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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 13

Edging: a sexual technique whereby an orgasm is controlled.

Pairing: Park Jisung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, sub!Jisung, dom!reader

Word Count: 1276 words

Warnings: noona kink (I'm sorry), bad explanations about the universe, lowkey implied corruption kink (?), handjob, slight bondage, praise, pet names, creampie (they're using some kind of birth control that is just not a condom, be safe!)

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

"Noona?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there gravity?"

A smile spreads over your face. One of the many things you love about Jisung is how he is so curious about how the universe works. It's just cute to see him get excited about how the universe works.

"Because masses attract each other."

"Why doesn't the moon fall down then?"

"Because the moon is too far away, and its mass is big enough to not 'fall' down. The gravity and masses of the earth and the moon are synched perfectly for the moon not to crash down on earth, but stay up there rotating around us."

"So, if I were to let a pen fall down, but it's mass is bigger than the earth's, the earth would fly up instead?"

"In theory, yes."

"Wow."

It's always small conversations like these. And even though you don't have a hundred percent of a clue either, you like pretending that you do, just for the sake of his eyes lighting up so beautifully once something makes sense to him. Sometimes, you even make something up, just to mess with him. It's just cute how he believes everything you say.

Sometimes, his questions aren't as innocent as this one, though.

"Noona?"

"Yes, baby?" You bat your lashes at him, taking a sip of your tea that's gotten mostly cold sitting away on your bedside table.

"What is edging?"

You spit most of the liquid back out, coating the blanket with small droplets of the flavorful substance. Jisung looks at you concerned. "What?"

"Edging? Do you know what that is?"

"Are you asking me because you know it, or because you don't?"

"Because I don't," Jisung confirms. You sit up, removing the blanket from your lap while trying to remember to pull the sheets off later to wash them, and sit cross-legged in front of your boyfriend.

"Do you know remotely where it comes from?"

Jisung shakes his head, eyes widened a little in curiosity, his brows slightly raised and his lips slightly pursed. God, you could just eat him when he looks like this.

Instead, you lean forward, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear before you begin whispering, "it's a form of sex that's based of the control of an orgasm."

Jisung gasps, hand coming up to hover in front of his mouth, and you fail to suppress a smile as you lean back again. "I can't believe Haechan was asking us to try that this weekend."

"What?!" Your eyes bulge out of their sockets comically.

"Here," Jisung says, showing you his phone screen that clearly shows a message from Donghyuck in the group chat, spelling 'are we going to be edging this weekend?'

You're about as clueless as Jisung because he couldn't be meaning that right? To your luck, Chenle responds soon after, clarifying that this is about playing Fantasy Flight Games' popular table top role playing game 'Star Wars: Edge of the Empire'.

"What a weird way to phrase that," you frown, top lip pulling up in disgust.

"Word."

Silence arises, and you awkwardly clear your throat to disturb it.

"I'm kind of curious now," Jisung finally says, looking at you shyly, "edging. Does that... feel good?"

"It can, if you're into it."

"Can we- find out?"

"C-close-" Jisung warns for the second time, panting heavily. His hands are tied to the bedpost because, well, he did not know how to behave, always trying to touch you or himself to finally get to release.

Your hands on his cock stop their movements completely, letting the pressure die down for a moment before you reconnect your palms to his tip. The glide is easy due to a mixture of spit, lube and precum, and your palm is able to tease his very tip easily. Jisung moans out, hips bucking up, body trashing around the mattress as much as the ties allow him to.

"Good boy," you praise, then spit another glob of saliva to slide down his shaft, your fingers collecting the extra lubricant to smear it all across. Jisung whimpers as you thumb at his slit, focusing on teasing the tip particularly because you know he's extra sensitive from how close he is the entire time.

"Noona, s-stop-" he pants, announcing his rapidly arising high for the third time. Your hands let go of him once again, instead you let your knuckle stroke over his balls, sending shivers up his spine.

"Tell me when you're okay to go on," you remind him, stroking over his strong thighs. Jisung whimpers, hips bucking repeatedly into the air to gain friction, but to no avail.

"O-okay, go on, please," he finally says, and you waste no time in wrapping your hands around his length once more, this time using the entirety of both of them to be able to stroke tightly around the base while also massaging his tip with your palm in circular motions.

"God, shit," Jisung whines, switching between closing his eyes tightly while throwing his head back, and leaning forward again watching your ministrations on his cock. You would have never thought that a simple handjob could be this exciting for both of you.

"Please let me cum," Jisung pleads, lidded eyes finding yours, and you almost pity him.

"Not yet, baby. You're doing so good, wouldn't want to waste that now would we?" You grin, watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest flex. His eyes wander down your exposed body, taking in your naked flesh until he whines out, ripping his gaze from you as if that's what's making it even harder for him to not cum on the spot.

"S-stop," he announces once again, teeth biting down harshly on his lower lip, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries his best to hold it in. You feel your chest fill with pride at how good your boyfriend's trying to be just for you.

It makes you all giddy inside, knowing that you're the only person who would ever get to see him like this: perfect, submissive and so fucking sexy.

You start once again, slowly working him up to another high that you'll rip away from him, though you motion to sit on his thighs with a plan. The next time he announces his orgasm, you move quickly to sit atop of him, slowly easing his cock into you.

"Ah- don't-" Jisung opens his eyes, whining out loudly, his body twisting under you as he pants desperately trying not to cum when you feel so good around him. His fists ball up, and he grits his teeth.

"Can't- I can't," he says, then groans out loudly, cock twitching inside of you. There's no way he can hold back when he's inside of you, how could you expect that from him?

"Good boy, Sungie. Such a good boy," you praise him, fingers gently stroking over his form to guide him through his high. It last long, longer than usual, and the volume of the sounds he's making let's you assume that it must feel a whole lot better, too.

When he finally calms down, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that he weakly reciprocates, exhaustedly humming into your mouth.

"I love you," you whisper, and Jisung smiles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now all you have to do is wait for the upcoming weekend to find out which kind of edging Jisung prefers. You really hope it's this kind of edging.

#nct jisung x reader #park jisung #jisung x reader #nct dream smut #nct smut #kpop #smut #nct fanfic #nct dream #kpop smut #fem reader #nct x reader #nct #nct jisung #kinktober

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wildflowermybeloved · 2 years

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In The Seom Drabble: Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Word count: 648 (wow i CAN write short things!)

Genre: fluff, softest fluff

Warning: None

A/N: I wanted to do in the seom drabbles for each member. And I'm starting with Yoongi. This is totally unedited, written on my phone, and I'm worried how the ending came on. So please let me know what you think 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

P.s. yes, the drabble is inspired by the image above.

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Yoongi expected to hear a number of things when he comes back home from a long day at the studio. He expected to hear you play your favourite playlist, or the dialogues from the latest show you were watching, or you just humming to yourself while doing something. What he didn't expect however, was your continuous giggles coming from the bedroom.

Curious as to what got you in such a state of happiness, he quietly opens the door to the bedroom, only to find you sitting on the bed, supporting your iPad on your knees that are halfway curled to your chest, and poking on the screen while giggling. As he walks a little closer he also realizes that you were playing in the seom, and in this case, playing merely means that you were poking his character in the game.

"You're supposed to play the puzzles and help us restore the island!" He sits down beside you on the bed, pulling you closer by your waist while being careful about the device.

Not really surprised about his silent ways of going about the house, you shrug before poking his character again "this is more fun!" You poke his character again as it says 'min Suga, the genius' giggling at the character you turn to the life size genius nuzzled against your neck and ask "was it your idea to have your character say that?"

"Yes," he muffled answer only fuels your happiness, smiling to yourself as you return to bothering the character on screen who had plopped down on the ground. His exclamation "just leave me alone" as you pick him up makes you laugh more cause that's exactly what Yoongi says when you are (lovingly) bothering him.

You are so engrossed in the game that you don't even realize Yoongi is currently staring at you with a very endeared look, which usually melts you into a puddle of mush. "Are you having fun?" He asks, putting a stray peace of hair behind your ear.

"Too much!" You put his character on the army bomb to see him dance, then on the surf boards to see him surf. "I don't even care about the puzzles, poking you like this is so much fun."

"Good, at least you'll leave me alone now," he sighs, once again nuzzling his face in your neck.

"What makes you think that?" You close the app and put the device aside, giving your full attention to the life size Yoongi right beside you.

He groans, much to your amusement, before answering you, "because It's not fun to poke me. aaand, you can't pick me up like in the game."

"I don't care!" You shake your head, circling your arms around his neck, "I love the character in the game, but I love you more. So I love bothering you more."

The seriousness in your voice as you declared both your love for him and annoying him at the same time brought out that adorable gummy smile of his that you love. Leaning closer to your face, as if you two were not already smooshed together on the edge of the bed, he touches your forehead with his "hmm, you're lucky i love you too."

"Don't you mean that YOU'RE lucky cause you get to love me?" You laugh at his eye roll at your statement. But you didn't know that he agreed with you. He felt lucky to be able to love you. He loved the playfulness of your relationship with him, how you both kept each other on your toes. But at the same time there was a comfort that he was now sure he can't live without. And that's why even if you poked fun at him or tried to rile him up by simply being a brat, he would continue to love you.

#Yoongi drable #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #BTS fanfic #Anya Writes

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fluentmoviequoter · 5 months

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Hello!! :3

Just binge read all your Victor Vale works and I'm in love istg. Was wondering if you would wanna do a slightly longer one shot about Victor being really stressed and accidentally lashing out in his sleep and reader calming him down??

Wow, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them! I wasn't sure how long you wanted it but I hope this is long enough. This is a great plot and I had a ton of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious and Vengeful, angst, fluff, canon typical violence/action/danger, brief mention of torture, Victor gets touchy toward the end.

Word Count: 6k+ words (my longest yet!)

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A Comforting Touch

✯3 Months Ago, After Midnight✯

“Scintillating isn’t it?” you ask the man beside you.

He flips his newspaper down, pale skin and intense eyes glaring at you. “What?” he asks.

“The story,” you answer, pointing to the newspaper. “From a hero to a murderer that fast. As if we couldn’t tell from his stupid smile and stupider mask that he was a psycho.”

“Who are we talking about?”

“Eli Ever, the guy in the story you’re reading. Wait, can you read? Or do you just sit behind a newspaper in a black trench coat to look smarter?” you tease, smiling over your cup.

“How long have you been in Merit?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Long enough to know that he wasn’t what he seemed and disappeared frighteningly soon after you arrived.”

“Frighteningly? Then why are you talking to me?”

“Frightening is not synonymous with uninteresting, my friend.”

His brows draw together as he studies you, a scrutinizing eye traveling up and down your frame and then searching your face.

“You like what you see or is this a Clark Kent x-ray vision thing? Searching my brain for my true intentions, yeah?”

“How much do you know?”

“Let’s just say, Eli Cardale’s research may be a little more widely studied after what he did. I’m sure you know more than anyone since you’re supposed to be dead and he’s rotting in prison for your murder.”

He drops the paper to the table and cocks his head at you. “I’m Victor.”

“And you want me to come with because you’re scared I’ll talk?”

“Something like that.”

✯Present Day✯

“Stop that,” you demand as Victor tosses a dry Sharpie in the trash.

Victor’s hand falters as he reaches for another one, considering listening to you before he uncaps it and continues editing.

“Victor, stop. Seriously,” you repeat, moving closer to him.

When he doesn’t, you reach past him and snatch the marker out of his hand. He turns toward you, his anger leaking out.

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

You point to the television, and his face drops as he reads the breaking news line. Increasing the volume, he avoids looking at you as the reporter speaks.

“The police were praised for their efforts in dismantling the murderous cult operating under the title of ‘EON,’ but that praise is now gone. With the recent discovery of several bodies bearing typical EON torture markings, the government fears that the group, or a new community operating similarly, is acting in our city. More on this story at 6,” the reporter finishes.

Victor clicks the remote, and the screen goes black. He begins pacing, ignorant of your requests to talk to him.

“Victor!” you yell, stepping in front of him.

“Move. This doesn’t concern you.”

“It does now. You going out there? That concerns me. You taking Sydney out there? Also concerns me. So, talk to me,” you respond, stepping toward him.

“You don’t know everything. EON isn’t a threat to you, but it is to us. You’re a liability now,” he seethes.

“Which is my choice,” you argue, still in his face. “Like it or not, I’m here and I’m invested, so get over yourself and talk to me. Let me help.”

“No.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just go. If I’m a liability here, what am I out there? Oh, that’s right, dead.”

Victor’s nostrils flare, nearly unnoticeable. He drops his head toward you.

“You’re brave, but don’t expect me to stay close enough to save you all the time.”

“Oh, I’d never expect that of you.”

You step back and spin on your heel before returning to your room. Sydney passes you in the hallway and can tell by the look in your eye that Victor crossed a line. Which isn’t unusual, she supposes.

“What did you do?” she asks when she sees Victor.

“Nothing.”

“Maybe that’s the problem then.”

Victor agreed to let you tag along because you have a knack for connecting dots that seem unconnected. You know things you shouldn’t and find things too fast. He’s also simultaneously impressed and intimated by your willingness to fight him when he could kill you with a glance. You have no power or protection aside from him, yet you rush into danger with no regard for yourself. Yes, you’re brave but reckless, and when you are not near him, Victor can’t keep you safe.

“EON is back, so she’s not really top of the list right now,” Victor explains, retrieving his stolen marker.

“So? We left Merit and everyone thinks you’re dead. We’re not in danger,” Sydney points out.

“Not right now. But these people aren’t going to give up. Someone knows you’re out there, Mitch is still an escaped convict, record or not, and it’s only a matter of time. We need to find them before they even think to find us.”

“Hurt them first,” Sydney quotes. “But don’t hurt the people closest to you in the process, Vic.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Based on Victor’s calculations, there isn’t much time until EON realizes Sydney is still out there because Eli knew she was. Then, they’ll look for him and eventually figure out that he and his cellmate, Mitch, escaped from prison together before the event in Merit. Several sleepless nights have brought him no closer to finding EON, but now Victor has a new concern. Someone is following them, and he thinks he knows who.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Where was EON before?” you ask.

Mitch answers the question while Victor grumbles something under his breath.

“They didn’t dump bodies, though. So if this new EON or copycats, whatever they are, do dump bodies when they’re done… what makes you sure that it’s EON and not just a serial killer?” you pose.

Mitch tilts his head as he says, “That’s not a bad theory. Without an autopsy report, we can’t know if the torture was the same as EON.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Victor snaps. “EON never tortured EOs exactly the same. Until they found your power, yes, but then it got specific.”

“What about the people who died before they found any powers, or which hopefully didn’t happen, they were wrong, and it was just an ordinary person? Wouldn’t they have identical markings in that case.”

“Or maybe someone reincarnated Jack the Ripper, I get what you’re saying but it’s not helpful,” Victor says.

You nod once at Mitch and round the corner to stand beside him. He has two autopsy reports open, one that has been directly linked to EON and one of the recent victims. Two matching marks are present: a small letter and a number carved into the skin of the victim’s inner wrists. One has an E and 2, the other F and 4.

“Victor?” you ask carefully. “Did Eli have a mark on him before he died? Like a number or word or anything?”

“Why does that matter?” Victor doesn’t look up from his project as he asks. “He’s dead.”

“I know, but if there was a marking or tattoo, anything that could make him stand out,” you trail off.

Victor sighs and curls his right hand into a fist. “I think so. The letter I, but it was lowercase.”

“No number?” you ask.

“Nope.”

“So, I would be…”

“Immortal, invincible?” Mitch suggests.

You nod, and Victor finally looks up.

“What are you saying?” he asks, impatient and irritated.

“EON was marking people with their power and a number,” Mitch answers.

“What’s the number?”

“Well, if Eli didn’t have one, that could mean something,” you point out.

“What are R and E? Those could help us determine what those numbers could mean,” Mitch suggests.

“Show me their files?” you request.

He navigates to all records for ‘E,’ formally known as Riley Garrick. You point to his medical records and then to a hospital report. The file contained a recorded resuscitation after Garrick was electrocuted and died on the table. They used an AED, another electric shock, to get his heart beating normally again.

“Electricity,” you say with Mitch.

“What about F?” you ask.

“Walter Knox,” Mitch reads. “Died and was brought back a few years ago. Death was caused by… freezing. He contracted hypothermia and succumbed before his body temp was brought up and his heart restarted.”

“How was he killed by EON?” you ask.

“Let’s see,” Mitch hums. “He… froze to death.”

“And E, or Garrick?”

“Electrocuted.”

“Then the numbers could be how many times they proved their powers worked before,” you suggest, trailing off again.

“Or how many times they reached the brink and came back, because of their powers, before they didn’t come back,” Victor adds. “It’s not a bad theory. Doesn’t help us find EON though, so congratulations on your waste of time.”

“It wasn’t a waste of time, Vic,” you argue. “Knowing what they’re doing, knowing how they’re doing it, is invaluable.”

“Then where are they?” he asks, looking up at you. “Even just a building type would be more helpful than this. Warehouse? Shipping container? You have no more information than before.”

“Not true. We know that this EON is doing the exact same thing as before. They are experimenting on EOs to find powers and test them to the limit. For all we know, they’re searching for the next Eli and don’t care how many people they kill to get there.”

Victor’s eyes narrow at you before he looks away again.

“You’re welcome,” you say under your breath.

“That’s a lot of information on a couple pictures,” Victor adds. “Makes you wonder how much of it is true and how you figured it out.”

Mitch rolls his eyes, and you shrug before walking out, wondering why Victor is so cranky.

✯✯✯✯✯

“She knows. That’s why she’s right. And you know how she knows? Because she was there, they told her, and now she’s just waiting to lead them to you. You know someone is following you, Vic. Ask yourself when that started, how she got into your life. She’s coming for you.”

Victor wakes up, his skin tingling as pain emits from his body. He turns it off and sits back. It makes sense; you showed up just in time to deal with the return of EON, and you know so much. The dreams are distracting and causing his power to activate involuntarily, so Victor needs to find EON quickly and get the truth from you.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor is snapping at you, Sydney, and Mitch more than usual. He’s always sarcastic and pushy, but it hasn’t been this bad in the past.

“Victor?” you ask, stepping into his open bedroom door. “Can we talk?”

He looks up, wide-eyed until he gains control of his expression again. “Sure.”

“Are you okay? You seem really stressed and I hear you walking around at night, so I know you aren’t sleeping much. I’m just- I’m worried about you.”

“Why wouldn’t you be?” he mutters under his breath. “I’m fine,” he says to you. “Just having some trouble sleeping but nothing is wrong.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll sleep better after we find EON, right?” you ask with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

You nod and press your lips together before walking out. He’s not convincing, and you know something else is bothering Victor, but don’t know what. If it’s just EON causing problems, why isn’t he listening when you try to help?

Victor watches you leave and counts your steps to the end of the hall before yawning. He can’t hide the tiredness, but as long as you don’t pick up the stress and growing paranoia hiding beneath it, he’ll be okay. Victor Vale refuses to appear weak; he pushes everything under the surface until he has the answers he craves. Maybe the ghost in his dreams will also return to where it belongs.

✯✯✯✯✯

You begin working through the night, desperate to find answers, hoping it will help Victor. There’s a notebook on your nightstand half-full of possible locations for EON. Then you start wondering if they’re operating from one place or moving around to evade the police. Charting all the listed and possible locations on the map, you zoom out to look for a pattern and gasp as you see the last thing you expect. There is a pattern, and it's nearly complete. One more location and countless bodies, and EON will either be finished with their mission or just starting.

Getting out of bed, you walk to Mitch’s room and knock. He opens the door, and you see the light of his laptop behind him.

“We need to talk,” you say, walking in as he steps back.

He closes the door behind you, and you begin sharing everything you’ve learned.

“I don’t know if knowing where they are is enough, though,” you say.

“You want to know who and why?” Mitch guesses.

“It would be helpful. Otherwise, we’re going in blind. But we also don’t know how much time we’ve had. None of the dates match up, there’s different times between each body dump.”

“Did you check it for a pattern?” Mitch asks. “The locations mean something, right? Maybe the times do, too.”

You sit beside him and read dates as he types everything into a spreadsheet. The months don’t mean anything, and there’s no pattern, so you move on to compare the dates but come up empty there.

“Sorry, I thought there might be something here, too,” Mitch apologizes.

“Wait, Mitch, can you get the numbers for the days between the discoveries?” you ask. He presses a few keys, and a new list of numbers appears. “They’re all below 27,” you cheer.

“It’s a code,” Mitch whispers as he enters the number into a new text box.

The numbers disappear, replaced with letters, as a message is revealed.

“That’s… somehow worse than what I was expecting,” you admit.

“Should we tell Vic?” Mitch asks.

“He’s got enough on his plate.”

“You can’t deal with this alone.”

“Who said I was going alone?” you ask as you walk to the door. “Talk tomorrow, Mitch, thanks for the help.”

“How am I supposed to sleep after what I just read? How are you?”

“Drink some chocolate milk, Mitch. You’ll be alright.”

“And you?”

You shrug as you answer, “I ended up sitting beside Victor for a reason. Maybe this is it.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor hears your quiet knock against Mitch’s door before you enter, and the door closes again. He tries to eavesdrop but can only catch a few words. Victor hears something about a pattern, numbers, and going somewhere alone. He also hears that you’re not planning to tell him something. More secrets. Victor returns to his room when he hears you return to Mitch’s door. He knew you were hiding something, but you just confirmed it.

✯✯✯✯✯

Mitch makes breakfast the following morning, and you are the last to wake up and join everyone in the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep?” Mitch asks.

“How’d you sleep?” you parrot, smiling knowingly with dark circles under your eyes.

“Any news about EON?” Victor interjects, his dark circles far more pronounced than yours. He looks exhausted, and if he were younger or easier to convince, you’d force him to take a nap.

“Not much,” you answer. “Maybe you were right and I’m looking in the wrong area. There’s tons of circumstantial evidence but the police can’t do anything with that, so I probably can’t either.”

Victor can physically feel the stress coursing through his veins. His cortisol is trying to kick him into fight mode, but he tamps it down, like every other emotion he covers. He feels your eyes on him and glances over to see your furrowed brows and concerned look.

“Are you okay?” you ask quietly.

“Just as good as the last time you asked. If there’s something I want you to know, I’ll tell you,” Victor answers, plenty of bite to back his bark.

You nod. “Sorry. But I’m here when you’re ready.”

Sydney sees his eyes roll, and the muscles in his jaw tick, but you turn away and miss it. She knows, as well as you do, that he’s sleep-deprived and stressed, but he shouldn’t be taking it out on his team - his family. Maybe he could be convinced to save the stress, anger, and everything else he’s feeling to take on EON. You’d have to convince him, she thinks, because you’re the only one with any ability to get through to him. Whatever forges your connection and gives you some semblance of power against or over him seems to have dissipated with his constant jabs and stressed-out remarks.

Hopefully, it’s not too late. EON needs to be taken down, but not at the cost of Sydney’s family and your presence in her life.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor, I know you said to leave it alone, but please try to get some sleep. You’re working hard and we appreciate it more than you can know, but it’s killing you,” you plead.

“I’ll turn off the pain, it’ll be fine,” he argues.

“Then could you do it for me?” you ask, laying a hand on his arm. He flinches but doesn’t shy away from your touch, and a tiny glimmer of hope that you have a chance begins to flicker. “I need you to be okay.”

Victor licks his lips and then nods. “I’ll try.”

You close his door behind you and walk to the end of the hall before pulling your door closed. Victor knows every sound in this place, so you need to be careful about how you move and where you go. Sitting on the couch, you pull your notebook and Mitch’s laptop into your lap. The plan is set in place, and you look over it, preparing to leave. You set everything aside gently, then stand to take a few steps toward your room before turning. Listening closely, you don’t hear movement, so Victor must be asleep or trying to sleep.

When you reach the door, you place your hand over the knob before falling to your knees.

The pain you’re experiencing is excruciating. Your body wants to give up and pass out, but you must get to Victor. Something is obviously wrong if he’s using his power on you. Mitch’s pained groan grows loud enough that you can hear it, and Sydney whimpers behind her closed door. Dol barks several times as you turn toward Victor’s room.

Beyond the pain, a force is pushing you away from Victor. As you fight to get near him, it feels like swimming against a strong current. Your concern for Victor begins overpowering your pain and fear, and you move as quickly as possible to reach him. When you open the door, he is tossing and turning, his sheets tangled around him as he breathes heavily. You say his name and place a hand on his shoulder before he opens his eyes, and the pain multiplies tenfold.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You know I’m right.”

“I know you’re a ghost,” Victor argues. “I watched you die, Eli.”

“Yet, Victor, here I am. EON is alive and well. It seems that the Eli Ever legacy lives on. If only to torture you.”

“Didn’t do enough of that at Lockland?”

Eli grabs Victor’s shirt and pushes him against a wall. Victor smiles as Eli’s face contorts in pain.

“She is on my side, and you know it.”

“No, I don’t. She’s been on my side since the beginning.”

“She knows too much, and she keeps secrets, Vic. Explain how that is being on your side.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Then ask. Or do what you’re doing now.”

“What I’m doing now?”

“Listen, Vic,” Eli whispers.

The air around Victor buzzes as Mitch’s groans and Sydney’s cries infiltrate the calm.

“No, no, no,” Victor repeats to himself.

“Keep this up and you’ll kill her. You have a strong connection to her, which means all of those emotions bottled up in here,” Eli says, pressing a finger over Victor’s heart, “are entering her as inescapable and incurable pain. Way to go, Vic. Angie and this one… you’re building quite the record.” He begins to fade as he adds, “And they called me a serial killer.”

Victor has to wake up. He tries everything until he sees your eyes and flinches back.

You fall back onto the floor, curling in against yourself. “Vic,” you whisper, tears breaking past your waterline.

Forcing yourself onto your knees, you kneel beside his bed and take his hand in both of yours.

“You have to calm down, Vic, it’s okay. Everything is okay,” you soothe him, even though it feels like your body is being ripped apart. “Focus on something else. Whatever happened, forget it. Take some deep breaths.”

You watch Victor’s chest rise and fall, but his eyes stay trained on you. Tracing shapes against his hand, you tell him about the walk you took Dol on last week as he breathes deeply.

His shoulders sag, and the pain disappears immediately, with no lasting aches or symptoms. You stand and reach for the water beside his bed, but he grabs your wrist and stops you. Victor leans forward, his forehead against your stomach, just below your sternum.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, breathing deeply as his hands grip your hips. He’s grounding himself, and you’re happy to let him.

“It’s okay, Vic. It’s over,” you reply quietly. “You scared me. I didn’t know what was happening, just that something was wrong with you.”

Victor shakes his head against your stomach, another apology. You hear footsteps in the hall outside and hear Mitch talking to Sydney.

“I- can you check on them?” Victor asks, looking up at you. His grip on you gently increases as he adds, “And come back?”

“Of course.”

You step out, pulling the door closed behind you. Mitch is in Sydney’s room, comforting her. When she sees you, she looks up with teary eyes and an arm wrapped around Dol.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, kneeling in front of her bed and patting Dol before you take Sydney's hand.

“Scared. Is he alright?” Sydney replies.

“He will be,” you promise, nodding as you look over at Mitch.

He nods once and then gestures toward Sydney, telling you he’ll stay with her while you deal with Victor.

“You’ll make it better, right?” Sydney asks. “He listens to you, and you can help him.”

“I’ll do everything I can, Sydney. I promise.”

You stand, and Mitch mouths, ‘Thank you’ as you step back. Nodding at him again, you pat his shoulder before returning to Victor’s room.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he accuses weakly when you step inside.

“Yes,” you admit, approaching him again.

He doesn’t hesitate to lean toward you and place his hands on you again, keeping you close as you explain.

“I didn’t want to stress you out more, or concern you, or, worse, if I was wrong, make you think you have to do it all alone. Because you don’t always seem to understand or appreciate that you aren’t alone anymore. You have Mitch and Sydney, and-“

“You?” Victor interrupts.

“If you still want me, you absolutely have me.”

“I do. So, what did you lie about?”

“I think I found EON. There was a hidden pattern in the locations of their body dumps. Assuming that they operate nearby, it should be easy to use the missing piece of the pattern to find them before they can kill again.”

“Where should the last location be?”

“An abandoned dock at the marina down south,” you answer. “Part of why I didn’t tell you is that I didn’t know when it would happen.”

“And Mitch?” You furrow your brows, and Victor clarifies, “I heard you go into his room. You found something, didn’t you?”

“Yes. The dates of discovery, actually the number of days between them, were a code.”

“What kind of code?”

“It translated to a message. Once we read the message, we decided not to tell you because you were already so stressed.” You chuckle as you add, “I realize now that worked oppositely of intended. I made it worse and I’m sorry, Vic.”

“What did the message say?” Victor asks, silently accepting your apology as his finger dips under the hem of your shirt.

You lean into his touch as you answer, “Are you sure you want to know?”

Victor nods, and you press your lips together before telling him, “It was my name and a DOD.”

“A date of death? Yours?”

“Presumably. But it is tomorrow. So, I was going to go to the marina tonight to see if I could catch them off guard.”

“You were going to go alone?”

“I know it’s dumb and I would’ve gotten killed but I was just thinking about you and how I could help you.”

A small bolt of pain shoots through your side where Victor touches you.

“Sorry,” he says, smoothing his palm over the spot. “I just- your connection is different.”

“Is that why I felt like I was dying while Mitch just groaned a little?” you tease.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No, Vic, it’s alright. Now, though, I need you to get back in the game so we can take these new EON goons down.”

Victor nods, tugging you closer as he stands.

“I trust you,” he whispers. “You take the lead since you found everything else.”

“Thank you.”

Victor releases you to step back before asking, “What was the pattern?”

“Eli’s initials: EE. I guess his legacy is living on.”

“Wait,” Victor blurts. “I’ve been seeing him in my dreams. He said the same thing.”

“You’ve been seeing him? Since when?”

“Since we found out about the new EON. Every time he shows up, he tries to convince me that you’re working with them.”

“That’s why you’ve been so defensive. You didn’t want me close because you thought I was an EON spy,” you realize aloud.

“You did know too much,” Victor argues weakly.

“And you never stop to think, ‘Maybe she’s just that good, and that pretty, and that amazing-'“

Victor cuts you off, asking, “What do we do now, good, pretty, amazing leader?”

“You go show Sydney and Mitch that you’re alright and make sure they are, too, then we make a plan to get everyone in and out of the marina to defeat EON forever.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Victor drawls.

You rush out, smiling at his new attention. He trusts you; he’s proved that before, but knowing that you have a different connection is scary and exciting at the same time. Maybe you'll ask him more about that after tonight if your DOD is changed.

✯✯✯✯✯

With Victor’s full attention on you, not as someone he has to protect, but as an equal, you feel prepared to charge into EON and complete your goal. Sydney and Dol aren’t going, but Mitch is driving, and Victor will be inside with you, even if you can’t see him. The dark circles are still prevalent under Victor’s eyes, but the stress lines have nearly disappeared.

“And what if they find you before you want them to?” Mitch asks.

“I can handle them roughing me up. Either way, they’ll all come out and be in one spot for Victor to do his thing.”

Victor’s hand finds yours under the table, and you trace a few shapes onto it. His shoulders drop slightly, even as he argues, “There will be no roughing up. They might lay a finger on you, but I think I can spread the pain out enough that I can get any hidden EONs, too.”

“We don’t want to hurt any EOs,” you point out.

“I don’t think there will be any. That message was specific,” Mitch says.

Your eyes widen as Victor looks at you.

“What exactly did the message say, Mitch?” Victor asks.

“Her name, today’s date as her DOD, cause of death, and the total body count. That body count was only one higher than currently, so it’s just you, unfortunately.”

“What was the cause of death?” Victor asks you, lacing his fingers through yours.

You don’t answer and shake your head at Mitch to discourage him from answering, too.

“Please,” Victor whispers, moving his hand to your wrist.

“Beaten to death,” you say slowly. “Tortured the way every EO before me was.”

“But you’re not an EO.”

“They don’t know that. So, your presence there should be a surprise.”

“If they know about you, they know I’m with you, though,” Victor says.

“Not if I offer to help.”

“Faux treason,” Victor deduces. “I like it.”

“Then let’s do it,” you say, turning to face Victor. “And maybe you can finally get some sleep and de-stress when we get back.”

“Let’s make that the goal.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hello?” you yell as you enter the small building. “I’m looking for EON? I have valuable information about Victor Vale.”

“Well, hello there,” a man says as he steps out from behind a net. “Ain’t you a pretty little thing? Eli would have loved you."

You suppress a shiver and a gag at his comment, opting for a nervous smile. “So, I’m in the right place? I had to go the long way after I left Victor yesterday.”

“Oh, you’re in the right place, sweetness. The man in charge will be glad to hear anything you have to offer.”

“I- sorry, I’m a little nervous,” you say, chuckling as you reluctantly place your hand in his. “What’s your name?”

“We’re all called Ever here. You’ll be the first female Ever, ever. Get it? Anyway, you should be pleased by that. Lord E is very picky in who he chooses to become an Ever.”

You nod, swallowing harshly as the man’s other hand finds your waist. It is a much different feeling than when Victor touches you, but knowing for certain that he’s nearby makes you feel better. A spark of pain occurs under his hand, but only for a breath. He pulls his hand away and furrows his brows at you.

“I think I built up some static electricity, sorry,” you apologize, raising your voice slightly in hopes that Victor will control himself.

“Here we are,” Ever says, flipping a light switch.

The lights go off before men, Evers, carrying candles, enter the room. Two of them lead a man dressed differently to the front of the room, where a large throne is placed. The light comes back on, dimmer than before, and your eyes widen when you see the man.

“Lord E, this woman has information about Victor Vale,” the Ever holding your hand announces.

“She may approach,” the man on the throne, Lord E, calls.

Ever takes a step with you before Lord E adds, “Alone.”

He’s wearing Eli’s clothes, the exact outfit he wore during the bank robbery when he was on the front page of the Merit newspaper. There’s even a few blood stains, all the proof you need that it’s the same outfit or an incredible replica.

“What is your name, girl?” Lord E demands as you reach his throne.

You tell him your name and wait as he looks around.

“And tell me, what do you know of Victor Vale?” he asks. “Come closer,” he demands, extending a scepter to you.

You touch the end with your fingertips and step onto the platform, stopping just before your knees hit his.

“I know a lot. I’ve spent time with Mr. Vale under the impression that I could help him and that I never trusted Eli,” you explain.

Lord E tilts his head up to you, smirking as his eyes travel up and down your body. “Ever,” he calls, “lights.”

The lights go out, and you can no longer see Lord E. You try to stay calm, knowing Victor has control over the situation. When you feel hands on you, however, that calmness evaporates.

“Has he mentioned I’ve been visiting him in his dreams?” Lord E asks, pulling you flush against his body as his hands roam around your waist.

“He did. It scared him, threw him off,” you half lie, trying to lean away from him.

With the lights off, Victor may not have the control he needs to get everyone without getting you to. You don’t care at this point; you only need this guy’s hands off of you.

“Lord E?” you ask. He hums, so you add, “The most important thing I learned about Victor Vale…”

“Go on,” he prods.

You raise your voice so Victor and the Evers can hear you. “Is that Victor Vale will destroy you all.”

Lord E’s hands tighten painfully on your waist as pained screams sound behind you. You step back, twisting out of his grip before you run toward the door. It’s locked, so you stumble through the dark until you find the stairs to the catwalk where Victor should be.

“Find her!” Lord E screams behind you.

“Hey,” Victor whispers before his hands grab your shoulders, “want to get out of here?”

“Yes,” you sigh, taking his offered hand and following him.

You’re blind in the dark, but you don't need to see with Victor leading you. You trust him enough to let him lead the way. He opens a door, and the marina lights illuminate your path to Mitch’s waiting car. You run toward the car, while Victor returns to the building to finish the plan. When he gets in the passenger seat, Mitch begins driving.

“Mission accomplished?” Mitch asks.

“Mission accomplished,” Victor affirms. “EON was taken down by a gas leak, and the coroner should never know they were knocked out by pain before the gas suffocated them.”

In the darkness of the backseat, you rub your hand against your waist, trying to ease the pain caused by Lord E’s grip on you.

“Was it his ghost?” Victor asks quietly.

“I think it might have been. He said he’d been in your dreams.”

“Well, Casper has to find someone new to haunt,” Mitch jokes. “And we’ll be there, too.”

Victor glances over his shoulder at you as your pain disappears. Trusting him was the best decision you’ve ever made, and you’re glad he has decided to trust you, too.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor offers his hand as he opens your door and keeps your hand in his until you’re back in his room. He sits on the bed and pulls you forward. Gripping the hem of your top, he looks up at you for permission.

Victor has every reason not to like physical touch, and before today, he never initiated any. Especially not with you. In just a few hours, that has changed forever. He realized how calming and comforting your touch is, and now he will never go back.

As he pushes your shirt up to your ribs, Victor’s jaw clenches as he sees the darkening bruises.

“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “Thanks for saving me.”

“You technically saved me, but no problem,” Victor mutters, running his finger over the skin below the bruise. “It feel okay?”

“Yes, you know it does. You don’t have to numb it, I’ll live.”

“I know.”

“Hey, Vic, next time you get stressed or have trouble sleeping, or anything else, you can talk to me. You need to tell me.”

Victor nods, his hands wandering upward to rest against your ribs.

“I know I’m distracting, but could I get a verbal acknowledgement?” you tease, resting your hands on his arms.

“I promise to talk to you,” he says quietly. “And thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor quickly learns he doesn’t have to talk to you; he can survive off your touch alone. He seeks your comfort every chance he has. He’ll link his pinky with yours when you are beside each other. Occasionally, he’ll hold your jacket between his fingers when he’s behind you. Anything to stay close and grounded. Victor’s connection with you extends to his power because, as he explains, your presence in his mind is different, and you evoke unique emotions in him. As long as you are near, Victor doesn’t need to be stressed; he only needs to be with you.

#victor vale x reader #victor vale #vicious #vicious ve schwab #requests

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blue-kyber · 6 months

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This is a couple of chapters ahead in the Getting In Deep series fan fiction, but I really like how this part turned out (for now. I'm still editing.)

Enjoy some tension.

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Harrison's jaw clenches in frustration, making more of his neck disappear into his chins, “I order you to tell me Agent Rowe’s location.”

“You said it yourself. He’s on the premises somewhere. If he wants to hide, good luck finding him,” Louis grins, “You could be staring right at him and never see him.”

Wow. He just complimented my skill set knowing I can hear him with or without the Sprecht in my ear. He’s on a roll this morning.

“If you insist on being belligerent, I’ll find other methods to gain his whereabouts.”

Louis spreads his hands and speaks in a perfect, sarcastic Han Solo manner - of which I’ll never tell him, “I don’t know where he is. Sorry, Doc. Can’t help ya.”

Harrion plants a thick-fingered hand on his chest to stop him, “Oh, I think you do. You’re hiding him.”

Mine and Louis’ hearts skip a beat in sync.

There’s no way this guy can know I’m two inches tall two feet away behind cloth and flesh just below his palm. I loathe that he's that close. I loathe even more that he's touching my partner. I can hear him beyond Louis already, but now it's louder though still muffled.

And I'm picking up the faint scent of...

I sniff the air.

Is that...Old Spice? Louis doesn't wear Old spice. I'd have tasted it before if he did.

Louis’ eyes flick down, then back, “Get your hand off me. Now.”

I log that into the back of my head to bring up later, “He’s generalizing. He’s trying to rile you up.” I push down into the stomach wall I’m sitting on with one hand. I can feel Louis' pulse quickening, “Stay calm.”

Harrison drops his hand, “I believe you’re withholding his whereabouts on purpose.”

Louis’ expression doesn’t expose that jolt of adrenaline at all, or that he’d heard me. “Believe what you want.” He heads for the door, ready to punt the scientist blocking his way into next week, “If you want to keep your nuts, you’ll move.”

“He hasn’t had his coffee yet,” Rachel folds his arms, “I’d take him seriously.”

Scientist number One steps aside with his hand discreetly sheltering his crotch.

“You’re putting his health at risk for your ego.” Harrison goads.

“No,” Louis spins, heatedly pointing at him, “I’m making his health my priority. Something I know you have no actual interest in.”

“We can help him. Like we could have helped you.”

“Help him? Hah!” Louis’ burst of laughter at the sheer audacity of this man vibrates around me.

That feels good. I wonder what his humming would feel like?

Stop it, Will. Watch One is after your brains, and Louis is the only thing standing between you and a future of being poked and prodded in a lab under the skirt of ‘medical treatment.’

With the authorization order on paper to transport me, I wouldn’t have a choice but to go.

I’m completely out of sight, unable to be heard or detected, but I still feel like Harrison’s radar will pinpoint my location five feet away and shoot lasers into Louis’ gut to get to me.

From what I’ve heard and know, I wouldn’t put it past the little weasel-faced scientist to try if he had the means.

I lean back into the give of his stomach wall, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad I’m inside you right now.”

Louis leveled the deactivated Skysprecht at Harrison as he circled the doctor to put him between himself and Rachel, “I’ve seen how you ‘help’ people. Agents are easily-accessible experimental subjects to you. You didn't bother telling me or Justin why he was in that room with me, but I know. Do you really think he’d have gone along with your whims? He hates my guts, and I sure as hell would rather pull my own eyes out than see his. I’m nothing more to you than data on a screen. You would have dissected me if you’d had the clearance!” he spat.

Harrison glanced down at Louis’ trembling fist, “Do you want to hit me, Agent Patriarch?” he threatened with authoritative arrogance thick as slug slime.

Louis growled right in his face.

As did I. He has no idea how much I want to deck Doctor DoubleChins into next week.

Louis’ level of anger manifesting on his insides is proof enough to me that he’s a hairs breadth from following through with a first class, S-tier haymaker.

As satisfying as punching his nose to the other side of his skull would feel, striking him would get Louis a dressing down, a permanent mark on his record, and kicked out of the Watch - or at best, put on suspension.

…Which hit me at that moment that it would expose Louis to being kidnapped without Watch Two to protect him. If they can subvert human rights with their own agents, I’m afraid of what they can do with a civilian’s.

I stand, tuck the tablet under my hoodie, walk over, and push against the front stomach wall, “Louis, don’t.”

“Louis,” Rachel warned, backing me up.

Louis is smart enough to recognize the danger. He loves his job regardless of his complaining. He’s happiest in the field doing what he does best. But with his shrinking ability making him vulnerable to the likes of Harrison if anyone else found out, Retten still keeping him in his crosshairs, everything else going on unfinished from his past with the Watch, and his private life - and currently protecting me inside him - he can’t risk it.

In our own ways, we’re both trapped with hungry monsters loitering outside the gate to strike if we leave.

Behind the shield of Watch Two among those of us who care about him is the safest place he can be.

I know he hates that. I can hear and feel his breathing increase, his innards churn around me, and his heart rate follow suit.

He forces his fist to relax.

It’s taking an incredible amount of discipline to stand down.

I pull out the tablet and sit back down to watch.

“No. I haven’t seen him.” Louis steps uncomfortably close to Harrison with the predatory presence of a wolf, making the scientist’s suddenly-nervous face and sweat-beaded forehead fill the screen in full HD 1080p - which makes me impulsively hold it away, “I don’t care if you tear this place apart brick by brick, raze it to the ground, salt the earth, and piss your name in the ashes. If you want my partner,” Louis' voice quieted with a gravel worthy of a well-written super villain, “You’ll have to go through me.”

Doctor Harrison swallows hard, taking a step away.

I can hear the vesper of a smirk turn up the corner of Louis’ mouth when he speaks slowly and deliberately, mocking the arrogance Harrison wears like a beauty pageant sash, “And you. Can’t. Touch me.”

“Is that a threat, Agent Patriarch?” he says it like he can incinerate Louis’ title of ‘Agent’ with a finger snap.

The tense moment lingers between them just long enough to feel heavy.

“A friendly warning.” Louis backs up, having never once laid a finger on the older doctor, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Gentlemen,” he nods to the two scientists who accompanied their boss, “Dick Head.” he throws absently to Harrison and walks out of Rachel’s lab.

“We will have him,” Harrison calls from the doorway.

“You can try.”

“You realize you can’t protect him if you’re not around.”

Louis keeps walking, eyes narrowed, and voice tight with a granite promise, “Watch me."

#writing #writeblr #getting in deep #safe vore #peachnewt #Damn this story is fun to write. It's giving me the mental break I need right now.#I can't take a real life vacation. Escaping into this is close enough.

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Creep - Part 9 of 12 - Would?

Your home has been your only safe place for the longest time, but something about Eddie's home was incredibly comfortable, well, eventually anyway.

Initially, there were a few moments of awkward but cute standing around with accompanying silences, but thankfully Eddie decided to give you the tour, which allowed for questions and info dumping. This ultimately resulted in you sharing some cereal, like popcorn, and watching an AC/DC Let there be rock VHS.

"This might be the last recording with Bon Scott as lead singer. I think it was recorded in Europe someplace" he turns over the case in his hands, "Ah, Paris, yeah, of course."

You had half expected to have been pounced on, in some way or another by now, but it hadn't occurred. You were slightly disappointed, but also, dare you say it? Pleased. Impressed maybe? Was that totally arrogant? It had certainly taken the pressure off of the evening for you anyway, which you were grateful for.

"Wow, this guy, Angus, is it? He's wild! Does he run around like that all the time?" You are mesmerised by this show. You've never seen anything like it. Your Dad had talked to you about concerts he's been to when you were younger, but this was so loud, fast, and powerful. Not like the concerts you and Connie had been thinking about attending at the time. Like Duran Duran.

You still had a few of the mixtapes you had made together from around that time. Each one was put together perfectly, ready for choreography with accompanying lip sync, so when you played it in your room, you could perform like you were on stage yourselves.

"Yeah, pretty much!" He answers in semi awe, gazing at the screen.

You both reach for the last tiny piece of cereal. Eddie politely waves for you to have it and moves the bowl from in-between you both, scooching over to you.

The tiny little cereal bite makes it to your lips when he says, "I've changed my mind" scooping the side of your face in his hand, the ice-cold metal of the rings sends a shockwave to your temple and kisses you so incredibly softly.

He pulls away a few millimetres and stays there for a few seconds, staring deep into your soul. Your eyes feel like they must be glazed over, like in a cartoon. When a character gets hit over the head. It's only when you hear him audibly crunch the last bit of cereal he just stole from your mouth that your brain returns to earth. The audacity!!

"Why you little thief," you say, tackling him until he's lying back on the sofa. His mischievous cackle fills the trailer as you mock scold him, "Well, now I'm gonna just have to call it in! Grand fucking larceny right in front of my face." Your hand slips whilst you try and pin him down, he's much too wriggly, and he arches his body to the side, giggling furiously, "Mr Munson, are you....are you ticklish?!"

You raise your hands in the air like a puppeteer, "No, no, please", he protests between fits of giggles.

"You must pay the price for your crimes, Edward," you say in your best Hopper impersonation and tickle his sides mercilessly.

After a while, he can take no more "Ok, ok, stop! No more, please", he says, tears of laughter in his eyes.

You release him, "Shit, the things you gotta do around here to get a girl to touch your body" he's trying to make you embarrassed and is, unfortunately, successful, but you attempt a little play revenge.

"Oh, I see. Was that another move from the great Munson playbook, was it?" You tease, "I mean, I'm not sure or not if it was, in fact, much cooler than leaping on me like a koala bear, to be quite honest with you."

"Oh, not sure, huh? Maybe you need a few more samples to decide?" He turns the tables much faster than you expect. He's now straddling your lap, with you sitting bolt upright, against the back of the sofa in surprise.

He grabs your face and furiously plants hundreds of small aggressive kisses all over it. Your face is encompassed by his deep mane of hair.

"Ok, ok", you put your hands up, "I get it! Enough! You Joker"

"What was that?" He leans back a little, still holding your face, pretending not to hear you, "Too many? Hmm, maybe longer ones."

He dives back down and starts dishing out intense closed-mouth smooches all over your face, each pressing into your face for at least a few seconds.

"I swear if you give me a mark, my Dad will kill me, and then you."

He leans back again, pouting, "Yeah, ok, much too intense, I get it."

"Stop it, you dork", you laugh.

He stops suddenly, "Hold on a minute there!! Did you just call me..." He pauses with his thumbs and index fingers pinched together. His face is pretend offended "...a dork?"

You try to reply, but he quickly interjects with a dramatic rendition of Shakespearean-level theatrics, "Ah, so the day hast finally cometh. Where the magic of Munson has withered away and perished. A d'ork she had called him and his only, and if I do say so myself, fitting response was, Goodbye cruel world," and he lets himself fall backwards from your lap, towards the floor.

On reflex, your arm reaches out and grabs at his t-shirt and pull him back up towards you. He's already smiling broadly, "and that ladies and germs is how it's done. A-thank you," and he bows to a pretend audience.

You sit, gently laughing together until the piercing rings of the phone calm your merriment. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to answer it. He's talking quietly, but he keeps looking over at you, smiling and making faces at the person on the other end of the phone.

You quickly check your watch and realise the time. Jesus, it was nearly midnight. How had the time gone by so very quickly?

Eddie puts down the phone and notices your demeanour has changed, "Time to go home?" He says, trying to hide his disappointment. He must not want you to leave but also didn't want to guilt you into staying.

"Well, it's nearly midnight, and I haven't called my dad, and he said he expects sleepovers, but I needed to be open about them, and I wasn't expecting one, so I didn't mention it, and you didn't say anything, so you know, well, I've just lost time, haven't I?" You're waffling nervously and spilling way too much information, but the barrier between brain and mouth has just been blasted through by the muscle car of your panicked train of thought.

"Hmmm," He says thoughtfully, then puts his hands in his pockets. "Well, from my side, I had no expectations....hopes maybe..... I just was enjoying the evening, that's all" you smile at one another kindly.

"Me too," you say, standing and putting on your jacket, "I've had a great time." You pause mid-zip up and decide to ask the dreaded question. After all, you were about to leave anyway, so if he said no, it would be way less awkward, "Would you wanna, maybe, do it again some time?"

The question lands, and you brace yourself for an awkward set of excuses. Instead, he strides up to you confidently, putting his arms around your waist, his eyes searching yours, and utters gently, "I couldn't think of a single thing I would rather be doing." He kisses you on the forehead, and you relax into his arms for a few moments before heading out.

When you eventually step out of the trailer, the night sky looks absolutely stunning. You walk around, looking up into the stars, "Wow, is it always like this here?"

"No, not always," he says, stepping into the night, "it's an especially clear crisp night tonight, though. So, you know, they're putting on a good show" he waves his hand vaguely into the sky.

You point your finger at the blanket of stars and trace a wonky W shape, "Cassiopa", you say.

Eddie double takes, "The what now?"

"Cassiopa", you repeat.

"Cassiopeia", he corrects, laughing.

"Oh", you laugh, feeling a bit dumb.

"A vain creature, that one", he adds.

You take offence, "Vain, me?"

"No, no, no, no," he says hurriedly, "Not you. Her!" He points into the sky again and traces the wonky W shape.

"It's a person?" Your brow furrows with confusion.

He looks sorry for you and puts his hands to his mouth, "You don't know, do you? You don't know there is a whole story up there?"

You shake your head, "I just know that one constellation."

"One?!" He makes a fist and bites his knuckle, "You know what I think? I think you need to call your Dad right now and let him know you are staying here, and if he's worried about anything....well....you know what... Yeah...why not?....then he's welcome too, but there is no way I can possibly let you leave here when all you know is one measly constellation."

"I'll ask and see what he says. Don't get your hopes up though"

You go back in and call home. Your Dad picks up immediately, "Honey, are you ok?! Where are you?"

"Sorry, Dad, time just went so fast and then I was leaving, and we were looking at the stars, and Eddie was telling me about them, and I thought maybe I should call and ask if it's ok if I stay over?" You blurt out the question as quickly as possible, like a band-aid, you think to yourself.

You narrow your eyes, bracing for Dad's rage. Eddie is standing in front of you in full support mode, silently crossing his fingers.

Your Dad clears his throat, "a-hem. Well...." He goes quiet

Remembering what Eddie said, you quickly add, "You know if you feel uncomfortable about it, Eddie said you are more than welcome here too."

Eddie nods enthusiastically at you. You let out a little nervous cough, "Plus..." You are struggling to find the right coded words, "There won't and haven't been any choices to make this evening." Eddie looks at you, shocked, mouthing, "What the actual fuck?" You silently shrug back him in an 'I didn't know what else to do' way.

You hear your Dad grumble a little. He's probably shocked you are being so forthright.

"Nothing.....er...compromising", you try.

Eddie throws his hands in the air like the battle is lost.

A little more phone line silence, "Hmmm.....You know what, seeing as you have followed the rules, and I don't detect any lies....though it is over the phone..." He's pondering it further, " I'm gonna give you this one, ok, but if anything, and I do mean anything happens that you are uncomfortable with, you get straight back here, ok. Call me if you are worried. I know where the trailer park is" he says that so quickly you wonder if he's trying to say it before another part of him stops him from saying it.

"How did you-"

"Sorry honey, it wasn't just music recon I did today, alright? But that is beside the point. Remember what I said earlier about being smart. I want to trust you on this sort of thing, so you can have freedoms and be happy." He pauses again. You can almost see him pensively stroking his chin in thought, "I guess it is Saturday night after all.......ok, sure, but do not make me regret this, ok?"

"I won't!! Thank you. Love you. Bye," you say, putting down the phone carefully.

"I've got a pass!!" You shout, and Eddie punches the air a few times in excitement.

"Ok, ok" he's pacing around, half talking to himself, trying to plan everything. He rushes into his bedroom and starts rustling around. A few moments later, he emerges with some sleeping bags and his lunchbox, which he dumps into your arms, and starts ushering you outside.

Once outside, he climbs up a ladder to the top of the trailer, "Pass them up then", he hurries. You do so and then follow him up there. He's laid the sleeping bags out neatly next to one another and pats one for you to come and sit down.

You make your way over to your designated seat. Eddie joins you, seating himself on the other sleeping bag. He opens up the lunchbox and starts rolling a joint.

"Do you wish to partake?" He jokes, holding it between his fingertips, "You know, seeing as you don't have to drive home now."

"Sure, why not" it had been a long time since you smoked weed. In all truth, the first time, you and Connie had found a prerolled one in her parent's stash. You spent probably ninety per cent of that 'session' coughing and spluttering, and it was little to no fun.

The times after were more medicinal, or at least that is what you told yourself. Just to have some peace from the constant questioning and maybe get some quality sleep in place of the same flashes of a nightmare.

"I'll make sure to let Dad know that minutes after he had agreed to let me sleep over, you plied me with drugs," you say in the most serious tone you can muster.

Eddie stops for a second in alarm and then rolls his eyes, "Ha, ha, very droll", he says sarcastically.

You both lie back on your respective sleeping bags as Eddie narrates the story in the sky, outlining each of the character's constellations as he goes, "So Cassiopeia and Cephus over there, were married, and had a kid called Andromeda...that's her there see."

He traces the arc of Andromeda in the sky, passing you the smoke. You take a slight drag and continue listening, "So Cassiopeia is extremely vain, and she's all like, I'm so much better looking than those sea nymphs. Unfortunately for her, those sea nymphs were Poseidon's kids. He's the king of the sea. So he's pissed and sends out a sea monster, Cetus, over there to attack their shores." You pass the joint back over to him. There is a slight pause in storytelling for him to get his hit.

You love looking at the stars, you had pretty much no idea what was going on up there, but you loved them all the same. You feel so happy right now. It was almost like they were twinkling their hardest just for you.

"Anyway, so, they are all freaking out about the sea monster thing, so they think, ah we need to appease it, so they plan a sacrifice. I mean, it was a big leap, as parents, that they decided to choose their own daughter, Andromeda" you quickly point and trace out the part of that constellation you remember, "Very good!! Now so this chick is tied to a rock, and there is this big old sea baddie, but luckily for her, Perseus just happens to be flying back from a quest on Pegasus, and rescues her"

"Wait like the flying horse, Pegasus?"

"The very same." He confirms.

"Whoa," you said in awe of the sky, it's starting to hit you a little now, but it's a very pleasant, relaxing feeling.

Eddie laughs, "Whoa indeed", and he passes it back to you.

"So, are there any other constellations we can see here?" You say, looking at the very star-crammed heavens above you.

"Yeah, there are some like zodiac sign ones here and here, and then there is Triangulum." As he speaks, he points them out and traces them quickly like he's drawing them into the sky.

"Triangulum? Who's that? Like a pointy god with three heads or something?"

"No, I think it just means triangle."

You take a drag and partially sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows, "So what you are saying is, amid all the heroic action adventure, there is just a random triangle?"

"I mean...I guess you could say that," he says slowly.

You both look at one another for a few seconds and explode into laughter.

"Don't mind me, Perseus. I'm just a triangle." You say in a silly voice in between giggling fits. You sigh and lie further back on your elbows.

"That was such a great story, thank you. You're so good at storytelling, dude. I'm actually a little jealous." You say, patting his head in congratulations.

"Jealous of storytelling?" He says, half laughing.

"Yeah, sure, for about 2 years now, that's all anyone wants out of me really, and I..." you flourish your hand to yourself and take another drag, "...can't give it to them."

You flop back down onto your sleeping bag, holding out the joint for Eddie to take, and stare into the night sky, "Maybe you could write me a story to tell them, so at least they have something rather than nothing".

Eddie rolls over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows, and puffs on the joint whilst you are still holding it, "You can't tell them what you don't know, darlin' ", the slight drawl when he utters that last word makes you feel giddy.

"I liked that. Say that again."

"What? Darlin' ?" He says, amused.

"Yeah, it feels funny in my mouth if I say it" You start imitating the word, and you both start laughing again.

Once you've calmed down again, and the laughter fades to sighs, something has been bugging you, "Hey Eddie, you know cultists, are they real?"

"Oh yeah, sure, look at all that Manson family stuff for a start", he answers.

"No, I'm thinking more like in Dungeons & Dragons, like with all robes and hoods and stuff."

"Well, I guess anyone could have a robe and hood, but that sounds a lot like the whole satanic panic type thing. Why on earth are you asking about cults?" He's still smiling, but there is a tinge of concern there.

"Oh, it's silly, really. I think my brain just mushed the D&D game with my reoccurring nightmare."

"You have a reoccurring nightmare?"

"Well, I call it a nightmare, but really it's just all I can remember from when Connie and I went missing."

He's quiet for a moment and probably doesn't know what to say.

"It's ok, I don't often get to explain without someone getting upset with me, so this could be a first. Unless you don't want me to, of course. It's a big deal, but, you know, it's a short story."

Still slowly blinking at the vastness of space, you say, "I mean, I can't blame them. I'm angry with myself too. Only difference is, I know for sure I'm telling the truth about not remembering. You know, even this week, a teacher gave me a book on like guided visualisation or some shit. I mean, I guess it might help, but what if I go through all that, and people get their hopes up, and nothing comes of it."

"So how does it work, this guided stuff?" He asks with a big inhale

"I think basically you have a tape or a shrink talking to you whilst you walk around your memories, or what you can remember. They talk whilst you are in there and like set a scene, or ask you questions and stuff."

"Huh. Well, we could try that if you like? I mean, I don't mind doing the talky bit if it helps you."

"Really? You'd do that? For me? It might be pretty fucked up in there, man. What if I did something really bad, or I remember something horrific?"

"Then I'll be right here with you. Look, I heard the gossip stories about you and Connie that weekend, and the person in those stories and you, do not match up. Like square peg round hole type of shit, man. I mean, don't get me wrong, you look like you could be pretty handy in a fight, but I don't think you'd hurt anyone out of malice."

"What if it was an accident, though? And my brain has blocked it out."

"Then it was an accident, man. It's cool. I'm not trying to pry or force you to do anything you don't want. The offer is there anyway." He reaches for your hand and interlocks your fingers with his, "I just don't want you to be hurt anymore, that's all, and if there is a way I can help you, I wanna help you."

Eddie's words and his hand latched onto yours fills you with a sense of bravery. "You know what, I'm sick of being useless and powerless to help. Let's give it a try."

"Ok...but first, let's get down from here before that becomes a lot more complicated...maybe get some snacks and drinks" he smacks his lips, "yeah, definitely drinks."

You gather up the sleeping bags, and Eddie grabs his lunch box, the climb down is at a snail's pace, but you make it eventually. You sway around a little more than him, but it's not unpleasant. Once you get back into the trailer, you go to Eddie's room.

You give Eddie the basics of what you can remember from skim reading the book and the bullet point memories. He nods and cracks open a beer, "Right, ok, " he takes a swig from the can, "So anywhere you particularly want to investigate?" He asks, breaking out his notepad and tucks a pencil behind his ear.

"I think maybe the hooded people, they are troubling most right now," Eddie asks you to describe that scene in as much detail as possible, which you do.

"Ok, got it" he makes a few scribbles on his page and adjusts his pillow so you can lie perpendicular to where he sits.

You close your eyes, and Eddie starts talking you through some generic scene building, a meadow with a specific type of flower, anything worlds away from your memories so you can tell the difference.

Once you are fully emersed, Eddie asks you to look up and see the figures leaning over you, "What colour are their hood and cloaks?" he asks.

"Like a dark red", you reply sleepily.

"What do they want with you?"

"Not sure...can't hear them...they're laughing at something"

Eddie urges you to stay in the moment, listen, and see as much as possible.

Your visions start to flicker like an incorrectly tuned TV set, but you desperately try to stay in the memory. Something catches your eye, "shiny....a shiny watch."

Eddie scribbles down everything you say, "Metal, sparkle, clock face has hands."

As you are examining the watch face in your memory, it feels as though something grabs the back of your clothing and pulls you, hurtling you backwards away from it.

It feels as though your back crashes through the surface of a body of water, and you are still being dragged back at an alarming rate. You feel like you are drowning until you are pulled out of what feels like the other side.

You land with a thud and look to your right. The ripples. You watch the ripples move, but you feel like something is different this time. It is much more viscous. This isn't water,

"Not water, something else."

"Can you smell or taste anything?"

"Only metal" your hand is plunged into the ripples, and you feel a warm sensation, "Warm."

"Can you look around for me? Do you feel any sensations different to the warm liquid"

You desperately try to feel anything else, a chill touches your back.

"It's cold, where I'm laying it's cold, I'm cold" your eyes search behind your eyelids, a flash of something above you, "red cloak and a table," you say as you see one hurriedly swishes past you and stops abruptly at the edge of a table.

"Something's wrong" your stomach beings to flip over as the red cloak darts around in front of you.

Eddie takes a swig of beer, "What do you mean? Has something changed?"

"Panic, running. One is running. They've gone"

Another grab at your back plunged through yet another surface in the darkness. It's like your subconsciousness is dragging you through recollections you had long forgotten, but not long enough for all the details you want.

This time you aren't anywhere different, you are still in the same place, but this time you feel it. You can't move, "I'm stuck", you say as you try to "gotta get out of here" you try to move your body in the memory. You are stuck fast.

In Eddie's room, you are desperately squirming against nothing. He puts down his beer and notepad slowly. "Ok, I think that's enough now," he says.

You can hear him, but it's like listening to it from underwater.

In the visualisation, something drops from the table towards you. It's hard to determine what it is because it's so close to your face but just sways above you. You try to refocus your eyes.

"Hey, did you hear me? I said that's enough," Eddie says, a little more worried, but you are so close to focussing on the object.

A drop of liquid hits your lips from the pale object in front of you, which twitches and crunches, and that's when you see it. The little purple butterfly ring, "Connie?" You say weakly.

"Connie?!" You say in more alarm and try to move again. Nothing.

"CONNIE" you scream in terror and immediately find yourself back in Eddie's room, sitting bolt upright, breathing heavily, looking at the wall.

You turn to the side and hear Eddie scream. He is firmly pinned up against the other wall, "What the actual fuck?" He pants, staring at you, horrified.

The lump in your throat rises, and you feel your eyes fill with tears. What kind they are, you aren't sure, terror, sadness, joy,

"Eddie.." you say in a hoarse whisper, "I saw the ring she used to wear all the time. I-I think it was Connie" you look down at your hands, "I just couldn't do anything, I couldn't move or reach out to her" your voice cracks a little.

Eddie slowly peels himself from the wall, sits next to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. You gratefully lean into him and let a few tears fall. He felt so warm right now, compared to the memory sensations of the cold, hard ground. "Did you get much info this end?" You ask without much expectation.

"Well, I think I might have nearly had a heart attack", he jokes, trying to mask his worry, "I wrote down everything I heard and made notes of any descriptions. Well...except the last bit...because I.... well, let's just say it was pretty fucking scary in here."

" What happened?"

"Your body just went stiff as a board man, then you were vibrating like a cheap motel bed, then nothing, absolutely nothing at all. I thought you'd had a seizure or something. When I touched your arm, there was no response. You felt cold, like unnaturally cold. Then you said her name, did one hell of a sit-up and screamed her name into that wall there."

You rub your face with your hands, "I'm so sorry I scared you. I just thought I'd see something else if I could stay in there a bit longer."

"Hey now", he tries to comfort you, "so I got a little worried there for a second. I'm fine, you're fine, and potentially we have more clues for you. Well, at least some words", he gives your shoulders a little squeeze. You look up at him, and he can't hide his concern on his face this time but dips back into humour to ease the tension. "What do you say we get a little more 'fresh air," he says using air quotes, "with our friend the mighty triangle and then catch some z's."

You nod into his chest, wrapping your arms around his lithe torso and giving him a little squeeze back. He makes a noise of appreciation, "or...we could just stay here," he says gently, snuggling into your arms some more, gently walking his fingers along your arm.

You shake your head and smile, "You know, for a man who just got scared half to death, you recovered pretty quickly."

"What can I say? I've got priorities, and my goods are the best in town."

You look at his cheeky grin, and the bad feelings get pushed way down.

"Goods?" You say with a slight smile.

"Well, I was talking generally about lunchbox contents, but they aren't the only goods I've got." He says enthusiastically, purposefully poking your curiosity.

You sit up, "Well, now you are going to have to tell me."

"Well, first of all, these things." He rolls up his sleeve and flexes a bicep at you, "then of course 2 buns of steel, eyes you get lost in.... repeatedly!! a 100kW smile, I mean I could go on," he laughs.

"Oh, I see, "you pat yourself down, "well, that's too bad. I've clean forgot my wallet."

"Well, you know, we accept payment plans here," he says flirtatiously, pulling the sleeping bag over the top of your both.

You giggle in the moment, but mid-kiss, you open your eyes, trying to take in every detail of his face, just so you could recall it exactly when you needed it next. Trying to give your brain so many details, it could never forget this.

You knew you were absolutely in way too deep, too soon. His soft brown eyes are closed, hidden from you, and it feels like you almost know something he is blissfully unaware of. Deep down, you know, this guy was going to, when it was over, not just break your heart, but obliterate it to its very atoms.

Good things don't last for you. They never have.

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OOC: Heart-Aik: Aik Membrane's Prequel

Chapter Six /tw: children in distress/pain

After Bel's death, there were a few structural changes Membrane made to the lab. He removed the door entirely from the white room Aik slept in. Aik was allowed to sleep in there or just hang out in there when he wanted, and Membrane spent his nights in the lab as he began working on the third clone.

However, he couldn't stay there 24/7, he still had to leave for a few hours every few days. Locking Aik in his room proved to not work at all, Membrane discovered Aik's method of escaping. His solution?

He installed a large square container, 6 feet on each side, two walls and the floor were solid metal, and two others and the ceiling were bars. It was equipped with heat sensors that would give an alarm if the one inside managed to get out, and a lock with an electric charge. The entire contraption was kept right by the entrance to the lab.

Yes. A literal cage was Membrane's solution. A few hours a week, kept in a cage to prevent Aik from being able to mess with the new clone.

A seven year old Aik, dressed in a yellow t-shirt and jeans, sat on the floor of the 'container' he was being kept in, tossing a rubber ball against the solid wall to bounce it back to his hand. Membrane had been gone for an hour, Aik didn't expect him to be back anytime soon. From where he was sitting, he had a perfect view of the canister containing the new clone. He had been able to watch this one grow everyday, he could even see the vitals monitoring screen. Membrane hadn't told him the name of this one yet, he hadn't even woken up, but Aik was already determined to not let this one go nor make the same mistake he did with Bel.

Even though Aik hated this cage, at least he would never have to let the clone out of his sight, and could even talk to him from here once the infant woke up.

Despite knowing the baby wouldn't be able to hear him, Aik found himself talking to him many times anyway.

"Dad kind of sucks," Aik said with a sigh. "But I'm going to protect you from him. You're going to grow up and be the best one ever. Not crazy, you'll be great." He paused for a moment. "I wonder if you'd like to be read to. Eventually. Or if you'd prefer warmth or…" He trailed off. To this day, he hadn't yet cried over Bel's death. For some reason, he couldn't. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. He still grieved over Bel, like any brother would.

But the fact that he didn't cry over it must have convinced Membrane further that he was some kind of heartless monster.

Aik shook his head to settle his thoughts. "You're going to be your own person. Yeah. Your own incredible you. And my brother too."

The lab door opened and Membrane entered, startling Aik, who quickly stood up and tucked the small rubber ball in his pocket. "Hello."

"Hi." Membrane opened the locked door and gestured for Aik to follow.

"You're back early… why?" Aik followed cautiously.

"Cor, it's time to wake him up," Membrane responded simply.

Cor. So that was the boy's name. "Does he have a middle name?" Aik asked.

"Cor Lux Membrane," Membrane replied, typing on a monitor to begin the process of waking the infant. "Don't touch anything, Nil. Just watch."

"Yes Dad," Aik said with a nod. He was already watching everything. Cor's entire development, he had been watching to try to figure out what might go wrong. He was going to save this one.

After the canister was drained, Membrane took the infant out, dried him off, and dressed him in an orange shirt. "Welcome, Cor."

Similar to Bel, Cor was thinner than Aik was, but damn this one was much more energetic than Bel. Seconds after breathing, he was wiggling and squirming, struggling against every little thing Membrane did.

"Wow, you're feisty. Don't bite though," Membrane warned, causing Aik to roll his eyes.

Cor stuck out the tip of his tongue, frowning with a confused expression. His hair scythe couldn't decide whether it wanted to be straight or crooked, causing it to be slightly split at the end.

"Aik, camera," Membrane directed.

Aik sighed and handed Membrane the same camera, and another picture of Membrane and both living clones was taken. With a bitter sting, Aik was reminded for a moment of the purple shirt he had folded neatly in a tiny package on his shelf. And the fact that its owner wouldn’t be in this picture with them.

But he straightened his shoulders with a deep breath and allowed the thought to pass as Membrane returned the camera to its belonging place and began to inspect Cor like he had with Bel and Aik.

Aik stayed very close without being in Membrane's way, something he had learned to do by now. Where to stand and walk so he could see everything without being nudged out of the way.

Despite clearly not being alright, just like Bel was, Cor was much more mobile. But Aik made note of the similarities. Trouble breathing occasionally, the thin arms and body, and blue and purple vein markings that were barely noticeable at the moment.

Though for Cor, there was something new. As he squirmed his breathing became worse. It didn't dissuade him from struggling and a trickle of red liquid began to drip from his nose.

"Nose bleed?" Membrane said, confused. He grabbed a tissue and gently held it over Cor's nose. Cor was still struggling, but seemed weak and exhausted from the effort, closing his eyes and finally focusing on breathing.

"What happened?" Aik asked, barely able to keep himself from snatching Cor out of Membrane's arms.

Cor's eyes popped open again and he stared at Aik, wide eyed.

"He's disoriented, he'll be alright," Membrane said, checking to make sure the nose bleed had stopped before taking off the tissue.

Aik tilted his head, looking back at Cor. Cor sniffed and stuck his tongue out at Aik.

"Do you recognize my voice?" Aik asked hesitantly. And to his surprise, Cor smiled. He thought for sure Cor wouldn't have been able to hear anything in the canister, much less recognize his voice.

"That's ridiculous, Aik, he's minutes old, he doesn't recognize you at all," Membrane huffed and continued to fuss over Cor.

Aik ignored the professor and stayed where Cor could see him. Because as long as Cor could see Aik, he was calm. Which seemed to help his breathing.

"Hello Cor. Nice to meet you," Aik said with a small wave.

Membrane was completely obvious to the fact that Aik's presence was keeping Cor calm. "Aik, shouldn't you be studying?"

"I already read all the books you gave me," Aik replied.

"I doubt that, you read slow."

"No I don't," Aik huffed and crossed his arms.

"Go study," Membrane directed, but Aik knew that Membrane didn't actually care about what Aik was doing, as long as he wasn't affecting the newest clone or getting in the way. So Aik just stayed very quiet and watched. He noticed Membrane was feeling Cor's thin arms. Cor winced occasionally, and Membrane made a note.

Aik peeked over Membrane's shoulder to see what the note said. 'Bone formed wrong, causes discomfort.'

Aik frowned. Is that the same thing that happened to Bel? And why did they both struggle with breathing…

Aik took a mental note of everything Cor reacted to, all the similarities to Bel and the differences, as Membrane checked him over. He also watched as Membrane filled the canister with a new liquid. It was a greenish blue hue as opposed to the pinkish clear liquid that Cor had been taken out of. It was much thicker too. But it was only half full. He put Cor back in the canister, the liquid came up to his waist. Cor squirmed and swatted the liquid with his hand, making a small splash.

Aik frowned. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"The breathing apparatus didn't work enough. This goop will filter the oxygen he needs directly into his skin. It'll help him breathe as his lungs finish," Membrane explained distractedly. He went to a computer and began typing, barely paying attention to Cor struggling to get the fluid off his legs. He was far too small and weak to succeed.

Aik sighed and approached the canister, opening the hatch. Doing so didn't cause any liquid to spill out, but it did make Cor stop struggling.

And Membrane was too distracted to notice Aik slip his hand and whole arm in the canister. He didn't mind the liquid covering his hand up to his wrist.

Cor stared at Aik's hand, poked it, then gripped his arm in his weak grasp.

Aik chuckled. "I'm gonna take care of you," he said quietly, so Membrane wouldn't hear.

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smoooothoperator · 3 years

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Monaco (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: Y/N is Tom Holland's manager and this year she attends with him to the Monaco GP. What if she meets one of the Ferrari drivers?

Word count: 1896

A/N: Sooo this is my first work. Hope you like it❤

Since I was little, Tom and I were friends. I grew with him and got to see every step made into Hollywood. I met all of his friends and become a little group were Zendaya and I were the only girls. Harrison and I worked with him, he's his assistant and I'm his manager, so we travel together a lot. This year, after all the press interviews of his last movie he wanted to take us to a vacation to Monaco, the same week the Formula One is taking place there. The city is full of cars and people, and it's easy to be caught by some Tom's fans an the streets.

"Man, look at those pretty cars" Harrison was living his life, watching all the Ferrari and Mercedes parked in front the building "Haz you are drooling" I laughed looking at my friend "I mean, they are cars..." "Are you for real? Y/N look at those beatiful machines" Tom sighed walking near a Ferrari "Oh, so fucking gorgeous"

I laughed looking at my best friends being in love with two cars and when two men dressed with red shirts came near them they stood up real quickly.

"Are you Tom Holland?" one of the asked with an strange english accent. "Oh God, and are you Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz? The Ferrari drivers?" Tom has his fangirl mode activated. "Yeah" they laughed and Harrison started to talk with them.

I'm standing away of them, letting the four men talk, while I'm talking on my phone with one of Tom's sponsors, and I started to feel a pair of eyes locked on my back. When I turned around I saw one of the drives, don't know his name, looking at me with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" he asked turning all the attention to me "I saw Harrison with Tome in media, but... you?" "Oh, I'm his manager" I answered walking near them, placing myself between Tom and Harrison and touching Tom's shoulder "Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" "The pleasure is mine"

Oh damn, flirting are we?

The drivers said goodbye to us the doors of the red Ferrari that was near us and the one who filtered with me started the engine of the car making Tom and Harrison shout of happiness.

"Will you see the race?" the driver asked me with a smile on his lips. "I think so" I smiled at him feeling how my checks started to burn. "I'm Charles, by the way, Charles Leclerc"

Tom and Harrison laughed loud signaling my blushed face and I kicked both of their arms. We started to walk to our after graving something to eat on the steet and when we arrived to our suite OK the hotel I booked I started to call one of Tom's sponsors who is here in Monaco.

"Come one, Y/N. Stop working, we are here for relax and forget about work." Tom complained taking my phone from my hands. "But..." "No buts, enjoy." Harrison interrupted me covering my mouth with his hands "Plus, can we talk about how Charles Leclerc started to flirt with you? He had heart eyes" "Oooh, that's true!" Tom started to jump in his seat, clapping and laughing "He even asked you if you were going to see the race" "He wasn't flirting, he was just... being polite" I sighed rolling my eyes. "And why did he started following you on Instagram?" Tom took my phone on his hands when it turned on with a notification "Oh! And he sent a message to you!"

I stood up front the couch and walked to my bed with my phone between my hands, opening Instagram and reading his message.

charles_leclerc: Hey it's me, Charles Leclerc. I wanted to know if you can come to the Ferrari paddock with Tom and Harrison?

I smiled reading his message while bitting my lip.

me: Hi Charles, sorry we already have an invitation from RedBull... but of course we're going to walk near! I think Harrison wanted to have a look to the cars

charles_leclerc Oh, well... So, do you like Monaco?

I laughed softly. He changed the topic so quickly that o even se that coming.

me: I haven't seen too much, only the harbor and some nice shops... but it's pretty

charles_leclerc: Do you want me to show you the city?

I gasped in surprise, sitting on my bed and looking at the screen of my phone.

"Guys?" I shouted, hearing their footsteps coming near me. "What?" they shouted looking at me worried. "I think Charles Leclerc asked me to go with him on a date" "I KNEW IT!" Tom exclaimed "Okay so, what did you said?" "Nothing! I mean, what if he's joking? I'm sure he is..."

Tom rolled his eyes and started to tap on my phone, writing a message for Charles. He smiled and then put the phone on the bed.

"You have to get ready, he will come in an hour" "He what?" "Go on. And put something red" Harrison smiled and they left me alone on my room.

Sighing I opened the suitcase and searched for something to wear but nothing red. I dressed with a midi black dress and some sandals and painted my lips with a red lipstick.

"He's here" Tom said looking outside the windows, waving to someone on the street "And he has the Ferrari we saw this morning. Damn Y/N, enjoy the drive and then describe to us how the car was" "You are a freak" I laughed opening the door.

Leaving the hotel Charles opened the door for me with a big smile and started to drive on the streets. He showed me all the important places and personal places like his mother's house or the school were he studied when he was a kid. Some fans who recognised him started to cheer for him and he waved to them with a smile on his lips.

"Is like that everyday? Like you walk on the street and everyone knows who you are. Aren't you stressed about that?" I asked him looking at all his fans. "Not really. Well, it's true that when I race here I feel a lot of pressure because you know... it's home and they are my people. But you know... is really good to feel the support of them" he explained smiling to me. "I guess so..." "And how it is being Tom's manager?" "Is like if I'm taking care of a child! I'm always looking that he doesn't spoil a movie, or swear on public TV... but I love him, he's my best friend since I was little" I smiled, moving my hands while I speak. "I have to confess that the first time I saw you Carlos and I thought that you were his girlfriend " he sighed. "God, no! Never in a million years" I laughed.

He smiled to me and parked the car. I looked outside and when I saw that we are on the top of Monaco I sighed with happiness.

"Wow, what a wonderful view" I smiled looking at the sea "Thank you for the ride, Charles" "I hope you enjoyed it" he smiled grabbing my hand and walking to a bench.

None of us talk, instead we enjoy the silence looking at the sea. I didn't notice that his hand is still holding mine but I don't care, it feels right.

"You know... when I saw you this morning the first thing I noticed was you, not your friends" he said, squeezing my hand "Like, yeah they are Tom Holland and Harrison Osterflied, but... you are beautiful" "Charles..." "I don't want you think that I say this to every girl a see" he interrupted me "I mean it. You are gorgeous, Y/N"

I smiled and placed my head on his shoulder, leaning on him I little.

"Come to my garage tomorrow at the race" he whispered. "But I already talked with RedBull" "Only you" he insisted, interviewing our hands and caressing my skin "Please" "Okay..."

He laughed softly and stood from the bench. He drived me back to my hotel and I promised to meet him tomorrow at his garage, waving goodbye to him. Opening the door of the suite I'm welcomed my Tom and Harrison asking me about the date.

"It was... fine" I answered with a smile "The car, I mean. The date was actually really good." "Do you like him?" Tom asked with a smile. "Well... I only know him since this morning, but he's kinda cute"

The next morning we walked to the track, Tom waving to all the people who recognised him and laughed when McLaren started to put the SpiderMan theme song on their garage. When I reached the merchandising shop I stopped to by a Ferrari shirt and put it on me quickly, making Tom and Harrison laugh.

"What? I'm going to their garage, at least I should wear something for them" I sighed at them. "You like Charles " Harrison singed hugging my shoulders ", and that's really cute." "Yeah, whatever"

I stopped in front of Ferrari garage and Charles waved at me with a smile on his lips, dressed already on his driver suit. I followed him and sat where he indicated me before he reached to the car.

The race started, and he was first because he finished first yesterday on qualification. But after some minutes something happened to his car.

"No. No. No." He said via radio.

He can't race anymore, his car stopped working only at the warm up lap. The garage started to move stressed and requested for a safety car to bring Charles back. My phone started vibratting and the screen lighted up with a Tom's message.

Tommy: That was Charles, right?

Me: Yeah...

I heard the door of a car closing and the next thing that happened was a surprise to me. Charles started to walk towards me and he hugged me in front of everyone.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked caressing his back. "I'm not" he whispered on my neck.

He started to shake and I searched for help with my eyes. A woman watched us and she waved to me catching my attention, making me go away from him and catching his hand walking in front of him. The woman lead us to an empty room and she smiled at me before closing the door.

"Hey" I put my hands on his cheeks lifting his head up. "No, please. Just... hug me."

I sighed and hugged him. He started to cry on me, wrapping me with his arms and making me caress his hair.

"It's okey to cry, Charles. I'm here, not going anywhere " I whispered softly.

He sat on the couch and I sat on his lap, humming on his hair trying to calm his nerves. When he stopped crying I took his face between my hands and dried his cheeks with my fingers.

"Everything is fine" I smiled to him.

He looked at me and started to lean on me, looking between my eyes and my lips. Our foreheads are touching and in one second his lips are on mine.

"I only know you for a day... but I already like you, Y/N" he sighed on my lips making me smile. "I like you too, Charles"

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles lecrelc #formula 1 #f1

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five-rivers · 3 years

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So first, I just want to say that I love Mortified, especially the arcs involving Ereshkigal and Innana. The whole thing is absolutely incredible, and I'm always thrilled to see an update. Second, I was rather hoping to offer you a prompt I've had swirling about my head. What if there is some sort of research facility exploring "that which is unknown and previously thought to be impossible" (i.e. magic but they don't call it that because people don't really know about magic and ghosts in this AU) and Danny's class is invited to go on a field trip there. At first, everything is normal, but just after the class leaves the researchers realize that their instruments show that some sort of Eldritch Horror is nearby and they start freaking out, but it's just Danny. I don't know where else this would go though.

Mr. Lancer chewed on the end of his pen. It was a disgusting habit, he knew, but he could never quite get himself to kick it, especially when he had a problem to confront.

Said problem was, presently, that enough of his students had expressed an interest in careers in ectology and paranormal science that he really had to give them a relevant field trip. Unfortunately, there were very few reputable options for such a field trip. The Fentons were unsafe, Axion Labs refused to give tours, the GIW were essentially a government sponsored hate group. Most other ‘ghost hunting agencies’ were outright scams.

But there had to be something nearby. Or at least in the state. Maybe not something that explicitly or solely dealt with ghosts, but something.

Maybe...

Oh!

He shifted to sit straighter in his chair. That would work. He started typing an email.

“We got a what?” repeated Johannsson.

“A field trip request,” repeated Deer.

“Like... from a school?” asked Johannsson, cautiously.

“A high school,” confirmed Deer, sounding rather stunned.

“Do they... know what we do here?”

“Evidently,” said Deer.

“Like, they know we research magic and telepathy and stuff.”

“Yes.”

“And astral projection, higher-dimensional beings, alternate universes, that kind of thing? Fringe science?”

“He says the junior class is interested in the ‘paranormal sciences.’”

“Wow,” said Johannsson, finally bringing his coffee up to his mouth and sipping at it cautiously. “Where,” he started, “where are they from?”

“Um,” said Deer, peering at her computer screen. “Casper High. One sec.” She started typing. “It’s in Amity Park? Do you think it’s a joke?”

“Ah,” said Johannsson. “No, that tracks, actually, if it’s Amity Park. We’ve got some weird readings on file from there, if you look it up.”

“It’s close,” said Deer. “If we get readings, why don’t we have a presence there?”

“Another agency called dibs first,” said Johannsson. “We have enough trouble. No need to step on toes.”

Deer looked up at Johannsson incredulously. “We fight eldritch abominations from the edge of reality,” she said. “Is the boss really worried about stepping on toes?”

“Hey, that’s how we get funding,” said Johannsson, shrugging. “We don’t want to end up like MKUltra.”

“MKUltra was a scam, Steve. And also mostly illegal.”

“Yeah?”

Deer shrugged. “Anyway, should I send this on, or...?”

“Yeah, go ahead. The boss will probably get a kick out of it, if nothing else.”

“I would not have told the boss about this if I knew I’d be the one babysitting a bunch of teenagers,” said Deer through a clenched smile. She jerked on the hem of her blouse, not used to the more formal clothes she was wearing on this momentous occasion.

“Yeah,” said Johannsson, “but it isn’t like we get a lot of people coming into this profession for this profession. And they’re kids. So be nice.”

“I’m always nice,” grumbled Deer.

“Well, look like it,” said Johannsson, elbowing her. He caught sight of the yellow school bus. “Here they come now.”

They waited until most of the students had gotten off the bus to approach.

“Hi,” said Johannsson, “you must be Mr. Lancer.”

“That’s me,” said the rather frazzled-looking teacher. “Come on kids, let’s get settled down. Listen to our guides. Let them introduce themselves.”

“Yeah, hey,” said Johannsson, waving. “Welcome to the Edge Institute, where we study that which is unknown and often thought to be impossible.”

“Hi,” said Deer, frowning at one group of students in particular. Johannsson followed her eyes.

The trio in question didn’t seem particularly out of the ordinary. Except... Well, there was a reason Deer worked here.

“I’m Steve Johannsson,” he said, getting back on track. “This is Sylvia Deer. We mostly work in report processing and assessment, but that brings us into contact with all our other departments, so we’re more than suited to show you around.”

Sylvia put her thumbs up. “Yep,” she said.

“Most of what we work with isn’t terribly dangerous, however, there are exceptions to that rule, and we have some classified projects, so don’t wander off. Stay within view of us at all times.”

“What if we need to use the bathroom?” asked a student.

“Well, that’s different,” admitted Johannsson. “We’ve got a couple scheduled stops, so make sure you go at those times. Other than that, don’t go through any doors we don’t open for you and don’t touch anything without asking first. Got it?”

There was a soft murmur of assent.

“Come on, kids,” said Mr. Lancer, clapping, “he asked a question.”

The murmur became slightly more unanimous.

“Right,” said Deer. She jerked her head towards the building. “Let’s go.”

“Anyway,” said Johannsson, “this is reception, which is the only part of the building freely open to the general public. If you do need to go to the bathroom, they’re right there. We’re going to hang out here for a few minutes, get everyone taken care of.”

Most of the students made their way to the restrooms immediately, however, that one trio stayed put.

“Hey,” said the smallest of the group, “do you guys hear that?”

“Hear what?” asked Johannsson.

“Um,” said the boy, slightly rocking forward on the balls of his feet, “there’s, like, an alarm or a siren going off? It’s really faint, but is everything okay?”

“We’d get a text,” said Deer. “Not to mention an announcement on the PA system.”

“And the radios,” said Johannsson, tapping his.

“Right,” said Deer, nodding. “Maybe you have tinnitus or something?”

“Isn’t that recurrent, though?” asked Johannsson. “He’d know if he had it.”

“I do not have tinnitus,” said the boy, firmly. “I really think there’s an alarm going off. Or maybe someone has a mosquito ringtone. Gosh, I hate those...”

Johannsson glanced at Deer and noted that she, once again, was staring at the children rather intensely. Mostly at the boy, but that made sense since he was the one speaking.

“Danny has good hearing,” said the girl, who was decked out in an array of gothic and mystic symbols. One which, on closer inspection, would probably be fairly effective at passive protection.

Johannsson wondered if that was the result of research, intuition, or sheer luck.

Perhaps that was why Deer was looking at them like that?

“Maybe I’m just imagining it,” said Danny, shaking his head. “Let’s go to the bathrooms. There’s probably a line by now.”

Once the kids were gone, and Johannsson and Deer were more or less alone in the entry hall, Johannsson turned to Deer. “Think we should call Detection?”

“Yeah,” said Deer, pulling out her phone. “There’s something not right, here.”

“Maybe he’s a sensitive?” suggested Johannsson. “He could be picking up a project.”

“Or maybe he’s like you and he’ll break every piece of tech invented in the last twenty-five years as soon as he touches it. Or he was cursed by a goddess, like Vicky in Containment. Or maybe he just has tinnitus and is in denial. I still don’t like this.” She finished dialing Detection and brought the phone to her ear. “Hey, I-” She pulled the phone away, glared at it and cautiously brought it back. “What’s going on? An incursion? Then why aren’t we on lockdown?”

Johannsson’s blood ran cold. “An incursion? How big?”

Deer held up a hand. “That doesn’t- You know we can’t detect everything! It doesn’t matter if nothing else gets triggered, the protocol is lockdown until we can determine- If you had done your job, the kids would still be on the damn bus!”

At this point, Deer’s shouts had drawn the attention and worry of Mr. Lancer and several of the students who had emerged from the bathrooms.

“Is everything alright?” asked the man.

Johannsson glanced at Deer. “No,” he decided, just before the security shutters slammed down and the emergency lighting came on. “I’m really sorry,” he said, “but it seems like some of our colleagues were overly excited about your tour and didn’t, er, follow proper procedure following a, uh, event. So-”

The PA system stuttered into life. “Attention. A level seven entity has been detected. All nonessential personnel, please proceed to the nearest shelter. Repeat-”

“Seven?” echoed Johannsson, starting to sweat. “Seven?”

“It’s probably a false alarm,” said Deer, putting away her phone and smiling in the way only people who feel very ill do. “None of the other incursion detectors went off. No radiation associated with dimensional breaks or anything. We should still get everyone to a shelter. Maybe you can round up everyone from the bathrooms?”

“Right,” said Mr. Lancer, who was enviably calm.

“Is an entity like a ghost or something?” asked one of the kids, who clearly weren’t grasping the gravity of the situation. “How strong is a seven?”

Level seven entities couldn’t be described in terms of strength alone. They were eldritch, uncaring gods that tore at the fabric of reality with their very presence, creatures that had no business being on the material plane. They shed bright magic and dark science in their wake, leaving those unfortunate enough to see them grappling with madness that was not.

He really wanted to know what was happening in Amity Park (ghosts?) that made these people so blasé about the alarms, flashing lights, and security shutters.

Wait a second.

He unclipped his radio from his belt. “This is Johannsson, calling detection. Can you describe the signal to me? Over.”

The radio crackled. “Slowly rising over the last thirty minutes, peaking and plateauing in the last ten. Why? Do you have something? Over.”

The bus had arrived ten minutes ago. Johannsson closed his eyes. “Maybe. Will inform. Over and out.”

He looked over at the bathroom where Danny and his two friends were emerging. Danny had his hands pressed over his ears. Whenever the overhead lights flashed off, the boys eyes reflected green. Just for a second.

Yeah. Johannsson had something. The question was, what was he going to do about it?

#danny phantom #not quite your prompt but...#close?#ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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Spy games- Pogues x OC

summary: friendships are put to the test when trust is the only thing they lack.

wc: 3,623

a/n: here it is! things get a bit intense from here on out so stay tuned. if you wanna tagged you can ask @halsmultibitch or me!! happy reading 🦋

prologue~ pilot~ the lucky compass~ the forbidden zone~

Previously on Good Life..

“Do you see anything?” he asked, suddenly hearing the boys laugh in cheer.

“It’s the Royal Merchant!” John B shouted in victory as he saw the wreckage on the screen feeling as if his father was standing right there with him.

“It’s not there. Just..just pull the drone up.” John B said feeling disappointed when they didn’t see any gold after looking for some time.

“We can go again.” Fallon told him as she moved her hair from her face.

“Yeah, we can recharge the battery and go back down.” Pope said as he turned to John B while also dealing with the drone.

“We’ve done it three time. There’s nothing there!” JJ shouted, immediately receiving a slap on the arm from Lani.

“Shut up!” Kie yelled at the blonde making him turn to her.

“What? It’s true.”

“Seriously, JJ?” the kook asked, giving him a disappointed look.

“If it was there, it would’ve been found on the metal detector. Someone beat us to it.” the shaggy haired pogue said sadly as he sat down and pulled his hood up, blocking himself from the situation.

“Or it was never there.” The blonde muttered as he began to sail back to the Chateau.

The next day, Fallon spent it with JJ while he practiced with the gun. Luke was gone which gave her the clear on going to the blonde’s house. They were currently in the backyard, Fallon ranting as usual as JJ got his gun ready.

“She was all over you on the boat and you’re just gonna ignore it?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“She wasn’t over me, Fal. What’s up with you? Why are you so jealous?”

“Pfft, I'm not jealous, I just think it’s ridiculous.” she scoffed as the blonde finally turned to her in question.

“I’m not jealous!”

“Fine, fine. You’re not… if you say so.” JJ lifted his hands in surrender before turning back to his gun. Fallon was about to answer when the blonde started shooting his gun at a teddy bear perched on a log. After a few minutes, Pope came by and started screaming at JJ. The blonde couldn’t hear due to the headphones he had on which made Fallon stand up and tap him on the shoulder.

“JJ! They know.” the pogue shouted as the blonde took off the head piece.

“What?”

“They know.”

“Wait, wait. Who’s they and what do they know?” Fallon asked, looking at the boys in confusion.

“Just chill bro, all right?” JJ said as he walked towards Pope, placing his hand on his shoulders. Leaving the caramel haired pogue completely ignored.

“They don’t know shit, okay?”

“Topper knows I sunk the boat.” the pogue muttered not wanting Fallon to hear.

“How do you know they know?”

“What did you guys do?” the pogue finally asked with her arms crossed over her chest as the boys stared at her. They looked at each other and Pope nodded which caused JJ to look at the floor and sighed.

“Fine, tell her.” the blonde said annoyingly as he turned to walk towards the bench that was close to the house.

“Rafe and Topper jumped me while I was delivering on Figure 8 and well… then I kind of sunk Topper’s boat.” Pope rambled as Fallon stared at him in disbelief.

“Rafe? h-he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t have done that.” she laughed dryly as her fingers ran through her hair.

“Yes, Rafe. Wh- you don’t believe me or what?” the curly haired pogue asked, looking back and forth between Fallon and JJ who was walking back toward them.

“Are you defending Rafe right now?” the blonde asked angrily with his eyebrows furrowed as he stood in front of Fallon.

“I just don’t believe he would do something like that.”

“Why?”

“Yeah, Rafe's a horrible person.” Pope stated putting his hands in his pockets.

“No, he’s not.”

“Oh, he’s not?” JJ asked bitterly.

“No.”

“Why are you defending him so much?” the blonde asked, feeling anger course through his body as Fallon felt more and more annoyed.

“Because he has never been mean to me. Not once!”

“He’s probably only nice to you cause he likes to stare at your tits.”

“Oh really?” she laughed dryly as she crossed her arms.

“Yes, really. You don’t even believe Pope when he tells you Rafe fucking hit him in the face with golf club. How can you just- Are you two fucking or something? Is that it?” JJ said angrily immediately feeling a sting on his left cheek. Fallon had slapped him with every bit of anger in her.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that.” she said with gritted teeth and walked away to her car. She quickly drove away, still having the conversation fresh in her head. All Fallon thought about was wanting to go home, far away from the blonde pogue who had captured her heart like no other. That same night was the annual movie night that was held in the OBX. A lot of people go, especially kids. This year, Kie invited her to go with boys and Lani but after that argument, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m so glad that they’re still doing this. You know? Aren’t you glad I made you come?” Kie smiled walking towards an empty area followed by JJ, Pope and Lani.

“Ecstatic.” Pope said dryly, rolling his eyes making Lani chuckle.

“My couch was pretty comfy. I’ll be honest.” JJ said annoyingly at Kie watching her place the beach chair and cooler on the ground.

“I have no opinion yet but for now, i’m liking it.” Lani smiled sitting on her blanket that was placed kneetly on the floor.

“We’re out in the green zone, man.” Pope muttered as he opened his beach chair next to Kie’s.

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ said, trying to get the pogue to calm down.

“What are you guys blabbering about?” Lani chuckled as she looked at the boys whose eyes widened thinking the kook had heard them.

“Nothing.. nothing.” The blonde shook his head and sat down, followed by Pope who was suspiciously looking around.

“Hey, I'm gonna go get some drinks. Does anyone want anything?” Kie asked as she rummaged through her wallet to take out the money. The boys shook their heads and Lani told her what she wanted, making her mutter an ‘okay’ making her way to the food stand. A few minutes later she came strutting back, turning her head to look behind her.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ’Tell your boy that we know what he did.’” She said as she handed Lani her drink and sat down.

“What does he mean?” The kook asked, turning to the boys who were looking all around them desperately.

“Where is he?”

“Right there.” Kie said pointing towards the back where Topper, Kelce and Rafe were at.

“Great, the whole death squad.”

“Don’t look, bro.” JJ said, turning his head harshly as they huddled up to start muttering.

“Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I’m coming out swinging, okay? Slicin’ and dicin’, I'm on edge, right now.” The girls stared at each other and looked back at the boys who were muttering something about a school of fish.

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He said holding up his backpack to let Pope know that he was protected.

“JJ? honey? yeah, umm. What’s in the backpack?” Lani asked, pointing at it as she looked at the pogue in question. She turned her head to Kie who returned the questionable stare.

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there’s kids.” Kie scolded, staring at the blonde with wide eyes.

“Kie, I didn’t bring a gun. Everything’s fine, okay?”

“Wow, that’s really convincing. I love that, JJ.” The pogue said sarcastically as Lani turned to sit straight.

“I’m never leaving you alone with my children.” she muttered, making Kiara chuckle as she sipped her drink.

“Guys, founding principal. No secret among pogues. What was Rafe talking about?” Kie asked leaning forward not letting go of the conversation.

“Girls, it might go down tonight.” JJ said, leaning forward closer to the girls. Lani lowered her sunglasses to look at the pogue in confusion and then turned to Kie asking for an explanation.

“What did you guys do?” The kook asked the blonde, making him turn to Pope and grab his shoulder.

“Deny, deny, deny.” he muttered and turned back to the big screen ignoring the girls’ questionable faces. After 30 minutes since the movie started, the boys stood up making Lani look at them immediately.

“Where are you guys going?” She whispered as Pope turned to her.

“We’re gonna wring it out.” he whispered back, making Kie look up from her popcorn.

“You’re gonna hold it for each other?” the pogues whispered, catching the kook off guard causing her to snort as she drank her soda. A few minutes went by when Rafe and his guys walked behind the screen where Pope and JJ had run off to. Lani saw this and slapped Kie’s leg.

“We should go check on the boys. Something’s probably wrong.” she whispered, making Kie look at the side of the screen to see Topper walk through it. The pogue nodded her head and quickly stood up as Lani leaned over to grab JJ’s backpack. They walked around the screen and gasped at what they saw. Kelce was holding on to JJ’s arms as Topper continued to punch his abdomen. A few feet away stood Rafe with his arm around Pope’s neck making him choke.

“Get off of him!” Kie shouted as she ran and threw herself on Rafe’s back making him let go of Pope. The pogue fell to the ground and started coughing harshly. Lani let go of the backpack and ran towards Topper, punching him in the back. The kook turned around and towered over Lani making her take a few steps back.

“Oh look who’s here protecting her little boyfriend.” Topper siad with an evil smirk as he kept moving towards Lani who stepped back in fear. JJ somehow got out of Kelce’s grasp and ran to stand between Topper and Lani.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” The blonde said with gritted teeth as he pressed a finger to Toper’s chest, making him stop.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do?” The kook dared as Kelce silently walked behind Lani to wrap his arms around her. She let out a loud scream making JJ turn to her as Topper took the opportunity to hit his head causing the pogue to fall. Suddenly, Lani got pushed to the ground along with Kie. They both lifted their heads and groaned making sure both of them were okay.

“Lani, the bag.” Kie whispered and pointed to JJ’s backpack that was right next to the kook. She quickly started rummaging through it as the pogue left to help the boys. Her hand touched a cold metal making her look into the bag, thinking it was the gun but instead it was JJ’s lighter. The same lighter he carried around everywhere. Lani crawled towards the corner of the movie screen and lit the lighter, puting it close to the white cloth. The fire started to spread across the cloth, the movie still playing, as everyone gasped and screamed while they ran away. The kooks saw the flames and let go of the pogue boys quickly making a run for it.

“Pope, you okay?” Kie asked him as she kneeled next to him, helping him sit up. He shook his head and groaned, holding onto his side, feeling his ribs scream at him.

“Why would you do that, Lani?” JJ asked loudly as he stood up, starting to limp towards the kook who stared at the flames in fear while clutching the backpack tightly.

“I was trying to help, they were hurting you. I didn’t know what else to do.” she said nervously as JJ got closer, yanking the backpack off her hands.

“You could’ve gotten hurt, Lani.”

“I’m sorry, I just- I- sorry.” she stuttered as her hands started to shake with anxiety. JJ grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him for a hug. It was quickly interrupted when Kie walked towards them as she helped Pope stand up straight.

“Guys, we have to go before the cops get here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” Lani sniffled, grabbing JJ’s arm. They all quickly made it to Kie’s car and started to make their way home. The boys were dropped off first with strict instruction from Lani on how to treat the pain and bruises. On the way back to their houses, Kie and Lani stayed in silence for a bit, listening to Marley.

“I hope next year’s movie night is better.” The kook said, turning her head to the pogue whose eyes stayed on the road.

“It will. I know it.” Kie chuckled and leaned in to turn up the volume when one of her favorite songs came on.

The next day came around with a bright sun and a warm breeze. The pogues were all working, Lani too, while Fallon slept in since it was her day off. She was going to take the afternoon to look for a midsummer dress for the next day, which was going to take a while. The pogue started getting ready around 4, the same time her friends got out of work but she was still mad at JJ for what happened. Which caused her to not want any interaction with them. Her mom dropped her off and told her to give her a call when she had found THE dress.

At the meantime, the pogues and Lani were hanging out at Heyward’s after their work shifts. They were discussing something stupid JJ had said about the fight that took place the night before while Lani helped stock the paper aisle. None of them noticed, but the police car had just pulled up outside the door, looking for one of the pogues.

“Hey, Pope. Someone here to see you.” Heyward said, breaking the teens' laughter as they all changed their heads towards the door.

“Evening, officer.” Pope nodded at the man respectfully as Shoupe reached behind him, pulling out a piece of paper.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” He said as he walked towards the counter, pulling out the handcuffs.

“What?” Lani shouted, walking out of the aisle to meet Shoupe in the middle.

“Get out of the way young lady. Hands where I can see ‘em.” He slightly shoved the kook to the side and walked towards Pope who was shaking in fear.

“Woah, Shoupe, what’d he do?” JJ asked, getting off the counter the second he saw his best friend being put in handcuffs.

“Look at the warrant.” he answered dryly as he pushed Pope to start walking outside.

“You’re arresting him?” Kie shouted grabbing the warrant in shock as she watched her friend walk out.

“You’re arresting my boy?” Heyward said, finally finding his voice.

“Why are you doing this? Be careful!” Lani yelled when she saw the sheriff push the pogue harshly. She followed Pope and Shoupe close behind, never giving them space.

“Shoupe, are you listening?” JJ shouted in anger as the pogue got closer to the car. Everyone started shouting at Shoupe about the whole thing, not letting him put Pope in the car which gave the blonde some time to stay back and think.

“It wasn’t him!” JJ screamed out of instinct, making everyone shut up and turn to him.

“It was me. He tried to talk me out of it but I was fucking pissed. Cause those kook assholes from Figure Eight beat him up.” He said pointing down the road as he walked towards Pope.

“I can’t let you take the blame for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” The blonde whispered to his best friend who was still in shock from the whole situation.

“JJ? Wh-what are you doing? No..no.” Lani said, walking around Heyward and Kie to stand in front of him. JJ ignored the kook’s sad eyes and stared at Shoupe.

“I’m telling the truth, I swear. Took his oldman’s boat, too.”

“What the hell?” Heyward said, sending the pogue a small death stare. Pope tried to stop him but of course, it didn’t work.

“Shut up, Pope!” Shoupe wanted to confirm what JJ was saying so he asked Pope if it was true, resulting in more shouting towards the blonde. Once the pogue assured JJ “wasn’t lying”, he got released from the cuff.

“JJ, why are you doing this?” Lani asked, pushing her hands onto his chest, trying to look at his eyes but he completely ignored her gaze. Shoupe walked behind JJ and placed the cuffs on him. He pushed the blonde towards the car causing the kook to be on the verge of tears.

On the other side of the island, Fallon was in the store filled with all types of dresses. Some were long and delicate while others were short and puffy. Fallon was never fond of dresses, the only ones she wore were bikini cover ups. She wasn’t fond of bright colors either which meant she was leaning to a darker dress. After what felt like hours, she pulled out a burgundy dress. It was long, with a crossed back, making her eyes sparkle.

As she inspectioned the dress, a car drove in front of the store coming to a stop. The driver lowered the window and stared at the pogue with admiration. He quickly parked the car and walked into the store, looking for her again. After some time, Fallon walked out of the dressing room, sporting the dress. She felt someone staring at her and turned her head to see the boy she least expected.

“Rafe? wh-what are you doing here?” She chuckled, walking towards him.

“I saw you while I was driving through. Just wanted to come see you… Hope that’s not weird.” He said starting to get nervous. Fallon blushed as her smile grew.

“Well, thank you. That’s really sweet. But now that you’re here, what do you think?” she asked as she walked backwards to twirl for him. He chuckled as she twirled.

“It looks… fantastic. It’s very you.”

“It is? Ugh, I’m glad it looks good. I wasn’t gonna handle my mother tomorrow.” They both laughed and Fallon continued to stare at herself as Rafe looked at her.

“Will you go to midsummers with me?” She quickly turned to him with wide eyes while he continued to stare at his shoes.

“Umm, I- well…. I would love to go with you.” Fallon smiled as he lifted his head with a cute grin. Rafe ran his hand through his hair giving her a full look of his bruised knuckles.

“Oh my god.” she gasped quickly grabbing his hand making Rafe hiss in pain.

“What happened?”

“Um, just trying to fix up my bike.” Rafe stuttered not wanting Fallon to know that he got them from beating the shit out of her friends the night before.

“There’s mechanics for that, you know that right?” she chuckled lightly making him chuckle too, in relief.

“Yeah, I've learned my lesson-”

“You two make a great couple.” the seamstress of the store said, interrupting Rafe as she walked out of her sewing room. They both looked at her and smiled, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Yes, please. Let me get changed and we can go.” Rafe nodded as Fallon ran back into the dressing room to change back into her clothes. She quickly paid for the dress and walked out of the store with Rafe next to her.

He couldn’t believe Fallon agreed to go to midsummer with him. Rafe always thought she had a thing for JJ or someone else that wasn’t him. Which caught him by surprise when she said yes to the invitation.

“So you’re walking in with your parents right?” Fallon asked, breaking the silence as she stared at him and back at the road.

“Yeah, I am. I’m sure you’ll be walking in with me?” He nervously drifted his eyes back and forth between Fallon and the road.

“Of course. You’ll wait for me outside right?”

“Yeah, of course.” She smiled widely and turned back to the road to see that she was almost home. Rafe pulled up on Fallon’s driveway bringing the car to a stop.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

“Of course, anytime.” They both stared at each other for a while until Rafe got the courage to start leaning in. Fallon didn’t notice but she started to lean in too. They shared a soft kiss as his hand went to her cheek. The kiss got more intense by the second as she grasped his shirt tightly. Rafe’s tongue swept over Fallon’s bottom lip making her gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity. Their tongues battled for domination as the car turned hot with the heat radiating from their bodies. Fallon pulled away with her forehead against his as she caught her breath.

“Wait for me outside tomorrow.” Rafe nodded and she got out of the car quickly walking to her front door. Fallon waved at him before walking in, feeling dizzy from the special moment. The kook smiled and drove to his house as a certain pogue stared at the car. JJ stood alone on the street, holding flowers, completely shocked at what he had just seen. He wanted to go to Fallon to apologize for what happened but instead he showed up to see the kiss. He took a deep breath and walked around, making his way back home as he threw a dozen roses to the side of the road.

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pars-ley · 3 years

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Bare yourself (part three)

Pairing: CEO Jimin x female reader

Summary: After a serious hack from your office building, fingers start being pointed but in which direction is the right one and where will that leave you and your boss, Jimin?

Genre: CEO au / smut / angst / series / workplace au / strangers to lovers au / boss/employee au

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Phone sex / Masturbation m and f / Police interrogation / Explicit language / CEO Jimin

Word count: 3.5k

Beta: @erotikkook thank you!

Notes: Ok, so this took me a ridiculously long time to finish, life is manic but here's the next chapter. Thank you for being patient. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Miss l/n, we know the hack came from inside the building. All I want to do is find out who's responsible. Which means I need your cooperation." Detective Kim Namjoon peers at you over the frames of his dark glasses.

"And like I've said, you have my full cooperation. I cannot tell you anything more than I already have." You respond leaning forward on the table, desperate for him to believe you.

He slumps back in his seat and sighs. "Miss l/n, we can't keep doing this back and forth routine. I-"

"Sir, I love my job and I love this company," you interrupt. "I also think very highly of my boss, I. Would. Not. Do. This."

"How high?"

You freeze at his sudden change of questioning. "What?"

"How high?" He repeats. "Is something going on between you two?"

You straighten your back, looking at him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rock of a lie settle in your stomach and weigh you down. "Mr. Kim, I am a professional."

He puts both his hands up in surrender. "No offense intended ma'am. It's just that some of your other coworkers seem quite smitten with him."

You almost roll your eyes, knowing you were probably just as dreamy eyed as your co-workers but too proud to admit it.

"Oh, and they did mention the two of you cosying up at a recent work party."

You resist the urge to swallow as your heart pounds violently inside you, panic squeezing your pumping organ in a vice grip. You thought no one had noticed your exchange or your absence when you both left.

"We were talking, yes. He offered me a promotion and wanted to discuss it."

He looks impressed. "Wow, what a good opportunity, he must trust you a lot."

"He did."

"Until this?" He scrubs a hand over his smooth face and you nod.

"Um-hm. What would you say you could hack into?"

You frown, not understanding the question. "Sorry?"

"Could you hack just about anything?"

Thinking about it you shrug, "Most things I'd say."

"Even something as impenetrable as this program?"

You laugh. "Sir, I designed the security portion of this program, I wouldn't need to hack into it." You lean forward again. "Let me explain something to you, if I were to do something like this, I would have been in and out without anyone knowing. I would know how to cover my tracks without being detected."

You pause rubbing your temples, "If you ask me, this was done by someone with a limited knowledge of hacking and computers. Either that or this person is trying to frame someone in the company. They're your two options."

He smiles at you, two dimples forming an endearing crevice in his cheeks.

"They told me you were smart."

You rub your face ignoring his remark. "I have been here for hours. Am I free to go or are you going to charge me with something?"

"Just one more question. What were you doing last night?"

Your heart stutters before pounding guiltily against your ribcage, with every beat you're almost sure you can hear Jimin's name. Ji-min. Ji-min.

Folding your hands in your lap to disguise you pinching your wrist under the table, trying to do anything to keep your hectic mind calm as you know you have to lie.

"I was at home."

"Alone?"

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach churn, as if he can see right through you and your lies, as if he can see everything that transpired last night flashing behind your eyes.

"Yes." Your voice comes out raspy, a sudden dry patch in your throat makes you swallow involuntarily.

"Run me through your evening." He sinks lower into his seat, you're almost waiting for him to pull out a footstool and put his feet up.

"We set up the project, waited for it to go live-"

"Who's we?"

"My team, myself and Mr. Park."

He nods and gestures a hand for you to continue.

"Once it was live, we monitored it for a few hours, checked everything was in working order and most of my team went home for the night. It was pretty late by then."

He jots your account down on his laptop, the keys clicking furiously as you speak.

"What time is 'late'?"

"Around 10ish."

He raises his brows. "Is that a typical work day for you?"

You shake your head. "No, it was only because we wanted to make sure everything went ok with the go live, a few tweaks and adjustments had to be made, nothing major."

He nods, eyes focused on his screen. "Is that usual at the end of a project, tweaks and adjustments?"

You shrug. "Sometimes yes, on big projects, sometimes you can't see certain errors until a go live."

"Ok, so it's 10 o'clock and your team have gone home, leaving you and Mr. Park. What happened next?"

You massage your temples. "We spoke in his office."

"About what?"

Your hand slams down on the table, an action you didn't intend. "Is that relevant?"

He looks up startled, then smiles. "Why? Have I touched a nerve?"

You resist the urge to lean across the table and pound your fist into his smug face and instead lean back in your seat with your arms folded, an attempt at shielding yourself. "We spoke about the project and the result. It seemed to be successful, at the time, so we had a celebratory night cap."

He shoves his laptop aside, leaning forward on his elbows, ears pricked and ready. "Let me get this straight. You and the - forgive me - handsome Mr. Park are alone in the building, in his office and having a night cap, late at night?"

"Yes." You reply bluntly, the arrogance of him, so sure he'll find your lie, flaming your veins with rage.

"Does Mr. Park regularly have his colleagues in his office for a night cap?"

"I wouldn't know sir, I'm not his secretary."

"Even if you were, she'd have gone home hours ago, according to you." He pauses watching you, his eyes so intense they feel smothering-suffocating.

His stare eases, releasing you from its hold. "Ok continue, what happened after your night cap?" He relaxes and goes back to typing.

You breathe a sigh of relief, air feeling light and free again.

"We talked, I finished my drink, then I went home."

"How did you get home?"

You pause. If you lie, they're bound to see the footage of you and Jimin leaving the building together, with you getting into his car.

"Miss l/n? How did you get home?"

Here he goes looking expectantly over the rim of his glasses again.

"Mr. Park gave me a ride home."

And there was that infuriating smirk again. "Is that so? Was his driver there or did Mr. Park do the driving?"

You feel the heat on the back of your neck as you're reminded of how Jimin's hands felt on your skin, hot and eager in the back of the car. "His driver took me."

"With Mr. Park."

You nod slowly.

"And I suppose he just said goodnight and off you went?"

"You're correct, sir."

"And Mr. Park will vouch for this story of yours?" He taps his bottom lip with the pen he just pulled out of his pocket.

You nod. "He will because it's the truth." You're both praying and hoping you'd have a chance to speak to Jimin before he got interviewed...if he hasn't been already. God, if they found out you were lying about this, it would make you look so guilty.

"Uh-huh. One other thing…"

Fighting the frustrated growl boiling up inside you, you give him a false smile.

"Do you have any idea why someone would want to hack this software?"

You mull it over briefly, "I would imagine, seeing as it's a security breach for information, that it's to steal. Most of our clients are..." you struggle to find the appropriate wording.

"Rich." He intejects.

You nod agreeing.

"Ummm." He adds watching you, before sitting up and closing his laptop abruptly. "Ok, miss l/n, you're free to go. But we'll be in touch, I assure you."

He stands up and you quickly follow him out of the room. When he shows you the direction the exit is in he turns to face you and holds out a hand.

"It's been a pleasure, miss l/n, I know you probably won't be able to say the same, nevertheless." He shakes your hand with a half smile causing the dimple to return, somehow completely softening his face.

You nod and leave as quickly as your tired body will let you.

The cool, night air hitting your face immediately calms your panicked mind. You need to speak to Jimin but it might not be safe to do so.

"Are you ok, y/n?" A deep voice sounds from beside you, silencing all your other chaotic thoughts.

You spin and see Taehyung leaning casually against the pillar of the building smoking.

You relax at the sight of a familiar face. Jimin's personal assistant has always been friendly and kind towards you. You weren't sure but rumours in your company suggested that the two of them were even brothers, although you doubted it as they didn't resemble each other in the slightest.

"Yeah, glad to be out of there though." You reply, massaging the back of your neck.

"I bet, you've been in there a long time. I saw you leave to go to the station with them hours ago."

You nod. "It's been a long and very trying day. Are you waiting to be interviewed?"

He nods, taking a long drag, you watch as the end illuminates orange.

"Well, I hope they don't keep you in there too long."

"They shouldn't. I've been away, only got back last night. Don't see how much use I can be to them."

He flicks his cigarette into the road and closes the distance between you.

"Listen, if there's anything you need or if you just want to talk or rant, anything. Don't hesitate to give me a call." He hands you his card. "This is a tough situation for everyone, we all need someone every now and then."

His bright, boxy grin has your mouth upturning before you know it. You thank him and hail and cab. Glancing at him, you see him watching you as the car drives away, unsure as to whether he's flirting or you're reading too much into it and he's being his usual cheerful self.

You shrug it off. All you can think of is getting home, running a nice, hot bath and forgetting this day ever happened.

*****

Back to reality as you sit with your silk robe wrapped around you, your laptop positioned neatly on your thighs, going through every possible way someone could have hacked into this, looking for how they got in.

But nothing made sense, this was definitely not a hack done by someone with limited knowledge as you originally thought.

There was no trace of anything left behind, no mark that anyone had even been in. Which only means, the hack had to be someone with inside knowledge of the project already, it definitely wasn't an outside hacker.

A more alarming finding was discovering the computer used for the hack was actually yours.

But why make it so obvious where the hack took place and which computer...unless...someone is trying to frame you. This wasn't something you had realistically considered.

If you were honest, no one was even jumping out at you as a suspect. You trusted everyone in your team and everyone who helped on this project.

You sigh, massaging your temples as you try to clear your mind.

A harsh knock on the door makes you jump and you glance at your phone.

02.31.

Who on earth would be knocking at this hour?

You head over, opening the door slightly with the chain still pulled tight across, to see a man; hat pulled down covering his eyes, standing there handing you a small, brown package through the gap.

"It's from Jimin." He says quietly. You watch his mouth - the only part of his face you can see - stretch into a gummy smile, before turning and exiting the building.

Bewildered, you close the door and rip open the box. Staring at its contents and searching for some kind of note explaining what on earth this is for.

A phone.

What are you supposed to do with it?

You take it out, examining it and noticing the mistletoe background. Just like the mistletoe you first kissed Jimin under.

You jump out of your skin, fear firing an ice bolt right through you as it lights up and starts ringing.

Hesitantly, you answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Jimin's breathy voice sounds in your ear and sends a scattering of goosebumps across your skin. "I'm sorry for the cloak and dagger but I'm unsure if I'm being watched."

"By the police?" You ask, worried at the urgency in his voice.

"Not just them. Listen," he starts before you can interject. "I want you to know that no matter how it seems or what I say in front of other people, I do believe that you had nothing to do with this hack."

The relief that floods you has your shoulders relaxing instantly, not even aware they were tense. "I am glad to hear you say that, thank you."

"I also want to apologise, I did not mean for your involvement with me to put you at risk of any trouble."

You frown, trying to make sense of his words. "I really don't see how the two are connected."

He sighs and the urge you have to comfort him, to wrap your arms around him until his stress is eased, almost has you putting on your shoes and coat. "It doesn't matter. Things are complicated with me and it wasn't fair for me to drag you into that."

"Hey, hey," you sit down on the edge of your bed. "You didn't drag me anywhere. I'm a big girl Jimin, I can make my own decisions, last night being one of them and I definitely do not have any regrets about that."

You're met with silence as you find yourself fiddling with the bedsheets, reminiscing his touch.

"I most definitely do not regret it either." He finally says. You think you can hear a slight smile in his voice. "That was a moment I had wanted for longer than I care to admit."

His unexpected confession causes a furious blush to creep up your chest.

"I wish I could see you." The desperation in his voice makes you hot underneath your robe.

"Why don't you come over?" You ask, hesitantly biting your lower lip.

"I wish I could, lord knows I do, but I can't risk it, for your sake."

You collapse back on the bed in frustration, his scent jumps up and captures you, pulling your mind into filthy places. "My bed sheets still smell like you." You say the words before thinking them through.

"Do they?" His voice is suddenly husky and full of want. "And what is going through that impressive mind of yours?"

"You are. Your touch, your taste, how I wish to feel your perfect lips on me again." Your hand makes its way down to open your robe, cool air hitting your skin and puckering your nipples.

"Hmm-mm, and what are you doing while you're thinking about me?" He asks.

"What do you want me to do, Jimin?" You accentuate his name, knowing how much he loves it when you say it.

"Touch yourself." He whispers.

You waste no time in obeying, as your fingers travel quickly down to your throbbing clitorous. The feel of your fingertips massaging your sweet bud makes you moan.

"Oh god, this makes me want to see you even more." He groans.

You use the phone to snap a quick photo of your actions and send it to the number you're on the line too. "Incoming message, sir." You say teasingly.

"Oh, fuck," he says in the distance and instantly followed by the sound of his trouser zipper being undone. "You make me crazy." His voice is right back at your ear.

"Jimin, I wish it was my mouth around your rock hard cock."

"Me too, angel. God, what I wouldn't give to feel you around me. Tell me, what would you want me to do to you?" He grunts, the sound of him pleasuring himself causes a gush of arousal to spill from your eager hole and you spread it over yourself.

"I'd want your mouth on me...everywhere, tasting just how wet I am for you." You pant.

"Just for me?"

"Yes, all for you." You lightly trace circles over your swollen sweet spot, toes curling when he breathes your name down the phone.

"I want to be inside you, again."

"Anytime, anywhere, just tell me." You whisper, that undeniable build up already at peak point. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it angel, cum with me."

You unravel, back arching off the bed and burying your face into the sheets, relishing his scent. You hear him orgasm, repeating your name continuously. It makes you smile inside and it makes you feel powerful knowing how much he wants you.

"I have to say," he says, after you both get your breath back. "That was not the reason for me sending the phone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "What was the reason?"

He sighs again. "Mostly, to apologise and to have a way to speak to you that I know is safe. We have to be careful, now."

"Why, what are you so worried about?"

A long pause. "I can't," you can almost hear his inner turmoil, the fight with himself. "I'm just trying to protect you. You don't need to be involved."

You're about to argue but something inside you stills. If you push someone like Jimin too much, he'll only clam up further, he'll open up when he's ready...you hope.

"Keep this phone on, ok?" He pleads.

"More late night phone sex?" You tease, chewing your lip.

"I wouldn't say no," he laughs. "I do, however, just want to be able to talk to you, if that's ok?"

You nod and realise he can't see that. "Of course, anytime."

"I wouldn't say that, you'll never get me off the phone."

You feel yourself smiling like a cheshire cat, feeling like a lovesick school girl again. What has this man reduced you to?

"Goodnight y/n. Sleep well, angel." He hangs up the phone, leaving your heart stuttering and your stomach flipping with excitement. The prospect of something new on the horizon, even with all the current problems you're facing, something still seeming positive might come out of this. All you can do is hope.

******

Getting ready for work the next morning you felt conflicted, part of you was on cloud nine, drifting blissfully along on nothing but hope and dreams. The other part was dreading the work day and what it could bring, plus you still had your own discreet investigating to do.

A harsh, yet cheerful rap on your door, startled you.

Rushing to the door to see who it is, a small part clinging onto a chance it could be Jimin, only to be disappointed when you open the door and find detective Kim Namjoon staring back at you.

"Ah Miss l/n, I'm so glad I caught you before work, could I come in?" The same smug smile stretching his full lips as he leans casually against your door frame, his laptop hooked under his arm.

"Really? Right now, I'll be late for work." You reply, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"That's ok, I've already informed your boss of your late arrival." He assures you cockily. "So, can I …?"

You grit your teeth and step out of the way, gesturing for him to enter.

You watch as he studies every inch of your living area, peering into your bedroom.

"What is it I can help you with, detective?"

He turns to you, "Ah, yes of course."

Setting his laptop down on your dining room table, hitting a few keys and spinning it round towards you. "You might want to sit down for this." He says, as he hits the play button.

You ignore him and watch.

Video footage of your office building, of you walking to your office partition specifically. You watch yourself sit in the empty building, at your computer and leave again. You look up at the detective, confusion marring your brow and he simply taps the screen where the date and time stamp are.

You follow it, and re-read it at least three times, eyes open wider than ever, as if that'll somehow help you see different numbers.

The frown creases deeper into your forehead as your brain catches up with the fact that the video shows you, alone in the building, at the exact time and date of the hack.

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Wedding Shenanigans

A/N : Not me using my cousin's wedding as a plot for my fic. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while really didn’t have the nerve to post it. I’m still nervous tbh. Please don’t hate me if it’s bad my over dramatic ass just went a little overboard.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Indian! Reader

Summary : you are back home for your best friend’s wedding and Tom decides to accompany you.

Warnings : just over dramatic crap, sexual innuendos

Mini Playlist : Aa toh sahi, First kiss

(Note- As our country has a vast diversity of languages the italicized dialogues represents whatever native language you speak. I didn’t want to emphasize on a particular language.)

"You sure you wanna tag along?" you try to confirm with him again.

"Yeah I have never attended an Indian wedding before. Moreover I should have an experience you know for future just like Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra our grand wedding" he chirped.

"We will be staying at my parent’s house so no room sharing with me"

"What? Not again! But why can't I share a room? I mean your parents do know that we live together"

"Yeah but that's India honey, no sleeping together before marriage"

"I have to sleep all alone at night without you that's not fair" He whined.

"You can share a room with my dad then" you suggested.

"What? No not your dad" he gave a mortified look.

"Why what’s wrong?'' you let out an airy laugh.

"I’m really scared of him" you chuckled at his confession

"What? Don’t laugh at me, he really intimidates me"

"Well he is the only person who will decide to give my hand to you or not, so man up baby"

"And it's just for one night then we will go to the resort where the wedding will take place. And there hopefully we can share a room or you can share a room with Rahul or the other guys. I'll talk to them about it.

"Not that chump!" he immediately protested.

"What is with you and him?" you chuckle.

"When the person is a potential candidate to steal your girl you have to be a little defensive"

"God how many times do I need to tell you that we never had anything between us, he’s just my childhood friend."

"You may not have but I have noticed the last time we went to visit your parents he is always trying to woo you and moreover you parents like him too" he grumbled.

"Aww someone is jealous"

"I’m spiderman. Why would I be jealous? He says defensively, you smirk.

"Ok spiderman pack your things quickly"

You flew back to India the next day, you stayed the night at your parents house before leaving for the resort to attend your best friend’s wedding.

''Y/N!!" Your best friend squealed in excitement as she eagerly hugged you.

"Missed you so much.

"Me too babe. Can’t believe you’re getting married. When did we grow so big?" you pout.

"Hey Y/N"

"Hi Rahul. Missed you so much bro" you hugged him.

"Hey darling let's go to our room shall we? You must be tired" Tom eavesdropped in your conversation.

''Yeah I'm a little"

"Hey man how are you?" Rahul asked.

"I’m good, mate. Will talk to you later."

"Yeah sure, go take some rest" Tom literally dragged you away from him.

"What was that?" you frowned.

"Nothing" He said. You chuckled, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s possessive attitude.

After settling down in your room you went to freshen up. You stepped out of the bathroom drying your with a towel as you informed Tom.

"Okay so tomorrow is haldi"

"What’s that?"

"Well it's a ritual where we apply turmeric paste to both bride and groom, it is said turmeric improves your skin tone. I know it sounds stupid but age old custom so can’t be changed" you continued.

"So don’t wear something expensive as the turmeric stain will be hard to remove. You will be with the guys I have told Rahul everything so you will not have any problem'' he rolls his eyes.

"And please don't end up killing him''

The next morning after the puja was completed your best friend was made to sit on a seat decorated with flowers. As all the married women applied turmeric to her blessing her for a happy married life. Then came all of your turn. And you guys didn't leave a spot, painting her completely yellow.

"Y/N come here let me apply some turmeric so that next will be your turn" a woman offered.

"No thanks I'm fine" you dodged her somehow.

You went back to your room to change, Tom returned as well.

"You guys played quite a holi I see" you comment seeing his face and kurta painted yellow.

"Yeah but why didn’t you put that?

"I'll only apply only when it has been touched by my husband on my wedding day"

"Well I can help you with that" he backed you up against the wall caging you and slowly leaned down. You felt butterflies in your stomach as his face inched closer to yours, you thought he was going for a kiss as you parted your lips instead he tilted to the side brushing his cheek to yours and he did the same thing with your other cheek.

"There you go" he maneuvered you to face the mirror and you saw turmeric paste on your cheeks.

"Tom! Seriously? I thought-" you huff

"What did you think darling?" He whispers with a sultry voice.

"Nothing!"

"Someone is horny" He chuckles.

"Shut up you dickhead!" you snapped.

"But weren't you thinking about my dick in the first place?" He teases to annoy you even more.

"Ugh!! you know what Rahul is much better than you!" saying so you ran inside the bathroom shutting the door.

"What? What did you say?" he heard your giggles from inside.

Later in the day you were in the community hall of the resort with your friends discussing your dance performances.

"Guys we can’t let the groom’s side win do you get that?" you state.

"Chill Y/N we are gonna set the stage on fire"

"So what songs are we gonna perform? And please no bole chudiyan" you quip.

"Dilli wali girlfriend?" one of them suggested.

"Yeah that will definitely be kept for the end other than that?"

"Cutipie?"

"Nah"

"Deedar de? Odhani? Sawan mein lag gayi aag?" Everyone suggested in a chorus, someone even suggested ooh la la.” you facepalmed at the chaos.

"Guys are you planning to seduce those pot bellied bald uncles and middle aged judgemental aunties over there?" everyone went silent as you continued

"No right? So please something sober and fun. These songs can be played in the after party when the main event is over"

"Morni banke?" someone suggested.

"See now you’re getting it" After a lot of discussion finally you all agreed on some songs and started to choreograph the dance steps. Your eyes went to your boyfriend whom you had completely forgotten in the middle of this.

"You’re getting bored right? I’m so sorry babe this why I said you should pass this one out"

"Hey no I’m fine plus I kind of figured out a little of your conversation, you are talking of some kind of dance competition"

"Wow you are improving I’m so proud of you. And yes you’re right tomorrow we have sangeet at night and it’s a dance off bride vs groom and we are gonna smash them"

"Oh you will, darling. How much of an aggressive competitor you’re no one knows better than me" He chuckles.

"Hey! I’m not aggressive" you protest.

"Do I need to remind you of the one time you were literally about to throw the controller at the tv screen after you lost a match of fortnite?"

"Okay in my defense you cheated" you narrowed your eyes.

"No I didn't," He says haughtily.

"Yes you did, you distracted me-" you argue back.

"What did I do baby?" His voice was low as you remembered about the distraction he caused.

"Uh never mind" you stutter all flustered.

"Hey Y/N c’mon let’s practise" Rahul called you.

"What’s he gonna do?" Tom frowned.

"He’s my dance partner, I would have asked you but you don’t understand the lyrics well so"

"Yeah yeah I get it, now go" He said rolling his eyes.

You began to practice the dance for the sangeet it went on for sometime. But later everyone got bored to dancing to the same song so random songs were played

Sun baby deadly hai teri walk ni

Tere thumke bhi karte hai talk ni

Ho dil kare dekhi jaun teri ore

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu ik vaari aa toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Tu ik vari aa to sahi

You started to move your hips sensually as Rahul joined you too. His hands went to wrap around your waist which made Tom uncomfortable as his face tensed up. You were laughing and giggling unaware of Tom watching you with a pointed look as you both were getting too close to his liking. You looked over your shoulder to find a very displeased Tom. An idea crossed your mind as you waltzed your way to him.

Kab mummy daddy mere tu patayega

Leke band baja ghar mere aayegaKab tak mujhe aise hi ghumayega

Tu baat badha to sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu ik vaari aa toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Tu ik vari aa to sahi

Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the center your friends hooted and whistled. You began to dance around him and nudge his shoulder playfully before lacing your hands around his neck pulling him closer to you. You turn around your back pressed against his broad chest as you take his hands and place them around your waist and continue to sway against each other.

............

Next day your best friend was sitting in the courtyard surrounded by all the ladies. The mehendi artist drew beautiful and intricate patterns on her hand with the henna.

You and your girl gang got ready to perform for the occasion as the song ‘mehndi hai rachne wali’ started to play in the background. You all danced to the song gracefully. After the performance you all also got your mehendi done.

"Tom! Tom! Where is my food?!" You yell sitting on your bed with wet henna on your hands.

"Wait a minute my hungry devil" Tom comes with your plate of food.

"Seriously you just can’t wait for a few minutes" He huffs sitting next to you.

"I’m so lucky to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend" you gush.

"Yeah yeah, now open your mouth" You do as he says. He brings the spoon near your mouth to pull it away immediately and eat the food himself.

"Tom!" You protest, he stifles a laugh. This is a nice punishment for you now cannot work your hands.

"Yeah very funny, don’t talk to me" You turn your face away from him annoyed.

"Hey I’m sorry, here take" He holds the spoon in front of you as you open your mouth to eat but that little fucker does it again going into a fit of laughter.

"You!!" You lift your hands to hit him.

"Ah, ah love don’t think of it or your artwork will only get ruined" He chuckles as you huff in defeat.

"Okay now c’mon, this time no pranks I promise" You frowned at him still dubious but this time he finally fed you.

"You know they write the name or initial of your husband in this. I made the lady write your initial, think you can find it?" you looked at him with a playful expression.

"Is that a challenge, love?"

"Well maybe" you shrug.

"Then I fucking accept it!" He gets on to search through the intricate patterns drawn on your hand but soon he realized it was hard than he thought as he frowned.

"Don’t worry baby you have the whole day, you’ll find it eventually I suppose" You snicker.

Later in the evening the sangeet ceremony took place and as expected you guys won the dance off. After all the elders and children were done having their dinner and retreated to their rooms, the younger lot of you as decided earlier had your own kind of mini bachelor’s party with everyone ending up drunk. The boys were dancing on to some peppy bollywood item number, later you and your girlfriends took the stage as the music continued to play.

Ae Yo, Ae Yo

Seene Se Laga Ke Baahon Mein

Mujhe Le Lo

Jaldi Hai Kaisi

I Like It Nice And Slow

Your body swayed sensually as the guys hollered and cheered you girls with a few whistles.

Meri Heart Beat Fast

Aur Sab Lage Mujhe Slo-mo

Mujhe Slow-mo

I Want You Right Now

I Need You Right Now Come

You stretched your hand pointing your finger directly to your boyfriend motioning him to get up and come to you. He obliged with a smirk plastered on his face and strided towards you.

Hassa Hassa Ke Gaya Fasa

Tu Toh Dil Mera

Nasha Nasha Tera Chadha Nasha

Jab Dekha Chehra Tera

Meri Life Mein Yun Kar Gaya Kyun

Har Din Love Wala Season Tu

What You Gonna Do?

Jo Main Keh Du

Meri Heart Beat Ka Reason Tu

His hands rested on your hips as he knelt down to ear and whispered

"You really do like it nice and slow don’t you love?" you elbowed him playfully.

‘‘Fuck off!!’’

‘‘Ow!’’ He groaned chuckling.

…….

It was your bestie's big day as you were getting ready for it putting on your saree.

"Tom can you help me with the pleats of my saree please"

"Sure darling" He squats down to gather the silky material of your saree, you smoothen the pleats as he holds them in place.

"Thanks hun" You tuck in the pleats inside your underskirt securing them with a pin.

"Anytime sweetheart" He stands up on his feet smiling.

You went on to do your makeup and were busy putting on your jhumkas when Tom’s eyes went to your reflection in the mirror. And boy he was mesmerised, you looked unearthly. He slowly walked to you resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, the sweet scent of the jasmine flowers pinned to your hair intoxicating his senses.

"You look so gorgeous, darling."

"Well thank you, love. You look no less handsome either" And it was so true he actually looked like a snack in that designer kurta. You turned to face him gazing into his soft brown eyes. There was a certain kind of flicker in his eyes which you knew all too well though you were tempted to give in but attending your best friend’s wedding was also important so you brought your hands in front of his face and shook your bangles the jingling sound broke him out of his trance as he shook his head, blinking his eyes owlishly.

"Now who’s horny huh?" You teased.

"Shut up!" His face turned red all flustered.

"Aww it’s ok baby boy" You tease him even more.

"You’re so in for it later, Y/N" He warns playfully.

"Will see" You winked mischievously "Now c’mon let’s go" you walked out hand in hand towards the dias where the wedding nuptials were to be performed but had to stop on your tracks when you saw a group of aunties coming your way.

"Oh no! Aunties incoming just smile and greet them" You direct Tom warily.

"Do I need to touch their feet?" He asks nervously as you frown.

"No! That’s too much respect they deserve"

"Y/N how are you?" One of them asked. "You’ve grown so big! You remember me right?" Another lady badgered you with more questions.

"I’m fine, how are you all?" You gave a broad smile as you yourself were confused who the hell they are.

"Everything is going fine for us. So happy Y/F/N is finally going to happily settle in her life, so when is your turn huh?" You gave a tight lipped smile having no clue what to answer.

"You know my sister’s son is in the government sector, a really nice boy and earns a very handsome salary you know if you want-" you cut her off immediately.

"Umm aunty, meet my boyfriend Tom"

"Hello'' Tom greets them timidly.

"Oh hello-’’ she looked at him with a judgy face okay you kids enjoy then, let me see if anything is needed there or not"

"Yeah sure"

"What was she saying?" Tom asked curiously.

"Nothing just trying to set me up with one of her relative’s weird nerdy son"

"What the-!!"

"Relax she got her answer which is a clear no. Now let’s go and see the wedding" You went near the dais and observed all the rituals take place one by one. It was the time for walking around the fire for seven times as your best friend and her husband stood up and started revolving around the fire while you showered flowers on them along with everyone.

"Why are they circling around the fire?"

"It’s quite similar to exchanging vows you see, the bride and groom promise each other to be together for seven lifetimes with the sacred fire as witness" you explained, Tom nods his head in understanding when something went through his mind.

"Y/N let’s get married" Tom says out of nowhere taking you by surprise.

"What?" You chuckle lightly.

"I'm serious Y/N, let's just get married like right now. I mean everything is set, you are dressed no less than a bride and I’m looking handsome as hell and we have a priest right there"

"Ok Tom, I totally get what you’re saying. But honey, I don’t see a ring" you showed him your empty ring finger scrunching your face.

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Tagging some desi peeps I know here

@peaches-parker @parkerpeterparker2004 @lokibuckylove6 @calltothewild

@mischiefmanaged011 @parker--peter @starlight-starks

sorry if I bothered you.

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pufflocks · 3 years

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Summary: You and Aran go to a smoke circle with some friends in matching outfits. During the 13th pass or so, someone brings up the mention of kinks.

Warnings: NSFW • drugs mentioned { Weed } • proof read

Cast: Top!M!Reader x Bottom!Aran

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"You trying to hit up the twins for a circle tonight ?" You ask. Scrolling through your feed, you see Atsumu and Osamu post a tag list of people on their shared account. They had been the ones who sold you and Aran's weed in highschool.

You chuckle at those memories until you a see Aran appear in your peripheral vision. With a slight grunt he sits next to you with some chinese food in his hands. Body leaning into yours as he scoots his well built form close to yours while slipping your phone out of your hands. Reading the invite in the post directed to the people tagged, he says, "Can we match with the clothes you bought last month ?" He says. Stuffing his face with a spoonful of rice.

You nod. Chuckling slightly at the thought of you and him matching during a smoke session, with friends you might add. He caught on to your entertained noises as he cocked and eyebrow. Swallowing down his food, he looked at you. "What ? Embarrassed to go out matching ?" He asked.

Rolling your eyes you lightly push him, in move of getting up. Stretching your limbs before you started to head to the kitchen.

"Where you goin' ?" Aran hollers from the living room, homebody boyfriend. You say you were going to go get your chinese, since he already ate his. He probably thought you weren't going to eat your food so he could, greedy for your food. Not this time, can never smoke on an empty stomach.

You zipped up your jeans. "Ow-! Fuck !" You look behind you to see that your boyfriend was tearing out the tag from the hoodie the both of you were wearing. Your hand moved to your neck on where he gripped to take the tag off. "You need to stop surprising me, I swear to god." You mumble. You hear a light chuckle as he throws it away before coming back to kick the side of your neck.

"Sorry, sorry. You would have forgotten it and or stuffed it in your hood," He says. Your phone started to buzz on your bedroom bed. Aran grabbed it because you were busy touching up your clothes in the mirror. "Hello," He answers. A gruff hum was heard on the other side of the phone as Aran's face scrunched up in question. "Hellleer-"

"Aran ? Why you got Y/N phone ?" Osamu says across the line.

Aran laughed a bit as he says, "That's because he fixing his clothes in the mirror. Did you guys start already or sum' ?" Static and slight car noises could be heard a bit until he spoke again.

"Um- Dang. Well, we going over to Kiyoko's house because she said she wanted to roll this time." A hum of acknowledgment was given. You finished up picking leftover lint and whatnot from your outfit. Aran gave phone back to you as he went to go brush his teeth. You eyed him a bit before a short 'hello' got your attention.

"Hey 'Samu, what's up," You say. Not even getting an answer had hung up on you. "Wow, okay."

Aran spat out his toothpaste before turning back at you from the bathroom. "He said we are going to Kiyoko's house this time," Rinsing his mouth out and cleaning up the sink dutifully. "They suck at rolling is what they said." You nod at his words as he come your direction. Checking your phone you see it's 1:45.

You hum a small tune as your hands make way to your boyfriends waist. "You trying to be good for me today," Rocking back in forth in the middle of your guys' room, he nods as his head rests on your chest. "You get frustrated when high so if anything happens we can leave. Even though we've been 'round these people for a long time." You say.

He giggles a bit and breaks from your grasp. "Yeah, and you aren't any better than me. If you get like how we are in private, I'm going to personally choke you," He says. "Come on so we can get there early. Her house is far." You laugh following him to the car outside.

This day will get messy either or.

"Look, it's gay and gayer ! What's good ?" Tanaka greeted you and Aran. He meant no harm, but you people in the room cringed at his welcoming to the both of you.

Tanaka looked down and he saw your matching outfits. "Oh okay," he started hyping the both of you up, making and "Ouuu" noise. "I need me a girl or sum to match with." He pouted. Aran laughed in his face before Atsumu came over for a hello.

The smell of multiple alcohols and body fragrance was enough for you to realize it was gonna be a chill smoke sesh.

"So why yall matching like two twins at a birthday party ?" Kiyoko snickered lightly. Drinking her sure enough expensive wine in a cup. She hated wasting dishes for events like these.

Aran looked up from his phone to check if she was talking to you or him. "What," Kiyoko shook her head, taking another gulp of her velvet liquid. She fiddled with her tongue piercing before eyeing the actual twins in the room as she got up. "Don't fuck up my house. My parents get home literally tomorrow. Goodnight everyone." And with that she retired to her room.

Apparently this was cue for the twins to take initiative. Osamu brung out the speaker from his back pack as he turned on some music. Obviously nothing too loud, or everybody was going to sleep.

"You already know she don't like music playing. If you gonna play some, might aswell turn it down." Aran says. He was right. You chuckled. Snatching Osamus phone out of his hand.

"Hey, I was about to play something." You rolled your eyes. He had a bad thing with never actually picking a song. Osamu would play a dead or unwitting song just so he can say he did in fact play a song. Meanwhile he is watching some big booty hoe on live. Many occasions the audio switched to whatever porn his screen was on.

"I don't want shit to seem like a whore house Samu. Realize we in a different setting." You scoffed at him as he visibly ignored you.

Atsumu got up heading to the kitchen. You picked a decent song by a familiar artist to the room { Preferably SkiMask The Slump God }. Your body took after it's own conscience by your hand smoothing over Arans natural waves. He hums in appreciation to the contact as his own body ushers closer to you.

So touch starved he seemed to be in public spaces. A smile crept on your face. Tanaka sulked with his red cup in hand at the sight of the only official couple in the room.

You could say that Noya was in it with Yachi, but that man fucks with everyone. Last "official couple" was you and Aran, and it will probably stay that way until college graduation or even later than that.

You and Aran were close before college, but one day you just had to not act like what you two were doing was not gay. Going on casual walks like two girl bestfriends in a mall hand in hand like lovers. He thought it was skin-ship, which it was but you honestly piked how he idly leaned closer to your side to avoid the street.

All beside the flashbacks, you set Osamu's phone down and raised your voice. The twins always brung the appliances for the specific occasion in one of their backpacks.

"Hey, A-ron can you get that bagback ?" You said. Aran immediately shot you a face. He didn't liked being called that so he didn't move. Continuing to do what he was doing on his phone.

You groaned. "I can't get it," you tried reaching for the bag on the other side of him. "See ?"

"Yes you can." Aran scoffed.

You groaned boisterously until he finally grabbed the back pack and handed to you. "It's not called bag pack by the way." He said. You hummed as you took out the paper and weed. Holding it between you and Aran.

"So, who's rolling ?"

After Aran rolled, everyone including yourself, sat in somewhat of a circle. By circle I mean some people sat on some pillows and or closer to walls. Chips and any other snacks like skittles were laying throughout the living space. You would remember to clean up along with Tanaka since he brought majority of it.

"Have you guys been into anything freaky ?" Kyotani asked the room. A few necks craned his way as he continued to pick at the black polish on his thumb.

"No. If I did I would probably go to jail because I would tie'er up too tie, and they'll think I was trying murder her." Tanaka said.

Aran put his hand up in Tanakas direction. A signal for him not to finish nor entertain the thought anymore. "You are right however I don't believe you ever fucked anyone before,"

You chuckled. Tanaka shrugged laughing anyway. Osamu perked up afterwards saying he was intrigued by a few, but most didn't feel right with him. A mello and vanilla guy. You secretly hoped he found someone to match him perfectly.

"Let's ask the only two who have actually had sex then !" Tanaka shouted. Kiyoko banged on the walls from her bedroom, warning him to pipe down.

You and Aran are the only ones who have had intercourse and have been in a relationship. Aran shrugged. "It's that ugly ass cut on top of ya head, G." He said. Taking an inhale of the blunt before holding it up to you. He was a bit "loose" now and when he was, he was literally in a different world, and clingly while at it.

You did the same before passing it on to Tanaka in the midst of him physically blowing steam out of his ears before taking the hit.

"Shut up, 'Naka. You too loud. And Aran is right by the way." Atsumu says. Eating a bag of hot fries as he manages the music which was now playing Ocean Frank.

"Anyways," You chuckled. Looking down in your lap was Aran. Eyes lidded as he was playing with one of the strings on his hoodie. You thought he was cute as you backed his head in your chest, as he was laying on his back, legs sprawled in front of him.

"Aran looks faded as hell." Atsumu laughed. You nodded slowly since you were a bit faded aswell. Aran groaned as he got up from his original spot to curl himself in your lap. No reaction was given from the group since everyone didn't really care.

"'M fucking horny." He mumbled. You jolted a bit, but kept cool. Instead you patted his back and rubbing it with a rythym as he hummed. It was unoriginal or anything, but the way he said nearly brung you out of your high.

{ hours went by and eventually you guys got kicked out sooner or later. Kiyoko found half the group dead asleep or still barely snacking on leftovers over candy. You and Aran were probably the main reason though since you both just ended up kissing on her mom's couch.

"Just get fuck out." She calmly said after kicking the others bodies around the room. Opening windows to un-hotbox the room.

"Take care of him by the way. Bye Y/N." She said before shutting her house door in front of your face.

It was 11 AM so you just called an uber and layed Aran down in bed before going to sleep yourself. }

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thebeeduo · 3 years

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youtube

Ranboo: That's fine. That was on the ground by the way

Tubbo: I copped (the merch)

Ranboo: Wow, look at this. That is incredibly

Tubbo: I copped the merch! I'm not on brand

Ranboo: You too can cop the merch September 5th! *thumbs up*

Tubbo: *thumbs up*

Ranboo: That was good. That was a good transition

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: That was a good (transition)

[Lag]

Tubbo: (I did) I fixed it..

Ranboo: You fixed it? Ok, that's good

Tubbo: ..when I was inside. It does this weird thing where it goes grey..

Ranboo: Yeah?

Tubbo: ..every now and then

Ranboo: Okay..

Tubbo: That's because that thing got wet once and now it just keeps going grey randomly

Ranboo: Well, we hate it so.. *mouth fart noise* Maybe it was the tree demon

Tubbo: We don't hate me. That cost me a lot of money!

Ranboo: Maybe it was the tree demon the whole time

Tubbo: The tree demon is messing with the stream?

Ranboo: People are saying that the camera is still glitching. Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: That's cringe!

Ranboo: Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: I'll go see.. Um..

Ranboo: "It's Lani"? Lani is actually sitting right there so..

Tubbo: Uh.. Shake your hands around lots

Ranboo: *waves at camera* Greetings! I don't know what wrong with the camera

Tubbo: It's fine!

Ranboo: It's fine?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: You sure?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Alright. Alright, "We're good now"? "It's fine now"? That's good. That's good. Alright. Subscribe for- Ok, whatever. Alright, mkay. What are- Ok, wait wait wait. We can use the ghost hunting app

Tubbo: I don't want to do ghost hunting

Ranboo: No let's see what words we can get. Let's see what words we can get with this

Tubbo: Ahh.. Can I talk to it?

Ranboo: I mean that's not the talking one

Tubbo: Hello Ranboo phone!

Tubbo and Ranboo: "Designate"

Ranboo: It actually changed as soon as it got to your hands

Tubbo: What am I designating bro?

Ranboo: What are you designating? It just gave us the words "designate" and I just don't know what that means

Tubbo: "Designated driver"? Am I the designated driver?

Ranboo: You cannot drive

Tubbo: Is this because I don't drink?

Ranboo: You just cannot drive

Tubbo: Yo, how ghosty are you? *puts phone to Ranboo's neck*

Tubbo: *Ranboo receives a notification* Oh. Well..

Ranboo: You got a notification as soon as you did that. So pretty ghosty I think. Alright, what's my ghost word?

Tubbo: Maybe if I just flip it upside down

Ranboo: No no no no, what's my ghost word? Let's put it, like, on me. What's my ghost word?

Tubbo: I'm designated *thumbs up*

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. Give it to me

Tubbo: I'm designated

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. It's not giving me my ghost word. You suck!

Tubbo: You're just not as cool as I am

Ranboo: You suck! and I hate you!

Ghost app: *growling/whispering noises*

Tubbo: *scared* Why did it just roar and why did it just get windy?

Ranboo: "Along"

Tubbo: You're "along", I'm "designate"

Ranboo: "Designate along". What does that mean?

Tubbo: Designate along..

Ranboo: At first I thought it said "among" and I was about to lose my mind. I was so excited for a second there

Tubbo: I really want to go inside now. Can we stop playing now?

Ranboo: No no no no no! Ok, here, let's use the radio one, alright? Let's use the radio one. Oh, I immediately get a negative.. sign

Tubbo: No, that's because I flipped off the ghost

Ranboo: Flip off the ghost some more, I wanna see what happens

Tubbo: Noo, no I don't want to. I feel like I've got spiders all over me. Ow

Ranboo: Come on! I want to be the one who got possessed, why is it you! Gosh darn it!

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: You sure? You're feeling spiders on yourself. That's kinda.. you know..

Tubbo: Maybe there's just spiders in your dress

Ranboo: I don't know! Let's start another seance thing. Let's do that, ok? Let's do it

Tubbo: *whining*

Ranboo: What is your name or are you here, answer one of those, I do not know.. Let us see

Ranboo: Are you here? Why are there so many bugs on the pentagram. There's like an unearthly amount of- There's actually so many.. Get the bugs off the [unintelligible]

Tubbo: Because bugs are attracted to light

Ranboo: Are you here?

Ranboo: I don't- It's just not moving anymore. You have angered it a lot

Tubbo: Nooo, I'm sorry

Ranboo: You realise as soon as you said it, it, like, turned it off

Ranboo: Do something! Please! Alright, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna take some recommendations from chat on what shall we do. Let take some recommendations on chat, alright?

Tubbo: I don't want to..

Ranboo: "Among us". "Tubbo is possessed let's go"

Tubbo: I'd better not- If I'm possessed dude, I'm kicking you out of my house. Go somewhere else. Go get a hotel, I don't care

Ranboo: Dude, if you get possessed, that gives me ever more reason to stay because that means I get to live with a possessed person which is awesome!

Tubbo: Noo. If I get possessed, I wanna be left alone! I wanna be left alone!

Ranboo: Which is awesome. Alright, "Say goodbye to the demon"? No, I want the demon here. I wanna fight it. I wanna fight the demon. "Tell the demon to buy merch". So true, I love the VIPs in my chat.

Tubbo: I.. am.. unhappy

Ranboo: "Put salt"? *gasp* We should put salt on him.. and see what happens

Tubbo: No

Ranboo: Hmm... Hmm... "Ever since it counted down it stopped working". That is true, you did kinda..

Tubbo: I broke it

Ranboo: You did kinda- "Ask it to scratch one of you". Scratch one of us! Scratch me! Scratch me! That would be awesome

Tubbo: *punches Ranboo*

Ranboo: That was just a punch and that hurt!

Tubbo: Good. I'm not having a good time

Ranboo: Ow! O-Ow... That a-Ow.. wow

Tubbo: I mean, to be fair, it hurt me more than you. I punched with my thumb on the inside of my hand

Ranboo: Oh that was just your fault

Tubbo: Ow.. Yeah

Ranboo: Scratch me! Scratch me! Fight me, actually! Punch me, perhaps. But not like that *points at Tubbo* You notice how as soon as I asked the demon to harm me, you punched me? *staring at Tubbo* You know w- *camera glitches and cuts off audio*

Tubbo: I don't wanna be possessed

Ranboo: "Get a professional"? I am a professional. Right? Right?

Tubbo: I need holy water

Ranboo: *audio cuts off* What do you want me to do?

Tubbo: *laughs* Boil the hell out of some water *camera and audio glitch again*

Ranboo: What do you want me to do? People are saying "lag" *stream lag*

Ranboo: Ok, that worked. That actually worked as soon as I said that. I am so powerful. Ahh man

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: Well.. kinda too late for me at least

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: How do you think I became so popular on content creation in such little time?

Tubbo: By using the- No I can't- I'm under an NDA (non-disclosure agreement) I can't say..

Ranboo: Stop saying that I'm an industry plant and just say-

Tubbo: You're an industry plant!

Ranboo: I would rather be called a demon than an industry plant

Tubbo: You're an industry plant

Ranboo: I'm not an industry plant. That is not true. That is not true

Tubbo: Oh grey screen is back

Ranboo: It went grey again? I'm gonna- Ok we're fine

Tubbo: It only does it for like two seconds. Relax, holy crap

Ranboo: But the thing is though, like-

Tubbo: What's that Harry Styles song about the watermelon? *starts dancing*

Ranboo: What does that have anything- I'm explaining to you how I'm a demon

Tubbo: Maybe the demon likes songs. Wait, I wanna play a song to the demon

Ranboo: Oh wait! Yeah let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Wait, no, let me pick! I wanna pick one

Ranboo: Let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Um.. Ok! Does the demon like "Airplane Mode" *jamming*

Ranboo: I have something. Now, here, ok. You've got yours. Now let me play my song to the demon. *white noise*

Tubbo: *starts singing Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas* When the beat drops, gotta get that that that that. Boom boom boom, gotta get that. Boom boom boom gotta get that *dancing*

Ranboo: So how come you enjoy this? Why do you suddenly enjoy this when I'm playing the music that's meant for the demon?

Tubbo: Stooop! I was just joking

Ranboo: The evidence is piling up, ladies and gentlemen. Tubbo is possessed, I think

Tubbo: I am not!

Ranboo: The evidence is kinda piling up quite a bit actually

Tubbo: Leave me alone! I'm not possessed!

Ranboo: Quite a good amount!

Tubbo: Stop saying I'm possessed

Ranboo: So how come you keep doing things that the demon- that I'm asking the demon to do

Tubbo: I literally just did a TikTok dance

Ranboo: Yeah, 'cause I said that the demon would like the music

Tubbo: The demon wouldn't have done that. The demon would've not "hit the woah" or the weird Q&A thing (ref: The "Questions I get Asked" TikTok dance)

Ranboo: Who do you think- Who do you think invented those things? Demons on TikTok

Tubbo: *gasp* What?!

Ranboo: Yeah, that's right. TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: TikTok demons? Tik-emons?

Ranboo: TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: I'm not possessed dude. They're all saying that I'm possessed

Ranboo: You might be.. You could be

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: No, out of either of us, honestly, I would be the one to be possessed.. Honestly.. I already am *stares at camera*

Tubbo: Heeughh.. I'm sus!

Ranboo: *does hands gestures* Yeah

Tubbo: This is comfy!

Ranboo: I mean, the thing- Wow so you're saying that my merch that comes out on September 5th is quite comfortable? Wow, what a great review from Tubbo himself!

Tubbo: Oh *facepalms* It also smells of sweat

Ranboo: No, it does not! I know it doesn't

Tubbo: *sniffs Ranboo's hoodie*

Ranboo: It does not

Tubbo: How sweaty are you? *keeps sniffing*

Ranboo: I'm not at all! He's just trying to slander me!

Tubbo: *intensely sniffing hoodie* It does smell like you though. Everything that you touch gets that "you" smell. It's kinda weird..

Ranboo: That's really really weird actually

Tubbo: Like..

Ranboo: I think you may be possessed honestly

Tubbo: No!

Ranboo: How do you have a sense of smell that does-

Tubbo: No, I'm not even kidding! Where you sit on my sofa, you make the area of my sofa where you slept smell like you, and I'm like *sniffs hoodie* Eugh!

Ranboo: *silent*

Tubbo: *pats Ranboo* No, you don't smell that bad. It's ok! There there

Ranboo: *moves arms away and stares at Tubbo*

Tubbo: I'm not a demon!

Ranboo: No, I'm not doing that because I think you're a demon. I'm doing that just because it's.. weird. Just incredibly weird

Tubbo: What? No.. Sympathy pats?

Ranboo: No sympathy pats

Tubbo: Oh..

Ranboo: No more

Tubbo: Oh I just got a text message from TommyInnit. All will be ok

Ranboo: That was in a group chat

Tubbo: Wait, who the hell is this?

Ranboo: That was in a group chat so..

Tubbo: Wait..

Ranboo: That was in a group chat.. That's kinda sad that you said you got a text from TommyInnit but it was just in a group chat. So that's kinda sad..

Tubbo: Do you know that number?

Ranboo: Nope!

Tubbo: Uh oh..

Ranboo: Anyway.. "Ask the demon if he likes the Dream SMP"? Will do. Do you like Dream SMP?

Tubbo: How big is your willy?

Ranboo: It said yes!

Tubbo: Did it actually?

Ranboo: The tree demon is a Dream SMP enjoyer! Woo! Welp, and now it's just spelling out words. "S" "T" "O" "P" "W" "H". "Stop while".. "Stop while you".. "Stop while you can"!

Tubbo: I.. really hate-

Ranboo: You would like that, wouldn't you? You wimp! You wimp!

Tubbo: *takes Ranboo's phone and throws it away* Knock that off! I hate this!

Ranboo: My phone... my phone!

Tubbo: Have my phone

Ranboo: You don't have demon apps on your phone!

Tubbo: I don't like it! It's being creepy!

Ranboo: What do you mean it's "being creepy"! I told y-

Tubbo and Ranboo: *stare at demon Ouija app's planchette moving on its own in fear*

Tubbo: *scared* Why is it going on its own?

Ranboo: It's going on its own

Tubbo: I just wanna leave. Can- I'm going to bed dude, it's past my bedtime. I'm honestly- I'm gonna go-

Ranboo: Can you at least grab me my phone?

Tubbo: Yeah.. I'm done

Ranboo: You're done? What do you mean you're done?

Tubbo: Why did it just say "No"? It said "no", I'm not done *scared*. I am done! Leave me alone!

Ranboo: You're not done. You're never done

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Sweet Sugar

3 | Cruel Summer

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 1.6

a/n: english it's not my first language, Sorry for any mistakes! If you want to be tag on the next chapters, please let me know

Summary: Y/n, Harrison and Tom has always been best friends. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 3! If you want to read the other parts click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker created for the series! here

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After a few minutes of crying I felt someone approaching and sitting beside me. I looked up, wiping my eyes, and saw a worried-looking Haz in front of me.

- What happened? Are you okay? I noticed you were missing from the dance floor. - he asked and wrapped one of his arms around me hugging me sideways.

- I’m okay Haz, I think I just got sick, that's all, it must have been the drink.

- Y/n... as you said: I know you from other life, and you didn't even drink much, now tell me, why are you crying? - I hated when he insisted like that, but it was fair, after all he was my brother at heart.

- Haz... I don't want to talk about it, it's so immature I don't even know how to explain it to you, I think it was just something of the moment.

- Did some idiot hurt you? Because I can go back there and...

- No! Nobody did any harm, it's okay... - I said, wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Y/n please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone. You're not one to cry like that...

- I saw Tom kissing Meghan and I felt bad, ok? - I interrupted him, looking at the ground with shame that I had admitted that out loud.

Haz was silent for an infinite number of minutes, processing what I had just said, until he touched my shoulder, I looked at him and I could see the confusion in his eyes.

- Since when do you like Tom that way?

- I don't know the exact date, I just... I started to feel different about him a while after I broke up with Steven... But I think it's just something temporary, you know? Maybe because he is my best friend and treats me well, I ended up having a crush on him, I think that was it, but it will pass, I just need to distract myself with something else...

- Y/n are you sure it's something temporary? Well, I'm your best friend too and you never felt that way about me.

- Yeah, but I always saw you as my brother and Tom as my best friend... I can't explain it, I just know it's different, it always has been, but I'm sure this stronger feeling must be temporary, I just need some time.

- Darling... I'm so sorry. How about we go home? We can watch tv shows and forget about it.

- Are you sure Haz? You were talking to Gracie, I don't want to take you out of the party like that, especially from the side of your other half who I know one day you two will get married, live in a cabin in the woods, have several children and I'll be godmother to them. - I said and Haz laughed and I followed. Laughing after crying is one of the best feelings.

- Damn, you created a whole fanfic. - He said and now I wiped the tears of laughter. - But seriously, we can go, it's already midnight. - He said looking at the watch on his wrist - I'm just going to tell Gracie, so she doesn't think I forget about her and say that you're not feeling well and want to go home, how about that?

- Okay... but only because I'm feeling like crap. - I said pouting and he kissed my head hugging me tight.- I'll be right back, madam.

Haz then got up and went back inside and I took the opportunity to text my mother saying I would be at the Osterfields' house and she sent me an ok.

It took a few minutes and he came back waving for me to join him. I got up, going after him in the parking lot, as he didn’t drink, because he came with his car. We walked in, turning on the radio, and we heard Taylor Swift's Cruel Summer start to play, how ironic.

- Did Tom say something about us leaving? - I asked looking at him.

- No, actually he was busy... but I told Tuwaine and Gracie. - Haz said stopping at the red light.

-Hmm- I sighed trying not to imagine what Tom could be "busy" with. - And Gracie wasn't upset?

- No, I said it was an emergency and she understood. - He smiled in my direction squeezing my hand and I smiled.

- Thank you Haz, I don't know what it would be without you.

- I know, I'm awesome. - He spoke blinking.

- Oh god, I can't even try to say something nice for once. - I said rolling my eyes - But you're really awesome. - and he blew me a kiss in the air and I gave him a laugh shaking my head.

We arrived at Haz's house and Jenna welcomed me with open arms as usual.

We went to Haz's room and I helped him pull up and make the bed besides his own and he gave me a pair of pajamas that I could wear. I went into the bathroom and took off my defeat-smudged makeup and came back lying next to Haz on the top bed as we turned on the tv to a random show that was on. But, of course, we don't pay any attention, because we are talking the whole time.

-... So, Gracie said she liked my eyes a lot, and I didn't know what to do. - He said while we discussed the events of the night, ignoring Tom and company.

- Aww Hazzy, what a cute little cliché. - I said making a melted face. - And you didn't say anything?

- I just said thank you and I said hers were beautiful too, but I got nervous, that's when I realized you were gone and I went after you.

- Wow, I can't believe I ruined this perfect moment.

- Nah, don't even worry, I have all the time in the world, in fact she's from my class, so we still have a lot of opportunity to talk. - he said and I nodded yawning.

- Let's go to sleep? It's almost 3 in the morning. - He said turning off the TV and I gave a thumbs up scratching my eyes.

I jumped down to the bottom bed and covered myself, turning to the other side.

- Haz?

- Yeah?

- If you tell Thomas anything I'll kill you and desert you. - I said listening to him laugh and fell asleep right away.

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The other day I woke up and looked to the side, seeing that Haz was still sleeping. I picked up my cell phone, stretching, and saw that it was almost noon. I got up quietly making sure that I was not making too much noise, went into the bathroom and put on my clothes from the night before. I needed to go home to take a shower and take the rest of that weird night.

I sat next to Haz nudging him until he blinked awake.

- Haz, I'm going, thanks for everything. - I said while he was returning to planet earth little by little.

- Already? Don't you want to have lunch first? - He said sitting on the bed.

- Thanks, but I need to go home, I have some work to finish too, see you tomorrow at school?

- Okay, but if you need anything call me. - He said and I agreed hugging him going towards the door.

- And promise you'll keep your mouth shut?

- I swear, cross my heart. -He said zipping his mouth and I pointed my index finger at him intimidating him.

I went downstairs and thanked Jenna, greeting Charlotte who had already woken up. I said goodbye to them and went out into the sun on a Sunday that I was miraculously doing in London. I walked home, went in, had lunch and went straight to my room, I wanted to stay in alone with my feelings. Was my period coming up? It's not possible that I'm feeling so bad.

I took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes and fell into bed, putting on some sad music to play, closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on the sadness.

A few minutes later I felt my cell phone vibrate with a message coming through.

I unlocked the screen and saw "Tommy 🤓 send you a message" written. I took a deep breath and opened it to look at what he had sent.

Tommy 🤓 says "Hi stranger! Why did you and Haz disappear yesterday? 😭"

Tommy 🤓 says "Tuwaine told me you weren't okay, I tried calling you guys and nothing..."

Tommy 🤓 says "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes reading the messages and at the same time not wanting to respond, but started typing.

Y/N 🌻 says "Everything it’s okay, don’ worry 😊 I think some drink went wrong and I felt a little sick, but nothing to worry about, rlx"

Y/N 🌻 says "The party was great! Too bad I couldn't stay longer..."

I think I was a good liar.

Tommy 🤓 says "Damn it, but I'm glad you're ok, the party was really great! I've already posted the photos on insta. There some really weird ones... 😂"

Y/N 🌻 says "I can imagine 😂"

Tommy 🤓 says "I have a really strong hangover right now, I'm going back to sleep, want to come over later? I want to tell you some things that happened 👀"

Sure Tom, I'm going to your house so you can tell me everything about your wonderful night with Meghan, sure.

Y/N 🌻 says I'd like to, but my stomach's still kind of bad from yesterday 😭 so I'll just stay here, see you tomorrow?"

I told him to avoid him to come at my house.

Tommy 🤓 says "Okay 🥺, take care! See you tomorrow shortie!"

He said and I sent a "😘" blocking the screen. I lay on my stomach and buried my head on the pillow wanting to scream. Tom seemed happy and excited to tell me the "things" from last night, why couldn't I be happy for him? Damn feelings!

I think what I had to do was sleep, eat chocolate, put on a really cliche romantic comedy movie, wait to see if my period would come down (why was I being so dramatic? It could only be that) and pray that monday I would be better.

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