first day, when Steve had looked him up and down, and called fucking dibs on him, Steve had made true to his claim.
Billy found himself absorbed into the group of seniors, found himself being constantly touched by Steve.
And apparently, word had spread that Billy Hargrove was off-limits. Girls would stare at him giggle behind their hands as he passed, but would clam up if he tried to flirt with them, would cast nervous glances at Steve, who was never very far away.
And then came the party.
It was Billy’s first since moving to Hawkins, a rager at Steve’s big house. Tommy had once told him Steve’s parents were almost never home and he threw lots of parties.
“He lets us all crash, and makes breakfast in the morning if we clean up.”
So Billy was dodging out of his house at ten, showing up to Steve’s house in full swing.
He pushed through the crowd, finding Carol in the kitchen. She pulled him into a hug, shoving a drink in his hand.
“Where’s Steve?” He had to practically yell in her ear.
“He never comes to a party before eleven. Even if it’s his own.” She rolled her eyes, making a comment that sounded vaguely like Great Gatsby wannabe motherfucker.
So Billy had about half an hour to kill before he saw Steve, so he figured, might as well get fucking drunk.
He was laughing with Tommy and some other seniors he didn’t care to know the names of, all sitting on the nice couches in one of Steve’s living rooms, because his house has two. Tommy’s eyes drifted to look at the stairs, rolling exaggeratedly.
Billy turned, his mouth going fucking dry as he saw Steve.
He was going down the stairs, was staring over the party like he was fucking above it all. His makeup was dark and perfect. He was in a tight little dress, and fucking heels, was steady as he came down the stairs, stepping sideways in the black boots.
He towered over everyone, the heels were probably six or seven inches, with a big platform. They just made him look even more untouchable, even more terrifyingly beautiful. He swept through the party to where Billy was sitting, smirking down at him and Tommy.
“You are a fucking drama queen,” Tommy shouted up at him.
“And what about it?” Billy caught a whiff of some perfume, light and pretty, but with a zing of spice through it. Expensive.
“Just thought you should know.” Steve slapped Tommy’s chest, moving to plop himself right on Billy’s lap, sitting with both legs tossed over to one side.
He was fucking warm on Billy.
He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, smirking at Billy’s hand on the soft skin of his thigh.
Billy didn’t know whether Steve would think he was gross for getting hard while he’s sitting on his lap, or if he’d be offended if he didn’t.
He leaned closer into Billy’s space.
“Are you having a good time?”
“I am now.”
Billy knew how to do this. How to smile all lazy and make his voice go deep.
But Steve, Steve likes to throw curve balls. He tugged at the hem of the tight black dress, crossing his knees primly. It fell to about his mid thigh.
“Have to be careful. I’m not wearing anything underneath this.”
Billy choked.
“It’s so tight, didn’t want anything disrupting the line of the dress.” He looked demurely back at Billy, making his doe eyes all wide, innocent.
Billy didn’t know what to fucking say, was just trying not to picture Steve naked, Steve naked on his lap, Steve naked on his bed, Steve pulling up the hem of the skirt and sitting right on his dick, here in front of everyone-
But then Steve winked at him, sliding off his lap to take one of the other boys by the hand.
He danced with the guy, some senior Billy wanted to fucking punch, for no reason other than how Steve was grinding against him.
They were front to front, and the guy had his hands on Steve’s ass.
He had obviously picked the biggest meathead douche there, as Steve was only about two or three inches taller than him in the black heels.
And then he turned, eyes heavy and sultry, staring Billy down as he danced, as he let the douchebag mouth and lick up his neck.
He turned back, kissing the guy sloppy, and picked up the hem of his dress, tugging it up just a bit in the back, just enough for Billy to see some asscheek.
Billy thought he was gonna go fucking brain dead at the sheer speed of all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.
Steve pushed the dress back down when the song began thumping into another one, pushing the guy lightly, just enough to know that’s all he would be getting with King Steve tonight.
He made his way past Billy.
“I need to fix my makeup. Come upstairs with me.”
Billy did not need to be told twice, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled to follow Steve up the stairs. His eyes were glued to his ass, swaying slightly in front of him as he climbed.
Steve opened a door a little way down the hall, locking it behind Billy when he nervously came in. He watched as Steve reapplied some of his smeared lipstick, cleaning up what had been disturbed by the guy tongue fucking his mouth.
Billy took a seat on the bed, looking around Steve’s room.
It was painted white, and he had string lights hung up around the ceiling. One wall was covered in pictures and Polaroids of him and his little gang. Billy smiled at the picture framed on Steve’s bedside table, Tommy, Carol and Steve, all with their arms thrown around one another. They couldn’t’ve been older than seven.
Billy felt the bed shift next to him.
“That was the first day of first grade. I’ve known those two since I was tiny. I think I met Tommy when I was like, a week old, or something.” Billy put the frame down, turning to Steve.
He opened his mouth to reply, but Steve had threaded one hand into his hair, was licking into his mouth, kissing him fervently. He swung one leg over, straddling Billy’s lap.
Billy ran his fingers up Steve’s soft thighs, pushing under the dress. He fucking groaned as he felt his ass. He wasn’t lying.
“See? Told you. No panties.” Billy dug his fingers in, getting fistfuls of his ass.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Steve pushed him back a little, laughing as he wiped at the lipstick that had smeared onto Billy.
“Yeah, I fucking know.” And then he shoved Billy back until he was laying on the bed, fingers going for the remaining buttons on his shirt. “I see how you always look at me. Like you can’t fucking wait to split me open on your cock.” Billy was breathing heavily as Steve brushed long fingers down his now exposed torso, digging manicured nails into his pecs. “I can make that happen for you. You want that, Baby? Want me to ride your dick all night?”
Billy was used to having control in the bedroom, was usually the one to make the first move, would flirt with cute boys until they got flustered and blush, and then would pound them into the mattress.
But that’s not to say he’s opposed to this.
“Fuck yeah, I want that. You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, bouncing on my cock.” Steve smiled at him, pressing lipstick kisses to his chest as he undid Billy’s jeans.
He pulled out Billy’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he reached into the bedside table, opening the condom with his teeth, and rolling it on. He shifted, hovering over Billy’s dick, ready to sink down.
“Wait,” Billy grabbed his hips. “Don’t you need, lube, prep? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Steve smiled softly at him, and then rammed himself down, taking all of Billy’s cock in on go.
Billy choked out a moan, his eyes going wide.
“Fingered myself while I was getting ready.” He was fussing with the tight hem of the dress, pulling it over his hips, over his hard cock. “Thought about you, and made myself cum twice.”
He rose up, Billy scrambling to grab his hips, hold onto fucking something as he dropped back down, smirking down at Billy as he started to ride.
He was relentless.
“I think about this all the time. I-ah-I fuck myself with one, one a my toys, and think of you.” Billy arched his back, moaning loudly.
“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Billy got his feet settled on the floor, started bucking his hips up to meet Steve.
He tossed his head back, jerking the hair out of his face.
“You really think you’re the first to tell me that?” Billy swatted at his ass.
“Brat.”
Steve fucking laughed at him, planted his hands on billy’s chest, and went to fucking town.
Billy’s brain shorted the fuck out.
He had no thoughts in his little mind outside of SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve.
He trailed one hand over his hip, going for Steve’s cock, jerking him in time with the rough pace he set on Billy’s dick.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Little tighter.” Billy tightened his grip, made Steve moan and whine.
“Make the prettiest fucking sounds.” He didn’t really know what he was saying, figured by the way Steve was fluttering around him, that he was close. “Wanna watch you cum. Gonna be fucking gorgeous.” His hand was flying on Steve’s dick, trying to get him closerclosercloser.
“Watch the dress. This was expensive.”
And then Steve shuddered, and clenched around Billy as he came, covering Billy’s chest in spunk.
He took a moment to catch his breath, going right back to fucking himself on Billy’s cock, squeezing him tight.
Billy groaned as he spilled out into the condom, hips bucking into Steve.
He fell flat against the soft bed, let himself melt into it as Steve got off of him, throwing away the condom.
Billy finally sat up to see Steve looking in the full-length mirror, re-situating his dress. He looked at himself from the side, smoothing both hands down his stomach, up over his ass.
He turned to look at Billy.
“Come crash up here tonight. We can do that again.” He grinned at Billy, disappearing behind the door, heading back to the party.
Billy flopped back on the bed, grabbing one of Steve’s pillows and screaming into it.
He was so fucked.
#steve wearing Pleaser heels is my religion#they would make his legs look so LOOONG#yikes writes#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove fic#harringrove ficlet#harringrove drabble#lemons#bitchy steve au#lol#steve just wants to get dicked#billy's got a heartboner for him tho#private post
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Ruin My Life - Part 6
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fratboy!Jimin - no smut in this chapter (because there’s plenty in the previous five sksks), a w h o l e lot of angst (!!!), a bit of fluff
Summary - I don’t wanna spoil anything but um make sure you read the end of the last chapter bc it carries straight on into this part, like there’s no time jump at all
Word Count - 5.1k
Warnings - um none really, a lil bit of bitchiness, pregnancy and abortion talk, good friends Joon and Mija, snakes galore, vomiting, and a pickle (that’s not a euphemism for anything, a literal real life pickle)
a/n: I know this is kinda short but a LOT happens, sorry if there are mistakes because this is not proofread at all sksks. lmk what y’all think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist
taglist💕: @keylowmonie @jennafromhome
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‘Okay, that’s like super sexy, but what if I get a UTI?’ I say, unwillingly breaking us out of daddy-princess mode. His smirk disappears, replaced by his thoughtful face, hands stilling at my waist. ‘What if you like try to piss but hold in the pa-’ ‘I’m gonna stop you there. Even if I do manage to piss while keeping the pants in me, I could get like an infection or something. I’m really sorry to ruin what would have been super sexy, but I don’t wanna put my health at risk,’ I say, and he nods in agreement, somewhat forlorn. ‘Fine, go have a shower, you spoilsport,’ he says, and I swat at him, listening to his giggles as he dodges me. ‘I was about to ask you to join, but forget it,’ I say, heading towards my en suite. ‘No, I’m sorry, princess!’ he cries, chasing after me, ‘I take it back!’
‘Good evening, sir and madam. Can I get the beautiful young couple anything to drink?’ the very enthusiastic waiter says, appearing out of nowhere, startling us both. I go to correct him, to say that, no, we’re not a couple, but Jimin speaks before I can. ‘A bottle of wine, babe? Or do you want something else?’ he asks me. ‘Wine’s good,’ I reply with a smile, watching as Jimin orders a very expensive bottle. He looks so beautiful, dirty blond locks swept back and exposing a strip of his forehead, in a pair of smart black trousers, white shirt and black bomber jacket resting on the back of his chair. He asked me to match with him so I’m dressed in a little black lace bodycon dress with lacy sleeves and a frilly hem, black Valentino flats (gifted from Mija) on my feet and a black clutch sat on the table, hair straight down my back and makeup glowy and tan. ‘I’ll bring that to you in just a moment. Are you having starters tonight, or just mains?’ he asks us, Jimin looking to me. ‘I think we’ll just have mains,’ I say, thinking back to the bag of Doritos we shared just before we left. Jimin grins, nodding in agreement, and the waiter smiles. ‘Okay, you decide what you’d like, then, and I’ll take your orders when I come back with your wine,’ he says, leaving with the drinks’ menu.
The restaurant is absolutely beautiful, dark and atmospheric, the low hum of chatter coupled with an obscure jazz song floating out from hidden speakers. A fountain bubbling with frothy water, glowing pink with lights, glides down the far wall, made of black marble, as are all of the surfaces here, and chandeliers hang above our heads, casting mellow light over us. Behind Jimin is a faux blossom tree, a beautiful backdrop for a (completely irritatingly) beautiful man. ‘Do you like the restaurant?’ he asks me with a soft smile, and I nod. ‘It’s so beautiful, I love it. Thank you,’ I say, and he rests a hand over mine across the table, finger running over the ring he gave me. ‘It’s nothing. I think it was about time I took you out, right? Wrecked your shit that many times,’ he jokes, and I raise an eyebrow, supressing a laugh. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I say, and then he raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you really trying to claim otherwise?’ he asks, and I decide to back down before we start to argue, telling him to change the subject but before he can… ‘Jimin! Is that you?’
Her shrill voice sounds from behind me, and I roll my eyes as I see Jimin’s focus move upwards over my head. ‘Oh, hi, Jeongyeon,’ he says tentatively, obviously thinking about the fact that she and I are not exactly… friends, you could say. She appears at the side of our table, a gaggle of girls from her sorority, LSG, surrounding her, chatting away between themselves. ‘Oh, y/n. What a surprise. I didn’t know the two of you were friends,’ she says, eyeing me warily, fake smile pasted onto her face. I watch as her eyes slide down to land on Jimin’s hand resting on mine. ‘Unless… are you two, like, dating?’ she exclaims, catching the attention of her sisters. ‘No, we’re just friends,’ I reply, neither of us moving our hands. ‘That ring says otherwise,’ she says drily, almost jealously, and the girls gasp. ‘Oh, my God, are you two engaged?’ Sana, the only girl in their sorority that I actually like, exclaims, and we both laugh. ‘No, we aren’t,’ I say, Jimin nodding in agreement. ‘So, who’s it from then?’ Jeongyeon asks, and I roll my eyes, wondering why she’s still here. ‘Me. But it’s not an engagement ring,’ Jimin says shortly, obviously sensing my annoyance. ‘Well, make sure you get that out there, otherwise people will think you’ve wifed her because she’s pregnant!’ Jeongyeon laughs, neither of us letting our shock at her guess show as we laugh gently.
‘Well, this has been nice,’ she begins. ‘Has it?’ I mutter, but she carries on, having not heard me. ‘But, we’d better head to our table. We’re going out to the Ace of Hearts after, so you guys are welcome to join if you’d like,’ she offers. ‘We’re good, luv, enjoy,’ I say, Jimin coughing over my words. ‘Sorry, what was that?’ she asks falsely, and I go to repeat my words. ‘She said we’ll see if we have time, and she’s right. I might be too busy wrecking her,’ he says, not thinking before the words leave his mouth. Jeongyeon chokes, looking at us wide-eyed, the other girls now distracted chatting between themselves again, and I laugh. ‘He’s kidding, obviously,’ I say, and Jimin nods, laughing too. ‘Oh, right. Of course,’ she says, tittering obnoxiously. ‘Well, we’ll leave you to it, but it’s been nice to see you both. Enjoy your night,’ she says, dragging her girls away after neither Jimin nor I reply to her. ‘Bye, Sana,’ I say as she passes the table. ‘Bye, babe. Treat her well,’ Sana says, turning to face Jimin, attempting to be threatening but, with her dinky figure and adorable voice, is about as scary as a puppy Pomeranian i.e. not scary at all. Unless you’re scared of dogs. Maybe a little kitten. Okay, I lowkey have a cat phobia, and ‘little kitten’ kinda sounds kinky. Um, a human baby. Actually, they’re scary as hell. All crying and scrunched up with they alien-looking headass, gross. Jimin’s eye smile. Actually, nothing’s that cute. Anyway, I’m getting distracted.
‘I will, Sana, don’t worry. Make sure you treat Joon right,’ he grins, and she blushes deeply. ‘Namjoon? There’s nothing between us two,’ she stutters, Jimin nodding indulgently. ‘Sana!’ Jeongyeon shouts from somewhere in the restaurant, and Sana rushes off, embarrassed. ‘Her and Joon, huh?’ I ask, and he nods, smirking. ‘They’ve been talking the past couple days nonstop, since our party, and they’re both really into each other by the looks of it. They’re cute. I hope it lasts,’ Jimin says, and I feel warm at the way he speaks about his brother’s happiness. ‘Same, and I’m sure they will. They’re both super nice people, and I can so see them together,’ I say, Jimin nodding in agreement. ‘Anyway,’ he grins, changing the subject, ‘as much as I really need you to keep your mouth shut and your bitchy thoughts to yourself in the future, I think I’m starting to see why you and Jeongyeon don’t get along.’ ‘Correction: why I don’t like her anymore. She still thinks we’re friends, apparently,’ I say, and he nods, hand still on mine. ‘Why exactly don’t you like her? Besides her being her, that is,’ he asks, and I laugh. ‘She’s the head of LSG, right? Well, Mija convinced me to rush LSG with her, even though we were a year late, but she spoke to Sana and she’d said that Jeongyeon was accepting older students. So we rushed LSG and Jeongyeon was so excited to see us there, because she’d wanted us to be part of the sorority for ages, so naturally she accepted us, but then told us that the only room available was the basement, and that rent was £750 a month. Each,’ I say, Jimin’s mouth dropping open in shock. ‘I know. So then we were both like ‘fuck that’ and we decided we didn’t want to join the sorority and she basically threw a bitch fit and told us to fuck off,’ I explain, Jimin holding back a laugh at the end. I don’t tell him about the bit where she found out Jimin and I were fucking and told me to back off because he was hers.
‘I don’t blame you guys. I wouldn’t paid that much for a luxury penthouse suite, let alone a shitty basement,’ he agrees with me, the waiter appearing with our wine and two glasses. We both watch as he pours us out a glass each, leaving the bottle on the side for us to help ourselves to. Jimin goes to speak and then his phone vibrates, catching both of our attention. He checks it and frowns, before groaning. ‘What’s happened?’ I ask him, and he sighs. ‘Impromptu party at ours. Apparently, JK invited a couple girls from BTP over, they thought it was a party and brought the whole sorority along with their boyfriends, and their boyfriends brought their friends so now there’s a party,’ Jimin says, and I supress a laugh at how things blew out of control. ‘They’ve asked me to go back,’ Jimin says, and I tilt my head in confusion. ‘Why?’ ‘We have this rule that we don’t have any parties in the house without us seven there, to keep control if anything happens,’ he explains, sounding extremely fed up. ‘Let’s go then,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I don’t want to go, though,’ he whines, and my heart melts. ‘I know, I don’t want to either, but if they need you, we should go. We’ll reschedule,’ I say, and he sticks out his lower lip. ‘They don’t need me, though. Let’s just stay for mains, and then we’ll go,’ he suggests, and I sigh, nodding. ‘We’ll have to eat quick, though,’ I say, ‘if the house gets trashed, it’s on you.’
‘The house is literally trashed,’ Namjoon says when his eyes land on us, the unfinished bottle of champagne in Jimin’s hand, his other hand in mine. ‘Seriously?’ I ask, shooting Jimin a look. ‘Yes. The upstairs is all fine, but the downstairs is a mess. Someone spilled red wine over the living room wall, and there’s piss in the sink. Oh, and I’m pretty sure that’s shit smeared across the floor,’ he says, completely deadpan, motioning to a brown stain on the kitchen tiles. ‘Oh, god, that is fucking disgusting,’ I groan over the noise of a group of boys doing a keg stand on the kitchen table. ‘It’s literally chocolate,’ Jimin says with a roll of his eyes, picking up the purple wrapper sat next to the stain. ‘That is besides the point. The house is that trashed that there is literally a stain that looks like shit on the floor,’ Namjoon says. He’s sat at the island with an entire bottle of Hennessy in his hands, looking as though he’s trying to drink away his sorrows. ‘Where are the other boys?’ I ask. ‘Jin’s hidden in his room because someone spilled rum on his new Gucci shirt and he’s sulking. Yoongi’s in the garden smoking weed or sniffing coke, I don’t know anymore. Hobi’s in his room with a BTP girl. Tae’s dancing in the living room. And JK’s doing the keg stand,’ he says, the chaos actually making me supress my laughter. ‘Right, okay. Everyone out!’ Jimin shouts, unplugging the sound system. Everyone begins groaning as Jimin starts shouting, ‘Party’s over. Get out or we’re calling the police! Out! Everyone out!’ ‘Your boyfriend is so sexy,’ a girl called Chae on my course says to me, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. ‘What?’ I ask, taken by surprise. ‘Jimin. The way he’s kicking everyone out, all dominant and shit. He’s sexy,’ she says, and I splutter with shock. ‘He’s not my boyfriend,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Okay, lil miss just-came-in-from-a-date-holding-hands-matching-outfits-ring-on-my-wedding-finger-but-he’s-not-my-boyfriend-even-though-we’re-definitely-fucking,’ she teases me, and I shake my head, holding back a laugh. ‘I’ll see you in tomorrow’s lecture. If you’re walking weird, I’m gonna know why,’ she calls over her shoulder, the house emptied out considerably now.
Cups and bottles and empty food containers and actual bits of food litter the entire bottom floor of the house, some questionable stains painting the walls, and I begin to clean up. I grab a mop and scrub the stains off the kitchen floor before starting with a cloth on the living room walls. I then get a black bag and collect up all the rubbish (wearing gloves, of course) whilst Jimin attempts to still kick people out, Tae helping him, Jin, Yoongi and Hobi all missing, Namjoon nursing his Hennessy like a lone cowboy moping at the bar of a saloon, and Jungkook lying across the dining room table, either unconscious or dead. I’ve nearly got the entire bottom floor back to its normal state (I would say clean, but this house cannot ever be called clean; even if it were flooded with Dettol and bleach, it’d still have alcohol and semen stains everywhere) when I find something slimy lying on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. ‘What the…’ I whisper to myself, slowly inching towards it, before I realise what it is. A pickle. Just a pickle lying on the floor. Now, before I explain what happens next, I just want you to know; I’m not that fussy of an eater. I’ll pass on snails and octopus, thanks, but I’ll never say no to a pickle. But the sight of it lying there has my stomach muscles clenching and my hand glued to my mouth in disgust. Normally, I’d say something stupid like ‘mood’ or ‘me’ (because a lone pickle on the floor really does encapsulate how I feel sometimes) but then I smell it. The sharp and pungent acidity of sour vinegar hits me, and I can’t hold myself back anymore.
All of the expensive dinner that Jimin paid for forces its way back up my throat and lands on top of the pickle, making me wretch and heave even more. And I’m the kind of person that throws up at the sight of someone puking, and so the more I throw up, the more it makes me want to throw up. It’s a vicious cycle of vomit. Tears stream down my face, my stomach and throat aching as my body produces an endless amount of sick, making me feel absolutely disgusted with myself. Finally, after what feels like an age – and the pickle is drowned in my vomit – I feel a comforting hand on my back, rubbing circles, and another hand holding back my hair. Once I’m finally done, I turn to see Namjoon, looking like he’s trying his hardest not to throw up himself. I don’t blame him. ‘Sorry,’ I breathe out before limping over to the sink, entire body aching, and splash my face with water before rinsing out my mouth, desperate to get the taste from my mouth. Once I’m done cleaning myself up, I turn to see Namjoon putting down what looks like kitchen towels on top of my vomit. ‘What good is that gonna do?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘They’re special vomit sheets. They soak it all up, so you don’t have to mop it up and shit. I’ve got hundreds, because… well, we’re a frat, ain’t we?’ he says, and I laugh, impressed. I love a good contraption. ‘God, I’m so sorry, Joon. I’ll clean them up after,’ I say, and he waves me off. ‘It’s fine, it’s fine. You just stay here and have some water, I’ll go get Jimin,’ he says, and I give him a smile of thanks. He disappears for a few minutes and, when he returns, I’ve finished a pint of water, feeling much better for it. ‘I can’t find him so d’you wanna just come up to my room? It’s been a while since we had a sleepover, and you promised me a binge sesh. On My Block season two is calling my name,’ he offers with a grin, and I can’t help but grin back. ‘Oh, Joon, you know me,’ I say, ‘how can I possibly say no?’
‘Joon,’ I hiss, tugging at the cover that he’s taken all of, not a single fibre of the shitty material on me. I still can’t believe I actually sleep in his bed, knowing the string of girls he probably has in here. It’s like he can hear me mentally cussing him out because he doesn’t budge an inch, keeping an ironlike grip on the covers. ‘Namjoon,’ I hiss again, nudging him this time, and he lets out a loud snore. ‘For fuck’s sake,’ I mutter, turning over to check the clock. 5.57. I might as well get up and head back to mine and Mija’s to get ready for my 8am lecture this morning. I sigh, climbing out of the bed, and look for a clean pair of socks, not having it in me to walk barefoot in their frat house. I find a pair of Nike socks smelling like fresh washing powder and slip them on, heading out to the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, you have to go past Jimin’s room, and I decide to take a detour, wanting to see if he’s in there. And then, just as a place my hand on the handle, I hear a voice. And it’s not Jimin’s.
My heart nearly stops, and I freeze completely, wanting to hear the person speak more. I hear Jimin’s morning voice, a low groan signalling that he’s just woken up, and I press my ear to the door, trying not to think about the germs. I hear the other person speak then and it’s for sure; it’s female. I feel tears spring to my eyes and try so hard not to let them fall down my face, trying to work out who it is. The person gets closer to the door then, the floorboards creaking, and I dart into the bathroom as quietly as possible, listening out to see who it is. I peek through the door, cracked open slightly, and watch with bated breath and a pounding heart as his bedroom door opens. The person steps out and I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stop any kind of reaction. She hears the noise, turning to look in this direction, and I duck away from the crack in the door, trying to stay silent. I hear her mutter something before heading downstairs. I relax then, shutting the door and locking it, before I slide down to the floor, holding back my tears, the image of Jeongyeon leaving Jimin’s room wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts imprinted into my brain. I know now why Namjoon offered to have a binge sesh; he must have seen Jimin with Jeongyeon and not have had the heart to tell me. I don’t blame him though, and I don’t blame Jeongyeon either. I told her several times last night that Jimin and I aren’t together so it’s not like he wasn’t fair game. It’s him I’m angry at and I have to physically restrain myself from storming into his room and throttling him, knowing I need to cool down before facing him. I creep out of the bathroom, back into Namjoon’s room, where he snores loudly, still deep in sleep, and wait until I hear Jeongyeon come back upstairs. Then I leave Joon a note to say thank you for the binge-watch sesh before creeping out of the sleeping frat house, heading home.
‘He just called me again,’ Mija says from the doorway of my bedroom, hand on hip, looking down at me sprawled out across my bed, watching To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, an empty tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough lying beside me. ‘Tell him to fuck off,’ I say savagely, pausing the screen on Noah Centineo’s beautiful face. ‘I didn’t answer. Shall I block him? He’s gonna start spamming me soon,’ Mija says, coming to sit next to me. ‘No, you can’t block him. Just send him a text saying I’m ill or something, and don’t answer his calls,’ I say, and Mija sighs. ‘y/n, you can’t avoid him forever. You need to confront him at some point,’ she says, and now it’s my turn to sigh. ‘How can I confront him? We weren’t together, Mija. I can’t get mad at him, because he hadn’t committed to me,’ I say, and she shakes her head. ‘No, y/n, I’m sorry, I’m not having it. He cannot literally treat you as though you’re his girlfriend, take you on dates and give you his ring and call you his, but then fuck other people because he hasn’t committed to you. I’m not having it, y/n, and you aren’t either,’ Mija says, and y/n shakes her head. ‘It’s okay, Mija, I’ve cut him off once before, and I can do it again. I was an idiot to make the same mistake twice anyway,’ I say, despite the way my heart aches at the thought of him.
I’ve had a few days to process what happened and those days consisted of lots of tears, several empty tissue boxes and ice cream tubs, missed lectures and sleepless nights, and 1067 unopened texts and 432 missed calls from Jimin, as well as some from the other boys too. I’ve just left my phone beneath my bed, knowing I’m too lazy to crawl under and get it. He’s also stopped by the apartment a few times, using his spare key, and I’ve had to hide in several very creative hiding places; in one of the kitchen cupboards, under Mija’s bed and on top of the fridge to name a few. I just can’t bring myself to look him in the face after seeing Jeongyeon leave his room. And I know I can’t even get angry, because he’s always been so open with his allergy to commitment and we both knew that we weren’t together. He had every right, I guess.
‘No, y/n, don’t be passive. You can’t let him get away with it,’ she pleads, and I shake my head. And then a wave of nausea hits me, and I retch, clutching at my mouth. I jump out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom, and I drop to my knees, vomiting into the toilet. Mija holds back my hair whilst I vomit up everything in my stomach, my body not stopping until I feel empty. I don’t even feel angry or upset, ignoring the way my stomach clenches, throat aches and eyes stream, and get up, washing my face. ‘y/n, babe, I’m worried. This is, like, the third time this week. You need to get to a doctor’s, babe,’ she says, and I shake my head. ‘I’m fine, honestly. It’s probably just a sick bug or something. I’ll survive,’ I say, and Mija bites at her nails, looking like she wants to say something. ‘What? What d’you wanna say?’ I ask tiredly, and Mija sighs. ‘Babe, don’t you think you might be… you know?’ Mija says, and I prompt her, not having a clue what she’s talking about. ‘Don’t you think you might be pregnant?’ she asks, and her words hit me like a ton of bricks. How did I not even think about being pregnant? But… ‘I can’t be. I took a pregnancy test, and it was negative, and I got my period,’ I say, feeling faint. ‘You might not have been pregnant yet, babe. And it might have just been some sporadic bleeding,’ Mija suggests, as my head spins feeling dizzy. ‘Get me out a pregnancy test,’ I ask, and Mija obliges, handing me one from the cupboard beneath the sink. I wee on it, not feeling at all embarrassed considering we’ve both walked in on each other in the shower. Several times. Intentionally (not like that, to ask if the other wanted food or something along those lines – not gonna lie, though, her body is banging. Even though we both cussed out the ASP boys for suggesting it, I probably wouldn’t say no if I was a bit tipsy).
Once I’m done, I clean the stick and she takes it from me, staring at it unwaveringly as I sit on the toilet seat, head in my hands out of stress. ‘Mija, staring at it won’t make the result come up quicker,’ I snap, taking out my stress on her, but she doesn’t care, knowing there’s no real venom behind it. She goes to reply but then gasps, staring at the stick. ‘What? What does it say? Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know. I’ll just live the rest of my life without knowing. If I put on a lot of weight in the next nine months, I’ll find out that way instead. Just don’t tell m-’ ‘It’s positive,’ she says, putting an end to my rambling, and I fall silent, mouth hanging open. ‘It’s positive, y/n. You’re pregnant,’ she says, handing me the stick. I stare at the writing on the stick, reading one week, and I burst into tears, not sure whether they’re happy or sad. Mija puts her arms around me, comforting me until I’m done, and she steps back from me, holding on to my shoulders. ‘Mija,’ I say solemnly, and she nods just as solemnly. ‘I’m sorry to break it to you,’ I say, ‘but you’re the dad.’
‘Miss y/l/n,’ the receptionist says, and Mija and I rise from our seats. ‘Room 9, please,’ she says, pointing towards the door without a look at us, and we head through into the linoleum corridor of the hospital, beneath the fluorescent lights. ‘Nervous?’ Mija asks, and I shake my head, genuinely not feeling nervous. ‘Good. You don’t need to be,’ Mija says, holding my hand, and I nod as we reach the door. Mija knocks and the doctor calls out for us to come in, Mija swinging open the door. Before we even step in, I spot who’s sat in there, and my heart nearly stops. ‘Chungae?’ Mija demands, and the girl looks up at us in surprise. ‘Mija, y/n. Hi,’ she says, smiling a smile that doesn’t put me at all at ease. Chungae’s a girl in LSG, Jeongyeon’s sorority, and she studies midwifery. Probably why she’s sat beside the doctor in a nurse’s outfit, wearing a visitor badge. She must be doing a bit of work experience. ‘Chungae, you didn’t tell me you knew our patient today,’ the doctor says, sounding slightly exasperated, and I feel sorry for the poor woman, unable to imagine how hard it must be working alongside one of the most annoying girls I’ve met. ‘You didn’t tell me any names,’ Chungae says indignantly, and the doctor sighs. ‘Well, you can’t be in here if you know the patient. You’ll have to go and join Dr Jung in Room 7,’ the doctor says, Chungae rising from her seat in a huff and brushing past us without a goodbye.
I look at Mija in horror once the door’s shut behind us, terrified. ‘What if she tells Jeongyeon I’m getting an abortion? She’ll tell Jimin and everyone else,’ I say, and Mija shakes her head. ‘She won’t, and even if she does, we’ll say that it was me getting the abortion. Everyone knows I’m a slag,’ Mija says, coaxing a laugh out of the doctor. ‘Don’t worry, y/n, Chungae has signed a privacy waver and so she cannot speak about the patients here. If she breaks it, she will have a criminal record and so will not get hired by any hospitals. I will remind her of this when you have left,’ the doctor says, putting my mind at ease. At least if Chungae blabs, she’ll get a lovely serving of karma. ‘Take a seat, y/n. My name is Dr Choi and I’ll be carrying out your abortion today. The process is very short and pain free due to the anaesthetic we’ll administer to you, and we’ll just keep you behind for a few hours after in order to do some tests. Am I correct in believing that Dr Jung placed a dilating tablet into your vagina around three hours ago?’ she asks, and I nod, Mija holding my hand comfortingly. ‘You are unable to have a medical abortion due to an allergy to one of the chemicals contained in mifepristone, and so we will be completing a suction aspiration abortion today. You’ve opted to have general anaesthetic rather than local anaesthetic, meaning you’ll be put asleep during the process. Is that correct?’ she asks, and I nod again, feeling the nerves kick in slightly.
‘I’ll just explain the procedure to you now, just so we’re one hundred percent sure on what’s going to happen and whether you’re definite about following through with the procedure as it is never to late to change your mind if you wish to do so. First, we will take you down to a private surgery room where you can change into your hospital robe behind a screen. You’ve selected for Kim Mija to be your companion during the process and so she will be present throughout,’ Dr Choi says, Mija wincing at the mention of her popular last name. ‘We will administer the general anaesthetic through a mask as soon as you tell us that you are ready. It will kick in after a minute or so and you will lightheaded before falling unconscious. We will then start the procedure which will begin with inserting a tube through the cervix and into the womb. We will then remove the pregnancy through suction. The procedure takes between 5 and 10 minutes and as soon as it is done, we will administer you with local anaesthetic to act as a painkiller in the cervix and then stop supplying the general anaesthesia, meaning you will wake up within the next hour. We’ll then carry out a few tests, just to check that everything is okay, and then you are free to go home. You must stay at home for 48 hours with someone with you at all times as the general anaesthesia may cause memory loss, loss of concentration or disorientation. Avoid driving, drinking and signing any legal documents for 48 hours after the procedure. Do you have any other questions?’ Dr Choi asks, my mind swimming with information. Mija squeezes my hand comfortingly, and I smile. ‘No, Doctor,’ I say, ‘I’m ready.’
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