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An angst request coming up. Reader is Jake and Neytiri's oldest daughter but is barley acknowledged. Jake is to busy teaching Neteyam and Lo'ak and Neytiri is to busy with Kiri and Tuk. They treat her more as a distant relative than anything, but she does everything they tell her to do because she believes that will make them see her. When they come to the Metkayina clan she becomes more of an outcast and keep to herself. She gets teased and harassed by Ao'nung and his gang, the same way they did to Kiri, but no one comes to her rescue. They notice that her family doesn't help her and starts to be nice and inviting her with them. The this whole scene where her siblings finds out and feels betrayed by her.
Betrayal Is The Only Truth That Sticks
Pairing: Sully Family x fem!reader
Summary: Sully family ignores reader for most her life, until her life starts to get better in the Metkayina clan as they take her under their wing
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: Cussing, angst, name calling, they are mean to reader?
A/n: Y’all this is a long one, took a lot of time so let me know what you think! Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy! <33333
Part 2: Betrayal Is An Inherent Part Of Love
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[Name] took a deep breath, she was leaving her home. Her home, the forest, all she had ever known retreating behind her as she joined her family in the sky. She knew why they were leaving, she did, but that did not stop the stinging in her chest at the thought of leaving. Now that they were in the sky, it all became so real. The crisp air was a sharp reminder of the life she was leaving behind.
Blinking back tears, she was brought back to the time she spent in the forest as a kid. Her younger brother–Neteyam, only younger by a year–chasing her and Kiri as they struggled to run away. She almost smiled to herself, things were easier back then. There were few memories she had as a kid that lacked the heart wrenching feeling she had become accustomed to.
She hardly remembers it but she knew when Kiri and Neteyam were born, her parents were elated. Another child to share their love with, how exciting. Thats what [Name] thought as well, until they started to take up all of their time. That makes sense though, they were babies after all. But none of that seemed to change as time went on. Even as Neteyam and [Name] were being taught to hunt, Neteyam seemed to be favoured. Long hunts where [Name] would catch three fish and Neteyam one, were often ‘teaching moments’ for Jake and Neytiri.
They knew that Neteyam had do be hunter if he was to be the future Olo'eyktan, so they took special care in teaching him. Kiri, almost from the moment she opened her eyes, had an connection with Eywa. The girl was already a miracle, coming out of the body of Dr. Grace Augustine. But when all of the Ikrans around them started to protect her tiny baby body out of the blue one day when she was crying, they knew that she must be trained to be the next Tsahik.
All of this [Name] could forgive and forget, and she almost did, until Lo’ak was born. [Name] had an understanding that Kiri and Neteyam would always have most of their parents attention, so when Lo’ak was born, she was more than ready to give him the attention she didn’t get. But Lo’ak almost seemed to get more attention than the other three, even when he was no longer a baby. Lo’ak was always trying to “live up to his brother”, although his brother never kept him from the attention from his loved ones. When [Name] finally realized that Lo’ak was getting more attention despite ‘being the outcast’, that’s when that all too familiar feeling set in, she was never going to be the centre of attention.
[Name] was in no way bad at anything, not in the slightest. She had no problems picking up all of the things she was taught as a hunter. No, the problem came when she wasn’t the best at anything she did. Despite being taught the same things as Neteyam and Lo’ak, she never seemed to be anything other than average. She made most of her targets with almost exact accuracy, but, unlike her brothers, she wasn’t as fast or as precise. Her lack of struggle or brilliance with any of the skills she had meant a lack of praise or extra practice time with her parents, and thus less attention.
One might think that [Name] had jealousy for her sibling success, Kiri training to be the next Tsahik, despite that being [Name]’s natural role as the oldest daughter or even Neteyam’s future mate’s; and Lo’ak and Neteyam becoming better and better warriors with the help of their parents. But [Name] never was jealous, she could only find pride in herself when she watched her siblings succeed. She only wished to have a sliver of the attention.
So, [Name] became silent, never making a fuss as she was left to fade into the background of her family’s lives. While her sibling were off training with their parents, [Name] was left to practice her skills on her own. [Name] remembers getting better at making flower crowns, beading, using a bow and increasing her strength. But none of that ever mattered. Even when [Name] decided to make her family flower crowns, she couldn’t have been older than eight, they hardly bothered to thank her. Instead favouring the hammock, where they all snuggled close. [Name] tried every time to be in the middle, but no matter how hard she tried, she was always at the edge.
Things only seemed to look up when Tuk was born. Everyone was overjoyed when it was announced that Neytiri had given birth to another health baby girl. Tuk was unbelievably loving from the start, loving all of her siblings equally. [Name] was just happy that she could share her love with her bright-eyed sister. When Tuk was young, [Name] would often take Tuk into the forest to teach her how to make flower crowns. One day, they had come back with enough for the whole family. Everyone was delighted, praising Tuk for her work, even after Tuk told everyone that [Name] had taught her. Although it stung a little, she was happy for Tuk and was proud at her skills in flower weaving.
But as all good thing do, the time of Tuk and [Name]’s hanging out had seemed to come to an end. Kiri and Lo’ak were spending more and more time out in the forest with Spider and Tuk had decided that she didn’t want to miss it. [Name] couldn’t blame her, she never wanted to miss spending time with her family either. Once again, [Name] was left to train and explore on her own.
[Name] let out a sigh, it had only been a hour and she was already tired of flying. The air only grew cooler as they began flying above the great expanse of water that was the ocean of Pandora. Taking in a deep breath, [Name] tried to shake the thoughts of her childhood out of her head as they only exhausted her. As [Name] exhaled, her Ikran exhaled as well and she was reminded of the time [Name] and her brothers attacked the sky people’s train.
It had been a few weeks of coordinated attacks on the sky people’s supply shipments and Jake had allowed [Name], Lo’ak, and Neteyam to scout for them again. Jake was always worried about his children in an active war zone, but Jake knew that the only way to improve was experience. So scout they did. They were doing well, informing everyone of approaching ships and making sure everyone was safe, until Lo’ak decided he wanted more action.
Neteyam went after him, [Name] following close behind, both hoping to ensure their younger brother’s safety. Once they had landed, [Name] had found Lo’ak with a gun and Neteyam reminding him that their dad was going to kill them. [Name] tried to warn them of the incoming ship, grabbing Neteyam’s arm, pulling him just barely out of the way when a ship crashed. That didn’t shield them from the knock back though, the crash sending them sprawled on the ground. [Name] had guess her dad had seen them when he came running in to save them.
[Name] had watched as he checked Lo’ak’s body for injuries before yelling Neteyam’s name and searching for them. Once he had found him, throwing him on his back, Jake Sully made his way to his Ikran. She could hear Lo’ak’s voice alerting his dad that [Name] was by the crash as well, but it all became blurry as her ears began to ring and tears started to swell in her eyes. [Name] was already stumbling back to her Ikran when her father finally caught sight of her.
Apparently, Jake hadn’t seen her and thought she was still in the air, as she learned once they had gotten back, but that did nothing to undo the hurt that struck into [Name]’s heart.
Only a few days later did Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk go off into the forest again, this time with [Name]. Tuk had successfully convinced [Name] to come along although [Name] was wary. As they had jumped from branch to branch, wandering deeper into the beautiful rainforest, [Name] finally gave herself a moment to breathe. Tuk often got distracted by the wildlife, and [Name] couldn’t blame her, so she stuck by her when she got side tracked, following after her when Lo’ak would yell for them to catch up. It was times like these, when she would hang out with her family that she felt like an outsider. Sure, she knew and loved her family like no other, but she never really felt a part of the family, always left out of the conversation.
Looking back at it, [Name] could hardly remember the events that led up to her siblings, Spider, and her being held by their queues by dream walkers. It all seemed to go by so fast, similar to the pace of her heart. Then all of a sudden, she heard her mother’s calls and looking around she could tell that the others had heard them as well. It rest was a blur, a flurry of flashing lights from the guns, and bodies moving quickly. [Name] was held still, her attempts at biting the avatar holding her, futile. Only when Neteyam run out from behind a tree and shot the avatar behind her, was she free. She had ran to push Neteyam out of the way of gun shots when she was met with her father. They eventually made it out, but not without losing Spider.
[Name] understood Spider, and even as she sat atop her Ikran on their way to a new life, she had understood how he had felt as an outsider in the family. Spider may not have been a Sully, but he sure did get a lot more attention from them than [Name] did. The poor kid was now stuck with the sky people, who were doing Eywa knows what to him. [Name] could remember Kiri’s face when she found that Spider was taken. It hurt [Name] to see her sister so broken.
The entire ride had been silent, nobody spoke while they flew, a side from a few questions of how much longer from Tuk. [Name] had been so stuck in her thoughts that she hardly realized when the waters below them started to lighten. The waters of the ocean clans were beautiful, so full and bright. As they approached, Na’vi people of the ocean could be seen swimming in the reef, and tending to animals. [Name] took another deep breath, this time she was pleasantly surprised to find the air much warmer and less sharp. For the first time since learning they were leaving the forest, [Name] started to feel hopeful of their new life. Maybe here she could be happy.
The Ikrans started to slow as they descended, leaving [Name] to mentally prepare herself. When they landed, it became quickly apparent to the Sully family just how many people were surrounding them. [Name] tried to follow in her father’s footsteps, holding up her hands as if to show she was no harm. It was only after a tense conversation, that the Metkayina people decide that the leaders two children would teach the Sully kids.
It seemed from there that things started to look up for [Name]. It was scary at first, but after her and her siblings jumped in the water for the first time, it all seemed to come into focus for [Name]. The water was glowing and quiet, providing [Name] solace while she thought, something she thought she would never get. Under the water was calm and safe, somewhere that [Name] felt instantly at home in. Home had seemed to be a foreign concept to [Name] in the recent years, so she welcomed the strange but lovely feeling.
Over the next few weeks, [Name] improved her swimming and breathing tremendously. Despite almost being separated from the learning group her family was in, [Name]’s skill only increase. She heard what the Metkayina kids would say and watched how they would move, hoping to use this information to better her own skills. All of these worked and many of the Metkayina kids noticed this. An outsider learning their ways at the speed she did? That was something to speak about.
[Name]’s improvement of skill and thus overall attitude went unnoticed by the Sully family, although this time she did not have a reason why. The best answer she could come up with was that they were busy. But what were they busy with? Neteyam was no longer training to be the future Olo'eyktan nor Kiri as the Tsahik, so why were all of their attention still away from their oldest daughter and sibling? The sheer truth of the matter always seemed to bring tears to [Name] whenever the thought came to her mind.
So she stayed in the background, trying to throw herself into the ways of the Metkayina. And while she seemed to do much better than her siblings, it didn’t help her gain any attention. The only thing that staying in the background did was shield [Name] from most of Ao’nung’s teasing. That didn’t stop [Name] from seeing the teasing that Ao’nung berated her siblings with.
It was one sunny day on the shore of the Metkayina clan, Kiri was watching a place in the sand and [Name] stood not far from her by a tree. [Name] had been mildly worried about Kiri for the past few days, and how she had been treated by the kids of the ocean tribe. So, [Name] choose to stick by her that day, while Kiri laid alone on the beach. And it was a good thing she did because it wasn’t long when Ao’nung and his friends decided to pay her a visit. They had made their way over to her, laughing and calling her a freak. Kiri, being the sweet heart she is, didn’t understand what was happening at first, but quickly understood when they continued to call her names.
[Name] walked away from the tree she was leaning on, shouting at the boys to stop teasing her and leave her alone. Lo’ak joined her, not willing to let anyone pick on his sister. Lo’ak was about to fight them when Neteyam showed up with his future clan leader ways. [Name] almost rolled her eyes at his mediating, but ended up smiling when he seemed to resolve the conflict. She was always proud of Neteyam for his charm. But then of course Lo’ak wasn’t ready to let go and he turned around to punch Ao’nung after cleverly tricking him. One thing lead to another and Neteyam and Lo’ak were fighting the whole group as Kiri and [Name] fought to keep down their laughs.
It was only two days later that [Name] sat at that very same beach, enjoying the waves crash against the shore. The last few days, she had been hard at work, doing everything she could to be faster, hold her breath longer; be better. That’s all she had ever wanted. This day, [Name] decided she was going to take a break while the others did as well. [Name] let her self-take a deep breath, enjoying the air while it was in her lungs. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sun when all of a sudden her vision becomes dark as if a shadow had blocked her from the sun. Furrowing her eyebrows, she opened her eyes to find that Ao’nung and his friends surrounding her.
[Name] could only scuff, she could only imagine what they wanted with her. Standing up and beginning to walk away is when they began their teasing.
“Freak!”
“She has demon blood.”
“Not even real Na’vi.”
[Name] could only shake her head, it didn’t really matter, she just wanted to leave. But they blocked her exit, surrounding her completely.
“Where are your brothers? What they no here to save you?”
“They probably don’t even care about you, freak!”
[Name] only looked at the floor blankly. A few minutes went by and [Name] could tell that the group was waiting for something to happen or someone to pop out of nowhere and stop them. But when that never came, the smirks on their face seemed to drop like flys.
“You are probably right, they don’t really care about me,” [Name] spoke evenly. She knew this to be true, as much as she didn’t want to think about it. It had always been true.
The boys looked around at each other, still hoping that one of her brothers would walk out of nowhere and yell at them for messing with their sister. But as [Name] expected, still no one came.
Ao’nung shook his head incredulously, “That cannot be true, they tried to beat us up for Kiri.”
“And I bet they would do it again, but I am not Kiri,” [Name] sighed, her previously tense shoulders deflated in defeat.
“Why are they not here than?”
“Well, I have never really had the same amount of respect my siblings have had. Even being the oldest never seemed to reward me with much attention.”
“You are the oldest? Why were you not taught the ways of the Tsahik?”
“Oh you heard about that did you? I am still not sure. Kiri was always the best choice, but as the oldest, I still think I should have been taught as well.” [Name] looked down at the sand once again, she did not like to have such thoughts.
Another boy piped in, “You are always separate from them, why is that?”
[Name] sighed, her struggles with family were not easy to explain, especially not in front of a group of strangers known for teasing.
“I’ve always tried to be close with my family, but whether they know it or not, they seem to always push me away.”
All of the boys shook their heads, seemingly ashamed of this behaviour as if they could never.
“How long has that been going on?” Ao’nung asked, leaning forward as if he needed to know the answer.
“Pretty much since Neteyam and Kiri were born,” [Name] exhaled, biting her tongue. “Not that it really matters, I love my family so much it doesn’t even matter.”
All of the boys looked at each other once again, except this time a silent understanding passed between them and they nodded in unison.
Ao’nung began to speak again, this time he had no hint of teasing in his voice.
“We did not wish to tease you or make fun of you, we just wanted to get back at your brothers for roughing us up.”
“Yeah,” Another boy began. “We just wanted to get on their nerves, you were just collateral.”
“In all honesty, many of the Metkayina kids have noticed how hard you have been working to learn more and how amazing you are in the water,” Ao’nung explained in earnest.
Whoops of agreement sounded from around [Name], and the girl found herself smiling at the support.
“Wow… I didn’t know anyone noticed…” [Name] muttered.
“How could we not? A forest girl swimming better than many of our own? Thats unheard of!” Ao’nung beamed at the oldest Sully girl and [Name] bit her lip to stop her from giggling.
“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much.” [Name] smiled at the group with the most genuine smile she has had in a long time.
“While we are here,” One of the boys behind her started. “My sister has always wanted to meet you, I would love to introduce you to her.”
“Yeah my sister would love you!”
Many of the boys offered to introduce [Name] to members of their family that would love her. The thought had almost sent [Name] to tears as she beamed at the boys around her.
“You should hang out with us, you know, join our group," Ao’nung suggested, looking around for conformation.
“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” [Name] smiled sadly.
“Do you all want to be friends with [Name]?” Ao’nung asked loudly, looking around at the boys again.
When all they heard were whoops of approval, [Name]’s face was bright and her eyes glassy.
“You have no idea what this means to me, thank you guys so much.”
“Don’t sweat it, you are one of us now.”
And one of them she was. From that day on, [Name] was with Ao’nung and his friends all day every day. It was only a few days until the boys introduced [Name] to their sisters and other friends. And they loved her, playing games with her, challenge her to races, hunt beside her, and laughing with her. [Name] had been having the best time of her life. She would wake up early and go to bed late in order to make the most of her time.
She started to get close with the girls of the clan, being invited to braiding circles and gossip sessions. [Name] was finally getting the attention she never had, and she loved it. Although at times she would miss her family, having hardly any time spent with them, she knew that they didn’t notice her absence. Every time a thought of her family crossed her mind, one of the girls would help her remove it from mind. They had her back, and she sure as hell had theirs.
[Name] even bonded with a Tulkun, effectively reenforcing that she was Metkayina in all who knew her’s minds. Everyday became one of hope and happiness for [Name] and she could hardly remember he life in the forest. As much as she loved the forest, a place that she would always regard as home, she felt more at home with the Metkayina then anywhere else.
Apparently one Sully had taken notice of the absence of the oldest Sully sister, and Tuk was upset that nobody else noticed. The brushed her off at first, telling Tuk that [Name] was just doing her own thing as she did. But after a few months, Tuks nagging became more and more rational, leaving the family to think, where was [Name]?
[Name] was sat on the beach one day just before eclipse hanging out with Ao’nung when Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri cornered them.
“Where have you been?” Lo’ak inquired, his fists tight and voice strained.
“Here,” Ao’nung laughed, watching as a slight smile grew on [Name]’s face.
“You know what we mean, where have you been the last few months, [Name]?” Neteyam stared at his older sister’s face as if searching for an answer.
“I didn’t think you would notice…” [Name] muttered to herself.
“What?” Kiri asked sadly.
“I have been with the Metkayina, with my friends,” [Name] put simply.
“But we are your friends [Name]! We are your family!” Lo’ak exclaimed.
The calm that once sat on [Name]’s face drained at Lo’ak’s words. Ao’nung chuckled breathlessly at Lo’ak, what was he saying.
“Some family you are. You just left her to be on her own and didn’t even notice when she was absent!” Ao’nung was furious at this point, having seen everything.
“What, that is not fair! We having been learning! We were busy learning your ways,” Neteyam explained.
“[Name] has been doing just fine, and she hadn’t ignored you at all until we stepped in.” Ao’nung stated.
“Step in my ass, she was probably bullied into being friends by you! No way she would choose you and your friends over us,” Lo’ak argued.
“Is that true, Lo’ak? Do you really think that I would chose people that have never chosen me over over them? I was not bullied, Lo’ak, I chose them,” [Name] explained, finally having enough.
“While you all were out doing whatever you were, I was left alone, never being allowed a spot in the family. Lo’ak, you always say you are the outcast, but you have no idea.” [Name] hardly understood what she was saying, all of the pent up feelings buried deep seeming to explode.
“You should have told us! We would have helped you!” Kiri spoke, trying to reason.
“No, Kiri! I couldn’t have! I was alone, left to fend for myself. You all were alway to busy and at the end of the day it didn’t ever matter what I did, it was never enough!” Tears were streaming down [Name]’s face at this point.
[Name] took several deep breaths as the Sully siblings reflected on their lives.
“Can you all just let me enjoy this?” [Name]’s voice was much softer now, more vulnerable. “I was happy, can’t you just let me be happy?”
[Name]’s words broke them, tears starting to swell in their eyes. Ao’nung wrapped his arm around [Name], whispering comforting words in her ear. Then from behind them, a whole group of Metkayina kids walk out from behind a rock and surround [Name] and Ao’nung.
“We really don’t appreciate how you have been treating our sister.”
“Yeah, you are kinda shit siblings, how can you forget your sister?”
“Don’t you know how kind she is?”
“Can’t you see how skilled she has become?”
“Why don’t you see her love for you guys despite how you have always treated her?”
Their words were like knifes in their hearts, far worse than Ao’nung had ever said to them. And as they started to retreat back to the village, all they could think about was how it all went wrong. How much had they witnessed and still missed. Looking back, not many of their memories included their older sister. As they approached their marui, their thoughts went to Tuk, who has loved [Name] the most. How was she going to respond? How was their mother or father? The day [Name] left them would always leave a scar in their hearts, how could she betray them?
Or really, how could they betray her?
A/n: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed, because I sold my soul to the devil for you <333333
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Cartoon depictions of the homeless increasingly reflect the hostility of today’s political leaders toward people on the streets. We’ve gone from images of charming hobos with bindles to zombies taking over cities.
If you consume any news at all, you’ve probably noticed that the United States is pathologically cruel to its homeless citizens. This May, the brutal killing of Jordan Neely—who was strangled to death, at the age of 30, simply because he was unhoused and shouting on the Manhattan subway—captured the national spotlight, but it was just one of many such cases of unprovoked violence. In January, two cops reportedly kidnapped a homeless man in Hialeah, Florida, drove him to an “isolated and dark location,” and beat him unconscious. That same month, art dealer Shannon Collier Gwin faced battery charges after he sprayed a homeless woman with a hose outside his San Francisco gallery, barking “Move! Move!” at her. (Predictably, Gwin got a lenient plea deal of just 35 hours of community service.) Elsewhere in the city, homeless San Franciscans have been attacked with chemical bear spray on at least eight occasions. Other assaults have been more impersonal but no less vicious. On July 14, the city of Houston abruptly closed its only public cooling center in the downtown area, potentially condemning anyone without shelter to suffer heatstroke in 90-degree weather. Among the property-owning class, the phenomenon of hostile architecture—sidewalks with spikes that stab anyone who tries to sleep, benches with iron bars, and the like—has become de rigueur. The widespread callousness and lack of compassion are both infuriating and hard to comprehend. How on Earth, we might ask, did things get this bad? [...]
Looking back at older cartoons, one of the things that stands out immediately is the absence of negative attitudes toward the homeless. In fact, during the Golden Age of animation, creators seemed to have had a real affinity for the poor and unhoused, often placing their most iconic characters in that role. There’s a wonderful 1948 Warner Bros. short called “Riff Raffy Daffy,” in which Daffy Duck is looking for a place to sleep—first on a park bench, then a trash can, and finally a furniture display in a shop window—and has to dodge the harassment of the police, as represented by Porky Pig in a little blue uniform. (Literally, the cop is a pig!) Or, in the 1950 cartoon “Homeless Hare,” Bugs Bunny’s rabbit hole is destroyed by a new construction project, leading him to unleash his usual slapstick mayhem against the developers until they put it back. In these cartoons, homelessness is something inflicted on people by outside forces—gentrification and the real estate business, in Bugs’ case—and something which can be successfully resisted.
Even Disney cast a homeless dog as a romantic lead in 1955’s Lady and the Tramp, contrasting Lady’s sheltered naivety with Tramp’s superior knowledge of the world. The title invokes the memory of Charlie Chaplin’s “Tramp” films, which similarly brought dignity and humanity to the role of a homeless man. (Bugs Bunny, too, takes inspiration from Chaplin, and multiple Warner animators have drawn him as the Tramp.) In 1961, Hanna-Barbera’s profoundly underrated Top Cat followed the adventures of a gang of wisecracking Manhattan alley cats, who, like Daffy, are always outwitting a meddling policeman. At worst, classic cartoons may trivialize the suffering and danger associated with homelessness—there’s a certain recurring image of the carefree hobo carrying a bindle, which paints the whole subject in a romanticized light—but the homeless themselves are rarely disparaged or made the butt of the joke. Quite the opposite.
It took a few years, but cartoons caught up to the Reaganite turn. In episodes from the ’90s and early 2000s, there’s a palpable shift in the way homeless characters appear compared to earlier decades. The perspective is different: we’re now seeing them through the eyes of comfortably housed characters, rather than their own. Often they don’t even get proper names. [...] This trajectory leads us, perhaps inevitably, to SpongeBob SquarePants. [..] Squidward gets accused of stealing a dime by his comically greedy boss, Mr. Krabs, and quits his job in a fit of outrage. We then flash forward to see Squidward, now bedraggled and unshaven, living in a cardboard box on the street and begging for change. [...] Mercifully, the ever-cheerful SpongeBob gives Squidward a place to stay—but the moment he’s safely off the street, Squidward turns from a sympathetic victim of circumstance into a lazy, entitled freeloader, straight out of a Reagan speech. He makes no effort to find work and loafs around SpongeBob’s house for ages. [...] Eventually, an exasperated SpongeBob writes “GET A JOB” in his alphabet soup, before shoving him (bed and all) back to work at the Krusty Krab. [...]
Worst of all, though, the episode suggests that homelessness can be solved on an individual basis if the people in question simply stop being lazy and “GET A JOB.” This is the biggest myth of all. In 2021, a statistical analysis by the University of Chicago found that 53 percent of people in homeless shelters, and 40.4 percent of unsheltered people, do have jobs. The problem is that their wages are too low, and rents are too high. According to statistics from the same year, it’s impossible for someone working a full-time, minimum-wage job to afford a single-bedroom apartment in 93 percent of U.S. counties, and there are no states in which someone can rent a two-bedroom space on the current federal minimum wage of $7.25 per hour. In other words, homelessness has little or nothing to do with personal responsibility, or lack thereof. It’s a consequence of large-scale economic decisions made by landlords and bosses. [...]
— Alex Skopic
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Steve Harrington x Reader
‖ summary: You and the gang have a pool day and some bad memories come up.
‖ tags: angst, hurt with very little comfort, post season 4, everyone lives (but that don't mean they ain't got trauma lmao), no y/n, no pronouns, reader is referred to as "honey". depictions of PTSD, anxiety/panic attacks. tw for fear of drowning. past tense? present tense? the fic is tense, that's for sure.
‖ word count: 2k
Today, May 6th, 1986, was a good day.
Up until very recently, most of the days had not been good at all. Spring break had done a number on all of you – nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks. Some worse than others.
But today was a good day.
At least, until it wasn't.
Summer sun had invaded Hawkins and left everyone sweating and seeking shade after even a few minutes outside. AC blasted indoors and opened windows begged for a breeze to come through and bring some solace from the heat. The community pool was packed shoulder to shoulder and nearly impossible to get into – but that was fine.
Because Steve Harrington had his own pool.
Eddie, Lucas, Dustin, and Max were all already in the suburban backyard by the time you showed up with Robin. Steve had joined the other boys in the shallow end to start up a game of chicken – Dustin on Steve’s shoulders and Lucas on Eddie’s. Max sat on the pool’s edge with the water up to her shins, not able to get in further with the cast still on her right arm, and rolled her eyes as her friends tumbled over and into the water just to get back up again.
Robin went to go and sit by Max while you let yourself into the Harrington home, a container of drinks destined for the fridge just inside. By the time you had them chilling and pushed back out into the oppressive heat, Steve had pulled himself out of my pool to wait for you.
“Hi honey,” he said with a sticky sweet smile, ducking in to press a kiss to your cheek and dripping water on your cover-up.
“Hey handsome,” was your easy reply, Steve's smile lighting up further at the compliment. You called him handsome all the time and he still reacted like he'd never heard it before.
“Harrington, come on!”
His smile fell slightly as he rolled his eyes, shrugging at you before jogging back over to the pool.
You were just about to pull out your book and set up on one of the deck chairs when Nancy and Mike pushed through the fence gate.
More happy greetings, a hug from Nancy, and some chatting about the things she'd brought with her. Mike stripped off his shirt and shoes before walking over to the pool steps beside Max, submerging to his chest as he watched the others continue their game.
Robin came over and helped you and Nancy blow up the 3 inner tubes she had brought – Robin having to rescue you both with her superior musicians lungs. She quickly claimed the green dinosaur float, falling into it in the water as Dustin and Mike started to squabble over what kind of dinosaur it was supposed to be.
While you had originally grabbed the unicorn float, with it's pink hair and blue horn, you were quick to notice the longing glances from Nancy and offered a trade. She never would've ended up asking for it – she thought it was too childish to actually want the unicorn float – but you didn't miss the giddy grin on her face as she traded with you and settled into the pool a lot more gracefully than Robin.
So, with your strawberry frosted donut float and book in hand, you laid out on the sticky plastic and began to roast beneath the summer sun.
You and Nancy both had paperbacks cracked open while Robin seemed content to attempt a nap beneath her shades. Max busied herself by using a foot to gently push your floats around like a slow and lazy game of bumper cars. Mike finally succumbed to peer pressure and joined in with the boys playing with a volleyball toward the deep end and everything was good.
Everyone was smiling and laughing. Warm and lazy with the heat of a good, summer day.
Focused on a particularly intense chapter, you hardly noticed someone approaching your float until a wet chin draped itself over your arm.
Steve was looking at you with that lovesick smile again, his hair wet and pushed back as his tan skin glowed beneath the golden rays. “Enjoying your book?”
“I am, thank you very much.” But still, you placed it down on your stomach and turned your attention to your pretty boyfriend. “Are you having a good day?”
“Might have a couple bruises tomorrow, but not a big deal.” He hooks a wet arm over the side of your float, anchoring himself to you, and the skin along your thigh breaks out in goosebumps from the sudden brush of water.
“Steve, that's cold!”
He barely conceals a laugh, grin growing wider, before he tilts further toward you. “What, this?”
Was the only warning you got before he shook his head out like a dog, water flying from the ends of his hair and sprinkling all over you.
You nearly squealed, shoving him off and shouting about him getting your book wet, even though the smile on your face betrayed you.
After a few minutes of insisting it was funny as you fake pouted, and then Steve giving you some pathetic puppy dog eyes, you accepted his half hearted apology and settled again – one hand intertwined with Steve's as he held onto your float.
“Nance seems fine,” he said quietly, bringing your attention to the brunette. You had told him earlier you were worried about today, about bringing her back to the pool she spent two years barely able to look at, but she seemed perfectly at ease on her unicorn float. Just slowly turning page after page as she continued through the fantasy romance novel you’d lent her last week.
“Yeah,” you agreed, exhaling a relieved sigh, “I'm glad. She deserves it, y'know? We all do.”
Steve's hand squeezed yours, bringing your attention back to him on your other side. “You're the best, you know that, right?”
Not expecting the compliment, you got slightly flustered with the praise. “No, that's you,” you joked with a light flick to the tip of his nose.
He released your hand in mock offense, pushing your float slightly away as he put on a dramatic frown. He inhaled to reply, mouth parting, before he suddenly disappeared beneath the surface of the water.
The next few moments played out in slow motion.
In reality, Lucas and Eddie dove under the water to sneak up behind Steve – each of them grabbing an ankle and tugging him under as a practical joke.
To Steve, his heart stopped.
His chest constricted as his heart rate doubled, eyes squeezing shut as the panic gripped him tight and he waited to be pulled through the gate and thrown out on the other side.
Water filled his mouth from his half completed inhale as he was dragged under – his eyes widening and immediately beginning to burn from the chlorine.
But he wasn't in the pool anymore. It was dark; so, so dark and cold. He couldn't see anything through the murky water as he sunk lower and lower. The vice around his ankle held tight as he gave a kick, continuing to pull him back down to hell again.
To you, the world flipped on its side.
The last thing you saw before Steve went under was a flash of panic in his wide, brown eyes. Just like that night, on the boat. When he got dragged down and didn't come back up again.
“Steve?!” Your call is shrill, very quickly panicked as your adrenaline surged and your body tensed for a fight. It gets the attention of the rest of the group but you don't notice – eyes hyper focused on the spot he was before he disappeared.
In reality, you could glance down and see him in the clear water, just barely a foot below the surface. But you're not there in the Harrington’s pool. You're on a boat at Lover’s Lake and the man of your dreams just disappeared into the murky depths below.
“Steve?!” You scream again, rolling off your float and into the cool water, just like you had that night. I have to go after him, I have to get to him.
You vaguely register someone calling your name but you’re diving under, eyes burning instantly as you continue to look at Steve.
Eddie and Lucas have let him go now after sensing some sort of commotion from above, but Steve isn't moving. He isn't trying to swim up, though he is slowly ascending toward the surface. He's completely frozen there in the water, curled in on himself defensively.
You grab him and he grabs you in response, his nails digging into your bicep painfully as his eyes shoot open again. He doesn't even seem to realize its you before the two of you break the surface again.
Steve gasps for air – choking slightly on the water that was still in his mouth – and then starts to cough as he grabs tightly to you with both hands.
Your heart is pounding against your ribs like a hummingbird as your eyes rapidly scan him for the battered bruising across his throat, the blood coming from his mouth. “Steve? Can you hear me? Are you hurt?”
Robin is by your side an instant later, her head and shoulders still dry as she comes around the side to place a gentle hand on Steve’s shoulder while he coughs out chlorinated water.
Steve gives a stuttered nod as the coughing stops and he's able to take another deep breath in, his grip on you loosening to not be so painful as he closes his eyes. His inhales are coming through quickly, his eyebrows drawn together tight like he's in pain.
Your tunnel vision begins to scope out and you catch sight of Lucas and Eddie looking pained and apologetic in your periphery. They're both treading water in the deep end as you turn on them, anxiety and panic filtering out quickly into rage.
“What the fuck is your problem, huh?!” You snap, causing both of them to jump. Lucas's eyes are wide as saucers and Eddie looks like he's half tempted to book it just from the look on your face. “What the fuck kind of trick was that?! Maybe I should pull a gun on you, Lucas, just for fun. Or maybe, Eddie, I'll loop a rope around your neck for a few minutes and see how the fuck you like being reminded of almost dying!”
Both of them wince, drawing back from your outrage, which only makes you want to advance.
“H-honey,” Steve stutters beside you, half scolding and half terrified as he tries to put on a brave face. “It was just a joke.”
You turn your wild eyes back on him, body still reeling in fight or flight mode, as you realize his hands are trembling and the wetness to his eyes isn't from the pool at all. While you could easily continue to scream at them (which, when you're in a rational headspace again, you will feel guilty for), you focus in on Steve.
“Come on, let's go get you dried off, okay?” You offer much quieter, hovering close to him to try to keep you both grounded. He gives another shaky nod and lets you lead him over to the steps and out of the pool.
No one in the group says a word as you wrap him in a towel and then drape one over your own shoulders before sitting both of you down on one of the deck chairs. He continues to tremble slightly beside you as you tuck yourself tightly to his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you try to comfort him (and yourself).
We’re safe here. We’re okay. We’re going to be fine.
Everyone else watches silently as your paperback continues to collect water until it sinks down to the bottom of the deep end.
It was a good day. Until it wasn't.
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Crimson Hearts Part 2
Paring: Matt Sturniolo x Reader
Prompt: Meeting the Sturniolo’s gang wasn’t as bad as you thought. It almost made you forget why you were brought here in the first place. Almost.
Warning(s): Gore, Shooting, Profanity, Mafia type stuff, poorly written fight scene, not proofread
Note: I made some of the YouTubers from their most recent collaboration be a part of the gang. And yes, I have soft Matt. He along with some of the other members will show more of their bad, gangster side in future chapters. I also kind of rushed it, so I apologize. I will go back and fit it later.
Word count: 3,047 (I will make all my others chapters not as long as this for those who don’t want that many words in a chapter)
Part 1
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred, the memories of last night's encounter with the Sturniolo triplets creeping into your consciousness like a persistent fog. The images were vivid: the cold sweat on your father's brow, the imposing figures of Nick, Matt, and Chris, their presence commanding.
With a deep breath, you pushed the covers aside and rose from the bed, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the day might hold. The air was crisp, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the party. You dressed quickly, the weight of the impending meeting settling in your stomach like a stone.
Stepping outside, the world seemed oblivious to the turmoil that churned beneath its surface. The neighborhood was peaceful, the only sounds were the distant laughter of children and the soft rustling of leaves. But the tranquility did nothing to ease your nerves.
The sleek black limousine was impossible to miss, idling at the curb like a silent predator. The door opened, and you were greeted by the sight of the Sturniolo triplets, their expressions unreadable. Nick's nod was curt, an unspoken invitation to enter their world. Matt's eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, while Chris offered a reassuring grin, the edge of danger still lingering in his smile.
You took a seat, the leather cool against your skin. The interior of the limo was luxurious, a stark contrast to the ruthless reputation of its occupants. The triplets watched you, their gazes sharp and assessing. You swallowed hard, searching for words that wouldn't betray your anxiety.
"So," you began, your voice steadier than you felt, "I hear the city never sleeps because of you three."
Nick's lips twitched into a semblance of a smile, and Matt's posture relaxed ever so slightly. Chris chuckled, the sound rich and surprisingly warm.
"We do keep things... interesting," Nick replied, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. “The city has many stories. Some are bedtime tales for the innocent; others are wake-up calls for the brave.”
Matt’s gaze was unreadable, yet you could tell that he was reading your expression, almost like he was deciphering the thoughts racing through your mind. “Marriage is a strategic move,” he mused, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. “It’s not about love, it’s about power and alliances.”
Chris leaned forward, light catching the edge of his grin. “But don’t worry,” he chimed in, his tone light but laced with seriousness. “We’re not monsters. We’re humans too. We’re businessmen, and in our world, we value a good partnership.”
You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the reality of the situation settling in. This wasn’t just a marriage proposal; it was something much more. You thought of what you could say and the next words could potentially have consequences that would be yours to bear.
“I understand the stakes”, you replied, your voice trying to remain steady. “But I’m not just a pawn to be moved at will. Like you said, we’re all human here.”
The brothers exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. It was clear that this was a new development, a wrinkle in their plan they hadn’t anticipated. But it was also clear that they respected strength, and perhaps, in that moment, they saw a glimpse of their own resolve reflected in you.
The conversation flowed more easily after that, small talk bridging the gap between your two worlds. You spoke of inconsequential things—the weather, the city's nightlife, the latest technology. And for a moment, just a fleeting moment, you could almost forget who they were and the dangerous game you were all playing. Almost.
The limousine glided to a stop in front of an imposing mansion, its facade a testament to the power and wealth of the Sturniolo gang. As you stepped out, the grandeur of the residence struck you, a stark reminder of the world you were about to enter.
Inside, the atmosphere was charged, a mix of opulence and danger. The triplets led you through the halls, their steps echoing on the marble floors. You were introduced to the other members of the gang, each one a vital piece of the Sturniolo empire.
Nick gestured to a man with an intense gaze, "That's Colby Brock. He's our eyes and ears on the street. Nothing happens in this city without Colby knowing about it."
Matt nodded towards a figure leaning against the wall, "And there's Sam Golbach. He's the tech wizard. If it's digital and it's secure, Sam's the one who can crack it. He also works great with all kinds of weapons. If a weapon was created, he knows about it and will find out everything about it.
Chris's grin widened as he pointed out a man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Meet Jake Webber. He's the charmer, the face for our... less official dealings."
You followed their gazes as they introduced the rest. "That's Johnnie Guilbert," Nick said, "He handles our finances, making sure the money flows where it needs to."
“Tara Yummy," Matt added, "is our negotiator. She's got a way with words that can turn any deal in our favor."
"And last but not least," Chris chimed in, "is Larray. He's the life of the party, but don't let that fool you. He's as sharp as they come, especially when it comes to information gathering."
As you took in each face, a complex web of roles and responsibilities began to form in your mind. These were the people who ran the underworld, each with their own story, their own skills, and now, they were all looking at you.
The triplets watched you carefully, gauging your reaction. "Welcome to the family," they said in unison, their voices a blend of warmth and warning. It was clear that this was more than a mere introduction; it was an initiation into a world from which there was no easy escape.
After the introductions, you were led down a corridor lined with portraits of stern-looking individuals, their eyes following your every move. The triplets stopped in front of a heavy oak door, its surface carved with intricate designs that spoke of a long, storied history.
"This will be your room," Nick said, pushing the door open with a gentle nudge.
The room that greeted you was a study in contrasts. The walls were painted a deep, velvety maroon, accented with black trim that gave the space an air of sophistication and power. Heavy drapes in dark shades framed the windows, allowing slivers of light to pierce the room's natural dimness.
Despite the dark colors, the room was undeniably beautiful. A large, four-poster bed dominated the center, its ebony wood polished to a high shine and adorned with plush bedding in shades of crimson and gold. The furniture was of the same dark wood, each piece exquisitely crafted and perfectly placed to create a sense of balance and comfort.
On one wall, a fireplace crackled softly, the flames casting dancing shadows that played across the room. Above it, a painting of the city at night hung, its lights twinkling like stars in a dark sky, a constant reminder of the world that lay just beyond these walls.
The room was a sanctuary, a place of quiet strength and luxury. It was clear that every detail had been carefully considered, from the soft, thick carpet that cushioned your steps to the subtle scent of sandalwood that lingered in the air.
As you took it all in, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was a room that belonged to someone of importance, someone who wielded power with a quiet confidence. It was a room that spoke of the Sturniolo legacy, and now, it was yours.
The soft knock at the door pulled you from your reverie, the room's grandeur momentarily forgotten. You crossed the plush carpet and opened the door to find Matt standing there, his expression serious.
"May I come in?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The room seemed to shrink with his presence, the air charged with a new intensity.
"There are rules," he began, his voice low and steady. "Rules that are non-negotiable if you're to stay here."
You nodded, a silent signal for him to continue.
"First," he said, holding up a finger, "loyalty is paramount. You do not betray the family, not by action or word. Second, discretion is expected. What happens within these walls stays within these walls. And third," he paused, his gaze locking with yours, "you must contribute. Everyone here has a role, a purpose. You'll need to find yours."
The rules were clear, each one a pillar that upheld the Sturniolo empire. They were not just guidelines; they were the very foundation of the life you were stepping into.
"Understand this," Matt added, "we protect our own, but we also demand respect and obedience. Step out of line, and there will be consequences."
The weight of his words settled over you, a tangible reminder of the reality of your new existence. This was no longer the world of lost cats and late newspaper deliveries. This was a world where power and survival were intertwined, where every choice could mean the difference between life and death.
"Are you willing to accept these terms?" Matt asked, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation.
You took a deep breath, the gravity of the decision before you not lost. "Yes," you replied, your voice a whisper of resolve. "I understand."
Matt nodded once, a silent acknowledgment of your acceptance. "Welcome to the Sturniolo family," he said, and with those words, the next chapter of your life began.
Led by Matt, you returned to the main lounge, the heart of the mansion where the gang congregated. The room buzzed with conversation and the clinking of glasses, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the corridors. You hesitated at the threshold, the weight of countless eyes upon you.
The lounge was expansive, the ceilings high and the furnishings a blend of luxury and comfort. Plush sofas and armchairs were arranged in inviting clusters, encouraging close-knit discussions. The walls were adorned with art that hinted at the gang's reach and influence, each piece telling a story of power and conquest.
At first, you lingered on the periphery, a silent observer to the camaraderie and dynamics that played out before you. The members of the gang moved with an ease that spoke of long-established bonds, their laughter and gestures, a language you had yet to learn.
But as the minutes passed, you found yourself drawn into the fold. Colby shared a street-smart joke that eased the tension in your shoulders. Sam's tech and weapon talk was surprisingly accessible, his enthusiasm infectious. Jake's charm was disarming, and soon you were sharing stories of your own, laughter spilling from your lips more freely than you'd have expected.
Johnnie discussed business with a sharp acumen that piqued your interest, while Tara's negotiation tales were both harrowing and exhilarating. Larray's vivacity was a bright spark in the room, his humor a welcome relief from the gravity of the situation.
From the corner of your eye, you could see the triplets. They stood apart, a silent, watchful presence. Their expressions were unreadable, but there was no mistaking the intent focus with which they observed your integration into the group. It wasn't surveillance, but rather an assessment, a measure of your ability to adapt and belong.
Nick's gaze met yours across the room, a silent nod of approval. Matt's lips quirked up in what might have been a smile, and Chris raised his glass to you, a silent toast. In that moment, you felt a flicker of something like acceptance, a sense that perhaps you could find your place here after all.
The evening wore on, and the initial awkwardness faded into a sense of belonging. You were still an outsider, but now you were an outsider with a foot in the door, and the path ahead seemed a little less daunting.
The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a warm, golden hue over the faces of the assembled gang members. You entered quietly, still adjusting to the rhythms of this new life. The chatter ceased momentarily as all eyes turned to you, but a nod from Nick and a smile from Chris were all it took for the conversations to resume.
The breakfast table was a lively scene, plates piled high with food, and the air filled with the rich aromas of coffee and cooked meals. You took your place, feeling the last remnants of sleep fade away as the energy of the room enveloped you.
After the meal, as the others dispersed to their various tasks, Matt's hand on your arm stopped you. He led you to a quiet corner of the room, his expression earnest.
"There's something I need to discuss with you," he said, his voice low. "The wedding is going to happen soon. It's in a month."
The words hit you like a wave, unexpected and overwhelming. A wedding? The concept seemed out of place in the dangerous world you'd been thrust into, yet here it was, being presented as a matter of fact.
Your heart raced, a mix of shock and an emotion you hesitated to name.
"I... I understand," you managed to say, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I won't disagree."
You looked into Matt's eyes, searching for answers, for reassurance. And there, in the depths of his gaze, you saw something. It was a look that conveyed a hint of respect for the role you were about to take on.
Days had passed since your conversation with Matt and you were starting to like your new living situation. You grew close with each member in your own way, and you were starting to see what was beneath all their hardened exteriors. Tara, with her sharp wit and silver tongue, had especially grown a liking to you. She had taken you under her wing as an older sister type figure.
One afternoon, Tara decided it was time for a break and claimed that “you look like you could use some fresh air. A little shopping might do us good.” You agreed, welcoming the chance to step away from your new environment.
The streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of daily life. As you and Tara made your way through the crowds, you two laughed as she was telling you about some of the gang member’s weaknesses.
“Seriously?! Matt is afraid of ketchup?! Like he has never really tried it?” A smile formed on your face as you giggled at the news. Tara nodded while recounting the memory.
“Yeah, he seems terrified of it, and in fact–” She suddenly stopped. A serious expression taking over her features.
“What is it?” You were greatly confused but soon you saw why she had so abruptly stopped. A group of figures emerged from the shadows, their intentions clear from the malice in their eyes. Now that you realize it, you two were the only ones in the area and you started to get surrounded by the men.
Without hesitation, Tara pulled out a black and pink gun from her belt and fired it straight up in the air. A pink smoke materialized.
“Oh you think your tough shit huh? Calling the rest of the gang to come help you?” One of the men called.
“No, I just want the rest of my gang to see me beat your ass.” Tara replied with an attitude. The men did not seem to appreciate that as they all soon started charging in your direction. Tara unfazed called out to you.
“Y/n! Get down, now!” Without a moment's hesitation, you crouched down just as Tara pulled out another gun, this time black with gold designs. She fired, aiming it towards the man closest to you. The sound made you jump as you shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to see the bloody scene in front of you. Tara kept firing and all you could hear was the sound of the bullets. At one point she seemed to curse, making your eyes open. You immediately felt nauseous for all you could see was blood, dead bodies, and men still trying to put up a fight.
It seemed as though Tara ran out of bullets, but that didn’t stop her in the slightest. She put her fists up and started striking at the men around you. She was a whirlwind, her strikes precise and lethal. You would have tried to help but you didn’t know the first thing about defense or attacking someone. You assumed that if you tried to interfere, you would just get in her way.
And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. The surviving attackers retreated once they started hearing the sounds of running footsteps headed in your direction. As you thought, it was the rest of the gang. You saw Matt, Chris, and Nick leading the way.
Jake and Johnnie went to go check up on Tara while Matt, Chris and Nick made their way over to you. Colby, Sam, and Larray stayed on guard and watched for any other potential threats.
“Are you okay?” Matt questioned, worry hinted in his eyes. Chris and Nick stayed silent as they seemed to watch the interaction in front of them.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little shaken.” Nick then suddenly signaled to Matt.
“I don’t mean to rush this, but we should probably go. We caused too much attention” Chris intervenes. With that, you all head out to the limousine and make your way back to the mansion.
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I had a job interview at the zoo the other day. Now, don't get me wrong. I have enough animals at home, from packrats stuck in my wiring harnesses to my former neighbour's gang of feral chinchillas. In this case, doing my duty to society would involve some light landscaping, which means I would get to drive the little Kubota yard cars they had.
Ever since I was a kid, I was transfixed on visits to the zoo by these yard cars. You could tell me that we're taking a baby giraffe home, and I would not care. Hearing the utilitarian, hay-choked burble of a repurposed Club Car was enough to make me happy for the rest of the day. That and ice cream, of course. When I needed some extra spending money, this memory brought me back to the zoo. Also, their new "get paid cash under the table if you're not a snitch" employment policy, enacted since the last director got caught trying to flog excess gorillas on eBay.
I would like to say that the interview went well, but that's not really my task to judge. We talked for awhile about my basic proficiency with shovels (good,) rakes (adequate,) spades (poor,) and trowels (borderline) and about my availability (slutty, but not for free.) Then it was time for them to evaluate how I handled myself around an internal-combustion engine. Safety is paramount at the zoo: with all those kids around, accidentally backing over one of them while trying to rip a fat skid on the Gator 6x6 would look bad in the papers. Luckily for them, safety is my middle name.
You can imagine that it was a big surprise to me that I not only did not get the job, but that a nice process server arrived to give me a restraining order. In my defence, I figured that it would be a bit "out there" to jump a hedge, and thought twice about it. Ultimately, though, I had to show I was management material by demonstrating how quickly I can get the job done. Cost optimization is the only way that they would ever give me the keys to the really nice, bossman-only, ultra-luxe long-wheelbase EZGO for driving VIPs around. I hear it's got a turbo, all the better for outrunning those pesky investigative journalists and their pro-gorilla bias.
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Line Without A Hook
Pairing : Takashi Mitsuya x Reader
Tags : love confessions, pinning, fluff
Summary : Takashi Mitsuya has his first major crush on you and tries to confess to you.
A/N : hope you enjoy this XD
Takashi Mitsuya has a crush on you and dammit is he mad about it. He can't do anything without remembering their face, their laugh, and their oh so gorgeous soul. He starts to turn red just at the memory of them. He is quite sure that all of this is probably their fault.
It's 100% their fault.
Why did they have to be beautiful? Why did they have to have a melodious laugh? A smile that could light the whole world, they were so kind, compassionate and empathetic to all. You were so perfect.
How could you fall in love with a boy like him? He couldn't give you what you deserved. All he could offer you was his heart, mind and soul, but was it enough? You deserved the world, the moon and the stars themselves
He still remembers the day he first saw you. Mikey introduced you to the gang and added you to Mitsuya's division. You were such a social butterfly, getting to know everyone and everyone liking you back, he thought how could a kind faced person be in a gang but when he saw you fight you were ruthless, your fists and kicks were strong and he meant like really strong.
After the fight ended you went to Mitsuya to check on him. Later you even nursed him at his home and met his sisters who loved you. He remembers how you so carefully nursed him.
"Your knuckles are badly bruised Mitsuya-kun." You softly spoke.
"Ouch!" Mitsuya exclaimed, taking his hand backward.
"C'mon give me your hand, are they really hurting that much?"
"Yes."
"Aww poor baby.” You coo.
“Why don’t you kiss the pain away?” He said jokingly, grinning
You took his hand.and brought it to your lips and softly kissed each of his knuckles. You looked at him with a grin on your face while his cheeks were tinted pink.
“There. Better?”
Mitsuya looked away from you, “Yes.”
You laughed at his behaviour, poor boy was blushing just by a kiss.
That moment for some reason really got into his brain and he kept thinking about it from time to time.
He has no idea if you like him or not but confessing to you is worth a try, But here’s the thing, he tried to confess to you, multiple times, but each time he did try to tell you about his feelings his plans got spoiled by one way or another.
Like this one time both of you were going on a bike ride with no destination in mind. His body felt hot with your hands around his waist. You both reached a scenic overlook, it was soon going to be dark and the sky was painted a beautiful orange with darkness sweeping close and you could see stars starting to appear, everything was quiet and peaceful.
“This is the perfect time.” He thought.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”
“Yes?” You looked at him with eyes that twinkled like the stars.
“Umm… This has been on my mind for quite some time and I wanted to-”
“Well, if it isn’t the 2nd division captain, Takashi Mitsuya from the Tokyo Manji Gang.” Some guy said. Behind him were six more people.
“Oh fuck.” Mitsuya thought.
And that’s how Mitsuya got interrupted while confessing his feelings for you and got roped into a fight with a gang which he has ever heard the name of before.
Another time was when you and Mitsuya were in his house and you were playing with Mana and Luna when Mana went to her room to show you something and Luna went along with her sister. Mitsuya saw this as another opportunity to tell you about his feelings.
“So Y/N-” He was interrupted by a scream coming from his sisters’ room. They both got up to see what was going on. When they reached the room they saw that the blankets had fallen over Luna. Mitsuya took a breath of relief that nothing bad had happened to them but damn did he miss his opportunity.
One time he took you out for coffee and you agreed but when he was about to confess Mikey came into the shop with Draken and after so rudely interrupting Mikey had the audacity to ask him “Why the long face Mitsuya?”
Being disheartened he exited the cafe, maybe he’s not the one he thought. After walking some distance he heard his name being called. He looked back to see you running up to him.
“Can we go somewhere a bit secluded?” You asked him and he agreed.
You both walked till you both reached a park near your house. Both of you sat on the swings. You took a deep breath and spoke.
“Mitsuya, I don’t really know how to say this but I like you, like really really like you. You are smart, funny and a wonderful person. You also are so beautiful. I like you so much, you mean a lot to me. So is it possible if we could possibly start dating?” You asked, your voice unsure as your leg fidgeted.
He looked at you with eyes wide open. He has been trying to confess for nearly two months and you did it in one go.
“Are you joking?!’ Mitsuya exclaimed.
You looked down with a visible frown on your face. “I knew you didn’t like me. Well, it was worth a try.” You got up and started walking towards your house.
Mitsuya runs towards to catch up to you because he can’t believe that the person of his dreams just confessed to him. He grabbed you by the wrist and made you turn towards him.
“I like you too Y/N L/N.”
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I know you get deja vu...
Opening your eyes felt strange, as if you had been sleeping for days and were finally waking up. You took in a soft breath, seeing an unfamiliar environment. Your senses slowly came to, and you heard the beeping of a machine. You lazily looked over, seeing what appeared to be a masked doctor checking an IV drip, intending to add something to it. Your eyes slowly followed the line until you found the needle, feeling it sticking out of your arm.
“… what…”
“Hm, you’re awake?”
“Am… am I… in a hospital?” You looked around. “What happened?”
“Uh… what’s the last thing you remember?”
“My head… it’s fuzzy… wait, what day is it?”
“It’s Sunday.”
“Okay, I didn’t miss classes…”
“It’s summer though.”
“Huh? No, it’s… what’s the date?”
You needed to hear the date twice, not wanting to believe what you were hearing. Because if it was true, then there was a six month gap in your memory.
“Do you really not remember the last six months?”
“What happened…”
You looked up at the person with you, on the verge of breaking down in panic. You were so scared and confused when suddenly a familiar face came into the room.
“Y/n!”
“Chan!”
The tears spilled out when Chan came over to hug you tight. Even if you didn’t understand what was going on, having him here brought you relief. You weren’t alone anymore. He let you cry until you exhausted yourself, completely ignoring the other person in the room as they left, not even asking for them to get the doctor. At the moment he was just glad you were alive and awake.
“Chan… Chan, what’s going on?” You sniffled. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No… but the other person… what’s the date…”
“Y/n, what-”
“I’m missing six months… my memory… what’s happening?”
“Easy, just take it easy, everything’s going to be alright.”
You had so many questions, but Chan insisted on getting a doctor first to look you over and make sure everything was alright. That’s when you learned how you wound up in the hospital. You had been in a car accident, a bad one as it had flipped over and rolled. You were found unconscious, upside down and buckled into the driver’s seat of the car. Now you were starting to feel all your wounds. The bruises and cuts that decorated your skin, not to mention the whiplash and head injuries. You were lucky nothing had broken, except your mind apparently. The head trauma is most likely what cause the amnesia. Theoretically you should regain your memories, but there was no way to know for sure.
“What happened, Chan?”
“I don’t know. You were driving alone late at night on an empty street. There’s no CCTV to look at, so no one knows what happened to you that night. Only you do, but you’ve forgotten.”
“So I have to remember…”
“You don’t. You’re alive, that’s all that matters. It’s probably best if you don’t remember that horrible night anyway.”
“Chan.”
“Hm?”
“Six months ago I was in school. If I don’t remember I’d basically have to retake a whole semester.”
“Are you seriously worried about that right now?”
“Kinda… all that tuition money… just down the drain… not to mention my education…”
Chan scoffed. “I cannot believe that’s your biggest concern right now. How about you focus on your recovery first.”
“But-”
“Look, I’ll take care of everything, including you.”
“Me?”
“You think I’m just gonna drop you off at your apartment when you get discharged? You’ll stay with me until I deem you fit to be on your own again.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Did you already forget how you wound up in the hospital? You were driving alone in the middle of the night!”
“I…”
“I’m sorry.” Chan quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean to scold you or anything like that… I just don’t want you on your own anymore, at least until I’m sure you’ll be alright.”
“I get that… thank you… and I’m sorry too…”
“For what?”
“I can’t imagine the kind of worry I put you through.”
“Yeah, you have no idea, but I’m just glad you’re safe now.”
You had been unconscious for about three days, having been rushed into emergency surgery upon your arrival. Chan had been staying with you all this time, only stepping out to get food or take a call to keep the others updated. Now that you were up and doing well you could properly start your recovery process. You stayed in the hospital for a little over a week, and then got discharged into Chan’s care. He took you to his place. His loft that you were thankfully still familiar with. There were a few new things though, but you couldn’t explore much until you were better on your feet. So until then Chan attended to your every need, even when you protested. Although he tended to disappear at night, for work.
You wanted to ask about that. A lot changed in six months, but you were certain he didn’t want to talk about it, so you waited. Once you were good on your feet, you kept it to yourself. So one night when Chan put you to bed and went out, you got up and went into one of the other rooms. It wasn’t his bedroom, but his office. Six months ago it had been mostly empty. A few papers hung on the wall, some basic points written on the whiteboard, and some question marks over some silhouettes. Now nearly every inch of the wall was covered with reports, or newspaper clippings, or hand written notes. Although there was a new question on the whiteboard.
“Who are the Black Pirates?”
Eight pieces of red string led from the question to eight headshot silhouettes. Christopher Bang was your childhood friend who had grown up to become a cop, and Chan was the name he had taken upon going undercover. You probably shouldn’t be here, a part of his fake life, but you didn’t want him to be alone. Besides it wouldn’t hurt to have some piece of his real life around, something to keep him grounded and remind him who he really was deep down. Six months ago he was just getting started, having recently gathered up a team and making his way into the illegal street racing scene. From all the information on the wall, the operation was still going, but you weren’t sure if there had been progress. So while you had the chance you looked around, seeing what he had been up to all this time.
❤
“Y/n, what are you doing in here?”
“Uhm?”
You woke to the sound of Chan’s voice, slowly lifting your head off the desk. It seemed you had fallen asleep at some point during all the reading.
“What time is it?”
“Like five in the morning.”
“And you’re barely getting home?”
“What are you doing in here?”
“Just some light reading…”
“Why.”
Chan went over to you, grabbing the papers you had been sleeping on. You merely yawned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“I was just curious. Last I remember you had just begun this whole operation.”
“If you had questions you could have just asked.”
“And would you have answered me properly?”
“…”
“I thought so.”
Chan sighed. “You know this is meant to be top secret information, right?”
“That you just leave splayed out like this where anyone could see.”
“Not just anyone knows where I live. Nor could they get in so easily.”
“Touché.” You looked over at the whiteboard. “You’ve made some progress though. I guess the Black Pirates are an eight member gang.”
“In theory.”
“Theory?”
“There could be members that don’t go out on the field, or members that only participate in gang activities. All we know is that when it comes to committing crimes, the Black Pirates are seen as an eight member gang. At least that’s been consistent the last few months.”
“And you have no idea who it could be?”
“I might have a group of suspects.”
“Oh, who?”
“It’s just a gut feeling, nothing more.”
“So, no real progress then?”
“If it was that easy to catch them I wouldn’t need to go undercover.”
“Right… how are the others?”
“Good, and happy to know you’re alright too.”
“Tell them I said hi, and to come visit me.”
“I’ll relay the message. Now you should go back to bed.”
“Fine.”
You got up and stumbled a bit, your legs still asleep, but Chan insisted on walking you back to your room. You slept in until Chan woke you to eat breakfast, and then you went back to sleep for a bit more. Now that you weren’t bedridden you could start catching up on things. First off you needed a new phone, as yours got destroyed in the crash. Chan had already prepared one for you and added your old contacts. Everyone you messaged was glad to hear from you, having been getting updates from Chan beforehand. You made sure to thank him for all he had done.
Since you were talking with friends again, you brought up last semester and started looking into your academic record. Chan still didn’t want you on your own, so he brought over some of your school things. You had passed your previous classes, and by looking over at your notes it seemed you understood the material well. Everything felt kinda hazy, but you figured you could continue with your planned classes for next semester without worry. Besides, Chan promised to cover your tuition for the next year, along with any other expenses so you didn’t feel like you were wasting money.
He still didn’t like the idea of you regaining your memories, but he was going to support you and your choices.So you slowly began to live your life again. It was a bit difficult adjusting to the sudden time change, but you managed well. Once you were in a better condition you decided to meet up with friends, do a bit of catching up, but it was all mostly from them. You kinda felt bad, hearing all these stories and not being able to remember them. It kinda created this distance between you and your friends. You had fallen behind, and you weren’t entirely sure you could catch up. You didn’t say any of this out loud, but it weighed heavy on your mind. You wanted to remember, but you also understood why Chan didn’t.
You had gotten into a horrible accident. All you knew about it was what you had been told, and the injuries you were recovering from. Chan didn’t let you look at any of the crime scene photos, and he had already asked your friends not to bring up the subject or engage. Truth was you probably should have died that night, but you didn’t. So if you remembered what happened, you’d have answers, but you’d also relive that fear and pain. Maybe it was best to just move on and figure out your life without those six months, but something was also nagging at you from that forsaken void.
One night you had made your way into Chan’s office again, not seeing anything new. You felt bad. All these months and he hadn’t made any real progress. Now you knew undercover work could take years, but you still wanted to help in any way you could. Chan had been working for months, but for you it felt like just yesterday he had started, and just yesterday he was a different person. You hadn’t mentioned it to him, but you knew he had changed. You couldn’t be sure if your accident was the reason, but Chan wasn’t the same person you remembered. He was a lot more cold and serious, even to you. It seemed like he was trying not to be, but it was a part of him now.
While you stared at all his work you found something new on the desk. A sticky note with an address scribbled on it. You typed it into the internet, and going by the location, it seemed to be where the illegal street racing was going down. It was probably a bad idea, but you were curious to see what Chan’s work environment looked like. So you got dressed, finding something you felt was appropriate for the occasion. You caught a taxi, having it drop you off near the area, and then going your own way. For a moment you thought you were wrong and had just come out to a rather deserted area where you were surely in danger, but then you heard it. The sounds of rubber on the pavement, the smell of alcohol in the air, and the wild cheering of the crowds of people gathered for the show.
This area was out of sight, and a good distance from the main roads, yet it had its own racetrack, perfect for illegal street racing. Firstly you were relieved to see your clothes matched the event, so you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Although there were other ways to get noticed. You made your way into the crowd, looking around at the people, trying to find Chan. Not to get caught, but to know where he was and avoid him. Not to mention the rest of his crew. They’d surely tell on you if they saw you in a place like this. So you kept your eyes open and your ears sharp, picking up on as much information as you could. A race had just ended, and another was soon to begin. You were curious to see, so you tried making your way to the front, but that seemed impossible because of the crowds.
“What are you doing here?”
You froze, thinking you had been caught, but the voice wasn’t all that familiar. So you slowly turned around, instantly relieved to see it wasn’t Chan or his crew, but someone else. They stared at you curiously, but also intrigued, and it was starting to make you a bit uneasy. Although there was something else about him too.
“Uh, what are you talking about?”
“You don’t look like you belong here.”
“Oh… is it that obvious?”
The man chuckled. “You can say that.”
“Huh… well I was honestly just looking for a friend of mine…”
“I’m sure you were. Who are they? Maybe I know them.”
“I don’t know… does the name Chan ring a bell?”
“The leader of Stray Kids, of course. His crew is racing next, going up against The Boyz.”
“You know him?”
“He’s a good racer, but you’re not gonna find him out here. Come on, I’ll take you to him and give you a better show.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t be shy. I know you’re not the type.”
Without waiting for a response the man took your hand and pulled you along. His grip was firm, so you couldn’t really pull yourself free. Besides he didn’t seem all that bad, so you figured you should at least see where this would go. He led you away from the crowds and over to a chained off area, like a VIP section. There seemed to be bouncers around, but they let him and you pass through without issue. Next thing you knew you were surrounded by cars, seeing all kinds, and watching the people around show them off.
“Ya, Wooyoung, what do you have there?”
“Look who I found!”
Wooyoung, as you had discovered his name, brought you before what you assumed to be his friends. There were seven other guys, and four cars present. Now you understood where you were. This was where all the racing crews gathered and hung out in between races.
“Yeah, I bet you found them.” One of the others approached, watching you closely. “Nice to see you. What are you doing here?”
“She’s looking for her friend, Chan.”
“Ah, Chan of Stray Kids, and does he know you’re here?”
“No…”
“That’s rude, isn’t it? You’re friends and he won’t even invite you to his races.”
“He just worries about me.”
“I bet. Yet you came all on your own.”
“Yeah…”
“Interesting… oh, where are our manners, we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. My name is Hong-”
“Y/n!”
That voice you did recognize, and hearing your name called out so harshly made you wince. You slowly looked back to see Chan storming his way over to you, the anger on his face clear as day. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from the other. Before you could say anything to defend yourself he cut you off.
“You think this is funny?”
You didn’t really know what he meant by that, until you realized he wasn’t talking to you. He was staring down at the guy you had just been speaking to, making you wonder why he’d be mad at them. The other just laughed, and the rest of his crew was chuckling too.
“Honestly, I find this hilarious, and oh so very intriguing.”
“Stay away.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s your one and only warning.”
Chan walked off and tugged you along. You didn’t even say goodbye to the others, but it was probably best you didn’t speak. So you didn’t ask where Chan was taking you, or how he found you, or what that whole scene back there had been about. You wound up over with his crew. They all seemed confused by your presence but greeted you nonetheless, not asking questions. Especially not as Chan told Minho to race in his place, and you were shoved into the passenger side of his car. Chan put your seat belt on for you and slammed the door shut. Now you were sure he was mad at you. Still, you didn’t say anything until you were on the road, an empty road, and you were certain this wasn’t going home.
“Uh… Chan, where are we going?”
He didn’t answer you, instead hitting the gas. You watched as the speed increased, making you grab your seat belt. Your heart was already pounding, filling your ears, and your head began to hurt.
“Chan…”
“…”
“Chan, slow down, you’re scaring me…”
“…”
“Chan!”
“…”
“CHAN!”
He slammed on the breaks and the car swerved to the side. Once it came to a stop you took off your seat belt and got out of the car, falling to your knees as you caught your breath. A moment later Chan got out of the car, glancing your way and leaning against the hood. He sighed and looked up at the night sky.
“That was dangerous, wasn’t it?”
“What is wrong with you!?” You screamed. “Why the hell did you do that!?”
“Cause… this is where it happened…”
“What?”
“Where you got run off the road.”
“Run off…”
You looked around, seeing the empty street. You had been told you were driving alone at night on an empty road with no CCTV, and that something happened that caused you to flip over. No other details were shared, until now it seems.
“What do you mean? How would you…”
“There were three different tire marks on the road, and your car had a few impact points. Suggesting, or confirming, you weren’t out here alone.”
“So it wasn’t an accident… but more of a hit and run… why didn’t you tell me? Why are you telling me now?”
“Because I’m not doing this again.”
“What-”
“Chan, please answer your goddamn phone!”
You were still somewhat processing when you heard your own voice. You looked over to see Chan holding up his phone, playing back some recording of you, probably a voicemail. He couldn’t even look at you, eyes shut and head bowed as the message played.
“When you get this, please call me back immediately. You were right, okay? Shit was dangerous and… I fucked up, but it was an accident! I didn’t… shit, they caught up to me…”
You could vaguely make out the sound of a car engine in the recording, two, hearing them get louder as they got closer. You sounded panicked, and started screaming when your car got hit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Chan, I’m sorry… I know you told me to stay out of it… it’s my fault alright… please just call me back so I can tell you everything… I don’t know long I can do this… the Black Pirates-”
Everything cut out as you heard the sound of a crash, and then the recording came to an end. Chan took in a breath as he put his phone away, and you could see the pain on his face.
“That… that was…”
“You were desperately trying to call me that night and I couldn’t answer the fucken phone in time…”
“So, the Black Pirates… they’re the ones that attacked me… but I don’t-”
“Six months ago you followed me to a race, and you made friends with the other crews. I told you to go home and stay out of my work but you insisted on helping me. I foolishly let you, but I didn’t know how deeply you had gotten involved… I don’t know what you were doing that night, or who you were with, or where… but I’m guessing you figured out who the Black Pirates were, and they figured out who you were too…”
“So I know who they are… or at least I did…”
“You almost died that night y/n, and I’m not putting you in danger again. So please, stay out of this.”
“I know who the Black Pirates are… so if I remember-”
“No!”
“But I can help, I-”
“What did I just say? I don’t want your help, I never should have let you in the first place. I’ll find those bastards and make them pay. There’s no reason for you to put yourself through that night again just for the sake of remembering them. That is if you actually know who they are. For all we know, you were getting close or they caught you in a lie and they chased you down for that alone.”
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m the one who should be apologizing… I shouldn’t have put you in danger… I’m sorry…”
“I made you worry a lot…”
Chan scoffed. “Yeah… yeah you did…”
“Sorry…”
“Just promise me you won’t follow me again, that you won’t get mixed up in that shit again.”
“I won’t… I promise… I’ll just stick to school, alright?”
“That’s good.”
You took in your surroundings a bit more before Chan said he’d drop you off back at his place. You apologized for interrupting his night, but he admitted he felt relieved in telling you the truth. That way you knew to stay out of his work, and he could rest assured knowing you were safe. When he dropped you off you playfully wished him good luck, and told him to get back safe. Once back in the loft you went into his office, looking at these things one more time and your eyes landed on the whiteboard, staring at the question.
“Who are the Black Pirates?”
You knew the answer, in theory, somewhere deep down, but it wasn’t worth looking for. Things were better off this way, and now you felt more certain focusing on your life, on your future, than looking into the past. You walked out of the office and shut the door behind you. It was scary to think you had gotten involved in such dangerous things, that you almost died, so you certainly had a new appreciation for life. If only that danger didn’t come back to find you.
❤
Before the new semester began you gave yourself a bit of a refresher course on your previous semester classes, especially those that had been vital to the advancement of your academic career. Your friends even helped as well to make sure you were prepared. Although they all assured you, including Chan, that if you couldn’t handle the classes, there was no shame in dropping out and retaking the others. You stayed positive, but thanked them for their support. You were nervous on your first day, but that was just syllabus day and getting to know what to expect of the class. It all seemed manageable, and you had previous notes to look over if necessary.
Since much wasn’t going on yet your friends suggested going out for drinks to celebrate the beginning of the semester, and make wishes for the future. You were more than happy to attend. It’d be another thing to get your life back on track. So you showered and got dressed for a night of drinking and fun. You started off at a bar before going to continue the party at a karaoke place. You all sang your heart out, and once you were a good amount of alcohol in you all began to wind down. You all held your glasses up and made a wish for the future, whether it was for the semester or for life, but you all cheered each other on and wished for the best.
Definitely time to go home though, and you all sent each other off. You had called for a driver beforehand, so you messaged them to meet up with you to take you home. You waited outside the karaoke bar, dancing and singing to yourself, not as drunk as your friends but rather tipsy. You checked your phone when you were suddenly tapped on the shoulder. A nice boy smiled and bowed at you, asking if you were the lady who had called for a driver. You said yes and made sure to check everything to assure he was in fact your driver. He could see you were unsteady on your feet and made sure to hold you close.
“You know… you look kinda familiar… do I know you?”
The man chuckled. “I guess not.”
“What’s your name?”
“Yunho.”
“Hm…Yunho… pretty…”
He opened the door for you and made sure you were alright in the back. He was a good driver too, making sure not to make you sick. Even if you were intoxicated you had enough awareness to notice he was going the wrong way. You had probably given him your apartment address without realizing.
“Excuse me, but you’re actually going the wrong way.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah, my bad, I must have given you the wrong address earlier.”
“No problem, so where am I taking you?”
Yunho was very understanding and apologized for the confusion. When you got to the loft he helped you out of the car and took you up to your place, opening the door for you too. Chan wasn’t home, out working again, so you weren’t worried about him catching you like this, probably wouldn’t approve of it either. You thanked Yunho for everything he had done, especially all the extra bits to make sure you got home safe.
“Really, thank you.”
“Just part of the job.”
“But you did more than necessary.”
“It’s no big deal. Sleep well.”
“Thanks, and get home safe.”
“Will do. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
❤
Your classes had their difficult moments, but that was always to be expected. You were doing well overall, so you could continue with your life as normal, focusing on your studies. Sometimes you would glance at Chan’s office, wondering if there was any progress, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t ask. To give him peace of mind and keep yourself safe. Now that you were back in school and doing well, you talked with Chan about returning to your apartment. He was reluctant, but understood that you were your own person, and had your own life outside of him. It was kinda weird returning to your apartment. Things had changed, but those changes were decisions you made, even if you didn’t remember.
It kinda wasn’t your own place, but it was. So when you had some time you’d move things around again, trying to be comfortable. Your life was soon back on track, and it felt like nothing had ever happened. Everything seemed fine. Chan still kept in touch with you, and assured you everything was alright on his end. You were doing well in class, no longer feeling like you were behind with your friends. Things were moving forward, and yet that’s when the past began to haunt you. It all started with a simple headache in class. You thought it was normal but it only got worse. So your friends took you to the hospital.
“Have you been trying to remember your accident?” The doctor asked. “Or recover any memories from the past.”
“No… my life is doing well without those six months… so there’s no point. Why?”
“Usually headaches suddenly coming on in such a manner are related to regaining memories. Have you remembered anything?”
“No… not really…”
“Do you want to?”
“I’m not trying.”
“I see. It’s been a few months since your accident, so it’s possible the memories are coming back on their own.”
“Oh… there’s no way to prevent that… is there?”
“Memories, and the way the mind functions, still have their mysteries. All I can do is prescribe you some medication to help ease the headaches. Take them as needed.”
“Thanks.”
You called Chan after your visit and told him what the doctor had told you. He seemed concerned, also wondering if there was any way to prevent that. It’s not like you really had control over this, but you promised Chan you would keep him updated if you remembered anything, especially things related to his case. You were scared, but you didn’t tell him. You had no idea the type of things buried inside your head, or what they would change about you if and when they came to light. You tried not to worry about it, but whenever your head hurt, even just a bit, you were terrified. The medicine did help with the pain, but that wasn’t going to stop the inevitable.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh?”
You’d always get distracted after a headache, worried you’d remember something horrendous. On this occasion you weren’t paying attention to where you were going, running into someone on campus. They could immediately tell you were kind of out of it, and showed concern.
“No, no, I’m fine.”
“You sure, you don’t look okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“You should sit down for a bit, collect your thoughts.”
“Yeah… yeah that’s a good idea.”
The boy led you over to a bench, sitting down with you. He suggested some breathing exercises to help you calm down and steady yourself.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. You sure you’re alright.”
“Yeah, just these headaches…”
“Are you taking anything for them?”
“Yeah, but it’s only for the pain.”
“What?”
“The headaches aren’t normal…”
“Are you sick?”
“No… I just got into an accident and I can’t remember some things… according to the doctor, these headaches probably mean my memories are returning…”
“And you don’t want that?”
“I’m scared…”
“Why?”
“Things happened… things I don’t really want to remember…”
“But I don’t think you can avoid it.”
“You’re probably right… sorry, I didn’t mean to dump my problems on you.”
“It’s okay. You’re looking better already.”
“Are you a freshman? I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus before… maybe a sophomore, you do seem a bit familiar.”
“Do I? I guess I just have one of those faces.”
“Maybe… what’s your name?”
“Yeosang.”
“Thank you, Yeosang.”
“No problem. Take care of yourself.”
Yeosang excused himself first, wishing you well for the rest of the day. You certainly felt better after talking to him, but his words lingered. Remembering those months was probably unavoidable. You called Chan afterwards, admitting to the headaches getting worse and that you were bound to remember everything. He was worried about you, but he understood you probably couldn’t avoid it. So he suggested you come back to his place, to make sure you were somewhere safe when it happened. You agreed, saying you’d come by tomorrow after class. He looked forward to seeing you then, and told you to take care of yourself.
You made it back to your apartment, happy to finally be home and unwind. You collapsed on the couch, reaching over for the TV remote only to not find it. You usually left it on the coffee table, but it wasn’t there. You checked on the couch, but nothing either. Then the TV turned on by itself. You slowly looked up at it, confused and frightened. When the channel changed you screamed, looking around your place frantically. You were alone, or at least you thought. A laugh suddenly filled your ears and you grew still. It sent a chill down your spine, especially cause you felt something vaguely familiar about it.
“Finally home.”
You slowly turned around, finding a stranger leaning against the wall, twiddling a remote in his hand. Then you heard the floor creaking, seeing seven others appear, and you recognized some. Wooyoung from the race course, Yunho who drove you home that night, and the presumed student Yeosang. As all the lights were turned on you got a good look at everyone, beginning to recognize them all from the night you went to the street race gathering. You stood up in a panic, although there wasn’t much you could do as they had you surrounded. You reached for your phone only to have one of the boys grab your arm and take the phone from you. He tossed it over to Yeosang, who turned it off.
“Who… who are you, how did you get in here!”
“You really don’t remember anything, do you?”
“What?”
“But you’re about to, which means we don’t have to leave you alone anymore.”
“What… what are you talking about!?”
“It’ll make sense eventually. Let’s go.”
Yunho came over and grabbed your other arm. You struggled against the two, but their grip was firm. While they held you another approached you, offering you a cocky grin before grabbing your head and exposing your neck. You felt a pinch, and then saw an empty needle moving away from your body, becoming fearful of the effects. Your heart was racing, but then you began to feel this exhaustion consuming you.
“No… no, please… please…”
You tried fighting to free yourself, but it only made things worse. The edge of your vision started to go dark, and you were being dragged towards the door. You kept mumbling to be let go, but it did you no good, and the darkness eventually won.
❤
“Hmm…”
As you began to regain consciousness you felt the restraints on your body. Your legs were tied together, as were your hands, and you were gagged and blind folded. You felt a cold surface beneath you, trying to move around and sit up. Although you froze when you heard a voice.
“Are you awake?”
You didn’t answer, you didn’t move, but it was too late to pretend. You felt hands grab you and pull you up to your feet. You were shoved into a chair and then the blindfold was removed. It took a second for your eyes to adjust. You seemed to be in some type of garage, multiple cars around, and the eight from before surrounded you. Yeosang came up to remove the gag, and you didn’t scream, too frozen in fear.
“Goodness, you’re still so beautiful.”
“What… what do you want… from me…”
“Isn’t the answer obvious?” One commented. “You.”
“Ma… me?”
“We could explain all of this, but with your memory returning there’s no point.”
“I don’t want my memory back…”
“But we do.”
“Just… just let me go… please…”
“Not gonna happen.” Yunho stated. “But you’ll be just fine with us.”
“No… no, please… let me go… I won’t say anything…”
“You don’t have to be afraid of us.”
“Let me go!”
“Stop asking.” Another snapped. “We’re not gonna let you go.”
“What do you want from me!?
“You!” Wooyoung yelled. “It’s so fucken annoying seeing you like this! This isn’t who you are!”
“Wa… what are you talking about?”
“Nine months ago you became a better person. You were fucken perfect! Then-”
“Easy there, Wooyoung.”
“Shut it, Jongho!”
“Ya! Both of you.” Another shouted. “We’re not here to fight among ourselves.”
This gentleman came over to you, staring down at you and making you feel small. He laughed, the same from back at your apartment.
“It does hurt to see that I’m nothing but a stranger in your eyes right now. I didn’t really believe it at first when Seonghwa reported you had woken up with amnesia, so I sent some of my men to keep an eye on you. Yet every time you crossed paths with them, they were just strangers.”
“I… I don’t know who you are… any of you… and I don’t want to…”
“Well that’s too bad. Your little friend Chan got you involved, and you don’t get to walk away so easily.”
“How… how do you…”
“Once your memories come back everything will be clear.”
“No… I don’t want to remember…”
“But you will.”
“Fuck you!”
“Oh you did, all of us actually. I’d love to do it again.” He reached over and caressed your cheek. “Maybe that’ll help you remember.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Fine. Let’s just go back to the beginning, shall we? Nine months ago you secretly followed your friend to a race. Care to guess how that went?”
“No… no, I don’t know…”
“Come on now, Wooyoung even told me he reenacted some things for you.”
“What…”
“You were so out of place, stood out like a sore thumb, you caught a lot of attention that night.”
“Stop talking…”
“We couldn’t help it, so we introduced ourselves, and brought you into our world.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m not going to!”
The boy grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. He was angry and sad, all mixed together and fighting for dominance. You just felt terror.
“I want my y/n back!”
“She’s not here!”
“But I will get her back.” He let you go and walked away. “If you’re not going to cooperate, then I’ll make you. It’s been months but you’re finally on the verge of regaining your memories. A little push shouldn’t hurt.”
“What are you talking about?”
You saw the boy get something from one of the cars, a small case, and set it down on the hood. He opened it and you saw him hold up a small vial and a needle. You immediately began to struggle against your restraints, but it did nothing to help you. As he approached with a needle in hand you tried to move back, only for Wooyoung and another to come over and hold you still.
“This shouldn’t hurt, just open up your mind to remembering the past.”
“Stay away from me!”
“You’ll thank me later.”
You felt the pinch of a needle again, your mind racing with possibilities. You had no idea what he had just given you or what the effects would be. Your head might explode in pain, or you’d simply pass. Although the gradual feeling of everything slowing down was certainly frightening. Things were fading from existence, and time seemed to melt. You tried to fight it, to stay awake, but there wasn’t anything to do as darkness swallowed you whole.
❤
Eight Months Ago…
“So this is your first big case?”
Chan was always passionate about work, about justice, but you never imagined he’d take on such an assignment. Undercover work could take months, even years, but he was determined to do the job. Despite the confidentiality he shared a few details with you, after all, some of them were public knowledge.
“Yup. There’s been a string of robberies in nearby towns. From what we’ve gathered it seems these criminals have ties to illegal street racing.”
“Illegal street racing? Where does that connection come in?”
“They’re good drivers, very good, and you don’t see that with your average criminal.”
“True…”
“Besides that, a lot of these robberies happen in areas where these races have taken place. It’s still a theory, but there’s good enough evidence to pursue it.”
“So you’re going to participate in illegal street racing?”
“Yeah. I know where the gathering is tonight, so I gotta make a good first impression.”
“By yourself?”
“I’ve assembled my own crew.”
“Oh, can I go watch?”
“No.”
“What? Come on.”
“This is dangerous work, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“But it sounds so fun!”
“And if you get arrested?”
“You can just bail me out.”
“Y/n.”
“No?”
“Please just stay out of this, and stay safe.”
“Alright fine, just don’t have so much fun without me.”
Chan chuckled. “I’ll try not to.”
You kept your word about not getting involved. Although whenever you came over to his place you had to peek into his office to see what he had gathered. Not much as far as you understood, but you’d always enjoy listening to Chan give you a debrief. He probably shouldn’t be telling you about the operation, or even have contact with you while he was undercover. You didn’t want him to be alone though, especially if this assignment could take years. He probably should have objected, but he also didn’t want to completely lose touch with his actual life, especially the person he was closest to. Besides all that, it was good to voice his findings and get an outside perspective on things.
For a while that was good enough, but curiosity was killing you. So one night you managed to put a tracking app on Chan’s phone, and followed him out to one of his races. You were a bit worried about how you were dressed, but upon arriving it seemed you’d fit right in. Or so you thought. Chan never wanted you there, so you had to be careful to avoid him, but you were also trying to find him. He was one of the racers, he had his own crew and everything, and you wanted to see him in action. You discovered there was a lot more going on here than just racing. It was like one big party with drinks and drugs, and all kinds of things.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this.”
You were lost in your own search that a strange voice startled you. The gentlemen immediately apologized and offered you a light bow. Although he kept a cocky grin on his face.
“First time?”
“Uh… is it that obvious?”
“Very. Are you alone?”
“Not exactly…”
“Makes sense. People don’t just wind up here without some sort of connection.”
“Yeah. I’m just looking for my friend.”
“Oh, who’s your friend, maybe I know them?”
“I doubt that.”
“Try me.”
“Chan?”
“Chan.”
“Yeah…”
“The leader of Stray Kids?”
“So you do know him?”
“Yeah, but you’re not gonna find him out here. Come on, I’ll take you to him.”
“Oh no, wait-”
Before you could protest the guy grabbed your arm and pulled you along. You weren’t sure where he was taking you, or if it was a good idea to go along with them, but his grip was pretty firm. He led you over to this blocked off area, although the security posted let you both pass without any trouble. Soon enough you realized where he had taken you. There were cars all over the place, music blasting through the speakers, hoods popped open, and people talking about the cars. This is where the race crews hung out, and where they brought special guests.
“Guys, look what I found.”
“Oh shit, who’s the babe, Wooyoung?”
“This is… my bad, I never got your name.”
“It’s y/n.”
“Pretty. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Wooyoung, and these are my friends.”
You were introduced to seven other boys, and they all seemed very happy to meet you. Although the leader came over to personally greet you.
“I’m Hongjoong.” The boy took your hand and kissed it. “Leader of this wonderful crew, Ateez.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“So tell me, what brings you out here tonight?”
“She was looking for her friend.” Wooyoung commented. “Chan.”
“Chan of Stray Kids?”
“That’s the one.”
“I didn’t know he had such good looking friends. Well that’s a lie, I’ve seen his crew, but I didn’t know he was hiding you.”
“He wasn’t really hiding me.” You corrected. “He just never invited me to one of his races before.”
“Well that’s rude. Why wouldn’t he invite you?”
“He just worries about me.”
“I guess I’d worry too if I had a friend like you.” Hongjoong laughed. “Come on, I believe Stray Kids are up next to race.”
Hongjoong took your hand and led you over to the race course, taking you to a place with an elevated view. The rest of his crew gathered around, and you could see the cars driving up to the start line. The two revved their engines to hype up the crowd. You recognized Chan behind the wheel, becoming very excited to see this all play out.
“Who’s Chan racing against?”
“I don’t know, some random guy.” San replied. “It’s probably they’re first race against one of the big crews.”
“How many crews are there?”
“Uh, big ones, there are eight now. Everyone else is just trying to climb the ladder.”
“So how do you determine who’s on top?”
“Whoever has the most wins, and the crews’ skill behind the wheel.” Yunho explained. “No one ever really thought someone else would rise to the top, but Stray Kids really proved themselves.”
“So do the big eight ever race each other?”
“We do, but it’s usually a surprise, or for special occasions.”
“Wow, Chan has really been keeping a lot from me. I didn’t know he was so popular.”
“Stray Kids have skill, and there’s definitely natural talent there too.” Yeosang commented. “Although they’re quite stiff.”
“Stiff?”
“You know, cold and reserved. They’re good behind the wheel, but it kinda feels like they don’t fit in here.”
“Well maybe they need to loosen up.”
“Yeah?”
“This whole place looks like one big party. I would have thought Chan and his crew would fit right in.”
“Oh no, the real party happens elsewhere.”
“Does it?”
“Out here is where we come to race.” Seonghwa stated. “But if you want a party, I can send you an invite.”
“Really? Are Stray Kids going to be there?”
“You a big fan of theirs?”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind having some familiar faces around while I make new friends.”
“I suppose we should also give them a proper chance.” Jongho added. “See what they’re like off the track.”
“Sounds like fun.”
You watched a few races before Ateez took you back over to their spot. Since you were new to all this they were very eager to show you their cars. Mingi brought you over to what he said was one of his favorites. He reclined back the driver’s seat so you could rest more comfortably on his lap. You kept an arm around his shoulders and listened intently as he told you about the car. As he revved the engine he had you bouncing up and down, making you giggle.
“You must like going fast.”
“That type of adrenaline, it’s intoxicating. Would you like a taste?”
“I don’t think I could drive a car like this.”
“You can be my passenger princess.”
“Isn’t it dangerous to have more than one person in the car?”
“Nah, that’s what makes it more fun.”
You caught Mingi’s eyes lingering on your lips, and soon your eyes were doing the same. All of the Ateez members were quite beautiful, so anyone would be lucky to be sitting in Mingi’s lap right now, it just so happens to be you. Maybe you were imagining things, but you swear it looked like Mingi was leaning over to kiss you. That is before you got interrupted.
“Y/n?”
“Huh? Oh shit!”
You heard your name being called, and when you looked over you saw Chan by the hood of the car. Your eyes went wide as you realized you got caught, especially in this type of situation. You tried to scramble out of the car, but Mingi already had his arm wrapped around your waist and held you in his lap.
“Mingi…”
“Chan?” Hongjoong peeked over at the scene. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, right!” Wooyoung suddenly yelled. “We were supposed to call you and tell you your friend was here.”
“Were you?”
“Mingi, please let go.”
Thankfully Mingi let you go, and you got out of the car to meet Chan. He was keeping his cool, but you could see the anger in his eyes. You offered a shy smile and let him grab your arm, dragging you off to speak in private. You prepared yourself for the scolding you were about to receive.
“What the hell are you doing here!”
“Look… I can explain…”
“Did I not tell you to stay out of this! How did you even find me?”
“A tracking app…”
“A what!” Chan checked his phone. “Unbelievable.”
“I know… you should take better care of your phone.”
“Y/n!”
“Sorry… I just got really curious about your case… I couldn’t help myself.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A couple hours… I saw you race too.”
“Seriously?”
“Sorry.”
Chan sighed. “Fine, whatever, you got what you wanted, now go home and don’t come back.”
“But I can help.”
“I told you I don’t want you too.”
“Well you need me to.”
“What?”
“I was chatting with Ateez and they told me about you and your crew. You worked your way up to the top, and they recognize you have talent, but they don’t like you all that much.”
“The social game is a work in progress.”
“Well I’ve given you a great chance.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ateez mentioned something about a party tomorrow, outside the track, and they want me to come. So I convinced them to invite you too, that way you can all break the ice.”
“…”
“You’re welcome.”
“Y/n, this is fucken dangerous!”
“I know, and I’m being careful, alright. I didn’t approach them, they approached me, so that already puts me in a good position to gain their trust.”
“I don’t need you to help me out here.”
“But I can give you an advantage. Why wouldn’t these guys want to show off to some pretty girl? They’ll tell me things without hesitation, and that includes the illegal shit. Someone might just let something slip about those robberies around me, and they wouldn’t even be worried.”
Chan took a moment. “No. No this is too dangerous and you-”
“Please. I don’t want you wasting years of your life in all this. If I can help you gain the trust of the other crews here, or get you some valuable intel, let me.”
“I don’t want you in danger.”
“I’ll be careful, and I’ll stay within my own comfort zone. If I don’t like something, I’ll leave, I promise.”
“Y/n-”
“I promise.”
“Fine… fine, but don’t do anything reckless.”
“I won’t.”
Even if Chan agreed to let you help him, he was still worried about you. So every now and then he’d check in and ask if you were alright, always reminding you that you could walk away whenever you wanted to. The reassurance was great, but you wanted to stick with him and see all this to the end. Being invited to that party was what really opened the door for both of you. Chan drove you to the place, and you were left in shock. You rolled up to a mansion, music blaring loudly, party lights illuminating the windows, it felt like something out of a movie. For a moment you thought how they could do such a thing without issue, and then remembered the long drive to get out here. There was no one else for miles and miles.
“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!”
Seonghwa and Hongjoong greeted you upon your arrival, big smiles on their faces. Then they acknowledged Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. There was a bit of awkwardness in the air, but you figured some drinks and a party could loosen them all up. The two led you all inside, showing you where to get drinks, and where the entrance to the backyard was. There was a pool and you took note of that for next time.
“Come on, I want to show you around.”
Seonghwa took your hand and led you through the house. You knew Chan would probably worry about you, but you had your phone on you, and had promised to leave with him. So you’d see him again later in the night. You were honestly impressed by everything Seonghwa showed you, it was all so extravagant. Although when he led you upstairs you got a bit nervous.
“Should we be going up here?”
“No place is off limits, besides, it’s my house.”
“Wait, this is your place?”
“Yup.” Seonghwa chuckled. “Did you think we rented out a mansion for the party?”
“I… I don’t know… but… it’s huge… I can’t imagine how much it cost.”
“Plus the renovations.”
“Renovations?”
“Trying to increase the value. We’re planning on moving out in the next couple months.”
“Why? Did you find a better place than this?”
“Something like that.”
“Seriously though, how can you afford this? Who even are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Street racing doesn’t pay the bills.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Wait, do you guys make bets?”
Seonghwa laughed. “Of course. You think the people gather just to look at the pretty cars?”
“I… how much do you bet?”
“In the thousands, tens of thousands, but I do come from a rich family. Most of the racers from the big crews do.”
“Oh, do your parents know what you do?”
“They don’t care about me.” Seonghwa’s voice got somber. “They never did.”
“Neither do mine…”
“You? What kind of family do you come from?”
“An average one. We weren’t wealthy but we lived well. I was a good student, but I guess that was expected of me so my parents never really told me that they were proud… I got into Uni on a full ride, but that was expected too… I honestly did it so I wouldn’t owe them anything…”
“Do you still keep in touch?”
“Not really…”
“Me neither. Not like they’d be proud of me anyway.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“What?”
You giggled. “You’re quite famous in the racing scene, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you behind the wheel yet, but I’m sure you’re great. After all, you’re part of the big eight.”
“You’re funny.”
Seonghwa brought you into one of the rooms on the second floor, his own, and took you out onto the balcony. You could see the party below, loving the atmosphere from the whole place. It was a nice view.
“This is a good little place to get away.”
“Yup, just the two of us.”
You didn’t notice at first, but Seonghwa stepped away for a moment to bring over a bottle and two glasses. He poured you and himself a drink.
“Shall we toast?” You asked.
“To what?”
“Well, this may sound silly, but even if no one else is proud of me, I am. So I hope you can be proud of yourself too.”
“Proud?”
“Not everyone can be a street racer, right?” You leaned in close to whisper. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve avoided the police a lot.”
Seonghwa scoffed and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. His actions caught you by surprise, and when you saw his face you could see a soft little smile on his lips.
“To us.” He raised his glass. “For being proud of ourselves when no one else will.”
“To us!”
You needed to be mindful not to drink so much. Even if the point of a party is to have fun, you were kinda working here. So you stayed with Seonghwa for a bit, just sticking to one glass and talking. You asked how he got involved in the racing scene, genuinely curious but also trying to get information. He didn’t mind, telling you that at first he had done so to get his parents attention. Buying expensive cars, especially those designed to go fast. It got him nothing, so he thought to get in trouble with the law but that’s when he met Hongjoong. The boy recognized the style of car he had and asked if he could race. At the time the answer was no, but Hongjoong took him under his wing and now here he was.
“You’re such a bad boy.”
“I hear girls are into that.”
“As long as they have a heart of gold.”
“Do I qualify?”
“I’m not sure.”
You suddenly heard the door open, and you both peeked into the room to see another boy stumbling in. He noticed you two and smiled.
“My bad, looking for the bathroom.”
“On the second floor?” Seonghwa questioned.
“First floor is occupied with a little line.”
“Ah, well my bathroom is right there.”
“Thanks.”
The boy stumbled his way over to the bathroom. He did seem vaguely familiar to you, so you asked Seonghwa.
“Do you know him?”
“Yeah. That’s Younghoon from The Boyz.”
“The boys?”
“Boyz, with a Z, but yeah. He was racing last night.”
“Oh, yeah, I saw him. The Boyz are a big group.”
“Eleven drivers, although the biggest would be NCT.”
“NCT?”
“It’s rare to see them all on the course, but they got different groups among themselves.”
“Damn… so besides them The Boyz are the biggest?”
“No, that would be Seventeen.”
“There’s a group with seventeen members?”
“No, the group name is Seventeen, but there are thirteen members.”
“Then why are they called Seventeen?”
“I’m not good at explaining, but we can go find one of them and ask.”
“Sure.”
You liked the idea of socializing, getting to know more people so you’re not so much of an outcast anymore. Although as you were heading out Younghoon came out of the bathroom.
“Hold on, who’s the girl?”
“This is y/n, she’s new on the scene.”
“Makes sense. I haven’t seen such a pretty face. The name’s Younghoon.”
“Nice to meet you. I saw you race yesterday, you’re good.”
“Thanks. If you ever want a ride, just let me know.”
Younghoon came over to you and took your hand, Seonghwa immediately grabbing your other one. He just made Younghoon laugh as he took out a pen and wrote down his number on your arm and signed his name.
“Call me.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Seonghwa did end up taking you to meet some of the other drivers, and you may have gotten another handful of drinks along the way. Things did get blurry, but you had pieces of coherence every now and then. You remembered being on the dance floor with Wooyoung and Yeosang for a bit before getting pulled into a drinking game. Then there was the charades after a quick dunk in the pool, you wound up in some of Yunho’s clothes afterward. Although you swear you’ve never had so much fun in one night. As daylight began to peek over the horizon the people began to disperse, but some remained. You wound up slow dancing in the backyard with San for a while before passing out. Of course you weren’t staying over, but you needed to be laid down to rest. You weren’t able to relay that message to Chan, so in the morning he was looking around for you.
“Ya, Hongjoong, have you seen y/n?”
“Uh… she should be upstairs, I think they put her down in Jongho’s room, fifth door on the right.”
“Thanks.”
Chan made his way upstairs, and gently knocked on the door before opening it. He walked in to find you curled up on the bed, cuddling with Jongho and mumbling.
“You’re like a teddy bear… can I take you home…”
Jongho giggled. “You can just stay with me.”
“Hm… that’s not a bad idea.”
“Y/n, we have to go.” Chan said. “Come on.”
Jongho helped you up, getting you on your feet and going down with Chan to make sure you were alright. You said your goodbyes to Ateez, and thanked them for the party. You hoped to see them again soon. Chan got you into the back of the car and sat with you, Minho driving and Felix passed out in the passenger seat.
“That was so fun… did you not drink?”
“Someone needed to keep their head.” Chan explained. “Minho and Seungmin didn’t drink either.”
“Boo, next time you should have fun.”
“I see you sure did. What’s with all the phone numbers on your arms?”
“Oh… just gathering intel… I have more numbers on my phone… you can probably do something with them, right?”
“You… how many…” Chan grabbed your arm. “That was dangerous.”
“It wasn’t my idea… Younghoon liked me and gave me his number… then some others wanted to add to it.” You chuckled and started pointing out names. “This is Woozi, oh and here’s Jungwoo, that’s Jaeyoon… Yeonjun wrote his number on my arm somewhere…”
“Did she just do months of work in one night?” Minho questioned.
“I guess.” Chan commented.
“Some things require a woman’s touch and I have more numbers on my phone.” You added. “Was running out of room on my arms, but Jooheon was happy to be the first to be in my contacts list. Look, he sent me a cute winky face message.”
“You really outdid yourself.”
“Hm… plus I got other things too… a lot of them come from wealthy families… a chaebol here and there… I didn’t know you guys bet money…”
“The illegal stuff isn’t just the racing.”
“How much do you have?”
“Enough to play.”
“You gotta tell me about these things.”
“How about a proper debrief when you’re sober. You should rest, you did a lot tonight.”
“Hm… yeah…”
❤
After that first party a lot of things changed. Now you were in the loop about the case and the progress that was being made. With the information you gathered you were able to learn more about the racers, and who they were outside the track. Although that created a new issue.
“If these guys are our main suspects, then the question becomes why.” Changbin wondered. “The racing I get. A bunch of bored rich kids having fun, but committing crimes? They already have money, so what’s the point?”
“It’s the thrill.” Minho stated. “To do something illegal and then run away from the cops.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure even if they got caught they’d still walk free. So I ask again, why?”
“Maybe it’s just fun for them.” Jeongin said. “A game they play, or something they do just to see if they can. Like you said there won’t really be any consequences for them.”
“That alone creates a problem for us.” Chan reminded. “If there is no real motive behind these cromes, then there is no pattern to their actions. We can’t really get the upper hand on them, so we’d just have to wait for them to make a mistake. Which isn’t ideal. How are we with checking alibis?”
“That’s a game in itself.” Jisung sighed. “We’ve got five robberies so far, and a long list of suspects. Thankfully they’re rather public figures so some of their alibis are out in the open.”
“Anybody clear?”
“Not all the way. Some still have no solid alibi for some nights, not to mention we don’t even know how big the group of criminals is.”
“Does anybody stand out to you?”
“Not really…”
“Are we even making progress?” Seungmin asked. “It doesn’t feel like it. I mean we could be completely wrong about these guys.”
“What about style?” You suddenly asked.
“Huh?”
“You told me that you were investigating the street racers cause the drivers at the crime scene were exceptionally good. Most drivers have their own style, or certain things they do behind the wheel. Is there any way you could try to compare the two, and see if anyone matches up?”
“Hm… there isn’t really footage of the illegal racing.” Hyunjin commented. “But if we study the CCTV footage of the car chases, we might be able to do an onsite comparison based on our memory. It could help us narrow down the list and give us a better idea who to focus on. Great idea y/n.”
“Happy to help.”
“You should have been with us from the start.” Felix added. “You’re good at this.”
“Well someone didn’t want me helping.”
“I still don’t really like this.” Chan said. “But you have been a big help, so thanks.”
“No problem.”
Chan did have to draw the line at the CCTV footage. You could probably find it on the internet yourself, but he wasn’t going to let you look at police evidence. You were fine with that, it would be easier to just get close to some of the racers and see what you could get out of them. So you did just that, going to races when you could, but your education still took priority.
“Y/n! There you are! I didn’t see you last time.”
“I had an exam to study for. Couldn’t risk coming out and getting wasted.”
“You could have let us know you had a curfew.”
“But would you follow it?”
“Maybe…”
“Exactly.”
You got along well with all the racers, even those who weren’t in the big eight. Especially considering you were always in their area, considered more one of them than just another spectator in the crowd here to drink and bet. Stray Kids always drove you here and took you home, so you really just had to show up and enjoy yourself. Out of everyone though, Ateez seemed to like you the most, and they’d always find you when you were around.
“You really take school seriously.”
“Of course. I’m trying to build my life here.”
“Or you could just settle down with me.” Yunho suggested. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
“Yeah? Well, I appreciate the offer but I must decline.”
“Come on, why? I’m good looking, I got money, I-”
“I don’t know you.”
“What?”
“Outside this life, I’m not sure who Jeong Yunho is.”
“Then perhaps you should get to know him.”
“Hm…”
“What’s going on over here?” Mingi asked, coming between you two. “Y/n, good to see you, missed you last time. I was racing and really wanted you to ride with me.”
You chuckled. “Some other time then. Although I might pass out. You guys go too fast.”
“That’s part of the thrill.”
“I guess I’ll see one day.”
You wound up over with Ateez for the night, having a drink and relaxing on the hood of one of their cars. Even out there you could see the stars in the sky. You always enjoyed star gazing, but in a place like this it was far from quiet, and dangerous. You were just talking with San when suddenly you heard yelling, and the sound of sirens in the distance.
��Fuck, it’s the cops. We gotta go.”
“Cops?”
“Come on.”
Hongjoong grabbed you and pulled you off the hood of the car, shoving you into the backseat. San was already behind the wheel, and once Hongjoong was in the passenger seat you began to move. You could barely sit up properly in the back, the car going so fast so quickly, it made you nervous.
“Can you… like slow down or something…”
“Gotta outrun the cops.” San apologized. “I don’t feel like spending a night in jail, or getting my baby impounded.”
“Alright then…”
“You good back there baby?” Hongjoong asked.
“Yeah… yeah… I didn’t know cars could go this fast…”
“Well hold on tight.”
Somehow you managed to get your seat belt on, and kept your head low. You were definitely scared but this was also quite exhilarating.
“Do you guys do this often?”
“What? Run from the cops?” San questioned.
“Yeah…”
“Maybe more than most.”
“Those pigs rarely find us racing.” Hongjoong said. “But I guess even they get lucky sometimes.”
You almost hit your head a few times on the journey, but when San swerved off the main road into a parking garage without warning, you smashed your face against the headrest of the seat in front of you.
“Y/n! Are you okay!?”
Hongjoong quickly got out of the car and checked on you, seeing you had a bit of a nosebleed. San had also gotten out, looking into the back.
“Look what you did!”
“We got away, didn’t we!”
“I’m fine.” You assured. “Did I get any blood on your seats?”
“Who cares about that.”
“It’s expensive…”
“Cars can be fixed, can’t say the same about people. Come on, get some fresh air.”
You got out of the car, San coming over to hand you some tissues to clean up the blood. They were really worried about you, but you were fine. Now that the immediate danger had passed, you found yourself smiling.
“That was insane. You guys really know how to drive. I could never imagine outrunning the cops. I guess it’s not just about being fast.”
“It’s a whole other world behind the wheel.” San said. “Sorry this is how you got a taste.”
“At least I’m not in a jail cell, right?”
“Exactly.”
You all hung around for about an hour to let the heat die down. Then you drove back to the Ateez house, meeting up with the rest of the crew and a few others who had escaped the police. That’s when you got a call from Chan and told him that you were alright and with Ateez. He said he’d come by to get you, so just wait for him.
“You know you could just stay the night.” Wooyoung suggested. “We got plenty of room for you.”
“I appreciate that, but I have classes in the morning.”
“We can take you.”
“If I show up in one of your dope ass cars, I will get so many questions.”
“Are you not already the center of attention at school?”
“I go to a big university, plenty of other people get more attention than me.”
“Then they’re all blind.” Mingi yelled. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop it before I die of embarrassment.”
You played a few games while you waited around for Chan. Despite their desire for you to stay, you couldn’t, and said you would some other time. You wished the good night and went on your way with Chan. Once you were alone with him you had questions.
“What the hell was that tonight?”
“What?”
“The cops showing up?”
“You think I control all the police? Sometimes they get wind of a race and come to arrest people. Also, not every other cop in the area knows we’re undercover. This was bound to happen.”
“And if I got caught?”
“I would bail you out.”
“Now you say that.”
“Well now you’re part of the team. Besides, a lot of people split up, us included. It was a good opportunity to see what these guys look like driving away from the police.”
“True.”
“Are you okay though? What’s with the blood?”
“Oh, minor nosebleed. I’m fine, just a bit scared by the whole thing.”
“I should have warned you better about that.”
“It’s fine. Made me blend in with my clueless friend cover.”
“So, Ateez again?”
“They like me. Not the best idea to put all my eggs in one basket I know, but if I get close to at least one crew, I can get them to spill tea on the others. You’re still the new ones, but the others might know about the robberies and who’s carrying them out.”
“Perhaps. Just don’t do anything dangerous.”
“I know, I know.”
Undercover work was more of a night job for you, so during the day you lived your life as normal. You’d text some of the other racers throughout the day, acting like friends, but there wasn’t much else. You thought you could keep these lives separate, but they had other plans.
“Y/n!”
You were heading off campus to go home when a car honk and your name being called caught your attention. You looked over to see Jongho waving at you excitedly, Seonghwa leaning against the car. Your eyes went wide in surprise, and Jongho hurried over to you.
“Done for the day?”
“I… yeah… how did you find me? I don’t think I ever told you-”
“When you know the right people you can find anyone. Also money, come on, I bet you haven’t eaten yet.”
“Oh, well-”
“The others are waiting.”
You couldn’t argue with Jongho as he took your hand and led you to the car. There really was no way to say no, so you went along. They took you to a restaurant, meeting up with the rest of Ateez there. The boys were happy to see you, asking about your day and listening intently. The restaurant you were at was quite fancy, and there weren’t even prices on the menu. They of course told you not to worry, that everything was on them and you should just enjoy yourself.
“What do you guys even do with your free time? Don’t you all have lives?”
“Is that meant to be an insult?” Yunho questioned.
“No, no, of course not. I just… you all had some time today to take me out to dinner. One or two of you would make sense, but all eight of you? What do you do when you’re not behind the wheel?”
“Whatever we want.” Wooyoung said. “Watch TV, go out into town, shop, legally drive.”
“All of you?”
“More or less.” Hongjoong added. “And we hang out with each other.”
“Don’t you have… family responsibilities? Some of you-”
“Not really.” Seonghwa cut in. “Our parents rarely see us as a good fit for anything.”
“Oh… sorry… I didn’t mean to pry… I’m a bit jealous though, about the freedom you have.”
“Jealous?”
“You do as you please everyday, no financial worries, or worries about what your future will look like. It can be whatever you want, and you can change your mind at any time.”
“You’re talking about stability.” Jongho corrected. “Which isn’t out of reach for you, or anyone. You’re studying and making plans for your future. One day you’ll have your career and everything you could want.”
“But there’s no guarantee for me. You guys were born with stability… I have to try…”
“Does it worry you that much?” Mingi asked. “Your future?”
“Yeah…”
“But you’re so young. There’s still so much life for you. Studying and making plans, it sounds like where you’re supposed to be. It’s rare to have everything put together at your age.”
“I guess…”
“Hey, let’s just focus on today.” Yeosang said. “We’re all together sharing a meal, and each other’s company. You always gotta enjoy the little things.”
“You’re right about that.”
They all shifted the topic over to happier things, ultimately picking up your mood. Dinner wasn’t the only plan for the night. So you wound up with drinks and karaoke, letting the time split away in a haze of joy. You don’t know when you finally left, but you didn’t go home.
“Is there a party at your place tonight?”
“No. Do you want there to be?” San asked.
“No… nobody else needs to come.”
“No? How come?”
“Cause I want you all to myself.”
You vaguely remembered being drunk in the back of a car with San. You were leaning against, your breath against his neck, and he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. His eyes lingered on your lips, and he couldn’t help himself. San leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed back. The two of you got closer, deepening the kiss, and then you roughly got pulled away.
“I want a turn.”
Wooyoung tasted differently, but his kiss was just as deep. San wasn’t just going to sit back, coming in close, his lips against your neck. You’ve never really had attention like that before, so you were quite happy.
“Take it easy back there.” Yunho commented. “Don’t distract me.”
“Keep your eyes on the road.” Mingi stated. “We’ll get a turn later.”
When the car came to a stop Wooyoung and San were pulled away from you. Next thing you knew Yunho was helping you out and then carrying you in his arms.
“You’re not drunk.”
“I had to drive, remember?”
“Hm… that’s sad…”
“I can drink now that we’re home.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you drink with me?”
“Sure. I can go for another round.”
“Ya, ya.” Hongjoong interrupted. “We’re not trying to give you alcohol poisoning, baby. No more drinks for you.”
“Come on… need even orange juice?”
“Juice is fine, but nothing alcoholic.”
“Yes captain!”
You giggled and held on to Yunho, going into the house and to the kitchen. He set you down on the counter, getting a glass and some bottles. You reached for one but Yeosang took it from you.
“What did we say?”
“I just wanted to pour Yunho a drink.”
“Hm… I can do that.”
“Okay.”
Yeosang gave you a chaste kiss on your cheek. He had a few drinks with Yunho, and you enjoyed your juice. You couldn’t really keep up with the conversation, but they found your babbling cute. You didn’t know how long you stayed up, but more came to join in, and you could vaguely remember the soft kisses and hands all over your body. It all felt so nice you never wanted it to end, but your body had to tap out at some point.
❤
“Hm…”
You took in a soft breath as you came to, stretching your limbs while in bed, slowly waking up. When you opened your eyes the peace of the morning was shot down. You didn’t recognize the room you were in, which means you weren’t home. You quickly got out of bed, only to stumble to the ground, your legs a bit shaky. You weren’t in your own clothes either, instead wearing your panties and an oversized shirt, no bra either.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Wasn’t hard to imagine what had happened. You looked around the room, finding some pants, they fit well enough, and some shoes to put on. None of this was your own but you needed to move. Thankfully your phone was on the nightstand, and you started looking into calling yourself a ride. You carefully peeked out the room, seeing the empty hall. By now there was no doubt where you were. It was the Ateez house, and you could not remember last night.
“Morning.”
You were creeping down the hall when you heard a voice and immediately froze. You slowly turned around, giving Mingi a shy wave.
“Hi…”
“You’re just in time for breakfast, come on.”
“I should really get going though… uh, where are my clothes?”
“In the dryer. You spilled some juice on yourself.”
“Oh… right…”
“You don’t remember?”
“Last night’s a blur for me right now… and I don’t-”
“We didn’t do anything.”
“Huh?”
“We didn’t fuck you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I… I…”
“Not that we wouldn’t, but we’d rather you be sober.”
“Oh…”
“We did kiss you up and down though.”
“Uh…”
“Come on, breakfast.”
Mingi took your hand and led you downstairs to the dining room. The other boys greeted you, Seonghwa and Yunho setting up the table.
“Can I help with anything?”
“Just take a seat, we got this.” Seonghwa smiled.
“Thanks…”
Everything smelled so good, and you were quite amazed by the fact they could cook. Yeosang and Jongho served you, making sure you got the best of everything.
“Are you feeling alright?” Hongjoong asked. “I got some hangover soup for you if you need it.”
“I’m okay, not as bad as I could be.”
“I’m glad.”
“So then… this is dumb… but you all really live here together?”
“Yeah, our shared space away from responsibilities and family and all that nonsense.” Wooyoung said. “You’re more than welcome to move in, we’d love to have you.”
“Oh no, I doubt I could pay rent for a place like this. Besides, Seonghwa told me you guys were planning to move soon.”
“Right… forgot about that…”
“Besides… last night… why didn’t you take me home?”
“Cause you were drunk.” Yunho explained. “We couldn’t just leave you alone. You’re also assuming we know where you live.”
“Right… sorry…”
“We do, but it’s more about you being alone.”
“You were also sucking face with San and Wooyoung,” Mingi added. “So it’d be mean to send you home alone.”
You felt your face start to burn. “Uh… I… um…”
“Don’t tease her.” Jongho said. “Last night was enough fun for everyone.”
“I hear venom in those words.” San chuckled. “Is it cause she was in my room and not yours?”
“Watch it.”
“That’s not how you speak to your hyung.”
“Guys, calm down.” Yeosang stated. “Can we just enjoy breakfast together?”
“Fine.”
“Good. Y/n, I’ll take you home after this.”
“Ya! No fair!”
You giggled. “Thanks, Yeosang.”
After breakfast your clothes were dry, so you were good to go. The boys packed you some hangover cures, but of course San and Wooyoung tagged along to drop you off.
“Thanks for last night, it was a lot of fun, even if somethings are hazy.”
“No problem, just let us know if you need anything.” Yeosang assured. “Get some rest.”
“You too.”
It was certainly strange to spend time with Ateez outside of the racing, and parties, but it was also nice. Outside of being suspects in a criminal case, they were good people and their heart seemed to be in the right place. You didn’t tell Chan about this, knowing he’d be worried about you spending time with Ateez unsupervised. The problem is this wasn’t a one time thing. You began to see Ateez more often. Some would come by for lunch, or find you around campus and just spend time with you. Little by little, visit by visit, they felt more like friends than anything else. Although you couldn’t hide it forever. The chemistry that others would see at the track spoke for itself.
“Y/n.”
“Hm?”
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
You had been spectating a race with Hongjoong when Chan came over, pulling you away. You went over to his area, getting into one of his cars. The windows were tinted, and he put on some music to fill the silence.
“What’s up? I don’t think we should be talking-”
“What’s going on between you and Ateez?”
“Uh… well…”
“All of a sudden you seem real close to them.”
“I did say it was a good idea to get close with one group and see-”
“How close?”
“What?”
“Have you slept with them?”
“Chan!”
“I’m serious. Socializing and gathering information is one thing, but if you’ve crossed a line-”
“I cannot believe you’d ask this!”
“These guys are suspected criminals!”
“And when was the last time a robbery was committed? What if your crew moved on and you’re all just here driving in circles? Did you think about that?!”
“Y/n, these people are dangerous, criminals or not, and I don’t want you getting so mixed up with them.”
“Well I’m not sleeping with them, okay? And these guys are just normal people! Just cause your suspected criminals are good drivers, doesn’t mean they do this illegal street racing stuff. Maybe they’re normal race car drivers, have you looked into that? Or maybe they don’t race at all besides the-”
“Enough!”
“…”
“I’m taking you home, and I want you out of my case, understood?”
“You’re unbelievable!”
“Am I clear!”
“Crystal! And I’ll take myself home!”
Before Chan could yell some more you got out of the car, slamming the door. You stormed off, heading out of the VIP area and into the regular crowd. You just needed to get to the main road and could get a ride from there.
“Y/n-”
“Leave me-”
While you were on the move you suddenly felt someone grab your arm. You quickly yanked yourself free, beginning to yell but stopping when you realized it was Mingi.
“Sorry, I didn’t… sorry…”
“Are you alright? I saw you storming off and leaving the race course.”
“I’m just not feeling well, so I’m heading home early.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear. I can take you home, it’d be better-”
“No, it’s alright.”
“I insist. I don’t like the idea of you going home alone at this hour.”
“Mingi-”
“Please. Maybe we should get some ice cream first.”
You chuckled. “That’s not a bad idea.”
You went with Mingi, waiting for him as he brought his car around. He was serious about the ice cream, finding a place still open and getting you a sweet treat.
“Are you seriously okay?”
“Well I’m feeling better now.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s nothing really. It’s just… Chan really doesn’t like me being around all this stuff… the racing and all that…”
“Does he not like us?”
“Honestly… I don’t think he does…”
“I get your childhood friends, but you’re your own person, and capable of making your own decisions.”
“I know, he knows, but he still worries.”
“I would too. So, what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know… but I have a lot to think about.”
You stayed with Mingi for a while, small conversations and silence, just appreciating his company. Looking back you probably shouldn’t have yelled at Chan like that, but thinking about that whole conversation frustrated you all over again. Maybe you both overreacted, or it was just you. Either way you weren’t sure what you should do, for now you just wanted to ignore everything, and Mingi knew that. So instead of taking you home as he said, he took you back to his own place. Telling you it was probably best to go somewhere Chan wouldn’t find you immediately, giving you both some proper space.
You thanked Mingi for his thoughtfulness, and ultimately passed out in his room. He had informed the rest of his crew that you were in the house so they wouldn’t be surprised when they got home. Also to ease any worries if anyone asked about you, not that they would say where you were. The boys were happy to see you in the morning, acting like you had stayed over and not talking about the night prior. You were grateful for that, remembering that Ateez were just as much your friends as Chan and the rest of Stray Kids were. You could make your own decisions about the company you kept.
“Y/n, your birthday is coming up.”
“What? How did you-”
“It’s us.” Yunho smiled. “How could we not know?”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“So, got any plans?”
“Uh, well, not really, haven’t thought about it. My friends usually throw me a semi-surprise party.”
“How about this year you spend it with us?” Seonghwa suggested. “We’ll throw you a big party right here.”
“Yeah! We’ll invite everyone, and have a big cake, and lots of presents.” Wooyoung added. “It’ll be great!”
“I don’t know…”
“It’ll be fun, the best birthday party ever.” Yeosang said. “If you want that is, we won’t push it, but you should let us treat you for your special day too.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“A big party would be way more fun.” San mentioned. “So think hard about it.”
“I-”
Your phone started ringing, halting the conversation. When you looked at the caller ID you saw it was Chan, getting nervous. You got up and stepped away from the table, going into the room next over.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I’m at your place, could you let me in? So we can talk?”
“Uh… about that… I’m not home right now…”
“Not… where are you?”
“Just… uh, just a friend’s place.”
“Friend? Don’t tell me you’re with Ateez?”
“And if I am?”
“What did we talk about last night?”
“We didn’t talk, you yelled at me.”
“Cause I’m worried about you being alone with these guys. Suspects or not, they are not a good influence on you.”
“And you are? Look at the company you keep.”
“That’s part of-”
“Whatever. I’m going home now anyway, please don’t be there when I arrive.”
You hung up without waiting to hear him speak. You were already upset about last night, and this wasn’t helping.
“You okay?”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t sound too happy.” Hongjoong admitted, having followed you. “Everything alright?”
“I guess. I have to get home, so thanks for breakfast.”
“I’ll drop you off, your house, promise this time.”
“Fine.”
It was better to get a ride than to call for one. No one else tagged along this time, as Hongjoong didn’t let them. He took you home as he said, although when you got there you noticed Chan’s car, meaning he was waiting for you.
“Y/n?”
“You know what, let’s have that party.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup.”
“Great. We’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry. We’ll pick you up on your special day.”
“Thanks.”
“Take care.”
“You too.”
You thanked Hongjoong for the ride, going up to your apartment. As you feared Chan was there waiting for you. There was silence between you until you were both inside.
“You were supposed to go home last night.”
“Mingi had other ideas. Took me out for ice cream first, and I didn’t want to come back here.”
“You could have let me know.”
“And have you show up at their place in the morning? No thanks.”
“Look, about last night. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry. I worry about you getting involved with them and if-”
“That’s the key word, if. Look, I get Ateez is on your list of suspects, and all I’m doing is gathering information. I don’t intend to stay friends with them if they’re found guilty, or not. This is just part of the job, right?”
“Except it was never your job to take on.”
“I volunteered for this, so you don’t bear the responsibility here.”
“I let you, so I do. And I was serious about you stepping away.”
“And how exactly do you think I should do that? All those guys know me, they like me.”
“Just tell them you’re focusing on school. Distance yourself and I’m sure they’ll just forget.”
“I guess…”
“Are we good?”
“Sure.”
“Okay. I’ll get going then, since I know you didn’t want to see me right now.”
“Bingo. Have a good day.”
“You too.”
Of course you didn’t entirely listen to Chan. You knew he had a point, and you didn’t exactly lie when you said you’d cut ties with these people once the job was done. That wasn’t now though. They were your friends and you wanted to maintain the relationship. Especially considering what happened. A few days later it was on the news. A robbery had taken place, and this time the criminals had left behind a message. You rushed over to Chan’s place once you saw the news. He didn’t want to share information, but he couldn’t stop you once you were through the door.
“So you have a name now?”
“Yes. The graffiti left behind was a black flag with a skull and crossbones along with a name, the Black Pirates.”
“So that’s who’s been behind the last few robberies.”
“It seems so.”
“And for your information, they are street racers.” Minho added. “So you were spot on about comparing the driving styles.”
“Really? Who do they match?”
“The juries still out on that, but the way they moved is similar to what we’ve seen in the races.”
“We also got a number this time.” Felix stated. “From what the cameras picked up before they got taken out there seems to be eight pirates.”
“Eight? So wouldn’t that rule out the smaller groups like Mons-”
“Not exactly.” Jeongin cut in. “Just cause we saw eight this time, doesn’t mean there’s always been eight.”
“But it would make sense. There’s always been two getaway cars.”
“There could be some members of the Black Pirates that don’t participate in illegal street racing.” Hyunjin explained. “Or vice versa, given there are groups with more than eight members, like NCT. They could alternate depending on the hit, or have outside help.”
“So we don’t really have much.”
“We know we’re looking in the right place.” Seungmin said. “Now it’s just about finding the evidence, and catching the culprit.”
“So it is progress.”
“Any bit is better than none.”
That was good to hear, even if this whole operation was now months in. At least they knew that this wasn’t all a waste and they were on the right track. That in itself must be a huge relief to them, for you too actually. You may not really understand the danger, especially when they first started. Surely getting in must have been a lot of trouble on its own. Still, you had your own things to focus on. It was your special day after all, and you were quite excited. Your friends usually threw you a party, which meant you needed to tell them about this year’s plans. You were going to, but when you brought up your birthday they said they got the invites already.
Apparently Ateez had already invited all your friends, and they were very excited about the party this year. They had lots of questions regarding your new friends, but promised to bother you about it later because today was your day. Classes weren’t that difficult, and you planned to go home and get dressed, but there were other plans. As you were making your way off campus you were surprised to find Mingi and Yunho waiting for you. There were already plans in place for your special day, and that started with some shopping. You should premiere a new outfit at your party, and they were gonna take care of everything.
You couldn’t really say no, even once you saw the price tags. They took you to some high class stores, places you’d never shop at normally. At first Mingi tried to hide the price tags from you, telling you to pick what you liked, but you couldn’t help it. You thought you were dreaming when you saw the zeroes, but they told you money wasn’t a problem. Took a lot of coaxing, and they told you this was basically your present. They wanted you to look nice, for your beauty to shine, and it would be unfair to deny them that. So you caved, and looked only at the styles and found something you liked.
The boys had you walk out in your new outfit, and had a few others to change into later in the night. From there you went over to the house, and you were left in awe as you stood at the front door. The place was mostly decorated, some people still working on the final touches, but it looked insane. Everything practically screamed Happy Birthday at you, and it honestly felt so surreal. The rest of the boys came over to give you birthday wishes and ask you how everything looked. It was incredible already. The snacks and food laid out on the tables, all the party games they had scattered around the house too. You had never been to such a party. Even the previous events they had before was nothing compared to this.
“I have to ask… you invited my friends… how did you get their numbers?”
“We just borrowed your phone for a bit.” Yeosang admitted.
“When?”
“Sometime ago.”
“But-”
“That’s not the concern right now. If you have anything more to do to get ready, go ahead.” Seonghwa suggested. “You can use my room.”
Seonghwa took your shopping bags and led you up to his place. It was still early so the party wouldn’t be starting soon. You were pretty much ready to go aside from some makeup, but you held off on that. Since you had time you worked on homework, wanting to have one less thing to worry about so you could truly enjoy the night. Of course if Ateez caught you they’d probably say something, but this was for your own benefit. Thankfully you finished your assignments just as you heard music blasting through the house.
Wooyoung was the one to bring you down to the party. Even if you didn’t know a lot of the guests, they all seemed to know you were the birthday girl. So you got many birthday wishes, more than ever before. When your friends showed up they were so excited to see you, and everything else that was going on for you. They couldn’t believe such a party had been thrown for you, and graciously thanked the boys of Ateez for their generosity. You were a bit embarrassed, but you could dwell on those feelings some other time. The night went on, and you spent lots of time with your friends. It almost felt like you were at a club more than anything, and with no worries about creeps bothering you.
“Mind if I steal a dance?” San whispered in your ear, joining you on the dance floor. “You look smokin.”
“You tell me this now?”
“Well, I can say it again and again if you need me to.”
“Hm, that sounds nice.”
“Or…”
“Or?”
“How about I give you your birthday present?”
“Present? Isn’t that after the cake?”
“You can have my present first.”
“Hm…”
“Come on.”
San took your hand and apologized to your friends as he was going to borrow you for a while. They all smiled and gave you thumbs up, waving you off. You were quite curious as to what kind of present San had for you. It could quite possibly be anything. So when he led you down to the garage, you were starting to think he bought you a car. That would be insane, and you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. Although things quickly changed when you saw someone else.
“There’s the birthday girl.” Wooyoung waved, sitting on the hood of a car. “You ready for your present?”
“Yeah. You guys got me a car?”
“What? No, this is one of our race cars.”
“Oh… then… what’s my present?”
“Us.”
“You?”
“We figured tonight we should give you a present you won’t forget.”
Wooyoung opened the back door of the car, San leading you over to it. He had you lay back and then he climbed on top of you. Although you put your hands on his chest to stop him.
“You want to do this… in your car?”
“Well, I want it to smell like you. That way you’re with us the next time we use it, even if not physically.”
“Oh… well you guys are certainly something else.”
“If you don’t want to, just say so.”
“This is my birthday present, isn’t it? I want to receive it in full.”
“As you wish, princess.”
You had never done it in a car before, but San seemed to have some experience. It made you a bit jealous, but it was all to make sure you enjoyed yourself tonight. Of course Wooyoung was still there, waiting his turn. He was sitting in the driver’s seat, watching you from the rear view mirror and stroking his length, only allowed to imagine himself on top of you for now. On occasion you’d make eye contact with him, and you could see the lust in his eyes. He might not even let San finish and just go over and yank him off you, but he was a patient boy.
You on the other hand, not so much since San being proper with his prep work. When he finally gave it to you, relief washed over your face. He stretched you out so good, like it was a perfect fit, but since he had already prepped you, he didn’t give you the satisfaction of feeling him whole and started moving. Obscenities spilled from your lips as you grabbed onto whatever you could, letting him take control.
“Fuck, fuck, San…”
“Just take it like a good girl. I know you can.”
“Hm…”
“Don’t fuck her brains out.” Wooyoung commented. “I get my turn after you.”
“She’s the birthday girl, and deserves the best, so I’ma give it to her.”
He wasn’t wrong there, giving you everything he had. At times you swear you saw white, and he put all his attention into your pleasure. He was adamant about holding out and making you cum first, which he succeeded in. Your body shook underneath him as your orgasm took over, your center squeezing him tightly and forcing him to spill his seed inside you. San had been trying to hold out but he couldn’t deny you in the moment.
“Fuck, y/n, you feel so tight.”
“Aw, fuck, that’s not fair.” Wooyoung whined. “That should be me.”
“Did you make a mess in the front?” San asked. “Seriously?”
“You made a mess in the back.”
“Not alone.”
“Stop bragging. It’s my turn anyway.”
In a matter of seconds Wooyoung had gotten out of the car and went over to the back. He pulled San’s pants up and shoved him to the side, wanting to get a good look at you.
“So pretty.”
“Hm.”
Wooyoung gently caressed your cheek, his hands then trailing down your body. You were so sensitive at the moment, the slightest touch made you shiver. He loved the goofy smile on your face, clearly still high.
“You ready for more baby girl?”
“Will you be gentle?”
Wooyoung chuckled. “No.”
“Good.”
That was all he needed to get started. Wooyoung dipped his fingers into your sloppy center, scooping up some of San’s seed and using it to write his name out on your stomach.
“I think we forgot to ask, but are you taking anything? Or is San gonna become a daddy?”
“I’m okay, you’re the only daddy I need tonight.”
“Fuck, baby girl, keep talking like that and I’m gonna make you a mommy.”
“Bet.”
Wooyoung wasn’t gonna wait around much longer, angling himself perfectly and grabbing your hips before thrusting into the mess between your legs. You were still so sensitive, so his rough movements made you shake all over again. You bit your lip as the last bits of your previous orgasm fluttered through your body, and then got replaced by Wooyoung’s actions. He wasn’t San, but he had his own way of making you feel good. He took advantage of your state too, rubbing your clit and groping your breasts to divide your attention. He had all kinds of signals going off in your brain.
“You’re such a good fuck.”
“Hm… more…”
“I know, baby, I got you.”
Wooyoung pulled you closer, getting relentless as your words motivated him to do better. He wanted to watch you unravel beneath him, and the desire was taking over. You didn’t notice when San had gotten himself together, but he had gone to the other side of the car and looked down on you. Although Wooyoung tried to push him away, especially when San started kissing you. It didn’t work though as he kept coming back, even when Wooyoung scolded him. Still, he could only really focus on you, wanting to make you scream his name, which is exactly what he got. You grabbed his arm tightly, mumbling out for him to go faster and make you cum. Your words excited him and he gave you just that, holding your face with his free hand as you climaxed.
He watched your lips tremble, eyes roll back in ecstasy, knowing he was the reason for your actions. That, and feeling you hug him so tight, was enough to push him over the edge. Wooyoung locked eyes with you, wanting to ride out his high while he made your body tremble, watching everything you did. Your smile filled him with such satisfaction, he leaned down to kiss you, lips then trailing down your body. With two orgasms under your belt you were quite tired, and sore, and far more sensitive than before. Wooyoung stayed with you for a moment before pulling out, giving you some more chaste kisses. He gently pulled up your legs, trying to make sure you were comfortable, and San got into the back so you could rest your head in his lap. Thankfully you weren’t cold, even if you were partially undressed. The heat from their love was enough to keep you warm.
“You good?” San asked while petting your head. “Did you like your present?”
“… yeah… so good…”
“We’re glad to hear.”
“We should have bounced her on the stick shift.” Wooyoung commented from the driver’s seat. “Before we filled her up. Would have made it all the more special.”
“Next time perhaps, what do you say, y/n?”
“Hm…”
You stayed semi curled up for a while, just letting your body wind down after all that fun. Although you couldn’t stay there long. You had shut your eyes, partially falling asleep, only to open them wide at the sound of knocking on the roof of the car. You looked over and found Yunho peeking in and taking you in.
“What’s this?”
“She was receiving her gifts.” San stated. “And she’s very happy with them.”
“Is that so?”
“Hm.” You hummed in agreement.
“Well, can the birthday girl come up for cake?”
“Cake?”
“We can’t cut the cake without you, everyone’s waiting.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you and it’ll be quick.”
Yunho helped you sit up and get your clothes back on. He didn’t comment on the mess between your legs but he did help you clean up a bit. It wouldn’t be good to have cum running down your leg while everyone sang happy birthday to you. Once you were presentable you got out of the car, only to realize your legs were shaky. Yunho effortlessly picked you up in his arms bridal style.
“I’ll take you up.”
“Thanks.”
You were a bit shy, but you couldn’t object to this. Yunho carried you upstairs to the party, taking you outside to where the cake had been brought out. Everyone cheered when you arrived, Jongho lighting the candles on the cake, one of many actually. Yunho gently put you down, and allowed you to use him to support yourself. Everyone got quiet and then the singing began. You had never heard so many people sing before, let alone with such excitement in their voice. You took a moment to make a wish and then blew out the candles. More cheers erupted, the cake began to get cut, and then everything went dark. One moment you were receiving hugs and good wishes, and then you had cake in your face.
You laughed as you wiped icing off your face, seeing Jongho with an empty plate of cake, and a revealing smile on his face. You quickly grabbed him and pressed messy kisses to his face, getting him covered in cake too. He seemed to enjoy it, although you couldn’t stay that way. As the initial excitement calmed down, Yeosang led you and Jongho upstairs to clean up. You wound up in his room, and even though you tried to clean yourself up, he suggested getting in the shower. It wasn’t a bad idea, especially considering the type of gift you had received already. So you didn’t hesitate to take your top off, leaving Yeosang and Jongho in shock.
“What? It’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”
“I… I…” Jongho mumbled. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were so bold.”
“Neither did I.”
“I’ll get you some clean clothes.” Yeosang offered. “I’ll be back.”
You went into the bathroom and stripped off the rest of your clothes, hopping into the tub. You took a quick shower just to clean yourself up, and get any sugar out of your hair. When you finished you stepped out with a towel wrapped around you, even though you had your bra and panties beneath. Yeosang handed you some clothes, and once you were dressed Jongho cleaned himself up. It wasn’t as much as you so he just needed to wash his face.
“Cleaned up already?”
Seonghwa softly knocked and entered the room with a plate of cake, happy to see you were alright. He would probably scold Jongho but you told him to leave it alone, surely someone else would cake your face.
“You guys really went all out for me.”
“Of course, it’s your birthday. You should be celebrated to the maximum.”
“I really appreciate everything you guys have done for me today.”
“Well the night is still young. Here, you should enjoy some cake.”
Seonghwa was happy to feed you, and the cake was quite good too. Although you were getting icy all over your lips. Seonghwa was gonna reach over and wipe it off when Yeosang grabbed his hand and decided to kiss you, cleaning up the icing along the way.
“Yummy.”
“Ya!” Seonghwa yelled. “You can’t just go around kissing her!”
“Why not? I heard WooSan already gave her a present too.”
“What?”
“Yeah, they went down to the garage.” Jongho added. “I bet they made a mess.”
“The garage, is that true?”
“Uh… well…” You were a bit shy, trying to hide your face. “Yes…”
“I see… did you like it?”
“It was… nice…”
“I didn’t know you were such a bad girl.”
“What?”
“You’re supposed to get presents after cake, not before.”
“Oh, well… I didn’t-”
“Since you’ve had cake now. I suppose I can give you my present too.”
“Sure. What did you get me?”
“A very unique gift.”
Seonghwa put down the plate and grabbed your hand. He kissed it softly and then led it down to rest on his crotch. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him, feeling more shy than before. He just smirked.
“What? You think I don’t know what those two troublemakers did? There are cameras everywhere, baby.”
“Oh…”
“No need to be shy. Although I understand you might be a bit tired, I’ll take good care of you though.”
“Ah, well…”
“All of us.” Yeosang added.
“Huh?”
“Did you think we were just gonna leave you with Seonghwa? That’s hardly fair.”
“So all three of you…”
“Can you handle us?” Jongho questioned. “It’s okay if you can’t, we’ll teach you.”
“You guys are being too much.”
“It’s only fair. The birthday girl has to get the best for her special day.”
Seonghwa leaned in close to kiss your cheek before taking the plate and setting it down on the dresser. Yeosang had you move up and lay back on the bed. The clothes you were wearing were loose fitting and easy to remove, leaving you in your undergarments.
“You’re all being very bold tonight.”
“We have been waiting for this too.”
“Really? You must have been so frustrated.”
“You have no idea.”
Yeosang was pushed to the side as Seonghwa climbed on top of you, stealing a kiss and tasting cake on your lips. His hands explored your body, ultimately pushing up your bra to feel your breasts. He had been holding himself together, but he couldn’t keep doing that. Seonghwa began to undress, getting you out of the last bits of clothes you had on too. Now that you were completely exposed he began pressing kisses all over your chest and lower stomach. Your focus was solely on him until a shirtless Yeosang crawled onto the bed and started kissing your hand. He made you giggle, which brought a smile to his lips.
Although Seonghwa wasn’t happy about your attention elsewhere, so he got it back the only way he sought fit. You let out a ragged moan as Seonghwa pushed a finger into you without warning. Your eyes shot down at him, seeing the big smirk on his face. You didn’t need that much prep, still recovering from the car sex. Which worked in your favor as you didn’t have to wait too long for Seonghwa to fuck you. He was still a tease though, going slow with his fingers, pressing long kisses on your clit, making you whine at every point. You couldn’t play his game for long.
“Seonghwa you better fuck me soon or Yeosang can go first.”
“Don’t make threats like that.”
“It’s my birthday, isn’t it? What I say goes.”
“Tsk. I like a dominant woman, but tonight you’re at my mercy.”
Maybe you should be careful what you wish for. Seonghwa grabbed your hips tightly, pressing on the bruises that were forming thanks to Wooyoung, and swiftly pushed his length into you. He could have teased you, but since you asked for it, he was gonna give it to you, every last bit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you gripped the bed sheets.
“Fuck…”
“You wanted it.”
“Yeah… keep going…”
“Oh I will.”
Seonghwa started off gentle, wanting to let your body adjust, but he wasn’t gonna be a tease for long. Before you knew it he was going at a relentless pace, making your whole body move with him. He wanted you to himself and pushed Yeosang away, holding your hands in his and watching you with lust in his eyes. You tried to keep your eyes on him, but whenever he hit your sweet spot you couldn’t help but shut your eyes in bliss and tremble.
“You like that?”
“Hm…”
You were close, and you could tell he was too as he was losing his rhythm. It was a bit funny to think you had cleaned yourself up only to wind up with your legs spread so soon. You were gonna get filled up, which reminded you to mention it. Although Seonghwa said he knew, having been listening in to your previous session.
“Pervert.” Jongho commented.
“As if you’re not gonna go look up the security footage later.”
“Shut up.”
Seonghwa leaned in for a deep kiss as he kept his momentum going, freeing his hands from your grip and using them to play with you and push you over the edge. Your orgasm seemed to push him over the edge and he held you close as you both rode out the high together. He pressed his forehead against yours, the two of you breathless but with smiles on your faces.
“You good?”
“Never better.” You exhaled. “Although I’m not your first.”
“But you can be my last.”
“Hm…”
“Move over!” Yeosang shoved Seonghwa off you. “My fucken turn.”
“Ya! I wasn’t-”
“She’s so delicate right now I wanna take advantage.”
You barely even heard the end of Yeosang’s statement before he pushed himself into you, making the cum in you overflow. He let out a delightful moan as your body trembled and accommodated him among the mess. You gripped the sheets, letting out a shaky moan. You were still coming down from your high when Yeosang took over, making it so pleasure and pain began mixing. His hands trailed your body, kneading your breasts and taking them into his mouth on occasion. You reached over to feel his body, looking down as well to see where you two met. You never had this much fun before, and this was surely the best birthday present ever.
“You still with me, princess?”
“Yeah… I’m trying…”
“Trying?” Jongho questioned. “You’re barely halfway done here.”
“You jealous?”
“Who wouldn’t be?”
“Then be a good boy and wait.”
They’d each have a turn but they really didn’t like losing your attention. While you had been talking with Jongho, Yeosang slowed down, making you whimper. He didn’t move, forcing you to grind down on him for your own satisfaction. Then without warning he started back up again, grabbing your hips, which were definitely gonna be purple tomorrow. He was just a tad bit upset and now really taking it out on you. So it wasn’t long before another orgasm washed over you, making you shake and hold him tightly, which ultimately pushed him over the edge too.
“Fuck, you’re so good… we should do it again.”
“You’ve had your turn, hyung.” Jongho commented.
“Let the maknae have their fun too.” Seonghwa added. “If not for them we might not have gotten here.”
“So I wasn’t gonna get my present if not for Jongho?”
“Oh you would have gotten it one way or another.”
Jongho did give you a minute to rest and recover, laying down at your side and taking your hand in his, kissing it gently. He looked so dreamy with you, and his eyes were so big and bright. You couldn’t imagine what he had in store for you.
“Are you enjoying your party?”
“For the bits I’ve been in, yeah.”
“That’s good.”
Jongho started off slow and soft, knowing you were definitely sensitive. He carefully rolled on top of you, pressing soft kisses against your skin, making you feel very loved.
“Will you be alright?”
“Yeah… just be yourself.”
“If you can handle it.”
“I can.”
“Then I’ll test you on it.”
You laid with him for a while as he continued to pepper you with kisses. His touch would send sparks up your body, and when his lips finally reached your core you ran a hand through his hair. It was swollen and achy down there, but his gentle touch was soothing. You were lost in his softness that you didn’t notice when he was getting himself ready until you felt him pushing into you. He gave it to you inch by inch, holding your legs apart, watching your mouth hang open in silent bliss.
“I got you baby girl.”
Jongho held your hands, rocking back and forth softly. You moved with him, eyes shut and soft whimpers escaping your lips. He was a different kind of good, and you didn’t expect his strength. He slowed down a bit, picking you up in his arms and thrusting up into you. More soft moans escaped your lips into his ear, giving him strength and motivation. You wrapped your arms around him, using all your strength to hold on. He took care of the rest and managed to wring another orgasm out of you. He loved how you melted in his arms, and he could feel every little movement of your body as it was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Jongho pressed a kiss to your cheek, laying you back down on the bed and gently teasing you before he reached his own climax. This time he pressed his lips to yours, holding your hands tightly and riding out his own orgasm while feeding into yours. As you both caught your breath he laid beside you, still holding your hand. The other two had joined you in bed as well, all of you together in a little pile. You could feel the aches and bruises starting to form but you paid them no mind, still very happy with the overall experience.
“Happy birthday.”
“Thanks…”
You felt like you had probably fallen asleep for a bit, rightfully so. You awoke to the sounds of vibrating, sleepily sitting up and looking around. You were still in Yeosang’s room, and weren’t entirely alone. Yeosang and Jongho were still with you, taking a nap too, but Seonghwa was gone. Regardless, your focus shifted to the vibrating noise, looking around the room. You got out of bed, legs a bit shaky, but you found the source, your phone. You were still half asleep, but once you saw the caller ID you were wide awake. The spike of adrenaline gave you the energy to put on a shirt and joggers and step out of the room to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, where are you?”
“Oh, you know, out with friends. It’s my birth-”
“Where? I didn’t get an invite to the party.”
“You didn’t? I would have thought-”
“Y/n, please stop lying to me.”
“Wa… what?”
“I saw the pictures your friends posted on social, and I recognized the place.”
“So…”
“I told you to stay away. They are-”
You were already feeling frustrated with the call when your phone was suddenly taken away. Hongjoong offered you a smile and hung up, turning your phone off.
“Hongjoong…”
“What’s wrong? The birthday girl shouldn’t be sad on her special day.”
“Uh… I… you didn’t invite Chan?”
“Of course not. He doesn’t like us, and there shouldn’t be any negativity today.”
“But-”
“Did he call to wish you a happy birthday?”
“No…”
“Then the right choice was made. Come on now, forget about the call and focus on the party. The night is still young.” Hongjoong held his hand out to you. “Shall we?”
You knew Chan was gonna be upset about the way the call ended, even if it wasn’t your fault. Still, even if he rushed over now to see you and yell, it would be best to enjoy yourself to the fullest. You took a breath and offered Hongjoong a smile, taking his hand.
“We shall.”
“Good. Now I heard from Seonghwa that someone has been receiving presents.”
“I see word travels fast.”
“Have you been enjoying yourself?”
“Yes. It’s a great party.”
“I’m glad to hear.”
“I didn’t know you’d-”
While walking your legs suddenly gave out, but Hongjoong managed to hold you up. The adrenaline of the call had worn off and the exhaustion of your previous activities was catching up to you now.
“Sorry…”
“No need to apologize, I got you.”
You were trying to get your feet under you when Yunho and Mingi suddenly appeared. The two quickly took you from Hongjoong and helped you stand.
“You good?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“I didn’t know Wooyoung and San did such a number on you.”
“You’re forgetting they aren’t the only ones to deliver their presents.”
“Are you serious?” Mingi questioned. “How are you still awake baby girl?”
“No idea… so are all of you just gifting me sex tonight?”
“Don’t like it?”
“Seems a little cheap. I saw the boxes down there…”
“You’re assuming sex is the only gift you’ll get from us.” Hongjoong chuckled. “Not to mention this party. We spent quite a pretty penny on you.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“But we wanted to.”
The boys carried you to another bedroom, Hongjoong’s, and set you down. Yunho gently grabbed your legs and massaged them a bit, getting you to lay back. Your shirt exposed a bit of your stomach, and he pulled it up further, seeing the marks.
“Damn, you really are having a fun night, aren’t you?”
“I can’t lie… it’s been the best.”
“Then let us continue, or at least bring this night to a close.” Hongjoong said. “If you can manage it.”
“I wouldn’t mind passing out with one of you guys in me.”
“Promise?”
Yunho pressed kisses to your cheek, pushing you up on the bed so you could rest comfortably. He got you out of your shirt and bra, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. You ran a hand through his hair, keeping him close. He tugged the joggers down, rubbing your through your panties for a moment. You were still wet down there, and messy. Yunho couldn’t wait long before yanking your panties down and pushing two fingers into you. The wet slopping sounds seemed to please everyone, and Yunho quickly understood he didn’t have to prep much, you were eager and waiting.
Yunho was quickly on you, not wanting to hear anyone else claim you first. He wasn’t subtle, but swift with his motions. Your body was barely recovering from the last guy between your legs, but you figured you could handle a few more. Yunho was careful not to put any unnecessary strain on your body, but still made sure you were enjoying yourself. He had a nice rhythm going and you were truly relaxed. His touch was gentle but pleasurable, acting more like a lover than anything else. You were surprised he kept his pace throughout, even as he pushed you to the edge. Somehow he held himself together long enough for you to calm down before he went in hard and achieved his own high.
“Fuck… you’re all gonna leave me bruised up tomorrow…”
“And unable to walk.” Mingi commented. “That’s a promise.”
“Then I expect to be carried.”
“I got you, princess.”
With that Mingi shoved Yunho aside, taking you into his arms and pulling you up. He sat down and had you resting in his lap. He gently held your waist, leading you to grind down on him. He still had his briefs on, but he didn’t mind getting them stained with your juices and what Yunho had left in you. He pressed his head against yours, watching the blissed out smile on your face. You both could only last so long before your basic needs took over. You reached down to free Mingi’s cock, stroking it a bit and adjusting yourself to take him in. He helped you settle down on him, giving you a kiss as a reward.
“I’ll do all the work, so just enjoy yourself.”
“Hm…”
You wrapped your arms around Mingi, resting your head on his shoulder. He reached around to grab your ass, making you yelp, but he just chuckled. You seemed comfortable so he began to move, being gentle at first, but he couldn’t hold himself back. You grabbed him tightly, moaning into his ear. He was rough, or maybe it felt that way because you were so worn down already. Still he was good to you, holding you close and whispering such sweet words. You didn’t know when he was getting close, but he certainly pushed you to cloud nine.
He laid back with you on top of him, still thrusting into you as you rode out your high with him, and soon enough he was adding to the mess between your legs. You shook more violently this time, but Mingi made sure you were alright. Once you settled he carefully laid you down on the bed, pressing soft kisses to your face. You let out low chuckles, smiling with a happy look on your face. Mingi stayed with you for a while, caressing your cheek. You might have fallen asleep if the bed didn’t suddenly dip and you got turned around to face Hongjoong. He had a big smile on his face, reaching over to pet your head.
“Having fun?”
“Very…”
“Can you accept another present?”
“Maybe… I want it either way…”
“Well isn’t someone greedy.”
“Birthday girl, remember?”
“I do.”
Hongjoong leaned over to kiss your head, then your lips, then slowly trailed down your body. He took your hands in his and placed kisses on them too. He was gentle in how he moved your body about. His hands caressed your thighs as he pulled your legs apart. He could see how red and swollen your clit was, giving that a kiss as well and making you shiver. He slowly climbed on top of you, giving you more kisses. He whispered in your ear and let you know he was gonna fuck you, wanting you to hold yourself together for him. You promised to do so to the best of your ability. That was enough for him, whispering dirty things in your ear as he pushed himself into you, going inch by inch so you could feel everything.
Your body welcomed him, already feeling the tickles of an orgasm. By now you were so worn down you were floating in a state of bliss, and there wasn’t any coming down. Not with the constant attention, and the fact you’ve had more orgasms this night than ever before. Hongjoong certainly started off slow before getting into a gentle rhythm, his focus solely on you. He watched your face, the expressions you made as he moved around and pleased you. He kept his eyes locked with yours, and you did your best to maintain it, but you were certainly falling apart. Every touch felt like a mini orgasm, and you couldn’t do much else but lie there and take it. Hongjoong was well aware of this, and he just wanted to make sure you finished right.
You don’t know for sure if Hongjoong hit that sweet spot just right, or your body just broke down, but that final climax was something else. Your whole body trembled as the pleasure and pain mixed together across every inch of your being. Not to mention all the kisses Hongjoong added as he watched you become undone beneath him. You only knew when he climaxed cause you felt a warmth inside you, and could feel the overflow of cum just dripping out of you. The exhaustion was really hitting, and you could barely keep your eyes open. You tried to hold on to Hongjoong, but he just took your hands and kissed them, setting them down.
“We wore you out baby, you should get some rest.”
“My party though…”
“It’s far from over. Take a little nap and I’ll clean you up, okay?”
“Hm…”
“Good girl.”
You definitely needed rest, and left yourself in their trusted arms. You closed your eyes and let yourself float in and out of consciousness. At some point you felt warm water along your skin, soft hands gently massaging your body, and being wrapped up in clean clothes. You felt a comfy bed beneath you, seeing some face blur past you at times, but you stayed in your own little world, drifting and resting. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you eventually had the strength to properly get up. You thought maybe you’d be alone to rest, but as you opened your eyes you found a sleepy little Jongho at your side. You reached over to pet his head, getting a little hum out of him, and having him open his eyes.
“Hi…”
“Hey, are you feeling better?”
“I’m good… did you nap with me…”
“A little break from the party doesn’t hurt.”
“Hm… yeah…”
You carefully sat up, getting help from Jongho in the process. You felt sore all over, but you were happy, it had been a fun night, and it was a very lovely present.
“I have something for you.” Jongho handed you a little box. “Another gift.”
“Oh, what’s this?”
You opened the box and started laughing, it was some birth control pills, and Jongho brought over some water.
“You know I take birth control, right?”
“But just in case, you can’t be too safe.”
“You don’t wanna be a daddy?”
“Oh, you better watch that mouth, I might take you up on the offer.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not ready to be a mother either.”
You took the pills and laid back down, taking in a breath and enjoying the comfortable bed. You wanted to go back down to the party, but you still didn’t have the strength for that. You asked Jongho to help you get on your feet, even if your legs were still shaky. You managed to stand, but before you could take any steps you heard a loud commotion from out in the hall. Jongho heard too, seeming concerned when the door suddenly swung open.
“YA!”
Seeing and hearing Chan yelled startled you, and you collapsed back on the bed. You could see the anger on his face, making you fearful.
“I cannot believe you.”
“This is a party.” Hongjoong exclaimed. “You can’t be yelling at the birthday girl.”
“Shut up! I cannot believe any of you!”
Chan came over and shoved Jongho away, grabbing your arm and yanking you to your feet. You yelled and weren’t able to stand, immediately falling to the ground. Chan looked at you in shock, kneeling down to take a closer look. He caught sight of some of the bruises on your neck, pulling up your shirt without asking and seeing all the other marks. He quickly got up and pinned Hongjoong against the wall.
“What the fuck did you do!”
Hongjoong chuckled. “It’s a party, and we were having fun. What do you want from me? It was all consensual, I swear.”
“Chan!” You yelled. “Let him go! I’m fine! I-”
“Not a word from you!
“…”
“It’s her birthday and you come in yelling at her like this? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“That’s funny, coming from you.”
Chan let Hongjoong go and came back over to you, pulling you up to your feet. You could barely stand, let alone walk, but he pulled you along anyway. You bit your lip to keep from making any noises and just did your best to follow. You struggled on the stairs and hid your face when you got to the bottom floor, not wanting to be seen, but of course Chan drew attention. Some of the other Ateez members noticed and rushed over, but you shook your head at them. Chan got you into his car, putting your seat belt on you and slammed the door shut. You hid your face, not able to meet anyone in the eye and stayed silent on the drive. You kept your head low, but as you looked around you noticed the streets were different.
“This isn’t the-”
“You think I’m taking you back to your place so they can go get you?”
“No, I-”
“You are unbelievable.”
“Chan-”
“Quiet! I told you to break off from them and what do I find? You have no problem lying to my face now.”
“I-”
“I told you to be quiet.”
“…”
“You’ll be staying with me until further notice.”
You wanted to explain yourself, to at least have your voice be heard, but given what Chan just did, and your current state, it was best to remain silent. So you did. When you got to Chan’s place he got you out of the car, holding your arm and pulling you along, a lot gentler this time. He plopped you down on the couch and came back with a med kit, wanting to take a better look at you. All you really had were bruises and some nail marks, nothing too serious, but he had to be sure. You were a bit nervous, but lifted up your shirt just enough so you didn’t expose your breasts. Like you said nothing serious, and he was satisfied after checking.
“Here. It’s your clothes, put them on.”
“Thanks…”
Your body wasn’t so sore anymore, but you did struggle a bit to make it to the bathroom. You dressed into your clothes and returned to the living room. Chan was nowhere to be seen, but you knew where he’d be. You went over into his office, seeing him looking over some papers.
“Chan…”
“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it.”
“But-”
“You went out with a bang, literally, so let’s leave it at that.”
“I-”
“Please.”
“Yeah… yeah that’s fine…”
You made your way over to Chan’s side, looking down at the papers on the table. You reached over to look some over, coming across an image from a CCTV.
“What’s this?”
“A partial plate from the last robbery.”
“You got a plate?”
“Partial. I honestly thought the vehicles they used didn’t have any plates, but it seems like they just cover them up.”
“It seems fortune is on our- your side. It’s progress.”
“Yeah. Minho got a bit crazy and rammed into one of the vehicles. Guess that damaged the plate cover and we managed to catch a few digits.”
“You gonna run this through your database?”
“The car itself might not even be registered, could be a fake plate to begin with. We’ll still run it, although working with a partial plate is gonna make it difficult.”
“Any bit of progress is better than none.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m gonna get some rest.”
“You do that.”
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“No promises.”
“Night.”
“Good night, and y/n?”
“Hm?”
“Happy birthday.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you in the morning.”
❤
Chan kept to his word and didn’t let you leave his place. He drove you to and from school, always punctual. Even though he never said anything, you knew he was always looking around for others. You didn’t get any messages from anyone, not that you would respond, but it really made you wonder what everyone thought. Surely word got around about what happened that night. Your friends didn’t mention it either, just saying things went well. Of course Chan probably spoke with them beforehand, and you weren’t gonna pry. So you just focused on getting your life back to normal, no more secret double life stuff going on. If only it was that easy.
“How’s the body?”
You jumped at the voice that suddenly appeared, distracting you from your notes. Your first class had been canceled so you were in the library when someone approached you. The voice was familiar, and you were a bit shy to look up, so they took a seat instead.
“You’re not hurt anywhere are you?”
“I’m fine, San.”
“You didn’t call.”
“Neither did you.”
“And have Chan scream in my ear, I didn’t wanna risk it.”
“Well he’s not monitoring my phone 24/7 so you would have been fine.”
“Then why didn’t you call?”
“San.”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Me? Nothing, just here to see you.”
“You’re not a student here, you should go.”
“Come on, I came all-”
“I’m a student, San.” You interrupted. “I’m not from a wealthy family, and I seriously need to focus on school if I want to get anywhere in life. It was fun getting to know you guys, but this is where we must part ways.”
“You don’t mean that. Was your birthday present-”
“Thanks for the party, and the gifts. It was a good farewell.”
“You still have all those presents back-”
“Leave. Before I call security.”
“You’d do that?”
“I wanna graduate, which means I have to pass this semester in order to get closer to my goal. Partying and racing isn’t gonna help me. Now please, go.”
“Alright… don’t be a stranger.”
“Yeah.”
You didn’t know if that went well, but at least nothing got heated. You continued to focus on school, managing to get to finals week, and feeling confident in your skills. Test taking always sucked, but the exams actually felt easy, so you were certain you passed. After your last one, a midday one, you were going to text Chan when you ran into a familiar face.
“Congratulations.”
“Hongjoong… what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to see you of course. You’ve completed your last exam, and the semester is over, right?”
“Uh, yeah, but-”
“We should celebrate. You’re one step closer to graduation.”
“But-”
“San told us your birthday party was a farewell party, and I find that quite unfair.”
“Unfair?”
“We should have a proper going away party for you. I would have mentioned it sooner, but I understand you wanted to focus on your studies. Now that’s done, shall we?”
“Hongjoong-”
“Nothing big. Just dinner and us, I promise.”
“I can’t just-”
“I understand Chan has been keeping a watchful eye, but he’d understand you wanting to unwind today. Besides, I doubt he’ll ever know. So, may we have the honor of your company one last time?”
“Fine, but I can’t be out so late.”
“Of course.”
Despite your better judgment you went with Hongjoong back to his place. The others were very happy to see you, and you couldn’t help the genuine smile on your face.
“First, your present.” Hongjoong said, handing you the car keys. “Here.”
“For me?”
“It should make it easier for you to get to and from school from now on. And it’ll be easier to go out and enjoy yourself.”
“I… I’m not sure I can accept this…”
“Please do.” Seonghwa stated. “We can’t possibly repay you for all the great memories we’ve made together.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Come on, let’s go inside.” Yeosang held his hand out to you. “One last dinner.”
You took his hand and followed them all inside. The place had been cleaned up nicely since your party. It was weeks ago, but still, not a trace was left. It actually seemed a lot emptier than before. You were going to ask when Mingi suddenly took your other hand.
“We still have to set the table.” Mingi explained. “So how about we let the others do that.”
“Ya! Mingi!”
“Have fun!”
Before anyone else could object Mingi pulled you away from the group and led you away. No one was gonna stop you two, so you ran off. Mingi took you around the house, asking how you’ve been and how your exams went. He was glad to hear you were done with the stress and felt confident in passing your classes. You two wound up down in the garage, Mingi suggesting taking you out on one last ride. You looked at all the cars, blushing a bit when you saw the one where San and Wooyoung had given you your birthday present. Although your eyes then lingered to another car.
“Oh… isn’t that…”
You walked over to the car that had caught your attention. You had been down in the garage multiple times before. Of course you didn’t know them all, but something about this car caught your eye.
“This looks like the car the Black Pirates drive.”
“Wa… what?”
“You know, those robberies that have taken place in the area as of late. I saw a picture of one of the cars they drive and it had a partial… plate…”
Now that you were closer and rambling about the car you looked down at the license plate, realizing that it actually matched the partial plate that had been caught on camera.
“I didn’t know the car had been reported in the news.”
“It wasn’t… I, uh, I actually saw it online. You know things always get leaked there.”
“So you kept up with it then? Playing detective in your spare time.”
“Uh, well… yeah, kind of.”
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah… what a crazy coincidence.”
“Coincidence… right.”
“Actually we should go back upstairs. I’m sure the others are done setting up, and we can all take a ride together later.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Mingi took your hand and the two of you went upstairs. You were trying not to act so nervous. You didn’t know what to do anymore, but you knew you needed to call Chan immediately. He could chew you out for all this later. Of course you could be wrong on your assumption that Ateez were the Black Pirates, but you had an uneasy feeling about everything. You needed to leave.
“Mingi.”
“Hm?”
“I just remembered that since today was my last test, me and my friends made plans to celebrate together. I can’t have dinner with you guys tonight, but maybe tomorrow.”
“But you’re already here, and your friends haven’t called.”
“I just got a text and they were asking where I was, so I should get going.”
“The others-”
“It’s not goodbye, so let’s not make it one.”
“Y/n-”
“I’ll call you guys, I promise.”
You pulled your hand away from Mingi and calmly walked to the front door. You held yourself together not to make it look weird. At least you had a means of leaving, the present you had been given. You did fumble with the keys a bit but managed to open the door and start the car. You waved at Mingi and drove off, not really sure where you were going, but needing to get as far away as possible. It was already late, and for the most part the road was empty. You carefully reached over to grab your phone and call Chan, although it said he was unavailable. You tried multiple times, but got the same response every time.
“Come on, Chan, pick up.”
While driving you suddenly heard the roar of an engine, looking in the rear view mirror to see two vehicles getting close. It didn’t take long to recognize the cars, and then the drivers and passengers.
“Fuck…”
You were freaking out, knowing they’d catch up to you soon enough. You tried to call Chan again, but nothing. The cars come up on either side of you, on your left you see Jongho waving at you, asking you to stop. You didn’t feel safe, you couldn’t comply with this, so you just stepped on the gas. They seemed a bit annoyed, but continued to follow. You tried once to call Chan, but there was no answer, so you resorted to a voicemail.
“Chan, please answer your goddamn phone! When you get this, please call me back immediately. You were right, okay? Shit was dangerous and… I fucked up, but it was an accident! I didn’t… shit, they caught up to me…”
You weren’t an experienced driver, especially when it came to speed, but you didn’t let your foot off the gas. You didn’t know how fast you were going, but just seeing the others getting closer put you on edge. You were only really focused on the road, not wanting to lose control, and then the two cars crashed against you, trying to sandwich you between them. You screamed, trying to get them off, but whatever they were doing, they were in control.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Chan, I’m sorry… I know you told me to stay out of it… it’s my fault alright… please just call me back so I can tell you everything… I don’t know long I can do this… the Black Pirates-”
The others pulled back suddenly, but you still turned the wheel. The sudden movement, combined with the speed, you turned to the side and wound up flipping over. Everything happened in a blur, like the light of the world was turning on and off in slow motion. You don’t know how many times your car flipped, but at some point it stopped. Your ears were ringing, and the edges of your vision were black. The world was upside down, and you slowly looked around. You vaguely noticed the other two cars coming to a stop, seeing people rush out.
“Y/n!”
“Don’t touch the car!” Hongjoong ordered. “And someone call an ambulance.”
With that said, Mingi ended up grabbing Wooyoung before he got close, holding him back. Yeosang dialed emergency services, and Yunho ended up grabbing San as well.
“Hyung!” Wooyung yelled. “We can’t just leave her!”
“You know why we followed her out here.”
“Hyung!”
“Seonghwa, Jongho, get the license plates.”
“HYUNG!”
You could see some footsteps approaching, but you couldn’t make much out. There was a dull ache all over your body, although you felt more like you were floating. Still, among the chaos of everything, you didn’t want it to end this way.
“… help… save… me…”
The two boys grabbed the license plates off the car and stepped away. No one was happy with this, but it was Hongjoong’s orders.
“… please… don’t leave… me…”
“We’re not seriously leaving her like this.” San said. “Are we?”
“The ambulance and police will be here soon, we have to go.”
“Hyung!”
“We don’t have time, let’s go.”
You vaguely heard the sounds of sirens in the distance, followed by cars speeding off. It was hard to stay awake, but you held out, trying to wait for someone, anyone, to help. The sirens did get lower, and at some point you could see others approach. Your head was pounding and you could taste blood in your mouth, but you figured it was okay to close your eyes now. Even if you didn’t open them again, you could stay awake much longer. You heard voices, maybe speaking to you, but you just closed your eyes and sank into darkness.
❤
You gasped awake, panicking as you felt the restraints on your body. You were freaking out and taking in your surroundings as all these memories flooded your mind. At one point you screamed, wishing you could grab your head, but your arms were restrained. You calmed yourself and took in some deep breaths, slowly looking up at the men surrounding you. They had been watching you calmly this whole time.
“So, do you remember now?” Hongjoong asked. “Do you remember us?”
“I… I remember…”
“That’s good. We-”
“You left me…”
“Huh?”
“You left me for dead… you tried to kill me!”
You started screaming and thrashing in your restraints. This caught them off guard and San and Wooyoung quickly reached over to grab you and hold you still.
“Ya, ya, ya.” Seonghwa knelt down before you. “Easy now, you really think we left you for dead?”
“You did! You…” Tears stung your eyes. “You left me…”
“Oh baby, why did you run?”
“Huh?”
“Why did you run away that night? What reason did you have to run from us?”
“I…”
“Mingi said you were talking about the Black Pirates, and that you suspected us. Is that why you ran away?”
“Why… why did you chase me…”
“You didn’t seem to be in your right mind when you left, and to be driving, we were worried. We tried to get you to stop, but you wouldn’t. Then the unimaginable happened…”
“And you left…”
“You had one of our cars.” Yunho said. “We race with those, and they’re designed to survive a crash and flip. You were never gonna die.”
“Liar! How would I know that!”
“Cause you’re alive and well today, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you!”
“Easy now, easy.” Yeosang interrupted. “We just wanna talk. Now that everything is back in order we should clear things up, don’t you agree?”
“Let me go! You fuckers kidnapped me! You ran me off the road and tried to kill me and now this! You’re going-”
“Aish.” Hongjoong hissed. “Let’s just cut to it then.”
Hongjoong stepped up before you and grabbed a handful of your hair, holding your head back. Some of the others didn’t like his actions but they said nothing, just watching.
“That night you came to our place, you went down to the garage with Mingi. One of our cars caught your eye. You recognized it as a car the Black Pirates used, even mentioning the partial plate. So now, my question is, how did you know that?”
“The news-”
“The news never reported on our crimes.” Hongjoong chuckled when your eyes went wide. “Yes baby girl, we’re the Black Pirates. The news reported the robberies, but never stated they were connected, never asked the public for help identifying a car or a partial plate, so how did you know about it? You a cop?”
“It was on the-”
“Y/n, sweetie, stop playing games.” Hongjoong let you go. “We know none of the car information was ever shared with the press, or leaked online. How so? We have an inside source. That means we know that the only people who had access to that information are somehow involved with the police. Now answer the question, are you a cop?”
“…”
“Perhaps you were an informant. That makes sense too. You stuck out like a sore thumb when you first came to the races, yet you were very social and befriended everyone.”
“That sounds like an informant.” Jongho added. “I remember you got so many phone numbers at your first party.”
“…”
“Why are you so silent now? You were yelling a few minutes ago.”
“Maybe we’re wrong.” San commented. “Maybe she’s an undercover cop. The authorities suspected street racers, and then she showed up.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Mingi interrupted. “Isn’t she close friends with Stray Kids? They suddenly came on the scene and rose to our ranks. Looking back on it now, that seems suspicious, doesn’t it?”
“Chan and the others have nothing to do with this!” You snapped.
“With what? Are you admitting to working for the police?”
“…”
“Come on now, the silent treatment again?”
“Baby, we already know the truth.” Wooyoung commented. “Chan and his little stray kids are undercover cops. We knew there was someone like that in our midst but we weren’t sure until you confirmed it for us.”
“Wa… what?”
“Don’t you remember? That night you went out drinking with friends and Yunho took you home. He was gonna drop you off at your apartment but you had him take you somewhere else. We peeked in later when it was empty and imagine our surprise at what we found.”
“No… no I didn’t-”
“Sh, it’s okay.” Yunho assured. “You were intoxicated that night, and you didn’t mean any harm. Thanks for the information, although that just begs the question, what are you? A cop or informant? My money is on the latter.”
“…”
“You don’t have to be shy. We-”
“Don’t hurt him… any of them… please…”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Seonghwa chuckled. “Are you ready to be honest?”
“Just leave him alone…”
“Alright. So what are you then?”
“A volunteer…”
“Huh?”
“I’m not a cop… or informant… I just wanted to help…”
“Is that why you were so genuine with us? It was never a mask. Do you consider us your friends?”
“… I did…”
“Did? Past tense? You know we were genuine with you too, right?”
“What does that-”
“We’re not bad guys.” Yeosang added. “We’ve never hurt anyone. Just robbed some banks.”
“Why…”
“That’s hardly the point here. We may have met under special circumstances, but we’re friends. More than friends I’d say.”
“What?”
“You know…” Jongho began. “That night, we wanted to invite you to come with us.”
“Huh?”
“You were done with school and we were leaving this place. We wanted you to join us. To go on a new adventure together. Of course you ran off before we could propose the idea.”
“Me? Why… why would I go with you?”
“Don’t you remember your birthday party? I think that night speaks for itself.”
“I… that doesn’t…” You took a breath. “Do you think we have something? That beyond being friends there was more to this relationship?”
“Well, isn’t there?”
“No… you were my friends once, but I was reminded time and time again we come from different worlds. Anything between us was never gonna work out, so I had to let go first.”
“And look how that went.” Mingi commented. “You got scared and ran off, got yourself hospitalized too. Gosh, it was so annoying when Chan came busting down our doors with the police. It makes more sense now how he managed to do that.”
“What did you say?”
“Did he not tell you? Once you were stable he stormed our house looking for any evidence to insinuate that we ran you off the road. Of course he was trying to use the fact we were in the middle of moving to make his point, but that got him nowhere.”
“…”
“As you know, we were always planning to move.” Yunho added. “It’s why we wanted to ask you that night, but of course even if things didn’t go our way, we still had things set up. So the move continued, even if Chan was crawling all over our property and checking all our vehicles. He walked away empty handed.”
“Leave him out of this. I won’t tell him anything, so just let me go.”
“Let you go? We have all kinds of history-”
“That’s the past. You left me for dead on the road, and never came back. We’ve already parted ways.”
Wooyoung chuckled. “We never came back? Is that what you think? Oh baby, that’s far from the truth.”
“The hell are you talking about?”
“Aish. We were gonna get you from the hospital but Seonghwa got interrupted.”
“What?”
“We told you that we wanted to leave with you.” Seonghwa stated. “It was hard to find a moment when Chan wasn’t around to sneak in, and then you woke up to my surprise.”
“You… you were the one…”
“We were all so upset when Seonghwa reported your amnesia.” Hongjoong continued. “But you disappeared with Chan after you left the hospital so there was no way to check in on you. We had to wait till school started up again and hope to see you on campus. Thankfully we did, and the moments you interacted with some of us, it really showed you didn’t remember us at all. It was very upsetting, until we found out your memories were returning.”
“And so you kidnapped me?”
“We should be there for the important moment.”
“You drugged me and forced me-”
“Ya, that’s all in the past now. What matters is that you remember everything, and we’re together.”
“Let me go.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Let. Me. Go. I want nothing to do with you, so I won’t say anything. Just let me go.”
“What part of no did you not understand?” San questioned. “We’ve been waiting for you for months. You don’t get to walk away like this.”
“We’re not friends anymore, and weren’t not anything else. So let me go.”
“Or what?” Yeosang asked. “What are you gonna do? Cause you’re still tied up in our garage baby. You gonna escape?”
“You-”
“We have no intention of letting you go. You’re staying with us either way. So get comfy.”
“Let me-”
“We only came back to this old town looking for you.” Hongjoong stated. “Now that we found you we can make preparations to leave and be on our way.”
“You can’t do this! Chan will realize I’m missing soon and-”
“What? He’ll come knocking on our door like he did when you got into your accident? We already told you he walked away empty handed, and that’s gonna happen again. No one is taking you away from us, not even you.”
“You’re all fucken psychos!”
“Yeah, yeah maybe we are.” Hongjoong grabbed your face. “But there’s just something about you that calls out to me. From the moment our eyes met, I just knew I had to have you. Being near you felt right, as if we had been together before, as if it was meant to be. Like some kind of deja vu.”
“You won’t get away with this!”
“I’m sure you felt it too. Heck, when my boys got close you admitted to feeling something familiar about them. Not to mention how we met again.”
“You-”
“I know you get deja vu.”
“…”
“So let’s stop pretending, okay?” Hongjoong let you go. “You guys know what to do with her. Make sure she’s comfortable until we leave.”
“Got it.”
“No! No, you can’t do this!”
“Just hold on for a while longer.” Seonghwa kissed your head. “We’ll begin again properly.”
“Let me go! You psychos! Let me go!”
Some of them walked off, meanwhile San and Wooyoung held you down again. Yunho walked up to you with another needle and you tried to get him away, but you could only watch as something was injected into your arm.
“Don’t be scared, everything’s gonna be okay, you’ll see.”
“No! Please, please don’t do this.”
“Sh, just get some rest. We can talk more later.”
You felt someone undoing your restraints, and once you were free you tried to jump Yunho, but you could feel your strength leaving you. Despite your efforts you couldn’t stay awake, and he easily scooped you up in his arms. His gentle voice was lulling you to sleep, and eventually you shut your eyes. Fading into the unknown with no idea what awaited you.
“There, there, sweet dreams love. Dream of us.”
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SUMMARY : eddie leaves you behind to save you all, but you couldn’t let that fucking happen. not on your watch.
steve’s big dream
SUMMARY : steve should’ve kept quiet knowing you and eddie are literally behind him. his fault.
dear diary
SUMMARY : dear, diary. developing a crush on your own best friend is the hardest feeling to suppress in the world especially with eddie munson. xoxo
innocent touches**
SUMMARY : in which eddie and you innocently fool around with each other in the heat of the night.
lust for life**
SUMMARY : you should’ve listened knowing that jock was no good, leaving you hanging the morning after. now here you are, concealing the fact that you still like your bestfriend eddie.
BLURBS & UNTITLED FICS
dracula! eddie**
older! mechanic! eddie** pt. 2 pt. 3
eddie finding out you have a praise kink
eddie munson with bilingual! reader
rockstar! eddie & wife! reader pt. 2
older! mechanic! eddie eating you out while on the phone w/ your parents**
older! mechanic! eddie eyefucking you while eating dinner with your parents
eddie munson x shy! reader mutual pinning + chrissy (my girl) secret wingman
rockstar! eddie x wife! reader him talking about reader in an interview about his sex life
older!mechanic! eddie phone sex**
older! mechanic! eddie where he picks you up from a party
rockstar! eddie x wife! reader buying his first mansion and fucking the reader in every room**
older! mechanic! eddie where he’s insecure about his age and the reader comforts him
older! mechanic! eddie making an excuse to see you before the hook-up
eddie munson x bilingual! reader accidentally using ‘po’ in a sentence + meet-cute
older! mechanic! eddie where reader’s dad reacts to them being together
rockstar! eddie x wife! reader where he gets jealous of his own fans
MULTI-CHAPTER
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#fnhrlcllnwrites#joseph quinn’s characters ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 🎀#eri’s favorites 💌 ∘°∘♡∘°∘
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Hello gorgeous !
Could you write an soulmate au ( seeing colour )with billy and stu but the reader is from our time line and we meet them and the gang , and when when they are alone we just confess we know everything and them nsfw happens ?
Bonus if we have a ghostface tatto on our inner tigh 🖤
you look like you've seen a ghost | Billy Loomis and Stu Macher
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synopsis: it was just a normal school day until you saw your favorite movie brought to life. You may not know how that was possible, but you do know everything that is happening. And, damn, you shouldn’t think that it will be a great experience but it is better than lying to yourself, right?
warnings: this is about two slashers so... blood, disrespect towards others lifes and a lovely, bloody and kinky make out session. a little bit of knife play, but just a little. and some swearwords, i made the reader a little bit offensive. actually: if you are reading about a slasher you should know that those warnings would be like that so....
note: thanks for your request my love! I take some time cuz I was sick and it was also my first time writing for slashers, hope I did well :) also: IF BAD WHY HOT???
It was a weird dream. No. Not a dream: it was a really weird nightmare. The moment you wake up the memories we’re already vanishing, but that ferrous taste didn’t leave your mouth even after breakfast. The thing was that the dream had something more than just black and white. Everyone just see those two color until they meet their soulmates, so you are not exactly sure if you are just confused or with you really saw it.
You saw blood on your dream and it wasn’t black.
Even tho you we’re focused on trying to remember your dream, the real life called and you need it to respond. School. An essential part of everyone’s life, but somehow everyone would create and excuse to stay at home. You weren’t in the mood to go to school and spend hours listening to boring monologues about your teacher’s divorce, but you had no choice.
Armed with headphones, you walked to school. At the school street you could see your friends, they tend to stay in front of school until everyone arrives, but it seens like the whole school had just decided to stay outside the building.
Before you could say anything, Stacy put her hands on your shoulder. “Guess who just died.” You blinked, surprised by the way she said it. “I don’t know who died but I know that a guessing game is not a great way to share the news.”
James hugged Stacy from behind, laughing at your response. “Darling, that was kinda creepy.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Shut up”, she said. “Casey Becker was murdered last night. Murdered.”
“Wow” you said. “I am so sorry for her and her family. But, well, I don’t want to be rude, but who is Casey Becker?”
“What?” Stacy murmured. “You know her. We have science and math class with her. The blonde girl. Well, you don’t see color yet, so... the one with fringe, we watched Halloween with her and her boyfriend on the cinema. Do you at least remember Steven Orth?”
You shake your head, walking towards the building. “I really don’t remember her. Probably I am just a little bit confused.” You don’t remember Casey Becker, or Steven Orth, or watching a movie with them. You do remember hearing that name before, but not the girl. Embarrassed, you chose to lie. “I’m just having a horrible migraine, I almost can’t think straight.”
“Okay”, Stacy said, not really believing anything you told her but also not really sure if you we’re lying. On the school hallways, already on a new subject with James, Stacy stopped talking in the middle of the setence and pointed to a locker. “They are already making a memorial.”
Roses, bouquets, notes with heartbreaking messages decorated what before was Casey Becker’s locker. It was so kind and affectionate that even without knowing the girl who just died, you got sad. But when a person moved and you saw a picture of Casey Becker, sadness was nothing to you.
“She is Drew Barrymore.”
“What?” James asked. “Who?”
“She is Drew Barrymore”, you repeated. “50 First Dates, Charlie’s Angels, Santa Clarita Diet. Its a joke?” And then you remembered where you heard the name. “Its Scream’s birthday? Well, you guys get really creative. I almost believed.”
Stacy touched your forehead. “Dear, what the hell are you talking about? Who is Drew Barrymore? Did you take medication for your migraine?”
“You are really into the character”, you responded. “Fine, I want to be the helpless victim.” Stacy and James shared a look. “Are you fine?”, James said. “Do you feel dizzy?”
The alarm sounded.
“I have english class now” you waived to them. “See ya later.”
When you disappeared around the corner, James turned to Stacy. “It is a normal part of girls... you know, special moment of the month?”
“No, James” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Act crazy is not a normal part of menstruation.” She finished the way to her class alone. “And I am the creepy one.”
As you already thought, the teacher was using class time to talk about his divorce. Not a single lesson. And he still surprised that his ex-wife didn’t want to be with him, that men simply can't shut up.
Drawing something on your desk, what you shouldn't but you we're so bored that you almost didn't realize what you we're doing, your mind flew a little bit. Thinking about how weird it was that everyone knew about Scream's birthday except for you, Ghostface was one of your drawings.
Distracted, you dropped a pen. When you bend to grab it, another hand touch it. You look up, your mouth already moving to thank with the person, but no sound could be heard. You we're almost drooling yourself because, damn, that was Sidney Prescott.
It was like the movie came out of your and decided to go to school. It was her. The hair, the smile, the cheeks. Sidney Prescott was sitting beside you.
"Are you okay?" Even her voice was the same. She look like Sidney more than Nave itself.
"Thanks" that was all you could say. After grabbing the pen, you glance at your hands and count how many fingers you have. Ten. Not a dream. Ten fingers means that you are wake up. "You really look like Nave Campbell."
She smiled at you. Sidney Fucking Prescott smiled at you. "I don't know her, it was a praise or a offense?"
"A praise", you sit straight, tyding up your hair. "She is a actress. Did you ever watched Scream?"
She shaked her head. "Never ever heard about a movie with that name. Do you recomend it?"
Okay, that must be a really awesome coincidence. No way that she is Sidney. It is just a girl that looks like her. Things like that happen everytime. You even know a girl famous for looking like Selena Gomez. Just a coincidence.
"It is a movie for people who loves movies. Do you like horror? If you do, then you gonna love it."
"I do" she looked at the teacher, just making sure that he was still talking about how his ex-wife take his dog. "Whats your name? I don't remember seeing you."
You said your name to her. "I need it to change my class schedules, probably we didn't have a class together before. Whats your name?"
"Oh, I didn't even knew that it was possible. It is really nice to meet you, my name is Sidney Prescott. Whats your next class? Mine is history."
Okay. Just a coincidence. A really weird coincidence. Maybe she is just playing around. She is a copy of Nave, she probably just heard people saying this her whole life and decided to joke about it a little. Just a coincidence.
Things still kinda weird. Talking with her, you just remind something Stacy told you. She said that you, her, Casey and Steven had watched Halloween together on the cinema. What is weird because you never watched Halloween on a cinema. You watched it home, on a streaming service. And you also remember that Drew was on Alien so no one need to act like she didn't exist to make a joke about her appearing on Scream. And also, how could you leave your phone at home?
"And then he said: If you don't know anything, you probably just need to study more. I mean, hello, I would know if you did use your class to talk about english."
Moving to next class, that you both have together, silence didn't had space to exist.
"He is so strange. Why does he thinks that we would know something about a divorce? Just go to a therapist", she laught at your commentary. "Or to a lawyer. I am pretty sure that taking someone's dog is not a legal thing to do."
Sidney and you sit, the teacher was talking to a student about notes. "Would you like to do something after school?", you asked.
"That would be really nice", Sidney touched your arm. "What about watching a movie? My house will be empty, we could make popcorn and grab some junk food."
"That would be perfect."
"You can choose the movie while I make our lunch" Sidney said, walking around her kitchen and thinking about what you both could eat first. "You're welcome, feel free to choose whatever you like."
"Do you feel like watching what type of movie?" You scream to her at the living room, opening the shelf with all her movies. A breeze made shivers go up on your spine. Its a cold house. "Can you borrow me a sweatshirt?"
"Of course" Sidney reply. "My room is upstairs. Open the second drawer."
You opened her room and found everything, to the furnitures to the clothes, absolutely the same way as the movie. The phone ring downstairs. She really loves to use her looks to make fun of people. What would happen next? Ghostface gonna try to kill her?
You opened the second drawer and took one of her sweatshirts. They smeel like roses. You felt so warm now, a house surrounded by trees can be really cold. Walking around her bedroom, you breath in and let the calm enter you body.
Then you heard a scream.
"Sidney?"
And a crash!
"Sidney! Are you okay?"
The noise didn't stop. Things we're being break. You heard slaps, angry screams, something heavy beating against the floor.
A baseball bat was standing beside the bedroom door. You didn't even think twice, you grab it and run down stairs. And you saw something that you couldn't explain. Something that you we're trying not to see. Something that should be impossible.
You saw Ghostface choking Sidney Prescott.
Exactly like the first scene we're they fight on the first movie. Exactly like Scream, from 1996, we're Billy Loomis and Stu Macher we're trying to kill Sidney Prescott.
It was... It was real.
No.
Absolutely no fucking way this could be real.
It is just a bad dream.
You beat his back with the bat, releasing Sidney's from the killer. You pushed her, making her rise while trying to breath again, and beat Ghostface one more time.
"Are you fine?" Sidney didn't asnwer, but you both couldn't stay there. She grabbed you hand and push you upstairs, running to her room. "We need to get out of this house."
"Oh, I assure you need to" Ghostface screamed, getting up on the first floor.
Sidney locked her door and you both put furnitures in front of it. The door shake with him using his whole body to open. He was screaming and cursing, but Sidney was way smart to stand up without doing anything to protect herself.
"We can use the window", she said, already opening it.
You looked down, seeing that a fall like that would end up with some broke bones. "Better then die, right?" You we're not so sure, but when she agree with you it was like a little confidence bost. "And if we thrown your matttress?"
Sidney dropped everything that was on her bed and you both guide it to the open window. It was difficult, but it fell on the right place. Without even thinking, you helped her. It was just a dream, after all.
Standing on the window's jamb, she was scared to jump. "That is the only way", you told her.
And then, that horrible sound made of offenses, pushes and beats stopped. Ghostface was running towards you both, trying to grab Sidney to finally kill her, and you did the only thing you could.
You pushed her.
"You fucking cunt!"
It happen so fast. In a second you we're almost following Sidney out of the house, the next your hair was grabbed and you we're thrown on the floor. Your head burned and, with closed eyes, you felt him above you. Something cold, something sharp, touched the bottom of your neck.
It is just a dream. Just a weird dream.
"Open your eyes" Ghostface laughed. "Not so brave now, uh?" He pressed the knife, not cutting your skin but scaring you so bad that you stopped breathing. "I said open your eyes!"
Wishing you could wake up now, you did open your eyes. Ghostface mask was right above your face, his eyes on the same line as yours, and it was impossible to not look direct up on them.
And you saw red.
Part of your view still black and white, but a lot start burning. The red blood on his hands. The orange wallpaper, the yellow lighting. Everything was warm and soft and amazing. Everything was beautiful.
And then you realized what that means.
"You" he said. Not an offense, not an order, not a question. Just a word. Ghostface, you are not so sure if it was Billy or Stu, slipped the cold knife around the skin of you neck. "You", he said, again, and you we're not able to understand if that means something good or bad. The knife got down, he slipped it until the tip was pressing against your belly. You couldn’t breath. His other hand hold your face and it almost felt carefull. One finger slide against your lips. "You look like you seen a ghost."
And Sidney hit him with the same baseball bat you used to save her.
"You fucker!" Sidney screamed.
You don't even remember rising up from the floor. Or going down stairs and getting out of her house. You don't remember when the cops came or when they took you to the police station. You don't remember when you're parents took you home. You don't remember washing yourself or changing your clothes.
All you could thing about was how the words seens so beautiful. And how the image of a ghost didn't leave your vision.
Part of you thought that you would wake up and everything would be normal again. But the moment you enter the living room and heard the news, noticing how that voice sounds exactly like Monica Geller's voice, you understood that everything that happened to you was real.
You don't know how, but you are into a movie. Your favorite movie on the whole world. And without even noticing, you put yourself on a killer's aim. Of course you couldn't be in a romcom. No, it has to be a slasher. What a lucky girl.
Your parents we're so worried about everything. They didn't let you go to school, what was something that you didn't mind at all, and they look like they we're suffering from a heart attack. You stayed at home, beside them all the time. You felt so bad for them that you almost forgot about the colors you are seeing.
Almost.
At night, a cop called your parents. You didn't listen to what he said, but your parents said that it was important: the killer was arrested. They drove to understand how everything would work now, if they will need to do something and how the judgment would work. And, yes, they leave you at home. Alone. At night.
Something didn't feel right, the movie didn't work that way, but the movie didn't have you. So you stayed. Alone. At night.
A movie was playing on TV, but no one would dare to say that you we're watching. Laying on the couch, all you could do was to think about everything that happened.
Even tho you are so worried about, well, being on a different dimension or whatever that happened for you to be on a fucking movie, that part of you was muted by the part that just wanted to look at everything and see colors.
It is so great to watch the lighting. How it shine and burn and how the yellow seens to fly around it. Or to look at the mirror and see the color of your hair. See your eyes. Your skin. Your nails. Everything is so colorfull and delicate that you almost cryed.
Watching your nails, the natural rose tonality, you didn't heard when the door of your bedroom, on the second room, opened. Almost sleeping, you didn't even notice the crack of the degraus. So distracted, you didn’t realize that you we’re being followed when you entered your kitchen to eat something.
That's the problem of seeing so many great things: your ears stop working.
You opened the refrigerator, but there was nothing great there. You closed it and opened again. Nothing change. You grabbed and apple, the most sweet thing you could found, and turned to get back to the couch.
The moment you passed the door that separated the kitchen from the living room, a hand pulled you and make your back crash into the wall. You hold your breath, at the same time you could feel your whole body shaking. Another time, you felt the cold tip of a knife against your throat. It was more rude, more playfull, like the person behind the mask enjoyed to see your throat being pressed.
"Hello, princess", Ghostface said to you. His other hand was against the wall, at the same line as your head, and you could felt his body bending over you. "My turn to see those beautiful eyes."
You we're scared like hell, but you know that if you found your soulmate you wouldn't kill them. You only wished they think the same way. So, slowly, you look at him.
And what you saw was cold. The blue of your TV screen. The shapes of the tile. The green walls. Your shorts. It felt like you we're drowning. Warm and cold became one. No more a world made of just black and white.
And that made you more confident.
“Whats stopping you, Billy? Are you scared?”, you mocked him. “Or this is you, Stu? I tought you would be more creative then just throwning me against a wall with a knife against my throat. Not my first time and I am not impressed.”
Ghostface seens to freeze. He lower his heigh, making his face stay right in front of you. You could heard him breathing. "I prepared to you a set of jokes! All you needed to do was wait. How could you do this to me?" He take his mask off, releasing Stu’s face from the fabric. “Don't be so rude, dear, that gonna break my heart.”
“I hope it hurts you as much as you rocking my head againd the wall did to me.”
“It was supossed to be a surprise” Stu explained. "I was trying to create a good first impression."
"Didn't work, Shagy."
"Shagy?"
“You gonna understand it in a few years”, you swallowed, the knife was touching you again. “Where is he?”
"Seens like I made a good first impression, Shagy. You should learn something from me" Billy came out of a dark corner. He was wearing another Ghostface fantasy, but without the mask. "Hello, doll."
"I tought that I was a cunt" you remind him of last night. "Gonna try to cut me and give up like a fucking pussy again?"
"You should wash your tongue with soap."
"And you should try to stab yourself. I promise that it would be really fun." You smiled. "At least for me."
"Damn, she is..." Stu stopped talking. He look at you like you we're a secret combination he was trying to memorize. "Perfect."
"I told you", Billy come closer. Stu had his hand at your right side, Billy did the same at the left one. You we're like a noisy prey: say whatever you wanted, you still a prey. "And she knows how to defend herself too. My back still hurts, doll. You shouldn't be so mean to me."
"Drop the knife and I can think about being nice", you demand.
Without hesitation, Stu responded: "Explain how you know our names."
You thought about it. Not so sure, you choose to be honest. "This is a movie."
"What?"
"This is a famous movie on my reality. Don't know how I end up here." They would never believe on you. "You both are trying to kill Sidney because of an affair her mom had with your dad. Casey died after saying that Jason was the killer on Friday 13th, but it was his mom. She almost survived, almost. Honestly, you should try therapy. You would save money, time and lives."
Stu and Billy looked at one another. They know that it was impossible to someone to know all of that. "It is a great movie?" Stu asked.
"It is. I am kinda of a fan. I even have a tatoo." You said, sure that it would make them interest enough to forget about the knife. And you knew that you we’re right when you saw Billy's eyes shining. "Show me."
“No!” Stu shouted. “Show me.”
“I will show for you both.” You said, looking at Stu. “If you drop the knife. Now.”
"As you wish", and Stu did it. It almost fell on your feet, and it might be your a optimism talking, but you think that he new that it wouldn't hurt you.
You pulled up the fabric of your skirt and show them the tatoo on your left inner thigh. It was a little Ghostface with a bloody knife. How ironic.
Billy came closer and touch your skin. His fingers slipped across the tatoo, touching more than only the painted skin. “So” Billy said with a smirk, mocking you. "Are you a fan?"
"Don’t flatter yourself.”
Billy’s hand hold your thigh, his fingers cherish your skin but it didn’t change how possessive the act felt. He wasn't just touching your thigh, he was holding you. “It seens like you are the one flattering me. You know our names, our faces, our stories. You even have us on your body. And don’t forget the fact that the universe itself decided that we should be together.”
“You talk a lot” Stu complement, his mouth against your ear. “But you didn’t scream. Or run. Or fight back. Does that dirty mouth of yours just bark?” Stu touched your face, his nails scratching your cheeks, and you didn’t deviated. “All you had to do is say no. Say you don't want it. Say you don't want us.”
But you couldn’t.
Billy pushed Stu aside and hold your waist. “I saw her first.” He pulled you closer, almost pulling you off the floor, and your chest joined his. “Did a cat got you tongue?"
You tried, but you couldn't respond him. You just closed your eyes.
When his lips we’re almost touching yours, Stu grabbed him by his clothes and took you on his arms. “Not my fault if you are slow.”
Stu hold your face, and he was faster than Billy. His lips meet yours, his tongue explore your mouth, his hands slide by your body. Stu leaned over you, so your only option was to cling to him.
Bewitched, being separated from Stu thanks to their inherent competitiveness between then both was disappointing.
"My turn."
Billy was more agressive. He didn't leaned over you, he pulled you close. Holding your thighs, Billy lifted you off the ground and made your legs cling to his waist. Billy laid you down on the couch, fitting between your legs, and the kiss that took your breath away ended so that he focoused on your neck.
"My parents," you said, trying to recover your sanity. "They could see us."
"They won't." Billy licked your neck. "We planned everything, doll. It was supossed to be a surprise, but thinking about that skirt you choose to wear tonight I think that your we're waiting for us."
Billy was squeezing whatever part of your body that he could.
"You will not exclude me." Stu said. His voice was weak, Stu was enjoying that little show of yours.
You sit on the couch, and Stu sit beside you. He kissed your face, your neck, your shoulder. His hands grabbed your thighs, your waist, your chest. Stu was whorshiping you.
And while he explore the your upper body, Billy knelt between your kness. He took off your underwear with his teeth, nibbling the soft skin of your thigh and licking where the tatoo was.
Billy's was having fun doing you. His tongue was dancing into your legs. You grabbed his hair, moaning direct into Stu's lips.
"Fuck." Stu groaned. "How can you be so perfect?"
You put your hand inside his pants, grabbing his cock and jerking it off. The little moans he let escape from his mouth made you felt even hotter. "You can thank me later."
Kissing your mouth, Stu took off your blouse. Licking everything he could, he smirked. "I will."
Billy sucked you with so much pleasure that you started to ride his face. You could feel his nose rubbing against your clit and you knew his face must be soaked, but it didn't seem to bother him. "I want to feel you."
When Stu touch your clit, rubbing that sensitive spot, added to Billy's tongue, you couldn't do nothing but to cum loudly.
Still shaking, you kissed Billy's wet face while making Stu cum in your hand. With a smile, you got up and walked towards the stairs. "I will wait in my room."
They got up immediately.
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Steve Harrington Masterlist
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Navigation • Masterlist
Series
Ranged - After Hell brought Horror to the Heartland, America’s dirt roads and open woods began to fall to rot and ruin. To prevent further inter dimensional slips, the government dispatched several workers, such as yourselves, to travel the country saving small communities.
Wildfire - When Hawkins opened up and slowly slipped into the Ether, you were there on the front lines. Now, nearly two years later, after the tragic loss of your best friend, you're left without a partner and a rage building inside you like a wildfire. When you're given the option to retire or partner with your rival, Steve Harrington, you struggle to put aside your differences for the sake of the world.
Late Checkout - The cursor blinked. A writing retreat at an exclusive 5-star ski resort. A New Years Eve party in the moody lodge bar. A handsome heir. A bratty bad boy. A snowstorm blocking every guest from the outside world.
Oneshots
Chamomile - A look at two semesters spent meeting, knowing, and pining after Steve Harrington. Slowburn, college parties, dorm rooms, a bit of unrequited Ronance, and unforgettable memories with friends.
• Lemonade - A look at your week in Hawkins, soaking up the summer sun with your newfound friends. A follow-up to Chamomile.
Domesticity - After the final Battle of Hawkins, Steve Harrington has been recruited to find all of Brenner's "experiments" that didn't perish under Henry Creel's hand. Undercover in Suburbia, with you under his arm playing the role of dutiful wife, Steve uncovers more truths about himself than he bargained for.
Group Therapy - Steve’s friends encouraged him to attend group therapy, to push past the nightmares and insomnia. In such a small community of sufferers, he didn’t expect to meet you.
Better Off - Four years since Argyle's wedding, Robin invited you and the gang to her boss's lake house. Hoping good memories will be made, you're forced to wrestle with some ghosts of your past.
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there's a tl;dr at the end if you're a coward who's too scared to read my glorious essay
wassup my name is destruktow i got in an argument with tumblr user flishthedragon (over discord) on the topic of aurora being an isekai (we were watching anime (they made me watch serial experiment lain (it was decent but i am too stupid for it)) and i brought up isekai) and i am convinced you bastards in the notes of when they posted my ramblings have no clue what an isekai is because an isekai is not defined by said isekai guy previously existing in the "real" world (despite that making up the majority of isekai stories) and let me tell you that i Have Not read past like the big robot thing (despite tumblr user flishthedragon being very adamant that i do so) so i have no clue if this still holds up to canon but as of right now we have no confirmation as to where jeffrey (canon name kendal i think but i call him jeffrey due to him looking like a jeffrey) originated from outside of "yeah jeffrey is like. this dude's empty body becoming sentient" which is bullshit so even by the bad definition everyone in the notes was pushing it's still not confirmed to not be an isekai and
*i pause to take a breath. as i breathe, you glance at my shirt. it has an image of popular comic strip character Garfield along with his adopted sibling/punching bag Odie and sugar daddy Jon Arbuckle. you appreciate said shirt*
also is space jam an isekai? it's absolutely an isekai dude lmao i love space jam that movie's great
okay back on topic so isekai originates from ancient japanese literature such as the story of Urashima Tarō, fisherman guy who saved a turtle and got to go to fishland for a week (my apologies to the urashima tarō fans out there my only exposure to this man is that they put him in battle cats and that was pretty cool, he's a decent black/angel tank that manages to not be outclassed by ramen and nono) and holy shit look at that you don't have to die to be isekai (no one was saying this but at least two of you were thinking it don't lie) and while reincarnation stories are not inherently isekai they can be viewed as isekai stories in certain contexts and those stay in the same world that's crazy
omniscient reader is also an isekai btw (if you finish it it's actually not but if you don't read like 500 chapters you can't prove me wrong and if you do i get someone to talk to about omniscient reader)
so obviously jeffrey exists (was summoned (technically)) for the purposes of getting vaush (that's not his name but it sounds like vaush and i used to be a vaush fan so we're going with it)'s soul back (has a goal given to him by a god) and he gets a companion (whether she is hot or not may depend on your taste and/or sexuality. me personally she is not hot) and he has big fucked up powers (real) BUT he keeps the memories of the previous host! wow! but screw you that's also an isekai thing i'm reading trash of the count's family and it does that (you suck stop typing stop trying to disprove me it won't work) and his existence prior, as i have mentioned, is disputable (he may or may not have existed. retaining your memories from previous life is not necessary) and his journey is fucking identical to various other isekai franchises you learn how shit works alongside him that's how isekai works you doubters in the notes
tl;dr: you can't prove it's not an isekai (author please do not confirm/deny it becomes much less funny if you do so) and it's infinitely easier to think of it as a typical isekai with all the isekai tropes so gg ez i win
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Please, send the info dump. I WANNA HEAR THE FERAL NIGHTMARE AU STORY
you my friend have no idea what you have just started :)
(nightmare)
The Feral nightmare au is kind of a what if to how the corruption might work differently. Essentially The corruption essentially inhibits the mind and erases memory. like thinking through a fog if that makes sense. The corruption also enhances negative emotions.
so instead of just gaining tentacles and going tyrant mode during the apple incident he just goes feral beast mode who is currently powered by fear and anger.
After the incident nightmare doesn't have the same drive most of his counterparts would have. also his memory is pretty much wiped. though he does remember certain emotions based on objects. apples make him feel anxious so he stays away from them while he collects other things such as books because they trigger a positive emotion even if he doesn't quite remember why. or how to read. His mind is much more survival driven and doesn't really care much about multiverse domination or even revenge.
he lives in an underground cave network under Dreamtale which by this time has been transformed into a shadow Forrest full of creatures that have been affected by the corruption and negativity. The place where the village and the tree of feelings was in completely barren though and everything avoids it. The cave network is mostly long twisting tunnels nightmare has made with a few massive natural caves that the tunnels connect.
Nightmare is still well known across the multiverse as he has the ability to travel between au's and he tends to cause a bit of a panic. You see nightmare feeds entirely off of negative emotions, mostly being fear. the usual way he get fear is by finding a random person and proceeding to scare the life out of them. he tries to find people who are alone because groups tend to attack more than a lone individual. Nightmare isn't exactly murderous as... he has no need to be. he doesn't eat people so. after he gets his negative emotions he usually leaves. unless the individual decides to attack then nightmare will probably kill them.
(the gang)
the gang only involves horror, killer, and dust. idk if you could really call them a gang because they are really just... well a group of sanses nightmare has kidnapped and brought to his burrow. none of them know why. none of them know anything about nightmare. they don't even know his real name or that he has one. he just kinda kidnapped them.
Not that they really mind that much. killer and dust where pretty much in an empty world at that point. and Horror had no more desire to go back anyway because his brother had died due to starvation.
Horror was the first of the gang that nightmare surprise adopted. he has been living with nightmare for about two years now. the underground river has a abundant amount of fish plus nightmare regularly goes on supply runs and grabs whatever he thinks the smaller skeleton creatures he shares a home with would like. horror is pretty good at navigating the tunnels by now.
Killer was actually the second one to be kidnapped by Nightmare. he finds living with the equivalent of a demon dragon (minus most of the dragonish part) to be rather cool. he calls nightmare Beasty but not in a bad way. he is the only one who can call him that and makes sure everyone else knows this. spends a lot of time carving wood but nightmare takes him to the surface of the au to make sure he doesn't get to bored. nightmare has to be nearby though so "the shadow creatures" don't attack killer.
Dust has only been in the burrow for about 6 months. please help this man he is so lost. what is this place and who are these people, who knows! why is this weird slimy skeleton creature keeping him hostage? he sure doesn't know. all he knows is that at least he isn't trapped in a loop anymore.
(star sanses)
Dream doesn't know what happend to his brother. he holds onto the hope that maybe he is alive out there somewhere in the multiverse but ultimately has no idea. he made friends with blue and ink and helps them protect the multiverse from all the other dangers to the multiverse because the gang wouldn't be the only one. Dream doesn't really know of his position as guardian... no one knew... he's just the guy that was also that statue Blue found in that weird desolate au.
Blue has been a sort of multiverse guard since learning about all the au's. he always wanted to do somthing like this and finda the travel and protection of the denizens of the multiverse to be quite rewarding. though he makes sure to still spend plenty of time back in under swap with his friends and brother. Dream lives with him and his brother as he needed help adjusting to modern society and stuff. Blue has a bit of a fued against nightmare as he is attempting to figure out where he keeps coming from and why he is randomly attacking people, nightmare has not been much help in this regard.
Ink id just there because Dream and Blue are his friends. and their adventures and "quests" they go on is fun and he likes spending time with them. nightmare doesn't really care about ink. Ink can just sort of watch him do stuff and he could not care less. Ink takes this opportunity many times to draw the weird goop creature. Nightmare is a little intrigued by the fact he cannot sense any emotions from ink.
(other stuff)
this au is mainly focused on how nightmare is able to slowly find himself after the corruption shattered his mind. which he is able to do somewhat. he will never be the same though.
Dream and nightmare have an interesting relationship. neither know at first that the other is their brother. Nightmare doesn't even remember having a brother beyond a vague collection of fragmented memories and sensations. but Dream definitely feels familer... and nightmare wants to know why. Dream can sense there is something familer about nightmare as well.
for anyone reading this feel free to ask any questions. it is how i share more about an au :D this ramble is just skimming the surface of lore and stuff >:3
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Prompt - After the move from New York to Texas, the gang try to set Y/N up on several dates.
When your dad had first brought up Texas you hadn’t exactly been over the moon with the plan but there wasn’t much you could do to argue against it considering the circumstances surrounding why you were leaving. Besides there was no way TK would have moved out there without you and you would have hated home without him and your dad.
Now though it felt like this place was more like home than New York ever had been, something that you had thought would be impossible a few months ago. You’d had friends in New York of course but they were nothing compared to the friends you’d made in Texas, friends who you saw on a daily basis, friends who felt more like family even after only knowing them for such a short amount of time.
By all accounts not much should have changed for you really, you were working the same 9-1-1 operator job you’d had back in New York, your boss had been great helping with the transfer to the Texas call centre. You were on your way to getting your own apartment which you couldn’t wait for, much as you did enjoy living with your dad and TK.
And yet somehow everything felt different than it had in New York, it felt like you could be yourself here, let yourself enjoy your life properly instead of putting on a show for your friends.
Texas had no bad memories but New York…well New York was full of them. New York reminded you of days spent hesitating to answer your phone in fear of hearing that TK had been found in a ditch somewhere, that he was already dead or that he was too high to move and you had to find him in a drug den. New York was your mom and dad fighting whilst you and TK desperately tried to drown out the shouting.
Texas was better. Texas had a TK who had been clean since being here. It had your dad who seemed happier than you’d seen him in a long time. You hadn’t always been close with your dad, it took a while after the divorce for you and him to sort things out between each other, after countless apologies and talks the two of you were closer than ever.
Then there was TK. You had never not been close with TK, the two of you had been attached to each other's side for as long back as you could remember. Your twin brother, though if you asked TK he’d include the word older in there, he was older than you by a mere ten minutes and damn if he didn’t take the chance to tell anyone you met, always had your back even if it had been rough when he was using and you always tried to look out for him, tried to keep him alive.
You and your mom didn’t particularly get on well, your relationship with her was already strained but when you and your dad started getting along she hadn’t taken it well. You weren’t overly sad to leave her in New York but despite that you would always be grateful to her. She had been the one to do what you never could, she was the one that got TK into rehab and clean.
So when your dad called you one day you hadn’t been scared to answer the phone, TK had been clean for a while now and all the anxiety you had over answering calls was pretty much gone. Of course then he went and undid all that progress by telling you that TK had overdosed and he was in the hospital.
You had been shocked to say the least, devastated at the thought of TK using again. It seemed wrong, you’d seen him yesterday and he had seemed completely fine. It wasn’t until you got to the hospital and after wrapping you in a tight hug your dad told you that Alex had been cheating on TK. Your heart had ached, more so when you saw TK in the hospital bed and his eyes filled with tears as he hugged you.
It wasn’t long after that your dad told you both of the plan to move to Texas, TK was given no choice in the matter, he was leaving New York and he wasn’t going down that path again. Your dad had told you that if you wanted to stay in New York he’d understand, though the gutted look on his face told you he didn’t want that and the look TK had given him told you TK was ready to fight him on it.
You had about as much choice as TK had in the matter though, if your dad and TK were leaving New York then so were you. It’s not like there was much holding you there anyway.
You still remembered the conversation when TK had come over to your apartment, remembered how small he seemed as he curled up on your sofa and apologised that you had to uproot your entire life just because he was a failure. Your heart broke as you took a seat next to him and let him cuddle into you and you had spoken to him well into the early hours of the morning, promising you wanted to be with him and your dad no matter where that was. You knew he hadn’t been fully convinced, you knew it would take more than one conversation to make him believe it, but TK had nodded as you spoke and smiled at you, even if it was only a small one, and it wasn’t long after the two of you had fallen asleep together on the sofa.
From there it had been easier than you had thought to pack your things up and leave New York behind. Sure there was the sadness that came with leaving the place you had grown up in behind but you didn’t feel like you’d regret your decision.
And you hadn’t. Not weeks into being here, not months into being here. It felt easy to make Austin your home, it was easy to find a routine and settle in. It was worth it to see TK smile wider than he had done in New York, to watch him fall in love again with a guy you trusted to take care of him. It was easy to watch your dad make friends and hang out with them whenever their shift ended.
It was refreshing having a set of friends who actually seemed to care about you. You and Grace had made quick friends at the call centre on your first day when you had been introduced to her and placed on the desk opposite her. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you and it wasn’t long before you were meeting up outside of work, going for coffee or grabbing a bite when your shift ended, and being invited over to her house for dinner or drinks.
Life in Austin was good.
“So,” Grace grinned as the two of you walked into the break room after hours of sitting at your desks, you rolled your eyes knowing where the conversation was going. “How’s the crush going?”
That was another thing that was good in Texas. The dating scene in New York hadn’t been for you, sure you’d been on dates and met guys in clubs but actually, properly dating somebody just seemed impossible back there. Not that here was much different, you hadn’t actually gone on a date here yet but there was Ethan. Though you’d protest out loud to it being called a crush you could admit to yourself that it absolutely was one and a big one at that.
You’d met Ethan a few weeks into working at the call centre and after a small talk in the break room you had made your way back to your desk to see Grace already grinning at you. After she had finished teasing you she told you Ethan had lived in Austin all his life and had been working at the call centre for just over two years now. She had told you that from what she knew of him he seemed to be a fairly good guy, no one had said anything bad about him so far.
From there your attraction to the man had grown and while you were pretty sure he liked you too neither of you had made a move, much to not only yours but also TK and Grace’s disappointment.
“There is no crush.” You told her, a smile pulling at your lips at her groan and moved to get Grace’s and your lunch from the refrigerator.
“Y/N, you know I love you but I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She told you, causing you to laugh as you sat opposite her. “I mean the two of you spend all day sneaking glances at each other, never mind the fact that when you talk he spends more time looking at your lips than anything else.”
“Okay, okay, so there’s an attraction,” you admitted, making her smile widen. “But, I don’t know Grace, I really like him, you know? I mean sure I dated around in New York but there was never anyone who I really liked.”
“Let it happen then, keep talking to him, keep sneaking glances and whatever happens is meant to be.” She told you and you took a deep breath whilst nodding at her.
It had been a long shift and when you walked through the door of your dad’s place, where you would be living for only a few more weeks whilst your apartment was getting ready, you could tell you weren’t going to rest any time soon.
“Hey kiddo,” Owen greeted as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. “We’re getting ready to head to the bar, you in?”
“Yeah sure, just give me a minute to change.” You told him, watching his smile brighten as he let you go and it wasn’t long before the two of you walked into the bar together, TK already there and as you looked around you could see Carlos at the bar.
“Y/N!” TK grinned as you walked up to him and you couldn’t help but grin back, it was good seeing TK this happy, it looked good on him. “How was work?”
“Shut up!” You groaned whilst pushing him away from you causing him to let out a laugh as he moved back and leaned against you.
“Ok, ok but seriously when are you and Ethan getting together?” He asked and your dad gave you a questioning look. “I mean I see the way your face lights up, no one in New York made you smile like that.”
You couldn’t stop the soft smile pulling at your face as you leaned your head against TK’s shoulder. He was right, you could feel how much lighter you were and whilst it wasn’t all to do with Ethan you were really glad for the move to Texas. All three of you were much happier.
“Same goes for you, TK, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were half way ready to call it love.” You murmured as Carlos headed towards your group and took great delight in watching TK’s cheeks heat up.
“What are you two talking about?” Carlos asked as he smiled at TK whilst handing drinks out and you saw a few extras, figuring the rest of the 126 would be joining tonight.
“Oh I was just seeing when Y/N was going to go on a date.” TK told him, grinning at you when you shook your head at him even as a smile threatened to pull at your lips.
You had sworn your dad, TK and Grace to secrecy over your little crush. You weren’t sure why, maybe it was because this was the first time you had really been into a guy and wanted to experience it privately before telling them, but all of them had kept their word even if TK found other ways to draw attention to your dating life.
“Have you met anyone here, Y/N?” Carlos asked with a smile, “I know a guy down at the station and I think the two of you could hit it off.”
You glared at TK as you watched his grin grow wider and Owen couldn’t stop a chuckle that he hid behind his glass as he looked between the two of you. Before you could say anything you were stopped by the rest of the 126 joining the table and silently thanked whoever was listening for the change in conversation as the rest of the night was able to continue without a single mention of your love life.
The next few weeks were fairly eventless, something you weren’t used to considering who your family and friends were but you welcomed the quietness. Not much had changed, the call centre took up most of your hours and after a long day you were able to crash in your new apartment which made Texas feel even more like home. Somehow even though you’d moved out of your dad’s house you still found yourself hanging out there after your shifts.
During the week not much happened, there were still the stolen glances across the room from you and Ethan, waiting to see when the other would get up so you could bump into each other in the break room and have lunch together whilst you got to know each other better.
Today you had started out stressed after your phone hadn’t charged meaning your alarm never went off making you nearly an hour late for work and every call from then on seemed to only reach you if it were a matter of life or death. By the time Grace gestured for you to take a break you were more than happy to, not even sparing a glance across the room today but instead just grabbing your coat and leaving the building, needing to be away whilst you steadied yourself.
“Hey,” Somebody called but you didn’t turn around, the streets of Austin were busy so you didn’t think much of it until you felt somebody touch your arm. “Hey, are you alright?”
It was Ethan. You didn’t know what to do with the fact that you felt some of the tension ease just from his touch, from his presence. You hadn’t hesitated to accept his offer of lunch at a coffee shop not too far from the call centre and barely felt the time passing until he checked his phone and his face dropped slightly as he announced the two of you should probably get back to work.
“Wait,” He said as he took your hand in his to pull you out of the way of people walking in the street. “Listen, I really like you, Y/N, and I’ve wanted to ask you out for months but you were new here and I thought it was best to let you settle in before I asked you. I’d really like to take you out if you’d let me.”
You hadn’t been able to stop the smile that spread across your face, your bad morning and the constant flood of calls momentarily forgotten about as you nodded your head and made plans for dinner the coming Friday before making your way back to the call centre, all the while his hand never left yours.
That night you ended up in the bar with the 126 and Grace, Grace who hadn’t stopped shooting you looks all day and seemed unable to stop grinning at you whenever she so much as glanced in your direction.
“Oh hey, Y/N,” Carlos said after everyone already had a few drinks in them, “you never did say if you wanted me to set you up with my friend down at the station.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Judd interrupted, causing you to smile as he raised his hands to look at you, “you’re goin’ on a date?”
You watched as Grace and TK, who had seemingly realised through Grace’s looks that there had been a development, grinned over at you causing you to roll your eyes.
“No, I’m not going on a date with Carlos’ friend.” You told them and Grace nudged your knee causing you to roll your eyes.
“I know a guy up in one of the other houses, real nice guy, why don’t you let me set you up with him?” Judd asked and you shook your head, smile still in place, but before you could say anything Marjan jumped in.
“Wait, my friend knows this guy and he’d be perfect for you, Y/N!” She told you and you couldn’t help but laugh as you finished the last of your drink and stood up to head to the bar, turning towards the group before you left.
“Thank you all but I can find my own dates.” The group's laughter followed you as you made your way to the bar and ordered another drink, smile widening as you felt somebody move next to you before nudging his shoulder with yours.
“You seem happy today.” TK prompted and you shook your head as you leaned into his side, pausing to let him order his drink before you spoke.
“He asked me out.” You told him and looked over at him to see him beaming at you and you couldn’t stop yourself mirroring the expression back. “It might not go anywhere but…I’m excited.”
“I’m really happy for you, Y/N.” TK told you softly squeezing your hand in his and you let out a soft chuckle as you nodded.
“I’m happy for you too, TK.” You murmured, shifting to look at the group but with the exception of your dad and Carlos no one else glanced in your direction. “I know the reason we moved down here wasn’t great but-”
“I’m still sorry about that.” TK interrupted, shifting his gaze from you to the glass he had been handed. “Looking back I know I should have spoken to you or dad but in the moment, everything just seemed so…but I never thanked you.”
“TK I’ve told you a hundred times you don’t have to apologise.” You sighed and watched as he lifted his gaze to you, eyes wide and watery. “And what didn’t you thank me for?”
“For moving here with us.” He said as he tried to blink away the tears and paused to take a sip of his water. “I mean dad’s been amazing with all this, you know, but I couldn’t have done it without you here. I know you uprooted your whole life and I never thanked you for that.”
“TK, you don’t have to thank me either. There was never any doubt that I’d come to Texas with you and dad, I liked New York, hell I thought I loved it there but moving here was the best decision of my life. I know we didn’t move down here under the greatest conditions but you’re good now and I can’t picture being anywhere else.” You told him sincerely, glancing back at the table and smiling softly at the family you had made gathered together.
“I really love you Y/N, I’m glad you’re happy here.” TK said as he pulled you into a hug and you heard him sniff quietly but didn’t say anything as you wrapped your arms around him.
“I love you too, TK.” You murmured into his shoulders and the two of you took a second more before pulling away and heading back to the group.
Months passed since that night at the bar and it was now coming up to being a year since you had moved to Texas. It felt like a whole different lifetime since you were in New York, not realising how unhappy you were as you went about your life until you came to Austin.
Now everything had changed, you and Ethan had been dating for three months and you had yet to tell the rest of your friends. You had told your dad when it was just the two of you at his house, TK out with Carlos for the night, as you both curled on the sofa and played movie after movie. During one of the breaks where you had headed into the kitchen for a food break you had told your dad that Ethan had officially asked you out and that you had said yes. Owen had just beamed at you and pulled you close, murmuring how proud he was of you and how glad he was that you were happy.
You hadn’t needed to tell Grace, that woman knew from the second you sat at your desk the day after Ethan had asked you to be his girlfriend that something had happened. You hadn't even been able to keep a straight face through her teasing, grinning back at her as the two of you leaned across your desks and spoke about the date in hushed voices, missing the fond looks directed at you from across the room.
TK seemed to have whatever superpower Grace had because when he had come to your apartment with takeout and had given you a questioning look before his face broke out into a grin you couldn’t do anything but groan as he came to the conclusion you and Ethan were official. The two of you spent the night talking about your lives since moving to Texas and gushing over your boyfriends.
It was a few nights later you found yourself in the bar, everyone from the 126, as well as Carlos and Grace sat around a table and as always seemed to be the case after a few rounds the conversation shifted to your romantic life.
“I’m just sayin’, she’s been here what nearly a year? I know a guy who I think is good enough to date her.” Judd said and you couldn’t help but laugh as Carlos shook his head and gestured to you.
“I know Y/N and her and Logan would be great together.” Carlos insisted, causing Owen to chuckle as you buried your head against TK’s shoulder, feeling his laugh as he watched the conversation.
“What’s wrong with my guy?” Judd asked but before Carlos could respond another voice cut them off.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt.” He said and your head snapped up from TK’s shoulder to grin at Ethan as you stood up and made your way round to his side, wrapping your arm around his waist, leaning into him as he wrapped his around your shoulder.
“Neither of your guys are good.” You told Carlos and Judd, watching as they frowned whilst looking between you and Ethan. “Everyone, this is Ethan, my boyfriend.”
The look on Carlos and Judd’s face was priceless to say the least, both of them doing a good job looking betrayed as you introduced everyone to Ethan and took your seat next to each other.
“You’ve had a boyfriend this whole time?” Judd asked before he looked at Grace who smiled sweetly at him. “And you’ve known, y’all let me sit here trying to set her up how many times and didn’t think to mention anything?”
“You knew too, right?” You heard Carlos asked TK and laughed when TK just sipped his drink. “She did tell us she could get her own dates.” Carlos shrugged towards Judd who let out a put upon sigh.
“Yeah I suppose she did.” Judd murmured, watching as Ethan excused himself to go and get a drink before he turned his attention to you. “You happy, kid?”
“Very.” You told him without hesitating and if that didn’t tell him everything he needed to know then the smile that was on your face did, he could see you were serious with Ethan, could tell that you were a good pair.
“That boy better look after you, you know?” Judd warned, causing TK and you to laugh whilst Grace nudged his chest.
“He will but if he doesn't, well then I’m sure there will be a line for you to join.” You grinned as you looked over to your dad who just nodded, sat back in his seat looking at ease, not worried in the slightest. He’d met the boyfriend, as had TK, and both of them saw the way you look at each other.
“Damn right.” Judd agreed just as Ethan sat back down and the topic switched to getting to know the man and your friends asking how you got together.
As Ethan spoke you leaned back in your seat and smiled, maybe Texas had never been part of the plan, you had never once imagined yourself settling down here, making a life here, but now you couldn’t picture being any place else. TK was happier than ever, you were happier than ever and so was your dad. There really wasn’t much more you could ask for.
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Hello Author-nim! If you don't mind could you please do my request about GN!MC as Lapis from Steven Universe?
(sorry if i have grammatical mistake)
Have a good day/night Author-nim ♡
ugh i love steven universe
and i'm going to assume this is for twst, so i'll just do the overblot gang
also sorry for the long wait, some personal stuff, yk?? also this lowkey sucks
I'M NOT GONNA INCLUDE MALLUES CUZ OF SPOILERS
✎...pairing: overblot gang x lapis lazuli!reader
✎...themes: trauma, claustrophobia, mentions of past toxic
relationships, panic attacks
✎...notes: reader being a lowkey mood, can you tell
which characters are easier to write, reader is
gn with they/them in mind
✎...enjoy !!
𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄
you had a feeling of what had caused his overblot
and seeing his memories and him crying like a child that only wanted his mother's love hit something deep within you
you comforted riddle ー somewhat awkwardly, mind you ー which prompted him to ask how you knew what this was
a toxic relationship
you simply just said, "i know what it's like. . . to be shackled. . ."
and riddle left it at that
he wouldn't the school to be encased by the water
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀
his roars and aggression made you remember them
just as loud and prideful
it set you off
panic filled your senses and water surrounded everyone
leona grew angry at the fact his unique magic was being washed away
but that anger was swept away like the changing tides
when he awoke from his overblot, he noticed you, back facing him but he could smell both panic and rage coming from you
𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋
water
both his and your element
yet he still lost
after all, you weren't even human, to begin with, so no underwater breathing potion was needed
you could easily see through his confident facade, quickly breaking him down with your sharp words
this allowed someone to knock him out, allowing you to see his memories
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋
being controlled was something you despised
and you sort to end jamil's overblot quickly as it came
you locked him in water chains, swiftly caging him
he panicked and tried to use his unique magic on you, but you simply closed your eyes and allowed to see through the flow of water
god, why did this also remind you of them??
pushing the memories aside, you quickly made jamil unconscious and brought him back
𝐕𝐈𝐋
seeing him being obsessed with that mirror, made you reject any and all advances he made to converse with you
well, any mirror ー especially, a hand mirror ー brought back so many bad memories
countless wars and loneliness you have seen
claustrophobic and trapped, all alone
which leads you to quickly break any mirrors that vil owned, especially after his overblot
obviously, vil became upset, but seeing the look on your face whenever you looked a mirror made it click
something had happened to you in your past to make you fearful of mirrors
𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀
seeing his crazy technology made you afraid
who knows what weird shit he could use to trap you once more when he was in his overblot state
this lead to you quickly lashing out and trapping him in water, effectively bringing him back down to earth
the fear was something idia recognise easily ー after all, he was filled with it
he slowly made sure not have anything that you deemed claustrophobic and trappable was nowhere in sight
#💌 some-beans requests !!#twst x reader#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland x reader#twst wonderland x reader#lapis lazuli reader#overblot gang
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(I just took someone's passion and it fueled me to this/j Anyways)
Wakfu x Cat Member Reader;
-Cat reader joins the gang and everything, Reader is a cat so no romance, Reader is a brown and white tuxedo cat with a mystery collar with a moon and sun pendent on it-
Angst
Honestly I believe Yugo originally brought you into the group randomly and you just decided to stay and no one had really mind it much making you an official member of the group.
You liked Adamai the most out of everyone at first and then when the fight happens and the group splits you were taken in with Dally and his wife Eva cue endless chaos and you becoming an unpaid baby sitter for their brats and all, practically the oldest since you were technically adopted first
You mostly nap around and don't go out much when the break in happened you tried to quickly get the kids to safety unfortunately you underestimated the enemy and your favorite of the group was a traitor it broke your heart too before they could go and kidnap their daughter Elely you quickly jumped in making a shield to protect the two of them
It broke when Adamai hit it and it flung all of you back as they took Eva and Flopin, you weren't all that injured but you did have the fall and was limping a bit coming to check in on them seeing Dally dead (technically) it was even more heart breaking and you had curled around them trying to keep them warm
After the group reunites to fight Oppro and everything you begin to find out and the devastating truth and everything but you didn't want to bring in more helping them each turn the best you can while breathing a bit heavier not that anyone noticed or anything but Ruel's pet which you shooed away for it coming too close to you at times.
It was daunting watching everyone falling apart and tension rising it became more harder not to cave in but you passed it all finally able to help aid in battle against Oppro using what little strength you had left to witness Eva and Dally last child be formally welcomed unfortunately you couldn't hold on much longer after the said war and a soft Boop to the children's head you unfortunately passed on leaving your memories and your collar behind
Yugo;
He was so guilty crying over your limp body blaming himself silently his hands clenching your fur but you weren't reacting at all it set dawn on him that you were gone and not coming back it made him deny it all this wasn't happening you'd be back and happy, you will wake up soon.
But you never did
Amelia;
She covers her mouth in horror looking over at you it was eating her up inside slowly as you laid there knowing you'd never wake up to annoy her like how you used to always do something silly along the way
How she wishes for those times again
Dally;
Losing a friend after having his son was heartbreaking just like how you were there for them and their two first you won't be there for his last one he could only chuckled sadly brushing your fur
"I hope you do well wherever your soul decides to travel, we'll miss you for sure."
Eva;
You were a companion she sought comfort and guidance many times and maybe you were that little therapist she had you were like that for her children too and she loved that, she missed you, she wished you were here now, she missed how you'd jump up on high places near her and just watch curiously as she does her thing before her children made some ruckus prompting you to go and see what's it's about
She wishes this was all a bad dream.
Adamai;
Guilt and regret came in full fold his only interaction was hitting you away when you tried to protect Elely and Dally meaning his last moments were not on good notes with you or anything he could only silently look down at you and wish you'd have a safe journey
He wished he could have said how sorry he was
Ruel;
Honestly it was a slight connection, who am I kidding you two were treasure buddies you always brought back stray karmas to him being proud when he took it and praised how you were his luck charm in becoming rich, he felt moments like that were to short, he wipes a tear from his eye
"Be safe on the road there, hope you won't miss me too much"
Elely;
You were her best friend and big sister always hitting her when she did something wrong or maybe glaring at her when she unintentionally threw a Snowball at you when you were all nice and cozy ending up with you chasing her and you both laying by the fireplace after she got the cold from her adventure
She promised she was going to be strong one day and she'll keep that promise
Flopin;
He no longer felt the same reading books without you looking over his shoulder or maybe laying close as he pets you and you purr softly, he knew that many times you'd just listen as he rants on about new things and inventions and you'd meow as if answering him back
He just wished he could talk to you again
Goultard;
Even though you both maybe didn't have much interaction he saw that you were a good warrior you earned the respect from him for you, he wished he had more interactions with you
You seemed really cool
Rublix;
Maybe in a way he'd say he *supposedly* missed you but only he knows that he felt that he was missing something when your sudden departure took place he'd only him softly
"I always knew you were a fleabag with a fancy collar, damn cat."
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For You [Arthur Morgan x Reader - RDR2]
[[A/N: Author Allie here. I'm back to loving this sad cowboy. Not requested, just a little drabble in between other things.]]
Summary: After Dutch and the gang head deeper into the snowy wilderness, you and Arthur find a moment to relax by the fire.
Word Count: 796
Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Nothing else
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You and Arthur are stuck in a cabin during a rough blizzard. He gets a fire going while you pile together all the blankets and pillows you could find. You come back into the main room to find him removing his soaked boots and jacket as he sits by the fire.
“Look what I found,” you said in a sing-song tone, lifting a bottle of unopened wine. He smiles, calling it a lucky find. You sit beside him, removing your own shoes and coat and leaving them by the fire to dry. You huddle close to him as he opens the bottle. There are no cups to drink from, so you share the lip of the bottle between the two of you, and he offers the first sip to you.
Ever the gentleman, you thought as you drank straight from the bottle. The taste made you grimace, sour and bitter and sweet altogether. Wine had never been your drink of choice, and Arthur laughed at your reaction.
You learn to accept the taste, slowly acclimating as you both recount silly tales from your histories to pass the time easily. When you lean against his arm, he stumbles over his words and rubs a hand down his face to hide the giddy smile in his expression. You don’t notice it, too entranced by the flames dancing before your eyes. His body was warm, and you sought out the heat, it was as simple as that.
He finished telling his story soon enough - an explanation for how he’d gotten that cut over his collarbone you’d asked about once before - and took another swig of the half-empty bottle. A comfortable silence fell upon you both for a moment, and you shut your eyes slowly. You contemplated falling asleep here, to the sounds of the heavy storm outside and the fire crackling in front of you, to the warmth of the flames and Arthur’s arm holding you snug to his body. Suddenly, in the haze of being half-asleep and half-drunk, you find another tale to tell.
“I ever tell you I was almost married once?”
He paused, looking down at you with surprise in his eyes. No, his expression said what he was too shocked to speak. No you did not.
You smiled up at him. “Well, almost engaged, I should say. There was this boy who liked me when we were kids, and, well, I s’pose I liked him well enough too. We were friends, see, and he’d follow me everywhere I went. My daddy liked him too, considering he came from a.. well, a somewhat well off family. When that boy turned fourteen, he took me to a park at midday and brought out a ring. I was fifteen at the time.”
Arthur stayed silent, brows furrowed as his attention was so wholly focused on you and the story you were telling. When you went quiet and took another drink of the wine, he scoffed.
“That’s it? No ending to that story?” You looked up at him, confused.
“Well,” you murmured. “I said no. I was fifteen and I didn’t like him that much, not enough to marry him." Your wine-addled brain thought that was the end of that, and you couldn’t possibly comprehend why he needed or wanted more details.
“And...?” He trailed off. You smiled.
“And then I met you.”
That made him go quiet for a moment, but he eventually spoke up again. “You liked him and he had daddy’s money,” he spat the last two words out like a swear, not aimed at you, but at a past memory that brought him pain. “So why’d you turn that down?” Arthur couldn’t help but compare himself to the boy he’d only just learned about - it was a bad habit he found he couldn’t shake. After Eliza, after Mary… He just couldn’t stop himself from wondering when it would happen - some encounter, some kind of event, that would finally push you away from him and convince you that you had no future with him, just as every other woman he’d loved before had done. And now he was learning you had once had a good future for yourself lined up - good being subjective, of course, considering his own vehement dislike of the wealthy citizens of the country, but undeniably a better future than being an outlaw out in the middle of nowhere with him - with money and a stable home to go back to.
What could have possibly driven you away from that future?
You look up at him, confusion just as plain on your features as it was on his own.
“For you, of course,” you said with such cool conviction that it rattled the man to the core.
#Author Allie#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x you#rdr2 fanfic#fluff
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