Someone wrote this song before, and I could tell you where it's from

choi beomgyu — surprise!

[ 🥞 ] where beomgyu, your dumb puppy boyfriend is down whenever you are.

cw : face sitting + riding (?), they were watching one piece, sub!gyu, slapping/smacking, dirty talk, cum. let me know if there's anything I should add because I'm bad at cw's <3

a/n ; not proofread and tumblr didn't save my first draft. i hate life. inspired from a porn video I need to detox my brain and go on an exaggeration of a long walk and fade into the dusk.

eyes focused on the screen as episode 367 played on the tv, nami forcing the chipmunk zombies to tell her where the real treasure is as your eyes got drawn over to beomgyu, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked down at his phone, scratching his neck and ruffling his hair.

there's only one explanation as to why your eyes are off the anime. he's so fucking sexy.

shifting in the bed, thighs pressed close against one another as your attention kept being off the show and how you wanted to have his perfect too perfect of a face between your legs.

contemplating what to do about your sudden arousal, your mind wandered off to the night of not watching episode 86, and him climbing into the couch with you and muttering with the most horny tone, "if you're down, I'm down. if you're done, I'm done."

oh well.

you sat up, hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you contemplated whether to do this or not.

fuck it.

he's a loser for you, and he's down all the time to the point where he's growing back into his era of teen hormones.

it wasn't long before your top was off your shoulders, and you'd made the headboard into a buttress for your back as you took your pajamas off, eyeing beomgyus back as he played some game.

you were so eager to get bare, yearning to have his mouth all over your thighs. in fact, it was very obvious the moment you entered just how much of a dumb puppy he is when his expression was filled with the fact that he wanted to push you onto the couch, pull your pants down to see the wet patch on your panty that's so obviously there. <3

it's almost laughable that you're bare and your one hell of a horny boyfriend doesn't even know. you huff, a grin plastered as you crawled towards him, causing the bed to jitter.

he was about to turn and look what you're up to, but was soon vehemently shoved into the mattress as you pulled him down, climbing onto his face and holding his hands.

oh he's grinning isn't he.

"oh fuck baby." he mumbled coherently enough as his face was pulled to your clothed pussy like opposites of a magnet. he only made the wet stain in your panties worse, and did so until your clit was traced into the cotton. god really made a sin when he created your boyfriend.

it's almost a crime because he's too too too pretty for his own good. he placed his hands over your thighs and wrapped it around, palming your ass. "lift your hips for me, baby." he mumbled into your pussy. it was whiny, causing you to almost fold and want to do a sixty-nine with him.

you bucked up your hips, and his finger slid your panties to the side as he tilted his head, and his lips latched onto your clit. "h-hah. g-good boy."

he moaned into your pussy, his dick was already pressed up against his pants, his hips bucking into the air and only getting sliding friction; not static. he shook his face, nose bucking up into your cunt, causing your eyes to close shut and lips flatten into a line of pure satisfaction.

his fingers were lurking around your hole, not pressing in but just enough for you to push yourself down onto his body. you let out a moan before you could stop yourself, his tongue swirling around your mess and two fingers right that were contemplating on whether to give you what you want.

"now that's a wet pussy." he mumbled, eyes downward as he stared at your arousal. "h- just fuck me." you mumbled as your fingers scrunched his tshirts fabric between them.

he let go at the tap of your fingers on his forearm, you getting up to turn around— and what a fucking view you got. dumb, dumb beomgyu, laying there as the mute tv's changing lights made his face glisten with your pussy. nothing to be bothered about, he likes it when his face his smothered all up in his favourite girl's pussy.

you gripped on his hair, and your knuckles almost went white when his tongue met your clit. it wasn't fair, his eyes so doe when he looks up at you, his tongue so mean when he eats you out.

"sweet." he kissed your pussy, and thank god you weren't at your apartment, these lewd noises could end up in a discussion with your neighbours. his breath hitting your core, tongue swirling, and yet he tells you he doesn't know how to eat pussy.

"h-hah, beomgyu, you're sure you don't know how to d-do this..?"

"take what I offer, baby." as he licked your nub.

he said something into your pussy that came out so incoherent it was just a vibrating sensation to you. you thought you were almost lost in the moment. almost? you were lost. other hand now on his forehead as you bounced and rubbed yourself all over his face. "y-yeah. take it, boy. fuck. h-hah.." you slapped his forehead to which all he did was laugh at your assumption of how he's the pathetic one, when it's complete antithesis.

his situation wasn't going to be any better than yours anymore when his hips were already thrusting into air whilst he ran out of oxygen. did any of you two care? absolutely not.

starting to get closer and closer, you were already going at it on his face, grinding on his nose and mouth while mumbling all sorts of curse words when he slurped all of you; like the dumb puppy he is.

"h- beom— beom, close. okay?" you said under your breath as his hands were starting to grip his own cock from above his slacks, rubbing himself but not completely, not wholly enough for his own orgasm. and why rub one out when you will be doing it later on anyway?

"on my face, ugh, pleasepleaseplease." he groaned when you did just that, cumming hard. hands pressed into the mattress above his head as you rub yourself sideways onto the homogeneous mixture of your fluids and his spit and saliva as he licked it all up, whatever came near his mouth, he swallowed. "filthy boy, i- ha, hah..." and one good, harsh pat on his head as you grasped his locks again, looking down as you got up.

you laughed at the sight; pretty, shiny beomgyu. literally. a sight that only you and the associates who deny your entry into heaven witness. who cares, he's so pretty.

"good boy." you mumbled as you used his shoulders as support when you plopped down onto the bed.

he opened his eyes, eyelashes fluttering to reveal his pretty iris's. "kiss?"

I could write an entire post on why this is bad. I was bored. i apologize for taking your time. ok actually I have absolutely no idea what came into me when I wrote this but I wrote it so hahahahah my bad I'll delete it and disappear.

teach me how • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)  

requested: BSJFOSKD bill teaching inexperienced reader how to masturbate? 🥺    +     hi!! would you mind doing a soft dom bill w the “i want the neighbors to hear you scream” prompt?? i get you’re probably super busy but if you have time :) thank you soo much!

warnings: swearing, smut, masturbation, oral (fem receiving), dom bill, hes soft tho, a lot of dirty talking, or like. bill telling the reader what to do, dont know, fluff at the end, unedited mwah

[losers + reader are 18+.]

2.4k words i think

♡

it was peaceful, for once. 

your house was silent, the only real noise being the patter of the persistent rain on the side of your house and the storm gutters filling with water. there was also bill's calm but filling presence, one foot away from you, sprawled on your bed. your best friend.

"what should i even do while they're gone?" you mumble, breathing in the scent of bill, even as he lay decently separate from you. your parents had just left for the weekend a few hours ago, and bill was over keeping you company. your stomach flutters as you watch him smirk at you. "i-i don't know. w-we can have a party." he suggests, but you shake your head profusely. 

"no way in hell, denbrough. i'm not letting the trashmouth, mike, or you throw a party in my house. i know better after the halloween incident." you state, giving bill a pointed look. he laughs, a melodic and beautiful sound - the kind of sound that you want to hear for the rest of your life.

"you had fun, y/n. d-don't be so lame." he teases, no bite in his words. "i g-guess that you can do a-anything. i m-mean, eat whatever you w-want, walk around naked, y-you can even have s-sex in the living room. or the k-kitchen- or your p=parent’s b-bedroom!" he says teasingly, a smirk on his lips. his grin so hot that you groan, but his words make you even redder.

"bill. that's disgusting. and you know i don’t have anyone to be having sex with. especially in my parents bed!" you say, a disgusted look on your face. he laughs again, flipping sideways to look at you and rest his head on his chin. he's so fucking charming, you swear he's going to be the death of you.

"f-fine, then. m-masturbate in your o-own room, i guess. b-boring." he says sarcastically, a cheeky grin on his face. you want to shove him, to roll your eyes, and to call him an idiot, but something inside you makes you feel the need to blurt out, "i wouldn't know how."

his eyebrows immediately shoot up and he wheezes, "wh-what? wait, wh- are you s-saying you've never t-touched yourself?"

you turn red as you shrug, "i- i just... i'm not sure what to even do."

he just shakes his head in surprise. "but you - how could you - so you've never, l-like.. y-you've never-"

embarrassed, extremely embarrassed, you shake your head. "no." you say, looking into your lap, "i just feel like i won't be able to do it right, like. like i need a guide." you say, and the air falls static. t

he rain on your window simultaneously fades and becomes impossibly louder as bill shrugs in a forced-casual manner. 

"i mean, i know how to d-do it. n-not that, i'm l-like, s-s-suggesting that i-"

you look at him and cut him of, "can you show me?" you ask and his mouth snaps shut. his cheeks redden but he nods, again trying to look casual, and you think there is nothing, nothing casual about this. but you really love it.

"y-yeah, y/n. n-now?" he mutters, eyes skimming your body and already making you shiver. you feel nervous but you definitely want it. "yes, if that's... if that's okay." you mumble.

he grins, "o-okay. a-anything for you, y/n."

you sigh with a small smile but then it gets silent again. "so... um, how do i- how do i start?" you ask, already feeling aroused as bill leans up on the bed, watching your splayed body on your bed in front of him as if taking in every single feature. 

you feel yourself flush deliciously under his hungry gaze.

"w-well, you have to be c-comfortable." he says, biting his lip as he looks at you. you shrug, slightly unsure and only guessing what he means. so in a surge of confidence you peel your shirt off, leaving you in a sheer bra. 

his eyes widen and he lets out a staggering breath, giving you butterflies - because nobody has ever looked that way at you before.

"f-fuck." he whispers quietly before nodding. "good, y-yeah, okay now just... t-take your f-fingers and...touch y-yourself where it feels good." he mutters lowly. you know you're dark red so you shut your eyes, hand slowly snaking down between the valley of your breasts to your shorts, rubbing yourself over them.

 it starts to feel good and you apply a tiny bit of pressure, the sensation making your hips buck slightly and a small moan to escape your lips. you don't even have time to feel embarrassed because bill's speaking up, making you open your eyes.

"fuck, yeah. th-that's - that's g-good, y/n." he mutters, staring at you while you slowly rub yourself over your shorts. "j-just like that."

his words make you ten times wetter, you can feel it as you whimper and he shifts slightly next to you as he watches. "and if y-you're feeling l-like it, then y-you t-touch yourself u-under your c-clothes." he says it so lowly, as if he's intently focused on your body, that you again feel that surge of confidence that bill brings out of you and you bring your hands to your hips, slowly pushing your shorts and panties all the way off, letting out a shaky breath as they hit the floor.

"holy shit." bill mutters quietly and you can't look at him, instead shutting your eyes as your fingers find their way down to your center. he definitely wasn't expecting you to take them all the way off. 

"s-start with o-one finger." he says and you immediately obey, your finger swirling slowly in your heat, feeling how slick you've become and gasping as you nudge your clit. bill hums, "yeah, baby. th-there you go. that'll feel g-good."

his words egg you on and you're slipping a finger inside yourself, gasping at the feeling as you clench around your finger, your thumb rubbing your clit lightly.  you whimper as you realize that you love having bill tell you what to do - it makes it all so much hotter. you thrust into yourself slowly, bill mumbles, "a-add another when y-you're ready."

so you do after a few pumps, fingers so slick with need that they slide in with relative ease. you start to pump into yourself and the small, "good g-girl" that escapes bill's lips almost makes you scream with pleasure. 

your eyes open at his words and you see that his cheeks are red, eyes dark with lust and his mouth parted while he watches you fuck yourself. your eyes trail down to his sweats where you notice a large bulge, making you moan slightly louder as you thrust your fingers into yourself. is he turned on by this? the thought makes you ache with need.

“d-does it feel good?” he asks lowly and you bite your lip, unable to comprehend how incredibly turned on you are by him right now. “y-yes, bill. fuck.” you mutter as you pump yourself. 

the feeling is unlike anything you've every felt before, and it feels like a slow, pleasuring burn that makes your toes curl and your breath hitch. you're embarrassed slightly by the noises that escape your lips, so you try to keep your mouth shut as you move against yourself, the feeling like a coil wrapping tightly in your stomach making you gasp quietly.

his hum is low and deep as he watches you, eyes lidded low with lust. you can't help the small whimper you let out from being under his attention, especially so vulnerable. 

your legs involuntarily squeeze shut and he tuts softly, hands shooting out to pull your soft thighs apart. when his fingers touch your skin, you immediately shiver - he hadn’t touched you this whole time. to do this, it's one thing. but to have bill touch you... you groan in need at the thought.

"bill, please." you whimper, your fingers suddenly not enough. he groans quietly and you lock eyes with him, your legs quivering as you continue to pump your fingers into yourself. "c-can you? please." you blush as you realize how needy your words are. he may not want to do that, anyways. 

but then you don't care how desperate you sound when you see the look that falls onto his face at your words.

"well, s-since you asked so n-nicely..." he starts, sinking slowly to his knees on the ground next to the bed to be closer to your body. you prop yourself on an elbow, watching him as he gently takes your hand, pulling your fingers slowly out of you. it makes you whimper.

he grins, a glint in his eyes as he pulls your fingers into his mouth, quickly swiping your wetness from your fingers with his tongue then letting your hand drop to the mattress. 

he groans at the taste, biting his lips. you're impossibly wet now, his actions nearly enough to set you over the edge already because holy fuck, that was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

he slowly pulls you by your legs so that they hang off the bed, his breath close to you and making you squirm.  

"what do you w-want, baby?" he asks, hands slowly caressing your thighs. you buck your hips into the air, nervous but impossibly desperate to feel that feeling you were so close to achieving earlier. "please, bill. please touch me." you mutter, squirming under him as he smirks.

he says nothing, instead dragging a finger up your heat. you squeal in pleasure as his finger rubs at your clit, your toes still curled in pleasure. he watches you as he slowly slides a finger into you, pumping immediately. 

he only gives you a few seconds before he’s slipping another finger in, filling you more than your own fingers did and making you moan out blissfully. “bill.” you mutter, fisting the bedsheets and he fucks you with his fingers. your legs start to shake as he rubs your clit with his thumb and you slap your hand over your mouth to stop the yell that threatened to leap out of your throat. 

he tuts at you softly, "none of that, b-baby. i want the n-neighbors to hear you scream.” he mutters, leaning up to kiss your cheek as he picks up his pace, thrusting his fingers into you and making you gasp. you turn red at the cheek kiss and you obey him, pulling your hand from over your mouth and gasping in pleasure as his lips press a wet kiss your clit. 

bursts of pleasure course through your body, spreading from your center all the way to your fingers and toes, your fingers finding purchase in bill's red hair. "fuck, bill." you emit loudly, your voice echoing through the empty house. he sucks on your clit, kitten licking it as his fingers brush up against you and you feel that tight coil again, very quickly becoming stronger and stronger. 

as he hits a new angle inside of you, you moan loudly, concerned that if it weren't for the rain outside, your neighbors might actually hear you. the thought has you turning red as bill moves his fingers expertly in and out of you, his tongue flicking against your clit. 

you clench around him and this time it feels different - it almost feels like the moment before you drop on a huge roller coaster but infinite times better. your breath comes out in ragged moans, "b-bill, i think i'm going to-"

"c-cum, baby. y-you've worked so h-hard." he whispers, pulling his lips off of you and pumping into you in the most perfect way that has you moaning loudly.

and then he's pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

as his fingers curl inside you, you hit your high, whimpering into his mouth as you fleetingly realize that him kissing you for the first time is what made you cum.

but you're clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure roll through you, whining his name against his lips in bliss. it feels better than anything you've ever felt before, and bill being the one to get you there makes it all the more incredible. you whimper as you clench slowly around his fingers, your orgasm drawing out from the intensity of it.

his fingers slow to a stop as you come down from your high and he presses a kiss to your lips as he pulls his fingers out of you slowly, watching your face contort in pleasure with a smile on his own cherry lips.

as he sits back on his legs, you stare at each other out of breath and you have to gulp for air, feeling completely satisfied and fucked out. that was fucking incredible. your eyes drop down his figure and you start, “do y-” 

but bill gently smiles, standing up. "th-thats for a-another day, y/n." he mutters with a soft shrug, grabbing the sweatshirt he'd tossed to the floor hours ago when he'd first arrived and helping you pull it on.

 it smells like him and your stomach gets butterflies as he slides your underwear up your legs. you sit on the bed and he smiles softly at you, his cheeks slightly pink as his hand falls to your cheek. his hair is messy and falls into his eyes, and you love it. 

"u-um, i like you. l-like, a lot." he says bashfully and you smile. his thumb rubs your cheek and you can't help but press your lips against his in a slow, meaningful kiss. you blush as you taste yourself on his lips.

"i like you too. a lot." you add, giggling as he smiles. "th-thats good." he states, "because i-i'm about to c-come up there and k-kiss you some more, and that'd be a-awkward if you d-didn't."

you laugh, rolling over to make space for him and yelping slightly as he lightly smacks your underwear-clad ass. he lays down and immediately pulls you into him, half your body over his as he lays on his back. his eyes close and you nuzzle into his neck, his scent surrounding you.

you feel warm inside.

you perk up as a thought pops into your head. "wait, this means maybe i will have someone to keep me company while they're gone." you say into bills neck and you beam as you feel his chest rumble with laughter.

"c-can we have sex in y-your parents' room?" he jokes, poking your side. you smack him lightly on the chest, leaning your head up to look at him. "no, bill! stop!" you hiss, giggling as he laughs at you, eyes full of adoration as he watches you move around.

he pulls you in to a deep kiss, holding you against him and you sigh happily.  "i really l-like you, you know." he mutters into your hair. you smile tiredly, "i like you more, you asshole." the only other noise after that is the rain on your window and the soft beating of bill's heart against your ear.

When Lightning Strikes Ch. 16

When your life is nothing but a cloudless sky, lightning can come and strike you so unexpectedly, you won’t even know what hit you.

Or: When Hiccup and Astrid meet, it is as if lightning strikes.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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Hiccup regretted not going back for a jacket the minute the wind started blowing sideways. His hand hurt from gripping the handle of his umbrella, preventing it from succumbing to the forces of nature and escaping him like a gas-filled balloon. When it turned inside-out for the third time, he gave up and closed it, hunching his shoulders in an attempt to keep the rain from disappearing down his back. It only semi-worked. He could count the goosebumps on his skin. Soon, his t-shirt was clinging to his torso and he started rubbing his arms to stop shivering.

This had been a very stupid idea. Why had he not thought this through? Where was he even going? And why on earth had he not taken his car?! But turning around and walking back to his house sounded worse than to keep walking, because the way back was the direction the rain and wind were coming from. He started jogging to warm up and get out of this weather as fast as possible, taking the route to the nearest person he could think of.

With a trembling finger, he rang the doorbell, waiting for the familiar static. The first voice he could hear was that of a barking dog, then some swearing and yelling at the dog to shut up, then finally, someone addressed him. “Hello?”

“Hey man, it’s me. Can you let me in? I’m cold and wet.”

“That’s not what- Shut up, Hookfang! Sit! That’s not what your mom said last night.”

Hiccup let his forehead fall against the front door. “Just let me in, please.”

The sound that came out of the buzzer reminded him of a dying cow, but he was able to open the door anyway. At the top of the stairs, Snotlout was standing in the open apartment door, holding his excited dog by the collar. When it spotted Hiccup, it wagged its tail against its owner’s legs and barked happily.

“Come in before he barks up the whole stairwell again. Mr. Browner’s been sticking his head out the door every time we came back from a walk to complain if Hookfang made even the tiniest of sounds. And you know he’ll make the sound if he sees people.” Before he closed the door, he yelled down the stairs, “Yes, Mr. Browner, I’m talking about you, you massive dick!”

Hiccup scratched the happy dog, trying to escape its tongue. “Wouldn’t massive dick be a compliment in your book?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you have a jacket for me?”

“What do you need a jacket for?”

Hiccup wordlessly pointed first at his clothes, then out the next window. “Oh, come on…” Of course, in the few minutes he’d spent inside, the rain had let up. A small patch of cloud was even lighting up a little, as if about to expose a bit of sunshine.

“You walked through a car wash or what?”

“Why- why would I ever- No, it’s been raining for the past few hours, have you not looked outside lately?”

Snotlout flopped into his armchair where a set of headphones and a half-empty bag of chips were resting on each arm. “Nah, I was busy.”

Gently shoving Hookfang away from him so that he could move, Hiccup peaked at the TV screen. “Obviously.” He was looking at the pause menu of a Harry Potter Lego game. Snotlout quickly grabbed the remote and the screen went dark.

“This is Call of Duty. Shut up, Hiccup.”

“Clearly. I could still use a jacket, though.” Oh, he would use this newfound knowledge on a later occasion. When he had the right mind for it and wasn’t still feeling like a wet towel in winter.

With a groan, his friend got up and left to his bedroom. As soon as he was gone, Hookfang jumped onto the chair and stuck his nose into the bag of chips, licking the inside. Hiccup grimaced. Snotlout loved his dog, but he still had trouble making it listen to him. Or follow any rules at all. Lucky for him, Hiccup now knew an expert in all things dog training and– Oh, right. Said expert had also just kissed him, more or less, and then bolted.

She’d said she needed to go home. Maybe she’d meant her parents’ place? Maybe she hadn’t even been talking about anything regarding her relationship with her husband? Was he overthinking this again? Maybe… Maybe she’d forgotten she needed to meet her family, the equivalent of remembering the oven was still on. Or something. He sighed. It was a place to start.

He was hit in the head by a hoodie, followed by a yell from Snotlout. “Catch! Pff, loser.” Hiccup decided not to say anything when his friend reached into the bag of chips and ate a few, before inspecting his hand and scrunching up his face in disgust. “Ew, dog slobber! Hookfang, you shit dog!” The shit dog wasn’t impressed by its owner’s disgust, staying on the armchair without a care in the world. “Now get off my chair!”

When the dog didn’t move, Hiccup sharply whistled and pointed down at his feet with a stern face. “Hookfang, come here!” After a few moments of intense eye contact, Hookfang actually gave in and followed the command, lying down at Hiccup’s feet, much to Snotlout’s dismay.

“Hey! Why are you listening to him?! You betrayed me, you son of a bitch dog!”

“You know, technically, he is the son of a bitch.”

“Shut up, Hiccup. I need that jacket back by tonight.”

Hiccup took in the chipped flame print on the sleeves. The jacket itself was too wide for him, but the sleeves were way too short. He probably looked like an idiot. “What for?”

“I want to wear it to work tomorrow. There’s this girl that likes that stuff.”

“You mean oversized clothes for kids? Didn’t you wear this back in school?”

“It’s retro! Whatever, she digs it. So give it back later, okay? I really need it.”

He shrugged. “Sure. Thanks anyway. I bet you didn’t have any other jacket you could lend me.”

“I’m not gonna give you my fine stuff. You wouldn’t be able to handle the swag, anyway.”

“What swag, Snotlout?” Before his friend could dive into that age-old discussion again, Hiccup held up his hands to stop him. “Save it, I gotta go.”

“Where?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Bye, Snot. Hookfang, listen to Snotlout. Whatever. Thanks again for the help!”

He had grabbed his umbrella and was out the door before the dog could follow him or Snotlout could dig for more details. He didn’t have time for that right now. There was a place he needed to go and there was no time to waste. Realizing he could have asked for a ride, or at least for a short ride to his own car, he slapped his hand against his forehead, breaking into a jog.

Every few minutes, a short drizzle broke out of the clouds, and Hiccup felt taken back in time to a certain rainy November day. Time was of importance just like it had been then, but today, he was determined to catch her in time and not let go. Unless she wanted him to, which he hoped she didn’t, but now that he thought about it, maybe she needed to be away from him and concentrate on the relationship she wanted to keep. Winded, he slowed to a stop and leaned against a traffic light at an intersection. The next bus stop was just down the road.

Checking the schedule on the wall of the bus shelter, he sat down on the narrow bench underneath and waited. With a sigh of relief, he found his city ticket in his wallet. The hoodie and exercise had warmed him up enough and he made sure no water would drip out of his hair and run down his neck.

What if the roles were reversed this time? What if she – and he tried to not get his hopes up – had plunged deeper into this connection between them and now needed to sever all ties to him in order to not lose her mind? That he could relate to.

He got to his feet the moment the bus rounded the corner. If her decision really ended up to break contact, he would still find her and talk to her first. For his own attempt at closure, at least. He’d know he at least tried this time, and didn’t give up at the last minute because the mountains in his way were too steep to climb.

He had to change busses twice until he got out two streets over from her parents’ place. Using the short pause between drizzles, he made it to the driveway, eyes darting around in search for her car. It wasn’t there. His stomach dropped and he felt his heart beat in his throat as he walked to the front door and rang the bell. He would leave no stone unturned; he was all in.

The door opened and Wilma Hofferson curiously raised her eyebrows at the sight of him, disheveled and wet from the rain, wearing an unfitting hoodie.

“Hi,” he nervously greeted. “Is Astrid here, by any chance?”

Wilma shook her head. “Last I saw her she was leaving to meet someone for lunch earlier, I assumed it was you.”

“Oh.”

“Seems like I assumed wrong. Have you tried her phone?”

He could have slapped himself. Her phone. He could just call her, for fuck’s sake! “No- no, you were right, she was with me. But then she left and now I’m trying to find her, but seems like she went home home, so never mind. Sorry for bothering you!”

Mind already recalling her phone number, he left a bewildered Wilma behind and jogged back to the bus stop. He scanned the schedule, but he had no clue where he should go. He didn’t even know her address. Tapping his right foot on the ground in a quick pace, he tried to get his racing thoughts in order.

“Alright, Hiccup,” he mumbled to himself, “what’s the plan here? How can you solve this?”

Call her and ask for her address? No, that was stupid, and also inconvenient. He could just ask her to meet him somewhere.

Call her and talk on the phone? Also no. This was a conversation to have face to face.

Call Heather to ask Dagur for Eret’s number or address? Yeah. Great idea, Hiccup. Call your ex to ask her brother for your almost-lover’s husband’s number. Just call her yourself, you idiot.

But when he pulled out his phone and stared at her contact info, the knot in his stomach grew tighter. It all came down to this phone call. It was easy, actually. He just had to press call, wait for her to pick up, then convince her to meet him for a very important conversation.

He was frozen where he stood, the steady sound of rain on the bus shelter’s roof like white noise in his ears. His heart was pounding, growing bigger and bigger in his chest, pushing against his lungs until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Ripping his gaze away from his phone, he took a few deep breaths and started walking, absentmindedly opening his umbrella.

His hand was clenched around his phone, the chipped corner of the screen digging the reminder into his skin that he was avoiding his task. It was just a call. A call he needed to make. But when he imagined her answering, his mind went blank. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to make sure he didn’t screw this up?

Confront your fear, he heard Dr. Mala’s voice inside his head. Examine it, analyze it, confront it. What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, for starters, he could stutter around for so long that she hung up on him. She could tell him she didn’t want to talk to him. She could ignore his call altogether.

He clenched his jaw in determination. Well, then he would try again! He would find a way to reach her, he would even make an ass of himself by showing up on her parents’ doorstep every day until she either talked to him or told him to fuck off. No more avoiding, no more hiding behind fears of rejection and hurt. That wouldn’t get him anywhere.

The phone was already pressed against his ear and signaling an outgoing call before he could drive himself mad by going over what exactly he would say. Sometimes, he just had to approach the dragon without the axe. Maybe it was friendly.

After twenty eternal seconds, he realized she wasn’t going to pick up. Before his mind could start making up ridiculous reasons for that, he firmly told himself to try again in exactly fifteen minutes. In the meantime, he would just walk around Berk in the rain in his friend’s hideous jacket, definitely failing at not preparing what exactly he would say when he tried her again. But if he already didn’t give a shit about his appearance, there was no way he would avoid the call anymore, either. And hey, if she told him she wouldn’t be friends with him anymore, for whatever reason, then at least he knew where he stood.

That didn’t stop him from drumming his fingers against his leg at every red traffic light, though, or keeping up a quick walking pace because he needed to dump his nervous energy somewhere. By the time his phone signaled him the fifteen minutes were up, he had to orient himself for a minute because he’d walked to a part of town he didn’t immediately recognize. But he decided it wasn’t important where he was right now, and pulled up Astrid’s number again.

His mind conjured up an image of Cam with that Shia LaBeouf video he liked to play in every situation. Just do it! Yeah, Heather’s boyfriend was truly something.

“Just do it,” he mumbled, repeating the sentence seven times in a row before he finally pressed the call button.

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

Twenty seconds later, it was still ringing, but he didn’t give up this time. Either she picked up or he reached her voicemail.

When the signal suddenly disappeared, his breath caught in his throat. But the voice that appeared was automatic, asking him to leave a message. So he did.

“Hey… It’s me. Hiccup. I- I don’t- I’m just calling because…” He took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you. We need to talk. About… About everything. Like, earlier, when you, you know, left – I probably don’t need to remind you. You said you needed to go home, and I know you meant home to Eret because I was at your parents’ house and you weren’t there, so. Um.” He sighed and ran a hand over his face. He should have just texted her. Then he could have carefully constructed a coherent message instead of this all-over-the-place rambling.

“Like I said, I really have to talk to you. There is something I need to tell you, something I should have told you a long time ago, but I can’t do this over the phone, that would be… Can- can you just call me back? I don’t know where you live and you didn’t say when you would be back or what you were up to, and you’re not answering your phone, obviously, so.” His legs were moving on autopilot, crossing streets, rounding corners. The motion was like water that kept the mill running, namely his sanity. If he stopped walking, he would stop talking.

“You know, maybe I should just get to the point. We- we need to talk about us. I- I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like there’s something between us and… And maybe I’m way off here and misinterpreting– No. No, I actually don’t think that it’s just me, because today, you almost kissed me. I almost kissed you. And I need to know why, I need to know where we stand with each other, because… Because…” His lips kept moving, but no sound came out. A truck drove by him and honked. Hiccup winced and a switch went off in his brain.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out and his heart stopped for a few beats. “I’ve been in love with you since I met you and- and there’s nothing I can do about it. Believe me, I tried. Remember when I showed up at your wedding and told you we shouldn’t be friends? Yeah, that worked out well.” An awkward laugh escaped him. “I don’t know what you want, either from me or- or from yourself, or your- your husband… But I want to get out of this limbo of trying to forget you and falling back under your spell every time you so much as look at me. It’s like… It’s like you dropped an anchor in me and the tide buried it deeper and deeper in the sand – if that even makes any sense, I just– I can’t go on like this. If there is any chance you feel the same, please call me back. If not, if you’re going to take my advice and resolve things with Eret, then I’m happy for you. But I can’t be your friend anymore. I… I need a clear answer from you.”

Abruptly, his feet grinded to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk. Tires screeched behind him and a biker angrily cursed at him, but he didn’t even register it. “I guess… With you going home so fast, you probably decided to patch things up with your husband, and I guess that’s my answer. Or maybe not, what do I know, my judgement can’t be trusted, I once thought I’d be able to get over you. Anyway, when you hear this– Oh fuck, do you even check your voicemails? Well, if you do, just… Call. Or text. Um… Yeah. Bye.”

He ended the call and sunk to the ground underneath a lamp post, ignoring the unpleasant feeling of rain and dirt dampening his butt. Only when something cold ran down his back, did he notice it was still raining. He’d been so absorbed in his message that he hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding the umbrella askew, and now his left arm was soaked, the hand holding his phone cold and stiff. When he got back to his feet, he accidentally knocked it against the post and the device went flying, landing in a nearby puddle.

“Fuck.” Before the next pedestrian could step on it, he scrambled to get it back, infinitely glad he’d bought the waterproof version. But when he wiped it on Snotlout’s jacket and took a closer look, he groaned. There was a large crack zigzagging over the screen, and on first inspection, it looked like it went deeper than the protection glass. He tried to unlock it, but it didn’t react to his touch anymore. “Fuck!”

Great, now he had to find a repair store that was still open in Berk on a Sunday evening. Hopefully, he would be able to still accept incoming calls… He cursed his clumsiness with vigor. This was so typical. When – if – she tried to reach him now, she wouldn’t be able to. Maybe she’d leave him a voicemail asking him to call her back and they would find themselves stuck in an endless, vicious cycle.

Where the hell had he ended up, anyway? It looked like he was in a suburb, but none of the streets looked familiar to him, and when he pulled out his phone to check his location, he groaned. Right, smartphone not available. But if he could find a bus stop, he could make his way back into the city. Or he could go back to the Hoffersons and ask for a ride. That wouldn’t be awkward at all.

After a while of walking around and finally asking a passing dog-walker for directions, he found a bus stop and quickly scanned the schedule. He’d made it to the end of the route of the only bus line that even came out here. And it being Sunday, he was just lucky that the next bus would be here in no less than 52 minutes, because he had, of course, just missed the previous one. He could walk back, but that would take just as long, and also his feet hurt. These shoes weren’t made for long walks through puddles. At least it had stopped raining.

So he waited. And waited. And played around with his stupid phone for a while, but it just wouldn’t magically work again, no matter how much he begged it to. After 50 minutes of waiting, it suddenly started buzzing – and his heart climbed into his throat when he saw the caller ID. He tapped the screen frantically, but it was to no avail. His last resort was to try the lock button and hope it would accept the call, but instead, it did the exact opposite. Absolutely fucking awesome, now she probably thought he’d declined her call on purpose. And where was the damn bus?!

The calls kept coming in, but there was nothing he could do except stare at his phone in resignation and jiggle his legs nervously because the bus wasn’t coming. Fifteen minutes and four awkward short conversations with passing strangers later, he embraced the fact that no one would lend him their phone for a very quick call, or a text, anything. There was no way he would wait around for another hour.

Grabbing his umbrella and starting the journey in the direction he hoped would lead him back home, he glanced suspiciously at the dark line of clouds on the horizon. The sunset was beautiful, though. If only he could enjoy it.

Soon enough, it was pouring again. And the calls stopped.

han jisung + fluff + smut

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request: for @hannie-squirrel00 : Heeeyyy lovely🥰 I've been reading your Stray Kids imagines which I am loving btw😍🤩 and I wanted to ask you if you could do a smut for me with Jisung please? If you need anything let me know and also could you make it long? Thank you soo soo much🥰🥰 word count: 4.2k words warnings; cunnilingus, unprotected sex, blowjob, fluffyyyy

Ugly Sweaters

"And the loser is... y/n! Congratulations to all the players~"

You sigh, knowing this was coming. The rest of the night is spent drinking and laughing along to stupid jokes. You stay along with your best friend and roommate, Chaerim. She was extremely tipsy for a pre-Christmas party, and you wanted to stay by her side before she gets kidnapped by an odd guy.

You were at your college friend’s residence, celebrating the last day of November before the beginning of the festive month. All of you played games until one of your friends proposed a game of beer pong, where the winner would choose the punishment for the loser. After the winner was decided, Chan, you knew he was going to go hard on the loser. A few moments are dedicated to thinking, and he replies.

"The loser has to wear ugly Christmas sweaters for the next 25 days until Christmas Eve."

And when the loser was judged, you, Chan's eyes filled with pity after imagining you wearing an ugly yellow-colored sweater filled with clashing decorations. He laughed awkwardly, not wanting to tense the atmosphere around you. Of course, you weren't upset, it was just a game. The next few weeks at work were off, you didn't have college, so you would stay at your apartment under the comforts of your ugly sweater.

On the day before the first day of the Christmas month, November 30, you went shopping to buy sweaters with Chaerim. Your eyes filled with awe as you looked at all the latest collection of sweaters, heart-melting, and bank account shivering. You start to think that this challenge wasn’t terrible for you since you could save your money now!

But that didn't stop your shopping partner from practically throwing her money everywhere she found a cute sweater. Hell, the sweater wouldn't even cover her torso, and it would still tumble into the shopping cart to get along with its other rich mates. Meanwhile, you move towards the nearly isolated section of the store, searching for an ugly, but presentable hoodie to satisfy your friends' growing impatience on the group chat, asking for your picture in the outfit.

You spot an employee from your peripheral vision, looking at you with his booklet and pen in hand. He walks over to you and you turn around to face him with a handful of sweaters drowning you. He chuckles before speaking.

"Excuse me, do you need help with those?"

"Uh... Yes please."

You pick up feet shuffling away as you stand there behind the pile of wool. You hear wheels rolling when you peek from behind the pile in your hands to see the employee bringing a shopping cart for you. You thank him as you dump the pile into the cart, resting your arms after holding the weight.

"Thank you... Jisung", you say smiling as you notice the name on his tag reading 'Han Jisung'.

"Oh, don't worry it's my job. Why the ugly sweaters though? Lost a bet?"

You chuckle, "Lost a game. It was bad." He laughs along as he fixes some clothes falling out of the trolley. You take this moment of silence as an opportunity to check him out. Han Jisung was slim. He had a petite figure —small waist, narrow shoulders— but he was well built. His white button-up hugged his arms and waist at the right place. He had a good pair of thighs, his black slacks acting like a second skin on the limbs.

"So... I'm gonna go now, my friend's waiting for me. I hope we meet again!", you bubble, waving the male a goodbye. He smiled and went back to work, noting down some price tag values and clicking his pen close. You walk over to Chaerim, her cart overflowing with accessories and dresses that were maybe more expensive than your entire wardrobe.

"Chae, honey, we're shopping for the week. Not for the decade," you cautioned, eyeing her shopping cart. Chaerim was rich, anyone could tell. But she was humble. She wouldn't brag about her riches, but also couldn't box her shopaholic nature when she saw the designer fabric and exceptional perfume. Those were her weaknesses, and she might as well live off without a family, but no new clothes? She would die.

You stand in line as you see Jisung run-up to the next cashier counter, filling in the empty spot. You feel a tug at your arm, and only register your friend pulling you towards him. He smiles at your friend before looking at you, beaming like the sunshine. He scans your clothes, which took twenty minutes due to Chaerim buying nearly three-fourth of the store before handing over the receipt to you two. Chaerim pays for it and as she types in her credit card password in the machine, Jisung asks–

"So, what's your name?"

"y/n", you smile, mentally beating yourself up for not saying it the first time you met. You and Chaerim grab the bags of clothes as you waddle up to the exit, stopped by the call of your name.

"Hey! Wait for a second!"

You and your roommate turn on your heels to face a breathless Jisung as he hands a credit card your way. You look at Chaerim as she makes eye contact with you and you metaphorically slap her. If it weren't for Jisung, your friend would have to pick food out of a trash can.

"You can leave those here, you know. I'll deliver them at your place", Jisung nervously suggests, gesturing his hands as if trying to pry the bags away from you. You smile at him and nod as he takes out his notepad and writes down the address Chaerim dictates him. Your friend hands the bags to Jisung and leaves to call a cab, leaving you and the boy alone to hoard aside your wares. As you turn to leave, Jisung stops one last time, scratching the back of his neck.

"Can I have your number?"

You cock an eyebrow at the question amusingly. He notices your reaction, quickly jumping to clarify his words.

"I— I meant if I couldn't find your address! I don't wanna get in someone's pants after 10 minutes of conversation!"

"So if our talk lasted longer, you would ask my number to get in my pants, am I right?"

"Yes! I... I mean no! I—" he huffs out, pouting his lips as he failed to make you understand his true intentions.

"Okay okay, I'm just kidding. Here, note it down", you giggle at his softness, giving your number to him. You run back out the store as you look at Chaerim enter a taxi, running over to the vehicle and hopping inside

You and Chaerim order takeout on the way home, and you couldn't stop smiling at the interaction you had with Jisung. Your friend noticed your happiness, twirling her fingers at the base of your hair.

"Who's my lover girl thinking about, hm?"

"Hey! I'm not thinking about anyone", you mumble, grinning as your thoughts flood with Jisung's smiley and bubbly face. You hear a scoff, followed by an ��As our lover girl says”, from next to you as you elbow your friend in her sides, laughter filling the cab.

You reach home and get ready for bed, phone dinging with notifications as you open your group chat to view texts from your desperate and thirsty friends. You even notice a few from Chaerim, giggling at her stupidity. You tell them all to wait since the clothes were on their way, and that was enough to blow up your phone even more; a few texts from people who you didn't even know were enquiring about the ugly sweaters.

As you brew yourself and your roommate a hot chocolate, you hear your phone ringing. You look at the unknown number ringing you and you pick up, thinking it was Jisung who couldn't find your apartment.

"Hello, ther—"

"Good Evening Madam! You are the lucky winner of our raffle round! You have won a car and a grand prize of one million dollars! All you need to do is send in your social security number as well as passport details to receive the pri—"

You hang up, annoyed at the loud voice of the call center employee. If anything, they should've hired someone with a voice like Jisung's, soft, polite, kind, and actually convincing. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to meet him then, you forget about the call, sipping from your drink. You hear your phone ring again as you pick up without looking at the caller ID.

"You better listen to me right now. I miserably need a car and definitely need a million dollars, but if I had to give out my social security number around like cupcakes, you can consider shoving those prizes right up your as— "

"Y/n! What are you talking about?" A surprised voice speaks through the phone. You realize it wasn't from the caller this time, but from Jisung on the other side. You absolutely hated yourself and wanted nothing more than Han Jisung himself tossing you into outer space.

"Listen, it's okay, that's happened to me too, and it was to my boss, which is even worse. Now don't ask if I did it intentionally or not, because that would get me fired." he laughed across the static line, making you at ease and snicker too.

"Anyway, so there's this huge stationery shop, that's your building yeah?"

"Yep"

"Great. I'm on my way!"

"Thanks, Jisung!" you squeal, thanking the boy for his kind intentions. You wait at the door for the boy to bring your clothes. It was as if you were attracted to him like he was a magnet and you a piece of iron. He was sweet, caring, helpful, not to mention very attractive and probably the best boyfriend one could ask for.

You jolt as you hear the doorbell ring, quickly shuffling to open the gate. You see Jisung standing at the doorway with his hands filled with nearly five full bags of garments. You offer him to come in and have some hot chocolate and sit down since he must be tired from delivering the huge stack of clothes all the way down to your house.

He politely denies the offer, talking about coming over some other time, preferably when he wasn't doing night shifts. You felt pity for him since he had to work even during Christmas Eve. You smile and wave him goodbye until he leaves out of your sight, tossing the feeling of your heart rapidly thumping against your ribs aside, getting ready to send your annoying friends a picture of you in your new outfit, your first ugly sweater out of the other twenty-four you were going to be forced to wear not only by your annoying classmates but also your roommate.

You do the usual routine, brush your teeth, clean your makeup, get comfortable and cuddle up next to your teddy bear plushie. You think about Jisung one last time before dozing off and place your teddy bear’s paw above your head, smiling at the feeling of your roommate’s soft hands carding through your scalp to get you to sleep.

••••

A few days pass by, and Jisung still hasn't left your mind. You always hover your finger above the call button, to at least hear his voice once. You had never behaved that way, to say the least. Even Chaerim noted how your eyes would glisten and shine at the mere mention of Jisung's name. How you would shy down under your blankets when she would ask you about him. And when the day to buy the next batch of ugly sweater rolled along, you couldn't control your happiness.

You practically ran towards the store, looking for not only the sweaters but for a particular someone. You smile when your eyes land on Jisung and you try playing it cool as if you haven’t been thinking of him all week. But when he locked eyes with you, he was the one whose heart rate skyrocketed. He squealed and ran towards you, grabbing you by your arm and taking towards the latest collection of hideous sweaters. Chaerim looked over at the two of you with doe eyes, happy that her best friend was finally getting hooked up and wouldn't be a lone wolf at Christmas.

You and Jisung had grown closer over the next few days, with you meeting him after his shifts with your new bright green hoodies and yellow sweaters. You would get a few looks and laughs here and there, but it was all a joke. You liked Jisung, and you knew he liked you back. Stating that the two of you had become inseparable was an understatement. You two were basically connected by the waist and would spend the smallest moment away from work with each other. Albeit, you two hadn't confessed.

It was only two days for Christmas now, and even Chaerim’s boyfriend had come over. It would always disappoint you that you had to sleep out on the couch when your roommate would share intimate moments with him. Not because of the simple fact that your bed was taken away from you, but because you couldn't do the same to her with Jisung. Even you wanted Jisung to kiss you, to touch you in places you've never let even the closest people touch you, to have sex with you.

To tell you he loves you.

••••

At last, it was Christmas. Your overly excited roommate had tied up mistletoes around the house. You had invited Jisung over to spend the night together since Chaerim would be busy with her partner. You and Jisung would randomly yell out a 'kiss! you're under the mistletoe!' to the couple whenever they would cross from under the leaves, earning a groan from either one of the two. You two would chuckle and sit in one position, not moving from the couch so that they didn't have the opportunity to take revenge.

You feel someone shuffling behind you when you look back at Minho holding up something above the two of you. Chaemin crosses her hands and taps her feet smirking as she opens her mouth to leave words you weren't planning on hearing for the rest of the evening.

"Kiss, honey. You're under the mistletoe", She grins, her plan working as she wanted it. You huff, mumbling a "That's not fair" to the older couple looking down at you two. You look at Jisung, who just smiles smugly and shrugs as if suggesting that you two have no other option.

He shifts in his place, making your insides shiver as he places his hand on your jaw, leaning in to meet your lips. His lips feel like cotton candy on yours, your strawberry flavored chapstick blending with his make-shift saliva covered lips.

You pull away, anxiety instead of blood coursing through your nerves. Looking away and not making eye-contact with Jisung, you make a mental note of killing your roommate and her boyfriend once you find the right moment. Jisung rubs his palm against the flesh of your thigh in an attempt to stop your veins from getting jittery. Instead, the touch does the complete opposite, making fire rage in your body. You clear your throat glancing at Chaerim and Minho and walk to the kitchen after announcing that you were going to get you all some snacks.

That night, you and Jisung were exceptionally quiet. It felt as if you two were out of topics to talk about when in reality, you didn't want to face each other. You suddenly feel regret, thinking that maybe if you hadn't invited Jisung, he wouldn't have been embarrassed, and maybe your friend would still remain.

It was late at night when you all sat down in a circle, holding three to four gifts each between your legs. You were nervous and excited, curious as to what Jisung had bought you. Chaerim started, who received a silver ring from Minho, followed by Minho, who got tickets to his favorite artist's concert from his partner. He hooted and the pair kissed a filthy kiss, making you young chicks look away. You look at Jisung and gag, making him laugh at your cute faces.

You motion Jisung to open the gift you had given him, and he obliges. He opens the wrapper to reveal an expensive album record that he had been dying to buy but couldn't since he was short in money. He fist-bumped the air, jumping up and dancing a cute dance while chanting 'I'm so happy' over and over.

"Open your's, quick!"

By now all eyes were on you since you were the last one to open your gift. Minho shoots a 'hope it isn't a five-dollar bill' to Jisung, earning a face from the younger. You smile and open your gift, revealing a red-colored oversized sweater covered in white pearls and green beads. Your mouth hangs agape as you look over at Jisung and back at the dress.

"I saw you swooning over this when we first met, so I thought it would make the perfect gift", he speaks nonchalantly, waving off the fact that he could've bought ten of the album records he'd been dying to buy all these weeks with the money he spent on one sweater for you.

You jump up and hug him as your lips meet, this time both of you sharing the affection. This was how you wanted your kiss with Jisung to be like –slow, passionate and loving, not forced and under pressure of people watching you. You hear the older two yells “Get a room!” as you smile into the kiss, his hands snaking down to your waist.

All of you decide to watch a movie, which was ultimately ditched by Chaerim and Minho because they were sleepy as they prance into your and Chaerim’s shared bedroom, preparing to keep the neighbors awake all night with their sinful sounds. You and Jisung were left under the covers, cuddling into each other. He looks at you and opens his mouth to ask you something, words stuck in his throat as you’re facing the screen, your soft features illuminated by nothing but the bright light from it.

“Did you enjoy the kiss before?”

You frown in confusion, “If I said no, will you make me feel better?”

You feel the couch shift next to you and you turn towards him completely, his hands running up and down your sides. You cup his soft cheeks and pull him into a kiss, the sensation being both feverish and passionate. He pulls you closer to him, making you straddle his legs. You lick your lips before diving back in, pushing yourself onto him so that he lies down on the couch. You lay atop him, and he grazes his tongue against your lips as you permit him entrance. You bite his bottom lip, bubbling a small whine out of him. Only through the light provided by the television, you still feel him blush red, embarrassment flooding through him.

You run your hands through his fluffy hair, tugging at it softly as he moans into the kiss, sounds muffled due to your lips connected. He props himself up such that you fall under him, and for once you thank Chaerim for buying a wide sofa. You break the kiss, breathing in a tuft of air, only for it to be stuck in your lungs as Jisung nips at the skin on your neck, his growing bulge grinding down on your inner thigh. You feel the wet patch on your clothed core growing as every second passes by, your body becoming needy for action.

He sits up and crawls down to have your pussy face him. He removes your leggings, letting your underwear remain. He blows on the wet area a few times, earning eager whines from you, and you hold a fistful of his hair between your fingers, trying to pull him closer to your heat. He obliges, licking a fat strip on your slit right above the lacey material, making you shudder with pleasure. He pushes his muscle against your hole, making a moan bubble from your lips.

Pushing your underwear aside, he quickly jumps to business. He starts eating you out like he hadn’t just had dinner an hour ago. You arch your back in pleasure when he works his tongue against your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. Two fingers prod at your entrance and before you can think about them, they’re pushed into your core, making you moan and buck your hips into his face.

He holds you down with his free hand, rubbing his thumb against your clit and tongue licking your slit a couple times. He pushes his tongue inside you, and you clench around him. He laps your walls and reaches your sweet spots, making you thrash under him. You wanted to desperately release the alien feeling in your abdomen, but Jisung wasn’t going any further than fingering you.

“Jisung, please” was all it took for the boy to unbuckle his belt and drop it at the foot of the couch. He takes his pant off and climbs back up to you, kissing every part of your skin from your torso to your breast, pushing the blue sweater up along with his forehead. You pull the fabric over your head, revealing your bra-less figure. Jisung groans at the sight, biting his bottom lip as he starts grinding his hips into your dripping cunt.

He reaches out to run a hand through your hair, only to be stopped by your fingers curling around his wrists. You bring them down and press his palm over your heat, showing him how hot and wet you were, how desperate you were for his cock to be buried deep inside of you. He exhales a growl and tugs at your panties, pulling them off. He grinds on you a couple of times before finally pushing his length in you, inch by inch, to prevent any pain from coming to the bay.

Once he’s fully in, he opens his eyes to look at you, mouth agape and eyes screwed shut. One of your hands were tangled in his hair, while the other one was gripping the edge of the sofa, almost tearing a hole into the material. You open your eyes at the sudden stillness, only for Jisung to cock his head questioningly as if asking if he could move. You nod after a couple moments, bliss washing over the pain. He starts thrusting into you, slow and hard. He reaches lengths in you almost no one ever did, and you were shaking in pleasure.

He hears a moan, but not from you, it roams from the bedroom. Even they’re fucking. He picks up his speed once he thinks you’re doing well, thrusting into you like his life depends on it. He reaches your cervix head-on a couple of times, lolling a scream and yelp from you occasionally. You moan louder, drowning out the noises coming from the bedroom. And when he starts gyrating his long fingers against your clit, you jolt in pleasure, gripping on his arms tightly as your pleasure waves over you.

Your breathing starts getting labored and he hardens his grip on your waist, making your body burn with pleasure. He bends down, biting and sucking on your neck, licking the area after he’s created a marooned art piece. The feeling on your skin drove you to the edge, and you release around him, walls clenching at his fat length in you. He pulls out of you and thrusts into his hand, searching for his orgasm miserably.

You replace his hand with yours, and though limp, you sit up against the arms of the couch and start pumping his length in your hand. He throws his head back in pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth and eyebrows scrunched. You lick from base to top, kitten licking his slit when you feel he’s getting closer to his high. You hollow your mouth and fill him into the cavity, making him hit the back of your throat. Sucking and swallowing at his length, what couldn’t fit in your mouth was replaced by your hands, rubbing the pads of your fingers against his protruding vein.

He orgasms hard, making his vision go white with black dots. You suck him dry, some of his cum dribbling down your chin as you get up, which he cleans with the back of his hand. He pulls you into a kiss, tasting his orgasm on your palette.

You pull away to join him under the blankets, cuddling and hugging him as he kisses your forehead. You whisper small ‘I love you’s to him, and he returns them with pecks littering your cheek, smiling like a madman. He hugs and nuzzles his head against your hair, mumbling sweet nothings. You face him, inching your face further from his.

“What are you mumbling about?”

“I bought that dress because employees have a 65% discount on store items,” he confesses, giggling. You open your eyes wide, laughing softly at his cheekiness. Your snuggle closer into his chest, hearing his heart beating only for you. He cards his hand through your hair until he hears soft snores from you.

He looks over at the ugly sweater sprawled across the other end of the couch and smiles, mind rewinding back to the time when you two first met.

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a/n: this!!! fic!!! is!!! my!!! baby!!! also, i know Christmas is long gone, but i really wanted to write over this prompt. Enjoy ;)

Best Two Out of Three

A/N: i know y’all have been waiting so anxiously to see who won the sparring fight between demon!harry and angel!Y/N and i’m more than happy to finally give it to you guys! i hope you enjoyyyyy

word count: 7.9k

content: cocky yet lovable asshole demon!h and a smidge of filth  

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Y/N knows that fighting has to do with impulse just as much as training, and she knows the brain finds comfort in patterns. Lower left hip, the center of the ribcage on the opposite side, meaning that instincts expect her to strike somewhere on his left side again. This is exactly why she does the contrary, slamming her palm against Harry’s right shoulder and smirking to herself when, out of her peripheral vision, she glimpses him trying to protect his left. The impact sends him jarring backwards.

Her knee zones in on his abdomen, though he manages to block it with his conjoined fingers, catapulting her heel towards the ground. She advances forward with two quick punches between his pectoral muscles and then one straight for his jaw, which he manages to evade by ducking his head sideways. Harry returns her jaw punch with one of his own and she just barely skims by unscathed, dropping towards the floor onto her belly and slipping between her boyfriend’s parted legs. She flips onto her back, pulling her legs against her chest and then jutting her heels upwards with all her might. Harry’s ass takes the heat.

He’s launched forward, stumbling a few feet and saving himself with the pads of his extended fingers against the mat. He reels around to face Y/N (who has already recovered her footing) with an expression of shocked amusement at her target. Y/N retaliates with a coy shrug of her brows. 

“You quite literally just kicked my ass.”

“And I quite literally enjoyed it.”

or Y/N challenges Harry to a sparring match with two very important prizes on the line: a strip tease versus a month of litter-box duty.

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“First rule: absolutely no powers in any way, shape, or form.” Harry tightens the neon yellow boxing tape securely around Y/N’s knuckles, tugging the last layer with finality, ripping the excess off with his teeth. “Which means you can’t shock me with that electricity shit you do with your fingers.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s static.”

Harry tosses the roll of athletic wrap into the supplies bin he has at the corner of his work-out room, eyelids dropping over his irises in a disbelieving, humorous scowl. “I’m pretty sure static doesn’t look like pastel blue lightning.”

Y/N shrugs easily as she extends and curls her bound fingers, trying to get used to the firmness of the protective cloth. She glances upwards, batting her eyelashes at him with a blank stare of faux innocence. “You never know.” 

Harry reaches into the left pocket of his starch white Nike gym shorts, fishing out a hair tie as he drifts towards a rack of bo staffs at the opposite corner of the room, pulling his messy curls into a short ponytail atop his head. Y/N can’t rip her gaze from the way the taunt muscles of his back shift with his movements, rippling beneath the thin material of his grey-wash Harley Davidson muscle tank.

“Second rule,” he picks up one of the long, waxy wooden poles, giving it a slow, full spin as he passes it between his palms, “no dirty play.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

Harry’s grip clenches around the middle of the combat stick, the familiar bite of the smooth surface prickling his skin and sending a buzzing up his arm. He smirks knowingly down at his feet while Y/N distractedly peers at the veins chiseling their way up his forearm. “Neither did I, but I want a fair fight so that when I beat you, there’s no wiggle room.”   

“You sound so confident, it’s gonna hurt my heart when I make you eat your words.” Y/N jolts her eyebrows challengingly, a teasing grin toying with the edges of her pursed lips. 

Harry tilts his head back up, eyes focusing on his girlfriend as she rests in an instinctual defensive stance a few feet away from him, clad in an old Vans tee and a pair of black compression tights he’d let her borrow. His chin edges upward, the gesture tainted with an aura of cocksure smugness. The natural glint that reflects off the usual deep canopy green of his eyes suddenly brightens— the unmistakable sign of a darker, more reflective hue washing over it. 

“Lucky for me, mine stopped beating a long time ago. Means I’ll feel absolutely nothing when I wipe you across the floor.” 

“Mm, I don’t believe that.”

“You’re right. I forgot ‘satisfied joy’ is an emotion.”

Harry reaches for another staff, picking the one at the bottom rung. It’s completely black, the surface twinkling alluringly under the light that streams in through the sheer silver curtains, giving away that the weapon is made out of some type of stone or gem. 

He catches Y/N studying the stick intriguingly, voicing the answer to her curiosity. “It’s made of obsidian and onyx. Forged by a good friend downstairs. It’s weighted specifically to my hand, balanced to my liking.”

With his single free hand, Harry gives the staff a few quick, skillful twirls that show off his close fellowship with the tool, the pieces of onyx strewn within the tempered obsidian bouncing the faint rays of sunlight all across the maroon walls of the room. He slams one end down onto the floor, the circular flat edge digging into the royal blue safety mat covering the entirety of the ground. “Never lost a fight with it.”

Y/N tilts her head to the side a tad, licking over her lips as excited anticipation starts sparking across the tips of her fingers. “There’s a first for everything.”

Without warning, Harry hurls the other bo staff toward Y/N with his full strength, wanting to test her impulses in order to survey his competition. 

Y/N doesn’t miss a beat, her body acting on centuries of muscle memory and celestially-spiked adrenaline. Her arm shoots outwards, the staff ramming longways right into the palm of her awaiting hand, digits wrapping around it tightly as she absorbs the strength behind the blow, her own canceling it out. 

Harry simply gives a satisfied nod, his bare feet padding against the vinyl plastic of the mat as he draws closer to her until they’re about a yard apart. He leans against his custom prop as Y/N lowers her’s beside her right thigh, his eyes tinted their usual jade once again, full of impressed amusement.

“Final rule: best two out of three wins and if you’re down for at least three seconds, you lose the round. The first two are hand-to-hand, the last one is with the staffs. I’m guessing you’re versed in Krav Maga, right?”

“Was there when it was invented, so obviously.”

“Jujutsu?”

“Mmhm.”

“Taekwondo?”

“Yeah.”

“Boxing?”

“Yes. I can also make a mean bologna sandwich and can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue. Are you done stalling?”

“Just wanna make sure that when I win, you don’t pull ‘I wasn’t taught that style’ as an excuse.”

Y/N lightly chucks her pole just outside the bounds of the practice mat, where it won’t be an obstacle. “I’m a little insulted you’d think so little about Heaven’s first line of defense.” 

“And I just don’t want you to be a sore loser. Pettiness isn’t a cute look on you.” Harry quips as his staff is strewn across Y/N’s, the crack of the impact echoing across the entire apartment. 

He starts rolling his shoulders to loosen up, craning his neck from side to side, feet shifting into a diagonal, parallel fighting position. “Did you stretch? Wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle mid-kick, would we?”

Y/N mirrors his posture, pushing a few rogue strands of hair from her eyes with the back of her hand, bare feet planting themselves steadily apart as she ducks slightly, knees bending a smidge to calibrate her center of gravity. The grip of the rubbery plastic beneath her toes fills her with a type of soothing hum, her muscles purring as her senses hone into crisp awareness. She can hear the blood pumping in her ears, feel the coolness of the air expanding her lungs, and she can even make out the faint, dull ringing that is suspended in the electrified air, which fills the gap of Harry’s lacking heartbeat. 

“Don’t worry about me, I’m all good.”

Harry holds up his palms in a peaceful gesture, the bright boxing tape seeming to glow in the dusky light swimming across the air. “Just trying t’be a caring boyfriend.”  

His hands fall into fists, thumbs instinctively resting beneath his lower round of knuckles instead of tucking under his fingers— a method he’d learned early on in his training, conceived with the notion of preventing one from breaking their thumbs with the force of their own punches. The flat side of his forearms face outwards as a first line of defense, veins carving their way under his skin as his fists clench readily, itching for the feel of collision. 

His heels carve deeper into the mat, balancing his mass and revving his nerves. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Alright. Ladies first.” 

As much as Y/N hates to admit it, it makes sense that Harry won the first round. 

He’d recently been assigned to coaching the newest flight of demons-in-training, meaning that for the last two weeks, he’d been practicing on his combat skills for six hours a day, five days a week. Y/N hadn’t sparred in a while— months, maybe. She was unfortunately rusty and it shows pretty evidently in how it takes Harry less than a minute to give her left cheek a mat-patterned makeover. 

She had started off fairly solid with a distraction technique that she was always confident in. A punch aimed right at the center of Harry’s sternum with the intent of cutting off his airflow, which he blocked swiftly, just as she predicted he would. 

What she wasn’t expecting was the form he used to block her. 

Y/N expected him to throw up his forearms parallel to one another to defend himself, meanwhile she would use that split second to sweep him off his feet with a hooked kick to his right ankle. That was the original plan.

Harry threw a wrench in it. 

Instead, he crosses his forearms in front of his chest, Y/N’s fist ending up wedged between them. Her eyes do a terrible job of hiding her alarmed panic as she glances up momentarily, met with an expression of conceited triumph painted over her boyfriend’s annoyingly handsome features. The sly snark in his voice makes her teeth grate. “Oops.”   

The small change in tactic was enough to throw her off rhythm; the rest of the round was basically his for the taking. 

He doesn’t waste a single moment, delivering a quick, sharp kick to the side of her left knee, using the hold on her wrist to twist her arm roughly, throwing her body off equilibrium. She is met with another kick right to her stomach, the front of one of Harry’s calves hitting her about an inch above the belly button, right below the ribs. Y/N crumples to her hands and knees, a deep ache radiating across every one of her bones, concentrating mainly on the points that had taken the blows. All of her attention is diverted to her labored breathing, having to consciously force herself to go through the motions, her lungs rattling with every inhale. Her eyes blur with overwhelmed tears, which she messily wipes away with the back of her hand before Harry can see them. 

She’s not hurt, just stunned (the ache is ebbing away fairly quick as her self-healing kicks in). She hadn’t realized just how out of practice she was until now.  

Harry allows a few seconds to drag by (both for her sake and the three-count forfeit rule) and then crouches down level with her, elbows propping on his knees as his head cocks sideways to catch her line of sight. He reaches forward and gently taps on Y/N’s nose playfully, voice airy and teasing (though there’s an obvious haughtiness in the undertone). “Don’t take this the wrong way, darling, but if this is what Heaven’s first line of defense is like, it’s pretty shitty.”

He offers her his hand and after a pause of petty hesitation, she begrudgingly accepts it. 

Once she’s back on her feet, she balances on one foot and lightly swings the lower half of her injured leg back and forth. The joint pops back into place, drawing a faint wince on her behalf. “Asshole.”

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me, minx.” 

Y/N regains her combat stance, shuffling back a step or so for a better range of motion. “Call it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a minute to—”

“Call it.”

The second round goes much better. 

She takes off at a running start, pulsing herself off the ground about two feet, coming down onto Harry with her forearms crossed. She’s met with a mirror of her gesture as Harry allows her full weight to sink against his arms and then uses the momentum against her. He pushes up and forward, feeling the force leave his muscles as Y/N flies back. She lands crouched low on her feet, not phased at all. One of her palms juts down against the mattress for stability as she swings out her left leg in one quick motion, ankle colliding with Harry’s. 

He teeters backwards a bit, but manages to preserve his footing. 

Y/N lunges again, a punch hitting him square in the stomach. The feeling of finally pulling one on him swells here confidence. She follows with an intricate set of moves, aiming each jab at specific pressure points that should shock her opponent’s nerves just enough to grant her a window of opportunity for a total knock out. One aimed at his left hip, which throws his torso sideways. Another at the other side, higher up, concentrated between his second and third ribs. He blocks it with his wrist, but Y/N doesn’t let it distract her this time. Her mind is racing, eyes darting back and forth across Harry’s body, analyzing it for weak links and connecting it to the technique layout in her mind. 

Y/N knows that fighting has to do with impulse just as much as training, and she knows the brain finds comfort in patterns. Lower left hip, the center of the ribcage on the opposite side, meaning that instincts expect her to strike somewhere on his left side again. This is exactly why she does the contrary, slamming her palm against Harry’s right shoulder and smirking to herself when, out of her peripheral vision, she glimpses him trying to protect his left. The impact sends him jarring backwards.

Her knee zones in on his abdomen, though he manages to block it with his conjoined fingers, catapulting her heel towards the ground. She advances forward with two quick punches between his pectoral muscles and then one straight for his jaw, which he manages to evade by ducking his head sideways. Harry returns her jaw punch with one of his own and she just barely skims by unscathed, dropping towards the floor onto her belly and slipping between her boyfriend’s parted legs. She flips onto her back, pulling her legs against her chest and then jutting her heels upwards with all her might. Harry’s ass takes the heat.

He’s launched forward, stumbling a few feet and saving himself with the pads of his extended fingers against the mat. He reels around to face Y/N (who has already recovered her footing) with an expression of shocked amusement at her target, which Y/N returns with a coy shrug of her brows. 

“You quite literally just kicked my ass.”

“And I quite literally enjoyed it.”

She barrels towards him and he comes to the conclusion that it seems he underestimated her.

Harry waits until the distance between them is dangerously short and then dives to the right, his tank top rustling as she attempts to brake her trajectory. He slams his forearm flat across her upper back and then follows it up with a repeat on the lower half, but with his elbow. Y/N’s body arcs, absorbing the brutal force of the blows and processing what to do next. Harry takes this chance to fling himself onto her, arms snaking around her and gluing her arms to her sides. His girlfriend tries to break free by rending from side to side, but as soon as she realizes it’s useless, she switches tactics. Y/N sprints upwards, Harry’s body leaning back to accommodate. 

Instead of landing on her feet, she allows herself to fall onto her knees on the mat, ignoring the cold shot of pain that ices the joints. She then swings her upper-body forward, tumbling across the ground with Harry in tow. She ends up on top of him, his arms still clamped around her but lose enough that she can get a dig in with her elbows. There’s a crack on impact. 

Harry grunts in pained alarm, releasing her out of instinct. She rolls off him onto her stomach, pushing herself up to get her legs propped on each side of his thighs. She grabs his wrists, ramming them against the safety cushion. He struggles for a hot minute, twisting, turning, and bucking to fight her off, but eventually gives up. She’s too well calibrated to budge. 

Instead, he allows his head to fall back onto the mat, emitting a low, achy groan that slowly molds into an impressed chuckle. “Fuck, that hurt.”

Y/N’s breathing is ragged, her brows itchy with sweat and eyes stinging. Most of her hair has found its was out of the carefully-crafted ponytail she’d pulled it into, tickling down her jaw and across her glistening cheekbones. “It was meant to.”

His fingers dissolve from the tight fists they were bound in, tapping against the plastic covering beneath them. His tongue swipes over his chapped lips as the edges coil into a sly, lascivious simper. “But you gotta admit, this is pretty hot."

Y/N tries to ignore the way he shifts his hips between her thighs, attempting to pray away the fact that his jogging shorts are made of a sports material so thin she can feel the chiseling of his pelvis beneath them. Her voice comes out throaty and slightly quivering, defeating any authority she’d inclined for it to carry. “Stop that.”

Harry’s eyebrows raise questioningly, expression one of fake clueless innocence as he pouts his lips in a mystified frown. “Stop what?”

His eyes dash down to where their bodies meet, then back up to meet her furrowed-brow glare. His hips begin to rub up against her harder.

“Cut it out.”

Harry softens his irises into a watery, pleading facade, quivering his lower lip dramatically. “But I’m getting close.”

“Idiot.” Y/N grumbles, dismounting now that it has been well over three seconds.

He carefully sits up, one hand resting along the area of his wounded ribs to ease them back into place (it’s a literal pain when things settle incorrectly— requires him having to rebreak the parts so they recover accordingly), the other palm propped flat on the floor behind him to help keep upright as everything heals. A warm surge undulates through his fractured bones and he can feel the pieces mending back together. 

Y/N is already at the edge of the practice mat, combing her hair neatly back from her face and tying it off tighter than before to ensure it doesn’t get in the way. It’s a simple action with no meaning behind it at all, but somehow, Harry finds it infuriatingly endearing. Her perfectionism is peeking through, obvious in the way she releases a soft exasperated growl when a few rebellious strands dance across her eyes. She takes down the entire do, raking her fingers through her locks once again (with a slight vengeance) and looping the neon tie-dye scrunchie around them with annoyed finality. Her hair obliges this time. 

She leans down and scoops the bo staffs into her palms, giving Harry’s one last fascinated once-over before rolling it across the ground in his direction. It thuds to a halt at his outer thigh, a muted holographic glint tennising between all the pretty jewels encapsulated in the tempered midnight glass. Harry wiggles his digits underneath his weapon, rolling it comfortably back and forth before using it to brace himself into a standing position. He hoists himself up with a strained grunt (not necessarily because it hurts, but moreso to guilt Y/N a tad for the hell of it) and twists his torso from side to side to make sure all the nuts and bolts have sifted into gear. 

He contemplates his girlfriend with a slow, conceited blink and the unmistakable twitch of his plump lips, the entire regard coated thick with shit-eating smugness. She avoids his gaze by glancing down at one of the ridges in the mat, willing her eyes to keep from flaring. 

The intense moment passes, Harry’s voice breaking through the atmosphere with a jesting complaint. “You broke a few ribs.”

She glimpses back up at him from under her lashes, taking in his casual demeanor as he leans against the pole easily, resting it snugly in the divet along the inside of his elbow. “And you dislocated my knee. Let’s call it even.” 

He runs his teeth across the length of his lower lip, pursing it and pairing the action with a thoughtful purr. “Fair enough.” 

Harry cocks his chin upwards, uncurling his index finger from the staff and making a come-ether motion. 

Y/N shuffles towards him, squeezing her rod anxiously. She stops about three feet in front of him, squaring her shoulders in order to mimic his nonchalant attitude. She’s well aware of the mental manipulation that goes into phasing out your opponent and she wants to let Harry know it won’t work on her.

He mulls her over for a second, then his mouth curves into a lopsided grin, dimples winking awake. “Last round, same rules.”

He holds out his bo staff before him for indication, both hands spaced evenly across the expanse. He taps the very center with his right thumb. “See that fine little line?” 

Y/N studies the crevice he’s signifying. “Yeah?”

In one swift, harsh motion, Harry slams the combat stick down against his knee and Y/N can’t help but jump at the abruptness. The pole snaps cleanly in two, her boyfriend holding up either pieces and shaking them lightly in the air. He goes about his explanation without a hitch. “You can split it into two.”

Y/N looks down at her own tool, running her thumbs down its waxy wooden surface until she feels the crease he’s referring to. “Got it.”

Harry reconnects the two halves, spinning the entire five foot staff over his hand, around his wrist, and finally into default combat position. It rests parallel against his hip, the top half diagonal to his stomach, both of his hands gripping it tightly. He bends down a few inches, feet planted expertly to distribute his weight evenly as he shrugs his brows knowingly. “You better start thinking of a good song to strip to.” 

Y/N assumes her own fighting stance, copying his but with her pole on the opposite side, its mass strangely comforting against the curve of her waist. “And you better get ready to clean Hemmy’s litter box for the next month.” 

The final round lasts longer than the first two and both combatants have multiple close calls, but one eventually comes up victor. Harry was the first to initiate this time. 

He had pounced, reeling his bo staff back and bringing it down towards Y/N at full velocity. The crack of the two sticks colliding scatters loudly along the walls of the apartment. 

Y/N isn’t a fan of staff technique fighting. She favors hand-to-hand, simply because there’s a stronger confidence in having direct skin contact with one’s combatant, as well as having the fighting constricted to close quarters. Closer engagement ensures that there will be no surprise attacks from anywhere, where as with the poles, the length of the weapon can’t be focused on all at once. She could be hit on the shoulder one second and have her feet taken out not even an inhale later. It requires quicker, keen impulses and rigid, acute blows. The combinations of attacks are endless and unpredictable until a heartbeat before they happen, and it demands a defense that is also an offense, so there is no time at all to pause and recoup. Not to mention the fact that the material of the staffs is cruelly solid, so impact packs five times the pain of a regular fist. 

It’s because of all of this— because of all of the limiting factors she’d encountered with this style of sport— that she had willed herself to become so good at it. It was what she practiced most whenever she sparred back home; she refuses to allow herself to be weak when it comes to protecting everything she’s ever known. Hatred is a valid catalyst for exceeding, and as much as she hates these stupid sticks, exceeding ranks higher in her priorities and it’s paid off in the long-run.

On the other end of the spectrum is Harry. He loves bo staff combat. Thrives in it. It was the form of battle that he picked up the quickest during his training and he favors it over everything else (except maybe blades). During his time in Hell, he knew nothing but agonizing anguish for fifty years. Nothing but continuous torture and abuse that seemed to rip his being to shreds, only for it to be sewn back together and demolished all over again. Once he did his time and was released from the punishment wing, he was less than ready to face all of the emotions that had been forcibly shoved to the back of his mind by the animalistic instinct to survive and persevere.

Fighting was the one place he could let it all out simultaneously, both the emotional and physical turmoil, and put to test the resilience he had gained. He excelled in all forms of hand-to-hand combat and breezed by knife-throwing as if he’d done it all his life, but bo staff warfare provided the challenge of soliciting coarse, brutal techniques with fine-tuned precision, grating accuracy, and accelerated speed responses. It was the perfect cocktail of exertion he needed to work through most of the shit he had been through, all while gaining him a name within the new community he was destined to join. He never personally saw it occur (or maybe he just doesn’t recall it considering specific instances from that time tend to blur together), but people tell him word got around enough that Lucifer himself came to watch one of his matches. 

All in all, the array of details is a way of emphasizing that this round was meant to be his even before it started. However, his confidence begins to shake as they escalate further into the fighting. 

Y/N is good— incredible, actually. Her technique, her timing, her strength and agility, the way she flows through her movements in such a graceful yet cut-throat manner. It all shows she’s had extensive experience in this field and she’s not holding back on showing it off. Every one of his attacks is met with a perfect counter and every one of his defenses is met with an assault of the same caliber. She looks amazing holding her own, brows cinched in extreme concentration and muscles taut as inhuman strength courses through them like a current. Her footwork is excellent, supporting her every motion with flawless balance, delivering strike after strike without a moment of hesitation. 

Harry has never met anyone he could confidently say leveled him in skill, and as cheesy and sappy and idiotic as it sounds, he thinks he’s finally found his match. If he wasn’t in love before, he’s mostly definitely neck-deep in it now.  

He’s lucky he’s practiced enough to multitask or else his dwellings would’ve gotten him knocked on his ass by now. His body had gone into a type of automated combat mode that relied purely on pattern experience and muscle memory, his mind focused partially on the sparring and partially on his thoughts. Harry manages to fully zone back into reality just in time to block an advance at his jaw. The obsidian glass of his pole clacks forcefully against the smoothed red oak of Y/N’s, mere centimeters from his face. 

He goes cross-eyed to look at the staff and then looks past it to the assailant wielding it. “Did you really have to go for the face?”  

Y/N doesn’t respond, yanking her staff back and swinging it downwards towards his ankles, which he intercepts in a blur of glittering jewels. He twists her combat stick around his, attempting to force her into releasing it. She does, letting it fall from her left hand into her right, pulling it out from its cage and spinning her entire body, packing the motion with as much momentum as possible and aiming it for the middle of Harry’s torso. He just barely meets her blow, saving himself from getting the other side of his ribcage broken. Y/N pivots on her heel again, this time aiming for the junction between his neck and shoulder. It’s a sensitive point and should cripple him enough to get him down. 

Harry ducks, slamming the top half of his bo staff against his girlfriend’s stomach, hearing her exclaim on impact. He isn’t even able to celebrate finally getting in a hit because the next thing he knows, a searing ache ruptures across the top of his skull. His vision blurs into a dark red, the edges of his sight vignetting between purple and black. He drops to his hand and knees, ears ringing and teeth going numb. 

The room is spinning and he feels like he might throw up, but he’s stubborn. He rolls sideways on the mat, stopping on his stomach and clumsily hobbling up onto his feet. He blindly extends his staff before him as a defense mechanism, blinking rapidly in an attempt to dissolve the red from his surroundings. He’s faced worse, and frankly, he deserves it after the way he crippled her in the first round. 

Through the hazy curtain washing over his mind, he’s able to focus in on Y/N, who is edging towards him carefully with her pole poised. He works his injury to his angle, pretending to be worse off than he actually is by shaking his head as if trying to regain his bearings. When Y/N is within jumping distance, he launches, taking her by surprise and smacking along the lower half of her sternum. She staggers back, using her pole to keep from tripping, leaving her unprotected. His combat stick finds its way into the left side of her waist, causing her to bend over at the force. Harry steps past her, looking over his shoulder and getting an idea. 

The weapon comes down flat, swatting Y/N right across her backside. 

She yelps out in angered alarm, hands flying to her throbbing bum as she jumps forward a couple of feet, whizzing around with indignation pinching her face. Harry’s eyes flit black as he sticks his tongue out in an open-mouthed smirk, wagging his head tauntingly.

An infuriated snarl rumbles in the back of Y/N’s throat, her limbs acting out of their own accord. She unclasps the two halves of her combat stick over her knee as Harry had before, the ring of color that hugs her irises illuminating itself with a blinding celeste hue. 

He just can’t keep the stereotypical asshole comment to himself, uttering it through a provoking simper. “You look hot when you’re mad.” 

When her next swing comes down, it easily packs the strength of a hundred men. 

Y/N advances on Harry with no remorse, her hits strong and curt, clean-cut and precise. She’s getting in consistent blows now that she has more ammunition, bruising his left shoulder and swelling his right thigh. Her two halves come down at him at once, concentrated toward his chest, and he intercepts with the center of his pole. The brunt of the clash fulfills the purpose Harry had intended, snapping his single staff into its secondary form. 

He twirls each twin piece over the back of his hand, feeling them settle into his cupped fingers snugly. “That’s more like it.” 

They go back and forth for what Harry dubs to be about a minute or two, the sharp clacking of the surfaces biting into the sweat-tinged air. He’s thankful bruises heal almost immediately after inflected or else he’d be purple and blue from head to toe. He’s growing bored and achey of the round, well aware of the fact that since Y/N equals him in skill, the match could go on for hours and he has to work in less than three. 

Not to mention, he hasn’t even had breakfast yet and he can practically hear an omelette calling his name. Maybe with some French toast and homemade lemonade...Fuck, that’d be perfect. 

He still has to take Onyx and Nimbus out for a their daily morning lap around the park nearby. He has to get there early lest he run into that fitness coach with the annoying Doberman that has some weird grudge against his dogs. And now that he recalls, he owes Dylan a coffee for that bet he’d lost over one of his trainees losing a match to another. That’d take at least ten minutes considering how busy Starbucks is in the morning, and that doesn’t include how long it takes them to make the drink due to Dylan’s peculiar (and annoyingly moronic) tastes.

Harry’s daydreaming is what teeters the fight into its end. His lack of focus leads him into making a mistake that is theatrically ironic. 

After deflecting a hit to his jugular, he groups both ends of his pole above his head, bringing them down towards his girlfriend without any real target other than to just plant a hit somewhere. He knew she would block it and he figured he’d use that millisecond window to slam her backward, hopefully with enough give to render her onto her rear. 

However, that is not how it goes down at all.

Instead of hindering the collision with the flat side of both her rungs, Y/N crosses her forearms diagonally before her, both of Harry’s wrists ending up wedged between them. It’s the same exact move he’d used on her to win the first round. 

Y/N quirks her eyebrows up at her opponent mockingly, voice thick with sarcastically satisfied amusement. “Oops.”

She swiftly rotates her arms clockwise, Harry’s trapped wrists following suit and twisting his arms roughly sideways. This gives Y/N the perfect way in, using the butt of one of her rods and striking it across his cheekbone. Harry staggers back, flailing his weapons loosely as he tries to keep from collapsing. Y/N dives forward, her staffs connecting with the back of Harry’s hands, forcing him to release his tools out of nerve-induced impulse. 

After she’s disarmed him, she directs a flat-footed kick to his abdomen, right between his ferns tattoos. The strength behind the gesture sends a vibration up the knobs of her bones, so she can only imagine how it must’ve felt to him. Harry’s feet leave the ground unintentionally for the first time during the entire match as he flies back, the nearest wall so kindly cushioning his fall. He slides down the surface, the matte paint burning the skin of his elbows until his body settles onto the mat. He immediately attempts to regain his footing, but is stopped short on his knees.

The end of a combat stick hovers a few inches in front of his nose, a sweaty, heavy-breathed Y/N looming down upon him from behind it, eyes gleaming— literally— with cocksure victory. “Stay down unless you want a matching bruise on the other side of your face.” 

Harry’s chest shallowly heaves a count of three, then his eyes string upwards from the circular flat face of the bo staff to lock with his girlfriend’s. He teeths the corner of his bottom lip as it jolts with the ghost of an aroused, awed simper. “I quite enjoy being on my knees, anyways.”

Y/N’s pole rattles against the ground.

She keens over, palms resting on her knees as she gulps down air like she can’t get enough of it. Harry sits back on his heels, back flushed with the wall to support himself, head thunking against it hollowly. He hasn’t felt this exhausted since his first ever training session all those centuries back. 

Sweat mazes its way down his throbbing temples and across the veins chiseled into his neck, following the curve of his collarbones and tickling its way down the valley of his chest. All he can get out is a low, scratchy, “Fucking hell...” and his throat goes sore with the effort. 

Y/N throws her head back in fatigue, groaning softly as every muscle in her body complains at the motion. A weak, giddy smile dances its way across her warm cheeks. “I won.”

Harry sighs grandly in defeat, wincing lightly as the movement irritates the fracture he knows is running the length of his cheekbone. “Give credit where it’s due. That final move was mine, so you’re welcome.” 

He sticks out his hand as a post-fight symbol of good will, wiggling his fingers when she stares at it cautiously. “C’mon, I won’t bite. No dirty play, remember?”

Y/N takes Harry’s hand and the conjoined pair shake out a final truce. She then rests down onto her knees, crawling across the mat to take the spot beside him. As her back nests again the wall, she feels a mixture of both relief and disgust. Relief because the surface is nice and cool, which works wonders for her overheating body. Disgust because the wall flattens her t-shirt against her skin and she can feel the cotton soaking up all the sweat as it sticks to her like glue. 

She lulls her head over to Harry, who is dabbing at the big green and purple shiner that she’d slashed across his face. Now that the fight is over and her brain has gradually waned off of the cruel adrenalin that had been fueling her strength, guilt starts settling in. “Sorry about that.” 

Harry cranes his neck in her direction, gifting her a tender smile that she knows probably hurts. “S’okay, it’s already healing. Plus, I had a good time. Was fun.”

Y/N playfully bumps his shoulder with her own. “Not as fun as it’s gonna be to watch you clean up cat feces for the next month.” 

“Still can’t believe that’s what you chose.” Harry mumbles, reaching up and releasing his damp curls from the tiny ponytail atop his head, slipping the hair-tie over his wrist and shaking out his stringy locks.

Y/N rolls her eyes dismissively. “I’m sorry I’m not constantly thinking about filth like you do. Some of us have control.” 

One of Harry’s eyebrows jumps up challengingly. “Oh? You have control, y’say?” 

“Absolutely.”

“Well, then, I guess you won’t mind.”

He proceeds to grab the back of his drenched muscle tank, yanking it over his head and balling it up into a crumpled mess, using it wipe down his face. 

Y/N shrugs without worry. “Go ahead. I’ve seen you without your shirt plenty of times.”

“Yeah, you have. But...” His hands trails along the ground in the space that lays between them, his index finger tracing along her left outer thigh. “It’s different when I’m covered in sweat, muscles all tight right after a workout.”

Y/N hesitantly glances over at Harry, taking in the way his strong, thick chest is rising and falling rhythmically, glistening with a sheen of water that makes his lightly tanned skin look like gold porcelain. The ink stains ripples as his tendons contract and release, biceps flexing temptingly. 

Y/N swallows down the dryness in her throat, running the back of her wrist along the pearls of sweat itching her brows. “Makes no difference to me.”

Harry looks down upon her from over his shoulder, eyes flickering black for a second, her reflection painted across the glass-like surface of the dark hue. “Then why are you ogling?”

She scoffs incredulously, but can’t stop herself from looking away in embarrassment. Her voice is a begrudging grumble. “I wasn’t ogling.” 

“Right. You were just staring profusely. My mistake.” 

“Dickhead.”

Harry’s tongue glosses over his front teeth, pressing against the inside of his cheek, his expression one of pompous entertainment at being able to get her so flustered. He scoots a bit closer to her until their legs are touching, leaning forward to try and catch her attention. “For what it’s worth, I was doing my fair share of ogling, too.”  

The comment is enough to fish her consideration. 

Y/N’s vision flits to him, full of confused curiosity. “When? I’ve been fully dressed the whole time?”

Harry sways his head at her incorrect assumption, hand sneaking its way fully onto her leg. “It has nothing to do with nudity, though I won’t object if you decide to go that route.”

She ignores his suggestion. “Then what is it?”

The pads of his digits dig into the suppleness of her thigh, squeezing once testingly, tingling with glee when she doesn’t swat him away. “When you we were fighting just now. Your skills are incredible.” 

Y/N blinks at him blankly. “What part of me looking sweaty and busted was attractive to you?” 

Harry’s forefinger maps his name over her clothed skin, the cursive big and loopy, gentle and feathery. “The part where you showed such confident ease and deadly perfection.”

He halts the tip of his finger halfway through his last name, right at the curve of the Y. His tone carries a reflective hazy fondness. “It was so fucking beautiful.” 

Y/N is intrigued in the way Harry can conjure something so outlandish as charming, but she can understand why he’d enjoy it. Demons have a warped sense of beauty. She finds herself pushing for more details, her interest wandering. “What was beautiful about it?”

His clouded jade irises meet her’s, appearing soft and admiring. “Everything. The way you moved with elegant delicacy, but somehow still made every hit dangerous. You hold your own really well, and that’s meaningful coming from me. Gotta love a girl who can beat your ass.”

Y/N laughs airily. “Yeah, I suppose.” 

Harry absentmindedly reaches up, cupping her chin between his thumb and index finger, rubbing over the faint dimple endearingly. The way he’s staring at her lips hungrily makes them buzz. “Fuck, I wish you could’ve seen yourself. It was so hot.”

She swallows thickly, her eyes glimpsing anxiously between his mouth and eyes, voice full of innocent wonder. “It was?”

Harry’s gaze flirts over the dip of the crescent along her upper lip, both of his own parting open smidge at the way the light hits its peaks alluringly. “Yeah, it was. Wanted to just drop to my knees right then and have you ride my face.”

Y/N’s breathing catches in her throat, thighs clenching unintentionally. 

His Cupid’s bow feathers over her’s, their foreheads knocking softly. The mood has shifted drastically, the air seeming to solidify inside her lungs as Harry’s low, melodic thrum of a voice paints itself with needy awe. “Wanted to just spread you out on this mat with my face between your thighs and your hands tangled in my hair. To feel you drip down my chin and wet the tops of my cheeks.” 

“Harry...” 

The word comes out as a desperate croak, begging him for something, though he’s not sure what. It can either be for him to stop, or for him to explicitly keep going. “Are you sure you don’t want to tie anything else into that prize?”

Y/N sighs shakily through her nose, eyelids drooping shut at the tension weighing in the atmosphere of the room. “Don’t tempt me.”

The snicker Harry releases is the ideal ratio of boyish giggle and arrogant chuckle. “M’afraid I have to. It’s kinda my profession and all.”

She wants to say no— wants to uphold the statement she had made about being modest enough not to include raunchiness into everything they do. Wants keep herself from giving in when she was always taught to fight off mindless desires. 

She tries to search for anything to put a halt to her deteriorating control. “Don’t you have a ton of stuff to do before you leave for work? Like breakfast and handling the dogs?”

The breath of his words is warm and gooey as it rolls over the fizzling skin of her lips. “I can grab something on the way, and Onyx and Nimbus can walk themselves. I just go to keep up appearances.” 

“In that case, it’s probably not a good idea to let them walk themselves, is it?”

Harry grabs Y/N by the collar of her borrowed tee, the sweaty fabric crinkling as he tugs her into a deep, wet kiss that is made up of desperate little whines and breathy whimpers. He murmurs into her mouth, his two front teeth claiming the center of her bottom lip. “You go with them later, then. Problem solved.” 

She tries to pull back (despite every fiber of her being telling her not to), fabricating any excuse that comes to mind. “They hate me.”

He yanks her back in, noses bumping as his tongue works to convince her. “No they don’t.”

Her strong will proceeds despite the prickling creeping down her neck and across her temples. “Yes they do.”

“Well, I don’t hate you and at the end of the day, isn’t that what matters?”

“That has absolutely nothing to do with—”

Y/N’s counter is cut short by Harry using his hold to swiftly jerk her into his lap, maneuvering her accordingly, her heels pressing into the sides of his calves as she straddles his thighs. He slides her forward until the close proximity forces her to balance onto her knees at either sides of his hips, his face level with her navel. His head rests back against the wall, eyes drunk on the way she’s perched above him, looking down over her burning cheeks. He wastes no time in putting their position into to good use, fingers perching at her waist and beginning to fiddle with the zipper of the compression shorts he’d lent her. 

“What about—”

“Why don’t you be a good girl and stay quiet.” He murmurs lowky, dragging the zipper all the way down and working on easing the nylon material down her sticky thighs, placing a slow, drawn-out peck to the swell of each hip. In all his decades of life, he’s well learned that it’s the subtle touches that work the biggest wonders.

“But—”

His lips smooth over her twitching tummy, biting it teasingly while his mouth moves over her heated skin as he forms his words, voice heavy and deep. “I said quiet, didn’t I?” 

Her panties are at full access now, the hem of the sports leggings resting right below the curve of her bum, and Harry can’t stop himself from smirking coyly at her choice of daisy and sunflower print. He stretches his neck, sticking out his tongue and giving a long lap at her over the underwear, the edges of his mouth carving upwards as he feels a hot flush of sudden dampness pool at the area over her clit. He glances up at her from beneath his long lashes, eyes electric with self-assured delight as he hums appreciatively in the back of his throat.  

Y/N’s fingers find their way into his tousled curls, holding his head between her thighs as she digs into his scalp, her sentences lodging in her throat. “We can’t— we shouldn’t. Y-You’ll be late for work and—”

Harry gives her another drawn out lick over the garment, flirting the tip of his tongue over the swollen little bud that lies at the thick of her crotch, savoring the way she shudders and writhes. His hands have migrated to grip her ass, keeping her in place as his face moves from side to side, tongue sloppily toying with her cunt and causing her to utterly ruin her favorite pair of undies.

“H-Harry, please. You’ll get in trouble—”

“For fuck’s sake, just shut up and let me make you cum.” 

alone together (mike hanlon)

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, takes place before events of chp. 2, there’s room for a part 2 if anyone wants it!

inspired by the song alone together by fall out boy

[losers&reader are adults in this]

if you weren’t in such a predicament, you think you��d be able to laugh at your situation.

as it is though, you’re so angry the edges of your vision bleed a little red and there’s white static where your thoughts should be and you are absolutely going to kill your best friend.

maybe it’s not really her fault, but you sure as hell aren’t about to take the blame for this one, so it’s easier to point your fury to someone else. especially since she isn’t exactly here to defend herself.

you sigh to yourself, stabbing at your phone in an attempt to get it to work. you’re in the backseat of a shitty taxi, trying to connect to some signal to see if you can book a hotel since you apparently are on your way to the wrong derry.

really, how many tiny cities in the northeast united states are named derry? apparently a lot, you’ve figured out, since you’re not currently on your way to derry, pennsylvania, but rather derry, maine.

you sigh again, giving up with your phone. it’s not connecting at all. you’ll just have to find a hotel when you get there.

it’s ridiculous, truly. when your best friend had asked you to be her maid of honor, you were absolutely ready for all it entailed. you’ve been writing your speech since the moment she asked you, you’ve already helped her pick out her dress and everything, and you’d planned her bridal shower accordingly. when she’d said she wanted to take you on a trip back to her tiny hometown, where the wedding was going to be, you’d jumped on it.

in hindsight, you know she’s never mentioned being from maine, but you also don’t remember her mentioning pennsylvania either.

either way, now you’re coasting into the tiny, desolate town of derry, maine, stuck here until your flight tomorrow evening. your friend had just laughed at you hysterically when you’d figured it out and had promised to pick you up from the airport when you got in.

you sigh again, watching the little town go through the window. you have no idea where to go or what to do, since you can’t get your phone to work enough to look for hotels, and this place seems too small to really have something to choose from. nevertheless, the taxi makes a couple more turns before it comes to a stop outside of what looks like an old inn.

you pay him quickly, grabbing your bags and marching on into the townhouse. all you need is one room, even the tiniest they have, and you’re golden.

there’s no one around except for the little old woman behind the counter. she barely looks up at you when you hurry over, continuing whatever it is she’s doing as she tells you, “we’re fully booked.”

you pause in your tracks, your blood running cold. “what?” you say, incredulous. this tiny town that doesn’t even really need an inn is fully booked? that’s not possible.

the old woman still doesn’t look up at you. “we’re fully booked,” she repeats, the words harder now.

you want to argue, the anger simmering back through your veins, but truthfully you’re exhausted and feel on the verge of tears. you don’t think you could talk without crying, so you just nod once, grabbing your suitcase and walking back out into the cool evening air.

there’s not much around you, truth be told. you’re in what you think must be the heart of the town but even that is only a diner and a few other buildings. a handful of people meander through the streets but you feel profoundly alone.

you really don’t know what to do. you can’t get a room here in derry, and you could absolutely go back into the city and get a room near the airport but your phone still isn’t working enough to call another taxi or try to book a hotel room. unless you can find a place to call one, you’re stuck.

just as you think that, your eyes land on the library across from you.

it’s a safe bet, you figure, starting your walk over to it. you cross your fingers that it’s open. public libraries usually have phones, and if not they’ll have maps, right? or at least a working knowledge of any place you might be able to stay.

the place is quiet when you walk in, the door thankfully unlocked. you know that’s normal for libraries but it feels even more than that, like a blanket of silence has enveloped the building. it should make something inside of you shiver but it helps calm you down, especially once you figure out that there’s no one around even here.

it’s concerning, because you’re exhausted and hungry and you really just want to lay down but you can’t. at least it’s warm and comfy in here, you think, tentatively walking further in, your suitcase rolling along behind you.

the library is big and open, rows upon rows of old books spread throughout the big space. the windows show the rapidly darkening sky, the sun well on its way to going down, and the library is washed through with a dark golden light.

footsteps sound from behind you and you whirl around, suddenly terrified. you thought you were alone but you were obviously mistaken because a man is walking down from the stairs you hadn’t noticed, and your knees are suddenly weak because he is absolutely the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. he looks up when he hears your gasp, his own eyes widening. his face is warm and gentle and the smile that melts across it makes you feel at home.

“hello,” he says, his voice deep and soothing. his eyes fall to the suitcase at your side and his expression goes sympathetic. “the townhouse full, then?” he doesn’t seem surprised; this must happen a lot.

you swallow, tearing your gaze from the long lines of his shoulders and legs, nodding. your tongue feels thick in your mouth but you manage to get out, “i didn’t know where else to go.”

it comes out more raw than you wanted it to. it makes your throat tight with tears again, the reminder that you’re stranded with no place to stay, but you can’t focus on it because the man smiles again, as bright and beautiful as the sun.

“that’s alright, i’m glad you came here.” his smile shifts into something softer, more intimate, and a shudder goes down your spine. “i’m mike. i’m the librarian here.”

you offer your hand to him to shake, barely restraining your swoon when he does. his grip is sure but gentle, his hands big and warm and rough in the way you know means he’s a working man, and you ache to feel those hands elsewhere. “i’m (y/n).”

mike grins. “what brings you to derry, (y/n)?” he asks, his hand still holding onto yours. fire spreads over your skin from the contact. “not many people come here unless they have to.”

you blow out a sigh, shaking your head with a rueful grin. “i may have not realized my friend lived in derry, pennsylvania and just went for the first derry i could find,” you admit. you can take the blame a little better now with this beautiful man in front of you.

you didn’t think it was particularly funny but he throws his head back and laughs out loud, bright and sharp and gorgeous, and you decide that you’d do anything to make him laugh like that again. his eyes scrunch closed and his handsome face transforms in his happiness, so beautiful you almost can’t look at him.

“that’s unfortunate,” he agrees through his chuckles. “how many other derry’s can there really be?”

you scowl, doing your best to put on an act. you want him to laugh again. “apparently way too fucking many.”

it works exactly how you wanted it to; he laughs even harder, nearly bending over with the force of it. his hand shakes in yours and you just hold onto it tighter. you aren’t completely convinced that he’s real but you’ll be damned before you let him go.

eventually, his laugh peters out, leaving him grinning and holding your hand. he doesn’t comment on or react to the latter thing, just lets his eyes flick to the bag still at your side. something unreadable passes over his expression before it settles back into that soft look.

“this might be forward,” he says, and his thumb strokes over the back of your hand. your body lights up. “but maybe you could stay here? i live upstairs actually, and there’s enough room for you. you don’t have to if you don’t—“

“yes!” you almost yell, surprising even yourself with your volume. you struggle to get it back under control, trying to keep your composure as much as you can. “i mean, i’d like that.” you pause, your cheeks flushing, before you shyly murmur, “thank you, mike.”

his own cheeks tinge pink, the slant of his eyes bashful and pleased. he nods, tugging you with the grip he still has on your hand to the stairs he’d come down earlier. you grab your suitcase and happily follow.

the upstairs isn’t as open as the actual library. you can see it’s more of a converted attic than anything else, but there’s a refrigerator and basic kitchen utensils, a desk haphazardly covered in books and old-looking papers, and there’s a big, soft looking bed pushed into one corner. sure, there are boxes everywhere too, but it feels homey enough that whatever tension you were still feeling melts away. it feels like mike.

the sun has completely set by now, the only light coming from the lamp on the desk. it pools around mike’s face in a way that almost forms a halo, his features in sharp relief to his soft smile. you want nothing more than to tackle him onto the bed, but he clears his throat and drops your hand before you can. you miss his touch like a phantom limb.

“i know you probably have clothes with you,” he says, nodding at your suitcase, “but i have shirts if you want them? some shorts maybe? i just—“ he rubs the back of his neck, that pretty flush stealing over his cheeks again. “it might be more comfortable.”

it makes something inside of you warm. this gorgeous man, however much of a stranger he is, is trying so hard to make you comfortable. you don’t think you’re imagining the way he looks at you, nevermind how he held your hand, and so you decide to go for it.

you step forward, putting your hand on his chest and looking up at him through your lashes. he audibly swallows. “i’d like that,” you all but purr.

mike almost stumbles with how quickly he tries to get clothing for you, something that you’re hopelessly endeared by. you catch the t-shirt he throws to you but ignore the shorts that come with it. hopefully, you won’t need them.

when you turn around after you’ve changed, the hem of his shirt falling to your thighs, you’re surprised and a little in love to see he’s deliberately turned away, giving you privacy to change. you wanted to draw this out, maybe learn a little bit more about him, but now you’re completely overcome by the need to kiss him.

he must hear your footsteps because he says, without turning, “you can take the bed if you want, i’ll sleep—“ but you don’t let him finish, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around to kiss him as hard as you can.

he makes a noise against your mouth, caught off guard, before his arms wrap around your waist. he pulls you in against his chest, kissing you so deep you feel lightheaded. this close, he smells like some spicy cologne that is doing wonders for you, and his lips are both soft and firm against your own. you never want to stop kissing him.

“i think the bed is big enough for both of us,” you mumble against his mouth, licking against the back of his teeth.

mike growls deep in his throat, kissing you even harder. he curses when his hands sweep down your sides and discover you aren’t wearing the shorts, just your lacy underwear under his big t-shirt. you inwardly smirk to yourself.

he pulls away, his eyes dark and his chest heaving. you barely restrain a whimper at the sight. “i’m really glad you went to the wrong derry,” he murmurs, letting his lips trail down your jaw and neck. you shudder, gasping, clutching at his shoulders. you let yourself be walked backwards to the bed. you’ve barely bounced onto it before his weight is on top of you, comforting and delicious and exactly what you want.

your friend isn’t going to believe this, you think as his hand slips up under your shirt and his lips press to your neck. you’re going to have to send her a fruit basket for this golden opportunity.

you are so glad you went to the wrong derry.

The In-Between Chapter 6

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 7,455

Warning - cursing (if people don’t like that kind of stuff)

A/N- so I kind of got carried away with this chapter and wrote over 7000 words lol, but I couldn’t really split this chapter up considering what’s about to come in the next chapter so I just left it as is (the next chapter is going to have so many interactions with the two groups you won’t be ready!) I really hope you all like this chapter because I worked hard on it and am actually really proud of the way it turned out! leave a comment with your thoughts on the chapter and with any predictions that you have for the future🤩

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prolouge 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

"Wh-Wh-What is she doing?" Bill whispered as he gently nudged Y/N's side.

The girl stared ahead at Eleven who was busy putting a radio on a station that only had static playing before she glanced at Bill. She sent him a small smile that had him blushing and smiling back. "You'll see," she whispered.

Y/N let out a small gasp as she remembered something and quickly disappeared up the stairs and into her house before returning a few seconds later with a cloth in her hand. She walked over and handed it to Eleven who gave her a small smile before beginning to fold it and wrap it around her eyes like a blindfold.

"A blindfold?" Richie asked. He then smirked before winking in Eleven's direction. "Kinky. Now all we need is some handcuffs and-"

"Beep beep Richie!" the Losers Club cried out while the Party all looked at Richie in disgust.

Y/N shook her head at the boy before looking to the Party with an apologetic smile, "Sorry about him. He hadn't quite matured yet if you can't tell."

"Hey!" Richie complained.

"Oh hush," Y/N told him making the boy pout. She chuckled and ruffled his hair much to his annoyance before she turned her attention back to Eleven who was finished setting up.

"Remember, you have to be quiet," Y/N reminded the Losers, making a point to stare at Richie longer than the others. They all nodded before looking to Eleven who was now sitting on the ground, the radio static playing behind her.

The room was so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop. The prospect of Eleven doing something that could help them with their mission to find Mine being enough to make even Richie keep his mouth shut.

It took a minute, but Eleven suddenly let out a small gasp before whispering, "Mike."

Y/N noticed Wheeler frown a little at that seeing as she was talking about a different Mike instead of him. It was unusual that was for sure and Y/N had thought it was weird knowing two Mikes as well when she first moved to Derry. But since she had called him Wheeler since they were kids, calling Mike Hanlon by his first name hadn't been too weird for her.

"I. . .I see him," Eleven whispered out making the Losers all furrow their eyebrows and look to Y/N confused. She just gave them a look and gestured towards Eleven in response and they all looked back to the girl who had some blood starting to peak out from her nose.

"He. . .He's hiding by some water," Eleven said.

"The quarry," Y/N muttered as she looked to the others. Their eyes widened slightly and they watched as Y/N walked over and bent down in front of her friend.

Y/N reached out and gently took ahold of Eleven's hand, the girl instantly latching onto hers in return. "Tell Mike that we're coming for him," Y/N whispered, tears springing in her eyes. "Tell him he's going to be okay."

"Your friends. . .they're coming for you. Hang in there, Mike. You're going to be okay," Eleven muttered, although Y/N knew she was talking to Mike Hanlon.

"Hurry," a voice suddenly came from the radio causing the Losers and Y/N to jump in surprise at the sound of their friend's voice. "Please hurry."

Eleven's face then scrunched up in pain and she let out a loud gasp before ripping the blindfold from her face. Her eyes frantically looked around before locking with Y/N's. "He's okay," she assured him. Y/N wiped away her tears and gave Eleven a small smile before hugging her friend in thanks.

"What the fuck was that?”

The two girls pulled away from each other to see the Losers looking more confused then ever. "What the fuck just happened?" Richie questioned, his eyes wide. "What did she do and how the hell does she know that Mike is okay?"

Y/N took in a deep breath before standing up and slowly approaching her friends. "Guys, so Eleven kind of has these powers. She was able to mentally connect with Mike and get a picture of where he was and give him a message," Y/N explained.

"I'm sorry. What?" Stan asked confused.

"Powers like superpowers?" Ben questioned.

"I guess," Y/N replied. "I know it's hard to understand but-"

"Hard to understand? It's crazy! You know what, I'm calling bullshit," Richie announced.

"But Mike's voice-" Y/N began.

"We don't even know if that was his voice because all I could hear was a bunch of fucking static! How am I supposed to believe you when the only thing that I saw happen was that girl get a fucking nosebleed and bleed all over your basement?" Richie asked.

Wheeler narrowed his eyes at the boy and went over to his girlfriend who he helped off the ground while Eleven wiped the blood from her nose. He was about to say something when he saw Y/N raise an eyebrow at the boy and cross her arms.

"You want proof? Evidence?" Y/N questioned, not a look of hesitation on her face. Richie was silent before nodding his head. "Okay, asshole. Here's your fucking proof."

She then walked over to one of the closet doors of the basement before opening it and walking back over to the group. Richie was about to question her when the door slammed shut making him and the other Losers all jump in surprise.

The door then began to open and slam shut repeatedly and Richie was hesitant before he turned to look at Eleven who had one hand up in the air. The door slammed shut for a final time and Eleven lowered her hand before wiping the small bit of blood below her nose away.

"Holy shit! She's an X-Men!" Eddie exclaimed in disbelief making Dustin chuckle since he had thought the same thing when he first met Eleven.

Y/N smirked and looked to Richie while the other Losers and the Party watched the girl in amusement. "That enough proof for you?" she asked.

Richie made a face in response and Y/N chuckled before looking between the groups and clapping her hands together. "Now. . .we may know that Mike is okay right now, but that doesn't mean he will be forever. We need to start making plans and preparing because first thing after school tomorrow, we are going to the Well House to save Mike and kill those other motherfuckers before it's too late. Everyone okay with that?" Y/N announced.

The Parry and the Losers' Club all nodded in agreement and Y/N smirked.

"Great. Let's get to work."

- - -

Bill bit his lip in concentration as he used a ruler to draw lines through the map of Derry. His job, and the job of all the Losers, was to split a map of Derry up into four different sectors. When they left to go find Mike tomorrow, half of the whole group would be staying behind while the other half broke off into pairs and searched the specific sections of the Upside Down's version of Derry.

Since the Upside Down was pretty much a replica of the real world, Y/N had thought it would be a good idea to use a map of Derry to break up the sections. Because the Losers knew Derry the best, they had offered to split the map up while the Party got weapons ready seeing as they knew what would work best against a demogorgon if it were to attack.

Y/N had started out with the Losers at first, but it hadn't taken long for her to migrate over to the Party whom she had been spending the last hour with. The Losers hadn't thought much of it at first, but they couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to totally forget about them as she laughed and joked around with the Party, a smile on her face that looked nothing like the usual smile they got to see.

Bill had to force himself not to look up, reminding himself that Y/N was just excited to see her friends again. That's why Bill had put all his effort into the maps he was making, Beverly being the only other person to help him while Stan, Ben, Eddie, and Richie all watched Y/N and the Party with frowns on their faces and jealously coursing through their blood.

Glares were on the four boys faces and they only narrowed their eyes more at the sight of Y/N with her arms linked with Will as she talked to Steve and Lucas. "She forgot about us," Stan whispered softly, sadness laced in his voice despite his angered appearance.

"I can't believe it," Ben muttered, feeling awful at the idea that the Party made Y/N happier than they did. Him and the others could tell by the look of pure joy on her face just how much happier she was around the Party and that only fueled their jealousy more.

"Well believe it, Benny. We're yesterday's news," Richie frowned, glaring slightly as a bitter taste filled his mouth.

"Look how happy they make her. I don't think I've ever made her laugh that hard," Eddie muttered sadly as he too came to the realization that Y/N was happier around the Party than she was around them.

"It's cause you're not funny, Eds," Richie shot back. "No wonder Y/N left us. We're a bunch of losers literally."

"Sh-Sh-Shut up," Bill called out, tired of their behavior and tones.

Richie whirled around so fast that he whacked Eddie who let out a cry of protest. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said as he looked at Bill in disbelief. When Bill didn't look up, Richie stomped over to his friend. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Are you really so blind that you don't see your girl over there with her arms fucking linked with another boy? He's stealing her right in front of your eyes, dumbass. How are you not the slightest bit mad or jealous?" Richie asked. "Cause me being Y/N's friend and seeing her talking to them and not us is making me mad and I'm not the one that had a crush on her."

Bill frowned at that and looked up, but he froze at the sight of Y/N  laughing at something Dustin had told her as she leaned into Will and wiped at her tears. Her arm was linked with Will's like Richie had said and she was resting her head on his shoulder as she looked up at Dustin with a huge grin on her face.

Bill's heart broke at the sight.

Bill cleared his throat and quickly looked away, blinking fast to keep the tears from coming. "Sh-Sh-She's not my g-g-girl. She can d-d-do whatever the h-h-hell she w-w-wants," he muttered.

Richie felt a wave of guilt wash over him once he realized how upset he had just made his friend, but Y/N's laughter had him turning back to look at her, a new wave of anger washing over him at the fact that she was now hurting Bill without even knowing it.

"How can someone be that funny? I mean, there's no way!" Richie exclaimed.

"Aren't they supposed to be gathering weapons anyways? Not joking around?" Stan asked.

"They did gather weapons," Ben pointed out as he gestured towards the few crowbars, bats, and other weapons they had gathered. "They even got flashlights and rope."

"Still, how are they so funny? Especially that Wheeler kid. She must be laughing at how funny looking he is," Richie concluded making the others raise their eyebrows at him.

Beverly rolled her eyes at Richie before glancing at Bill who was busy glaring at Will and Dustin. Beverly scoffed and stood up causing the Losers to all snap their attention over to her.

"Are you all being serious right now?" Beverly asked while the boys all gave her confused looks, not understanding what she was getting at. "You know that Y/N cares about each of you more than life itself, but you also need to understand that she can care about other people just as much. They were her first friends, guys. That group went through so much shit together just like we have and they haven't seen each other in two whole years!"

The boys didn't respond and Beverly just gave them an angry look as she narrowed her eyes. "I swear to God if Y/N hears one word from your jealous asses I will kill you. Now stop being self conscious pussies and be happy for your friend," she spat before she stormed away from the group and over to the Party.

They watched as Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of Beverly before she grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her over to Max and Eleven, the four girls instantly falling into conversation. The boys all felt a wave of guilt wash over them, but none of them felt like going over and trying to talk to Y/N or the rest of the members of the Party.

It took only a minute before Richie, Eddie, Stan and Ben returned to their complaining as they watched their friend, but Bill took the longest to return back to what he had been doing before. His eyes were still on Y/N and his heart ached as he watched her.

He knew there was some truth to Beverly's words, but it was hard to believe everything she said after he had seen how happy Y/N was. How come he couldn't make her laugh like that? Or smile like that?

He would do anything to be in the receiving end of that smile. Hell, he would probably swoon at the sight.

Did she not like him the way he thought she had? For a moment he had thought she maybe returned his feelings, but now he wasn't so sure. If she had then he would be able to make her that happy, right?

Bill let out a small sigh and took in a deep breath before going back to the maps, trying everything in his power not to let his feelings get to him so much. But even he couldn't stop the one traitor tear from falling down his face as he realized he would never be able to make Y/N as happy as he had hoped.

If only he knew how he looked in Y/N's eyes. Then maybe he wouldn't have doubted himself and maybe he wouldn't have ended up hurting her later that night.

- - -

"Y/N!" Eleven cried out as she jumped onto the girl from behind, a laugh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms around her giggling friend who had been busy sorting through the weapons with Steve and Wheeler.

"El!" Y/N mockingly yelled back as she looked over her shoulder at her friend.

Eleven chuckled and got off of her before glancing over at Steve and Wheeler. "I'm going to steal her for a few minutes," she said. She didn't bother waiting for a response from the boys before she was dragging Y/N away and over to where Beverly and Max were sitting.

"No, yeah I love your hair! I always wanted to try and cut mine short, but I'm afraid it will turn out bad," Max said as she looked at Beverly's haircut. "Who cut your hair because it looks so good!"

"I did actually," Beverly told her.

"No way!" Max gasped. "It looks so good, Beverly!"

"Thanks," Beverly said before she happened to notice Eleven and Y/N walking up to them. "Oh, hey Y/N!"

"Hey," Y/N greeted as Max also turned to look at her friends. Max's eyes lit up at the sight of the girl and she was quick to stand up before her and Eleven practically shoved Y/N into the place Max had just been sitting.

"Woah, okay," Y/N muttered as she adjusted herself so that she was more comfortable. When she looked back up, Eleven and Max were looking at her expectantly while Beverly gave her an apologetic smile.

"What?" Y/N asked, her eyes narrowing in curiosity as she wondered what her friends were up to.

"So we've been talking to Beverly," Max began. "She was telling us some funny stories about you when we heard some interesting stuff and-"

"Tell us about you and Bill!" Eleven interrupted, her eyes shining with excitement as she clasped her hands together and tucked them under her chin.

Y/N's eyes widened. "Me and Bill? Wh-What about me and Bill?" she asked. "We're just friends."

Max and Eleven both gave each other a look before raising their eyebrows at their friend. "Come on. We can tell by the way you look at him that you like him. Just admit it," Max prompted.

"What?" Y/N asked, her voice high and her face a dark shade of red. "Me like Bill?"

"Friends don't lie. You like him, Y/N. Admit it," Eleven insisted.

Y/N blushed even more before burying her face into her hands. "Okay, I like him," she whispered, not looking up to watch as her friends let out squeals and began to whack each other.

"We knew it!" Max exclaimed. "Beverly already told us, but like, we knew it!"

Y/N lifted her head to glance over at Beverly who smiled sheepishly. "They did already know it," Beverly said.

"So it's that obvious?" Y/N asked with wide eyes filled with horror at the thought of Bill knowing that she liked him.

"To everyone but you two," Eleven said.

"Yeah, Bill's kind of oblivious," Beverly agreed. "I don't think he knows."

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief causing Max to raise an eyebrow. "Would it be so bad if he did?" the red head asked.

"I mean, I guess not," Y/N whispered as she looked down. She would love to be able to tell Bill how she felt, to let him know just how much he meant to her even if he didn't feel the same way.

"But," Beverly said, already knowing that wasn't all the girl had to say.

"What if it ruins our friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way?" Y/N asked.

The three girls' mouths dropped open at the same time before they all laughed. "First of all, he does feel the same way. It's obvious just by the way he looks at you like you're an angel walking on this earth," Max said.

"Secondly, it won't ruin your friendship," Eleven told her.

"What they said. I'm pretty sure that even if you and Bill went south that you two would still be friends. You two have been close ever since you moved here, Y/N. He wouldn't be the type of person to push you away like that. Besides, I wouldn't let him and I'm sure El and Max wouldn't either," Beverly said.

"Yeah, we'd beat his ass," Max agreed while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

Y/N chuckled and smiled softly at her friends. "Thanks. I love you all so much," she said causing Eleven, Max, and Beverly to smile before they pulled the girl in for a group hug.

When they pulled away, they thankfully let the topic of Bill drop. Max and Eleven began talking to Beverly about her hair again and about her relationship with Ben while Y/N slowly zoned out.

She let her eyes flicker over to Bill who was across the room still working on the maps and trying to fold them. As if sensing her gaze, his eyes flickered up and locked with hers. Y/N sent a small smile in his direction, but to her surprise he didn't even smile before he just looked down at the maps again.

Y/N blinked in surprise before quickly looking away with a sad look on her face, not noticing the way that Bill looked back up at her sadly after.

- - -

It was around eleven o'clock that night before Y/N heard Ben call out, "We'll see you in the morning, Y/N!"

The girl quieted down her laughter and looked away from Lucas and Wheeler and over to where Beverly and Ben were standing by the stairs. Y/N was quick to get up and she smiled as she made her way across the room to hug both Ben and Beverly.

At the sight of her smile and the fact that she had left her other friends just to hug him goodbye, Ben suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he realized how wrong he had been earlier for judging the girl and for complaining about her hanging out with her other friends.

"Night, guys. I'll see you in the morning," Y/N said before pulling away to look for the others. Her smile slowly disappeared once she realized that Richie, Eddie, Stan, and Bill were all gone.

"Where. . .where did the others go?" Y/N questioned as she looked to Ben and Beverly confused.

Ben looked down at his shoes before saying, "They all left a little bit ago. Bill went first and then Richie, Eddie, and Stan followed not too long after."

"Why?" Y/N asked, trying not to sound upset. "They didn't even start goodbye."

Ben didn't respond and Y/N frowned before saying, "Uh. . .I guess I'll see you guys in the morning, yeah?"

Beverly and Ben nodded with small smiles before turning to go up the stairs. "Bye, Y/N," the two called out before disappearing into the night.

Y/N kind of stood there for a moment after the door closed behind them, her thoughts racing as she tried to think of a reason for her friends' sudden departure. Had she done something wrong? Were they okay?

Hands on her shoulders made her jump slightly, but she instantly relaxed when she looked over her shoulder to see Steve standing right behind her. He titled his head slightly and gave her one of his warm smiles before asking with a hint of worry on his voice, "You okay, squirt?"

Y/N turned completely to face him before smiling softly and hugging the boy. She dug her face into his side and he wrapped his arms around her with no questions asked. Y/N was silent as she breathed in his scent, a small feeling of familiarity and her childhood washing over her.

"I'm doing good," she whispered, her heart warm due to the fact that her two friend groups had finally met and she had them both by her side. "I'll be better when Mike's home though. He's so sweet and kind. We like to go out to his farm sometimes and I'll help him with the animals. You're going to love him."

"As long as he's not like Trashmouth, I'm sure I will," Steve laughed making Y/N chuckle softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"Oh, Richie's not that bad. He can take things far and curse most of the time, but he's got a kind heart and he is probably one of the best people you'll meet once you really get to know him," Y/N said, a smile on her face as she talked about her friend.

"They all are in fact. I mean, you've got Stan who is easy to relate with. When he knows I'm having a bad day, he always takes me bird watching and doesn't pester me with what's wrong, only stays by my side so I'm not alone. Then there's Ben who is the sweetest little human being you'll ever meet. He's the boy that will go to the library all the time with me just to research random things."

"We've got Eddie who is practically the mother of the group sometimes. He cares about my health more than I do and is always making sure that I'm okay. There's a little hammock in one of the group's hang out spots and he'll always sit with me and we'll read comics together. Then you've got Beverly who's a total badass. I tell her practically everything and I swear she knows more about me than I do. Every Saturday morning, we take a break from the boys and will go out to breakfast and catch up."

"Finally, you've got Bill. He's the one that I'm closest to out of all of them. He was my first real friend and helped me a lot on my first day of school," Y/N said. She looked down and smiled fondly as she whispered, "I'll never be able to pay him back for what he's done for me." She was quiet for a second before looking up at Steve and saying, "He means a lot to me. They all do really."

Steve smiled softly at the girl as she rambled in about her friends, a warm feeling of relief washing over him as he realized that Y/N has been fine and loved over the past two years.

"You really care about those friends of yours, huh?" Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

Y/N smiled fondly and nodded her head as she softly said, "They're my best friends. I would do anything for them just like I would for you guys."

Steve's smile grew slightly at that, thankful that Y/N had some pretty great friends by her side. Y/N smiled back before turning to check and make sure that the weapons and maps were ready. Once she knew that they were, she clapped her hands together once before saying to the Party, "Okay, now that we have a plan to head out after school tomorrow and everything is all set up. . .who wants to watch a movie?"

The Party all perked up at that. "Yes! Star Wars please!" Will exclaimed.

"What? No, let's watch Back to the Future," Dustin complained.

"I vote Star Wars," Max agreed.

"Me too," Lucas said.

"No, guys. Back to the Future all the way," Wheeler argued while Eleven nodded her head in agreement.

"Back to the Future's the one where the mom is trying to hook up with her son, right?" Steve asked.

"I mean that's not the point of the movie, but yes," Y/N said with a small laugh.

"Okay, I vote that one," Steve said.

"Sorry, Will. I've got to go with Back to the Future which means that Back to the Future wins," Y/N said making the boy pout. Y/N just gave him a small smile which he returned before she gestured towards the stairs that led up to her house. "I'll be back."

In just a matter of minutes, Y/N had sprinted upstairs and found the movie. She had received a call from her parents a few hours before about how they had a last minute business conference an hour away that they had to go to and would be gone for the next couple of days, so it was no surprise that no one was around when she was running around trying to find the movie.

Upon finding the movie, Y/N began to make her way towards the basement when she paused next to the phone. She stared at it in silence for a moment before setting the movie down, picking up the phone, and dialing the number that she knew by heart due to the many late night conversations she had with the person on the other end of the line.

"H-H-Hello?"

"Bill?" Y/N said. "It's Y/N."

"Oh. H-H-Hi, Y/N," Bill muttered.

Y/N frowned slightly, but shrugged it off. "I just wanted to call and see if you were okay. You left early, so I wasn't sure if something was wrong," she said.

"I'm f-f-fine," Bill replied, leaving his reply at that and his tone coming out colder and sharper than usual.

Y/N blinked in surprise before nervously chuckling, "Oh, okay. That's good. Why. . .why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

"I w-w-was just tired which I s-s-still am. I'll s-s-see you in the m-m-morning, okay?" Bill told her.

"Oh, okay. Um. . .goodni-" but before Y/N could finish what she asked saying, the boy had hung up. Y/N stood there in silence, her grip on the phone loosening slightly as tears began to fill her eyes. Swallowing thickly, the girl blinked rapidly to stop her tears before taking in a deep breath.

Bill is just tired, she reminded herself. He's not trying to be mean.

Once she had calmed herself down, Y/N put a smile on her face and bounded down the stairs of her basement to have a movie night with her friends. They had all passed out within an hour, Y/N with her head against Steve's side, her feet in Dustin's lap and Will's head on her stomach. Just below them on the floor were Wheeler and Eleven cuddled up together and Max and Lucas doing the same thing.

Y/N found herself looking around the group for a quick second as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the nights like these that they used to have before she left Hawkins. Nancy and Jonathan had been with them too and Joyce and Hopper had been the ones to cover them all with blankets while they slept.

So with her friends surrounding her, Y/N fell asleep with memories of Hawkins and her old life filling her head.

- - -

Y/N didn't know what to think when she woke up the next day to find that everyone in the Losers' Club except for Beverly weren't talking to her. Bill hadn't even been waiting for her that morning like he usually did before they rode to school together.

Everyone was either avoiding her like Bill was or being weird and looking uncomfortable around her like Eddie was. Y/N didn't know what she had done wrong, so she went through the day having no one but Beverly by her side.

Y/N almost felt bad for having chosen to wear Bill's jacket to school that day, a sinking feeling in her gut as she thought that maybe that was only making Bill more mad at her. Beverly wouldn't tell her why he or the others were and at her in the first place, so Y/N didn't even know how to fix anything.

This meant that when lunch rolled around, it was even quieter than usual. It was actually completely silent and not even Richie had some snarky thing to say. The group all just ate their food in silence with Y/N sparing sad glances in her friends' directions while Beverly glared at the boys, pissed at the way they were acting.

Y/N tried to strike up a conversation a few times, but it always received a one word answer in response before silence followed. After a while, Y/N gave up and most of the lunch period was spent with the boys staring at their meals while Y/N stared at them with a saddened and hurt expression.

It wasn't until everyone was getting ready to leave that Y/N let out a sigh and said, "Hey, I don't know what I did, but I just wanted to tell you guys thank you for being so nice to my friends last night."

This surprised the group and they all slowly looked up at her, finally allowing their eyes to lock on her face.

"Those guys mean about as much to me as you guys do and I've been wanting to introduce you all for so long. I really hoped you guys liked them. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I really appreciate it," she told them as she gave them all a small smile despite the tears that had begun to fill her eyes.

The group all stared at her in silence as the bell rang behind them, signaling that the lunch period was over. Y/N let out another sigh and stood up as she grabbed her things. "Uh. . .I'll see you guys later," she whispered before hurrying away from the table and out of the cafeteria, leaving the boys feeling guilty.

Beverly shook her head at the boys as she stood up. "You guys are ridiculous. Not only did you not give her friends a chance last night, but now you're punishing Y/N for talking to her other friends instead of you by ignoring her? I'm disappointed in all of you," she said.

Her eyes flickered over to Bill and they narrowed. "Especially you, Bill. We all know you care about her, so why the hell would you treat her the way that you have been? She told me about the phone call last night. She called to check and see if your dumbass was okay and you were rude and snippy with her before you had the audacity to hang up on her? What the fuck were you thinking?" she asked in disbelief.

"You all need to apologize to Y/N for the way you have been acting. She has talked so highly of you to the others and you all have done nothing but prove her wrong. There's no way we are going to be able to help Mike and defeat the Upside Down and It with you all sad and not thinking straight. So man up and go apologize before you lose her for real," Beverly spat before she angrily got up from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria, no doubt going to try and find Y/N.

"Did you see how upset Y/N looked when she left?" Eddie whispered, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he broke the moment of silence that had fallen over them after Beverly left.

"She looked like she was about to cry," Ben said just above a whisper.

"We did that," Stan muttered, his head bowed as he stared at his hands sadly.

"Fuck," Richie muttered as a feeling of intense guilt hit both him and the other Losers. "We messed up big time, boys."

Bill was silent as he stared at the doors Y/N had walked through only moments before. He hadn't been blind and had noticed her wearing his jacket today, the sight making his heart flutter. But as he looked from the door to the jacket that Y/N had secretly left behind on her seat for Bill was enough to make his heart break.

Richie was right. They had messed up.

They had messed up bad.

- - -

The final bell of the day made Y/N feel both relieved and scared. Relieved because she was finally going to be able to save Mike, but scared because she would have to go back into the Upside Down and she had a sinking feeling in her gut about what was going to happen.

She hadn't seen the guys for the rest of the day, but Beverly had made sure to always stick by her side. That's how the two ended up leaving the school together with their arms locked and small laughs escaping their lips as Y/N told Beverly about the time Dustin sang the song 'Never-Ending Story' with his girlfriend Susie over a walkie talkie system for everyone to see.

"I'm not even kidding," Y/N laughed. "Just picture it. Everyone is either being chased by the fucking Mindflayer or trying to save the world and I'm sitting there watching Dustin sing his heart out with Lucas' little sister by my side. It was hilarious!"

Beverly laughed so hard that she snorted. "I bet it was. I can't believe-" she began, but she trailed off once she saw Y/N smile disappear as she froze beside her. Beverly turned her head to see what Y/N was looking at and instantly frowned at the sight of the boys all standing by their bikes waiting for the two girls.

Beverly released Y/N's arm and Y/an glanced at her friends before looking away and walking over to her bike. "I'm surprised you all waited for me," Y/N said in a monotone voice as she approached her bike.

Eddie was the first to break and he sighed before saying, "We're sorry for the way we've been acting."

Y/N froze at that and rested her hands on her bike handles before looking up at the group. "What?" she asked, both her and Beverly staring at the boys in surprise. Although Beverly was smiling slightly due to the fact that the boys were finally apologizing after a long day of no one talking to each other.

"Yeah, the way we acted was unacceptable," Ben agreed. "And we're sorry for that."

"We. . .we were jealous," Stan admitted making Y/N blink in surprise.

"Jealous?" she asked confused.

"We were jealous of your other friends. We. . .we thought you were forgetting about us, that you didn't care about us like you did them. So we turned into a bunch of fucking jealous assholes and hurt you in the process," Richie sighed and the fact that he was speaking his feelings was enough to make Y/N realize how serious they were being.

"Guys. . ."she whispered sadly, hating that she made them feel like that. "I don't want you to ever feel like that, okay? I love you all so fucking much that it scares me sometimes to be completely honest. I've known you for what, two years now? I've known the others my whole life, so of course things are going to be a little different around them. But that does not mean I don't love and care about you guys any less. The Losers' Club is my family, you guys are my family. You're my life honestly and I wouldn't trade moving here for the world."

The Losers' all teared up a little at those words and Ben was the first to drop his bike to go over and hug Y/N. The girl chuckled and hugged the boy back while the others quickly came over to hug her as well. She hugged Eddie and Stan before hugging Beverly and Richie who held her the tightest.

The one thing about Richie was that he tried to act like he didn't care when he actually cared the most, so Y/N made a point to hug him back just as hard which made the boy dig his face into her shoulder as he held her.

Once she had hugged each of them, she pulled away to see Bill kind of standing there by himself. The two hadn't hugged or even spoken to each other yet and Y/N knew that their talk was going to be a little longer and more personal than the other. Bill must've known too because he glanced at his friends and gave them a pleading look as he said, "C-C-Can you all give us a m-m-minute?"

"Yeah," Beverly said. "We'll ride on ahead and you two can catch up, okay?"

Then, before the others could complain, Beverly pushed the boys to their bikes and they all began to bike away. That left Y/N and Bill standing there at the front of the school with their bikes by their side.

Y/N looked down at her feet before whispering, "You done ignoring me now?"

There was a beat of silence and she slowly looked up through her eyelashes only to have Bill rush forward and hug her, the action making both of their bikes fall over and hit the ground. Y/N's arms were out in surprise, but she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around the boy, closing her eyes as she breathed in his scent.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Bill whispered into her ear as he practically cradled her head against his body. "I'm so sorry. I let R-R-Richie get to me and the w-w-way I acted around you was un-un-unacceptable. I mean, even that ph-ph-phone call was rude. You w-w-were just checking up on m-m-me and I hung up on you w-w-without even giving a r-r-reason. I didn't mean to h-h-hurt you and I'm so s-s-sorry for that."

"Why'd you do it? What did Richie say?" Y/N asked softly as she pulled away to look at the boy.

"What Richie said wasn't important," Bill told her, his head bowed. "It was what I told myself that got in the way."

"And what did you tell yourself?" she questioned.

"I-I-I thought I c-c-couldn't make you as h-h-happy as they could," Bill admitted. "Th-Th-That I would n-n-never make you as h-h-happy as they could."

Y/N's face softened at that and she furrowed her eyebrows as she lifted a hand up and placed it against Bill's cheek. "Bill, why would you think such a thing?" she asked, the disbelief evident in her voice.

"The w-w-way you laughed. . .the way you s-s-smiled. . .I'd never seen you l-l-look that happy," Bill muttered.

"Bill, that's not true in any way, shape, or form," she assured him. Y/N lovingly rubbed her thumb against his cheek before smiling softly at him.

"I'm my happiest when I'm with you."

Bill blushed at that, his eyes flickering over her face before he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her own. The two both let their eyes close as they enjoyed this moment, their arms holding onto each other while their foreheads touched.

"I r-r-really am sorry," Bill whispered, not opening his eyes.

Y/N smiled softly and opened her eyes long enough so that she could push herself up on her tip toes and press a kiss to Bill's cheek. He instantly leaned into her touch, his arm that was around her pulling her even closer to his body if that was possible.

"I forgive you," Y/N assured him once she had pulled away, Bill turning his face so that their noses brushed against each other and their eyes locked. Both of their faces were red and they were silent for a moment before Y/N smiled and said, "You should know better than to listen to Richie."

Bill chuckled softly and pulled away to press a small kiss to her forehead before he pulled away from her and went over to his backpack. "Yeah, p-p-probably not my s-s-smartest move," he said as he opened his backpack and pulled out his jacket. The same jacket that Y/N had in her possession only a few hours before.

Y/N's smile dropped slightly at the sight. "Oh, I should've told you that I was leaving it for you. I hadn’t meant to keep it so long," she told him, but the boy only smiled and walked over to her with it in his hand.

"I-I-I want you to w-w-wear it," Bill admitted, both of the teens' faces growing redder by the second.

"Really?" Y/N asked, her face lighting up slightly and a hopeful tone in her voice.

Bill nodded and Y/N smiled before turning around. Bill held the jacket up and she slid her arms into the sleeves before Bill put the jacket on her the rest of the way. She turned around and gave the boy a teasing smile.

"So how do I look?" Y/N asked as she struck a few poses for him, a giggle escaping her lips as she did.

Bill chuckled and smiled fondly at the girl. "Beautiful," he told her. "Just like always."

Y/N blushed slightly before going to grab her bike. She picked it up before sending a small smile in Bill's direction. "Come on, Bill. It's time to go save our friend," she said.

And with that, the two got onto their bikes and began to bike after their friends, Bill's eyes locked on Y/N and his jacket that was blowing in the wind behind her.

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Mon cœur T’appartient + P. Jimin

❋ “just let me love, you”

⇢ Pairing: Werewolf!Park Jimin x oc ft. Seokjin, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Guk

⇢ College!Au, f2l, Werewolf!au

⇢ Word Count: 15.8k (she thick)

⇢ Smut, Fluff, Baby Angst, Sexual Tension

⇢ Warnings: Minor injury description, instances of peril, violence, Cockwarming, Squirting, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (pls use protection we don’t need more Gemini's), Oral (f & m receiving and giving) Cum, cum and cum, Fingering, Size Kink... , Impregnation kink (kinda), Dirty talk, Rough sex (ish) pussy slapping, spanking, Knotting ;), Multiple Orgasms, Pet names, edging, use of a toy, use of the word ‘bitch’, uh is that it lol

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3:35 AM

You rubbed your eyes under the lense of your reading glasses- the laptop screen reflected back harshly at your vision. You were currently sitting on the couch, huddled in blankets, furiously typing away at your keyboard. It was nearing the end of the term, and you had a lot on your plate. In this instance you had an essay due for your economics 103 class, and it had to be a 5,500 word essay on the statics of the economy over time. You had 2,000 words now and you were slowly losing motivation. Mugs of now cold coffee, scattered the wooden coffee table, along with notes haphazardly strewn across the oak.

You think that you would be snuggled in bed right now, with your baby blue futon wrapped snugly around you. But that wasn’t the case. You were at your best friend Jimin’s apartment, at 3:35am.

What? He has faster wifi.

Anyway, you were sure that you were pretty much typing with your eyes closed by now. Deft finger tips tapping at a slower pace, your hands eventually fell slack as your head fell against your iMacs keyboard.

“___?” a quiet, but husky voice called from the hallway. You barely mumbled back a audible noise as Jimin walked over and saw your hazy state.

“___, it’s almost 4. What are you still doing up?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. He walked to the couch where you were situated and peered down at you. Swollen eyelids and puffy cheeks were slightly hidden by your messy hair. Glasses haphazardly pushed on your freckled nose. Jimin cooed tickling your nose a bit. You scrunched up your nose, lazily swatting his hand away.

“Stop it you mutt,” you grunted. Jimin chuckled bending down to shuffle your notes together. As he walked over to the sink to wash out your used coffee mugs, you pulled yourself up from your arms and rubbed your eyes tiredly. Jimin walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, massaging the taut muscle. You held back a groan as his ring clad fingers gently moved back and forth.

“Your so tense, little one.” Jimin softly spoke, resting chins atop your head. Humming you leaned back your head on the couch, resulting him moving to look down at you.

His deep red hair, no longer held in place by gel, was parted in the middle. The black roots peeking out, it looked soft and glossy and you couldn’t help but reach back and run your finger through a curled strand near his ear. Slate grey eyes followed your movements as you slowly scratched his head.

“You need to go bed, and if you keep doing that I’m not going to let you.” Jimin joked removing your hand and playing with your fingers. You whined turning to face him on the couch. Pouting, you lolled your head into the cushion of the couch. Jimin patted your back,

“C’mon up,” he said putting his hands under your arms and lifting you up. You allowed your tired body to be encompassed in his strong arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and looped your legs around his waist as his strong arms held you steady by your thighs. You breathed in slightly by his neck, the smell of orange and fresh cut grass lulled you into a more hazy state. Jimim shivered a bit at your warm breath tickling his neck, as he walked into his room. He gently placed you on the bed, and you immediately curled into the sheets. Jimin smiled at you, as you began to doze off. He gently pulled your glasses off, setting them on the bedside table. He pulled your socks off, because he knew you hated sleeping with them on.

“Good night, little one.” he spoke softly, ghosting a kiss on your cheekbone. He was about to walk out to go sleep on the pull out couch, when fingertips tugged at his pajama pants. He turned around to look down at you, in the dim lighting coming from the hall.

“Stay with me,” you mumbled with your eyes barely open. Jimin felt his chest tighten as he peered down at you. Your hair was splayed against the cotton pillow, and your lips and cheeks puffy. He thought you looked absolutely adorable. Sighing, Jimin walked out the door to turn the hall light off before coming back into the room. You watched him in the dark lighting. You could make out his toned figure as he pulled his nightshirt over his head, and throwing it on the floor. You felt your cheeks heat up despite not being able to see him fully.

What the hell is wrong with you? Yeah, Jimin has always made you flustered and it’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless after he goes on a run with his pack. Or when you guys have gone swimming. You are brought out of your thoughts when you feel a dip in the bed. You turn your body to look at Jimin laying next to you, his body facing away from you. You frown, reaching a tentative hand to touch his bare back.

“Jimin,” you whine, sitting up and placing your chin in the crevice of his neck. You rub your nose into his neck You rub your nose into his neck, and try to get a reaction out of him.

You rub your nose into his neck, and try to get a reaction out of him.

“I’m cold, please cuddle me,” you pouted. Jimin sighed and turned to face you, removing yourself from his neck you poked his face. Jimin couldn’t contain his grin, you could tell even with the dim lighting. You found yourself beginning to smile as he pulled up his side of the sheets and you shimmied yourself in. You sighed in content as you nuzzle your face into his bare chest, bringing your hands up to his pectorals.

Jimin sucked in a breath as he felt your lips skim his clavicle as you told him goodnight. Hesitantly, Jimin brought his arm around your small frame, and pulled you closer. Sighing, he skimmed his lips against your forehead and fell into an abyss of sleep.

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Jimin woke up before you the next morning. He blinked a bit at the sun peeking through the blinds. A grey film dusted the room, as flecks of dust fell across his vision. Pushing his hair out of his face, he felt a weight pressing against his body. Turning a bit, he saw you. Cheek squished into the pillow, soft snores coming from your mouth. Tiny hands holding onto his bicep. He smiled a bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Jimin had pack duties to attend to, since he already graduated from university. He spent most of his time tending to pack things. Jimin was brough of his thoughts when you felt you shift your weight to face the other way. His eyes widened a bit as he felt your bum situate itself onto his crotch, as you pushed back a bit to get more comfortable. Jimin muttered a fuck, as he felt himself begin to grow hard as your perky bottom rubbed back and forth. His hard cock was right in between your two globes.

“This isn’t happening, please tell me this isn’t happening.” Jimin groaned, trying to remove himself from you. As much as Jimin would love you take you on all fours and make you his bitch, he knew you didn’t see him that way. Ever so carefully, he removed his arm from under the pillow your head was on and got up. His dick was practically throbbing as he exited the room to go take a very cold shower. 

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You sat in the café that was on your university’s campus. You still were trying to finish your economics essay for your semester grade, but on top of that your photography teacher sprung a portfolio on your class that was due in a week and a half. Sighing, you held your mug of hot pumpkin hot chocolate, you hated hot coffee, in your cold hands. The weather has been brutal the past two weeks. With snow and hail, Jimin didn’t want you staying out late. Sadly, you had to walk everywhere today because Jimin had to borrow your car due to his being in the shop. You thought since he is a wolf he could you know… shift. So today you had to take the bus home, which only left you about 30 more minutes to work before you had to go home. 

Home has been Jimin’s place the past two weeks, I mean you practically moved in. Your shampoo and conditioner is there, a lot of your clothes. Hell even your cute polka-dotted toothbrush was there. You laughed to yourself remembering when Jimin ran out of the bathroom screaming saying he used your toothbrush. Idiot.

Your phone buzzed on the table. Placing your drink down you looked, it was a text from Jimin.

7:47pm [chimmy]: sorry love, going to be home late again. You better go to sleep on time or your ass is mine. xX 

Your cheeks heated up a bit, you don’t know why the provocative text caught you off guard because Jimin is like that all the time.

7:48pm to:[chimmy] k loser, don’t wreck my car or ur dick is mine ;) xx

Moving you fingers back and forth a bit before you press send immediately the little bubbles popped up to indicate he was typing. 

7:48pm [chimmy]: mm sounds good to me little one.

You felt something pull in your stomach, as your eyes widened at the context of his message. Staring at the message, you shook your head, tossing the sleek device in your bag. Jimin could never feel that way about you. I mean he is a werewolf, strong and handsome. You are a human, plain and meek. Feeling yourself deflate at the reality, you got back to work to distract yourself from the sinking feeling of disappointment.

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Long story short, you missed the bus and it was snowing. And Jimin’s apartment was two miles from campus. 

“Fucking hell!” you screamed into the cold night. Kicking your sneaker into the snow, you sighed and sat down on the bench. That was the last bus, that went from the school to the bus stop near the apartments. Wrapping your hands around your text book and laptop, you looked down both ends of the sidewalk that were lit up by street lamps. You could either walk the two miles and risk getting frostbite, or call Jimin. Not even thinking you stuck your hand into your coat pocket and fished out your phone, pressing the speed dial for Jimin’s number you held it up to your cold ear. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

“Hey it’s Jimin! You know what to do at the,” beep. 

Disappointment began to flood you, and you called again. And again. And again. By the 6th time you gave up, and you could feel warm tears start to build up. Guess you would have to walk home. Sniffing, you put your phone back in your pocket and began to walk in the direction of home. 

It has only been about 20 minutes, and you tried to occupy yourself with getting ahold of Jimin. You decided to cut through the park because it was faster. As you were walking, you were more focused on what was happening on your phone, than paying attention to the sheet of ice you were about to slip on. 

Next thing you know, you slip right which results in your textbook and laptop skidding out of your hand along with your phone. You are so fed up with tonight, you don’t even get up. 

“Ouch,” you say quietly, lamely. Tears welling in your eyes for the second time. You push yourself up on your elbows. The only light source is the full moon and a streetlamp. Your laptop and textbook are a few feet in front of you and your phone is nowhere to be found. You feel something trickle from your nose, as you bring your hand up to your face you are pretty sure your nose is bleeding and you twisted something. Groaning, you sit yourself up on your bottom, and tilt your head back. 

Jimin is so never using your car again. Pulling your backpack off, you decide you would rather die of frostbite at this point as you lay your head down and use it as a pillow. You don’t care to look and see if your laptop is broken, or care to look for your phone. You just look up at the moon as you feel your nose and ankle throb. You feel cold, but just lay there.

“___?”  You sit up too quick and it makes your head throb. Squinting into the dark, you hear a set of footsteps. 

“Oh my god, what happened!?” Another voice questions, the steps become quicker as you distinguish the voices. Laying back down, two figures crouch over you.

“Jin, Namjoon? How did you find me?” You question, as Namjoon helps you sit up. 

“We smelt blood,” he says referring to your bloody nose, “And we were patrolling, and this park isn’t too far from the border. What happened?” Namjoon says, hand rubbing your spine. You stay quiet as Jin gets up and looks for your stuff. 

“Jimin was using my car today, so I had to take the bus. But I missed it and decided to walk home but, I slipped and didn’t want to get up.” You say quietly. Namjoon presses his lips together as you continue, “Jimin wasn’t answering his phone either.” Namjoon sighs getting up and standing in front of you. He takes your face between his hands, moving it back and forth. He is the packs medic, along with Jin, the Beta.

“Even with my night vision and the street lamp, I can’t really assess the damage unless we go back to the pack house. Oh and Jimin? He has been in meetings all day,” Namjoon said releasing your chin and standing up, “So I am not really sure why he wasn’t answering.” Namjoon offers you a hand up, you take it but quickly stumble into his chest. Searing pain shoots up your ankle.

“Let’s hope that is just twisted and not sprained,” Namjoon says steadying you, “Me and Jin will shift and you can ride on me, is that okay?” He asks. You nod, knowing there isn’t any other choice. Leaning your weight on Namjoon, you two watch as Jin walks back over. 

“Okay well, good news your laptop doesn’t have a scratch and your textbook is just a little wet.” you sigh in relief. “But,” he says as he holds out your phone. You groan, looking down at it. Even in the shitty lighting you can tell that it is completely cracked. 

“Great,” you sigh. Guess you’ll have to buy a new one. Jin places your stuff in your backpack, as you three walk over to the edge of where the forest starts. Letting go of Namjoon for a second he begins to take his pants off. Cheeks heating, even in the cold you turn your head to give them some privacy. After a few seconds you hear a few cracks and huffing. Turning your head back you see two overly large wolves, one an ashy blonde and one a slate grey. Having seen Jimin shift on a few occasions, it still amazes you that creatures like this existed. Namjoon trots over to you, clothes in his mouth, he bends down gesturing you to get on. Hoping on your uninjured ankle, you swing a leg over the large animal. Gripping Namjoons fur, you yelp as he immediately begins running into the forest.

 You hold on tight as he jumps over fallen trees, and dodging obstacles. You smile and look up into the sky. The tall oak and pine trees part to give you a view of the waning moon. The cold air nips at your red cheeks as you forget about the fact that there is blood dripping down your nose and that your ankle is throbbing. Eventually Namjoon comes to a stop near the fountain in front of the pack house. You have only been to the pack house once, but it never failed to excite you.

Letting you off his back you sit on the cold concrete of the fountain. Looking around the courtyard, it is relatively quiet besides a few pack members walking around the border. 

“Ready?” Namjoon says next to you, now fully clothed. Nodding, Namjoon pulls your arm around his neck and lifts you up  as Jin saunters in front of both of you with your bookbag in his hand.

Seokjin opens the large door to the house, immediately warmth envelopes your cold cheeks. The overall house is very large, with tall ceilings and an open floor plan. Dark oak floors are lit up by dimmed lighting. Namjoons sneakers tap on the floor as he walks over to the seating area. He helps you situate on the plush couch in front of the fireplace. 

“One sec, gotta go get some stuff so sit tight.” He winks, a dimple embedded in his grin. You nod, leaning back into the cushions. Exhaustion is taking over you slowly. You look at the fireplace in front of you. It crackles quietly, scorching heat into the room. Seokjin walks over to you, and hands you a cup of tea. 

“Thank you.” you say quietly, taking the cup from him. Jin nods, returning to the kitchen. Your fingertips run around the rim of the cup, the heat defrosts your numb hands. Bringing the cup up to your nose you breath in the scent of chamomile. 

“Okay, so let’s get you cleaned up and look at your ankle, yeah?” Namjoon says finally returning. Placing the scalding cup on the rug next to you, you sit up as Namjoon rummages through a large bag of medical supplies. Snapping on some rubber gloves, he takes a wet towelette, and dabs at the dried up blood around your nose and lips. You stare at the floor as he is situated between your legs. After a few seconds, he pulls back to inspect his work. 

A dimpled grin once again takes over his face, “Beautiful,” he winks, crumpling up the wipe. You snort and punch him in the shoulder. He chuckles as he scoots back to look at your ankle. 

“Alright princess, scoot forward for me so I can take a look.” You nod scooting forward so your leg sticks out more. He removes your sneaker and sock, and gently rolls up your damp jeans. 

“Hmm,” Namjoon, holds your ankle on his thigh while he prods at the swollen area. “Well good news it’s not fractured or anything. But it’s really swollen and sprained, but you can still walk but you will just limp a little.” he says looking up at you. Breathing a sigh of relief, Namjoon gets up to get you some ice. 

“You should be okay, the ice should help the swelling and hopefully the bruising will go down.” Seokjin says squatting in front of you. You nod as he hands you, your mug. 

“Oh! I didn’t realize there were people here.” A new voice comes from the entrance to the common area. You whip your head back and see a girl, in a black silk robe who is hastily tying the ribbon together. You tilt your head a bit, looking at Namjoon and Seokjin who look mortified. 

“What are you doing here Cho?” Namjoon questions, a bag of ice in his hand. His eyes dart to you a few times. 

Cho, as you now know her giggles a bit and saunters over to the counter, leaning against the marble. You can’t help but feel a bit of envy? Who is she? You look like a pile of shit compared to her, you think. 

“Well,” she begins, twirling a piece of her hair in her manicured fingers, “It’s Jimin’s pre-heat and no one else was here so you know he asked me, seeing as I’m usually the one who helps him through his actual heat.” She says bored, tapping the counter. 

Your eyes widen, and before you realize it you drop your mug of scalding tea on the carpet. The only thing heard is the crackle of the fire, and the cup as it breaks. Cho’s eyes peer over to yours and they widen. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” she says rushing over to you to pick up the broken cup. You nod looking down at her, as she carefully picks up the porcelain. You look up at Seokjin and Namjoon, looks of guilt present in their eyes. Gulping you look down at Cho, and mutter a it was nice to meet you. She looks back at you, as you grab your bookbag. You disregard the fact that you only have one shoe on, and begin to walk out the door. 

“Jin please take me home.” You say standing at the front door, hand on the brass knob. Looking back at Cho who just looks confused, you smile at her from the foyer. 

“Tell Jimin that __, never wants to see him again.” you say, calmly. Smiling at her, you don’t even hear Namjoon calling your name as you exit the door and walk outside into the cold air. As you close the door, you inhale a shaky breath. A tear slides down your face, stinging the cold skin. Your surroundings muffled by the silent cries in your head. You barely register the door open, as Jin pulls you into his embrace. 

You crumple into his arms, like ashes after a fire is burnt out. You collapse, as shaky sobs are wracked out of your tired body. You lost something you never had. But it still hurts so bad. 

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You are sitting in your philosophy lecture when Kim Namjoon texts you. 

11:47am [joonie b. jones]: please talk to him. 

You watch your phone light up with the notification, before it goes dim again. A few days after the incident, you went a got a new phone and a new number. Hoping Namjoon and Jin wouldn’t give it to Jimin. It’s been two weeks now. You haven’t gone back to Jimin’s. Seen or spoken to him. It’s not that you hated him, you just didn’t have the emotional capacity to be in the same space as him without wanting to cry or cut his dick off with safety scissors. 

Safety first. Jin would always say. I mean this whole situation could have been fine, if he would have answered his goddamn phone instead of sticking his penis into the vagina of someone else. But that’s his problem, so you will continue soaking in your cesspool of self loathe until you get the balls to talk to him. 

Chin placed in the palm of your hand, you tapped your pen against your notes. Sighing, you pushed your glasses up your nose, and grabbed your phone to type a response. 

11:51 to:[joonie b. jones] well that’s sad because i don’t think i can even look at him without wanting to cry a river. my tears could flood the han river joon. 

You press send, and set your phone down. Luckily Jim brought your car back, so you had that now. The only downside is you had to work at the schools library now, because dammit your wifi was fine but not Jimin’s. You left some of your stuff over there including your beloved polka dotted toothbrush. You cared about that thing so much that you’ve been using your finger to brush your teeth. Sighing a bit, you wondered if Cho told Jimin what you said. 

You didn’t care anymore, crying yourself to sleep every night wasn’t gonna fix the fact that you were right about Jimin not reciprocating said feelings. Your phone buzzed again. 

11:53am [joonie b. jones]: well too bad its not monsoon season princess. look i am sorry but you gotta talk to him someday. 

Rolling your eyes at his sarcasm, you replied with a ‘no i don’t, im fine crying every day :p’. Placing your phone down, you scribbled a few more notes before your professor announced that class was dismissed. Stretching in your chair, you gathered up your notes and stuffed them into your satchel. Picking up your laptop and your coat you walked out of class.

It was now way later in the day, around 8 and you were working in the library. Luckily your economics essay was done and submitted, now you were trying to finish your photography portfolio. There weren't many people in the library at this hour, and you were sitting at a desk with your laptop and camera. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you huffed a piece of hair that fell from your bun. Your brows were scrunched in concentration as you edited a candid shot of Seokjin in the snow. The assignment was to submit 5 candid shots of people, 5 shots of nature, and 2 shots of yourself. Once you were satisfied with the editing you uploaded it to your folder so you could print them later. You were clicking through the pictures to see if everything was good, when a picture of you and Jimin popped up. Your fingers stuttered over your mouse as you stared at the picture. The picture was taken a few weeks before situation happened. It was you and Jimin in the snow,a big grin on your faces.

He was dipping you, and staring at you with a big smile on his face. You were looking at the camera with a grin as well, with one arm outstretched and the other looped around Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s bright red hair contrasted nicely in the snow. Little flecks of white were noticeable in his roots. His circle glasses sat nicely on his defined face. You smiled at the picture as you unconsciously touched the screen with your finger and ran it down Jimin’s face. You missed him. A lot. You wanted to tell him that you weren’t mad, just hurt. But how would he understand when he didn’t even really do anything wrong? Well, besides ignoring your call and sticking his dick where it didn’t belong but that’s once again, besides the point. 

“Hey __!” a deep voice said in front of you. You whipped your eyes up quickly at the sound of the voice. Kim Taehyung stood in front of you, a camera strapped around his neck and his book bag flung across his back. You smiled and gave him a small wave.

“Hi Tae,” you said back. Taehyung nodded towards your computer.

“Are you working on the portfolio as well?” He asked, setting a knee on the chair across from you. You looked down at your laptop.

“Um yeah, I am basically done though.” you said clicking out of the picture to go back to your desktop. You looked up at Tae, his slate eyes peered down at you like a predator hunting its prey. Taehyung is the beta of another pack around the area, he actually used to be Jimin’s beta but he was banned from the pack for murdering some humans. Long story.

Anyway, Jimin warned you to stay away from him just as a precaution but he has been nothing but nice to you, never overstepping his boundaries. Not like he could being a beta and all. Awkwardly tapping your fingers on the wooden table, you peered at the corner of your laptop screen to look at the time. 

“Oh shit, sorry Tae it’s getting late. I should probably head home.” you said beginning to shuffle up your notes. 

“Oh yeah, haha. It is getting pretty dark, let me walk you to your car?” he asked, gesturing toward the exit. As you were shoving your camera in the case, you looked up at him. He smiled at you, a rectangular shape taking over his features. 

Blowing out a breath, “Yeah sure, why not?” you said hoisting your bag onto your shoulder. Walking through the rows of books, you and Tae said goodbye to the librarian, before exiting outside to the parking lot. The air was bit at your cheeks, and you immediately pulled your coat tighter. The parking lot was dark and pretty much empty. The asphalt is slick and wet, shining under the moon. The only thing that you could hear was you and Taehyung's steps as you walked to your car, along with Taehyung's humming. You held in a breath when you two finally got to your car. Balancing your laptop in your arm, you twisted around to find your keys. 

“Thank you for walking me out Tae I really-,”

“Shh,” he harshly says to you. Looking up from your bag you look up at him. He is scanning the tree line that surrounds the library. 

“Tae? What’s-,” he shushes you again. 

“__, if you don’t shut the fuck up I will make you.” he says with a low growl in his tone. Your eyes slit at him as you stop looking in your bag. 

“Taehyung!” you whisper yell. “Why are we-,”

“Run.” He says backing away and pushing your body into his. Your twist your face in confusion and before you can speak again, you see four pairs of yellow eyes emerge from the trees. Even across the parking lot, you can hear the low growls reverberate into the night. You drop your bag, slowly backing up. 

You squint into the darkness, and see wolves slowly fill into the parking lot. Menacing growls come from their mouths. 

“__, you need to run and don’t stop. Jimin’s pack house isn’t far from here, yeah? Go there. You’ll be safe. These are rouges, and so there is no way to negotiate with them.” Taehyung speaks lowly. 

“Tae no, I am not leaving you here,” you say backing up, holding onto his sweater. 

“Jimin will kill me if anything happens to you, go.” Taehyung says, no argument in his tone. You tug on his shirt causing him to whip around. 

“I cannot outrun them Tae, shift and I can ride you to the pack house, please Tae. I cannot leave you here to die,” you desperately say, looking him in the eye. You can see him bite his lip in contemplation.

“Tae please!” you shout in desperation, as the rogues start to run towards the two of you.

“For fuck sake,” Taehyung murmurs taking your hand, and running. You almost trip over your legs as Taehyung practically thrusts you upwards with inhuman strength. You go a few feet in the air, you scream as your feet go out under you. Your hair whips in front of your face as the air makes your ears pop. Hearing the faint cracking below you. Taehyung shifts as you descend from the air and thankfully land on his back. Dazed a bit, you hold onto his fur as you her his huff. His paws thump in the snow, as he runs through to the back of the library. You lean onto his form, hand clutching his fur. You hear the rogues not too far from behind you, the snapping of twigs and paws. 

You can barely see, as Taehyung cuts through the park where you slipped a few weeks ago. The moon illuminates his wolf fur, until you both disappear in the woods again. You look back and the rogues have seemed to disappear. 

Confused, you tug on Taehyung's form. He comes to a slow in a snowy clearing, the trees parted to give a view of the moon. 

“Taehyung I think-,” you whisper is cut short when your body is thrown of Taehyung into the snow. Coughing a bit, you hear a whine and see Taehyung's wolf lying near a tree. Your head pounds as you try and blink away the spots dotting your vision. 

“Taehyung!” you shout, getting up on shaky knees and crawling over him. You wipe off the snow on him, and stroke his ear. 

“Are you okay,” you ask. Taehyung’s whine turns into a growl, as he shakes the snow off his body and gets up. Still sitting on the snow you look up at him, his steely eyes trained on the wolf in front of him. Being a beta, Tae is much bigger in size but still you can’t help but be absolutely terrified. You look into the clearing, as Tae stands off with the wolf, low growls exchanged back and forth. 

“My, my, what do we have here.” a new voice joins. Taehyung growls even louder and begins to bark. 

“Ah Taehyung, still always trying to be a hero I see.” the voice chuckles. Your eyes widen as you see a man walk out from the trees, a smile on his face. Your eyes widen as you see his chest on display, with scars desecrating the once smooth surface. You see him grin, and he is overall very attractive. Taehyung’s body cracks and shifts, as he becomes human again

“What the hell do you want Jung,” Taehyung says with a snarl, shielding your body. You try and not stare at his bare ass that is directly in your face, a warm blush seeps across your cold cheeks. 

“Ah, well you see, me and my friends here were on a lovely night stroll and I smelled the most delectable scent, and I had to know what it was.” he says, clasping his hands in front of him. “And when I spot you in the parking lot with this sweet flower,” he says gesturing to you, “I had to have a taste,” he says sliding his tongue across his lips. You shivered backing into the snow behind you. 

“She’s already claimed Hoseok, you know the rules.” Taehyung says gritting his teeth. Claimed? You furrow your brows and look up at Tae. 

Hoseok, as you now know him, laughs like a maniac. 

“You mean by Park? Hmm, well I don’t smell him nor see a mark, so therefore she is ripe for the picking. I’m surprised you haven’t done anything considering the fact she’s ovulating. Are you really that dense Kim, bringing her out here at this time, tsk. I thought a Beta would be smarter than that,” Hoseok says with a smirk on his face. Your eyes widen at Hoseok’s vile words. 

“Well it’s a good thing I’m stupid,” Taehyung says, charging at Hoseok and shifting. As soon as Taehyung jumps onto Hoseok, you hear the sounds of growls and bones cracking. And before you can even think you are on your legs running. You don’t know where you are going. Your legs are tired and jeans are damp from the snow, as you come to another clearing that is much larger. You know you are miles from campus now, so there is no way you can go back. You desperately look at your surroundings, but all you can see is woods and snow. Pulling at your hair, run behind a fallen tree and duck. Grabbing your phone, you quickly text Namjoon.

8:36pm [joonie b. jones]: namjoon please help. 

You attach your location and press send, thankfully you have signal. Breathing heavily, you lay in the damp shrubbery as you try and decide what to do. 

“Found you.” warm breath tickles your ear and before you even have time to process, you are being yanked by the hair and thrown over the log. 

“Ouch,” you breath out, feeling the snow seep into your clothes. 

“Oh sweet flower, you really shouldn’t come out here when you smell like that,” Hoseok says in a low voice. You pull yourself onto your elbows, as you scoot back and look at Hoseok. 

He had a busted lip and some scratches, but other than that he looks completely fine. 

“W-where is Taehyung, you asshole!” you practically scream at him trying to keep your voice steady. Hoseok stalks towards you, leaning down over you. The smell of metallic is present when he breathes.

“He is alive for now. Do not fret, sweet flower. Submit yourself to me, and I will let him go unharmed,” he says, smirking up close to your face. Curling your face in disgust, you inhale and spit in his face. Hoseok face curls into a sinister frown. 

“You filthy human,” he growls bringing his hand back and slapping you. You feel the cold sting of his hand against your cheek as you yelp and curl back into the snow. You breath in heavily, your breath coming out in puffs due to the cold. Bringing your hand up to your lip, you feel it and it is definitely busted. Hoseok stands above you, a dark look in his eye is present even in the dim lighting. 

“Such a shame, that a pretty flower like you has to die,” he says slowly. Before you can even react, he brings his hands around your neck and pushes your body up against the tree. He squeezes his hands around your throat and you slowly feel yourself losing oxygen. You kick your feet back and forth, trying to get him. Hoseok cages your legs between him. Black dots begin to fill your vision. 

“This could all be solved if you were a cooperative bitch and just submitted to me,” Hoseok says calmly. You claw at his hands, desperately trying to get out of his hold. 

“P-plea..” you could barely get out the word, as Hoseok squeezed harder. You felt yourself slipping. Hoseok runs his nose up your neck, and breathes in.

“Submit to me, flower. And Taehyung and you will be spared,” he whispered against your neck. You began to loosen your hold on his hands. Hoseok loosened the grip a bit so you could speak. Bringing a smile to your face in your last moments, you mustered up the last words you could.

“F-fuck. Y-you.” you stuttered, a smile on your face. Hoseok growled, baring sharp canines at your face. Before he could sink them into your skin, a strong growl reverberated throughout the forest. Before the dark could claim you, Hoseok was torn off you and you slid down the tree. Coughing and trying to inhale oxygen. Your vision was fuzzy but you could hear ripping sounds and growling, curses that sounded like Hoseok. You brushed a hand through your hair, to see a silver wolf attacking Hoseok. 

“___! Oh my god, are you okay?!” you leaned against the tree, still trying to blink the spots away from your vision. Cold hands came up and cupped your neck. Blinking a few times, you saw like 20 Seokjin’s in front of you. 

“Jin? Why are there so many of you?” you mumbled, bringing your hand in front of you. Jin rolled his eyes, and held your head up straight so it would stop drooping.

“God, what did the asshole do to you,” Jin said, seeing your busted lip and bruised face. You winced when his cold hands pressed against your sore neck. The growling and cursing soon ceased, and all that was heard was the tree branches brushing one another in the wind. 

“___, oh my god. I am so sorry, I am so sorry. I wasn’t quick enough, I’m so sorry little one.” Jimin’s voice was rushed as he practically pushed Jin out of the way to look at you. You winced again as his hand brushed your sore cheek. 

“Mm, Jimin,” you said blinking a bit. You could clearly see Jimin’s auburn hair in the dark of the forest. Jimin was still boiling in anger, and was blinded in pure rage as he ripped apart Hoseok.  Jin placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“She will be okay, but she will be a bit sore and bruised.” Jin said looking down at your hazy state. Jimin gave a curt nod to his beta, and turned his attention back to you. 

“Taehyung,” you spoke suddenly, trying to stand up, “Where is he? I-is he okay, Jimin,” you said trying to stand but fell into Jimin’s hold. 

“Hey, calm down. Tae is okay, a bit scratched up, but he will live.” Jimin said holding your face in his hands so you could look at him. You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Jimin, I-I was so scared that you guys wouldn’t come and..” you trailed of thinking the worst. Jimin stood up and then quickly leaned down to hook his arm under your knees and lifting you up. You melted into his hold, not really caring if he was naked or not.

“Come on little one, let’s go home.” Jimin said, brushing his lips against your forehead. You nodded, and finally closed your eyes and let exhaustion engulf you. 

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You woke up with a startle the next morning. Blinking a bit, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Peering around the room you noticed that you were in Jimin’s bed, but not with Jimin. 

Laying on the pillow still, you turned your head to see a glass of water and some aspirin. Slowly sitting up, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and gulped down the water and took the pills. Setting the glass down, you looked down at what you were wearing. Just a large grey t-shirt and no pants. 

Who changed you?

Running a hand through your ratty hair, you stood up from the bed and stretched your sore muscles. Opening the door, you peeked your head out, to look down the hall. 

“Jimin? Hello?” you spoke fully opening the door. But no sound came back to you. Exiting the room you walked down the hall to the living room, Jimin’s shoes were gone off the rack. Where is he?

Confused, you looked around when your face came into view with the mirror situated next to the front door. You walked closer to it, to get a look at your face. Your lip was still split, but the blood was gone. Your cheekbone, was a hue of nasty violets and pinks. Touching your reflection in the mirror, you felt yourself frown as you saw the bruises around your neck as well. Faint fingerprints imprinted into your once smooth skin. 

All of a sudden the front door opened, a cold breeze rushed through but was gone the second the door closed. Jimin walked in not aware you were standing there. He was wiping the snow off himself. Auburn hair dusted with snowflakes as he removed his shoes. He was carrying a bag, and after he took his shoes of he jumped a bit seeing you stand in front of the mirror. 

“Your awake.” Jimin spoke looking at you. You nodded, stepping back a bit. The tension was thick in the room, and awkward air surrounded the both of you. Jimin cleared his throat. 

“I uh, got some breakfast. I didn’t know if you were hungry. Namjoon is stopping by later to-,” you cut him off as you rushed up to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and clutching his jacket. 

A big fat tear rolled down your face, cooling your warm skin. Jimin immediately reciprocated, hugging you gently by holding your waist and head to his body. 

“You saved me.” It was a statement. You buried your face in his chest. Jimin held you tighter before letting go and lifting your chin to look at him. 

He frowned, rubbing the tears away gently. He ran his thumb across your bruised cheek and down to your lip. Your mouth parted instinctively as he rubbed the skin. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. If I was a second late you could’ve-.” He stopped himself, pulling his plush lips into a flat line. You stared at him, leaning into his hand. 

“I’m also sorry about Cho.” your eyes widened. Lips parted in shock, you felt warmth seep into your cheeks. 

“I uh, why would you apologize about that,” you stuttered not looking him in the eye. Jimin paused searching for the right words. 

“You are my friend, my best friend actually. I shouldn’t put worldly pleasures before you little one.” Jimin said tilting his head to look at you. Your heart deflated a bit. Friends. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered. Smiling a bit, you took his hand that held your cheek, kissing his palm. 

“I promise to never put anyone above you like that again,” Jimin said pulling you in for a hug. You brought your arms around his neck, as he rocked back and forth slowly. 

“I promise.” he said. You wanted to scream, yell. Shout at Jimin and confess how you feel about him. Your best friend. The one that always has been there for you, always putting you first. But at the same time you wanted to keep your emotions bottled up; scared of the what ifs. So you settled for this. Loving a man who saw you as a friend. You settled for Jimin just here and now. Holding you and making promises you knew he was gonna keep but didn’t have to. You settled for just Jimin. And that's enough. 

[1 month later]

“I hate Christmas shopping, so why do you insist on dragging me here?” Jimin whined hanging on the cart. You laughed picking through the obnoxious looking ornaments. Such a whiny Alpha.

“Because you are so insistent on going with me everywhere that isn’t our own home,” you said looking back at him. Jimin rolled his eyes, walking over to wear you were standing. He wrapped his arms around your waist behind you, and skimmed his nose on your cheek.

“Little one, don’t be so mean. You won’t like the outcome,” he joked, his fingers beginning to tickle your sides. You yelped, thrashing in his hold as his fingers assaulted your hips. 

“J-Jimin! Stop I swear to God-!”  you wheezed turning around to punch him in the stomach. He laughed backing up, putting his hands up in surrender. You playfully glared your eyes at him as he stuck his tongue out at you. Rolling your eyes, you threw some ornaments in the cart and jutted your hip against his leg to move. You two didn’t even notice the old lady standing at the other end of the aisle, smiling at you two. 

“You two are such a lovely couple, so lively.” she said in a raspy but warm voice. You felt your cheeks warm at her comment and before you could reply, Jimin wrapped his arms around you caging you to the handle of the cart. 

“Thank you so much, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Jimin said placing his chin on your shoulder. You brought your hand up to your face to hide the blush that began to seep across your face. You heard the lady laugh as Jimin planted a kiss on your cheek. 

Eventually she went to another aisle and you turned around and glared at the man behind you. 

“Park Jimin! Why would you lie to her,” you said pushing his chest. Jimin’s face spread into a grin as he walked in front of the cart.

“I didn’t lie though, I didn’t even say we were dating.” you were about to rebuttal that statement when you realized he didn’t say that. But he did say you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Your eyes widened and you swear your whole body turned red like when cartoon characters eat something spicy.

“And I meant it,” he finished dragging out the ‘it’.  He walked into a different aisle while you stood there for 5 minutes until a worker came up to you and asked if you were okay. 

-

“__! Hurry your slow ass up.” Taehyung called from downstairs. You rolled your eyes walking out of the bathroom, carefully not to step on your dress. Jimin invited you to the annual Christmas ball for the surrounding packs. It was mainly just the Alpha’s and Beta’s, but this year it was offered to all adults 21 and older. You were hesitant at first, not feeling comfortable being the only person there that didn’t howl at the full moon, but after begging and him offering you food, you agreed. Since it was a ball, you couldn't show up in the short black dress you were originally gonna wear. So instead, by the motherly help of Seokjin, he picked out a whole ball gown. And when he said ballgown he meant bippity-boppity your Cinderella for this ball, bitch. He managed to put you in an off the shoulder white ball gown. Although the dress was pretty it was mostly tulle, which was so damn itchy. But Seokjin insisted when he saw the gold rhinestone detail across the bodice, he was sold. Golden flowers were layered across the skirt, giving some detail to the dress. Tulle sleeves rested a few inches above your elbow, and they itched but beauty is pain as they say. You looked into the mirror one last time, your managed to put curlers in your rats nest that you call hair. The curls were huge, and you pinned some pieces in the back with a gold hair piece. 

Taehyung let you borrow his long ass crystal earrings, which matched. You left your neck bare and probably smacked a pound of highlighter on your collarbones to make them shimmer. 

“__, Jimin is already there and he is going to kill me- woah.” Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave lower as he eyed you. Trying to contain your blush, you looked at him through the mirror of your bathroom.

“Keep your tail down boy,” you snorted patting his shoulder as you walked out of the bathroom. Picking up your heels and clutch, you turned to face Taehyung. 

“Ready?” he asked, gesturing to the door.

“As I will ever be,” you muttered walking out the door, and off to the ball you went.

-

After you and Taehyung struggled fitting your big ass dress in the car you were finally on your merry way. The whole ride there you tried not to pick at your manicured nails, so you opted for playing with the diamond bracelet Jimin got you as an “I am sorry for sticking my dick in someone when I should have answered your call” apology gift. You two finally arrived at the Venue, and as the valet helped you out of the car you couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

“Hey, it’ll be fine! It’s not like werewolves eat humans princess,” Taehyung joked, allowing you to hold onto his arm. You rolled your eyes as you held onto your clutch and dress at the same time as you two walked down the hallway of the expensive hotel. Your heels tapped against the marble floor, as Taehyung led you to the hall where the ball was. Soft Christmas music could be heard before you entered. 

Right as you got to the double doors, two men pulled them open as you and Tae entered. You felt your grip tighten, as he led you to where Jimin was. You could feel people eye you as you kept pace with Taehyung, but you politely smiled and nodded at anyone who acknowledged you. 

“Jimin! There you are, sorry we are late. Miss Princeass over here was taking forever,” Tae said gesturing to you. You rolled your eyes letting go of Taehyung to see Seokjin, Namjoon and Jimin standing around a table. Namjoon choked on his flute of champagne, Seokjin wiped fake tears away saying “Damn I’m good,” and Jimin’s grip tightened on his glass as something carnal seeped into his eyes.

“Woah, __, you look amazing,” Namjoon said, taking a napkin from the nearby waiter and patting his face with it. You smiled at him and did a little curtsey. You eyed Jimin, and you had to do a double take because he looked, ravishing. He recently dyed his silver and it complimented his steely grey eyes very well. The top was parted perfectly, so one side fell into his eyes. He wore a patterned grey tuxedo jacket, on top of an all black high neck dress shirt. Little grey ruffles stuck out from under the collar. Simple black dress pants brought it all together. 

Jimin tinked his rings on his champagne flute, to get your attention. You blinked making eye contact with him, he smiled at you.

“Little one, you look absolutely beautiful. Stunning.” He said in a low voice, eyes becoming hooded. You walked over to him, a burst of confidence shot through you as you took Jimin’s champagne and took a sip. Placing it back into his hand, you smiled at him.

“You look pretty fine yourself Park,” Jimin’s eyes widened for a sec but he quickly composed himself. Raising an eyebrow at him, he lips fell into a lazy smirk as before he downed the rest of his drink. 

“Ah Alpha Park, so good to see you,” a deep drawl came from behind Jimin. You peered over Jimin’s shoulder to see a man, with tousled brown hair and a cute toothy smile.

“Alpha Jeon, nice to see you as well.” Jimin said shaking ‘Jeon’s’ hand firmly. You shuffled near Seokjin and Namjoon, so that they could talk. 

“My, who is this beautiful creature?” Jeon asked gesturing to you. You looked up at Jimin with wide eyes as you held your clutch tightly in your hands. Jimin’s hand was in his pocket while the other held his empty glass. 

“She is my guest, so play nice kid.” Jimin said grabbing Jeon’s shoulder a bit rough. Jeon chuckled, a playful glint in my eye.

“Always the stern one Jimin.” Jeon joked and bowed to you, “Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” Jungkook winked a you. Looking up at Jimin, he rolled his eyes mouthing, “He’s a little man whore.” Snorting, you enlightened Jungkook by dancing with him. You two made small talk and overall he was a very well mannered man. 

“So, you are Jimin’s mate?” Jungkook asked. You blinked at him, furrowing your brows.

‘Uh, no I am not ha.” Jungkook tilted his head confused by your answer. 

“Really? I mean you practically are drenched in his scent, and also I am pretty sure he wants to rip my dick off for dancing with you.” Jungkook snorted, spinning you around so you could have a view of a very pissed off looking Park Jimin. He wasn’t even paying attention to the person who was talking to him.

“Well, I am not and I don’t think I ever will be. He doesn’t see me that way,” you shrugged. Jungkook took his lip between his teeth.

“Hm, from what I can tell he likes you.” Jungkook said with sincerity in his voice. You smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder. You stood on the soles of your heels a bit to give him a peck on the cheek. 

“Well shit, now Jimin is most definitely going to kill me. But it was worth it.” he joked. You laughed, pulling away from him so you two could walk off the dance floor.

“He is going to have to get through me first,” you joked, “Oh speak of the devil,” you said gesturing to a strangely calm Jimin who sauntered over to you two. Giving a closed lip smile to Jungkook, he looked at you.

“___, come with me for a moment.” Jimin said holding out his hand for you to take. Rolling your eyes you looked at Jungkook, taking his hand you smiled at him.

“Thank you for dancing with me Alpha, you were lovely.” you said with a sincere smile. Jungkook bowed, taking your hand and gently kissing your knuckles. 

“The pleasure was all mine beautiful.” he winked. Letting go of your hand he looked at Jimin. “Alpha Park, hope things go well with your pack.” Jungkook bowed, and Jimin nodded to him as he walked away. 

Taking Jimin’s hand he guided you out of the ballroom, exiting the doors he took you down the hall and to the left. You tried to keep up without tripping over your dress, as he opened the door to what looked like a handicap men’s bathroom. He pulled open the door, the faint Christmas music from the ball could still be heard. He pushed you in a bit as you struggled to pick up your dress. The bathroom was way too nice and you were confused why Jimin shoved you in here.

“Jimin, what the hell are you doing shoving me into a bathroom?” you whispered. Jimin ignored your complaints as he placed his tux jacket on the marble counter. 

“What the hell are you doing kissing Jeon Jungkook on the cheek?” he asked, awfully calm. You blinked, pressing your back against the oak door and crossing your arms over your chest. You were getting annoyed with his antics, so you glared at him through the mirror in which he was staring at you through. You smiled and slowly walked up behind Jimin, reaching up enough to whisper in his ear.

“What the hell were you thinking sticking your dick in Cho’s pussy, when you know damn well I’m better.” Before you could even back up, Park Jimin spun around and grabbed you by the waist flipping you around onto the marble counter. You didn’t even have time to scold him when he brought his plush lips down on yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, as his grip tightened on your waist and his hand cupped the back of your neck. You immediately reciprocated clawing at his dark dress shirt, and pulling him close to you.

Jimin pulled back from you, a string of saliva connected your wet mouths. Your chest heaved, as you kept a grip on his shirt. Jimin’s pupils were blown out, a carnal look bleeding into his eyes. You felt arousal began to pool out of your needy cunt, making your underwear damp. Jimin’s grip tightened on your waist as he began to lean in again, taking his time he trailed his lips across your clavicle and up your neck. Sponging wet kisses up your jaw, he sucked at your pulse. Your breathing came out in sparse breaths as you held onto Jimin’s shoulders. You looked up at the lights surrounding the mirror, blinking rapidly you held your lip between your teeth as Jimin went painfully slow up your neck. 

“Jimi- ahh, please.” you whined stretching your neck as his plush lips skimmed your neck. 

“What are you begging for, baby girl. I haven’t even done anything.” Jimin chuckled, looking down at you. You let go of his shirt to grip the edge of the counter. Jimin straightened his back releasing your waist to instead cage you to the counter. He looked at you, tilting his head as your chest heaved. Taking a finger he ran it down your face, trailing the soft skin under he reached your chest. You kept eye contact with him the whole time as his eyes followed his finger, till it reached the top of your cleavage. He kept it there, before he leaned closer to your face. The light smell of champagne lingered as he breathed close to you, keeping eye contact with you. 

“You have been very naughty today baby. Your alpha isn’t happy. Now we are going to go home, and you will receive your punishment like a good bitch, hmm?” Jimin said, taking his finger hat was on your chest and bringing it back up to your bottom lip. You kept eye contact with him, taking his finger and sucking it into your mouth. Swirling the pad of his finger around your tongue, before he pulled it out. Growling, Jimin pulled you off the counter and hoisted you against the door. You yelped as the cool wood, came against your sweaty skin. Jimin gripped your legs under your dress, trailing his ring clad fingers across your thighs. His fingers came in contact with your panties. He snapped them against your skin, before he removed his hand and set you down. Jimin breathed in slowly, as you leaned against the door.

“Go to the car before I bend you over the counter, and fuck your sopping pussy full of my cum.” Jimin snarled. You nodded, hand blindly looking for the doorknob. Before you turned to open it, you looked him in the eye and smiled.

“Yes Alpha,” you said with a sickly saccharine in your voice, before you exited the bathroom and walking out to the car to prepare yourself for a long night.

-

The car ride home was silent, besides the soft Christmas music playing in the background. You looked out the window most of the time, looking at the city pass by. Shops decorated with lights and such, made you realize how much you loved the holiday season. You sometimes peered at Jimin, whose grip on the steering wheel was tight enough that his knuckles were flushed white. Distracting yourself by looking at all the Holiday buzz around the city helped, but you couldn’t help be anxious at what was about to come when you arrive at home. You played with the detail of your dress, as Jimin finally pulled into the parking garage of the apartments. 

Jimin pulled into his spot, right next to your car. Unbuckling your seat belt, you slid out of the warm car and out into the cold parking garage. Jimin quickly rounded to your side, grabbing your hand to fully help you out, and shutting your door. You brought your arms up around yourself to rub away the goosebumps as you and Jimin walked to the elevator. As soon as you reached it, you both walked in and clicked the button to go to your floor. You stood in the corner, farthest away from Jimin, as he stood right in front of the doors with a hand in his pocket as he looked at the number slowly descend up indicating what floor you are on. 

Finally a quiet beep echoed indicating you two made it to your floor. Jimin quickly walked out, with you close in tow. Your footsteps tapped on the dark flooring, you dug through your clutch to look for your key. Jimin, stood to the side as your nervous hands fumbled with the key to finally slot the key in and open the door. Jimin placed a gentle hand on your back to usher you inside. The apartment was dark, as you removed your heels and tossed your bag on the couch. You heard Jimin move behind you, as you walked to turn on the lamp. 

Right as you remove your hand from the string that turns on the lamp, Jimin wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you back into him. You melt into him, and lean your head back onto his pectoral.

“Hmm, already so submissive are we? I haven’t even told you what I want you to do baby.” Jimin said brushing his nose against your neck. He kneaded his fingers into your stomach as you two stood in the dim lighting of the living room. After a few seconds, Jimin moved back and brought his hands to your hair. Gently he brushed his fingers through the curls, and removed your hair piece. He set it down on the coffee table, before turning you around to look at him. You looked up at him as he cupped your cheeks, with his fingers. You thought he looked beautiful in this lighting, his silver hair had no gel now but was still parted perfectly and you wanted to run your hands through it, pull on it. His plush lips were red and pulled into a soft smile, slate eyes holding warmth as he looked at you. 

“You did look very beautiful tonight little one. No one could keep their eyes off you, especially me.” he softly spoke, running his finger down your face. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. Jimin brought your face up to his and pressed his mouth up to yours. It was a peck at first, he gently pressed his pillowed lips to yours, before gripping your hair and holding your mouth against his. You rested your hands on his shirt, as he kissed you with fervor making tremors come across your body. Jimin groaned against your mouth, you took that opportunity to prod your tongue against the front of his teeth. The muscle glided across his canines, before it dipped into his mouth to intertwine with his tongue. Jimin’s hand began to glide down your body to the curve of your supple ass. Even in the thick material of the dress, you felt the warmth of his hands seep into your skin as he kneaded the flesh. Taking his tongue you sucked on it gently, and began to step forward pushing his body towards the couch. Pulling his bottom lip between your teeth you sucked gently before pressing your mouth against his and pushing him onto the couch. You broke away, saliva dangled from your bottom lip as Jimin sat on the couch, his arms splayed out across the back and legs wide open as if they were calling you. His mouth was parted, heavy breaths parting from his lips. His eyes burned with a hunger, something that you could only sate. You stood back from him, looking down at his body. 

Jimin looked up at you, a lazy smirk coming across his features as he brought a hand down to the significant bulge confined in his slacks. His ring clad fingers squeezed it and he groaned, tilting his head back. You watched his adam's apple move as he ran his palm up and down his slacks. You unconsciously began to move your feet towards him, before you kneeled down and removed his hand. But before you could help him, he slapped your hand away. Confused you pulled back and looked up at him. 

“Only good bitches get their Alpha’s cock. And you haven’t been a very good girl,” Jimin growled leaning forward and standing up. You pouted, looking up at him through your lashes. Jimin brought his hand to his shirt and unbuttoned the first few before he gestured you to stand up. Quickly you bunched up the material and stood up and as Jimin took you by the hand and led you through the hall and to the bedroom. His hand pulled the light switch up to a dim setting, once he was satisfied he turned to you. 

“Go stand in front of the bed.” Jimin commanded releasing your hand, and walking into the closet. You nodded and walked to stand in front of the bed waiting. After a few seconds Jimin emerged from the closet, shirtless with three ties and a box which he set on the nightstand. 

Your eyes burned into his form, as you eyed his taut and defined chest. His slacks were unbuttoned to reveal the top of his briefs. You ran your tongue across your lips imagining yourself sucking bruises into his v-line and abs. His biceps bulged as he popped his neck before looking back at you. 

“See something you like little one?” Jimin smirked folding his arms over his bare chest. 

“Nope,” you said shrugging. Jimin walked over to you, taking your face in his hands and gently turned you to look at him. 

“Then why were you staring hmm?” Jimin muttered looking down at your parted lips. You didn’t answer, so he released your chin before moving behind you. He moved your hair to one side, and placed a soft kiss on your neck. 

“Are you ready for you punishment?” Jimin asked. You rolled your eyes, thankful he couldn’t see you. 

“Not like I have a choice,” you muttered. Jimin’s grip on your body tightened. 

“What was that?” Jimin sharply asked. 

“Yes Alpha,” you said lowering your head. Jimin hummed, content with your answer. He skimmed his hands across your bare back before he reached the zipper of your dress. You sucked a breath in as he flicked it between his fingers. 

“As much as I would like to rip this off you, Seokjin would kill me.” Jimin spoke, light teasing in his voice. You breathed out a laugh as Jimin slowly, painfully pulled the zipper down until the gown pooled at your feet. You sucked in a breath as you heard Jimin groan behind you. You weren’t wearing a bra, and immediately you felt the air make your nipples pucker. You dug your nails in your hands, as Jimin lightly ran a palm down your body till he reached your white lace underwear, with a baby blue trim. Your immediate reaction was to cover your chest, due to your chest not being as big as a normal adult woman. But your bottom was perky and rounded for your size. 

You kept your eyes forward as Jimin ran his hand in front of you, up your stomach and in between the valley of your breasts. Until he came up to your neck, he leaned your head back to rest on his chest. 

“You are absolutely beautiful, __.” you felt a smile come across your face as Jimin kissed your shoulder. You two stood there for a moment, in the silence before Jimin leaned down and patted your thigh so you could step out of the dress. Taking the gown, he threw it somewhere in the room before he turned you around to look at him. Sincerity pooled into his eyes, as he cupped your cheek. 

“Tell me to stop if it gets too much, yeah?” he spoke. You nodded, running your hands up his chest. 

“I trust you Jimin.” you muttered. He nodded, before his eyes turned carnal again in a split second. He turned you around, and pushed you face flat on the bed. You body bounced for a second before Jimin moved behind you. He ran a hand down the swell of your ass before, fingering the lace of your panties. He then ripped your underwear right down the middle, and immediately cold air drifted on your sopping cunt. Jimin’s growl shook your body, as he inhaled your scent. 

“God, __ your practically dripping on the bed. All soaking and wet for me. I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight hole.” Jimin groaned, before gently prodding your center with his finger. You felt your face heat up as you hid your face in the bed sheets. 

Jimin runs his hand down the swell of your ass, admiring how the flesh bounces. There is a moment of silence before his hand comes down, smacking your ass with such force the bed shifts. You whine like a dog that’s been kicked, as Jimin’s hand soothes the flesh with the coolness of his rings. You don’t have time to recover because he spanks you, again and again and again. 

You can feel your thighs become slick with your arousal, as Jimin assaults your ass. 

“This,” smack “Ass,” smack “Is,” smack “Mine and only mine.” Jimin snarled, digging his nails into your ass. 

You cried arching your back as Jimin smacked your ass a few more times before he flipped you over. You squeaked as he grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you down the bed. Your ass burned at the sudden movement but it was quickly forgotten as Jimin brought his ample lips around your nipple. You arch your back as he licked your areola, swirling its around the bud. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, as he finally brought the bud in his mouth. 

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as Jimin flicked his thumb across the other nub, swirling his thumb slowly. 

“You like that baby? Hmm,” Jimin asked, sucking at the skin of your breast. When you didn’t answer, he pinched your breast hard. 

“Ah-! Y-yes Alpha, I love when you play with my tits.” you mewled, arching so high you thought you would snap. Satisfied with your answer, Jimin continued his assault, and you began to feel your core tighten. 

“More, please, more!” you moaned. Jimin, leaned back bringing both his thumbs to your nipples and simultaneously rubbed them back and forth. You felt your pussy began to tighten, and you were about to-!

Jimin then pulled away, and got off the bed. You laid there, arousal still pooling from you untouched cunt. 

“Jimin, what the fuck?” you cried, sitting up from the bed. Your chest was still buzzing, as you watched him grab the ties and box he set on the nightstand earlier. 

“You don’t get to cum until I say,” Jimin said rounding the bed, to kneel in front of you. You looked up at him as he wiggled a box in front of you. “I have something for you,” he said, a wicked smile on his face. 

You watched as he opened the small box, to pull out a jet black bullet vibrator. Your lips parted as you saw him, pull out the toy then carelessly toss the box on the floor. 

“Lay back for me baby.” Jimin said softly. Your body automatically followed his words as you laid down on the bed for him. Jimin smiled, pressing a kiss to your naval. You looked up at the ceiling, but your view was soon obscured by something being placed over your eyes. 

“Jimin-,” he hushed you, gently tying the tie behind your head. He kissed the corner of your mouth as he proceeded to tie your arms to the bed frame. You held a breath, as you lay there silently. You are about to call Jimin’s name when you feel something wet and cold on your cunt. 

“F-fuck, Jimin,” you thrust your hips up as Jimin holds your hips securely in his hands. The noises are obscene, as Jimin wastes no time wiggling his tongue into your tight hole, thrusting it in and out. 

“You taste absolutely divine, baby. God I could eat your little cunt for days,” Jimin groans pressing a kiss to your thighs. He drags his tongue across your cunt, gathering your arousal on his tongue. 

“I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight pussy. Would you like that? Me fucking your tight little hole,” Jimin cooed, blowing on your pussy. You only responded with a whine. 

“Answer me bitch,” Jimin said, slapping his hand on your exposed cunt. You squealed, pushing your hips up. 

“Yes! I only want your c-cock Alpha,” you panted, arching your body. Jimin hummed, rubbing a finger around your throbbing center, avoiding your clit. 

“Please, touch me.” you whined, pulling at the restraints trying to move. Jimin slowed his finger around your entrance, before pulling back. You groaned kicking your feet against  the bed, thrusting your hips up. Tears of frustration began to build up as Jimin kept edging you until your body was warm, a sheen of sweat coating your body. Before you could tell Jimin to stop being an asshole and touch you, he pressed his mouth against your pussy once more and pulled your clit into his mouth and sucked, hard. A loud scream came from your body, as you felt Jimin hold your hips down with his hands while he sucked your nub into his mouth. 

Jimin groaned against your core, causing vibrations to pulse your whole body. Your mouth was open in pleasure, tiny mewls escaping your mouth as Jimin licked a stripe up your center. 

Jimin pulled back, taking his thumbs and pulling apart your center and watched your arousal trickle from your hole. Leaning forward, he circled you before shoving his tongue up and sucking. 

“Alpha please-!” your whines were cut short when you felt the coil tighten once more, a warm feeling ignited your whole center. You were practicing sobbing, body limp as Jimin devoured your center. Jimin, pulled back again and you wanted to call it quits when he suddenly shoved two of his thick fingers up your center. You were short of breath for a second, when he began to scissor the digits back and forth slowly. Until he pulled them out, then harshly shoved them back in and roughly thrusted them in and out of your core. 

“Nghh- Jimin, please please, let me cum please.” you cried pulling against the ties. Jimin was silent as he finger fucked you into submission. You were trying to hold your orgasm, as Jimin slowed his fingers and slowly pushed them out of your center. 

“Cum, __, cum for your Alpha.” Jimin growled, pushing his fingers into with speed and hitting the spot inside you. You held it together for a few seconds, until his fingers reached the spongy spot inside your center. Your body convulsed against the sheets, as you felt the coil snap and your orgasm washed over you. Arousal seeped from your abused cunt as Jimin slowed the pace of his fingers, rubbing circles into your hips. 

“There you go little one, cum all over my fingers.” Jimin cooed leaning forward. You breathed in, as felt your release trickle down your ass. You shifted your thighs closed when Jimin removed his fingers. Laying there for a moment to catch your breath, you felt Jimin get off the bed. He returned a moment later with a warm cloth to wipe your body down. You sighed as the cool cloth rubbed along your swollen pussy and along your thighs. Jimin tossed the cloth somewhere on the floor before moving up the bed to remove the tie from your eyes. He peppered soft pecks along your jaw and up your cheek then finally placed one on your lips. Pressing your lips against his softly he pulled back, softly taking your bottom lip between his teeth and then pulled back and pressed his mouth to yours again. You whined when he pulled back, but he finally took the tie off and you opened your eyes blinking at the dim lighting. 

Jimin’s face came into view as he looked down and smiled at you, running a finger down your face to your bottom lip, tapping it softly. His hair was matted a bit with sweat, a light sheen coated his clavicles. Biting the pad of his finger, you squealed when he slapped your cunt lightly.

Moving up the bed again, Jimin proceeded to untie the ties. Pressing a soft kiss to the sore skin, he rubbed the sore skin before proceeding to take both of your hands together and tying them above your head. Leaning back down, Jimin pecked a kiss on your eyelids and your nose then leaned over your body to grab something. 

“I will make you a deal little one. If you can make it through your punishment, my cock is yours.” Jimin said teasing your nipple with his finger. You furrowed your brows, and tilted your head against the pillow as he lazily flicked your nipple.

“B-but I thought my punishment was over,” you whined when he pinched your nipple. Jimin chuckled sinisterly, as he got off your body. You looked up at him, he was still shirtless but at some point he took his slacks off and was only wearing tight white boxer briefs. You felt yourself drool a little as you eyed his large package. Despite Jimin’s lithe stature, his build was very lean and defined. Your mouth watered as you eyed his defined thighs, the muscles bulging in all the right places as he flexed. A light trail of hair went down from his belly button into his briefs. Jimin’s hand began to move up his body slowly, up to his bulging erection. You panted as he snapped the band of his boxers against his toned hips, teasingly. You swear your eyes were about to fall out of your head as he pulled down the band of his Armani briefs. The mushroom head of his cock was shown, as his veiny hand gripped himself. You looked back up to his face, his plush lip was drawn between his teeth as he looked down at you. 

“I would show you more, if you will be a good bitch and don’t question when your punishment is done or not.” Jimin snarled, pulling his briefs back up and opening his other palm to reveal the bullet vibrator he showed you earlier. You almost forget about that, and you wished that he did as well. You hated the fact that you felt cum begin to seep out of your center, and that Jimin immediately sensed it. He inhaled heavily, tilting his head back, mouth parted. You got a glimpse of his canines as his mouth parted, which only made you gush for him more. 

“I will take my punishment like a good bitch, because I am a dirty whore for your cock and will do anything for it.” The words spilled from your mouth smoothly, as you wiggled your hips upward to indicate your willingness. Jimin breathed in heavily through his nose as he looked down at you, willingly offering your body to him.

Jimin didn’t say anything, as he knelt down between your parted legs. Spreading your lips apart with his thumbs he breathed in your scent, bringing his nose close to your cunt. You took in short breaths as you felt him slide something hard and defined into your hole.

“Breath for me baby girl,” Jimin muttered, sliding the toy into you slowly, tantalizing. You bit your lip between your teeth as he finally shoved the toy inside you. Leaning back, Jimin got off the bed to watch your sweaty, naked body heave. 

“How does that feel?” Jimin asked, beginning to remove his briefs. You sucked in a breath, looking upwards. 

“I feel really-!” your sentence was cut short when the toy inside you began to vibrate. “Oh fuckk, Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, please, please.” You words were garbled to the point you didn’t even know what you were begging for. The setting was on a low buzz, but you knew damn well Jimin had a remote. The vibration was enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to make you cum. You felt a weight press on the bed and Jimin was once again over you. He smirked down at you, wiggling the remote in his hands. You were about to swear at him, until he pressed a button and the speed went up so much, you had to shut your thighs. 

“Nope, legs open baby.” Jimin said, scooting off you and slapping the skin of your thigh. You groaned, and opened your shaky thighs. You leaned back and inhaled a deep breath, trying to keep your thighs from shaking so much. Jimin was on his knees away from you, staring at your body. He wanted nothing more than to shove his aching cock into your soaked cunt, filling you up with his cum. The wolf in him was threatening to take over, as tiny mewls came from your mouth. Jimin watched as sweat matted your hair onto your forehead, as your back arched off the bed. Your arousal dripped onto the bed, making it damp beneath you. Forgetting that the vibrator was on a high setting, your whines turned into pain gasps.

“Jimin, shit. It hurts.” you spoke softly, tears began to well in your eyes. Bringing himself out of his lust dazed state, he quickly pressed the button to lower to intensity of the toy. Your cunt throbbed in pain, stinging as you clenched around the toy. You wanted to whine and close your legs, but you knew the longer you complained the longer Jimin would hold your release back. 

“You are being so obedient little one, maybe you deserve a reward,” Jimin said shifting his body over yours to straddle you. You wiggled your arms above you, pulling at the tie a bit so you could get some slack and sit up. Straining your neck a bit instead, you looked at Jimin who was now naked. Your eyes widened as you took in his hard cock that dangled below your navel. It was long and thick and you wanted nothing more than to suck on the bulbous tip that was coated with precum. A vein ran down from the flared tip of his head, under the shaft, reaching his heavy sack. You held a breath as Jimin’s veiny hand grabbed his length, and released it to slap against his taut abdomen. Jimin smirked down at you, winking as he grabbed his cock again. Jerking it a few times, he kept eye contact with you as he brought his fat tip down to your pulsing cunt. You took in a shaky breath as he dragged half his length up your swollen pussy. 

Blinding hot pleasure seeped behind your eyes, as he dragged his thick cock across your wet folds. You moaned, with the combined pressure of his dick and the vibrator plugging you. His tip nudged your clit repeatedly, bringing you closer to your downfall. 

“You like that? Hmm, me dragging my fat cock against your folds. Do you like your alpha taking care of your pussy, making you cream his cock?” Jimin groaned, placing his arm beside your head, as he watched his cock slick itself through your arousal. He gritted his teeth as you moved your hips upwards, trying to create more friction. Jimin brought his face close to yours, placing his mouth on yours and breathing against your mouth. 

“Cum for me, cum for your alpha and cream his cock like a good little bitch.” Jimin growled against your mouth. You stretched your neck back submissively to Jimin, as he breathed in your scent. The coil that held you together snapped as you once again, orgasmed. You throbbed around the toy that pulsed inside you, clenching your walls tightly

“Oh fuck, baby! You’re squirting all over my c-cock, fuck. That’s right, wet my cock with your juices.” Jimin was euphoric as he rutted his hard cock against you, hitting his tip against your clit as his cock was soaked by your wetness. 

“Fuck, fuck Jimin.” Your body convulsed a bit as you came down from your high. Mouth hung ajar a bit as you made eye contact with Jimin as he rested his forehead against you. Jimin looked down at you, jaw slacked as he pulled away from you. Jimin leaned down between your legs, gently pushing your lips apart he pulled the toy from your battered pussy. Your pussy clenched as the toy was gone from your pussy.

“Shit, your pussy is drenched that its sucking the toy back in.” Jimin breathed a laugh as he pulled back from you. Exhaling a bit, a smile graced your features for the first time all night. Jimin crawled up your body, and skimmed his fingers up your body to your wrists and untied the restraint. You sighed in content as Jimin’s thumbs massaged the sore skin. 

“I’m sorry little one, your wrists will probably be bruised,” Jimin muttered next to you, placing soft kisses on the skin. You hummed, flipping your body on your stomach causing him to release your wrists. You laid your head on his thighs, as he leaned back on his hands. His cock was still hard and laid against his stomach. Jimin brought a hand up to your hair, running his fingers gently through the knots. You leaned into his touch, as he scratched your scalp lightly. You kept eye contact with him, as you sat up on your knees and crawled to him and pushing his body to lay down on the bed.

“Let me take care of you Alpha.” you spoke softly, running your finger down his jaw. Jimin’s plush lips fell into a lazy drawl as he leaned his head back into his hands. You took a deep breath, scratching your hand down his defined stomach. You leaned forward and began to kiss the muscles down toward his throbbing cock that laid above his belly button. Running your finger on his tip, you heard Jimin suck in a breath as you smeared precum across his fat tip. 

“Don’t tease me baby, you won’t like the outcome.” Jimin groaned, flexing his tense thighs. You looked up at him through your lashes, and smiled before taking his tip into your mouth. Jimin muttered a low ‘fuck’ under his breath, as you placed your hands on his muscled thighs. You swirl your tongue around his tip, tasting the tart taste of his cum. The skin of his tip is smooth and your tongue easily glided across the hot skin. Not wanting to tease him anymore, you took a deep breath and took his length into your mouth. You felt Jimin’s abdomen tighten, as you bobbed your head slowly down his cock. Taking a deep breath you went down a few more inches, holding back the tears that began to well in your eyes.

“F-fuck, that’s it sweetheart. C-choke on my cock like a good little bitch.” Jimin groaned, gripping the sheets tightly. You hummed as you gently suckled on the length, taking his heavy balls in your hand, fondling them. Taking a deep breath you decided to take his full length in his mouth slowly. Your nose came in contact with the neat tuft of hair at his navel. You were about to pull up from his dick, when a gentle hand gripped your hair pulling you up. Bringing your eyes up to meet Jimin’s, you felt drool pool on your bottom lip. You looked into Jimin’s eyes, and saw the pure carnal lust in his eyes. His chest was heaving, as he held you by the hair to look at him. 

“On your back, legs spread, now.” Jimin spoke darkly, releasing your hair. Confused you tilted your head. Even though you never had sex with a werewolf, you knew their kind preferred their bitches to be on all fours. Jimin saw the confusion in your eyes, chuckling darkly he leaned forward until you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. 

“I want you to look me in the eye when I fuck your cunt full of my cum. So next time Jeon comes around he will smell your sopping pussy full of my knot.” You felt a heat stir in your core, as he pushed you gently to lay down. You kept eye contact with him the entire time, as he guided your body to lay down. Taking your legs, he spread them apart so he could situate himself between your legs. Jimin thought you looked like an angel, hair splayed against the pillows and your hands held above your head. Looking him in the eye with a warmth that you only held for him.

You took a breath as you felt Jimin’s tip prod at your center, finally. He slid his palms up your thighs, gripping them as he began to slowly slide his cock into you. You clenched around the first inch that went in, causing Jimin to curse lowly and slap your thigh.

“S-stop clenching.” He gritted out. You groaned trying to forget the burn of his thick cock sliding into you. 

“T-then f-fucking slam your fat cock into me and fuck me like you mean-!” your sentence was cut short when Jimin slammed his dick into your wet canal. He thrusted so hard that your body shifted up the bed a bit. You clenched your eyes shut as you clenched uncontrollably around Jimin’s cock that was sheathed inside you. He shifted his hips a bit. Until his tip was touching the cervix inside your womb.

“For being a naught girl and clenching when I told you not to, you are going to lay here until you stop clenching.” Jimin grunted, tightening his hold on your hips. You whined, pushing your hips into his, but Jimin was having none of it keeping a vice grip on your hips. You laid on the bed, trying to control the clenching that was happening. You felt so full, you wanted him to ruin you with his cock until you couldn’t speak. Sweat coated both of your bare bodies, as the minutes passed. Jimin breathed in quietly, watching your every move. Jimin began to pull back all the way, you whined at the loss inside your pussy until Jimin thrusted inside your wet hole. 

“God, you are so tight, your pussy is my c-cock. Would you let Jungkook fuck you like this? Hmm, would you let him see me fuck my fat cock into your tight hole?” Jimin said thrusting his hips at a rapid pace. The only thing heard in the room, was Jimin’s hips pounding into your pelvis. His heavy ball sack slapped against your ass with each thrust. Your mouth hung open as he pulled back slowly, and began to fuck you at a sensual pace. 

“You feel that little one? You feel my tip in your womb, that’s where my cum will be. My load will stick to your walls for days, so that everyone will smell me on you, knowing you are mine.” Jimin snarled, digging his nails into your hips. Your tits bounced with every bounce of his hips, the pressure making your stomach flip.

“J-Jimin, I feel so f-full,” you were practically blubbering over your words as he assaulted your pussy with his rigid cock. “Please, fuck me full of your cum until it’s dripping out of me.” you whined as he picked up the pace, rolling his hips hard against you. 

“Mark me,” you said, no tremor in your voice. Jimin’s hips stuttered, against you slowing down that he almost stopped. Jimin looked down at you, a look of desire seeping into his features. You smiled up at him, bringing your hands up to touch his face you looked up at him.

“I love you Park Jimin, a-and I know you may not feel the same way but-,” your rambling was cut off,  when Jimin leaned down and kissed you. It was short, and chaste. Your eyes welled up as you slotted your mouth against his plump lips. He pulled back, looking down at you. His face pulled into a smile, his teeth poking out making his eyes crinkle into crescents. 

“I love you too __. So much.” Jimin said thrusting his hips, with each word. You were so close, for the third time you felt your core tighten. 

“Jimin, I-I’m so close, please,” you whined arching your neck back as Jimin picked up the pace. 

“I know little one, come on cum for me one more time. Soak my cock, come on sweetheart.” Jimin coaxed you rubbing circles into your hips. You felt your center heat up, an immense pressure building up. You felt your throat go raw, as you wailed Jimin’s name. You felt your arousal soak your thighs, as you clenched around Jimin’s length. 

“You love squirting on my cock and soaking me don’t you. Fuck. Soak my cock as I thrust into your tight hole.” Jimin growled as he rode you through your orgasm, moving his hips slowly. Jimin soon came to his high as well, as he began to slow his thrusts a bit and releasing his thick spurts of semen inside your womb. You shiver, as his cum fills your hole, mixing with your arousal. You watch where Jimin’s cock is connected to your body, his cock pulsing as he released inside you. Your eyes widen as your lower stomach bulges, as Jimin’s cum spurts inside you. You feel his semen rope your cervix, the cum eventually begins to drip down your legs where you and him are connected.

As if his huge cock that is still inside you isn’t enough, you feel the base of his length begin to swell to an immense girth. Tears began to well in your eyes, as Jimin began to knot you. Jimin groans, as he still releases inside you. His knot plugs Jimin’s release inside you, as he continues to cum. His thrusting is more like circling his hips around your entrance, movements limited due to his knot. 

“Jimin,” you whimper, “It hurts,” you cry. Leaning down, Jimin presses soft kisses along your neck. You shiver when he presses a kiss in the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. Before you could even register what was happening, Jimin sunk his canines into the flesh, sealing the mating bond. Tears fell out of your eyes, as he held himself there, and iron grip on your hips. Eventually he pulls back, licking the puncture mark to heal the wound. Jimin’s knot soon decreases and his girth goes back to his normal size. Sighing, you blink away unshed tears, as Jimin rubs soothing circles into your stomach. Holding his hands out to you, you take them and he pulls you up. Keeping your bodies connected, you wrap your legs around his waist as he sits down on the edge of the bed, cock still inside you. Your body is wracked of exhaustion, as you lay your forehead on his chest, his fingers stroke your back gently. You two sit in silence for a moment, not even caring that your releases are beginning to get cool and sticky.

“I’m sorry __. For everything with Cho and not answering the phone when you needed me,” Jimin stumbled over his words, not use to apologizing. You hum against his chest, enjoying his fingers massaging your sore muscles. 

“S’okay, you dicked me down better than her probably, and you made me squirt. So I forgive you.” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his sweaty chest. Jimin laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you sure you want me? As a mate, y’know you can do better. Not be with a weak human like me.” You said picking a the bracelet he gave you.

“Little one, I don’t want anyone else, and I don’t think I can handle you being with anyone else. You were made for me, and I was made for you. Fate doesn’t make mistakes,” Jimin spoke softly, smoothing your hair down. 

“Mmm okay, just feed me and water me, and maybe stick your fat cock in me once in awhile and love me. And I should be fine,” you mumbled, exhaustion prominent in your voice.

“Well considering the fact that my dick is still inside you and hard right now, I’d say we are going to be fine.” Jimin said thrusting up a bit, making you grunt and punch him in the chest. 

“Oh great, don’t you have something called a heat too?” you asked peering up at him. Jimin nodded and leaned back on his hands.

“Yeah, basically I will want to fuck you every second of every day.” Jimin said with a shrug, your eyes widened.

“I don’t think I can take your knot every time,” you whined wiggling your hips. Jimin groaned, tilting his head back. 

“Keep doing that, and I’ll make you ride me,” Jimin growled, gripping your hips. You hummed, beginning to move your hips slowly.

“Mmm, if I ride you, you have to play Minecraft with me when I ask,” you said dragging a finger up his chest. Jimin glared at you, but it quickly turned into his jaw clenching to hold back a groan. He gripped your hips tight enough to bruise.

“You’re such a fuckin nerd,” he snorted. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his nose. 

“Yeah, but you love me,” you grinned, swiveling your hips. Jimin laughed, holding you down.

“Yeah, I do.” he said sincerely, before fucking his cum back into you with you bouncing on him as if your life depended on it. Well in this case, minecraft.

↠↠↠↠↠↠↠↠↠ Hello friends.

I am just going to say, I started working on this fic sunday and worked on it for three hours a day until it was done, its 3:48am, and I leave for Mexico at 11AM. ANd I HAVE BARELY PACKED HAHA. But I will power nap for 4 hours, and then pack hehe. Anyway, i hope you all enjoy werewolf!Jimin hehe, i worked rlly hard on it so pls leave me an ask or something :(( anyway, i love you all have an amazing day. oh also huge thanks to @gold-gguk for motivating me to finish this hehe, go check her out honey buns  <333

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@urianius

“uhhhhhhhh general, i’m gonna need transport.” ‘come again?’ 

kihyun’s not sure if it’s static interference because he’s deep, deep in the fire nation stronghold or if it’s simply the fact that the general usually never has to repeat herself that she sounds scandalized by his words. this particular mission has been fast-paced, the general’s always meticulous in her planning - accounting for any and all possible outcomes that there’s no time for delays. it always operates exactly how she wants to the point where she knows when she’s going to receive a call and why. 

kihyun’s tired.

because missions like this require him at full capacity and there’s no pride in being her trump card when he’s being worked to the bone. it’s good for the tales that spread about him when he’s done but in the moment, it’s quite tiring. he’s barely had time to catch his breath if it wasn’t spent checking his shoulder for enemies and trying to catch all the cues fed through the earphone and remember the outline of this enormous prison. 

the prison at crimson valley has been a topic of discussion since the first leak of rumors about a fire nation weapon being housed here. why they would decide to hold a weapon at a maximum clearance prison has been the talk of the council for months now, just as talks of what kinds of criminals are held here. the prison is located deep underground, breaching land that was once home to an older, ancient fire nation tribe, located in the remains of a volcano. the land is all cracked rock and ash, hard to breathe and even harder to enter. the insides of the prison lined with reinforced steel and humidity that only fire-benders can claim to withstand.

besides the intense temperatures and the immense pressure, no one dares enter the fortress. who wants to come face to face with a weapon built for fire nation traitors? 

at least that’s what the rumors entail.

a weapon that wipes out everything in it’s path in a flash. a weapon that no one gets to recall seeing, those who have seen it have gone mad with the grief from the carnage in ti’s wrath. all they remember is soldiers, masses of soldiers before the light. they can only assume all witnesses either dead or captured. the weapon is indiscriminate and for that reason the general has adopted the task of seeking it out.

kihyun’s spent far too much time traversing from prison to prison, dealing with tales of the weapon while undercover but everything is sealed tight, kept under the tight watch of the squadron stationed at crimson peak. that’s why rather than this being a silent infiltration he’s had to not only break in but maintain stealth while searching for whatever the hell this weapon is.

he wasn’t expecting much of the weapons and his orders were to grab blueprints if destroying seemed impossible so that they could manufacture a counter to it. so here he is, sneaking past corridors after taking out yet another guard who outright laughed in his face when he mentioned looking for the weapon. truthfully he expected the weapon in a more fortified area but the trail had lead him to a lower level than the prison and a cell not heavily guarded aside from reinforced doors and a few bars.

what he doesn’t expect to find are two people inside the cell. a woman, sitting demurely on her knees, hands fastened in her lap and toying with what appears to be cloth? bandages. she regards him first and kihyun’s eyes go to the mass that’s in the furthest corner, a mass covered in bandages, some old some new, some fraying and some doubled up on. it’s a person. the bulkiness around the arms leads him to believe it’s a boy.

“didn’t expect any prisoners down here...” it’s the only area he didn’t check though aside from the main quarters. kihyun’s speaking more so to himself than the prisoners and the look the woman gives him is unwavering, even as her hands move almost methodically to untangle and knit up the bandages.

‘his wounds just closed, he needs rest.’ he doesn’t expect the voice that leaves her to be so - authoritative. especially because when she says it her eyes aren’t on him anymore but kihyun can feel them, can hear that the words aren’t for negotiation. it confirms the suspicion that the figure in the corner is a boy - and that he might be a little more than beat up, if the bloodied bandages are anything to go by. 

“i’ve come for the weapon.” ‘as i said - he needs rest.’

so, for the moment, kihyun considers taking the transmitters from his ears because maybe - maybe that’s why he’s confused as to what’s going on right now. maybe the general’s orders filtering in and out through channels is scrambling him more than he thought - maybe the pressure in the prison is finally getting to him but he replays her words, taking note that the only ‘he’ the woman could be referring to is the crumpled mess on the floor.

“you can’t be referring to ---?” ‘i’m guessing you’re new here.’

she can’t be referring to the mess of a person that hasn’t moved since he’s made himself known, not even to address that they’re most definitely talking about it - him. the way the figure sits in their bandages they almost look like a mass of laundry thrown about, not even the slightest hint of movement to indicate breathing.

“that’s the weapon?” ‘so you are.’

the weapon is a human?

it’s not unheard of. it’s not surprising really. in the early times of conflict benders were considered a form of warfare that much is true, but kihyun had no idea they were still considered the sort. he’s not so much surprised that the weapon is a human that he’s surprised that one - this woman looks so calm with it - with him. and two, that the weapon looks more like it’s had a few weapons used on it. on him. he’s begun correcting himself only because of the sheer annoyance that was building up in the woman.

a flash of lightning. entire villages wiped out. bodies charred beyond recognition, a firepower stronger than blue flames. a light so bright and so fast that those who have seen it can only remember the sounds. the screaming. the smells. 

this is that weapon?

“he looks pretty pathetic for a horror story.” kihyun’s taken to relaxing. like they have all the time in the world. like there isn’t a time that the guards should be coming down to do rounds. like no one has found some of their guards knocked out by now. he’s taken to leaning against the walls, his grin coming to match the glare the woman fixes him with. “and what are you supposed to be? his nanny?”

she’s stopped knitting, and kihyun can tell that right now she wants to shove the tool through his skull. 

that’s fun.

‘if you're only here to see a legend, then i suggest you leave.’ “on the contrary, i’ve become the rescue team, so maybe you should thank me.”

he’s counting, the details of the general’s plan meticulously replaying in his head. she’d accounted for mistakes, even mistakes that kihyun could make. she didn’t account for this, she couldn’t have?

he’s got maybe five more minutes to haul them both out this cell and above ground. judging by their state, kihyun’s going to carry this mess of a boy and hope the girl’s got strength in her to run and keep up. if not he’s lugging both of them, and if she resists he’ll have to knock her out and carry both ---

‘what’s taking so long lieutenant.’ ouch, she only uses his title when he’s not performing up to standard. his check in’s should be three minutes apart.

“i need transport.” the static of his transmitter through the emptiness of the cell almost seems to disturb the bubble they were in before he arrived. 

‘it didn’t reach you yet?’

what.

whether it’s audible or not is unimportant because in that second there’s rumbling and then he’s operating on instinct, jumping to move the woman from the blast zone.

there’s an explosion from the roof and rubble piles underneath the hole made in the ceiling of their cell, frayed and distorted metal and the hiss of some powerful ass fire that’s melted all the way through. 

all the way. when kihyun manages to peek up - after avoiding all the glares from this woman like he didn’t just save her from being vaporized. he sees the hole through all the reinforced cells and the outside of the prison - the transport being their actual ship hovering over the hole. the entrance to the ship marked by two figures, one waving obnoxiously down to kihyun.

‘HEY LOSER NEED A RIDE!!’

fuck. it’s the general’s little brother. her trigger happy little brother and his best friend. of course it is. only he would wave around a top-grade weapon like that without a care. 

“you almost vaporized me dipshit.” ‘but i didn’t - we’re sending the gurney down and the ladder.’

the gurney?

“wait how’d you--” ‘i don’t have all day lieutenant.’

ouch. he hurries up after that. the gurney lowers down, all the other prisoners taken out by bouts of gas spewed from holes in the steel. the general’s really thought of everything.

“alright we’re getting out of here.”

he hasn’t taken the time to inspect the prisoners here. he didn’t even notice the woman had moved and was shielding the boy - the weapon - from him.

“um - did you hear me?” ‘you’re not touching him.’ “i’m rescuing you both, did you miss that part?” ‘i won’t let you guys use him.’ "we’re the best bet he has.”

kihyun’s never too good at this part. he can do it when it’s insincere, when he’s tricking other soldiers undercover, play comrade as long as it benefits him. but he’s not good at this. he knows the truth of the general’s plans and that’s why it frustrates him to have to prove it, he knows what they do to people here and now he’s got a good idea fo what they’ve been doing to that boy. he’s not about to make this woman believe him in five seconds and he doesn’t want to.

he’s tired, he’d rather hop on the ladder and leave him. she looks like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

“listen - when this dust settles and the smoke clears they’re going to send him right back out - after us no doubt. you said he’s not healed well he won’t get any after that. we’re not here to use him do you see the firepower we have? if i needed only him you would’ve been dead by now. either you come by choice or by force and i’ve been using force all day i’m tired.”

‘lieutenant what’s taking so long?’

he’s not good at this that’s what.

‘you touch me and he’ll incinerate you.’

it’s not an empty threat either. for all the exhaustion kihyun hasn’t been paying much attention to the very person he’s been referring to. the same person that’s less like a hunched over mess and a figure now standing, supported by her, body prickling with bits of electricity.

fucking great.

‘yo what’s taking so long?’

minjae’s voice comes into view, the same bandaged boy turns his gaze in that direction eyes yellow and sparking. kihyun would very much like for the general’s brother to not get injured so he fires the projectile he’d been fidgeting with, moves as fast as he’s been trained and they’re out. with the same woman thrashing in his arms as he holds to the steel ladder and minjae strapping the now unconscious boy to the gurney as they fly out the hole and towards the ship.

‘no way the weapon is a boy!!’ hyuck’s greeting them as they land in the entrance. the same woman is glaring daggers as she runs to the gurney.

‘you sure have a way with the ladies don’t you.’

he’s fucking tired.

╰    ♡    *    SENTENCE  STARTERS    ─     HEATHERS    !

feel  free  to  change  pronouns  if  /  where  needed  .    trigger  warnings  for  some  nsfw  stuff  ,  death  ,  suicide  ,  etc  .

‘  (   name  )  told me she teaches people real life  .  ’ ‘  real life sucks losers dry  .  ’ ‘  if you want to fuck with the eagles  ,  you have to learn to fly  .  ’ ‘  so you teach people how to spread their wings  &  fly  ?  ’ ‘  you’re beautiful  .  ’ ‘  what is your damage  ?  ’ ‘  i need you to forge a hot  &  horny  ,  but realistically low key note  .  ’ ‘  you don’t have anything for her either  .  ’ ‘  come on  ,  it’ll be very  .  ’ ‘  the note’ll give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks  .  ’ ‘  i’ll think about it  .  ’ ‘  don’t think  .  ’ ‘  pilgrims  ,  indians  ,  tater - tots  .  it’s a real party continent  .  ’ ‘  i think i’d probably miss my own birthday for a date  .  ’ ‘  if you’re going to openly be a bitch  -  .  ’ ‘  why can’t we talk to different kinds of people  ?  ’ ‘  fuck me gently with a chainsaw  .  ’ ‘  do i look like mother theresa  ?  ’ ‘  does it not bother you that everyone in this school thinks that you’re a piranha  ?  ’ ‘  like i give a shit  .  ’ ‘  they all want me as a friend or a fuck  .  ’ ‘  i’d change my life  .  new clothes  ,  new haircut  ,  new house  ,  new home  .  ’ ‘  how sad  !  blowing all your cash on two days of trying to be hip  .  ’ ‘  that’s got to be the most spooky ass question i’ve ever heard  .  ’ ‘  this is the part i hate  :  the waiting  .  ’ ‘  i’d say we’re like twenty minutes from major humilation  .  ’ ‘  deep down all teenagers are the same  .  ’ ‘  didn’t you see the breakfast club  ?  ’ ‘  what do i get out of being friends with losers  ?  ’ ‘  i give them a piece of a winner  &  they stain me with loserness  .  ’

‘  i think we should use the money for an end - of - the - world - get - together  .  ’ ‘  we could invite guys  .  ’ ‘  i’d pay madonna one million dollars to ride my face like the kentucky derby  .  ’ ‘  she should be paying me  ,  though  .  ’ ‘  don’t tell me  .  crest would be stained with loserness  .  ’ ‘  a dime increases the time  !  a buck brings good luck  !  ’ ‘  i’m sorry  ?  what are you oozing about  ?  ’ ‘  that episode with the note back there was for all of us to enjoy  .  ’ ‘  you seem determined to ruin my day  .  ’ ‘  we made a girl want to consider suicide  .  what a scream  ,  what a jest  .  ’ ‘  come on you jerk  .  ’ ‘  you know you used to have a sense of humor  .  ’ ‘  a true friend’s work is never done  .  ’ ‘  color me nauseous  .  ’ ‘  geez  ,  don’t listen to them  .  ’ ‘  you know holden caulfield wouldn’t put up with their bogus nonsense  .  ’ ‘  god (name)  ,  drool much  ?  ’ ‘  greetings  &  salutations  .  ’ ‘  this may seem like a stupid question  .  ’ ‘  there are no stupid questions  .  ’ ‘  that’s the stupidest question i’ve ever heard  .  ’ ‘  let’s kick his ass  .  ’ ‘  too old for that crap  .  let’s give him a good scare though  .  ’ ‘  you going to eat this  ?  ’ ‘  what did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to sherwood  ,  ohio  ?  ’ ‘  it seems to have an open door policy for assholes though  ,  doesn’t it  ?  ’ ‘  what did you say dickweed  ?  ’ ‘  i’ll repeat myself  .  ’ ‘  god  ,  they won’t expell him  .  they’ll just suspend him for a week or something  .  ’ ‘  they should throw his ass in jail  .  ’ ‘  all (name) really did was ruin two pairs of pants  .  ’ ‘  can you bleach out urine stains  ?  ’ ‘  you seem pretty amused  .  ’ ‘  i thought you were giving up on high school guys  .  ’ ‘  never say never  .  ’ ‘  did you have a brain tumor for breakfast  ?  ’ ‘  anyway  ,  i can say never to high school  .  ’ ‘  no way  ,  no day  !  ’ ‘  give it up girl  !  ’ ‘  god  ,  that was unbelievable  .  ’ ‘  so tonights the night  .  ’ ‘  blow it tonight girl  &  it’s keggers with kids all next year  .  ’ ‘  so what was the first week of spring vacation withdrawal like  ?  ’ ‘  any contestants worth mentioning  ?  ’ ‘  there’s kind of a dark horse now in the running  .  ’ ‘  will somebody please tell me why i read this spy crap  .  ’ ‘  because you’re an idiot  .  ’ ‘  you going to pull a big gulp with that  ?  ’ ‘  if your nice i’ll let you buy me a slurpee  .  ’ ‘  you know your 7-11 speak pretty well  .  ’ ‘  there’s always a 7-11 any town  ,  any time  .  ’ ‘  the extreme always makes an impression  .  ’ ‘  did you say a cherry or coke slurpee  ?  ’ ‘  he seem to enjoy tearing things down more than putting things up  .  ’ ‘  must be rough moving place to place  .  ’ ‘  everybody’s life’s got static  .  ’ ‘  is your life perfect  ?  ’ ‘  it’s not perfect  .  ’ ‘  i don’t really like my friends  .  ’ ‘  i don’t really like your friends  .  ’ ‘  it’s like they’re just people i work with  &  our job is being popular  &  shit  .  ’ ‘  maybe it’s time for a vacation  .  ’ ‘  throw your coats on the bed  .  ’ ‘  that exam was so bogus  .  ’ ‘  did you girls bring your partying slippers  .  ’ ‘  she loves to party  .  ’ ‘  i want to kill  &  you have to believe it’s for more than selfish reasons  .  ’ ‘  you have to believe it’s for more than selfish reasons  ,  more than a spoke in my menstrual cycle  .  ’ ‘  you have to believe me  .  ’ ‘  so are you a cheerleader  ?  ’ ‘  it’s so great to be able to talk to a girl  &  not have to ask what’s your major  .  ’ ‘  so when you go to college  ,  what kind of subjects do you think you’ll study  ?  ’ ‘  let’s go back to the party  .  ’ ‘  you’re just so hot tonight  .  ’ ‘  i can’t control myself  .  ’ ‘  so what do you say we head up to my room  &  have a real party  .  ’ ‘  that pecker actually scored something on his own  ?  ’ ‘  (name)  ,  ever do cocaine  ?  ’ ‘  ever since phil collins did that anti - drug thing on mtv i refuse everything  .  ’ ‘  jeez  ,  right  ,  then why don’t i do drugs  ?  ’ ‘  hey  ,  don’t run away now  .  ’ ‘  seventeen is the last year mom buys the twinkies  .  ’ ‘  christ  ,  i can’t explain it  .  ’ ‘  i understand i must stop (name)  .  ’ ‘  how’s my little cheerleader  ?  ’ ‘  now i know everyone at your high school isn’t so uptight  .  ’ ‘  i don’t feel so great  .  ’ ‘  i have a little prepared speech i give when my suitor wants more than i’d like to give him  .  ’ ‘  save the speeches for malcom x  .  i just wanna get laid  .  ’ ‘  i just wanna get laid  .  ’ ‘  you don’t deserve my fucking speech  !  ’ ‘  (name) says you’re being a real cooze  .  ’ ‘  i feel awful  ,  like i’m going to throw up  .  ’ ‘  can we jam  ,  please  ?  ’ ‘  i sound like a psycho  .  ’ ‘  let me dream of a world without (name)  ,  a world where i’m free  .  ’ ‘  you stupid cunt  !  ’ ‘  you goddamn bitch  !  ’ ‘  you were nothing before you met me  !  ’ ‘  what’s my thanks  ?  ’ ‘  i get paid in puke  !  ’ ‘  lick it up  ,  baby  .  lick  .  it  .  up  .  ’ ‘  monday morning you’re history  .  ’ ‘  dreadful etiquette  .  i apologize  .  ’ ‘  i saw the croquet set - up in the back  .  up for a match  ?  ’ ‘  no wonder you looked so mangled when i came through the window  .  ’ ‘  i’ve always treated (name)’s teen queen power play as bullshit  .  ’ ‘  but i’m really scared  .  ’ ‘  who am i going to eat lunch with on monday  ?  ’ ‘  i sound like an after school special  .  ’ ‘  that was my first game of strip croquet  ,  you know  .  ’ ‘  it’s a lot more interesting than just flinging off your clothes  &  boning away on the neighbor’s swing set  .  ’ ‘  what a night  .  ’ ‘  what a life  .  ’ ‘  now blah - blah - blah is all i do  .  ’ ‘  i use my grand i.q. to figure out what gloss to wear  &  how to hit three keggers before curfew  .  some genius  .  ’ ‘  killing her won’t solve anything  .  ’ ‘  everybody would be cast fucking adrift  .  ’ ‘  i’ll pray for rain  .  ’ ‘  it was good for me too  ,  sparky  .  ’ ‘  just saying it’s not hard to end a life  .  ’ ‘  there’s a difference between the most popular girl in school  &  dead  .  ’ ‘  i guess i don’t know what the hell i’m talking about  .  ’ ‘  i know exactly what the hell you’re talking about  &  you’re right  ,  you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about  .  ’ ‘  i know exactly what the hell you’re talking about  .  ’ ‘  you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about  .  ’ ‘  let’s just grow up  ,  be adults  ,  &  die  .  ’ ‘  i’d like to see (name) puke her guts out  .  ’ ‘  let's just concoct ourselves a little hangover cure that'll induce her to spew red  ,  white  ,  &  blue  .  ’ ‘  what’s the upchuck factor on that  ?  ’ ‘  don’t be a dick  .  that stuff’ll kill her  .  ’ ‘  pull the plug on that shit  .  ’ ‘  she’d never drink anything that looks like that  .  ’ ‘  she won’t be able to tell what she’s drinking  .  ’ ‘  you’re not funny  .  ’ ‘  we both said a lot of things we didn’t mean last night  .  ’ ‘  how the hell’d you get in here  .  ’ ‘  i whipped this up  .  family recipe  .  ’ ‘  did you put a phlegm globber in it or something  ?  ’ ‘  i’m not drinking that piss  .  ’ ‘  i knew this stuff would be too intense  .  ’ ‘  intense  ?  grow up  .  ’ ‘  you think i’ll drink it just because you call me chicken  .  ’ ‘  just give me the cup  ,  jerk  .  ’ ‘  no shit  ,  sherlock  .  ’ ‘  i just killed my best friend  .  ’ ‘  what are we going to tell the cops  ?  ’ ‘  fuck it if she can’t take a joke  .  ’ ‘  stop kidding around  .  ’ ‘  i’m going to have to send my s.a.t. scores to san quentin instead of stanford  .  ’ ‘  i’m just a little freaked  ,  all right  ?  ’ ‘  you got what you wanted  ,  you know  .  ’ ‘  it’s one thing to want somebody out of your life  .  ’ ‘  it's one thing to want somebody out of your life  .  it's another thing to serve them a wake-up cup of liquid drainer  .  ’ ‘  we did a murder  .  ’ ‘  adolescence is a period of life fraught with anxiety  &  confusion  .  ’ ‘  people think just because you’re beautiful  &  popular  ,  life is easy  &  fun  .  ’ ‘  nobody understood i had feelings too  .  ’ ‘  i die knowing no one knew the real me  .  ’ ‘  that’s good  .  have you done this before  ?  ’ ‘  call me when the shuttle lands  .  ’ ‘  let’s talk emotions  .  ’ ‘  i realize now i wasn’t really boring  ,  she was just dissatisfied with her life  .  ’ ‘  (name) was cool  ,  but cruel  .  ’ ‘  the good looks  &  bad manners gave her power but it could not give her happiness  .  ’ ‘  it’s just so unfair  !  ’ ‘  you could actually be digesting food  .  ’ ‘  fuck it  .  ’ ‘  she always said you couldn’t accessorize for shit  .  ’ ‘  i thought she was your usual airhead bitch  .  guess i was wrong  .  ’ ‘  guess i was wrong  .  lot of us were  .  ’ ‘  what a waste  .  ’ ‘  oh the humanity  .  ’ ‘  do i deliver or do i deliver  ?  ’ ‘  hurry up  ,  we’re going to get caught  .  ’ ‘  does this have something to do with menstrual cramps  &  shit  ?  ’ ‘  that was seriously warped  .  ’ ‘  she hated you  !  you hated her  !  .  ’ ‘  what are you smiling at  ?  ’ ‘  goddamn .  will somebody please tell me why I smoke these damn things  ?  ’ ‘  this is a tragic thing  &  sometimes i have a hard time dealing with it  &  stuff  .  ’ ‘  why did you kill such hot snatch  .  ’ ‘  that’s a joke  ,  man  .  people are so serious  .  ’ ‘  hail mary who aren’t in heaven  ,  pray for us sinners  . . .  so we don’t get caught  .  ’ ‘  i just want my high school to be a nice place  .  ’ ‘  did that sound bitchy  ?  ’ ‘  that pudwapper just stepped on my foot  .  ’ ‘  i’m sure your friends are happy to hear that  .  ’ ‘  i hope it isn’t going to be one of those nights where they get shitfaced  &  take us to a pasture to tip cows  .  ’ ‘  oh shit  ,  cowtipping is the fucking greatest  .  ’ ‘  when i get that feeling i need sexual healing  .  ’ ‘  yeah  ,  right  ,  asshole  .  ’ ‘  what is this shit  ?  .  ’ ‘  seven high schools in seven states  &  the only thing different was my locker combination  .  ’ ‘  don’t smile like that  ,  jesus  !  ’ ‘  our love is god  .  let’s go get a slurpee  .  ’ ‘  let’s go get a slurpee  .  ’ ‘  this thing leaves a bad taste in my mouth  .  ’ ‘  i’m sorry  ?  i don’t get it  .  ’ ‘  don’t shut up  .  i’d like to know just what i did  .  ’ ‘  i guess my emotions took over  .  ’ ‘  we won’t be using blanks this time  .  ’ ‘  you can’t be serious  ?  ’ ‘  hey listen  ,  my bonnie  &  clyde days are over  .  ’ ‘  now prepare to be a little disappointed  .  ’ ‘  shut the fuck up  ,  all right  .  ’ ‘  lighten up  ,  dude  .  ’ ‘  in those woods is some of the finest pussy in the school  &  we don’t even have to buy it a hamburger  &  a diet coke  .  ’ ‘  so do we just start fucking  ?  ’ ‘  i was hoping you’d rip my clothes off me  ,  sport  .  ’ ‘  did you miss him completely  ?  ’ ‘  i always hear gunshots when i’m high before noon  .  ’ ‘  life’s a crazy bitch  .  ’ ‘  life’s a crazy bitch  ,  don’t try to analyze it  .  ’ ‘  you took the suggestion as an opportunity to play yet another round of let’s laugh at the hippie  .  ’ ‘  you believed it because you wanted to believe it  .  ’ ‘  your true feelings were too gross  &  icky for you to face  .  ’ ‘  i did not want them dead  .  ’ ‘  ah  ,  young love  .  ’ ‘  my teen angst bullshit now has a body count  .  ’ ‘  the most popular people in the school are dead  .  ’ ‘  everybody’s sad  ,  but it’s a good kind of sad  .  ’ ‘  it’s god versus my boyfriend  &  god’s losing  .  ’ ‘  kill the jukebox  .  ’ ‘  i may be a geek but i have my pride  .  ’ ‘  why are you dissing me  ,  (name)  ?  ’ ‘  i’m trying to redefine the high school experience  .  ’ ‘  you’re ignoring the high school experience  .  ’ ‘  people are dead  &  all you can think to do is whip up some warped pity party  .  ’ ‘  if we’re going to ever build respect for each other  ,  it’s gotta be something  . . .  something real  .  ’ ‘  it was chaos  .  fucking chaos  .  ’ ‘  chaos is great  .  ’ ‘  chaos is what killed the dinosaurs  ,  darling  .  ’ ‘  we scare people into not being assholes  .  ’ ‘  our way is not our way  .  ’ ‘  i’m telling it to you  !  you  !  ’ ‘  nothing good can come from suicide  ,  from murder  ,  from death  .  ’ ‘  you can be so immature  .  ’ ‘  we beat the bitches  .  ’ ‘  do you like your father  ?  ’ ‘  never given the matter much thought  .  ’ ‘  in some sick way  ,  we unclogged the sinuses of the school  .  ’ ‘  if we’re going to keep the school healthy  ,  it’s gotta be through something having to with life  ,  not death  .  ’ ‘  whoa  ,  metaphor tennis anyone  ?  ’ ‘  if you put a nazi in a concentration camp  ,  does that make you a nazi  ?  ’ ‘  that’s it  ,  we’re breaking up  .  ’ ‘  you can’t bring them back  .  you must know that  .  ’ ‘  i’m not trying to bring back anyone except maybe myself  .  ’ ‘  to think there was a time when i thought you were cool  .  ’ ‘  if you can’t deal with me now  ,  just stay home  .  ’ ‘  if you can’t deal with me now  ,  just stay home  &  shoot your t.v.  ,  blow away a couple toasters or something  .  ’ ‘  just don’t come to school  &  don’t mess with me  .  ’ ‘  you’ll be back  !  ’ ‘  where did you get these  ?  ’ ‘  what is this  ?  blackmail  ?  ’ ‘  i’ll give you a week’s lunch money  .  ’ ‘  i don’t believe it  ,  i’m winning  .  ’ ‘  don’t get cocky  ,  girl  .  ’ ‘  i know i’m not as exciting as your other friends  .  ’ ‘  your daydreams are a lot better than my realities  ,  believe me  .  ’ ‘  nice guys finish last  .  i should know  .  ’ ‘  nice guys finish last  .  ’ ‘  you’re so polluted  .  ’ ‘  i don’t see what gives you the right to lecture  .  ’ ‘  some people just don’t matter  .  why should those who do carry their weight  ?  ’ ‘  some people just don’t matter  .  ’ ‘  it’s not even your turn  .  ’ ‘  maybe by the time we head back  ,  your tampon’ll be flushed  .  ’ ‘  christ  ,  doesn’t anybody knock  ?  ’ ‘  so i’m a dark horse  ,  huh  ?  ’ ‘  you make me blush  .  ’ ‘  did you come to tell me something  ?  something nice  ,  remotely apologetic  .  ’ ‘  i say it’s about time we got down to doing what we do best  .  ’ ‘  just finish your drink  &  get out  .  ’ ‘  these little programs eat up suicide with a spoon  .  ’ ‘  if we’re not going to watch that program  ,  can i put on my game  ?  ’ ‘  hey kids  ,  make your parents  &  teachers feel like shit  !  ’ ‘  get the respect in death you’ll never get in life  !  ’ ‘  get up off the floor  ,  your dress is getting filthy  .  ’ ‘  everybody cares about youth  ,  not the individual  .  ’ ‘  all we want is to be treated like human beings  ,  not like guinea pigs to be experimented on  &  not like bunny rabbits to be patronized  .  ’ ‘  all we want is to be treated like human beings  .  ’ ‘  i do not patronize bunny rabbits  .  ’ ‘  treated like human beings  ?  is that what you said little miss voice of a generation  ?  ’ ‘  just how do you think adults act with other adults  ?  ’ ‘  adults can be horrible to other adults  .  ’ ‘  when teenagers complain that they want to be treated like human beings it’s usually because they are being treated like human beings  .  ’ ‘  i guess i picked the wrong time to be a human being  .  ’ ‘  you’ll live  .  ’ ‘  another case of a geek trying to imitate the popular people of the school  &  failing miserably  .  ’ ‘  i said i was sorry  .  ’ ‘  you are out of control  .  ’ ‘  (name) couldn’t take the heat so she got out of the kitchen  .  just think what a better place the world would be if every nimrod followed her cue  .  ’ ‘  just shut up  &  turn on the radio  .  ’ ‘  sometimes i feel like i’m on that island  &  gilligan can be just so stupid sometimes  .  ’ ‘  dude  ,  you’ve got to remember if it wasn’t for the courage of the fearless crew  ,  the minnow would be lost  .  ’ ‘  god has cursed me  ,  i think  .  the last time i had sex  ,  the guy killed himself the next day  .  i’m failing math  ’ ‘  the last time i had sex  ,  the guy killed himself the next day  .  ’ ‘  i’m failing math  .  ’ ‘  we’ll crucify her  !  ’ ‘  my whole life is a mess  .  ’ ‘  i was supposed to be captain of the cheerleading team  .  ’ ‘  i can’t get him out of my head  .  ’ ‘  are we going to the prom or to hell  ?  ’ ‘  give me a break  .  ’ ‘  what are you trying to do  ?  kill me  ?  ’ ‘  what are you trying to do  ?  sleep  ?  ’ ‘  suicide is a private thing  .  ’ ‘  you’re giving your life away to become a goddamn statistic in u.s. fucking a today  .  that’s got to be the least private thing i can think of  .  ’ ‘  if everyone jumped off a bridge  ,  young lady  ,  would you  ?  ’ ‘  if you were happy every day of your life  ,  you wouldn’t be a human being  ,  you’d be a game show host  .  ’ ‘  if you were happy every day of your life  ,  you wouldn’t be a human being  .  ’ ‘  let’s knock off early  .  buy some shoes  ,  something lame like that  .  ’ ‘  people love me  !  ’ ‘  color me stoked  ,  girl  !  ’ ‘  people love you but i know you  .  ’ ‘  so some people need different kinds of convincing than others  .  ’ ‘  jealous much  ?  ’ ‘  why can’t you just be a friend  ?  why are you such a megabitch  ?  ’ ‘  why can’t you just be a friend  ?  ’ ‘  why are you such a megabitch  ?  ’ ‘  why are you pulling my dick  ?  ’ ‘  wanna go out tonight  ?  ’ ‘  i knew you’d come back  .  ’ ‘  it’s over  ,  (name)  !  over  !  grow up  !  ’ ‘  i don’t get it  ,  you were wrong  !  i was right  !  ’ ‘  you can’t ever find a place nice  &  peaceful because there isn’t any  .  ’ ‘  get off my bed  ,  you sick psycho  .  ’ ‘  you think you’re a rebel  ,  you’re not a rebel  .  you’re a sick psycho  .  ’ ‘  you think you’re a rebel  ,  you’re not a rebel  .  .  ’ ‘  do you think you’re a rebel  ?  ’ ‘  you say tomayto  ,  say tomahto  .  let’s call the the whole thing off  .  ’ ‘  i usually go for whole sentences myself  ,  but hey this is perfecto  .  ’ ‘  you’re not listening  !  i’m not on your side  .  ’ ‘  this knife is filthy  .  ’ ‘  you don’t get it  ,  do you  ?  ’ ‘  society nods its head at any horror the american teenager can think to bring upon itself  .  ’ ‘  let’s hope she’s rubbing noses with jesus  .  ’ ‘  is this turnout weak or what  ?  ’ ‘  he’s wrong but i’m going to teach him what’s right  .  ’ ‘  i’m going to stop (name) if it’s the last thing i do  .  ’ ‘  i can’t believe you did it  .  i was teasing  .  ’ ‘  sure  ,  i climbed up here to kill you  ,  but first i was going to try  &  get you back  .  ’ ‘  we coulda toasted marshmallows together  .  ’ ‘  hey  ,  why so tense  ?  ’ ‘  sorry tiger  ,  i’m a little busy  .  ’ ‘  get a job  .  ’ ‘  oh my god  ,  another damn pep assembly  .  ’ ‘  may i see your hall pass  ?  ’ ‘  i knew that loose was too noose  !  i mean  ,  noose too loose  !  goddamn you  !  ’ ‘  like father  ,  like son  .  ’ ‘  you didn’t say simon says  .  ’ ‘  live by the sword  . . .  ’ ‘  you think just because you started this thing  ,  you can end it  ?  ’ ‘  you want to wipe the slate clean as much as i do  .  ’ ‘  so maybe i am killing everyone in the school because nobody loves me  .  ’ ‘  you have a purpose though  !  remember  ?  ’ ‘  let’s face it  ,  the only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven  .  ’ ‘  there’s a school that self - destructed not because society didn’t care  ,  but because that school was society  .  ’ ‘  is that deep or what  ?  ’ ‘  i’ll let you put it in your diary  ,  babe  .  free of charge  .  ’ ‘  you know what i want  ,  babe  ?  ’ ‘  you know what i want  ,  babe  ?  cool guys like you out of my life  .  ’ ‘  but don’t worry  ,  these here were ich luge bullets  .  ’ ‘  color me impressed  .  ’ ‘  you really fucked me up  ,  (name)  .  ’ ‘  you’ve got power  ,  (name)  .  power i didn’t think you had  .  ’ ‘  the slate is clean  .  ’ ‘  pretend i did blow up the school  ,  all the schools  .  now that you’re dead  ,  what are you gonna do with your life  ?  ’ ‘  (name)  ,  you look like hell  .  ’ ‘  (name)  ,  my love  ,  there’s a new sheriff in town  .  ’ ‘  my date for the prom kind of flaked out on me  ,  so i thought if you weren’t doing anything that night we could go to the video store  &  rent some new releases or something  .  maybe pop some popcorn  .  ’ ‘  my date for the prom kind of flaked out on me  .  ’ ‘  i thought if you weren’t doing anything that night we could go to the video store  &  rent some new releases or something  .  maybe pop some popcorn  .  ’

In Sickness and Health

Summary: If Troy gets sick one more time, Caine swears he’s going to lose his mind. In reality, he’ll probably dote on him just like every time before... just like now.

Warnings: Self Insert / Canon, Hella Fluff, Non-sexual nudity, Losers being gay + in love

Author’s Notes: Hi, I’m here for Troy w/ almost no immune system and him being a BIG ASS, NEEDY BABY when he’s sick. Here’s the google doc, if you prefer to read there.

“Caine. Sweetie. Love of my life. Baby cakes.”

The siren in question sighed heavily, pressing his back up against the crate he was currently crouched behind. His revolver gripped tight in hand, he tried to ignore the sound ringing from his earpiece.

“Baby. Sweetheart? Caine.”

He internally winced at the sound of bullets ricocheting off the metal crate, mentally preparing himself to dive right back into the line of fire.

“Caine! Caine… CaineCaineCaineCaine! Baaaabbyyyyy.”

“Oh for the love of-” Caine groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “What do you want, I’m kind of busy here-”

“Where are you? I’m bored. And cold. And kind of dying. And-”

“I’m being shot at,” Caine grumbled, finally standing and turning to fire off a round of bullets into the bandits across the way. He hissed as a bullet grazed his arm, quickly falling back down behind the crate to reload.

“So? Take care of it and get back, your god is dying.”

“Then die.” Caine twisted his arm to look at the seared flesh, pressing a hand over it to calm the red-hot burning.

“Ouch. I thought you loved me? … You do love me, don’t you?”

Caine rolled his eyes, peering over the top of the crate to fire a couple more shots. “I’m kind of busy right now, Troy.”

“Don’t you love me?” Troy asked before his words devolved into a coughing fit.

Caine grimaced at the sound, dropping the last few bandits around the same time Troy’s coughing died down.

“... Baby?” Troy asked, weakly groaning after the word left his mouth.

“It’s fine,” Caine said, standing up and dusting himself off. “I just need to finish up here and I’ll be home.” He walked over to see what could be looted from the bandits, keeping his revolver in one hand to assure he was prepared for the next wave, if there even was one.

“But- do you love me?”

“What kind of-” Caine dragged a hand down his face, trying to ignore the delirious babbling of his boyfriend.

“It’s a simple yes or no!” There was a muffled cough after his yell.

“Why, yes, of course, my king. I absolutely adore you,” the sarcastic tone in Caine’s voice was apparent.

“Oh, come on- Say it like you mean it.” Troy whined.

“You should know how I feel about you,” Caine responded curtly as he tucked away the few things he could grab into his pack. He stood, stretched his arms out, then slipped them back down to his sides, gun sliding into its holster at his hip.

“You’ve never said it…”

“You know I don’t like saying it.” Caine looked through the last few nooks and crannies on his way out of the bandit base, deciding to shoot his employer a message to inform her the job was done and he was ready to be paid.

“Just once?” Troy begged, the hoarseness of his voice becoming more obvious.

“When I get home.”

“That’s not-”

“Troy. Just- let me get home alive, okay?”

“... Okay.” Troy finally relented.

With the lack of static in his ear, Caine could finally relax a little. He let out a deep breath as he climbed aboard the ramshackle pile of scrap he called a motorbike; he wasn’t an engineer or anything by any means, but he did eventually learn a few things from past endeavours. Enough to keep it maintained anyway.

He clicked a button into place, letting the bike take a few minutes to warm up before he was off. Now all he had to do was snatch his payment and then get home to his very loud, very sick boyfriend.

“Holy fuck, I’m so glad you’re here.” Tyreen greeted him with an unusual hug; it wasn’t often she did that. “I love Troy, but god he’s so annoying when he’s sick.”

“Oh, believe me, I know.” Caine groaned, giving her a pat on the back for her efforts. “Thanks for tolerating him while I was gone.”

“Now, would you please give him something to knock his ass out?”

Caine snorted, shaking his head. “I’ll see what I can do… hopefully no other jobs come up until he gets better.”

“Hopefully,” Tyreen parroted. “I don’t know if I can take much more before I have to drain him to shut his mouth.” She shooed him away with a wave of her hand.

Caine rolled his eyes as he carried on, making his way toward his and Troy’s shared room. Knowing Troy, he was probably eager to have some attention and affection, but Caine knew he also probably needed a warm bath and whatever medicine that could be scraped up.

And boy was he so glad to be home too. The welcoming sight of the bed, the sight of warm blankets, and Troy nestled up underneath them, looking positively exhausted… it was all so inviting he wanted to dive right onto the bed and pass out, himself.

At the sight of him, Troy perked up and practically jumped from the bed, only stopping when a shiver ran up his spine. He wrapped himself back in the blanket, all the way up to his nose.

“Poor baby,” Caine half-mocked, seating himself on the edge of the bed. He reached out to press a hand against Troy’s forehead, wincing a little at the heat he was radiating. “You’re burning up,” he mumbled, brushing Troy’s hair back from his face; it was always so weird to see it without it being styled.

“I guess you could say I’m hot,” Troy said with a laugh, which devolved into a cough half-way through.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Caine reached across him to grab the other half of the blanket, tucking it behind him to assure he would stay warm. “Are you feeling any better?”

Troy huffed in response. “No. I feel like shit.”

“Fair. I probably shouldn’t have asked…” Caine stood up to press a kiss to his temple. “I’ll run you a bath?”

“No… I’m too cold to get out of bed.” Troy balled the blanket around him tighter.

“Troy…”

“No.”

“Fine. I’ll run me a bath. You can suffer for all I care.” Caine walked toward the bathroom, stopping just at the door frame.

Troy groaned in response. “Fine…” he grumbled, pulling the blanket with him as he dragged himself toward the bathroom. He shuffled past Caine, propping himself against the bathroom counter to wait.

Caine snickered to himself, kneeling by the tub to turn the tap on. He held his hand under the water until it was warm, flicking the stopper on to allow the warm water to fill the tub.

He didn’t wait for it to fill completely before he made his way over to Troy, reaching for the blanket to toss it away with the rest of his clothes. “Come on, big guy,” he soothed.

“It’s cold.” Troy whined, leaning as far away from Caine as he could.

“The water’s really warm,” Caine said, sneaking his hands underneath the blanket to smooth them ove Troy’s sides and around to his back, holding him tightly.

Troy hummed in response to the warmth of Caine’s hands, seeming to forget why he wasn’t cuddling up to him in the first place. He leaned over to nestle his entire body around Caine in an attempt to absorb his body heat.

“Good boy… Now come on, let’s get in the tub.” Caine eased the blanket from around Troy, letting it drop to the floor. It didn’t take long to completely disrobe him, ushering him off to the warm water filling the tub after everything was settled on the floor.

“Get in with me,” Troy said as he sunk into the water, barely able to fit into the tub due to his height. His legs were thrown over the side to allow his body to get most of the warmth from the water.

“I planned on it.” Caine shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the counter. Before he forgot, he grabbed a washcloth and some body wash, setting them on the side of the tub. A few minutes later and he stepped into the tub, settling himself onto Troy’s lap.

Troy practically purred in response, curling his flesh arm around Caine and pulling him close. “You’re so warm…” He mused aloud.

“I’m also dirty,” Caine said, shoving at him for a little bit before reluctantly allowing Troy to hold him for a few minutes.

There was silence for a moment before Troy, lolling his head back over the edge of the tub, groaned. “My entire body is sore…”

“I know…” Caine sat up a bit when Troy gradually released him. He reached for the washcloth and body wash. He wet the cloth then squeezed some body wash into it, lathering it up while watching Troy’s face shift from contentedness to disgust.

“I hate feeling like this… so- ugh weak.”

Caine hummed, smoothing the washcloth over Troy’s chest, gently massaging here and there as he cleaned him off. “It’s okay,” he finally mustered, “even Gods need a break sometimes.”

Troy sneered with an incredulous laugh. “Gods never need a break, baby. That’s why…”

Caine sighed, working the soapy cloth up Troy’s neck and along the lower portion of his jaw. “Troy… It’s okay to feel weak sometimes. I know you hate it, but I’m…glad you trust me enough to show- to show me that side of you.”

Troy remained quiet, simply laying back as Caine scrubbed at his skin. He coughed on the occasion, sometimes even sniffled, but mostly just laid back and enjoyed himself, eyes closed.

“I mean it,” Caine said after a few minutes, setting aside the washcloth to grab some shampoo and conditioner from the shelf on the wall beside the tub. He took his hands, grabbing some water in them, and gently smoothing it through Troy’s hair.

“I know you mean it, baby…” He mumbled, shifting a little to sink further in the tub to make Caine’s job easier. “I just- Do you know how bad it’d be if anyone found out-?”

“I know,” Caine interrupted, pressing another kiss to his temple. “I know, but… with me, you don’t seem to mind that. And… I’m happy that you, uh. Mm… Trust me enough to let me see you like this.”

Troy’s face broke out into a smile - a genuine smile reserved only for Caine. “I love you,” he brought his flesh hand up, brushing his wet fingers through Caine’s hair, smoothing it back.

Caine quietly grabbed the shampoo bottle, squirting a bit into his hand. He went to scrub the shampoo into Troy’s hair when his boyfriend in question gently pushed at his chest to get his attention. “Hm? What is it?”

“I want you to know I mean it, too,” Troy croaked out. “I do love you.”

“I know,” Caine responded, continuing his earlier actions, gently brushing the shampoo through Troy’s hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp. “You say it all the time…”

Troy was silent for a bit before he sighed. “You haven’t said it once…”

Caine paused. This time it was his turn to sigh. He brought his hands down to hold Troy’s face, squishing his cheeks a little. “Troy Calypso, God-king to all those morons outside our bedroom door, I fucking love you with all my heart and if you ever make me say it again, I will shoot you in your sleep.”

Troy looked more than a little taken aback, almost bursting into laughter when the words finally registered in his sickness-addled brain. “You’re cute…”

“Shut up,” Caine grumbled, pinching Troy’s cheeks. He continued to grumble to himself, words incomprehensible as he continued about cleaning Troy’s hair, rinsing the soap from him once he was clean.

Troy snorted, giving one of Caine’s cheeks a pinch in response. “You are… The cutest I’ve seen.”

Caine groaned, swatting at his hand. “Stupid…” He snagged the washcloth again, this time to clean the grime from himself, careful when scrubbing around his fresher wounds.

Troy sniffed, rubbing his hand underneath his nose. “Fine,” he mumbled tiredly as a yawn slipped from his lips. “You’re the handsomest, strongest, most amazing man I’ve ever met and been lucky enough to have.”

Caine’s face almost immediately flushed red, moving backward to the other end of the tub to avoid having to deal with Troy’s sick and tired ramblings. “You’re stupid. Shut up.”

“You call me stupid, but I know you love when I compliment you.” Troy’s lips quirked into a grin.

“I’ll kick you in the face,” Caine threatened, leg raised in order for him to scrub it clean.

“Would you? Kick your sick and weakened boyfriend while he’s down?”

“Nngh…” Caine didn’t deign to respond, proceeding to rinse the soap from himself.

“Thought so. You do care about me,” Troy trilled, overjoyed by the idea.

Caine grumbled, hanging the washcloth on the side of the tub as he climbed out of it. “Alright, come on,” he said, snatching a towel from the counter and opening it up, arms spread.

Troy was quick to follow, immediately curling into the warmth of the towel as Caine wrapped it around him.

Caine snorted, gently wiping the water from Troy’s body. “And you call me cute… You’re such a gentle giant.”

Troy responded with a hum as he twisted and turned, allowing Caine to completely dry him. He snagged the blanket from the floor, wrapping it around himself after, to assure he didn’t lose any of the warmth he’d gathered, on the way to the bed.

“Go lay down, I’ll clean everything up in here.” Caine gave him a tap on the butt, ushering him from the bathroom.

“Don’t take too long…” Troy mumbled, a little hurt that Caine wouldn’t immediately join him in bed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Caine shook his head, starting to towel himself off. “Big baby…” He muttered to himself as soon as Troy was out of sight. 

As soon as he was dry, he started to collect their things from the floor, drained the tub, and tossed their dirty clothes in the hamper to be cleaned. After everything was said and done, he returned to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxers to slip on before sliding into bed beside Troy.

“You’re late, I’m already comfortable,” Troy said from within his blanket wrap, curled up into a ball.

“I’ll warm you up?” Caine offered, trying to find the end of the blanket so that they could cuddle together.

“... Deal.” Troy relinquished part of the blanket, just enough for Caine to wiggle in, then quickly covered the both of them back up.

“I love you,” Caine said, this time more openly, tucking an arm underneath Troy to hold him.

“I love you too…” Troy mumbled tiredly, moving to rest his head on Caine’s chest. He closed his eyes and it only took him a few minutes to be out cold.

Caine smiled, brushing his fingers through Troy’s hair, soothing him with the hum of the tune of a lullaby. It wouldn’t be too long before he joined his boyfriend in slumber.

teach me • eddie kaspbrak

(punk eddie x reader smut!)

requested: can u do one with eddie where he teaches reader how to give oral and then rewards her right after with oral as well ? + Hello, I am here asking if you can do a punk eddie/ Eboy eddie smut? Thank you!

warning: swearing, smut, oral (fem and male receiving), fluff!!! also this is so unedited

[losers + reader are 18+ in this!!!]

2.1k words

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you sigh as the tv blares on, the noise starting to sound like static to your ears. you were sitting on the couch in your boyfriend's living room watching some tv show that neither of you had ever heard of before. “somethin’ wrong?” eddie mumbles from above your head, making you turn to look at him.

he’s got a light smile as he looks down at you, his bleached hair falling over his forehead lightly. you smile gently up at him, his big brown eyes making your heart skip a beat. 

you shrug, not sure how to explain what you feel. how do you tell your boyfriend that you want to go down on him, but don’t know how? how do you say that casually?

“oh, no. i’m-i’m okay.” you say, sounding more like you’re trying to assure yourself than him.

"are you sure? do you feel sick?" he immediately turns to you, hand raising to feel your forehead. you roll your eyes fondly at your boyfriend's antics, feeling the cool metal of his rings on your face. he looks concerned and it's the cutest thing ever, "you don't have a fever, mayb-"

you cut him off with a hand to his cheek, "no, eddie, honey. i feel fine. i'm just embarrassed, 's all." you mutter, pulling him in for a kiss. his hands automatically fall to your hips as he kisses back, but he pulls away after a few moments. "why are you embarrassed?" he asks, his head tilting.

you just turn beet red, looking away. he rubs your shoulders and waits patiently. when you don't speak after a while, he does. "you never have to be embarrassed in front of me. you can tell me whatever you need to." he says it softly and you can't help but smile.

"i just... um, i don't know.." you trail off, embarrassed enough that you laugh at yourself. "i just want to make you happy and make you feel good, but i...i don't know how." you say, biting your lip and looking at him.

he shakes his head slightly, "baby, you always make me happy. and sex - or... or any of that stuff - that's not something i will ever pressure you to do." he says, one hand still on your hip and the other cupping your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek and the metal cooling the heat of your red face.

you smile shyly at him, "i want to try, i just... i don't think i'll be any good." eddie laughs sweetly at this and rubs his face with his hand, making you swoon quietly. he’s so cute. 

"y/n/n, i know you'd be amazing. and it's me, no matter what you do it'd drive me crazy." he says honestly, beaming at you. you can't help but smile back. "really?" you ask. he nods enthusiastically, his own cheeks blushing. "really."

"can you teach me? how to..give you a blowjob?" you ask, your cheeks red at your blunt words. his eyebrows raise and he grins, "you sure? i don't want you to feel like you have to." he says, face flushed. 

you nod, "i'm sure. please?" you ask, climbing into his lap. his hands circle around you and grip your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. "okay." he mumbles against your lips.

you take it slow at first, knowing you have time because his mom's out for the whole night. you love the way he feels against you, his hands touching every part of you he can reach as his tongue moves in your mouth gently. 

he's passionate as he kisses you, groaning quietly when you grind your hips on his, pulling your fingers through his hair. "shit- is this still okay?" he asks when you boldly slip your hand down to palm him through his black pants. 

"yeah," you say, watching in wonder as you squeeze your hand around him lightly and he bites his lip in pleasure. you like it when he looks like that, so you slowly slide yourself off his lap and onto you the floor in front of him.

he looks at you and strokes your cheek as your hands move to his thighs. he starts to undo his belt and you bite your lip, nervous that he's not going to like it, but confident enough to at least try. this is your eddie. you trust him.

he slides his pants down his legs and you come up onto your knees and look at him. he smiles gently, "we can stop whenever you want, okay?" he says, leaning forward to kiss your lips. 

you nod with a smile before you lean down to pull his boxers down. you gulp as his cock slaps against his abdomen and you bite your lip, trying to ignore your butterflies. his hand grabs one of yours and his thumb soothes over the back of your hand.

his other hand comes up to pump himself by the base and you watch with wide eyes as you lick your lips. "you ready, baby?" he asks quietly and you nod, reaching your other hand out to cover his. you bring your lips towards his tip and you stick your tongue out, licking him lightly. he moans quietly and it might be the hottest thing you've ever heard.

"so you can go j-just like that. no teeth." he says the last part with a giggle and you almost laugh - but you don't, too determined to do a good job to laugh at his jokes. 

you slowly bring him into your mouth, tongue flattening under his tip as you close your lips around him. "holy shit." he mutters, pulling your hair away from your face affectionately as he stares at you.

"okay, y-yeah. just take it slowly, if you want." he mutters and you listen to him, slowly bobbing your head lower and taking more of him. "just like that, baby. fuck." he hisses as you pull off of him and lick up his shaft, gaining more confidence as his moans and words get louder.

"shit, y/n. y-yeah, and if you want you can just use your hand if you need to breathe." he says shakily, his words broken by gasps.

you lift your hand up, the other one on his thigh, and you grip his base, slick with your spit. you kitten lick his tip as you pump him and he moans. your hand starts to move faster and his hand falls onto yours to cover yours, showing you how to do it and what he likes. 

you follow his lead but then you want him back in your mouth, so you look up at him before pushing your mouth around him, tongue flattening as you sink lower on his cock. he gasps as your lips touch where his hand is still wrapped around his cock and you gently move his hand to push further, moving your head as far as you can without gagging before coming up to bob up and down more comfortably. 

the noise you're making is enough to make you blush but his groans and panting is motivation for you to keep going, your jaw getting tired.

"god, you're so amazing." he mumbles quietly, petting your hair softly. you look up at him as you bob your head and when you make eye contact his head falls back and he groans. 

"right there, y/n. you-you're doing so good." he says and you hollow your cheeks, pushing further onto him until you gag slightly and then pulling back, bobbing your head shallowly so you can regain your breath. 

"shit, i'm gonna cum- baby, c'mere." he mutters, pulling lightly on your shoulders. but you stay on, wanting to make him feel amazing and suddenly he's unraveling under you, cumming in spurts in your mouth. your eyes shut and you swallow him, pulling off to look at his face. he's breathing shakily, his chest rising and falling as he lets out small gasps, "shit, holy shit."

you smile at his flushed cheeks and blissed face. "did you like it?" you ask as you wipe your mouth. he laughs breathlessly, nodding his head aggressively. "fuckin' yeah i did, y/n." he says, giddy as he pulls you up towards him and you giggle. "you're amazing." he mumbles into your mouth, kissing you before pulling up his pants. 

he leans back into you, "you did such a good job. can i repay the favor?" he mutters into your ear and you shiver, thinking of eddie going down on you...

you turn red but nod, "y-yeah, if you want." he grins and you think you might be fucking in love: eddie, grinning from ear to ear in an oversized black shirt with a striped long sleeve underneath it, his dyed hair disheveled from ruffling it, his lips bruised from your lips and his own teeth.

"you sure? it'll feel good, i promise." he says with a wink and you turn red, socking him lightly in the shoulder with an embarrassed laugh.

he giggles, kissing your neck and nuzzling into it. the feeling makes you giggle even more and he pushes you into the couch cushions, sinking with you.

he kisses you everywhere, tickling your sides as he kisses below your belly button, fingers tickling above your waistband. 

"you sure you want me to?" he asks, looking up at you. you look down at him, settled between your legs and breathing right above your clothed core and you whimper, "please, eddie."

he smiles as he pulls down your pants and drops them off the couch, turning to kiss your thighs, squeezing lightly. "you're perfect." he whispers against your skin, fingers ghosting over all of the stretch marks, scars and bumps on your legs, soothing all your insecurities and making you smile. 

then he presses a kiss against the seat of your underwear and you buck your hips, hissing in pleasure. you're embarrassed at how wet you are but he seems enthralled, his fingers coming up to trace your clothed slit.

he kisses above your waistband and then he gently pulls your panties off, slipping them down your legs. you're nervous but he kisses you on the mouth, rubbing your sides gently and you know he'll take care of you.

he leans back down, looking up at you as he presses a soft kiss to your clit, making you gasp at the sensation. you let out a soft 'oh' as he does it again, this time his tongue coming to lick a stripe up you and circling your clit. you moan lowly, hands falling to his hair and tugging lightly. he smiles as his hands come to hold your hips, slowly lapping at you and watching your face twist in pleasure.

you've never felt this sensation before and you can't help it as your toes curl and your legs twitch, closing around his head. he pulls back slightly to look up at you, "you like it?" he hums lowly, lips glistening and you get even wetter, biting your lip. 

"yes, fuck." you mutter, tugging his head lightly. he smiles, "can i finger you?" he asks as his thumbs circle your hips. you whimper, knowing if you try to speak you'll fail.

 instead, you just nod and mumble in agreement. he kisses your hip and brings his hand down, fingers running through your slit. you gasp as he slowly sinks a finger inside you.

"oh my god." you say and he starts to pump slowly, bringing his lips back up to suck at your clit. 

your abdomen feels like it's on fire with pleasure and you clench around his finger as he pumps into you. gasps leave your lips every few seconds as he eagerly moves inside of you, your eyes intermittently shutting and going back to watch him.

he slips in another finger and you yelp, relishing in the feeling of his fingers curling inside you. the ring on his middle finger is cool against you and you moan his name at the feeling.

he feels so good inside you, making you moan and yelp in pleasure, his groans when you pull his hair sending vibrations right to your core. 

it's not long before you feel yourself close to your high and eddie flicks his tongue over your clit, his fingers hitting a spot inside you that makes you weak. 

"fuck, eddie-" your voice breaks off and he coaxes you through your high as you clench around him.

as you finish, your legs twitch and your chest heaving, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, sitting up from in between your legs. 

you flush red at his actions but you grin, pulling him in for a kiss. he tastes like you and he laughs happily into your mouth.

he kisses up and down your neck, mumbling, “thank you.” you shake your head, saying, “thank you, eddie.” with a breathless laugh.

after you get your clothes back on, he leads you upstairs to cuddle on his bed. the two of you fall asleep with your legs entwined, you wearing his shirt and head resting on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Hidden Pain: A Persona 4 Drabble

Read this for context. 

Junes Food Court, mid-day, Sunday. The Investigation Team had called for a day of training before the next possible event could happen. But so far only Kanji, Yosuke, Teddie and Yu were at their normal meeting spot.

Yosuke drapes his arms onto the table as he sinks his face into them slowly. “What’s taking the girls so long? We only have a few hours until that huge sale hits, and when it does it’ll be near impossible for us to slip into the TV...”

“They’re getting medical supplies, man. Yu-senpai mentioned we were low.” Kanji closes his phone as he stashes it away in his pocket before glancing at his leader who’s using this downtime to fold a few origami cranes.

“I said I was going to grab them on my way here, but I had to help Nanako with something and ran out of time...” Yu states, not even glancing up from his work as he sets the crane down on the table.

“Well I know you can’t refuse anything when it comes to Nanako-chan, so I get it.” Yosuke nods. “Also how many of those do you plan to make?!”

“Sensei’s got some real skill with that!” Teddie states, his bright blue eyes watching closely as Yu begins another one.

“That just made wonder something, hey Kanji are you able to do origami as well?” Yosuke glances over at the younger teen.

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s easy enough once you figure it all out, but it’s not really my niche if you catch my drift.” Kanji shrugs. “It’s right up his alley though.”

“It’s relaxing...” Yu smiles a bit.

But as he’s beginning the first few folds, Yu suddenly jolts, enough for the paper in his hands to tear. 

“Yu?! Everything alright?” Yosuke gets up from his seat and walks to his best friend’s side.

Yu is wincing slightly, setting down the paper before looking up at his three friends. “Yeah, I think an old injury from the TV just popped up suddenly is all.”

“Really? Lemme know where it is when we get into the TV and I’ll heal it up for you. Could have sworn Yukiko took care of all the major ones last week....” Yosuke mutters.

“If Yosuke’s heals don’t do that much, I’ll help!” Teddie beats his chest once, smiling.

Yu chuckles, nodding. “Thanks you guys, but I think I’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, I’ll just heal myself.”

Yosuke focuses his gaze slightly before letting out a sigh. “If you say so...but don’t get too shocked if the girls start freaking out and try to heal you themselves.”

“heeeey! Sorry we’re late!” Chie calls out, waving her arm as she and the other girls walk up.

“Apolgies, but there was an issue with the cash register at the store where we normally get our medicine from.” Naoto explains, placing a hand in her pocket. “I hope we didn’t keep you four waiting too long.”

Rise starts counting the cranes Yu made before shrugging. “Seems he made twelve before we showed up. So they weren’t waiting that long.”

“Pffft, you can tell how bored they were by the amount of cranes? What if...we told time that way? ahahaha!” And there goes Yukiko on one of her laughing fits again.

“Geez, well if everyone’s ready we better hurry up and get in. Two more hours until the electronics sale starts. Plan to be in there for a few hours guys, we have to wait out the traffic.” Yosuke looks to everyone in the group.

“Let’s get going.” Yu puts all of his cranes away in a cloth bag before patting his hidden Katana with a small smirk.

Slipping through the currently average sized crowds, the group makes it to the TV they always use. Everyone puts their glasses on and slips into the TV World undetected.

Teddie slips into his bear suit, which he had left right at the hub area before looking at everyone present. “Alright! So who’s dungeon are gonna train in today Sensei?” 

“Well, I was actually thinking we might want to try tackling that Reaper you mentioned before. So it really doesn’t matter what area we go into right?”

“Are you serious Senpai?!” Rise stomps on her right foot hard on the ground. “You guys almost got killed by a Reaper back in Mitsuo’s! I’m not going to sit back and watch you guys actively hunt something that strong!”

“....it was a joke.” Yu rubs the back of his neck.

“Dude...your sense of humor needs some serious work.” Yosuke shakes his head. “Well if I could offer something, you guys know those Treasure Hands we keep running into? What if we went after those?”

“Oooh! We can make it a competition!” Chie raises her hand and bounces a bit as she speaks. “First one to kill ten of them gets...uhh...”

“First ten gets to have the others cook for them!” Yukiko smiles.

Yosuke and Yu wince. “H-How’s about first to ten gets to request something from the losers...that isn’t cooked.”

Yosuke nods. “What Yu said.”

Rise nods, writing that down. “If you all are each hunting ten then that’s going to be a lot of gold hands to hunt for.”

“They’re good money makers though, so no matter who wins we’ll all benefit in the end right?” Kanji crosses his arms. “Why don’t we do it in Yukiko-sempai’s Castle? It’s a small enough place that we won’t loose each other.”

“Sounds good, let’s move out guys!” Yu leads the way to the castle.

“Treasure hands spotted! Wow...for rare shadows there sure are a lot of them right now!”

“Let’s do this! I’m not passing up a chance for a request!” Yosuke smirks, dashing at a treasure hand.

“...for our sakes let’s hope Yu at least wins...” Chie sighs as she goes after one as well.

Everyone begins fighting the hand hoard, but Yu keeps switching Persona as he fights.

“Black Frost!” Ice shatters and destroys a treasure hand with retaliative ease. 

“That’s one for Senpai!”

“Perhaps we should bump the number up to twenty?” Naoto suggests. “Yu-senpai is having far too easy of a time right now.”

“Yeah, because he’s got more of an arsenal of Persona compared to us.” Kanji launches a treasure hand with a hard strike from his chair. “Just means we gotta work harder to keep up, yeah?”

“I’m with Kanji! No way I’m gonna lose to Sensei! KENTOKI-DOJI!”

Yosuke laughs. “Hell no, I’m not letting you take that one Ted! Jiryaya!” 

Both Persona charge at the one Treasure hand, closing in before...

“Konahana-Sakuya!” 

The hand bursts into flames as Yukiko cockily fans herself. “Oh I’m sorry, did you boys want that one?”

“One point for Yukiko-senpai!”

“ARGH! I’m not coming in last place here!” Yosuke goes after another one with increasecd speed, not wanting to be one upped again.

“If you’re getting serious then maybe I should too...Partner.” Yu adjusts his glasses. “IZANAGI!”

Yu runs right up beside Yosuke, using his Persona’s lightning to keep pace. The two smirk at eachother.

“This one’s mine, no doubt.” Yu gives Yosuke a small laugh as they rush at the shadow.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Yosuke has Jiryaya attack the shadow, and Izanagi does the exact same...but then...

Yu falls to the ground on one knee, coughing badly as Izanagi vanishes back into it’s tarot card. Everyone stops what they’re doing to look at their leader. 

“Yu?” Yosuke kneels down beside him. “Dude, you don’t look so hot...”

“I’m fine...really.” Yu starts to get up, but Kanji places a hand on his shoulder.

“Like hell you are. You had that sharp ass pain before the girl’s showed up and now you’re coughing this badly? Stop trying to act cool with this kinda shit going on, man!”

Rise does a scan on Yu, focusing intensely. Yu starts coughing again, this time blood coming up as he does so. 

“I can’t see any sort of spell on him...” Rise sighs, shaking her head.

“And my nose can’t sniff out anything abnormal either...” Teddie looks worried.

“Guys really, I’m okay...” Yu pushes Kanji’s hand away from his shoulder. “Let’s just go back to-”

“I’m sorry Senpai but I have to respectfully refuse.” Naoto states, arms folded. “It’s quite clear you’re not in the right condition to fight, despite your claims. Coughing up blood like you just did is not a sign of a healthy individual.”

“Yu...if something is going on, you know you can tell us right?” Chie pouts a bit as she speaks. “We’re your friends after all.”

“...I’d tell you...if I fully understood it myself...” Yu mutters a bit. “I’m going to hang around here a bit longer before heading back. That sale is still going on, so leaving now wouldn’t be wise anyway.”

Yosuke sighs, nodding. “Yu has a point. Well...we’ll all hang out around the hub. Ted’ll get you once the coast is clear.” 

The others walk off, giving Yu some space. He holds his chest tight, as blue static seems to shock him before subsiding. 

“It’s gotten worse...as he’s gotten stronger. I don’t know...how much longer I can hold out like this...but if I try to do what they did...will they even..NGH!” The static starts up again, but Yu sinks his katana into the ground as he closes his eyes...and the surge comes to a halt. “No...I refuse to lose the one thing tying me with them...not now...not ever.”

Yosuke watches from a safe distance away, seeing just how much pain his best friend is in. He may not fully understand what’s going on but...

“Maybe he’s just as scared of accepting a part of himself....like me.” Yosuke shakes his head. “I’ll stay by your side as long as I can. And maybe one day...we can all help you face yourself...like you have for us.”

The streak

Summary: Y/n Stark lives in Central city. She is a superhero. She has powers to be faster then the sped of light. Her brother Tony Stark know nothing about it. What happens when he does?

*I do NOT own the Flash nor do I own the avengers* 

Warnings: Angst, slight cussing

“Y/n, you’re not going to Central city, case closed.” Tony said as he watched his younger sister pack her suit case. “Tony I’m going for a few weeks, a month at the most, Okay? I’ll be fine.” Y/n said Zipping her suit case then looking at her older brother. He was acting like a dad when their daughter is going on a date. “Be careful and bring your suit.” Tony said hugging his Baby sister. “I will, I promise. But if you don't let me go everyone else will try to stop me and I’ll miss my flight.” Y/n said as she tried to get out of her brothers grip. “That's the idea.” Tony said as he hugged her tighter. She laughed then her finally let go. “Be careful, please.” He said as he looked into her (Y/e/c). “Always, gotta go Loser. Love ya.” Y/n said as she grabbed her suit case and went out her room. 

Tony walked Y/n to the elevator and looked at her. “Be careful, you dork.” Tony said one last time. “You already said that, but I will, I promise.” Y/n said then the doors closed leaving Tony in the Tower with the other avengers. 

Y/n got to the airport and went through security. She finally got on her flight to central city and they took off. While on the flight Y/n barely got any sleep. She was just to excited. 

Y/n grabbed her bags and got a taxi to her apartment she was going to stay at for a couple weeks. The man put her bags in the trunk of the car as she got in. Y/n looked at the city go by as the man drove. They were riding in comfortable silents when the man spoke up. “So are you her for to see the accelerator?” The man asked looking at her threw the rear view mirror. She nodded her head ‘yes’ and just looked at the window. That's one thing that her and Tony didn't share. She was more shy and he was outgoing. 

Once she arrived to the apartment she gave the man the money and walked up to the door since she already had the key. She unlocked the door and walked in. Once she got in she looked around the apartment. She saw a living room with two sofa’s with a coffee table in front of the flat screen tv that was hanging on the wall. 

She walked around until she found her room. It was a master’s bed room. With a king size bed with white sheets. She laid her bags on the bed and continued walking around. She looked out the window that was across the room. She looked out of it to see the busy city. She stopped looking at when her phone rang. 

“ Hello?” Y/n answered sitting on her bed. “How was your flight?” Natasha asked Y/n. “It was good. No fussing baby. How has tony been acting? Not causing trouble I hope.” Y/n said standing up and continued looking around. “He is in the Lab trying to distract himself. He acts so miserable.” Natasha answered making Y/n chuckle. “Well if he wanted to come with me he could have, but he chose not to.” Y/n said hearing a laugh come from Natasha through the Phone. “Yeah well, I got to go. Call me Later?” Natasha asked Y/n. “I will, Bye” Y/n said and hung up. 

Y/n looked at her watch to see she had three hours before they had the accelerator be cut on. She Grabbed her clothes and started to put them away. Leaving an outfit for tonight. 

After a while she had everything put up and then got in the shower. After she got a shower she only had a hour to be there. So she got dressed in a ( Favorite color) T-shirt and black skinny jeans. She grabbed her Black converse and putting them on. She grabbed her keys and purse and walked out of her apartment. She walked since it wasn't to far from her apartment.

She stopped at a coffee shop that was called Jitters and got some coffee. She thanked and Paid the woman then walked to Star Labs. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry up but there was too many people. So she just stayed at a restaurant that was showing the Accelerator, but she didn’t stay long when Tony called her. 

“Hello?” Y/n asked as she held the phone up to her ear. She couldn't hear it so she stepped out of the building, but outside wasn’t much better, so she just continued walking home, since she knew she wouldn’t be able to watch the accelerator. “Y/n how is it there, because here isn't much better.” Tony said making Y/n roll her eyes. “ It was fine until you-” She was cut off when a energy went threw her and the phone as well. “Tony?” Y/n asked trying to see if she had bad connection or something, but all she heard was static so she just walked home. 

When she got to her apartment parking lot it started to rain and she Heard someone screaming. She turned around and saw a woman walking in the rain. She walked over to the woman to help her. She walked her to a building for protection from the rain. As soon as she got out of the building she ran straight to her apartment. 

Once she got into her apartment she saw her Windows were open. She walked over to the windows and closed them. She was finally done put then she watched as a lighten bolt went towards her ways and she got stuck her. 

- 1 year later- 

Y/n woke up in a lab. She looked around as she heard a rapid beeping noise. As she looked around she started to freak out. She tried to get the cords off of her, but was stopped by a hand. She jumped and looked beside her to see Tony with red eyes and he held a smile on his face. “Hey, It’s alright.” Tony said as he hugged her and rubbed her hair out of her face. She was still breathing heavy while he was holding her. “What’s going on?” Y/n asked in a horsed from not using it in so long. “Your were hit by lighting and someone went to check on your apartment since it was on fire and found you.” A woman said as she walked in the Lab room. “I’m Catlin, and this is cisco.” The red head said giving a polite smile as she talked. She said as she pointed to

“Why am I here and not at a hospital?” Y/n asked looking at Tony. “There was another guy that was hit by lighting as well and he somehow ended up with powers. So we wanted to stay with you to see when you woke up from your coma if you would have some too.” Cisco said as he looked at her and Tony.

 “I’m sorry, but did you say coma? As in I’ve been out for what a week?” Y/n asked trying to understand everything. “ Not really.” Catlin said, but then Tony started to speak. “You’ve been out for a year and  a week.” Tony said looking at Y/n with a sad smile. “Wait a year?” Y/n asked looking around at everyone. Everyone gave a nod with a sad smile. 

“So how long have I been in the lab?” Y/n asked Catlin while she was looking at her vital signs. “About 7 months, at the hospital they wanted to just take you off of life support, but your brother didn't want to. So he called us, since we offered to look out for you. Then here you are.” Catlin said with a smile. ‘God everyone around here smiles don't they?’ Y/n thought to herself. “So do you know if I have powers or not?” Y/n asked Catlin with a happy smile on her face. “We will do a number of test to see.” Catlin said making Y/n smile. 

“Okay so you want me to run up to there?” Y/n asked looking at the cone that was two miles away. She looked at the people that were in front of her Barry Allen who she learned was the flash, Catlin, Cisco and Tony. “Yes and this is the last test, so we will know that if you cant run fast then you don't have powers and are normal.” Catlin said with a smile. “Normal, yeah right.” Tony said with a chuckle. “What was that?” Cisco asked as he moved closer to Tony. “ Oh, nothing just remembered something.” Tony said with a smirk. 

“Okay ready, set, GO!” Catlin screamed and Y/n started to run. She thought she was going a normal speed when she noticed her feet had gotten hot. She looked down and saw her feet were smoking. So she came to a stop and looked up. She noticed she passed the cone and was at the end of the air strip. She looked up and ran back to the group. Once she got there her shoes were on fire and quickly tried to take them off but Cisco took the fire extinguisher and cleared the fire out. “Is it just me, or did I just run about five miles in 5 seconds?” Y/n asked with wide eyes looking at everyone. Tony looked down at his stop watch and saw her time. “Uh, no you ran five miles in 3.5 seconds.” Tony said handing Y/n the stop watch. Y/n looked at it with wide eyes. “Your speedster like me.” Barry said with a smile. “I guess, I can fight crime with you.” Y/n said with a smile. “Yeah, you can but I’m the flash and you can be the Streak.” Barry said with a teasing tone. “Will I guess you will need a suit. we can make it.” Cisco started to say but Y/n stopped him. “That will be nice, but its okay I have a suit already.” She said, but Everyone looked at her weird and Tony shook his head no. Y/n clicked her bracelets together making her super suit come on her.  Everyone looked at her shocked. “Your the girl version of iron man...”

* part 2 ??” so this was so easy to make and I thought it was good but I really wanted to post it. Do you guys think I should make a part two? If so comment below and tell me thanks.

Ashlee 🤷‍♀️❤️💙☠️

DanganRonpa: Prison Break- Prologue Part 2

*Eric wakes up on a small one person prison bed. He gets up and looks around to see a small toilet in the corner and the walls covered with articles written about the murders and his trial. Eric try tthe door near the front of the room but bars block the doofirstthen turns to notices a large monitor above his bed*

Eric: Is this the government's sick idea of a joke. What is killing an innocent man not good enough for you? You gotta mess with him first. If you gonna kill me just do it. I dont want to play any games. I just want this to be over.

*Eric begins softly weeping until the monitor turns on showing static and a strange outline*

???: Now now Eric nows not the time to cry and give up. In fact the game has just begun. Clean yourself up and go to the announcement room. Its just down the hall. Your get your answers there. So get over there with all your strength after all your The Ultimate Framed Criminal

*The bars over the door slide away *

Eric: Ultimate? There haven't been Ultimates for decades. What is this? Who are you? No response huh? Guess i don't really have a choice.

*Eric walks through the halls and stops at a full body mirror attached to one of the hall walls. He was able to see himself for the first time. Regularly comb shaggy hair was wild and knotted. He didn't see the point of combing your hair when you had no one and nothing to look forward to but death. His clothing consisted some old jeans and a simple white t shirt. Over his shirt was a black button up (unbuttoned) with the words guilty written in blood read letters and a bloody hand print below it.*

Eric: Who ever dressed me is going to have a long talk about boundaries and good taste with me when i get ahold of them.

*After checking himself over, Eric continued his walks for a few moments until finding the room labeled announcement room. With a deep breathe he open the door and is greeted by the faces of 15 strangers.*

???: Okay so with this guy it makes 16 of us. Does anyone know why where here.

???: We've been over this. We'll all as lost as you.

???: So what we should just sit and nothing. Thats stup-

*At that point Eric kust decided to tume out since there seem like no real progress would be made. As Eric watches the arguement unfold,a well dressed man approached him. He had dirty blonde hair and was wearing a red twine jacket over a blue dress shirt. He also wears a simple pair of blue jeans and dress shoes. His body language gave off and sort of in charge aura. His face is very calculating, like he is always planning six steps ahead.

???: Greetings Hello my name is Rokus. Im from Lithuania.

Eric: Nice to meet you, I'm Eric King. Umm... Do you have any idea whats happening?

Rokus: I'm afraid not. From what I've gathered we've all were abducted and woke up here and were assigned an ultimate title despite the death of Hope's Peak. Do you remember anything?

Eric: Um... Please don't freak out. The title i was given is Ultimate Framed Criminal. I was arrested for multiple acts of murder but i did NOT do it. I'M INNOCENT. But the jury didn't believe me. So the last thing i remember was being in a electric chair waiting for the switch to be pulled.

Rokus: Hmm. Interesting story.

*The next few momenta consisted of Rokus awkwardly staring at Eric. Almost studying him.

Eric: So ummm... What about you. I haven't heard your talent or anything.

Rokus: Very well since youve be so open to me i have no excuse not to do the same. Im the Ultimate Art Thief. I dont do it for the money i got freelancing for that. No i do it for the rush and to appreciate the beauty whenever i want. Those two things are the only things i need to feel alive. I was in my personal gallery. Soaking in the beauty when i feot rag over my face and then boom. Im in some dingy room with no idea why. Any more questions?

Eric: No. But thanks man you really help calm me down.

Rokus: I can assure you that wasnt my intention but nevertheless im glad your okay. I suggest you talk to everyone. Fair warning though, there is a good chance no here is being completely honest.

*After his warning he walk away. Eric could only watch in confusion as he walked away. In his distraction he failed to notice someone walking up to him. *

???: Good morrow to you, sir newcomer. tis nice to meeteth thee.

* Eric turns around to see a semi tall blonde girl with with streak of red in it and a pair of blue glasses. Her outfit itself was a dress straight out of Macbeth*

Eric: Hello im Eric King im the Ultimate Framed Criminal. And you are?

???: It's nice to meeteth thee Eric. I am Julia Caesar. The Ultimate Shakespearean Actor.

Eric: Well its nice to meet you Julia. Do you remember anything before finding yourself here?

Julia: The last thing i recall wast that I just finished a showeth and i wast resting in mine dressing room. Then i hath felt a blow on mine headeth and at which hour i awoke i wast hither.

Eric: I'm sorry to hear that Julia. I wonder what is this place. *Eric turns around to look around and Julia sees the design on the back of his shirt*

Julia: The evil of sir *With a shriek of fear she runs away*

Eric: "Well so much for making knew friends"

???: Don't worry she a nut job.

???2: Yea totally wackadoo

*Eric turn to see to girls behind him. The first wore a white lab coat with a black shirt that has a graphic of the rib cage on it, simple black pants, and black shoes. She also wore a pair of googles on her head*

???: Hello mr spooky. My name is Lacey Carson, The Ultimate Coroner. You know like dead bodies and stuff. And miss sunshine next to me is Aurélie Deshaies, the Ultimate Grave Robber.

Aurélie: I can speak for myself corpse breath. And you, who are you start talking.

Eric: im Eric the Ultimate framed criminal.

Aurélie: You got to be kidding me. Your either a terrible liar or so incompetent that you manage to be the fall guy. Either way your a worthless idiot.

Lacey: Idk. He's kinda cute. I bet if i was able to open him up he'd look even cuter. The idea of him on my table with nothing but a blanket to cover him, his chest exposed, body cold.... *She's visibly drooling*

Aurélie: oh please the only way this loser is worth something is if you sell him for parts.

* They then began arguing Erics worth so he took the opportunity to look for someone else to talk to. He spots a very tall and lanky boy who was at least 6 feet tall. He had what could only be described a a pinocchio nose. Hes wearing a green visor and several headsets and headpieces. His brown and disheveled hair was tuck under a round cap. He wore a salmon dress shirt under blue overalls. He was talking to another boy who wore jeans with a simple white shirt under an unbuttoned denim shirt. His hair is light brown and is in a feathered hairstyle. Eric approaches them and introduces himself to the pair.

Eric: Hey guys im Eric the Ultimate Framed Criminal

The tall one: Hiddy ho Ericrino. My name is Aarav Ulmuka the Ultimate Information Broker and this sly brother is Derek Wood the White hat Hacker

Eric: Nice to meet you guys. Whats the last thing either of you remember.

Aarav: I mustve been kidnapped in my sleep. Im a heavy sleepy and i just finished watching a amazing Three's company marathon with gramps.

Derek: I was making a sandwich and someone broke in and knocked me out. Needless to say we all are in a dire situation.

Aarav: Come on guys. This is probably some prank or like a secret reality show. I bet thats what it is. It'll explain all the cameras around here. You know what, imma go talk to the ladies. So just calm down chill and Cut it out *does the cut it out hand symbols*

*Aarav proceeds to try to hit on Julia. Eric was about to walk away too when Derek pulled him closer*

Derek: Listen man. Imma level with you. Doesn't this all seem a little familiar. Lile killing game familiar. Im suggesting a alliance. You watch my back and vice versa. Im not saying we hurt anybody just that we protect each other.

Eric: I can agree to that. So partner what should i do next.

Derek: First lets agree to keep this secret. Second you might want to talk to her *Derek points to a girl wearing cargo shorts. Has a zipped vest over a polka dotted long sleeved shirt. She is is currently playing with the lighter.

Eric: Alright wish me luck. *Eric goes and introduces himself to the girl*

???: Ultimate Framed Criminal huh. Sounds like bullshit. Here is some advice from Laurette Goode the Ultimate Pyromaniac, lying won't help. Like before i was here i was in a cell cause i burned down a library. I didn't make up shit. Just took on the consequences head on.

Eric: But i didn't do anything. I am innocent

Laurette: *She snorts and says* sure thats why your locked up with the rest of us. If your were smart you'd get your head out of you ass and stop your denial

*Eric was too angry to respond so he quickly walks away as Laurette grumbles something about a disappointing lack of lighter fluid. As he walks away he almost trips over a boy who was doing push ups on the floor. *

Eric: Sorry about that man * the boy gets up allowing eric to see his whole look. His apparel consist of black wrestling tights with scratches the look like claw marks ripping through them. He wears no shirt but does have a wrestling title over his shoulder. On his head he wore a golden lion mask with the top removes to show off his long golden hair.*

???: No problem amigo. It was an accident. Besides what kind of a man would i be if i let that bother me. Anyway, my name is lion of gold but you can call me Carlos Rodriguez. Im the Ultimate Luchadore.

Eric: Nice to meet you Carlos. Though i wish we met in nicer circumstances. Whats the last thing you remember before being here.

Carlos: I was jumped after retaining my title for the 200th time. Let me ask you somethin amigo. Are you afraid.

Eric: After all i been through i don't think i can't not be afraid.

Carlos: *Carlos immediately wraps a arm around his shoulders and said in a hero voice* don't worry my frightened friend for your have not only Mexico's champion on your side, YOU HAVE THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!

Eric: Ummm thanks

Carlos: No problem amigo. I could never let down a fan.

Eric: "As i walk away to the next person all i could think a bout was the fact i didn't have the heart to tell him i don't like wrestling."

* The next person i ran into had light blue hair that covers one eye. He Wears a long dark blue jacket that goes past his knees, and has hazel eyes. he seemed like a very quiet and calm person. The girl he was talking to wore Short black hair cut in a man’s hairstlye, her appearance resembles that of a pretty boy. Her skin is somewhat tanned, make-up-less, and her eyes a dark, almost black, brown. Her clothes seem to have been picked out from the male section of the store, consisting of a comfy dark grey hoodie over a white dress shirt and tie, tucked into black slacks and a belt.

Short hair girl: I know it seems ridiculous but im really seriously worried.

Eric: I dont mean to Interrupt. My name is Eric King. Im the Ultimate Framed Criminal. Are you okay?

Blue hair boy: Hello Eric. My name is Ereth Decalvio, I'm the Ultimate Librarian. The young lady who is hyperventilating beside me is Piper Lalumiere, the Ultimate Bartender. Apparently she was prepping her family bar when she was drugged and brought here. Now she's freaking out over nonissues.

Piper: Its not a now issue. My family is gonna be pissed that i left the bar unattended. What if someone ransacked the place. I love that bar, I don't want to see it destroyed.

Eric: Piper if i may, you do realised you were kidnapped right. Im sure your family is way more focused finding you safe and sound then the well being of a few drinks.

Piper: *soft blush* Your probably right. Thank you.

Ereth: *rolls eyes* Ive been telling you that for the past ten minutes.

Piper: Yea.... But he did it better.

Eric: *Slight blush* Well anyway, tell me about yourself Ereth.

Ereth: *sigh* fine. I'm from a small native American reserve in California. The last thing i remember was going through my library and then i start to smell gas. Now im here playing to twenty questions. Now if you don't mind i don't want to talk to you guys anymore. *He abruptly walks away*

Piper: Don't mind him he's just shy or an asshole. To be honest I haven't decided yet. Anyways thanks for calming me down i really appreciate it.

Eric: Anytime Piper. Well i got to introduce myself to more people. Well talk later okay.

Piper: Alright have fun

*With that He walks towards the nearest person he hasn't spoken to yet. That happen to a semi tall boy with brown hair cut short and a small brown beard. His clothes could only be described as practical. He wore simple jeans and tee shirt with a light jacket over it. He had a seriously look about him so Eric decided to introduce himself.*

???: Nice to meet you Eric. Now listen carefully. How do you feel? Do you have any injuries. Are tou dazed? Feeling sick?

Eric: umm no. I was a little disorientated when i woke up but that passed.

???:....... *The boys serious face turns into one of carefree joy.* Sweet man. Yo sorry for the third degree you can never be to safe you know. Anywho my name is Charles Stark the Ultimate Survivalist.

Eric: "That's one hell of a attitude change huh" Nice to meet you man. Listen i dont mean to scare you but do you think someone might be trying recreate the killing game-

Charles: Dude imma stop you right there. Your overreacting. Im sure this is just some prank or like a fucked up Japanese gameshow. So lets talk about stuff that matter, like how there so many hotties around here. Come on dont act coy. I saw you flirting with the bartender.

Eric: *Eric simply pats Charles shoulder* I gotta go man

Charles: Alright bro. Catch you later.

*Eric then spot a large boy. Built like a tank. He had large muscular frame, thin stable on chin, calloused hands, kind green eyes, a timid smile, tattoo of a red rose on his left shoulder. He wore dirty jeans and a dirty tank top. Eric introduces himself*

???: Hello. My name is Amaranth Begonia the Ultimate Gardener. Mr. King do you know why we are here? I don't understand. I was tending to my garden when i smelt something terrible then i woke here. Please Mr. King you have to help me. I'm scared. *Amaranth began weeping

Eric: "This poor guy is losing it" Hey buddy, im sure this is all some big misunderstanding. Im gonna go introduce myself to more people but if you need anything you let me know.

*Amaranth proceeds to stop crying and smile. He then grabs Eric into a big bear hug*

Amaranth: Thank you Mr. King. Your a true friend.

*After a full minute of trying to escape his new friends grasp he was able to meet a new person. A girl with Long flowing blond hair that ends around her knees. She has a bun at the back of her head. She also has a

small ahoge on the front-side of her headband. She wears a

knee-length maid dress with a white apron. There is a bow on the back. She has cream coloured eyes and a nice

Pair of bangs. She has black tights with black high-heels. She also has a maid headband.*

Eric: Hello my name is Eric King. Im guessing by your outfit your the Ultimate maid.

???: Ye..yes. My na...name is Mitzuki Akina

Eric: So Mitzuki do you remember anything before showing up here?

Mitzuki: Yes but im afraid i rath...rather not say sir.

Eric: Are you sur-

Mitzuki: Fine you twisted my arm. I was standing trial because of a stupid mistake. I WAS STUPID. STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!

Eric: Calm down. Its okay Mitzuki i was in a similar situation. I was on death row for crimes i didn't do. Listen to me, I believe you.

Mitzuki: *slowly stops crying* You do. Thank you so muc- wait you were on death row. CRIMINAL! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! *And with that she ran away in total fear*

???: I wouldn't feel to bad if i were you. She's done this several times now.

*Eric turns around to see a girl with long black hair that goes just past chest, and wore pitch black pants and shirt. Very simple yet intimidating*

???: I'm gonna cut through the bullshit and say who are you, whats your talent and whats the last thing you remember?

Eric: Eric King, I'm the Ultimate Framed Criminal, Last thing I remember i was about to be executed on the chair.

???: Okay. All you need to know is my name Naelee Yamato the Ultimate Astronomer. I'm gonna go to investigate some more but fair warning. If I find out you have anything to do with this I will finish what the government started. *with those chilling words Naelee left*

*the only person left for Eric to meet was a boy who had be in the corner of the room watching everyone closely. He had messy brown hair man, with a milky white complex, brown blazer on top of a red button-up shirt, black formal pants, a pair of clean black leather shoes, a golden engagement ring and a small scar in his left eye. Eric introduces himself.*

???: Ultimate Framed Criminal huh. Thats fascinating. So many questions. Why you? How did they set it up? Oh but enough of the fun stuff. My name is Jack Miller the Ultimate Blackmailer.

Eric: So what do you make of this situation?

Jack: My guess some kind of social experiment. I mean ther such diversity and the fact we are being called Ultimates. All i can say is i hope its over quickly. I have more important things to be doing.

*Before Eric could respond the intercom turn on*

???: Great your all here. Please turn your attention to the desk at the front of the room.

*We all look at the desk and after a few moments, A stuffed bear jumps out from behind the desk.*

???: Hello prisoners. I'm your warden, Monokuma.

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Part 1: https://aj-soto.tumblr.com/post/185437817323/danganronpa-prison-break-prologue-part-1