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queenshelby · 7 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 14)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Over the past few weeks, Cillian struggled quite significantly with the fact that he had lost his wife Danielle and Max, the young boy he did not father but whom he considered to be his son. Cillian also struggled with the fact that he had, under the directions of his sister and lawyer Siobhan, cut all ties with you.

She believed that continuing any form of relationship with you would only serve to harm his reputation in court and jeopardize his chance of winning some form of access rights over Max who she now knew was not Cillian's biological son.

"When she called, did she say how she was?" Cillian asked, referring to the phone call Siobhan took on his phone. The person who had called was you but Siobhan refused to hand Cillian the phone but, instead, told you to not call Cillian again.

She warned you about calling ever again, stating that doing so would result in receiving a cease-and-desist order from her office. Stunned and confused, you hung up the phone with little knowledge of how to handle the complicated situation you now faced. Not only were you pregnant with Cillian's baby, but you also had been ordered to avoid any contact with him due to the potential fallout.

"Siobhan, how is she?" Cillian asked again since his sister did not respond to his question the first time around.

"Did she seem alright, on the phone?" he wanted to know and this question caught Siobhan off guard slightly, prompting her to shift in her seat uneasily. She too did not know that you were pregnant and responded sternly to her brother's query.

She hesitated briefly, choosing her words carefully. "She was fine. Stop caring about her, Cillian," she told him but Cillian couldn't help but worry.

"Danielle sent her to hospital, so of course I care," he retorted, causing Siobhan to sigh.

"Yes she did, because you fucked her, in your marital bed," Siobhan blurted out vehemently. "Y/N did not bring a charge against Danielle and, thus far, Danielle hasn't mentioned Y/N's existence in court. We will want to keep it this way. No one needs to know about your affair with a 19-year old woman!" Siobhan barked furiously, slamming her palm onto the table in frustration. She understood that Cillian was deeply troubled and struggling with his own demons, but bringing such scandal into light may cause irreparable damage to his image - not to mention risking the legal case against his ex-wife Danielle.

"I know. I fucked up, okay?" Cillian confessed, finally admitting his guilt. It felt good to get it off his chest, though it did nothing to alleviate the weight pressing down on his shoulders. His family was falling apart, leaving him broken and unable to fully process the painful truth.

"But my brother and his wife kicked her out. That's at least what Paddy told me. And I want to know if she is doing okay. That's all," Cillian persisted firmly, refusing to let go of his concern for you.

Siobhan looked at her brother, irritated by his determination to cling onto feelings for you.

"Y/N is fine. Now leave it alone, Cillian," she commanded, standing up to assert herself more clearly. "You aren't in love with her, are you?" his sister questioned worriedly.

Cillian swallowed hard, contemplating his answer. "No... no, I am not. But I do feel responsible for helping her, especially given our circumstances," he admitted honestly, recognizing the gravity of the situation you were entangled in. Siobhan's eyes narrowed suspiciously, sensing something deeper behind her brother's words.

"And why do you think that is?" she pressed gently, seeking clarification and Cillian bit his lip, still unsure himself.

"Maybe because she is young. She is only nineteen and she is family," Cillian explained sheepishly, casting his gaze away from his sister's judgmental stare.

"And yet, this didn't deter you from having sex with her now, did it?" Siobhan continued her accusatory approach, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Of course not! You just think with your cock, don't you?" she spat derisively.

Her response struck Cillian speechless, causing his face to flush red with embarrassment and shame. Even in the heat of passion, he could never imagine things would escalate to this level.

"As I said, getting involved with her was a mistake

." Cillian murmured, looking downwards to avoid eye contact. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, feeling guilty and ashamed. What he was thinking of doing wasn't right and he knew that deep down, however much his desire consumed him.

In contrast, Siobhan showed no remorse, remaining unwaveringly firm in her convictions. "Well, then you need to fix this mess. And stop talking to her. She doesn't matter, anymore" Siobhan demanded harshly, her eyes cold and unforgiving and Cillian promised her not to enquire any further until, another two weeks later, and much to Siobhan's surprise, Danielle brought your name up in court.

This unexpected development threw everyone into chaos as this affair between him and you put him into an extremely bad light.

For someone whose career revolved primarily around his strong public persona, it seemed like a death sentence for Cillian's career as well as his court case and, with that, Siobhan's instructions suddenly changed.

She had to go into damage control and, in order to make Cillian look any better to the public and the judge, she now encouraged him to get you to take the stand and talk about the fact that Danielle had pushed you down the stairs.

Siobhan hoped that presenting evidence of violence perpetrated by Cillian’s estranged wife might discredit claims made during their divorce proceedings, painting Cillian in a somewhat sympathetic light amidst these allegations surrounding his sexual tryst with you.

"So, after almost six weeks now, you want me to call her? Seriously?" Cillian exclaimed incredulously, raising his eyebrows in shock. He hadn't expected this turn of events, particularly coming from his sister. The mere thought of you taking the witness stand filled him with anxiety.

"Yes. Now that Danielle brought up the affair with her, she needs to tell everyone about the assault so that I can make sure that the judge knows that Danielle isn't capable to have sole custody for Max," Siobhan

reasoned reluctantly. She understood the importance of providing evidence in court to support her client's argument, even when it meant potentially damaging her brother's already precarious reputation.

Cillian nodded solemnly, knowing full well that there was little choice left for them. With everything spiralling out of control, they had to rely on your testimony. "Alright, but she might say no. I ignored her for six weeks and now that I need her help, I am actually calling her. It is an asshole move," Cillian muttered bitterly beneath his breath, resentfully picking up his cellphone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed your number, anticipation building inside him. Would you agree to testify? How much had this whole mess affected you? So many questions flooded his brain, weighing heavy upon his heart.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded cautious over the line, uncertainty evident in its tone. You were surprised by Cillian's call and wondered whether he had found out about your pregnancy.

"What do you want?" you thus asked after he simply said "hi" but nothing else as you were trying to hide your fear.

Cillian cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Look, Y/N, I realize I acted badly towards you recently, but please understand that my life has become quite complicated lately," he began sincerely.

"Well, so has mine and whilst I wanted to talk with you about it, your sister shut me off," you countered, your voice growing angrier.

Your hostility took Cillian aback momentarily, but he steeled himself, deciding to remain composed despite your barbed remarks. "I know, but her intentions weren't malicious; believe me," he pleaded earnestly.

There was genuine desperation in his voice, hoping that you would forgive him eventually, but you simply couldn't.

"I don't care Cillian," you snapped sharply, your temper flaring quickly. "All you ever wanted was to use me – both emotionally and physically. And once shit hit the fan, you discarded me without any second thoughts," you yelled through the phone, unable to hold back your anger any longer. "I needed you in the past few weeks because, not only was I kicked out of my family's home, I also found out that I am pregnant," you revealed, fighting back tears.

This revelation caught him completely off guard, leaving him reeling. He paused for several seconds, processing this news. Then, he spoke slowly, "You are what?" Cillian repeated, barely able to register your startling announcement. He struggled to maintain composure, his thoughts racing wildly.

"I am pregnant," you confirmed again, allowing the enormity of the statement to sink in.

Cillian's entire world came crashing down around him as he realized that, somehow, the nights he spent with you resulted in a child growing inside of you. This wasn't how he intended things to happen, but here they were, a result of their recklessness and ignorance.

"Am I the father?" Cillian hesitated briefly, attempting to compose himself. However, you cut him off mid-sentence, responding impassionedly, "Of course you are the fucking father. I never slept with anyone else and you should know that!"

You vehemently defended yourself, adding insult to injury. "But don't worry, I am booked in for a termination procedure next week. Problem solved!" you said and the cruelty of those words cut deeply into Cillian's heart. All that time he had been selfishly obsessed with his own wants and desires, failing to consider the potential consequences - including yours. Realization dawned on him gradually, hitting him squarely in the face like a sledgehammer.

"Please wait… No, Y/N. Don't terminate. We will sort this out together," he implored urgently, panic creeping into his voice.

You fell silent, taken aback by his sudden change of attitude.

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to keep the baby?" you asked skeptically, astonished at the idea.

Cillian couldn't believe what he heard either. Was this truly happening? "Yes, I know it's asking a lot, but give me a chance to figure this out," he replied earnestly, attempting to convey his sincerity in wanting to be part of this child's life.

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You are insane, Cillian! Why would you ask me to keep this child? I just finished school, and the last thing I need is more responsibility. Not only that, I haven't spoken to my mother since all this happened. I have no money. No permanent housing. No career," you argued vehemently, frustrated with the prospect of carrying a baby conceived outside a relationship.

Cillian listened intently, struggling to find the right words to assuage your concerns.

"I will take full financial responsibility if you decide to carry the baby to term and I can take care of the our child whenever you need me to. Every day even. I will buy you a house. I'll pay for anything you need," Cillian offered determinedly, clutching onto hope.

"Cillian, I am not ready to be a parent," you retorted, still clearly angry and hurt.

"Then let me have the child," he persisted gently, understanding your apprehension.

"What?" you asked, confused. Could Cillian really provide for everything you need and want? You didn't trust him, but something about his offer felt...different. Maybe it was his insistence, maybe it was his determination, or perhaps, it could have been the hint of vulnerability in his voice that gave you pause.

After a long silence, you finally answered, "Listen, I think we should meet and talk about this in person. You clearly lost the plot."

Cillian agreed readily, relieved that you seemed open to discussion. "Whenever suits you, just let me know." There was hopeful expectation in his voice.

All he ever wanted was a family but, when him and Danielle tried to have a child together, it never happened. She never carried to term and, after that, she never fell pregnant again. Perhaps their DNA was simply not compatible and, according to the specialists, he was the one to blame.

In the end, Danielle had a child with another man and Cillian loved this child as if he was his own. This child's name was Max and Max was Cillian's world. From then onwards, Cillian dedicated himself fully to raising Max, making it a priority to ensure that his son knew he adored him.

He knew that he could do the same for this child, the one you were now carrying inside you. The child that was his.

Cillian couldn't believe it was true. Here was a possibility, albeit unexpected, to rectify some of the mistakes he made earlier. After all the wrong turns he took throughout his journey, he hoped this situation could lead him closer to becoming the kind of father he always wished to be. The irony was striking, considering he initially sought comfort elsewhere. But now, fate was presenting him with a unique opportunity—one which held unimaginable weight. He had to make this right and was determined to do whatever it takes.

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meear · 1 year

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The state of siblings in HP&the Deathly Hallows

Deathly Hallows is the book that shines a (new) light on every sibling in the story.

This is where we see Lily and Petunia's childhood, we learn about Aberforth and Albus' story, we read about Regulus' death, Percy's return (and even, to some extent, Harry and Dudley's goodbye, though of course they were never raised as siblings nor did they ever consider each other as such, but they did grow up under the same roof). This is the book where Ron finally confronts his insecurities, by destroying the locket who was throwing all of his family issues back into his face.

We finally meet Andromeda, the last Black sister, and we have Bellatrix mention her ("We—Narcissa and I—have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood"). In HP7, Molly even tells Harry that Fabian was her brother, which is something the reader never knew

I often see people drawing parallels between Sirius&Regulus and Lily&Petunia, both of these pairs being estranged siblings, but... They really don't have that much in common.

I've never seen anyone commenting on the Blacks' similarities to the Weasleys (by which I mean Percy) and the Dumbledores, when these three families have SO much more to offer. I think about them so often you do not understand. I don't even know where to begin. I've ended up putting a bunch of dialogue from the book, so it's a bit lengthy, but long story short:

Albus, Aberforth, Sirius, Regulus and Percy make me feel insane

Percy and Albus, two brillant, ambitious and arrogant young men, who felt trapped, who thought they were destined for more than the condition their family had condemned them to, who were desperate to leave their home and get their chance to shine despite their father's awful reputation, even by supporting corrupt ideals. Read what Dumbledore tells Harry at the end of HP7, and tell me it couldn't have come out straight of Percy's mouth:

"I resented it, Harry. I was gifted, I was brilliant. I wanted to escape. I wanted to shine. I wanted glory [...] So that, when my mother died, and I was left the responsibility of a damaged sister and a wayward brother, I returned to my village in anger and bitterness. Trapped and wasted, I thought!"

"[Percy] said he’s been having to struggle against Dad’s lousy reputation ever since he joined the Ministry and that Dad’s got no ambition and that’s why we’ve always been — you know — not had a lot of money"

Mind you, there's a bit of Sirius in it too, Sirius who also left. We learn about Percy and Sirius at around the same time (the beginning of Ootp, chapters 4 and 6) and I don't think it's a coincidence (edit: forgot to mention it but there's even a chapter named "Percy and Padfoot" in that book). Here's what Ron says:

"And if Mum and Dad were going to become traitors to the Ministry [Percy] was going to make sure everyone knew he didn’t belong to our family anymore. And he packed his bags the same night and left."

" 'You ran away from home?' 'When I was about sixteen,' said Sirius. 'I’d had enough.' "

"As far as I’m concerned, they’re not my family. She’s certainly not my family. [...] D’you think I’m proud of having relatives like her?”

Fred and George were angry at their older brother for putting his ambitions above his family and morals (I'm Percy's #1 fan and defender btw), and Aberforth was furious with Albus for the same reason. Again, this reads like something that Ron could've said about Percy, the pompous little snob (i love him):

Sirius and Percy are also not present on the family pictures:

"A photograph of the Weasley family stood beside the in-tray. Harry noticed that Percy appeared to have walked out of it."

" “I used to be there,” said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn."

"Not Albus, he was always up in his bedroom when he was home, reading his books and counting his prizes, keeping up with his correspondence with ‘the most notable magical names of the day’ "

It's just that Percy and Albus betrayed their family by supporting wrong causes and Sirius betrayed his family by supporting the right one. but Regulus' support was an act of loyalty to his family. Aberforth and Kreacher tell Harry about Albus and Regulus' former goals:

"Didn’t I understand, my poor sister wouldn’t have to be hidden once they’d changed the world, and led the wizards out of hiding, and taught the Muggles their place?"

"For years [Master Regulus] talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Muggle-borns...."

I know I've been comparing Albus to Sirius, both of them being the oldest brother, but really Albus' ideological progression and death most resemble Regulus'. (both Black brothers share traits with both Dumbledores really). though of course, Harry didn't let Ron and Hermione make excuses for Dumbledore just because he was young:

" 'it’s an awful thought that Dumbledore’s ideas helped Grindelwald rise to power. But on the other hand, even Rita can’t pretend that they knew each other for more than a few months one summer when they were both really young, and— '

'I thought you’d say that,' said Harry."

" 'Dumbledore being pals with Grindelwald, but now it’s just something to laugh about for people who didn’t like Dumbledore, and a bit of a slap in the face for everyone who though he was such a good bloke. I don’t know that it’s such a big deal, though. He was really young when they— '

'Our age,' said Harry"

" 'He was a Death Eater,' said Harry. 'Sirius told me about him, he joined up when he was really young and then got cold feet and tried to leave' "

(i would like it on record that the exact expression "really young" is found thrice in HP7, two of them being about Albus, the last one about Regulus. i'm so incredibly normal about this)

"and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord"

"[Dumbledore] changed, Harry, he changed! It’s as simple as that! Maybe he did believe those things when he was seventeen"

"I know what you’re going to say, she went on as Harry began to protest, that Regulus changed his mind . . ."

Albus and Regulus were two misguided brothers who both drank the drink of despair in the Inferi cave before dying, the only two wizards to have done so. Not only that, both of them had actually planned their own death; though it was a secret only known by the one who had assisted them (the chapters revealing the truth about Regulus and Albus are literally called "Kreacher's tale" and "the Prince's tale", like they're referencing each other, I'm in my incredibly delusional era right now). They started something (the same thing, in fact) they could not see through to the end, and "faced death in the hope" someone else would finish it:

"We want to finish the work Master Regulus started, we want to—er—ensure that he didn’t die in vain"

"he left me a job [...] Your brother knew how to finish You-Know-Who and he passed the knowledge on to me"

Both Sirius and Aberforth hated their brother's choices, but actually (as Harry told Aberforth) neither of them fully understood their brother's last moments. and because they didn't have that knowledge, neither of them ever gained a complete understanding of their brother:

"And Albus was free, wasn’t he? Free of the burden of his sister, free to become the greatest wizard of the— '

'He was never free,' said Harry."

"From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out."

"And he drank— all the potion— and Kreacher swapped the lockets"

"The night that your brother died, he drank a potion that drove him out of his mind."

"He thought he was watching Grindelwald hurting you and Ariana... It was torture to him, if you’d seen him then, you wouldn’t say he was free."

"Kreacher and Regulus’s family were all safest if they kept to the old pure-blood line. Regulus was trying to protect them all."

You know who ELSE "was never free" though??

I ask, but you already know.

" 'I don’t like being back here,” [Sirius] said, staring across the drawing room. 'I never thought I’d be stuck in this house again.' "

"I returned to my village in anger and bitterness. Trapped and wasted, I thought!"

Albus was never free. Sirius was never free either.

But wait! there's more!

"But Harry, his mother had just died, he was stuck alone in the house— '

'Alone? He wasn’t alone! He had his brother and sister for company, his Squib sister he was keeping locked up— ' "

Of course, knowing this about Albus Dumbledore, this scene at the end of OotP might hit a bit different:

“ 'I was trying to keep Sirius alive,' said Dumbledore quietly.

'People don’t like being locked up!' Harry said furiously, rounding on him. 'You did it to me all last summer —'

Dumbledore closed his eyes and buried his face in his long-fingered hands. "

Now do I think there's a link between Albus&Sirius being stuck in the house and Dumbledore keeping his sister locked up to protect her life and keeping Sirius locked up to protect his life... maybe it wasn't intentional, or maybe it was; either way, it's very juicy to think about, and Dumbledore's reaction after what Harry says? if there's even the slightest possibility he might have been thinking about Ariana...I'm EATING this up.

Let us not forget about Percy Weasley though. In the end, both Percy and Albus came to their senses, though not without losing a younger sibling, Fred and Ariana. Is it possible that Albus saw a bit of himself in Percy at the time? Maybe, maybe not, but he did try to comfort Molly about Percy:

" 'Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right,' said Hermione. 'I heard him telling your mum, Ron.' "

"Reality returned in the form of my rough, unlettered, and infinitely more admirable brother. I did not want to hear the truths he shouted at me."

So yeah, they made wrong choices, but again, that doesn't mean they can't change:

" 'I was an idiot, I was a pompous prat, I was a— a— '

'Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron, said Fred. "

"Stupid idiot . . . he joined the Death Eaters."

" 'Don’t worry about Percy,' said Sirius abruptly. 'He’ll come round.' "

Remember the previous comparison between Albus and Percy, about both of them being the stuck-up pretentious brother?

"It was a porapous little sign, neatly lettered by hand - the sort of thing that Percy Weasley might have stuck on his bedroom door: Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black"

I think about this description a normal amount, the exact amount of thought warranted for such a short, inconsequential description, in fact

Another thing Deathly Hallows did was challenging our perception of Sirius and Albus (granted, mostly Albus) by developing a younger brother who, against all odds, might have been more admirable than them in certain aspects. when Regulus and Aberforth are first mentioned, one is a cowardly Death Eater and the other is implied to be a goat-fucker. alright. and yet, if you only read the last book, you end up having a more positive impression of Aberforth and Regulus than of their older brothers, to the point where Albus and Sirius even get compared to Voldemort. Interestingly, I feel like Albus makes an indirect reference to Kreacher here:

"That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing."

of course Regulus was not brought up in his last conversation with Harry, but there really isn't anyone else this comment could refer to, and it does echo "Kreacher's tale" nicely:

"Of course, Voldemort would have considered the ways of house-elves far beneath his notice . . . It would never have occurred to him that they might have magic that he didn’t."

"I’ve said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves. Well, Voldemort did . . . and so did Sirius."

"Sirius was horrible to Kreacher, Harry, and it’s no good looking like that, you know it’s true"

"He’s loyal to people who are kind to him, and Mrs. Black must have been, and Regulus certainly was"

"my rough, unlettered, and infinitely more admirable brother"

"Was I better, ultimately, than Voldemort?"

"Master Regulus always liked Kreacher."

"The barman face was impassive. After a few moments he said,

'I’m sorry to hear it, I liked that elf.' "

Sirius and Albus really wanted to distance themselves from the reminders of their home, and as a result, they weren't always decent people. Of course I don't believe for a second Sirius and Albus were actually as bad as Riddle. they both did fucked up things, so did Regulus who joined the Death Eaters and Aberforth who suggested using Slytherin students as hostages (tf), so I'm not saying one amongst these four is obviously better than the others, but. this reversal is still really interesting.

The fact that Aberforth was helping Harry through Sirius' mirror. The fact that one of Albus' names is Percival. Hell, let's reach even further, Albus meaning "white" and Sirius&Regulus' last name being "black".

Like I'm sorry, but to me this is cinema.

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gxdsfavgal · 1 year

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Do you miss it?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, kinda fanon Rafe, just a little blurb

A/N: sign this petition to help stop the Willow Project

I was back. The Pogues were back. We were back.

We wanted it to feel the same, coming home back to Kildare. It didn't. We tried to hide it from everyone, but we missed that deserted island.

My family wasn't the happiest when I arrived back at our front door, dirtied tank top and shorts, smelling rancid of salt water and sweat. Sure, they were happy I was safe but seeing that I ran away with Pogues?

For the sake of having a good reputation on the island, they welcomed me home with wide arms. Outside of the house we were the perfect family, but inside it was arguments and thrown vases.

It was never like this before. We were a close family, always having Movie Night Sundays or our weekly family brunch at The Dunes. We truly were the perfect family, but I ruined that.

Here I was, sat at the bar of the Island Club just trying to drink away my problems in clean clothes and a clean body.

On the tv the local news showed the photos of the Pogues and I, happily saying that we arrived safely and are no longer missing. The bar tender giving me my drink on the house.

"Look who's back." I heard a very familiar voice from behind me.

I quickly stood up and grabbed my drink, not turning to see who it was.

"I just want to talk." he reached me with long strides and grabbed my free wrist.

With a tug of his arm, I now faced him. That grin plastered on his face as he rocked the same clean shaven head from the last time I saw him.

"If you're gonna hurt me because I pushed you off your boat and left you, just do it." I stood up straight as I chugged my drink, slamming the empty cup onto the nearest table and closing my eyes waiting for a hit.

When I felt no pain, I opened one eye to see that Rafe was just standing there confused and trying to hold in his laugh.

"You think i'ma hit you?" he tilted his head to the side with that signature grin.

"I shoved you off your boat yada yada yada." I rolled my eyes now regretting finishing off my drink.

"I just want to talk." he pulled out the chair of the open table.

I looked at him with squinted eyes, seeing if he had any ulterior motives. He motioned for me to sit so I riskily pulled the seat out and sat, not scooting the seat in so I had an easy access to run if it came to that point.

"Look, if you're gonna ask where the copy of the diary is it was ruined okay. Fucking rain." I sighed out and my knee bounced waiting for what's to come.

"Why'd you push me off?" he asked, his elbows leaning on the wooded surface.

"Because you said you would only help me and not my friends, that includes your little sister." I crossed my arms.

"What happened to you?" he examined my face.

I felt my cheeks blush at his closeness.

"Nothing changed Rafe."

"Everything changed." He sat back in his chair, legs spread and arms crossed. "Everything changed once you thought you were a Pogue."

"I'm not a Kook or a Pogue." I rubbed my face at the thought of not belonging to a certain group. "I just did what was right."

We sat in silence. The other waiting for the other one to speak up.

"Do you miss it?" he asked, he was genuine.

"Miss?" I cocked my head to the side with furrowed brows.

"Having a perfect family, going golfing every weekend with us, having a nice and safe home? Do you miss being a Kook?"

His words took all the air out of my lungs. It was like I was deep underwater and I couldn't find the light.

I didn't know I had to hear those words, but now I realized how much I've lost. I don't have that life anymore and I'll never get it back.

The stinging in my eye is what snapped me out of my trance, my eyes looking up at Rafe's blue ones as they were wide. As the tear hit my cheek, I grabbed onto the table to push myself out of my seat moving as fast as I could to my car.

I struggled with all the keychains on my lanyard to find my key fob. My tears were never ending, just streams down my face as I breathed heavily to my car door.

And of course with my luck, my car wasn't unlocking. I just broke down and let all my emotions take over me in the parking lot of the Island Club.

"I- I didn't mean to trigger you." I heard Rafe say as I sat on the gravel next to the driver door.

I looked up at him with my mascara running down my cheeks. He let out a hand for me to grab so he can pull me up, I took it willingly. I swiped all of the dirt and dust off my ass and wiped my tears with the back of my hands.

"This also isn't your car." he spoke out as he pointed to my car on the next row, it was the same model and color of course I got the wrong one.

I quietly laughed into my hands as I didn't want to seem more unstable.

He grabbed my lanyard from my hands and walked towards my car as I followed behind him. He opened the driver door and hopped in, turning on my car for me before hopping back out.

"Thank you, and sorry you had to see me like that." I rocked awkwardly on the balls of my feet.

"I've seen you cry because you wanted an electric car so you didn't contribute to carbon emissions, this is nothing new." he tried to lighten the mood. "Besides, I'm just glad you're home safe."

I sat in the drivers seat but with my body still turned to Rafe that stood right outside of my door.

"I truly hope you get what you're looking for, and I'm not talking about the gold and treasure Rafe."

I closed the door and shifted into drive, leaving Rafe in the parking lot to think about my words.

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cyarskaren52 · 9 months

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Babyyyyyyyy this is some soap opera level Rich White People mess HERE. He told her ass “I know you’re in love with him sexually and mentally” IN FRONT OF THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

Italian high society in shock as millionaire banker throws ultra exclusive engagement party at Turin villa - only to make accusations against fiancée in his speech

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Millionaire banker Massimo Segre accused his fiancee of cheating on him in front of distinguished guests

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Italian high society has been left reeling after the wedding of a millionaire banker in Turin took a dark turn, when the groom accused his bride of cheating in a speech at the engagement party causing a huge public spat between the pair.

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Massimo Segre, 64, gathered guests at his mansion in Turin, to celebrate his upcoming nuptials to Cristina Seymandi, 47.

But instead of the usual loving speech you may expect to hear about a bride-to-be, Massimo instead accused his future wife of cheating, to the shock of Torinese high society.

Over a lavish banquet, he said: 'I want to give Cristina the freedom to love.

'Specifically, to love another person; a notable lawyer, who she clearly cares about more than me'.

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'Dear Cristina, I know how much you are in love with him mentally and sexually,' he added.

'And I know that before him you had a relationship with an industrialist acquaintance.'

Stunned, Cristina looks around the room of some 150 guests for support as her fiancé shares painful photos of his partner with another man.

'Don't think it pleases me to look like a cuckold in front of all of you,' Massimo then tells his friends, clearly devastated by his partner's alleged betrayal as the event goes silent.

'Cristina is so good at telling her truths, that I couldn't leave her alone to narrate the reason why I'm ending [our] life together tonight.

'It's a banal story of infidelity, even premarital. I am so disappointed,' he says. 'I am heartbroken.'

View galleryMassimo was seen reading a prepared speech in Turin about his wife's alleged infidelities

View galleryA moment of shock as Cristina looks around, accused of having an affair with a lawyer

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He then wishes her well, before telling her to go to Mykonos with her lover, as it is already paid for.

As soon as the speech finished, the lights dimmed and Massimo left the stage.

Italian media reported that guests were annoyed at being 'used' as part of the show.

Stunned guests stared on in silence unsure what to think.

Since the engagement party, a video taken by one of the guests has gone viral, leading to Cristina to become the subject of death threats.

In a letter to the director of the Zona Bianca TV news programme, Christina said Massimo had committed an act of 'psychological violence' and had 'meticulously planned his revenge'.

She added that she had a valuable sapphire ring given to her by Massimo's mother to mark their engagement which had 'mysteriously disappeared' 15 days before the party.

Speaking to the Times, Cristina's adviser said she will be taking legal action for 'reputational damage' against he former fiance.

'She has suffered very serious attacks on social media and threats from Italian citizens. It has been traumatic,' she said.

View galleryCristina Seymandi, an entrepreneur and politician

View galleryMassimo is pictured (right) in a post on Instagram

Her lawyer, Claudio Strata, added the banker had 'intentionally humiliated her'.

'The letter was read out in front of dozens of people and it was captured in a video that was sent to the newspapers. We don't think this was improvised.'

Massimo categorically denies having published the video, let alone having allowed it to be filmed.

He has since accused Cristina of stealing €700,00 (£598,000) from the couple's joint account, but she says the money was transferred with his consent before the relationship ended.

Cristina snapped back after the event in an interview with La Stampa.

She said that the bags for Mykonos 'were already packed' and urged onlookers to reserve judgement: 'Within every family, the dynamics are very complex and difficult to understand from the outside.'

She said at the time she thought: 'He's gone crazy'.

'He was very tired at the time,' she said.

'I am sure there's someone behind him who fanned the flames. In short, manipulated him.'

She also noted: 'The work stands and I can't afford to lose it.'

'My professional life requires me to react and remain lucid. I will think about possible protections in civil and criminal matters.'

Cristina summed up: 'It was a farce, let's face it. Serious things are resolved another way.'

'Now I will consider whether to sue him,' she said.

Viviana Ferrero, former vice president of the Turin city council and friend of Cristina , described the put-down as a 'sexist lynching'.

She said: 'Two things hurt me, the end of a beautiful love story and the lynching in which Cristina it's been going on for days. A sexist, chauvinist, violent, horrendous lynching.

She went on: 'Dirty laundry is washed in the family and they, even if for a short time, were a very special family.

'And they could have been one of the most beautiful couples there were, because they combined so many qualities.

'I don't rejoice when the rich cry.'

Massimo's mother, Franca Bruna Segre, was also known as a key figure in Italian finance, at the top of Banca Intermobiliare before her son became its financier.

The 64-year-old is also a director of Directa Sim, a company dealing in online trading, and has involvement in other sectors including health and media.

Complicating matters, Cristina is professionally tied into some of these businesses, listed on LinkedIn as a director of Directa Sim since February.

She also has been named CEO of Savio Thesan Spa, a company she joined by taking over his shares through the recently established Hope SRL.

Cristina is the daughter of a renowned accountant from Turin and has held roles in politics and business over an eventful career.

View galleryCristina looks on as Massimo accuses her of having an affair with an unnamed lawyer

In 2021, she backed the mayoral campaign of centre-right candidate Paolo Damilano in Turin, who promised to make her deputy if he won.

Damilano lost in the run-off to centre-left candidate Stefano Lo Russo, and as a candidate for councillor Cristina was able to collect only 318 'preferences'.

Segre and Cristina met around the time of the pandemic but had their wedding delayed twice as a result.

Finally, the plans had been made and 'around 200' guests invited to the lawn overlooking the Mole Antonelliana, a landmark in Turin, to finally announce the date in October.

But what started with general thanks to the audience for coming took a sudden turn when Segre took the chance to out his partner.

Massimo Segre's speech in full

'Tonight, I'd like to gift Cristina the freedom to love. To love a person, a known lawyer, who she clearly cares more for than me, and who I think managed to become obnoxious just to avoid slighting me.

'My dear Cristina, I know how in love you are, both mentally and sexually, how did you manage to self-confide? And I know that before him you had a relationship with a well-known industrialist.

'My dear friends, don't believe that this pleases me to be a cuckold in front of you all, but Cristina was so good at telling her truths that I couldn't leave it to her to tell the narrative of why I will be leaving her tonight.

'What did she say to her poor mother? Because the woman became afraid that her daughter was no longer safe to sleep with me. And so what did she say to all of you that drove away the truth? It's a banal story of infidelity, even premarital.

'I am very disappointed, heartbroken. I blame myself for not having understood how a woman can't really love you if a marriage puts you against your own children, with who I have painstakingly tried to recover a relationship that has deteriorated in these three years.

'My dear Cristina, go to Mykonos with your lawyer, be happy with him, you know it's all paid for, like how he paid for the trip to Vietnam with your daughter, a splendid young lady who I am very disappointed to have been involved in this situation.

'I confirm, if you want, when you return we could evaluate how to continue a professional collaboration, however our story ends today.

'I wish you happiness with your new partner and to continue shining in the world that you have done all these years. Sorry to you all and good night.

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 2 years

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Fight harder

Pairing: Eddie munson x fem reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You hurt Eddie's feelings and try to win him back. Based on a Dirty Dancing scene.

"I can't believe the school wants to cut our funding even more. At this rate we can barely afford to turn on the lights in the drama room." Eddie ranted.

The school was planning on reallocating most of Hellfire's budget to the basketball team. "And it's not even because they don't have the money, but nooo, the dancing monkeys need new laundry baskets to toss their plastic balls through. It's ridiculous!"

"Then fight harder, Eds. Make them listen to you. Your club matters just as much as theirs."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Face it, Y/n, nobody cares about Hellfire, they've been looking for a reason to exterminate us ever since those moronic articles came out about DnD being satanic."

Before you could come up with something comforting to say you heard the light pattering of sneakers, the rustling pom-poms, the high-pitched bubbly chatter...

Cheerleaders.

Without thinking about it you grabbed Eddie's collar and pulled him around a corner, hiding yourself behind his body until your friends passed by you.

You peaked around his shoulder, ashamed of yourself for continuing to hide Eddie away from them. You just knew it would change everything, and you didn't think you were ready for that yet.

"Fight harder, huh?"

The disappointed look on Eddie's face made your heart squirm.

"I don't see you fighting so hard, Y/n. I don't see you running up to your friends telling them I'm your guy."

"I will, Eddie. It's complicated with my friends, but I will tell them."

"I don't believe you, Y/n! I don't think that you ever had any intention of telling them. Ever. You want me to stand up for Hellfire? Think they'll take me seriously? You don't even take me seriously, Y/n. I'm done with this."

"Eddie!"

You yelled after him as he stormed off, but it was too late, he was gone. You felt tears well up in your eyes.

What were you thinking?

Yes, you cared about your reputation, but not more than you cared about Eddie. How could you be such an idiot?

But you could fix this, right? This couldn't be over. No way.

You had to think of a way to apologize, something so big that Eddie might just forgive you. And you thought you had just the thing...

You just needed to find Dustin Henderson.

After some nagging and convincing -mainly convincing yourself that you were not, in fact, begging- Steve told you were to find Henderson.

You barged into the dark AV-room, making it momentarily go silent.

"Are you lost?"

Eddie told you that Wheeler kid was too obnoxious for his own good.

"I need to talk to Henderson." You actually had to get all of them on board, but you knew Dustin would convince the others much more easily than you.

It didn't take long to convince Dustin. He was hesitant at first, protective as he is of Eddie's feelings, but after you promised him you wouldn't break Eddie's heart, he was on board.

Your plan was afoot. At least, that's how Henderson had put it.

Eddie walked into the cafeteria the next day, having just wasted five precious minutes of break time discussing Sinclair's little sister's character arc for his next campaign.

Like he was going to just make her into some mythic hero because she asked him to...

When he approached his table he noticed how the entire Hellfire Club seemed to be discussing something. They were all so closely bent over the table you could hardly see it anymore.

"What's going on here, my loyal following?"

Eddie's sentence trailed off. Suddenly, the lights had dimmed except for a circle of ominous red lights around the hellfire table.

"What the..." Eddie darted around in confusion as his new favorite song, Metallica's Master of Puppets, started blaring from a boombox under the table.

"Seriously, guys, what the hell is going on here?"

Eddie's question remained unanswered as the guys of the Hellfire club sat back in their chairs, revealing you lying on the table.

"Jesus H. Christ, Y/n..."

Eddie bit back a smile when he saw you. You were dressed like... Well, you were dressed like a female version of him.

Gone was your high ponytail and light lipgloss, instead your hair was wild around your shoulders, your eyes lined with black smudges.

Gone was your cheerleading skirt that Eddie loved more than he was willing to admit. It had been replaced by dark, ripped denim and best of all, the thing that made Eddie's heart beat in his throat, a hellfire club-shirt of your very own.

Eddie had never seen you look hotter than you did now with the shirt he'd designed clinging to your body. He didn't think his design could be improved upon, but you'd managed to do it with just two words written in black sharpie.

Emblazoned on your chest were the words "Queen of Hellfire Club".

You sat up on your knees and took Eddie by the hand.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Eddie. I am done hiding. I promise if you're willing to give me another chance I'll fight for you. From now on I'll stand up for you, always."

With that you jumped up on the table. "Hey, Chrissy, Laurie, everyone!" You yelled at your friends, and subsequently the entire cafeteria.

"I'm dating Eddie Munson!"

Most of their mouths fell wide open, but some of them gave you encouraging nods and thumbs up.

You turned your attention back to Eddie.

"What do you say, Eds? Forgive me?"

Your heart was beating furiously in your chest as Eddie looked up to you.

It felt like an eternity before he spoke.

"On one condition."

His smile set off fireworks in your stomach. "Anything."

"Wear that shirt more often."

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: "it's us against the world now, isn't it?"

♡ pairing: octavian x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / yeah, i'm writing octavian fanfic....you can pry this anemic ass mf from my cold roman hands. although, this will be a school au but with the demigod aspect still thrown in bc i just :') i can't stand the way he went out in BoO.

being Reyna's sister, you knew you had a reputation to uphold. not the way that she did but you were still seen as strong, independent, and someone who held a position of power firmly. although, unlike your sister, you didn't make yourself out to be so uppity and firm all the time.

you did have your fun, specifically when you were around the Greeks on the other side of campus. you knew they didn't mind being around Romans, it was the other way around. most Romans hated being around the greeks. Reyna didn't necessarily hate them either but you were a lot more friendlier than she was.

"where are you heading too?" Reyna asked as she saw you put your books into your book bag. you saw the text Piper sent you, "Piper and Annabeth wanted to hang out. something about Piper needing an outfit for her date with Shel tonight," you replied as you heard Octavian's gag from the other end of the table.

"do you have something to say?" you asked, turning around, giving him a look of almost disgust. "you really need to limit your time around....them," was all Octavian said as you rolled your eyes, "as a Roman, you have a responsibility to uphold and you being around those Greek idiots ruins it."

you saw Annabeth text you, telling you that they were going to leave you if you didn't show up in the next ten minutes, "Octavian, maybe if you didn't hate people so much, you'd learn that they aren't any different than we are, our parents are just different," Octavian himself stood up, hauling his books into his hand and bumping into you before turning the corner.

"what a prick," Reyna murmured as you agreed. you gave your sister a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to where you said you'd meet up with Piper.

just as you turned a corner, you felt yourself get pulled into an empty utilities closet. you couldn't help but start laughing as the dim light showed Octavian's bright blue eyes, "didn't think you'd get away from me that quickly, did you?" he murmured as he stared down at you with a smirk playing on his face.

"shut up, you knew I was going to be with Piper today. she wants to find something to wear for her date with Shel and I told her I'd go," you reminded him as Octavian tried to not say anything rude. he wrapped his lanky arms around your neck, giving you small kisses on your face, "answer that phone call," he murmured, seeing your phone light up with a call from Annabeth.

your gulped down a knot in your throat, already sensing where this was interaction was heading, "hey Annabeth, I'm literally a minute away, I got caught up with Reyna about some Camp Jupiter stuff," you tried to explain as Octavian continued to kiss you, this time on your neck to see if he could get any kind of reaction from you.

"you have five minutes before Piper murders you!" she threatened before hanging up.

you pushed Octavian away, giving him a less than amused reaction, "quit it, I'll sneak into your dorm later tonight, I promise," you saw Octavian's face fall as he looked at your outfit. you were wearing a skirt, one that went a bit past your thigh, and a cute top over it, "what're you dressed up for?" he questioned quickly.

"oh, I had a presentation today and had to look 'professional' why?" you asked as you saw him take off his purple Camp Jupiter cardigan, "wear it until I see you tonight," he almost demanded as you slipped it on, "see you later. don't kill anyone while I'm gone," you screamed as you ran off, hoping you didn't get murdered by Piper or Annabeth for being extremely late.

the bright purple sweater clashed with your outfit but Octavian's scent of burnt wood made you not want to take it off, "about time! where were you?" Piper asked as all of you piled into Jason's car. you gave them a chuckle, "I was Reyna. we both had some stuff to handle for our Camp and it didn't make it easier considering Octavian had to be there," you replied.

Jason laughed, seeing the small hickies that were appearing on your neck, "what have you been doing?" he asked, pointing them out. your eyes quickly whipped to the car mirror and saw the bruising that Octavian had left you from earlier, "that fucking idiot," you cursed at him, getting a laugh from Jason.

"shut up, it's none of your business," you replied, pulling up the collar of the cardigan and taking your phone out to send Octavian a lengthy message. Jason, although he was the designated driver, tried to see the contact name. he saw Octavian's name surrounded with a bunch of hearts but there was no way? right? he shook the idea off, not believing what he was reading.

Octavian who was laying in bed, hoping to find some kind of entertainment while you were gone, saw the essay of a text you had sent him, basically cursing him out for giving you a bunch of hickies across your neck.

"sorry, had to make sure that people saw even if though they don't know it was from me."

you ignored the text as you and Jason managed to steer away from Annabeth and Piper. considering the fact that you weren't publicly dating Octavian and Jason hadn't found anyone to date yet, the two of you weren't really in the mood to be hearing their love stories all afternoon. Jason had offered to go to the nearest gaming store to play whatever console they had on display until they were done.

one thing you learned rather quickly when you started dating Octavian was that he was possessive....possessive as all hell. whenever you had a project with someone, he hated the idea that they were taking up most of your time. you would usually sneak into his room at night, crashing there until the early morning so when you told him you were heading out with some of the camp half-blood kids, he was less than pleased.

both you and Jason passed a large mirror as the two of you headed to get something to snack on. you posed for the photo as Jason took it. what you hadn't taken into consideration was that Octavian would more than likely see it and if there was anyone Octavian hated more than Percy, it was Jason. Octavian saw him as a close rival even though Jason didn't see it that way.

you knew a lot of that possessiveness came from Octavian's insecurities and you understood that or at least you tried to understand. not a lot of people were willing to deal with Octavian's attitude and you were one of the few who did.

you had slipped your phone into your pocket and accidentally ignored the plethora of messages Octavian had sent you. it ranged from 'what are you doing with him? alone?' to 'I will kick his ass harder than he thinks I will'.

you hadn't meant to ignore it but because you hardly saw Jason or the rest of them, it was hard to look at your phone as often as you did. it wasn't until you got back into the car when you finally realized what mood Octavian was in. at the very least, he had sent you sixteen text messages, threatening Jason and by extension Percy. you knew you'd be in for an earful when you finally saw him.

"are you done hanging with those idiots you call friends?" he sneered. you rolled your eyes, trying not to get angry, "I was just with Jason for a few minutes. it was nothing serious. you really need to calm down," you tried to rationalize. Octavian chuckled, "really so that photo was just the two of you being 'friends?' he was awfully close considering he must've seen those marks I left."

once they dropped you off on your end of the campus, you made your way to the boys dormitory. thankfully, Octavian's dorm was on the first floor so it didn't take long for you to crawl through his window. you saw Octavian slumped over his desk, distress written all over his face until he realized you were finally back.

"it was just a picture. it was really never anything beyond that. you really need to learn how to trust me," you stated. you saw a million and one thoughts crossing Octavian's mind and you weren't able to figure out what he was thinking, "how can I when you're constantly running around with them? it's like you're trying to play and Jason at the same time.

you growled, trying to bite back your words.

you were taken back by his words, "fuck off, Octavian. you know I would never do that but maybe everyone was right in hating you," you spat, not bothering to turn around to give him another look.

Octavian saw the rage building up in your eyes as he tried to say something, anything! but nothing came out. it was like he was stuck in place as he watched you crawl out of his window. Octavian knew what he said was wrong but he was very much the kind of person who said things first and thought about it later.

you went back to your dorm, angry and upset. you didn't want to cry but a sobbing sensation came to your mind as you tried to hold it. your room was next doors to Reyna and the walls being paper thin, you were sure she would hear your cries and ask what's wrong.

you cried into your pillow for the rest of the night as you tried to forget Octavian's words.

the following morning, you had training with Leo and Annabeth. you had offered to give them a few lessons in Roman hand to hand combat and as a return, they'd teach you the Greek version. for a while, it went well. at first, you had completely forgotten about everything with Octavian but once the afternoon hit, the thoughts came crashing down.

you hadn't texted Octavian all day and it felt off. the two of you would usually be sending each other gushy text messages until you saw each other at night.

one quick move by Leo that you hadn't saw coming managed to take you off guard and make you fall completely onto the ground, losing consciousness rather quickly. Annabeth gave Leo a look of panic as she saw that you were completely out and didn't look like you were going to get up.

"get her to the infirmary and I'll run to tell her sister," she practically screamed. Leo scooped you into his arms as Annabeth ran in the opposite direction. thanks to you she knew that all Romans would be eating lunch or doing some free training so she quickly found Reyna by the training grounds.

"Reyna! your sister was training with Leo and I and she accidentally got knocked out and lost consciousness. Leo is running her to the infirmary but I don't she's awake."

Reyna's eyes widened as she dropped her weapons and followed Annabeth back to their end of the camp. Octavian, who was not far from Reyna heard the conversation and did the same, dropping everything he had and running in the direction they were heading.

Reyna saw you on the bed, still not awake as she tried to not get angry at Leo. you didn't look that hurt, minus the harsh gash you had on your forehead. once Leo explained that you weren't paying attention when he went to attack, she realized that it was more your fault than it was his; however, Octavian didn't see it that way.

he bursted into the room, instantly slamming Leo onto the ground as he got on top of him. it was too quick for everyone to realize what he was doing so by the time it all registered in their head, Octavian was screaming at him at the top of his lungs.

"I will kill you, Valdez. if you ever think of hurting my girlfriend again, I will have you sacrificed, do you understand?"

Reyna, Jason, and Annabeth stood in shock, not processing what they were hearing. Reyna more than anyone knew that you despised Octavian so to be hearing that you not only didn't hate him but you were dating him made her spiral into a fit of shock.

Octavian's eyes were red with rage as Leo tried to shimmy his way out of his grasp. you opened your eyes slightly as you saw Reyna looking down at Octavian in shock as Octavian had Leo in a firm grasp. Jason stood off to the side, trying to calculate everything he had just heard.

"really Octavian? you admit to everything when I'm not awake?" you tried to joke as Octavian instantly stood up and ran over to you. you let his fret over you for a second as you stood up, "I swear on Apollo himself, I will kill him if he hurt you again," you sighed, trying to get him to calm down.

"it was an accident, Tavian'. it was more my fault than his," you explained as Reyna looked to you, implying that you had some explaining to do. you gave her an awkward chuckle, "surprise?" you replied, not knowing what to say exactly.

she shook her head at you, "you'll explain to me whatever...this is tomorrow when you feel better. we should leave you to rest," Reyna gave Octavian one last look before practically kicking everyone out. you hugged Octavian's cardigan closer to you as he put his forehead on yours. a very odd gesture by him.

Octavian rolled his eyes, not bothering to think about them as he gave you a kiss.

"I'm sorry for last night, I didn't mean it," he confessed as you smiled, "I know. you just have to think before you speak, Octavian."

he nodded understandingly.

"well now you gotta explain our relationship to everyone considering you practically screamed it to the entire camps."

"fuck em," he murmured against your lips before diving back in for another kiss.

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jjaeong · 3 years

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The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode VI: To Be Deceived, Or Protected.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: While the members residing with The Heiress in Eden managed to resolve her internal conflict about who she was and who she had deemed herself should be—Haseul, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol, discovers a certain string of information that could potentially lead to a much more greater complication than they had ever encountered before. And as Jinsol finally reconciled with Sooyoung after the incident, Hyejoo and Heejin find themselves stunned as they come across your room—realizing that something had been missing in the vicinity, with that something being you.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with the members?"

Jinsol had just managed to set her foot on the top of the staircase when she met the sight of the distressed Ninth member who had lingered in the hall that led to the boss' office, pinching the bridge of her nose in clear disbelief with the disrupted idea that only she was called by Haseul for the meeting. It's been days since the Leader had regarded her request to be removed in any missions with the Seventh member, being that she was still sensitive over what had just happened with the incident—Jinsol had already been walking through thin ice with her miscalculation, but Sooyoung's projected anger towards the woman intensified when Jungeun had informed them of your order to be left alone. And as much as she was relieved that both her member, and her adoptive sister were safe—Sooyoung couldn't shake off her impression that you had not been unscathed, because physically, you and Hyejoo were well, but your order was the effect of the event which she had deemed also as her own error with being one of the Twelve.

The Seventh member, however, no matter how many times she had blamed herself for it, she had understood Sooyoung's hostility towards her and knew that it was absolutely justified—from all those years that the members had grown together, she knew well enough that the woman was as emotional as she could get, more so for the people she cared for the most. But the Seventh could only take so much, she had somewhat prepared herself for the the member's response—yet she still couldn't avoid condemning herself over it, for the most part being Sooyoung not wanting anything to do with her.

And as Sooyoung stood there, leaned back against the hall's wall with her arms crossed and her brows knitted in apparent frustration while looking the other way—Jinsol could only manage a hesitant smile as she tried her best to swallow down the bitter aura between the two of them, before directing her weary gaze towards the tall double doors at the end of the hall. Slightly taken aback by how isolated the scene had looked from their position, which meant that the Leader had not yet arrived—making Sooyoung the first person to have been called by Haseul, and Jinsol quickly becoming the second.

"Is it.. Just the two of us..?"

"She just told me to meet her here, and that she'll be arriving shortly from her visit with our guests," Sooyoung muttered, practically scoffing at the mention of the Lee Family that had been staying in the Mansion as they awaited for their Boss' recovery. The younger of the two winced at the recollection of when they'd first arrived at the infirmary with the Lee Family's Boss, and how Sooyoung raised her tone at Haseul for the first time since she'd been appointed as Acting Boss after declining Sooyoung's plea to head straight to Eden—which led to the Ninth member into defying the Leader's instruction and driving all the way to the castle, just to be pulled aside by a stone-faced Jungeun, "but you still haven't answered my question—why are you here?"

"I don't see why I shouldn't be..? Haseul did ask for me—"

"I specifically told her that I don't want to be in any operation with you right now—and for what? Suddenly she doesn't listen anymore?" Jinsol would be lying if she said that hearing those words come right out of Sooyoung's mouth didn't hurt her, she swore that when this member of theirs was mad she knew exactly how to do so—but to be on the opposite end of the woman's livid state, Jinsol had never experienced to be this ridiculed by her. The silence that had come after Sooyoung's sharp words even made the member glance at Jinsol from the corner of her eye, finding her head hanging low as she picked on her blue pin on her tie in deep contemplation—slightly irritating Sooyoung even further because the Ninth had known that the habit was common with the members since they'd acquired their pins, holding onto the object when they couldn't seem to find it in themselves to assess a situation in their own way.

"Maybe we're not on a mission as a pair, probably.. A reschedule? Change of posts? Haseul assigning you to my spot—and me with yours?" Sooyoung gripped onto the fabric of her sleeve as Jinsol began to straighten her tie, which she had done several times before looking behind her to the staircase below—as if Haseul would just magically appear out of thin air and cut through the tension between the two of them, saving them from possibly making it worse than it already was.

"That's great, maybe then Y/N wouldn't be in as much trouble as she'd be if she was under my range of security." Jinsol frowned at the malicious tone that the Ninth had suddenly switched into, making her turn to eye the member who still refused to meet the clear regret plastered all over her features—while Sooyoung continued to glare at the nothingness that had seemed to have kept her attention more than the member currently standing right in front of her.

"Sooyoung.."

"Just admit it, Jinsol—you despise her. You don't want her to be our Boss because she's nothing of what you expect her to be—it's a full circle to what happened the day we told her everything, you want her gone." Sooyoung spat as her member flinched, making Jinsol shaking her head in attempt to relay the message to Sooyoung that it was nothing of that sort.

"That's not true—I care about her just as much as you do!" the Seventh stammered, completely taken aback by how she had been suddenly accused for having felt something that she had not.

"She was in the lot! You could've prevented it even before he approached her—"

"And you think I don't go every single day thinking about that!?" Sooyoung's furious eyes snapped to connect with Jinsol's exasperated ones, the Seventh's demeanor looking as frustrated as she could get with her hands balled up into fists hanging by her sides while her eyes stayed connected with her member's, "We've never had any complications with our group since the beginning, and ever since Y/N came in the picture—it's as if the least we can do is not turn against each other."

"Oh, and that makes it her fault? Is that what you're trying to say?

"I'm trying my best to understand—alright!? I thought we can continue this Family without having her in the picture, but.." Jinsol tore her eyes away from Sooyoung's to think carefully about her next words, having an inkling that whatever she may say next would be enough to tip Sooyoung off the edge and tarnish her reputation completely—or in some sort of miracle, she'd be able to properly express what she had wanted to say, "I didn't want any of that to happen—I swear that if I could have stopped it in all the ways I've calculated it after, I would've. But it's already done, I messed up and the only thing I can do is try to make up for it with Y/N—for as long as she'll have me, and if she can't forgive me for what I've done then.."

Sooyoung lowered her eyes at Jinsol who shrugged her shoulders in defeat, sighing when she thought that the apology didn't go exactly as she'd expect it to be. She'd thought that once she laid her heart out, it'd go as smoothly and sincerely as she'd thought—but instead, she felt that the reason for Sooyoung's silence was that she had taken her words in the complete opposite. Her words being taken under the impression that she was over it, that she didn't care as much as she said she did—causing the gap between her and the members that had your well-being as the priority to broaden, when she had just warmed up to the idea that she had wanted the same thing as well.

The Ninth member eyed the struggling woman in front of her, it was clear that Jinsol was incessantly thinking through what she had just told her and continuously trying to criticize her choices of wording—but as much as Sooyoung hated the thought that had led her into blaming Jinsol for what had happened, the greater part of her that believes that the members would never do each other wrong was pushing past her projected anger. This wasn't them against a common enemy anymore, this was Sooyoung's protectiveness over you—against her protectiveness over her members, but instead of it mostly being directed towards the Lee Family's Boss, she had Jinsol to blame. And that was what caused her inner turmoil, Jinsol is her member and a member that had been one of the reasons that put you and Hyejoo in danger—but Jinsol was just as much as a member as the others, yet there Sooyoung stood, continuously reminding her that she had messed up and she needs to feel the consequences of her ignorance.

Sooyoung then realized that Jinsol had already been going through the motions just as she'd been, and it was unfair of how she was quick to blame her for it—when Sooyoung had no idea about what was about to come until Hyunjin had some sort of vision.

"Well—apologize to her, not me," Jinsol practically choked at Sooyoung's mumbled response, feeling the weight of her worries fall off her shoulders as she watched Sooyoung shake her head at her and detach herself from the wall—slipping a hand into the pocket of her dress pants as she placed the other to her neck, craning it as if to stretch in exhaustion. The member still had a pout set on her lips but her brows were anything but furrowed, just looking drained from the encounter—while Jinsol slowly started to fall apart in her position, "you can start by how you acted in our living room, then with whatever happened with the Lee Boss. She's not the type to hold a grudge, you know—yah! Jung Jinsol, get off me—"

"I thought you'd never forgive me! I apologized so many times and you were never this mad—"

"Let go!" Jinsol continued to wail as Sooyoung's pout threatened to stretch into a grin while she tried to pry the member's arms off her, opening her mouth to start threatening the Seventh. But just as she was about to, light footsteps started echoing from the steps behind Jinsol and soon after revealed an absorbed looking Haseul—which had seemed to be caught off guard at the sight as she blinked at the two who just froze in their spot and stared right back at her, Haseul's eyes softened only for a moment before they dimmed yet again.

Looking away from the two, Haseul motioned over to the end of the hall before starting to make her way past them.

"You've made up, good. Follow me." the youngest of the three started to walk down the halls, which made Jinsol release Sooyoung from her hold before they both hurried to trail behind the Leader—eyeing each other in question about what had the member in such state, Sooyoung could only hope that it was just something connected to the Lee Boss and nothing more.

As Haseul pulled the key out of her pocket, Sooyoung had remembered that the last time all twelve of them were inside the office was when Haseul had first sat herself into the Boss' chair—how she carefully laid out what specific orders the previous Boss stated before he had passed, and how they would slowly but surely make sure you were well acquainted with a few members. Haseul also swore that it would also be the last time that she were to set foot inside of the office, not finding it comfortable how she would occupy the room as if it were her own when her purpose was to have you settled into your rightful place.

And as if Jinsol could hear Sooyoung's thoughts coursing through her, they could only wonder how much trouble the Family had caught themselves into for Haseul to break her own word.

"Shut the doors behind you, I've asked to keep this floor vacated until one of us leaves the room." Jinsol quickly turned to shut the doors behind them as Sooyoung followed behind the Leader to stand in the middle of the room while Haseul circled behind the desk to open one of it's emptied drawers, reaching far into the compartment as if rummaging to find anything that had not been in there in the first place.

"Are you looking for something?" Jinsol question as she stood beside Sooyoung who eyed the Leader suspiciously, the two watching Haseul shut the drawer to then move to another.

"What are you even doing, Haseul?" the light sound of a click echoed through the spacious, and moonlit office that had Haseul tensing up on her spot. Jinsol made a move to approach to the woman and lend her a hand but Sooyoung grabbed ahold of her arm before she could even do anything, the two members carefully watching as Haseul pulled out what seemed to be a thick stack of papers—jaw clenched while she placed them on the desk before looking up the puzzled expression on her members' features.

"Lee Seokmin has returned to his conscious state today, he refused to speak with the doctors and requested to speak with the one he perceived as the Family's Boss. And so I paid him a visit," Haseul shut the drawer to fully grab the stack from the desk, eyeing the papers before walking over to the two and meeting them in the middle of the room, "he was convinced that I was Y/N, stating that he couldn't believe that the previous Boss' plan worked—how he kept the Heiress safe by letting her live a normal life outside of the Family, all while being protected from the other Families."

Jinsol paled as Sooyoung let go of her arm, eyes widening in alarm while Haseul stood in front of them with a vacant expression on her face.

"He asked me if I knew about it, when I found out about it—confessing that he knew about the documentation because he had overheard it once from the Jeon Family that the Heiress was being watched."

"We were watching over her, but I thought the documents were supposed to be discarded after the Boss' passing?" Jinsol barely questioned as her voice failed her, switching her eyes from Haseul to Sooyoung who could only look at Jinsol with wide eyes as well.

"It was, I saw through with it. Haseul, Vivi-unnie and I were the ones present when it was erased."

"He wasn't talking about our documents, he was talking about this." Haseul motioned to the papers in her hand, it didn't take too long of the three to stare at each other before Sooyoung reached over to grab the papers and start inspecting each and every page—feeling lightheaded at the information that she had read from it, how as if every page she had skimmed through just continued to reveal a deeper story behind the minimal observation reports that they had set for you.

The papers dated back up to four years prior to the previous Boss' passing, several pictures of you, Jungeun, and Jiwoo were practically on each page of the stack—the lightest conversations, passed homework, your every move was typed down as if they were studying not a living human being but a test subject. Through the documentation, it seemed as if you weren't the Y/L/N Y/N that the members had made a point on learning to care for and to believe that you'd lead them into a better future—but rather a statistic in which would demonstrate if you were fit in becoming a Boss for the highest ranking Family there ever was, and ever will be if you had truly had what it takes.

Whoever had created this document, only had that particular version of the Heiress in mind—and it made Sooyoung feel sick to her stomach.

"Who.. did this? How did you even know this exists!?" Sooyoung's voice started to raise as she looked up at the torn expression on Haseul's face, making Jinsol take a step in between the two to try and calm the Ninth member down while also turning to glance at the Leader behind her—but as Sooyoung started to prod Haseul with questions while waving the papers in her hand, Haseul swallowed sharply before looking up to meet the the concerned look on Jinsol's face.

"I didn't."

Haseul's words echoed in Sooyoung's head, and before she knew it—she had let the papers fall onto the ground, pushed past Jinsol to reach for Haseul's collar to aggressively grab ahold of her. However, Jinsol was quick to recover after staggering back—attempting to pry Sooyoung off of the Third member by wrapping an arm around the Ninth's waist and tugging her off the Leader.

"You—you're our Leader! You can't just tell us you have no clue! our lives are dependent on your choices—and you have the audacity to tell us you don't know!?"

"I thought I had properly vacated this room after we all left—that was the last time I've been here, it was all the previous Boss had instructed me.." Haseul barely whispered, crumbling under Sooyoung's hold to the point that it was the member that had been keeping her up on her feet—making Sooyoung snap out of her fuming state to watch the dread sink into her member's features, "he told me where everything was, the archives we needed—I thought he told me everything I needed to know, I was appointed Leader for this."

"Sooyoung, she doesn't know." Jinsol dragged out slowly as she loosened her grip over her member, walking towards Haseul and prying the Ninth's hands off completely from the Leader—all while keeping Haseul up on her feet by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her to the desk so she had a place to lean on.

"The Twelve, Y/L/N Y/N—that's all I know, you have to believe me."

"We do, Haseul—Sooyoung's just in shock, we'll figure this whole thing out. Right, Ha Sooyoung?" the Ninth continued to stare at the two, absolutely mortified that they were currently easing themselves into uncharted waters—completely unknowing of what would come, but only to prepare themselves for whatever it may be. Sooyoung caught Jinsol switching her gaze from Haseul to the papers on the ground, the Seventh seemingly the more composed member out of the two—and as if moving completely out of practice, Sooyoung bended over to grab the papers and walk over to Jinsol to hand it to her.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jinsol's eyes widened at the blank, yet expectant look that Sooyoung held as she offered her the papers—glancing at Haseul who had now held onto the desk as if her life had depended on it, before she caught onto what exactly it was that Sooyoung was trying convey. With Haseul's Leadership position becoming nothing of aid to the members as of her current state, Sooyoung wanted them to work it out as a group instead of letting the woman carry all of this on her own. So Jinsol grabbed the papers from her hand, eyeing the front page and skipping to the last as she followed her gut—having a relieved sigh escaped her lips as she pointed a finger at the signed letter 'R' initial at the end of the page, it's ink shining under the moonlight while she directed it to Sooyoung's view.

"We can start by tracking whoever this is?"

"Alright." Jinsol gave Sooyoung a small, yet grateful smile before looking back down to scan the papers while Sooyoung turned to Haseul who sat still on the desk—completely frozen as she tried to recall every bit of information that the previous Boss had passed onto her, fingers gripping tightly onto the pin on her tie. The Ninth member reached over to place an consoling hand on the Leader's shoulder, halting mid-way but somehow going through with it—which made Haseul visibly tense but when she had found that it was Sooyoung from her peripheral vision, she just looked back down to return into her state of recollection.

"I shouldn't have lashed out, Haseul. I'm sorry."

"You have every right to be mad, I'm the appointed Leader and I can't even uphold a simple task. Even I'd be mad at myself." Jinsol snorted from behind her which made Sooyoung glance at the member, finding Jinsol eyeing Haseul from the side before flipping another page from the stack.

"You mean tracking down this profiler from just one initial? Haseul—you can't even find the right curtains to hang inside your room without Yerim." Sooyoung's lips broke into a grin which made Jinsol release a laugh, making the Leader turn to look at her members who were now laughing amongst themselves as they eyed the paper in Jinsol's hands. Haseul then looked up to find Sooyoung's careful eyes directed on her, the member giving Haseul a determined look in contrast to the Leader's downcast expression.

"You might be the Leader, but we are a team, Haseul. We'll get through this mess, with or without the previous Boss' help." Haseul tore her eyes away from Sooyoung to look back at Jinsol's thoughtful expression as the member continued to inspect the page—until she found Haseul watching her, so she gave her an encouraging look before raising a fist in the air.

"Damn right we are! Fighting!"

"If you use that language in front of Y/N—I swear, Jung Jinsol—"

"Your sister is a year away from graduating High School—she's old enough to know if cussing is bad or not."

"You don't tell me how to raise my sister!"

"She's our future Boss! She can decide that for herself!" Sooyoung placed her hands on her hips as she continued to banter with Jinsol as the member continued with her task, the two completely back to the way before their feud—while Haseul watched them silently, feeling the anguish of her assumed failure as a Leader slowly dissipate as Jinsol and Sooyoung continued on. The interaction had somehow eased the Third member's worries, the sight reminding her that no matter what happened—they were still the Twelve, and with that, the world would still be turning for as long as they'd stay like this after whatever may cross their path.

"Until we've figured out who this person is, be that they're in this Family preparing for another coup—or from outside, this stays between the three of us," Haseul stated, making Jinsol's look up to clearly try and object but one pleading look from Haseul—she had known that her intentions were nothing but for their safety, "please, the more people that know about this—the harder it will be to find them. One word about this from anyone but us.."

"They'll know we're onto them—got it."

"But what do we do about Lee Seokmin and his members?" Sooyoung crossed her arms on her chest as Haseul turned to look at her, more composed than a few moments ago.

"They'll be returning to the village that Jeon passed onto them in a few days, I made sure that he didn't recognize that I wasn't the Heiress he was talking about. All he can pass to whoever he pleases is that the Y/L/N Family's Heiress is back in her rightful place." Haseul concluded as Sooyoung released a heavy sigh, looking at Jinsol yet again but this time—Jinsol had lingered over one specific page.

"What is it?" Sooyoung leaned over to check at what the member was staring at, which made Haseul completely turn to peek as well when Jinsol practically gripped onto the stack in worry.

"From the beginning of the document, they never mentioned any names—they even labelled Jiwoo and Jungeun as Upperclassmen A, and Upperclassmen B," Jinsol placed a finger on a specific sentence on the paper before looking up at Haseul and Sooyoung, "'4:35PM: The Heiress returns home. Property under the name of 'Ha', a civilian household consisting of two adults and three daughters.'"

"Don't tell me—"

"Who ever this 'R' person is—they know exactly which one of us is the Heiress."

Hyejoo had just shut the door to Jungeun's empty room, signalling the end of her morning rounds which consisted of surveying the vacated rooms of the members that typically headed to school approximately two hours before her—when she had realized that today marked the fifth day since the incident, which made it Wednesday. And Wednesdays were different, because in that specific day Yeojin and Yerim would accompany Jungeun and Jiwoo for early morning Student Council. With Yerim being the President of her class, and Yeojin being her own—Jungeun had briefly talked the two into either occupying their roles once they've graduated, or at least being part of it.

The two Maknaes were quick to take her up for it, being that they had fit the credentials well—they'd agree without a doubt, but that had meant that every Wednesday, Hyejoo would only have to drive her and Chaewon to class. And it wasn't that she wasn't on good terms with her Gowon-unnie, it was quite the opposite—because every Wednesday morning would be Chaewon asking Hyejoo about how she's been, and how she had felt about whatever had happened the days before. Somehow, it had slightly bothered Hyejoo that she had always started off their conversation in that manner since Yeojin and Yerim rode with the two Unnies—but the ride had seemed to grow on her once she realized that the Eleventh member wasn't shooting up a conversation to fill the silence, but to genuinely ask Hyejoo how she's been.

Park Chaewon had surprisingly seemed to have understood her even in that alley, which was something that goes over Hyejoo's head sometimes.

The Twelfth's eyes seamlessly connected with your door in the middle of the hall as the recollection of the alley felt similar to what happened that day, and being that only room in that specific hall was only occupied by you—with Haseul, Sooyoung, Jinsol, and Kahei being everywhere at once, the closest member that could reach you incase of an emergency was Jungeun, because her room was the closest to yours. Hyejoo started to make her way to your room almost subconciously to check up on you when she was met by the unusual sight of Jeon Heejin who was never usually awake this early in the morning, already dressed in her uniform—glowing as if she'd just awakened to the greatest sleep she's ever had, her eyes even widening in surprise as she found Hyejoo coming from the other end of the hall.

"Son Hyejoo! Good morning!" Heejin waved enthusiastically with both hands outstretched, making the Maknae scrunch her nose up in distaste as Heejin grinned adoringly—eyes turning into crescents while she continued to her venture into your room, the sound of her footsteps lightly decreasing as she neared. The First member carefully twisted the handle to peek into your room, her smile impossibly widening as she expected to be greeted by the sight of you laying on your side with Jeon Stitchie and Hyunjin's Shiba Inu—only for her to squint her eyes through the darkness to find the two stuffed toys but not even the top of your head revealing from the covers in sight.

"Y/N-ah~?" Hyejoo heard Heejin call from her position, slightly peeking through the door frame, making the Twelfth member furrow her brows and stand behind the member just as she had flipped the light switch on—illuminating the empty room before walking inside and making her way over to the door that lead to your bathroom, pushing it open to find it unoccupied as well. Heejin continued to scan the room, even getting down on her knees by your bed to check if you were under it as Hyejoo stayed put by your door—watching her Unnie's puzzled features slowly turn into concern just as she saw someone approaching by her peripheral vision, she turned to find an equally confused Chaewon standing next to her before the Eleventh turned to her.

"Have you seen Vivi-unnie?"

"Did you just come from the Surveillance room?" Hyejoo questioned in reply, but before Chaewon could even get a word out—Kahei appeared from the end of the hall, seemingly reading a book while doing her rounds as she donned her reading glasses. Heejin had managed to slide past the two members just as Kahei was about to walk past them, making the woman look up from her book to eye the startled trio in wonder.

"What's with all the worried looks? Did something happen?" Kahei asked softly, making Hyejoo and Chaewon exchange glances while Heejin looked at your empty room before looking back at Kahei.

"Unnie, Y/N's not in her room." Heejin stated in a tone that had slowly started to reflect her dismay, but as Kahei tilted her head at the three something flashed in her eyes before she stared directly at Heejin—as if she should've known.

"Of course she isn't, she already left with Jungeun and Jiwoo. Why? Is there something I should be worried about?" Hyejoo's eyes widened in surprise as Heejin mouth popped open at Kahei's nonchalant reply, Chaewon was the only one of the three who had managed to not be surprised—considering that she had been looking for the Fifth member to ask why she had been the one to send you and the other members off as she watched a replay of the cameras just as she had woke up.

"You let her go, just like that?"

"I didn't see a problem with it—she had me convinced, afterall," Chaewon raised a brow at Kahei, to which the member only smiled at before walking past the bewildered Heejin and Hyejoo and return to reading her book as she walked down the hall, "Heejin, it must be some miracle that you woke up before Hyunjin—but if you don't wake her up you'll both be late to class. You two should start getting ready as well, Hyejoo, Chaewon."

The three members watched as Kahei disappeared from the hallway, turning to face each other briefly before hastily doing as the member had told. Heejin switched the lights off and shut the door before speed-walking down the hall to Hyunjin's room—pounding her fist against the door the second she reached it and tugging on the handle as she followed by calling her member's name. On the other side of the door, Hyunjin had already been awake, she was just about ready to leave—all she needed was to attach her pin onto her tie which she had quickly finished, so she grabbed her bag from her desk to pull the door open and roll her eyes at the sight of her aggrievated best friend.

"I get it—you woke up before me for the first time in years, you don't have to shove it to my face." Hyunjin pushed past Heejin who was trying to catch her breath, breathing in deeply before stopping Hyunjin dead on her tracks with what she was just about to say.

"Y/N isn't in her room—she left with Jungeun-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie to school!"

"..She what?"

Greetings,

I hope this message finds you well—sike with the formalities, it's a tumblr post, there's no need for that. But what this Author's Note actually needs is.. An apology (even though I came clear with you all if you've read through the first chapter to not be too attached with this story) because it's been over two months since my last story update!

But in all honesty, I'm not even sure if it had actually been two months or.. A month and a few days—but still! Am I back? Maybe~ What could JJ have been possibly doing to go MIA for this long? Real life stuff, but mostly the overwhelming feeling of Orbit twitter that's.. Something, a true bit of love and hate between that.

It's actually funny how many Episode VI's I've wrote before properly settling with this one, the first draft had too many new characters involved (spoilers for who they are? I'm sure if you've read a few LOONA fics—it's just in between those lines), the second and nth were all too messy—and so there's this one! I think it's a nice turn, considering that this is the half of Act I. and I literally just wrote this in one go again, I really can't believe myself at this point.

Though I think most of our new readers that are following this blog is more into the OS spectrum—so I should maybe start leaving posts? Like.. Talk? But it's not really my thing, having posts up but it's just me talking about God knows what—I don't really know how to feel about it.

I'm getting way over ahead of myself again, so yeah. I truly hope you guys are doing well out there, what's happening outside of these social media platforms is absolutely petrifying—I made this blog as an outlet to express how much I love the girls but you can't escape the crippling truth that is reality itself. This world is unforgiving even to those who had never done anything drastically wrong, and for a writer to not have the proper words to express how they truly feel about what's happening around them.. Please take care of yourselves, and I'm sorry for not being able to find the right words for this.

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: loonatheworld (200316).

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 7

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and likes! It means a lot to me.

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

Two days had passed and I was still trying to process what was happening. How could my life change so drastically again? I could no longer count on my twin brother, who I considered to be my best friend, the person I trusted the most in the entire world. I was filled by the same emptiness, the same sorrow I felt when my mother died. My life was in the palm of his hands and he was letting me go.

"Relax your shoulders, love," Bela whispered softly in my ear. "You're so tense."

Bela was the only person who still made me smile in the middle of all that chaos. She was helping me to find any clues in the diaries, about Miranda and about Auryk too. But for that, we had to work really fast.

We were sneaking back in the village everyday, it wasn't safe to bring those notes to the castle where Bela's mother and sisters could easily find. I prayed the weather wouldn't change and temperatures remained high. In another case, we wouldn't be able to go to my house again and my time with Lady Dimitrescu was running out.

Meanwhile, we were also working on overcoming my intimacy issues. Being intimate without having sex yet. First, we undressed each other completely. I had to know her body and allow her to know mine. I looked at the perfection of Bela's features for a second, before I was invaded by a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. It was the first time I was seeing a woman, completely naked, in front of me.

When I looked at her again, she was gazing at my body like if she was admiring a masterpiece in an art exhibit. At first, I was shy. I blushed and crossed my arms, as if I had any reasons to hide myself. Bela smiled. In that moment I knew she was appreciating me and that made me feel better.

"You're gorgeous, aren't you?" Bela lifted up my chin, forcing me to look at her, to see it in her eyes she was being truthful on her words.

"No more than you," I gathered some courage to move forward and extend my hand, touching a little bit of her soft skin, her arms, her chest, her stomach... then I stopped.

"This is okay," she assured me. But she understood that, in that moment, it was enough for me.

We both entered the bathtub, where I positioned myself in front of Bela and allowed her to take care of me. She gently rubbed my body with a sponge, starting by my back. Then, she moved to my front, rubbing my breasts, my stomach, my tights. Though we were in silence, she seemed to understand my limits, my barriers. Noticing how stressed I looked, she decided to give me a massage. I relaxed my shoulders as she told, focusing myself completely on our moment together.

"It's my turn," I told her. "Let me take care of you?"

Bela nodded and switched positions with me. I offered her the same treatment she gave me, but I wasn't so confident, so precise. My shaking hands would often betray me and I was unsure if I was being too gentle or too rough. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying it. I gave a special attention on washing her hair, it was so beautiful, so soft. The way it barely grew on the spot around her scar was a sin. I hated Miranda even more for that.

She rested her head against my chest as I continued to massage her scalp.

"Does it hurt?" I softly traced her scar with my finger.

"It stings sometimes," she sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Does it hurt?" Bela repeated my gesture, tracing the scar on my forearm.

"No," she never asked, yet I felt I should tell her how it happened. "Adrian told me he found me in the basement cutting myself, right after my mom died. But I don't remember."

"Trauma can block some painful memories."

I knew that very well. I realized how little I remembered the days after my mother's death. My last memory was seeing her mangled body being carried inside our house. Nothing else. I didn't remember her burial or if I managed to say goodbye. I couldn't remember if we had people visiting us or if I was alone with my father. Everything about those terrible days was a blur.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Office - Present Days

When Lady Dimitrescu called her daughters for a private meeting that morning, Bela couldn't help feeling anxious and scared. Her mother was usually a woman of her word, but when it came to her reputation with Mother Miranda, she'd become completely blind by rage. Alcina really believed her when she suggested Aleena's brother could be responsible for stealing the Lords and also for the attack to the castle, even when the evidences pointed to the opposite.

"I told you so," while they waited outside, Cassandra was smirking deviously. She was determined to do anything to annoy Bela right in the morning. "It won't well for you. Our mother can't betray Mother Miranda and the other Lords because you've fallen in love with a stupid human girl."

"Shut up," Bela decided she wouldn't give in to her provocations. It was Cassandra's favorite manner to extract information from her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think we're stupid?" Still, her sister wouldn't stop. "Everyone, except for our mother, has noticed already. Me, Daniela, even Mrs. Volkov. Tell me, Bela. Will you keep pretending when we serve her on a silver plate tonight?"

Bela advanced in her sister's direction. Cassandra quickly dissolved into flies, she did the same. The corridor was a mess of flying insects and buzzing for a few minutes, before they had to shape back into their bodies. Now, she'd finally have the chance to inflict her sister some pain. She pinned Cassandra against the wall.

"Stop, you two," Daniela tried to intervene. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cassandra tried to throw a punch, but Bela was a little faster on her reflects, she grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm.

"What's your problem, Cassandra?" Bela angered. "You can't stand the idea she wasn't one of your trophy maidens, isn't it? Just leave me alone. Leave her alone too."

In that moment, they heard the door opening. Lady Dimitrescu appeared in the corridor, with an ugly snarl on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" She yelled. "I thought I had daughters, but then I come here and you two are fighting like animals."

Daniela sighed relieved. This time, she wasn't included.

"I'm sorry, mother," Cassandra straightened her dress. "It's Bela who's being a bitch."

"You started it," Bela tried to grab her hair, but she deflected. "You're insulting me from the moment I arrived."

"The three of you! In my office, now!"

Bela couldn't feel guilty this time. Something inside her had changed. She didn't care if her mother was disappointed at her behavior, absolutely no one would touch Aleena. Especially Cassandra.

"It's all about that girl, mother," the middle sister proceeded to tell Alcina. "Bela is in love with her. They've been making out around the castle all the time."

"And this is none of your goddamn business!"

"It is, when your actions are putting us all in danger! Her brother..."

"Stop!" Lady Dimitrescu shouted, making they both go silent. "Is it going to be like this anytime a new woman steps inside this castle?"

No. Not for Bela. She didn't care about other women. Cassandra could have them if she wanted, as long as she stayed away from her girlfriend.

"I agree," Cassandra continued. "It has to end. I vote that we drain her tonight."

"CASSANDRA!" Alcina punched the desk, making her stop instantly. "I didn't call you here to talk about this girl."

A part of Bela was relieved, but she when her eyes crossed with her mother's, the feeling of anxiety started growing inside her. Now she knew about her relationship with Aleena. And her sisters too. She couldn't predict how they'd react.

"I'm going to another meeting with Mother Miranda tonight. I expect to find this castle intact when I return. If I discover my daughters are fighting in my absence, I'll be truly disappointed."

"Yes, mother," Daniela said. "No one is going to fight anymore. Right?"

Cassandra rolled her eyes at the youngest sister. Bela only gave her an annoyed look.

So that was the reason of their visit to Lady Dimitrescu's office. For now, Aleena was safe. They still had a few days to gather information about Mother Miranda and whatever she was planning. Bela was about to leave after her sisters when her mother called her back. She froze.

"Bela, you stay. We need to talk."

"Yes, mother?" She sat in front of her mother again.

"What were you and Cassandra fighting about?"

"I-I... uh, it's true. I'm in love with Aleena."

Bela decided it was time to stop lying. After all her mother was the person she trusted the most in this world, besides Aleena. Lady Dimitrescu stared at her face emotionless. Bela couldn't figure out what she could be thinking. She looked down, avoiding her mother's intense gaze.

"It's different this time," she explained. Although Alcina never bothered when they got involved with women, she hated the mess it usually caused. Sometimes Cassandra would slaughter her partners in her bedroom or some other place too hard to be cleaned. Daniela fell in love too easily, always having her heart broken when she discovered the subject of her affection was only using her to escape the castle and the fate every servant usually had. In this process, a lot of other things would break too. Such as the castle's furniture and the servant's bones. "I'm doing things right. I even asked her to be my girlfriend."

Bela wouldn't get involved with women so often as her sisters, but when she did, it surely never ended well. They'd become disappointed when they found out she didn't reciprocate their feelings. There would be a lot of arguing, tears and some of them would even dare to call her mother for a talk. In the end, they always died anyways.

She had never been in love before. Until now.

"Girlfriend?!" Lady Dimitrescu eyes widened in surprise and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Bela finally knew what what her mother should be thinking about. The woman she once loved. "Oh Bela..."

"She makes me happy, mother. Like I've never been before."

"And this is exactly what concerns me, daughter. You know how it ends."

"It doesn't have to end that way. I'm controlling my instincts very well and..."

"But she's human and young. She's going to study abroad, meet new people who are just like her. Then, she'll forget you ever existed."

That was the one thing Bela had accepted since the moment she decided to kiss Aleena. Soon, they'd be saying goodbye and there would be nothing left for her, only the memories. Yet, it was worthy. Every moment by Aleena's side was precious.

"I know that," she assured Lady Dimitrescu. "Mother, the only thing I want is your word you're letting her go by the end of this week. Whatever her brother did, Aleena's innocent."

"Okay, daughter," her mother's hand touched hers. The corners of her mouth curled up in a small smile. "I promise you. As long as you promise me you and Cassandra will stop fighting."

"Okay, I'll ignore her provocations. I promise."

"You know your sister, Bela. Cassandra is very attached to our family. She's only jealous most of your attention is being dedicated to Aleena."

"Yeah, I know."

Bela held her mother's hand and smiled back at her.

"Girlfriend..." she was still muttering to herself and shaking her head in denial as Bela stood up and started to walk away. "Well, I suppose there were worse options."

As she opened the office's door, ready to leave, Alcina spoke:

"Bela, take care."

"I will."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Guest Room - Present Days

I asked my breakfast to be served in my room. Going to the dining room all by myself was pointless, as Bela and her sisters were reunited with their mother in her office. I wondered what they could be discussing. Was it about me or Auryk?

Anyways, our time was running out. I only had until the end of the week to prove my brother's innocence and expose Miranda's betrayal against the Four Lords. There was only one problem, if Auryk wasn't stealing from the Lords, he wasn't involved in something good either. The manner he spoke to me on the phone, it seemed dangerous and secretive.

And there was Bela. Everytime I remembered the page I ripped off from those diaries I'd feel my chest tightening a little bit. I wouldn't let my brother, and whoever he was working for, lay a finger on her. From the moment I arrived, she was nothing but sweet to me. She always did everything to protect me and I was willing to do the same.

Mrs. Volkov entered the room, bringing a tray of food. She locked the door behind her.

"Ms. Novak, I'd like to speak to you in private for a moment," she asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"I couldn't help noticing Ms. Bela coming and leaving this room very often lately."

"Yes," now I could understand why Cassandra was always threatening the staff with her knifes. Even if Mrs. Volkov was trying to protect me, what I did inside my room was none of her business. I feared she'd tell Alcina. "We're working on a personal issue of mine. And I'd appreciate if this information stays between us only."

"My mouth is shut, Ms. Novak. I only beg you to be careful, I've seen many girls like you going missing or being dragged to the dungeons after getting involved with the mistress' daughters."

Of course she had to remind me of the fact my girlfriend probably has had enough partners to fill both sides of a book page.

"Thank you for your concern."

And of course she had to run right into 'Ms. Bela' as she opened the door to leave.

"Mrs. Volkov," she greeted, polite as she always was. Sometimes I wondered if Bela was so well mannered even when she was killing her victims. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Everything's fine, Ms. Bela. I was only serving Ms. Novak her breakfast."

"Thank you. I suppose we're good for now. I call you if we need anything else."

Bela shut the door, immediately forcing the woman to go away. I asked her to lock it, just in case.

"Good morning, love," she sat by my side at the table and pressed a kiss on my cheek. "I hope you saved me some because I'm starving."

"Hey, didn't you just have breakfast with your mom?"

"Not actually, I refused it. I was waiting to have breakfast with you, like we do every morning."

She smiled, causing butterflies in my stomach.

"Aren't you sweet?" I was kinda expecting her to come. I even asked Mrs. Volkov for an extra cup and plate. I passed it to Bela. "I was hoping you'd come."

I retributed her kiss.

"So, what are doing today?" She wanted to know. "Are we coming back to your house? Or would you like to do something different?"

"I wish, but we have to finish reading the diaries. I only have a few days left before your mom decides what she wants to do to me."

"I spoke to her. She's letting you go by the end of the week."

"Is she?" I asked, to be sure.

Bela nodded in response.

I should be happy with the information, Lady Dimitrescu wasn't going to kill me after all. But I wasn't. I was expecting her to protest and keep me as a prisoner for weeks, months, maybe years as it seemed Auryk wasn't coming back. I wanted to be stuck in that castle for the rest of my life, as long as I had Bela by my side.

"She has a meeting with Mother Miranda tonight," she added. "She usually doesn't come back until the morning. We should do something special."

"Like what?"

"Like a date?"

The concept of having a date was a little bit difficult when you lived in a village that wasn't even in the maps Your options were very limited: going to the nearest town, going to the pub or do something at home. The first two options could not end well as we'd be going too far from the castle or if any villagers recognized Bela.

We could stay in my house and order some food, there was this restaurant in town that would deliver even in that hellhole of a place. We could also watch movies and make out on the couch.

Maybe more. I was desperate for more. Especially now I knew we'd be separated soon. I wanted to enjoy every second of your moments together. Yet, I was insecure. I couldn't help thinking of Mrs. Volkov comment regarding Bela's level of experience.

"I think I have something in mind," I grabbed Bela's hand. "Ready?"

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's House - Present Days

We rod to the village as were doing every day. I was always concerned some other villager could see me and recognize me. At this point, everybody should know about what happened to me. They'd instantly connect the dots if they saw Bela. When we arrived to my house again, I was relieved. Almost. Until I saw the front door had been forced open.

"Oh fuck," I quickly took my daggers before taking another step into the house. "Somebody broke into my house. They may still be in there."

Bela took some kind of blade from her boots too.

"What? I have my tricks too, love." She asked, noticing I was surprised. "Cassandra isn't the only good hunter."

We carefully opened the door. Before I could even do anything, Bela grabbed me and covered my mouth. Her senses were probably detecting something nearby.

"Shhhh," she pointed to her ears. "I can hear something... in the basement."

"But not all of us are vampires," I muttered. When I noticed, Bela had already vanished, turning into flies. I followed her to the basement, after grabbing a rifle. Before I even got there, I already heard a male voice screaming.

"What the fuck?! What are you freaks even doing here?!"

I recognized it before I could even see the figure. But I waited until I was downstairs to confront him.

"Heisenberg. I could ask you the same," I spoke, pointing the rifle at him even if I knew it was useless. "What are you doing here?"

"You," he turned around from the hidden cabinet where the weapons were stored. "Weren't you trapped at Lady Super Sized Bitch's castle?"

"Have some respect talking about my mother," Bela shaped back into her body. "Not that she has any talking about you. So I guess you both are even."

"Oh great, and you brought one of the daughters with you. At least it's the decent one."

"Are you going to explain what you're doing in my house?" I angered. There was a good reason of why that man was there again. Coincidentally when he had a meeting with Miranda later that day. "Let me guess. You're searching for something to take to the Highest Bitch In Charge tonight. Am I right?"

"Wait, wait..." Heisenberg showed his hand as a sign of truce. I lowered the rifle. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Are you searching for something to take to Mother Miranda in the meeting tonight? Because many things are going missing, under mysterious circumstances that are strangely connected to her."

"Do you think Mother Miranda is the one stealing from the Lords?"

I told him about my conversation with Auryk and his suspicions about Miranda's involvement in the situation.

"I knew it!" Heisenberg kicked away an old wooden chair, shattering it to pieces. I shot Bela a confused glance but she also had no idea of what was going on. "I fucking knew it! She's been plotting against us. I always warned my siblings this day would come but they never believed me."

"We're searching for evidence against her," I explained. "To find out what's her plan. Do you have any ideas?"

"Are you sure you can trust her?" He pointed at Bela. "Her mother is the one who kisses Miranda's ass the most. After Moreau, of course."

"Absolutely," I told. "Bela's with me on the matter."

"Sit down, the two of you, and I'll tell you what I know."

We sat on the armchairs we had down the basement. Heisenberg pulled a bottle of whiskey from one of Adrian's secret hideouts. He was about to take a sip directly from the bottle, but I made him serve all of us. Something told me I'd need alcohol to deal with that conversation.

"All these years serving her and we're only her tests subjects, girl. We were all declared a failure upon bitch Miranda's eyes. Me, Lady Super Sized Bitch, the Moronic Freak, the Ugly-Ass Psycho Doll and even this..." Bela scowled at him, letting him know she wouldn't appreciate any offensive nicknames he could have for her, "this girl and her sisters. We're trapped in this village, being forced to decades of humiliation and servitude."

"Are you telling me you don't worship Miranda like your siblings and the villagers?" I tried to understand.

"No!" Heisenberg shouted. "Can't you see? She has taken everything from me. My humanity, my dignity! And now she has found the perfect vessel for her experiments, she's planning to get rid of us."

I drank the entire cup of whiskey in one sip. I looked at Bela, I could see that deep down she shared the same feelings for Miranda as Heisenberg. She tried to follow me, but judging by her face, she wasn't used to that kind of drink.

"I know what it feels like," she took off her helmet, showing the scar on her head and also the tattoo. "I also hate how she treats my mother and she's always too blind to see it. Whenever she returns from a meeting, I can read it on her face. She's disappointed at herself. She's miserable. She's always feeling she isn't enough for Mother Miranda's purposes."

"Fuck! This is what I'm talking about! Look what she's done to you. Don't you think it's time we end this?"

"Okay," I interrupted their moment of mutual pain. "She really fucked up with you guys, so we need to find a manner to stop whatever she's planning."

"Your father," Heisenberg pointed to me. "That bastard also shared my feelings of revenge and hate against that bitch, but for some reason he never accepted to join forces. I knew he had some diaries that contained some important information, do you happen to know where they are?"

Before I could answer, Bela stepped in and spoke for me.

"This is what we've been searching for," she lied. She looked at me, giving me a signal we shouldn't trust Heisenberg completely yet. "Apparently, Aleena's brother has taken it with him."

"And where's the little criminal?"

"I don't know," I said. "Last time we spoke he was acting shady as fuck. Whatever he's involved with, it's not good."

"Hmmm, drugs probably."

"No! I'm pretty sure my brother isn't... what's a vessel, by the way? You said Miranda has found a perfect one for her experiments."

"A person who can achieve a perfect mutation," it was Bela who answered my question. "One without any flaws, any side effects. Unlike me, the Lords or any person that has turned into a Lycan."

"Exactly," Heisenberg added. "One with a body that will be able to revive her daughter."

"What the fuck..." I always knew Miranda was crazy, but not at that point. All those years, she had been misleading the villagers, the Lords only for her personal uses. "And who's this person? Where are they?"

"I don't know, kid. This is what I'm trying to find. If I destroy the vessel, there will be no ritual. And with the right proof in hands I can lead a rebellion against Miranda."

"You can count on me," I extended my hand to Heisenberg. "If I discover anything, I let you know."

"Smart girl," he shook my hand. "You'll have my full support if you need to escape that demonic castle."

"She doesn't!" Bela angered. "Mother is letting her go."

"Okay. If you need anything else then..." Heisenberg shrugged. Then he looked at Bela. "What about you, little Dimitrescu girl? Can we count on you?"

"Of course," she also extended her hand. "But you can't comment a word about this meeting with my mother tonight. She trusts Miranda above anything, she's going to blow up our plans."

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

While Aleena was taking a shower, Bela caught herself reading the diaries they found. Such a skilled predator should be proud of her achievements. The reports about her family were gruesome, terrifying, tragic. They were called many things, 'witches', 'monsters', 'abominations'...

"Psychotic bitches," definitely the most creative, a name given by Adrian Novak. Bela never had a personal encounter with Aleena's father, but she had definitely heard nasty stories about him, through Lady Dimitrescu and through Aleena herself. She thought of an appropriate nickname for him too and smirked. "Stupid manthing."

She closed the diary and walked to the mirror. Aleena told her to wear one of her clothes. She looked like a normal girl, one of Aleena's age, maybe two or three years older.

If it wasn't for that scar. That damn scar. When she woke up after the transformation, one of the first things she did was asking her mother how she had gotten it. Was it the reason she died? Later, she found out it was the reason why she was still alive. Something had been implanted in her brain, to transform her into... that. What about that tattoo? Young people had tattoos everywhere but certainly not on their foreheads. She was marked as one of the Dimitrescu daughters. Wherever she went, people would recognize her by that. Especially in the village. Countless times she and her sisters had caused panic among those people.

This was why Aleena couldn't take her out for a date. She couldn't take her to the pub, to meet her friends and do other things couples usually did. Bela clenched her fists in rage and frustration.

"Hey," Aleena left the bathroom, wrapped around a towel. "Sorry for taking so long. You look amazing, by the way."

Before heading to her wardrobe, she passed through Bela and planted a small kiss on her lips. She could live like that forever.

In fact, if the weather suddenly changed and the temperature dropped by the next day, she'd be stuck with Aleena in that house for days, months or even years. She could cook and clean the house while she was out for work. She could even find a manner to earn some money herself. She could be an artist and sell paintings. Or maybe a writer, she was a good one. Maybe she even had money already, after all she was the Countess' eldest daughter.

The idea excited Bela a lot... until she looked at Aleena's desk. If she was stuck in that house with her, she'd be giving up on her dreams of living in California and study in that Art Institute. And Aleena deserved that. More than any person she ever met.

It wouldn't last and she knew it. She always knew it.

"Selfish psychotic bitch," she muttered to herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Living Room - Present Days

I couldn't take my mind off my conversation with Heisenberg. I didn't even know how I was supposed to feel. I already hated Miranda before, but now I got the confirmation of the things Bela told me. She was nothing more than an experiment gone wrong and that woman was about to get rid of her and the others. I also thought about Alcina and Donna, who had no idea of what she was planning and trusted her blindly.

I also wondered, who was her perfect vessel? Was it someone from the village? Was it someone she had kidnapped? A million questions were going through my mind.

As soon as I finished getting dressed, Bela had sunk into one of her bad moods, where she became quiet and introspective, after acting normal all day. I already knew her enough to know something happened while I was in the shower and it was consuming her inside. Because as her own mother described, Bela felt everything very intensely.

"Would you like to go back to the castle?" We were in the living room, waiting for our dinner to be delivered. "We can go after dinner if you want."

"No," she said. I had turned on Auryk's video game console. Bela was quite curious about the game I was playing. Her eyes moved quickly as she observed every detail on the screen. "Not yet."

"Do you need to feed?"

"No, I'm okay."

I paused the game. Whatever happened, nothing seemed to distract Bela from it. She was quiet as in the morning she fought her mom or that night in her bedroom, before we kissed for the first time.

"Okay... why don't you tell me what happened? I left you alone in my room for some minutes and now you're upset."

Bela took a deep breath, as if she was trying to recompose herself and leave her emotions aside for the night.

"I'm not upset, love," she told me. "I'm focused."

"On what?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"If you don't move to the left side, like this," Bela took the controller from my hands, unpausing the game and making a move herself. "You're going to get yourself killed."

And she was right. Apparently her vampire senses worked for literally anything.

"Know what?" I turned off the console. "I'm done with this for the night. I already know I wouldn't be able to beat you if we played against each other anyways."

"What a sore loser," Bela finally let out a laugh. Mission accomplished, I was able to get her out of her bad mood.

"We'll see about that later."

"Will we?"

She lay on top of me, staring deeply into my eyes in an attempt to look dangerous. She pressed her lips against mine and I wrapped my arms around her body pulling her as closer as possible. Bela deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue inside my mouth. The way her tongue massaged mine, the way our bodies were moving together, the way my hands were exploring every inch of her perfect body... I was feeling things I had never experienced before. A heat that spread through every part of me. She finished her kiss biting my lower lip, leaving me stunned, breathless.

"I'm sorry, I got too carried away," she said, when we stopped. "We're almost setting ourselves on fire here."

"No, I want more," as I gazed into her beautiful golden yellow eyes, I couldn't be more sure. "I want us to burn."

Bela raised one eyebrow suggestively, as if she was trying to confirm what I had just told her. I let out a small laugh and nodded in confirmation.

"Then..." she pressed another kiss on my lips, "we should head back to your bedroom. Don't you think?"

I was about to give her an answer when the door bell rang. It was the delivery service bringing our dinner.

"Fuck, I had totally forgotten," I took a deep breath, trying to recompose myself.

"We can resume from where stopped later, if you want."

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I wanted it. I definitely wanted it, but I was too nervous for my own sake. If I didn't calm down, I'd end up ruining things. I remembered the night I invited a girl I was dating to my house. Even after having a lot of alcohol to calm my nerves and get me in the mood, I panicked. I panicked and locked myself in the bathroom until she went away. Needless to say she never wanted to see me again.

To try to distract myself, after dinner I sat down on my desk, reading carefully a page of the diary in front of me. The calligraphy was barely readable. Apparently that one belonged to my grandfather, Erik Novak, during his teenage years.

"March 13, 1962

The Lycan attacks have intensified during these days. It's almost impossible to even leave the house. My poor sister, Astrid, has been attacked while she was outside tending for the animals. We don't expect her to survive. The infection has spread to her whole body. Father suggested we put an end to her misery. Mother is still hoping for a miracle. We called Mother Miranda for guidance."

I felt a shiver going down my spine. It was almost like I could watch that scene playing in my mind, like a movie. I held the picture of Astrid, her beautiful dark hair and soft facial features. Such a terrible fate she was victim of. Why did my family still insisted on living in that goddamn place for generations after such a tragedy?

"Okay, I finally picked one," Bela emerged in my bedroom. She was in the living room, too amazed by my Netflix account. With so many movie options in front of her, she didn't know where to start. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I closed the diary. "I was just reading an entry while you chose. My grandfather's sister, she was bitten by a Lycan."

"It seems to happen quite often in your family. One of the diaries I read also reported a Lycan attack."

"It's like a family curse. In my generation, it was my mom. But in her case, there was not even time to develop an infection."

Family drama. Nothing related to the clues we were searching for. I decided to not think about anything else related to that village, Auryk or even Miranda for the next few hours. I wanted to enjoy my time with Bela, exclusively.

"So, let's see what you chose, Ms. Dimitrescu."

For my surprise, Bela had picked a Disney movie. I thought it was extremely cute, I was kinda expecting her to choose something classical or even an horror movie.

"Do you like this one?" She asked.

"I love it," I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as we sat down on the couch. "And I'll love it even more now it's the first movie we watch together."

I didn't make any interruptions as we watched the movie. Bela seemed so entertained, so genuinely happy. I remembered she probably had never seen a movie before. I didn't see any TVs inside the castle. If they even had one, they didn't have access to Netflix or any other modern features. I simply enjoyed the sensation of having her in my arms or the sensation of caressing her hair. I learned to appreciate the sound of her laugh more than anything in this world. When we met, I'd rarely hear it and now it was something she did often.

The world was easier when we were alone, just the two of us. Two lonely, misfit and traumatized individuals. Bela seemed to be the only person who understood my feelings, and I was this person for her too.

When the first movie ended, I asked if she wanted to see another one. She told me to choose this time and I picked a romance. With a happy ending.

God, we deserved to have a happy ending too. We both had gone through so much already. I had to stop Miranda. I couldn't let her take Bela from me.

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Eastern Europe, Aleena's Bedroom - Present Days

It was already two in the morning when we returned to my bedroom.

"Are you sure your mother isn't going to freak out or anything?" I asked as we prepared the bed. "Cassandra is definitely going to tell her. If she gets mad the claws will come out to play and it's kinda scary."

"As long as the dragon remains inside, we're okay," the corners of Bela's mouth curled up in a smile.

"Dragon?!"

"Nevermind, it's a joke. A myth the villagers invented. Don't worry, I don't think she's going to mind. I told her about us this morning and she took it very well."

"This is quite a surprise."

We lay on the bed and my heart started thundering inside my chest. I wasn't sure if she remembered what we started before dinner and that I had intentions of resuming later.

"I wish we could have this everyday," she spoke softly, when we were face to face. "This is the reason why I was upset."

"Why does it upsets you?" I asked.

"While I was here alone, I kinda wished the temperature would drop and I'd be stuck here with you for a while. Then I realized I was being selfish."

"You're not selfish. To be honest, I kinda wished the same. I don't wanna go away. I want to stay with you, forever."

Bela took my hand, holding it very tightly for a few seconds and then, she released.

"You can't, Aleena. You don't deserve this life, in this place. You deserve more. You deserve to go after your dreams, move to California, go to college, be with a girl that actually deserves you."

"I don't want another girl, Bela. I want you. I want you the way you are, with your virtues and also your flaws. That's what made me fall in love with you."

I'd usually let her take the lead, but this time I kissed her, hard and desperate. I didn't want to think about the idea of being away from her. Or being with somebody else. Even if we couldn't be outside most of the time. Even if I had to work on the pub for the rest of my life. Even if she needed to drink human blood. I didn't mind if my friends or my brother never accepted my relationship with her. In that moment, I had everything I ever wanted and I wouldn't waste it. I couldn't wish for anything else.

When I realized, I felt her hand going down my shirt, caressing my stomach.

"Do you still want to do this?" She asked.

"More than anything."

I knew Bela had probably done that a thousand times before, but I wondered if she was always so tender, so careful. She knew that was an important moment to me, I was letting down the last of my emotional barriers for her, so she acted cautiously on every move she made next.

First, she kissed me again for a very long time. I assumed she was giving me enough time to think if I was truly prepared. Then, her mouth placed a trail of kisses for all the way down to my neck.

We undressed each other, Bela lay on top of me and as she kissed me again, I couldn't stop thinking how good it was the feeling of having her naked body so close to mine. This time, I felt confident enough to explore parts of her I wasn't prepared the last time.

"What?" I asked when we parted and she gazed deeply into my eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"I have something to confess, love," she opened a beautiful smile. "I'm a little nervous too."

"Come on. Mrs. Volkov was scolding me this morning, telling me I was only one of the many women she saw leaving your bedroom."

"Yes, but it's the first time I do it with a woman I'm in love with."

It was my turn to smile. With my hand on her chest, I sensed how quick her heart was beating too.

"Well," I whispered seductively in her ear, "she's very in love with you too. So you don't have to be nervous."

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and pulled her face for another kiss. As Bela's hands traveled through my body, caressing my inner tights, I was shivering in anticipation. By the time she touched me where I wanted her the most, my first reaction was to shudder.

"How does that feel?" She wanted to know. "Do you like it, love?"

"Yes!" I threw my head back as her fingers continued to stroke my center. "Oh my god, yes. Please don't stop."

"I don't plan to. We're only getting started."

I was still nervous. I didn't know how I was supposed to act. Should I do something to please her too? Should I be silent? Because I was fighting so hard against the wild impulses inside of me, that wanted to moan and scream Bela's name as loud as I could. I buried my mouth on her collarbone trying to muffle a moan.

"This is okay," she stopped for a second, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes. "Just relax. You're being perfect."

I simply nodded in agreement. I just wanted her to continue what she was doing, but she had other plans in mind...

"What about now?" Bela inserted one finger inside me and started to move, slow and gentle. "Does it hurt?"

"N-No... this feels great..." I could barely form a coherent sentence anymore. In fact, I noticed I had stopped breathing. Yes, I could die right now and I'd die a happy woman. Was that what my father was trying to protect me from with his sick ritual? I couldn't be more happier to have broken his rules. I couldn't be more happier I waited and did exactly I was told to stay away from.

My heart was racing really fast. I felt all my muscles were starting to become tense. Bela inserted another finger inside me, moving a little bit faster and harder, but still making sure she wasn't causing me any pain.

And in that moment, I completely lost myself. My back arched and my whole body started to tremble under her body. Bela held me tightly. I relaxed too, wrapping my arms around her.

"Are you okay, love?"

"More than okay," I answered between pants. "To be honest, I think I've never felt so great before."

"Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Yes, you can now show me how I can please you."

We switched positions and Bela guided my hand as I tried to follow the same path as she did. She also rocked her hips to meet my rhythm. I wasn't so confident as she was. I was afraid I could do anything that could hurt her. But she was a patient teacher and I was a quick learner. Soon, she was already trembling in my arms too and I knew I had done it right.

I thought we were done with the best part, but I was wrong. After pressing one final kiss on my lips, Bela rested her head on my chest and said words I'd never forget.

"I love you."

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x f!oc #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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goldenmaybank · 4 years

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no strings ~ scout’s writing challenge

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: jj and y/n have had a no strings attached agreement for years, but that statement couldn’t be farther from the truth.

warnings: swearing, cheating, implied sex, and slight fluff

word count: 2.2k

this is my entry for @ptersparkers writing challenge! hope you all enjoy :)

no strings attached. that was the agreement we made back in freshman year. it's now junior year and that agreement still stands. no feelings involved, just pure fun, but how do you not fall for his big blue eyes and bright smile. it was only meant to be for one night, but one night soon turned into two then three and now i've lost count how many nights we've spent together. almost every night for this past year he’s slept in my bed under my silk sheets with our bodies intertwined with one another. i constantly convince myself it's nothing more than having fun but every time i hear his name i get butterflies and whenever he's near me my heart starts to beat a million times faster. i try to convince myself it's not love, but after being with someone in that way for three years it's impossible for it not to turn into that. but clearly it's possible for him at least. that's why i don't say anything and continue to hide my true feelings because i know he doesn't feel the same way as me and probably never will. i stay up every night with him on my mind and thoughts of what we could be consumes my every thought.

freshman year was the hardest of them all mainly because jj had a girlfriend at the time. i know what i did was wrong but the taste of his lips and the way he touched me that first night was so captivating. i knew from that moment i would never be able to let him go. i tried not to get sucked into him and his player ways, but soon the second night happened and from then it was history. we would meet every thursday night at my place at midnight. he was never late and it made me wonder if he craved my touch as bad as i craved his. we would walk past each other in the streets like we barely knew each other when in reality he knew every curve and mark on my body.

sophomore year was easier than the last since he no longer was with his girlfriend, but also harder because that's when i started catching feelings for him. now since he was single, we could actually be seen together, but still had to be cautious since i was a kook. i never understood the rivalry between the kooks and pogues, but i knew if any of the kooks found out i was with jj all hell would break loose. me and sarah were known as the kook princesses, and since she was dating topper, everyone expected me to date a kook too. before i met jj, i went on a few dates with rafe since thats who my parents wanted me to be with, but after realizing all kook guys are self absorbed assholes, i knew i could never be with any of them. the only kook i can tolerate is sarah, and at times she can even be blinded by the things topper tells her. a couple months into freshman year, i already started to get suffocated at the kook academy and went to the beach to escape, which is where i met kie. the moment i met her we instantly clicked and she invited me to the kegger that they were having that night. thats when i met the rest of the pogues, including jj. we spent the whole night attached at the hip drinking and laughing together. soon enough the guest room at the cheateu was filled with nothing but the sound of our moans. that was the first of many nights we spent there together.

almost every single day i would meet jj by the beach to spend time with him. whether we were surfing, hanging out on the hms pogue with the others, or eating at the wreck, i just loved being around him. although we weren't together people acted like we were. kie would always say we were unofficially official. soon enough our every thursday night meet-ups became every thursday and friday meet-ups and eventually every night meet-ups. we spent every night together at my place until my parents found out and we needed a new place, so we started hanging out at the chateau.

junior year has been the best one so far. jj and i hung out more in public not caring what anyone else would think and gone on what he calls "non-dates" even though it's exactly what dates are. he's met my younger sister and she absolutely adores him, which now makes me wish we never got our families involved in this since i know he doesn't reciprocate my feelings. i've spent so much time with him that i feel almost empty not being in his arms at night. he knows everything about me and i know everything about him. we've shared all of our secrets and deepest thoughts with each other. i've seen his vulnerable side so much that it's almost impossible for me not to fall in love with him. he's opened up to me and let me in more than anyone else in his life even his best friends. every night is something new with him and i never want it to stop even though i know inevitably it will.

"you remember the second night you stayed at my place and you got scared of my dog" i said laughing as we laid next to each other on my bed talking about our favorite memories together.

"look in my defense, your dog is huge and she woke me up out of my sleep." jj said chuckling slightly.

"she was just being friendly and you wouldn't stop screaming. almost woke up my damn parents."

"don't act like you haven't almost woken up john b before with your clumsy ass. you almost knocked over his whole desk trying to get into the room."

"i'm sorry i'm not an expert at climbing through windows like you."

"well when you've had a lot of practice you know how to." he said cockily.

"oh shut up." he laughed as i tiredly punched his arm, "you know damn well i was the first window you came through." i said sassily.

"you're right. you were."

"wait really? so jj maybank has never snuck into another girl's house before? i'm surprised."

"why?" he asked as he turns his body towards me and moves me so i face him.

"i don't know i guess with your reputation i thought you would've been with a bunch of girls before me."

"you wanna know the truth? you're the first girl i've ever slept with."

"wait what?" i sat up against the headboard looking at him confusingly, "what about your ex or all those tourons you would flirt with?"

"all we would do is flirt and make out a little, but it never went any further. either i was always drunk or they were and i never wanted that to be my first time, you know? and with my ex we were only fourteen and dated for a few months. i told you before i never really felt anything for her. it was all just so i could know what it felt like to be a boyfriend.”

“but we were only fourteen, when we..”

“i know, but it was different with you. you are different.”

"so, that means you were a virgin when we first-"

"yup." he said admittedly.

"wow. well i couldn't tell." i joked.

jj looked at me and chuckled slightly, but i could tell something was off with him. his eyes didn't have the same brightness as usual.

"what's wrong?"

"what do you mean? nothings wrong."

"jj, you can't lie to me. i've known you for way too long and i know when somethings wrong, so what's up."

"i don't know. i-" he sighs deeply as he looks at up at me, "it's just- is that what you think of me? that i'm just some player who fucks any girl that throws herself at me."

"what? no. of course not. i just assumed-"

"because that's not who i ever wanted to be." he said cutting me off, "i never wanted to be like- like my dad, you know?” he says as he looks down at his hands, fiddling with them, “as much as he claims he loved her, he treated my mom like shit. he would get drunk and mess around with a bunch of women because he could never commit. i never wanted to be like that. i never wanted to make a girl feel the way my mom felt. she was so heartbroken when he would come back home smelling of perfume and lie to her face. eventually, she had enough of it and just got up and left. kinda wish she took me with her. but i told myself i would never be like that and then i realized i was. back in freshman year when i cheated on my ex-"

"with me" i looked at him sympathetically understanding why what i said bothered him so much, "look, j you're nothing like your dad. i know i've never met him but from what you told me about him you two are completely different people. you’re nothing like that cheating, abusive asshole, okay? you're such a sweet, kindhearted person who always puts others before yourself, especially when it comes to your friends. i've never seen someone care so much about others than you. you have such a pure, kind soul and nothing will ever change that. i know you cheated on her with me and it probably wasn't the right choice, but it sure as hell wasn't a mistake and i won't call it that. being with you was never a mistake for me and i hope you feel the same about it but this" i say as i motion between us, "will never be something that i regret. i know i've said this before but i believe that this was meant to be and we were meant to find each other. the circumstance might not have been the best, but i found you and that's all that matters. you're nothing like him and never will be."

we both laid in silence looking up at the ceiling while raindrops hit the window softly. i started to wonder if maybe i said something wrong or said too much. i feel so deeply for him and whenever he tries to put himself down it breaks my heart. in my eyes he's the perfect guy despite all his faults. sometimes i think one day i'll tell him how i feel and scare him off which is the last thing i want to do. i want to be able to have these moments with him for as long as i can.

"you know, i want to get married before i have kids." jj said breaking the silence.

"that's random, but alright." i said giggling.

"i was just thinking about my parents and they had me before they even thought of marriage. i think that's where they could've went wrong. maybe if they would've taken the time to actually bound their love together before having a kid, they could've lasted longer. after they had me he could never commit fully because of all the responsibility, so maybe if they already took that step to "finalize" their love he would've stayed." he said shrugging.

"well i always wanted to have kids before i get married because i want my kids to be apart of my wedding."

"i guess we could just have two weddings then."

"huh?" i said confusingly finally looking at him.

he looks back at me and sighs, "yeah, i mean since you want one before and i want one after, we can just have two. we have the real one before and then we can renew our vows and have a second wedding with our kids so they can experience it with us."

"so, we're gonna get married and have kids?" i said smirking at him.

"i-i mean i guess. obviously only if you want to." jj said blushing as he started to look anywhere but at me.

i grab his face so he's looking at me, "i would love to, jj."

we both smile at each other as he pulls me closer to him connecting our lips. when we pull apart, i cuddle up into his chest as we continue to lie in silence. i feel my heart flutter as i feel his hands rub my back soothing me. being in his arms felt like home and i only hope he feels the same. as i start to think about how it would be if we were actually dating, the same words he would always say when we started this repeat in my mind "this is only for fun. no strings attached. no feelings. just pure fun." maybe that's all this will truly ever be, just fun, and that's the thought i have before falling asleep in his arms.

when i know she's asleep, i just stay awake and admire how she looks in the moment. even sleeping she has a slight smile on her face, which makes me wonder what she's dreaming about. sometimes i wish it was me she's dreaming about even though i know it's not. "just for fun" i remind myself of the words i said but that couldn't have been more of a lie, especially now more than ever. of course what we had was fun, but it was way more than that.

"i love you" i say as i kiss her forehead and wrap my arms tighter around her soon falling asleep as well.

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Here’s the link for the full version ^ ——

Sister dear (Steve x sister reader)

(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)

(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)

You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.

You were born four years apart.

He was born in a time when your parents actually loved each other. They had time for birthdays and family weekends together. They went out to the park on saturdays. They were a picture perfect family.

It just so happened that when you were born, your father stopped being quite so faithful to your mother. When you came into the world, your father was in Europe on a business trip. And he wasn't only up to business.

Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.

But then their parents no longer had time for him.

It was always work... and taking care of you.

It slowly changed over the years to only work, as your mother could no longer trust your father. Steve was left to watch you for weeks on end. He was good at it at first. He used to watch you carefully. He used to make sure you were happy and well...

Until he could no longer see his friends.

He was ten. You were five.

He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.

You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.

You TRIED talking to him. You really did.

You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.

That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.

It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.

Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.

Your mother made sure both of you knew to never walk into the middle of the road, so you could only cry as some unknowing stranger destroyed your wonderful music. The music you had saved up all your allowance for. The music that you had thought your older brother would like. The music that you thought might bring you two together.

When your mother and father returned, you tattled.

Steve was grounded for a whole week.

But he always needed to have the last say. So he sold your boom box and spent all the money on comics. He threw your sketchbook in the quarry water. He shoved you to the floor, saying that if you ever tattled again then you would join your drawing book in the cold water.

You stopped trying to give Steve your attention and love. You no longer wished he would spend more time at home. So you began exploring the town by yourself at the age of nine. You didn't really have friends to hang out with so you would browse through stores.

The arcade was your favorite place.

You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.

Why?

Because it always riled up a group of boys your age. They had no idea who kept beating them over and over. Every Sunday morning you watched them walk in... only to scream a few seconds later about how someone had beaten their score by ONE point. Again.

You loved having some sort of connection to them. Even if they didn't know it was you. Or even who you were at all. They were a weird little group, strictly sticking with only other A.V club kids. Besides, you hardly ever talked. What would be so special about you?

It also didn't help that your older brother had begun to build himself a reputation. When you were ten, he began to be known as king Steve. You knew he bullied one of the kids (wills) older brother while beginning to flirt with another's (mike's) older sister.

You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.

Every day you trekked to the high school, only to watch Steve hang around Nancy Wheeler and push Johnathan Byers. You would have intervened and told him that you really didn't want to wait twenty minutes (out of sight) for him to be done. But the last time he did that he made you ride the way home in the trunk of his car.

When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.

Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.

——-

"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.

"Any new cassette tapes." You shrugged, fingering each music case that caught your eye. "Do you have any Clash? I... lost mine." You didn't lose it. Steve broke it when he heard you mutter about how much you hated Tommy H.

"Yeah, we got a new box of cassettes delivered this morning." She hopped up and waved for you to follow her to the back room. "I miiiight have snagged a Clash cassette for you when I saw it." She grinned as she held the door open for the young girl.

"You didn't need to buy anything for me!" You gasped. You knew that the Byers needed all the money they could get. "Can I pay you back?" You immediately began digging through your pockets for spare change.

She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."

She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."

You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."

"Oh it's easy!" She grabbed the spare paper and crayons you always used when you visited. "You just need to find common ground. For example," she pulled up a stool beside her for you to sit at, "you both like to draw!"

You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"

"It'll give you more to talk about!"

——

So began your quest to pursue friendship.

You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.

They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.

You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.

They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.

Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.

——-

'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'

Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.

'What can we talk about... what should I say?'

A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.

"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.

Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."

You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."

Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."

You agreed hesitantly.

He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.

"You're a cartoonist!" Will smiled, holding the paper out in front of him. It was a caricature of Mrs. Byers. "You must be the girl my mom sees at her job!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "This is so good! I wish I could draw cartoons. But whenever I try... they look like potato's." He laughed.

You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.

His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.

You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"

"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"

——

Will had brought you to the A.V club after to ask the rest of the party. You had protested at first. What if they didn't like you? What if they said no? You would look so stupid! You tried to use your brother driving you home as an excuse.

But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.

Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.

It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.

——-

"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."

Your heart dropped.

"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."

Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"

"We don't have a-."

Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."

You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."

The door slammed in your face.

You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.

"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.

"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.

"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.

"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.

"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.

Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"

"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"

"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"

You sunk to the floor. Of course Steve ruined the only chance you might have of a friendship. How could she think that these kids would look past her family's reputation? No one ever did. Even her teachers expected her to be disruptive and rude.

"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."

"What?!"

"Traitor!"

"What about the party?"

Will lowered his voice, causing you to lean a little closer to the door. "She doesn't act like him. She never called me any names. She never told me that I'm a freak. She tried to talk to me about art."

"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.

Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"

"Who?"

"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."

"Y/N Harrington."

"WHAT?!"

"IT WAS HER?!"

"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"

#for you #bookish #wattpad #fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things fandom #stranger things #upside down #steve harrington fanfiction

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Change - Ch. 2

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 1,981

A/N - and this is the official first part for the second half of this series! I am so excited for you all to where this story goes! I’m posting a cast list right after this and please check it out because I have added a new character for this half of the series that I really hope you all like! please continue to leave feedback and any predictions you may have! I hope you all enjoy :))

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1989

Saying goodbye to the Losers was one of the hardest things Y/N had ever had to do. It was even harder than fighting a clown that turned into one's fears which was saying a lot, so when the day came where Y/N would be leaving Derry and returning home she was a mess to say the least.

She had woken up in an odd mood, a feeling of dread washing over her as she had looked to her clock to see that Beverly had already left for Portland and that she would be leaving soon as well. It was like she was going through the motions that morning, Stan never leaving her side as the two cousins worked on packing her stuff up. Neither found themselves able to utter a single word and it had to be the quietest the two had been all summer.

It was only when the last of her stuff was packed in the car and the two were sitting in their birdwatching spot in the woods that they broke the silence, Stan letting out a soft sigh as he glanced at his cousin with a hopeful look in his eyes. "You sure you don't want to just move here?" he questioned.

"I wish," Y/N sighed, glancing down at her hands before letting her gentle gaze fall on her curly haired best friend. "But you know my parents would never allow it."

Stan frowned and Y/N watched as he pulled his knees close to his chest, hugging them tight in an attempt to comfort himself. "Things are going to change, aren't they?" Stan whispered, his words making the young girl still.

Change had always been a scary subject for her and she knew her life would be different the moment she left Derry. However, before she could dwell too much on it, she distantly remembered Bill's words to her the day her parents had called to tell her their divorce was finalized.

"Yes, they are," Y/N admitted and she tried to ignore the pained look on her cousin's face. "But," she said causing Stan to look to her, "just because our lives are changing does not mean everything will. We will still always have each other, you know. We'll always be best friends."

Stan was silent for a moment as he let his eyes flicker over the girl's face, relaxing slightly at the gentle and warm smile she gave him. He had never felt more loved than in that moment, but his worries still troubled him.

"Promise?" Stan whispered, shakily holding up his pinkie. He needed the confirmation and they both knew it. He wouldn't be able to let her go if she didn't.

"I promise, Stanley," Y/N whispered as she reached out and locked their pinkies together. They had always taken pinkie promises seriously, so a promise like this was a big deal for the two. "Best friends until death do us part."

"Until death do us part," Stan agreed, his voice soft as he squeezed his cousin's pinkie one last time.

They would end up following that promise until death did break them apart, but they didn't have to worry about that for now. They still had a long twenty seven years of friendship ahead of them and there was no need to worry about it for now.

It wasn't much longer before the Losers began to show up, Bill being the first and sneakily pressing a kiss to the girl's cheek when no one was looking. Then came Ben and Mike before finally Richie and Eddie showed up.

Y/N had hugged Ben first, the boy struggling to stop his tears as he hugged her tight. He thought back to when they had first met, how she had seemed to glow as she softly asked if he was alright after his run in with Bowers. She was like his own guardian angel and Ben had been so happy when she became his friend.

He hadn't wanted to let her go, but knowing she had the others to say goodbye to, he had reluctantly released the girl. Y/N had given him one last smile behind her tears, gently brushing his hair out of his face and whispering "Goodbye, Ben" before moving onto Mike who was quick to envelope the girl in a big hug.

Mike hadn't thought saying goodbye would be so hard, but he realized just how wrong he was as he hugged Y/N for the last time. She had saved his life on more than one occasion and the two had only grown closer as the summer went on. Y/N was Mike's first friend and he would forever be grateful for that, but saying goodbye to her was harder than being forced to kill the sheep on his farm.

"Goodbye, Mike."

Richie was next and he tried to hide his sadness, but it was evident in the way he held onto her, his hands balling into fists as he gripped onto her like he was afraid he would never see her again. The two had been through a lot together that summer and had leaned on each other for comfort when the others weren't around.

Richie couldn't even stop himself from tearing up as the two pulled away and he quickly bowed his head to hide his tears. Y/N gently pushed his chin up so that he could look at her and the two stared at each other with watery eyes and sad smiles on their faces.

"You're not going soft on me now, are you?" Y/N teased earning a weak chuckle from the boy.

"Only for you, darling, but don't go around telling the others. It'll ruin my reputation," Richie joked half heartedly, but it was still enough to make the girl smile.

"Goodbye, Rich."

Eddie about broke her heart when she turned to him, the boy gently shaking his head and refusing to make eye contact with her. He didn't want to believe it, didn't want to accept that Y/N was leaving him. How would he go on without her? She was the one who kept him calm, the one who always knew how to comfort him when no one else understood. It felt like he was saying goodbye to a sister and he knew he was a goner the moment she turned her attention to him.

"Eds," Y/N sighed, her voice soft, but the word had barely left her mouth before Eddie was rushing forwards and pulling her in for a hug. He had to choke back a sob as he held onto her and Y/N shook in his hold as she began to cry. She had been doing so well up until that point, but Eddie had broken her and Bill would only be worse.

But for now Y/N focused on Eddie who gripped onto her with his one good arm as the tears freely flowed down his face. Not even Richie made fun of the boy for his tears for he too had begun to cry watching Eddie and Y/N embrace.

Stan was the one who had to break the two up, gently pulling Eddie back as the boy looked to Y/N with a heartbroken expression on his face. Y/N gave the boy a weak smile and wiped at her tears as she whispered, "Goodbye, Eddie."

She had to turn away from the boy quick before she could see his reaction to her words, but that may have not been the best idea for the sight of Bill was what broke her.

There the boy stood, his hands in his pockets as he shyly looked at the girl with red eyes as he struggled to hold back his tears. He gave her the softest of smiles and Y/N let out a small sob as she walked towards the boy who was already standing with his arms out waiting for her.

Y/N dug her face into the crook of Bill's neck, her hands balling into fists on the back of his shirt as another sob racked through her body and was muffled by his shirt. Bill swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath as the tears he had desperately been trying to hold back began to fall.

Bill was the first to pull away, knowing that it would only make things harder for the girl if they hugged any longer. He kept the closer distance as he reached up and cupped the crying girl's face, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears as he smiled gently down at her.

Y/N didn't even care that the others were watching and was quick to push herself up on her toes ever so slightly in order to capture Bill's lips in one last kiss. A small gasp was heard from the others before Richie's taunting voice muttered, "I fucking knew it."

The kiss was short, but held more meaning than any words could at the moment. Y/N slowly pulled away but stayed close enough that their noses brushed against one another as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Goodbye, Bill," Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she tried to engrave this moment into her memory. He was beautiful even with tear stains on his face and the sight was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

"Goodbye, Y/N," Bill whispered back, his voice cracking slightly as he gave her a shaky smile that the girl returned.

Bill allowed himself to admire the girl for a moment more, taking in her presence and that Y/N Uris smile of hers that he adored so much. He was going to miss her more than either of them would ever be able to put into words.

Bill glanced at Stan and gave the curly haired boy a small nod. Stan took the hint and went over to his cousin's side, gently beginning to pull her away while Y/N began to hold onto Bill's arms just a little tighter.

It was obvious she didn't want to go, but they both knew that she had to and maybe that's why her grip loosened once again as she allowed Stan to pull her back. Bill and Y/N kept their eyes locked on each other as their hands got one last lingering touch before Y/N was pulled away completely.

Y/N barely remembered getting into the car, but Stan was by her side within seconds, gently taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze to tell her that she was not alone. The h/c girl let out a shaky breath as she looked to her cousin and Stan merely gave her a small reassuring smile that enabled the girl to look out the window which she had rolled down in order to look at her friends one last time.

"Don't forget about us, sweetheart!" Richie exclaimed from the sidewalk, a teasing grin on his face as he wiped at the tears that had managed to escape.

Y/N's eyes flickered over each of her friends, starting with Stan who sat beside her in the car and moving to the others who stood outside—Ben, Mike, Eddie, Richie, and finally Bill. Each of them was desperately trying to keep it together and Y/N felt her eyes begin to water again as a smile appeared on her face.

"Forget about you? I can assure you that will never happen," Y/N told them, giving each of them one last smile which they quickly returned as the car began to pull away.

Little did she know just how wrong she was.

Y/N Uris wouldn't see them again for twenty seven years.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years

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CAREFUL, SWEETHEART (part XII/?)

Summary: sadness and alcohol can lead us to make a mess of a situation, and a mess can lead us to the biggest mistakes, but can the biggest mistakes lead to something else?

Pairing: Tony Stark x enhanced young!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff (with a bit of fun)

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Warnings: language, FEELS.

A/N: this is kinda lame but I'm having personal problems, so this is all I had time for. I hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated guys <3.

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Tony ran his hand over his face and scoffed "what could be worse than messing our friendship up again, sweetheart?" he grabbed his boxers and put them on. "because I fucking doubt there's something else to fuck up" He kept rumbling frustrated, about how we couldn't do anything right or something like that.

I wasn't really listening to him, since I got stuck in the fact that he didn't remember. The fact that it hadn't been him talking last night, but the alcohol. The fact that I was sober enough to remember telling him that I loved him for the third time, and to realize he didn't mean what he said.

And it broke me.

Someone opened the door abruptly, and we both froze in place. The first one to get it was Sam. "I told you guys they fucked. They were so damn loud" he looked at us with disgust as Rhodey and Wanda came in.

She stared at us in complete shock. "I can't believe it" she whispered, crossing her arms over her chest. "what the hell happened with the 'we're just friends' thing, Y/n?"

Great. My younger sister was scolding me. "I think I'm a grown ass woman, Wan" I hissed, mimicking her posture.

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, but before I could say anything, Rhodey spoke "if you're a grown woman start to behave like one" Okay, that was new. "and you" he looked at Tony exasperated. "care to explain me why is Pepper downstairs asking for you?"

Tony seemed caught off guard. But I saw something like hope in his eyes, and God, it hurt. "Pepper's downstairs?" my voice sounded so fucking small, so weak, that I felt ashamed.

Rhodey parted his lips slightly, the surprise shown in his face now mixing with confusion. "she was talking about something like a date with Tony, I think"

It didn't matter how harsh I gripped both of my forearms. It didn't matter I was trying to seem unaffected. Because my lower lip quivered anyways, and my heart started to ache. I felt tears threatening to fall, because it hit me like a freight train.

Tony just needed a quick fuck.

I should have had figured it out. He had been talking about Pepper for three weeks. Three fucking weeks. He had never been that much with anyone, and he had never seemed so in love.

Probably they had had an argument, and alcohol along me trying to cheer him up had been the worst combination ever.

I somehow understood. But that didn't stop my pain, nor my rage. "just put your shit together and go downstairs to talk with Pepper, for fucks sake."

With that, Rhodey left. Wanda followed his lead after giving me a sad glance. "next time you fuck, keep it down, 'kay?" Sam said, right before exiting.

As soon as the door closed, my tears fell down my cheeks, and my hands started to heat up. "Y/n just let me explain this. I can't remember what I told you last night in the party, but I can explain this."

Silence.

He was waiting for me to give him permission to continue. When I didn't speak, he placed a hand over my shoulder. "Y/n? Just tell me I you'll listen, sweetheart. Please"

I started to feel the heat against my forearms, slowly increasing, but I didn't care. I honestly couldn't distinguish between physical and emotional pain. It felt like he had just burned my heart, reducing it to ashes.

He noticed the damage my pyrokinesis was causing on my skin, and he didn't think twice before grabbing my hands with his. He flinched and cursed under his breath when he held them, and rapidly change his position to grab my wrists. "careful, sweetheart"

I jolted my arms away from him, letting them fall to my sides. I looked into his eyes, and I didn't think twice, I just said it. "I hate you so much..."

First thing was confusion, like he hadn't understand me

Then disbelief. Of course he wouldn't believe it. But with a second look into my eyes, the next emotion showed up.

Pain. Pain because he knew I meant it, because our friendship was over, this time for good.

Then the guilt came. He was blaming himself, but it was just an instant.

Because as soon as panic showed up in his gaze, the guilt disappeared.

He froze, so did I. I was sure I didn't really hate him, but in that moment, it felt like that, and I just wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.

But it was a mistake. I didn't know how I managed to get it, but I instantly knew he was much more in pain than I was. And not because he loved me, no. It was because, no matter what I thought, or what he would admit, deep down we knew we were one of the most important parts of each other's lives.

"Tony" Steve came in while Tony was getting dressed. He was avoiding my gaze at all costs, and I didn't know how to fix it, so I just stood still. "Pepper's downstairs."

His demanding captain voice came out, and gosh it got me on my nerves, but Tony? Tony wanted to punch him. "I'm. getting. dressed."

Steve shoot him a warning glance right before Tony walked towards the door. "Tony." he didn't listen to Steve, walking past him. And Steve held Tony's forearm.

He turned around abruptly, pushing Steve hand and arm away from him. "Don't fucking touch me, Rogers" he hissed.

"calm down right now" Steve commanded.

"I'm not one of your soldiers" Tony spit out.

Someone was going to get hurt, and, if it was another day, I would have stopped them, but today? Today, they could fuck themselves.

I passed by between them, pushing them aside and making both of them stumble. "I hope you beat the shit outta each other!"

And with that, I walked to my room.

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TONY'S P. O. V.

Put yourself together, damnit!, I internally scolded myself. Because I had to seem collected, Steve was right behind me and I just couldn't allow the Golden boy to see my cry.

Just a handful of people had seen me cry. My parents, Rhodey, and Y/n. And I wasn't planning on adding anyone else.

But the tears welled my eyes, it hurt to hold them back. "I know the way to my damn office, Rogers" I let out in a hiss.

He didn't stop walking behind me. The only difference was that now, he spoke. "what were you thinking Tony?" he asked in an incredulous whisper. "Did you see her face? You broke her!" my fists clenched at his words. "you used her, and know you have your girl in your office, because you have no control over-"

"You're so" I turned around, facing him. "damn. Hypocrite." he was going to say something, probably something about his impeccable and heroic life, and how he had never do something immoral. But I cut him off before he could get started. "why don't you go and fuck with your bestfriend's girl again?" he went livid "Does Wanda know about it?"

"she doesn't have to." he answered coldly. I scoffed and he kept going. "Wanda and I weren't dating when it happened."

"whatever helps you to sleep at night, Cap" I quickly walked away at the same time as I felt those burning tears running down my cheeks.

It had hurt too much to hear her saying it. I knew she would end up hating me. Everyone does, somehow. But those three words killed me.

I got in my office, wiping my tears. Pepper was already sitting in one of the chairs. "Morning, dear" I greeted her.

I sat down, the hangover finally kicking in. "I reconsidered your offer" she stated. I just nodded, grabbing a pair of sunglasses from one of my desk's drawers and putting them on, trying to block the light. "however, I still think breaking up would be the best, for" she gave me a knowing look before sighing. "for different reasons."

"well, it's a pity, but I think I agree with you-" I pinched the bridge of my nose in a vain attempt to decrease my headache. "fucking alcohol" I grabbed the contract from my desk and slid it to her. "like I was saying, I doubt dating my CEO will give Stark Industries a good reputation."

Pepper started to read the contract with a ghost of a smirk. "I don't know if Stark Industries' reputation would be affected, but I'm sure Y/n will"

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clownao · 6 years

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A few of you seem to be interested in my OC Mio. So I did this OC fic instead of writing Which Partner... yeah. I have no self control.

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wasabi

Mio stared at the huge onigiri laying innocently in front of her.

Karma’s cacophonous cackles rang through the classroom. “Oy, Hikage, you know you can back out any second now,” he teased her, a wicked smirk on his face.

“I'm going to eat this,” Mio murmured savagely, glaring daggers at the offending onigiri.

Mio had been imitating Karma and his mannerisms for fun, but she'd went a bit too overboard and angered Karma. Karma, being the malicious devil he was, challenged Mio to a bet. Mio brashly agreed, and to her severe humiliation, she lost the bet. And now she had had to eat a spiced onigiri filled with wasabi. Technically, she could refuse (read: chicken out), but she didn't want her reputation to be damaged further. And besides, Karma’s smug face was really pissing her off.

“You deserve this,” Kataoka had just commented when Mio talked about it.

Nakamura casually leaned against Mio’s desk, observing the onigiri with interest. “Come on, a little wasabi can't bother our ruthless Mio-chan, right?”

Kimura, one of Mio’s best friends, happened to be watching. Upon seeing a uncharacteristic waver in Mio’s eyes, and the way her hand shook slightly, he began to wonder if the daring Mio was actually afraid of spicy food. After all, he'd never seen her eat anything remotely spicy. She even had some reservations when Kimura offered her his mom’s famous homemade curry.

So that's how this girl can be defeated… using wasabi.

“Hikage, don't force yourself if you're not up to it,” Kimura called, unusual worry for his friend bubbling inside him.

“Oooh,” Karma and Maehara drawled. They had taken up a habit of wolf-whistling every time Kimura and Mio talked, which was seriously annoying Kimura.

Mio shook her head stubbornly. “Don't worry, Kimura! I will finish this onigiri.” She grabbed a water bottle, and plopped it on her desk with unnecessary force.

“I. Am. Ready,” Mio announced, face stiffening with determination. Nakamura, Karma, and Maehara clapped boisterously and cheered her on.

“... If you say so.” Kimura sweatdropped.

Mio could feel the eyes of the class on her. She’d always been so cool and casual in front of her classmates; she couldn't afford to panic now. Her hand reached out for the onigiri, and gripped it firmly.

Jeez, that Karma had to make it plus-sized too… and he knows my favourite food is onigiri. He'd gone so far on this personal attack!

Squeezing her eyes shut, Mio slowly lifted the dreaded onigiri to her mouth. When it was around halfway there, Mio thought “fuck it”, stuffed the onigiri in her mouth, and chomped down. It wasn't like she had anything more to lose.

“Mio-chan!” Nakamura exclaimed.

For a single, shining moment, Mio could taste the gorgeous, glutinous grains of rice, which lured her in a false sense of security-

Then pain abruptly invaded Mio’s senses. She coughed, instinctively whipping the onigiri away. Her tongue was burning and sizzling, and her mouth and eyes watered. Soon, her throat began to feel like it was on fire. She blindly grabbed her water bottle and chugged half of its contents down.

“Wow…” her classmates gaped, equal parts horrified, amused, and in awe.

“Gah!” Mio burst out, her tongue dangling out, which made her look like a dog. “The actual fuck-”

“Language!” Kataoka hollered from the other side of the room.

“Hikage, you okay?” Maehara approached her and asked.

“If you can't do it, it's okay too!” Nakamura said.

“Your face is all red,” Hazama commented idly.

“Oy!” Kimura barked upon seeing the classmates crowding around his friend. “Give her some space! Hikage, don't do anything stupid!”

“Ha…” Mio wiped a few tears from her eyes. “Kimura’s finally acting like a police officer… so cool… so full of authority…”

“Hey, why did you add that ‘finally’?” Kimura cried, eyebrows pinched together. “And I was actually concerned about you!”

(Kimura usually didn't mind Mio’s jokes, but maybe seeing her so affected by wasabi of all things made Kimura a little touchy. At least he could see the wasabi hadn't killed Mio’s sassy brain.)

“Eat it slowly, will you? No one wants you to choke and die,” Hazama remarked bluntly.

Maehara coughed. “Let's kill Korosensei using a wasabi-filled onigiri.”

“Very encouraging, Hazama-chan.” Mio rolled her eyes. The girl resolved to finish this cursed onigiri as quickly as possible, or else she would prolong her suffering. She took the onigiri again and braced herself for the second assault-

“I'm going to get some water!” Kimura yelled. He grabbed Mio’s water bottle and zoomed to the water fountain outside. The other students felt a sudden breeze whoosh past them as Kimura dashed away. The panting boy ran back to the classroom, where Mio was furiously chomping rice and wasabi in her mouth. A red flush began to fill her cheeks, and he could see what suspiciously looked like moisture in her eyes.

“Take it easy, Mio-chan.” Nakamura cheerily wiped the sweat from Mio’s face.

“You're doing great, and Karma is a douchebag.” Hazama flipped through a book on curses.

Karma’s mercury eyes were dancing with mischief. “This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't had made so much fun of me,” he drawled.

Mio snatched the water bottle from Kimura, and drank it as if it was her lifeline (it probably was). The cool liquid ran down her throat, soothing her tingling tongue. “Kimura, you're a lifesaver,” she mumbled after a long drink. “I love you.”

Even though Kimura knew it didn't mean anything, hearing the words “I love you” still made his heart skip a beat. Which was really weird, because Mio was like a wacky sister to him.

“I'm sorry I had to make you go through this." Mio sent Kimura an apologetic glance. “It'll hopefully get better from now on.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it'll probably feel worse and worse until you desperately crave the sweet release of death,” Hazama said. “Just trying to mentally prepare you.”

Throughout the next ten minutes, Mio did her best to cram the wasabi onigiri down her stomach, while Kimura became a delivery boy, and made countless trips to the water fountain and back to bring cold water. The other students were all yelling and cheering, their voices growing greater with every bite she finished.

“You're almost done!” Nakamura’s hands tightly gripped Mio’s desk, her baby blue eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“Not to sound dramatic, but I want to fucking die.” Mio’s speech was slurred due to the intense sensations her tongue was experiencing. She coughed loudly, and every hot breath that escaped her lips was a torture to her mouth. Her tired eyes found the very last piece of onigiri, and she found she had no strength or motivation to move.

“G-go for it!” Kimura’s red forehead was dotted with beads of sweat, and he solidly placed the water bottle besides Mio. He then bended and placed his palms on his knees.

Mio felt sorry for Kimura. He didn't have to do so much for her, especially when he wasn’t involved. But she could hardly form a sentence to convey that.

The class’s cheers crescendoed into a defeating roar as Mio gingerly picked up the mixture of rice and wasabi. Her lips parted and with magical resolve, she put it in her mouth and chewed. After what felt like a century, she swallowed.

“I… finished?” she muttered, dazed.

“HOORAY!” Nakamura flung her arms in the air. “Mio-chan! Mio-chan!”

Kimura practically shoved the water bottle in her face. “Drink th-this.”

Mio’s face was as red as a tomato, and strands of hair were plastered to her sweaty forehead. She gladly took the bottle.

“I don't want to eat an onigiri ever again,” Mio mumbled. “I'm so done.”

“But Mio-chan, your favourite food is onigiri!”

Mio slumped over her desk, red cheeks squishing against the surface. “I've been defeated…” Her voice was unusually soft.

Maehara and Okajima watched the girl with interest. “Is it just me, but Hikage… without her mean words… looks pretty cute now…”

That irritated Mio. “Oy, you boys-” she started to say, but broke into a coughing fit. Nakamura thumped on her back with much gusto.

Kimura himself was hot and tired after all that running. He stumbled to a nearby seat, not caring whose it was.

“Kimura-chan!”

Kimura’s head immediately snapped up, because there was only one person he knew that would call him with the suffix “chan”.

Kurahashi bounded over, a carton of apple juice in her hand. The cute smile on her face was dazzling Kimura.

“Kimura-chan worked really hard today!” Kurahashi sang. “Here, take this juice to replenish your energy!”

Kimura’s eyes widened. “E-eh? I-I-I can't d-do that-” he stuttered.

He was too late, and Kurahashi had already pressed the carton in his hands. “Kimura-chan was really cool just now~~”

Pink dotted Kimura’s cheeks, and he scratched his head sheepishly. “Ah, really?” the flattered boy laughed.

As Kimura happily sipped his apple juice, Mio said, “Thanks for helping me, Kimura. You didn't have to do that. It was all my fault.”

“No problem. What are friends for?” he flashed Mio a grin.

“Ah, you two must be exhausted.”

Kimura and Mio tilted their head to see the class mom Hara with a placid smile. She was holding an onigiri.

The old Mio would've cheered loudly and eaten the onigiri in a view bites, but now she just wanted to vomit.

“I can't have you hating onigiri for the rest of your life, so I saved one from lunch for you. I guarantee it tastes delicious,” Hara said.

“... You don't have to…” Mio was so moved, tears began to form in her eyes.

Hara took out a pair of chopsticks and divided the onigiri in two. “Here, take half too, Kimura. You need it.”

Kimura and Mio were shocked by Hara’s kindness, but they couldn't refuse.

“T-thank you, Hara-san,” Kimura looked at her gratefully. He poked Mio in the side. “Hey, say thank you too!”

“Thank you…”

The class watched as the duo munched on Hara’s onigiri, while Hara petted their heads in a motherly way.

“This onigiri… is a gift from God,” Mio announced, grains of rice on her face. “It has restored my faith in humanity. Hara, I am forever in your debt. ”

“Don't talk with your mouth full!” Kataoka reminded.

Hara just chuckled. “Now, Mio, don't be so risky anymore, okay? People may take revenge, and you may suffer.”

“Yeah, that's true,” Karma added, but from his facial expression, everyone could see clearly he was still mad at Mio. Mio noticed his look, and glared at him.

“I'm not forgiving you, red feathered dude,” Mio said icily.

“Good to know. I'm not forgiving you either.” Karma idly played with his rubber knife, but his bloodlust was obvious.

“You are playing a very dangerous game here,” Hazama murmured in her ear.

“Well,” Mio yawned. “That's the cost of having a fun life.”

***

I also filled out the assclass OC fic bingo sheet by @dr-j33 just for fun. I was tempted to add "Nagisa who?" but lmao Nagisa doesn't appear much in my non OC fanfics anyway.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classroom oc #hikage mio #kimura justice #nakamura rio #hazama kirara #akabane karma #my fic #long post

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bestwishes86 · 4 years

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Reputation part 1 - Intent

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Perth Apichart stared at the dry erase board filled with diagrams of DNA and the breakdown of a cell but was completely lost. He scratched at the back of his head, a tell tale sign he got frustrated and tried writing it down as if that would make it make more sense but all he saw was gibberish of his own making. His wolffish handsome face was face of consternation. His large dark eyes closed in thought. His round nose flared at he let out a breath. Sighing in frustration he looked a few seats over and saw Lei was steadily writing answers to the pop quiz. The black glasses wearing Star Student was living up to the title. Dressed in crisp white button down with the emerald green tie of the 2nd years, and black slacks which was the private University dress code, he took extra care everything he wore looked perfect. While Perth, the star of the school Soccer Team wore his shirt with a few wrinkles, his pants were black jeans, in his eyes close enough, he frowned and had an idea, crumbling up his paper into a tight small ball he aimed and was about to throw it when Lei looked directly at him.

Perth froze, staring at the glaring face behind the black framed glasses. Lei mouthed the words (Do your test) and went back to writing. Moments later the ball bounced off his cheek. Lei stood with his hands on his hips and shouted "Perth!?!" And Perth looked up from his newly started answer page looking like a deer caught in high beams.

Lei looked confused and Perth shared his confusion both turned to look behind Perth where a blushing smiling girl waved at him. Lei waved back trying to laugh off the embarrassment as their classmates snickered. Perth’s eyes widened incredulously and he turned back to the girl and glared. In response she rolled her eyes. Lei being the smartest in their year was only one of the reasons so many admired him. Lei’s face is beautiful with large almond shaped eyes that were a mix of green with bits of amber brown beneath a pair of long dark eyebrows. He has a long nose with a rounded end above a Cupid's bow mouth. He has a limber swimmer's body. Even his thick brown hair, styled to the right with bangs falling above his green and amber eyes was perfect to Perth.

The loud sound of a wooden ruler hitting the desk brought everyone's eyes forward. Their teacher, a graceful older woman with long blond hair pulled back in a French braid wasn't pleased with the outburst. She folded her slender arms over her ample chest and purses her blue lips.

"Mister Bai, are you finished with your pop quiz?!" Miss Cecil asked in a slow menacing voice

"No Miss C," Lei said as he sat back down. Within seconds she had snatched his paper and spoke.

"Yes, you are now, so leave. Come back when you can keep in your seat and keep quiet," Miss Cecil said and when he opened his mouth to speak, a raised eyebrow from her caused him to shut his lips and leave in a hurry.

"Miss C it wasn't his fault he was provoked!" Perth explained and she didn't bother picking up his near blank paper and pointed at the door. Perth was buzzing with anger and wanted to say more but the look on her face was deadly. Looking down in defeat, he noticed the white canvas messenger bag beside Lei’s seat. He knew it was his because it had a human heart picture done in rainbow watercolor across the flap.

"Is there a reason you're still here?" Miss Cecil shouted. That snapped him out of his revelry and he nodded at her and moved between seats and students to grab the bag and head toward the door. He moved swiftly, his large brown eyes searching the hall for Lei but he was already gone.

"Knowing that geek, he's probably off somewhere crying over this. I doubt he's ever been in real trouble before..." Perth thought, anxiety growing as he took out his old iPhone and placed a call. The bag vibrated and cursing, he reached inside and dug around a bit before finding the sleek new sky blue Oppo phone. He looked at the screen and was shocked to see the contact photo was of him sleeping in class. Perth frowned at the photo, it wasn't a good one. His mouth had drool on it, and he looked like a dog passed out.

"That sneaky little fox," Perth said dropping the phone back into the bag and going off to find the little fox.

Lei sat in one of the stalls, breathing heavily and holding himself as he tried to get a hold of himself. He was so embarrassed, all the eyes on him, the laughter. His heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He tried so hard to calm down, to just focus on breathing. That's what his mother had told him when she was alive.

"Sometimes the world seems too big for you, I know it well my love. But close your eyes and focus on each breath you take. With each breath think about one good thing. Count them, focus on each person or place and count them. It will help slow your heart and you'll smile after" he could still hear her soft, gentle voice and he closed his eyes. Tears ran down his cheeks as he remembered Miss Cecil failing his test. He clasped his hands to his ears and tried to block out the sounds of her angry voice and the students laughter.

Outside the stall, Graham Tavish was styling his hair. Tall and handsome with a face with no blemish, all the girls wanted Graham. His family's wealth and position of power in the world of Digital Tech made him a very sought after man. He took advantage of this every chance he could. Each lock of his recreated bed Head hairstyle needed to be flawless. The sound of wheezing and whimpering caught his attention and he turned quickly and looked at the white stall doors. He narrowed down the sounds to a doors few feet away from him and asked out loud.

"You ok!?!"

The sounds became muffled and he knocked on the door.

"I'm.....fine... please go away," came a choked reply. Graham remembered his older sister Becca when she was having anxiety attacks and knew it was the worst thing he could do. So he reared back and kicked the door hard. The door swung back and almost hit the boy huddled forward holding himself so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Hey...hey," Graham said softly crouching in front of Lei. He didn't know the boy, his tie was the green color of the junior, and he was a senior so this boy was his responsibility.

"C'mere," Graham said and reached out and grabbed Lei and lifted him off the toilet and carried him out of stall. The freshman was so small it was like lifting a girl Graham thought as he carries him out of the bathroom and to one of the benches beside it. Taking hold of Lei’s trembling hands he smiled down at Lei who watched him with frightened eyes.

"It's going to be ok, whatever it is, it's not as bad as you think it is. Just lay here and catch your breath," Graham said softly and kept smiling as he turned to make sure no one was around. His sister had always hated the way he looked at her when she was escalating . So he made sure no one could see Lei’s face as he cried. He was grateful no one came, after a few minutes be felt a soft tug on his shirt. He turned and his eyes widened as he looked down at the golden skinned boy with Amber eyes looking back at him. His cheeks were Rosy from crying and his eyes were puffy from it too.

"Thank you," Lei said slowly and Graham nodded. To him Lei looked as beautiful as any girl he had dated, and he couldn't think of words as the boy sat up slowly and held his held.

"Headache? Yeah that happens after a anxiety or panic attack."he finally said remembering how to talk.

"How did you know," Lei asked his eyes tearing up again.

"My sister used to have those, she still does but she doesn't live with me anymore so I don't know how many she has," Graham recounted. Lei nodded and looked around frowning.

"I have pills in my bag, but it's not here."Lei explained trying to get up but fell back down. Graham held him up against the wall and spoke, "Easy there, your body is coming down from being super active it takes a minute to feel right again" Graham said smiling a charming smile and wiped at Lei’s brow with his sweater sleeve.

The same smile Perth saw from a few feet away having finally found Lei. His large dark eyes were set in a glare as he stomped over. Graham's attention was on Lei but Lei saw the tall angry man heading there direction and quickly moved Graham's hands away.

"Little Fox! You forgot your bag!" Perth exclaimed his heartbeat pulsing in his ears as he watched Lei move away from the handsome guy Perth had seen at the Medical building. The man had a reputation for bedding any beautiful woman who walked past him.

Lei leaned forward and reached for it and Perth took a step back. His intent to get Lei to move away from the wolf next to him. Lei’s eyebrows rose in surprised confusion. He rose from the wooden bench and stepped forward to take it. Graham wise to his intent now, grabbed Lei’s other wrist. Perth reacted on pure instinct as he let Lei have the bag and shoved Graham back.

"Don't touch what's not yours." Perth growled as he moved into Graham's personal space. They were nose to nose, tension burning between them.

"Is he yours than? Last time I checked you were very straight or are the rumors about our star Soccer Player lies?" Graham asked smiling a teasing smile. One that made Perth really want to punch off his handsome face. Lei shoved his way in between the two of them, annoyed with the dog and the wolf snarling over him.

"I am not a Toy, Graham! You don't get to touch me no matter what condition I'm in when you find me." Lei stated, giving Graham a glare in dare to contradict him. Perth smirked at him. But Lei turned to face him with a similar look.

"And You! We are friends, we share a common goal but that doesn't make me your property. Stop acting like a dog pissing on my leg or stay away from me." Lei said and stomped off away from the two dumbfounded men. He was grateful neither chased him or they would have seen the redness of his face and the trembling of his hands. His crush had been jealous over him, he couldn't believe it, refused to believe it. He finally stopped at the elevator and took a breath.

"What is it with you," Graham asked, the smile he had used gone. In its place a frown and measuring curiosity. Perth looked into those eyes for a while. It was always easier to tell a stranger a secret, you don't care what they think of you. But the people you're close too, the ones who see you every day, it's impossible.

"I...I don't know.Lei, he makes me crazy. The things that run through my mind when he's happy or in pain. I don't know. I want him to look at me the way he looked at you," Perth said lowering his head in defeat.

"Sounds like you Love him." Graham said after a moment of thought. He sat down and folded his arms waiting. Perth heard the words, but it took him moments to process the weight of them.

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. You heard him, friend, that's what I am," Perth said looking down at Graham who shrugged.

"You sure are stupid soccer star, but word of advice. If you don't tell him, you'll only ever be his friend." Graham stated before pulling his phone from his pocket and beginning to text someone. Noting that Perth was still there, he waved him away without another word.

"He seemed pretty angry with me," Perth thought as he walked back the way he came. He didn't take the elevator remaining on the second floor of the college Science building. He was lost in his head, his mind replaying the anger on Lei’s face as his feet moved on their own. Looking up finally he saw that he was back at Miss Cecil classroom. Looking through the glass of the metal door he saw she was still there. At her desk grading tests from the previous class. A thought came into his head and he knocked.

The look she gave him wasn't a happy one and he let out a sigh of relief when she motioned him in.

"Mister Pravit, I thought you'd be off with a short skirt by now." Miss Cecil said lowering her reading glasses and looking at him.

"No ma'am, I was wondering if you could let us retake the test," Perth asked sheepishly.

"Why would I do that? You don't comprehend the basic make up of cellular structure and think it's your mission to antagonize my star student. And he is easily baited by you to do something stupid every time." Miss Cecil said, her brows creasing into a straight line.

"You're right, it's my fault not Lei’s. Can he retake the test, me I will just work harder, pay more attention," Perth said clasping his hands in a sign of prayer to her. She raised an eyebrow

"If you could even stay awake during one of my lectures that would be an improvement," she added and paused thinking it over.

"You're not really here for you to retake this test at all. Are you?" Miss Cecil asked leaning back in her chair

"No, it's for him. I don't think he's ever failed at anything before. So to have a failed test is probably hitting him hard. So if you could let him do it again, I promise that I will leave him alone during your class. And I won't sleep anymore." Perth begged.

Miss Cecil closed her eyes, massaging the bridge of her nose as she sighed heavily and nodded.

"You both must be here tomorrow at 7am sharp, if either of you says a word I will fail you so fast your head will spin." Miss Cecil stated in a cold voice raising her ruler for emphasis. Perth ran to her and held her hand excitedly.

"Thank you Thank you Thank you!" He shouted, Miss Cecil shook with the strength of the shaking and finally had had enough and smacked his hand soundly with the ruler. Perth moved out of reach rubbing the back of his hand but still grinning from ear to ear.

"Get out, I have work to do and I assume you have studying to do if you want to pass this test. And do let Lei know" Miss Cecil said as she put on her reading glasses and went back to work.

Leaving the classroom, Perth’s eyes widened in fear at texting Lei about tomorrow. He was unsure of how to do it after the jealous ass he had made of himself. Taking a deep breath he pulled out his phone and unlocked it with his face and sent a "Hey Lil Fox" before exhaling loudly. His face red from holding his breath. Now to wait for an answer and get some lunch, his stomach growling as he made his way to the canteen.

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#blwriter #bl fic #original BL fic #gay romance #misunderstandings #PerthXLei

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(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)

(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)

You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.

You were born four years apart.

Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.

But then their parents no longer had time for him.

It was always work... and taking care of you.

Until he could no longer see his friends.

He was ten. You were five.

He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.

You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.

You TRIED talking to him. You really did.

You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.

That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.

It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.

Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.

When your mother and father returned, you tattled.

Steve was grounded for a whole week.

The arcade was your favorite place.

You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.

Why?

You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.

When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.

Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.

——-

"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.

She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."

She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."

You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."

You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"

"It'll give you more to talk about!"

——

So began your quest to pursue friendship.

You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.

They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.

You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.

They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.

Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.

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'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'

Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.

'What can we talk about... what should I say?'

A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.

"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.

Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."

You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."

Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."

You agreed hesitantly.

He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.

You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.

His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.

You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"

"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"

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But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.

Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.

It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.

——-

"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."

Your heart dropped.

"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."

Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"

"We don't have a-."

Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."

You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."

The door slammed in your face.

You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.

"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.

"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.

"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.

"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.

"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.

Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"

"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"

"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"

"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."

"What?!"

"Traitor!"

"What about the party?"

"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.

Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"

"Who?"

"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."

"Y/N Harrington."

"WHAT?!"

"IT WAS HER?!"

"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"

#steve harrington #stranger things fandom #fanfic #wattpad #sister #oneshot #imagine #sneakpeak #for you

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