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Feelbokkie's A Christmas Carol

Feelbokkiemas Day 1

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

pov: 2nd person and 3rd person

description: After a scheduling mishap causes the boys to have to perform on Christmas Eve, Jisung starts to believe that Stray Kids would be better off without him. (A very loose adaptation of A Christmas Carol)

pairing: idol!Jisung x his demons (oh and fem!reader)

warnings: swearing, depiction of bullying, minor violence, mention of death, disbandment, depiction of a panic attack, mention of throwing up

word count: 10,848 (I am so sorry)

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"Why the fuck am I here?" Jisung sings into his microphone.

The music stops, causing everyone to freeze. Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Chan turn to glare at Jisung, who messed up one of their few good takes for the rehearsal. Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin turn to the staff and back up dancers and apologize on Jisung's behalf.

It's Christmas Eve, eve and the boys are doing a last-minute rehearsal for their Christmas eve performance. The whole ordeal is last minute. They were told last week that they were scheduled to appear on the show and if they canceled last minute, it'd look bad. With everything else going on, nothing was prepared. Flights home had to be canceled, staff members had to be called back, and songs had to be rearranged.

Nobody was more pissed off than Jisung about the scheduling mishap. This year, he was planning on going home with you for Christmas and to meet your parents. There were so many scheduling conflicts that he just never had the opportunity and he knew how much this meant to you. It broke his heart when he had to call you, crying, saying that he had to cancel, yet again.

"We get that you're mad but fucking up the song isn't going to do anything but piss us all off!" Chan yells, finally at his breaking point with Jisung.

"I'm sick and tired of this! I have to miss out on yet another thing that's important to Y/n because whoever is in charge of our schedule can't keep their shit straight. And if In can't pick up the choreography or if Felix can't get his cues right, we're never getting it right. So we should just give up now and go home." He responds into the mic, making sure everyone hears him.

Both Felix and Jeongin's heads drop to the floor before they turn back to the staff and apologize for their mistakes. Hyunjin and Seungmin go to comfort their respective maknaes. Jisung's sudden outburst only causes the older members to get angry, including Minho, who mostly tolerates Jisung's tantrums.

"Dude, don't blame Yongbok or In for anything! We've all made mistakes, you especially! Maybe if you focused on your lyrics and dancing, then we could go home and you could bitch and moan to Y/n on the phone like you've been doing all week!" Changbin shouts as he gets in Jisung's face.

"What, are you going to hit me? Because I'm right? Because you and everyone else is too scared to say it?" Jisung taunts, closing the gap between him and Changbin.

Chan quickly jumps in between them, pushing Changbin away from Jisung. He could tell by the tension brewing between the two of them that if he doesn't stop them now, this could only end one way: with Jisung flat on his back while Changbin, for the first time in his life, towering over him.

"Maybe we should take a break, yeah?" Chan tries to calm the two of them down.

"No, fuck this. I'm going home." Jisung hops off the makeshift stage and grabs his things from the front row, making sure to toss in his water bottles and phone.

“You know, you’re not the only one who had to cancel plans, right? We all had to cancel flights and trips home.” Minho says softly, trying to calm down the younger man.

“So why am I the only one upset?” He shouts causing Felix and Jeongin to jump. The backup dancers take this as a sign to leave the practice room, not wanting to be witnesses to the shitstorm that has been brewing since they started rehearsing two days ago.

"Hannie--"

“You’re not the only one who's upset, but you’re the only one not shutting the fuck up about it!” Changbin shouts again, the sudden emptiness in the room amplifies his already booming voice.

"Just let him leave. Then we wouldn't have to hear him bitch and moan anymore. One of us can just cover all of his parts tomorrow. Like we always do." Hyunjin breathes, finally having enough of Jisung's attitude.

"Hyunjin--"

"He's right. Tomorrow you guys can send out an announcement that I'm sick and then after the holidays, you guys can send out another notice announcing my departure from the group." Jisung climbs the fake stage again, the only exit for the practice room being in the back.

"Hyung--"

"--I think we're all a little tired and frustrated right now so maybe we should--"

"No, no, it's perfect. You guys can just cover all my parts for every song that we have. Hyunjin can just take my spot in 3racha since I'm clearly not needed here anymore. Right? Since I'm such a pain in the ass."

"Han, why don't we--"

"--Jisung, that's not--"

"--Nobody said anything like that--"

Jisung turns to leave the group, waving off his members' pleas.

"Where are you going?" Chan asks, trying, yet again, to de-escalate the situation.

"I'm going back to the dorm, packing my shit, and leaving." Jisung, who is halfway to the door, spins around to face his soon-to-be former group members. "You’ve all made it clear that I’m nothing but a problem. And Hyunjin made it very, very clear that you guys can just replace me so—"

“I didn’t say that you m—“

"If he wants to leave, let him leave. There's no use fighting with him. You know his stubborn ass isn't worth arguing with right now." Seungmin walks over to Hyunjin and places a hand on his shoulder, trying to at least calm him down.

"Thank you so much for that, Seungmin. Really helpful." Chan sighs, side-eyeing the second youngest member of the group. He hesitates for a second before approaching Jisung. "Why don’t we just call it for tonight? It’s late. We’re tired. We can run this in the morning."

“You guys can run this again in the morning. I’m done,” Jisung shouts as he storms out of the rehearsal space, slamming the door behind him.

***

Jisung spent the whole drive back to the dorm trying to book a flight to your parents’ house. The earliest flight he could find wouldn’t leave until late Christmas Eve night and, with the number of layovers, wouldn’t bring him to you until the day after Christmas. Distraught, annoyed, and exhausted all he could do was pack whatever he could, take a shower, and try to get some sleep.

Sleep didn't come easily for Jisung. He was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted but still restless. Fighting with his brothers never felt good. The eight of them went through hell together. Jisung knew that there wouldn't be anyone else besides them who would understand exactly what he was feeling. But, thanks to Hyunjin, the idea that they could just easily replace him didn't sit well with him either. He knows that it shouldn't have escalated to that, but at the same time, he was only saying what needed to be said. Hyunjin is the one who escalated things.

Eventually, Jisung decided that taking a sleeping pill would be the only way he was going to get any sleep. So he takes the pill, washing it down with one of the water bottles by his bedside. He climbs back into bed, turning the picture he has of you to face him, and quickly drifts off to sleep.

BANG

Jisung jumps up, his heart pounding in his ribcage. He looks around his dark room, unsure of what made that noise. After a second, he grabs his phone, quickly dismissing the missed calls and texts from everyone to check the time. 12:00 AM

"You've got to be kidding me," He groans as he flops back into his bed. He only slept for about an hour.

Bang, bang, bang

Jisung mentally curses out all three of his roommates, who only want to piss him off further tonight. Why they feel the need to make so much noise right now is beyond him. He's almost certain it's just Hyunjin and his temper being pettier than normal.

BANG, BANG

Mentally preparing for round two of fighting with Changbin and Hyunjin, Jisung climbs out of bed. He makes his way over to his door. His heart pounds louder in his chest, this time out of anxiety rather than fear like when he woke up. He takes a deep breath before pulling his door open.

"What is your guys'-- What the hell?" Jisung is left confused as he's met with the darkness of the dorm. Not a single soul in sight.

Brushing it off as a prank, or even as the boys are scared of his reaction and hiding, he slams his door shut and walks back to his bed. He settles back in, covering himself with his blanket, and attempts to fall back asleep.

Knock, knock

Jisung, annoyed, rips his blanket off before stomping back to the door

"Can you guys just grow the fuck u--...Jagiya?" Jisung nearly passes out when he sees your face on the other side of his door. You're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be back home with your parents. So why are you standing outside of his bedroom at midnight?

"Not exactly," You answer softly.

A strange, white light illuminates you, the rest of the door pitch black behind you. A pair of over-the-ear headphones are locked around your neck. Chains wrap around your body like a boa constrictor. He almost can't see the all-white outfit that you're wearing. You walk--no float into his room, causing him to stumble back.

"What the fuck?" He asks in disbelief.

"You swear a lot, do you know that?" The you, that is not exactly you, asks.

"I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming." Jisung mutters to himself. He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. "Yeah, this is just some weird side effect from the sleeping pill. And instead of the hat man, I'm seeing Y/n."

Jisung slowly opens his eyes to find his room empty. He lets out a sigh of relief as he closes the door and walks back to his bed. He climbs in one last time and shuts his eyes, ready to return to sleep.

Clang, clang, clang

Jisung quickly opens his eyes only to find not-you hovering over him. Literally.

"Ah! What the fuck?" He screams, sitting up in his bed. Had Changbin, Chan, and Hyunjin been home, they would have been startled awake by his sudden terror.

"There you go with the swearing again. I should try to fix that too," The not-you thinks as you float down to sit on his bed with him.

"What the fu--what the hell are you?" He asks, pressing his hand to his chest to try to settle his heart. He can't remember what it feels like to have a normal heartbeat.

"Still a swear but I'll let it slide since you're trying to censor yourself." Not-you climbs off the bed and starts looking around the messy room. "I'm a spirit of sorts."

"A spirit? Does that mean that Y/n is..." He can't bring himself to finish the question.

"No, no. Y/n is safe and sound. I'm merely borrowing their voice and likeness since it may be the only way to get you to pay attention to me." Not-you picks up one of the crumpled pieces of paper from Jisung's desk and starts reading it.

"Then...am I dead? Oh my god, the sleeping pills." He panics. He knows he's had the bottle for a while, but he didn't think they were expired or anything.

"Relax, Jisung. You can't overdose on a single sleeping pill. You're still alive and well."

"There why is there a ghost in my room?"

"Not a ghost, a spirit. Two completely different things. A common misconception though, so I don't blame you for your incompetence."

"Why. Are. You. Here?"

"Still a little moody I see." Not-you pulls out the chair from Jisung's desk and sits on it. "I'm here to stop you from making a mistake."

"And what mistake is that?" Jisung relaxes a bit.

"Ruining Christmas,"

"My Christmas is already ruined, so fuck Christmas."

"Is that your favorite word or something?"

"I'll show you my favorite words in a second if you don't start explaining."

"Jeez, that temper of yours really is something. I'm surprised you didn't blow up on your friends sooner."

"You don't get it. I--"

"I know why you blew up and that person is next on my list of people to visit. But don't you think you're exaggerating a bit? You're going to throw away years of hard work just because you didn't get your way?"

"That's not--You're uncomplicating things a bit."

"Hm, am I? Because, from what I saw, you overcomplicated them." Not-you spins around in the desk chair, much to Jisung's irritation.

"You don't understand--"

"What I do understand is that you're on track to derail millions of lives."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I really should do something about that mouth of yours while I'm here."

"Y/n--no, not Y/n. Spirit, what are you talking about?" Jisung gets off his bed and finally confronts not-you.

"See, I could tell you. But I think it'd stick better if I just let my friends show you."

"Friends? More spirits are coming?"

Not-you looks at the clock in the corner of the room before getting up. Not-you starts walking to the door to leave.

"Not spirits, ghosts. Three of them, actually. The first one should be here in under an hour."

"What?"

"Have fun Jisung," Not-you winks before disappearing through the door.

***

KNOCK

Jisung isn't sure when or how he fell asleep but less than an hour later he was being woken up again by a single loud knock. He checks the clock on his phone, groaning at the fact that it's only one in the morning now.

"You're a punctual ghost, huh?" Jisung mumbles as he gets up. He's not sure why he's going along with what the first spirit said. He's almost convinced that he's dreaming. Hell, this could all be some elaborate hallucination for all he knows.

When Jisung opens his bedroom door, he finds nothing but the black void of the dorm yet again. Getting annoyed, he closes the door and turns around, ready to go back to his bed.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Jisung jumps up, nearly slamming himself into the door as he jumps up.

In front of him is another not-you. You when you were a child. He didn’t know you back then. He’s only seen pictures of you when you were small. He’d often look at pictures of you when you were a kid and imagine what your kids would look like.

“You said a bad word.” Little not-you giggles.

“What are you? Like 11? I was swearing like a sailor when I was your age.” Jisung sighs as he regains his composure.

“I’m 9, thank you very much. And yeah, I know. You were a bad kid.” Little not-you starts to wander around Jisung’s room.

“You know?” Jisung furrows his eyebrows together as he follows little not-you, making sure they don’t break anything or fall.

“Yeah! I’m the ghost of Christmas past! I know lots and lots about the past.” Little not-you picks up a snow globe that sits on Jisung's desk and starts playing with it.

“So we’re going to look back on my past Christmases?” Jisung takes the snow globe out of little not-you’s hands and puts it where they can’t reach, causing them to pout. Cute, you still scrunch your nose like that.

“Hm, Marley says you’re a special case so we’re just going to go to the past. That’s why Marley made me come in this form. They said you’d be nicer to me but I think Marley lied because you’re still a big old meanie.”

“Who the fuck is Marley?” Jisung asks, causing little not-you to quickly cover their ears.

“Someone should wash your mouth out with soap.”

“Sorry, sorry. Who is Marley?” Jisung crouches down to little not-you’s eye level, placing his hand on their head.

"Marley? The spirit you met before I got here. Wow, normally They introduce themselves but I guess-- Oh no! We got to go, we're running out of time. I'm going to get in so much trouble with Marley!" Little not-you grabs Jisung's hand and drags him to his bedroom door. He has no choice but to follow them.

As they cross the threshold, Jisung is confused as the cool, dark dorm turns into a humid, bright room. No, not room, classroom. The humidity and the layout of the classroom feel familiar to Jisung. He scans the empty classroom until his eyes land on a desk.

"Why are we here?" Jisung asks calmly, not breaking his eye contact from the desk.

"You need to see something." Little not-you responds.

"I don't need to see anything. Why are we here?" Jisung raises his voice a little, still being mindful that he's talking to a child.

Little not-you stays quiet, not letting go of Jisung's hand. Before little not-you or Jisung can say anything else, someone walks into the room. Jisung recognizes his 14-year-old self, much to his dismay. He remembers it all, almost like it was yesterday. The awkward hair his mother gave him back in their kitchen that his brother said would make him look good if he got it. His uniform that was passed down from his brother didn't fit well but was told he would grow into it. The clear-framed glasses that made his eyes look small and were a bit bigger than his face. The feeling of his braces in his mouth. Being one of the shorter kids in his class. The deafening whispers that seemed to follow him everywhere. And while it feels like it was yesterday, it was nearly 10 years ago.

Younger Jisung quietly walks to the desk in the furthest part of the room, right by the window. His over-the-ear headphones sit on his head, playing his music slightly too loud. He pulls out a notebook from his backpack that present-day Jisung recognizes immediately. His old lyric book.

"Hey, you idiot, put that away!" Present day Jisung yells at his younger self.

"He can't hear you. This is just a memory, we're not really here." Little not-you says quietly.

"Why are we here?" He asks again.

"Shh, something's happening." Jisung instinctively squeezes little not-you's hand.

A group of three boys loudly come into the classroom. Younger Jisung doesn't hear them come in. His music is too loud and his face is buried in his notebook. Present day Jisung bites his tongue, fighting the urge to warn himself about what's about to happen. He knows there's no use, he isn't going to hear him anyway. Present day Jisung's heart pounds in his body as it slowly sinks to the pit of his stomach.

The boys spot younger Jisung and make their way to him, whispering something. As they make their way over to him, present-day Jisung finally lets go of little not-you's hand and runs to block their path. He closes his eyes, waiting for them to bump into him. Instead, he feels nothing as they walk through him.

"I told you," Little not-you comes up beside him, "we're not actually here."

"Yeah but--"

"Hey! Give that back!" Younger Jisung's voice cuts off present-day Jisung, causing him to whip his head behind him.

The tallest of the group of boys is now holding the lyric book. Younger Jisung tries to grab the notebook back, but he's too slow. The taller boy turns out of the way, causing younger Jisung to stumble. His two friends quickly move to hold Jisung back.

"What do we have here?" The taller boy asks, flipping through the notebook.

"None of your fucking business! Give that back!" Jisung struggles against the other two boys' grip on him. The sudden swear causes little not-you to gasp in shock.

"Wait, I can read any of this. What is this your diary or something?" The taller boy asks, dangling the notebook in front of younger Jisung.

Present-day Jisung smirks, remembering his pure stroke of genius. He wrote all of his lyrics in Korean, knowing none of his classmates would be able to read his writing. It was one of his rarer big-brain moments.

"Oh yeah, totally. It has every single detail of when I spent last night with your mom." Younger Jisung spits, still wrestling against the other two boys.

"You fucking idiot," Present-day Jisung mutters under his breath.

The taller boy didn't like that answer. His face quickly turns red as he swiftly punches younger Jisung in the gut. Younger Jisung hunches over, the wind being knocked out of him. The other two boys let go, allowing younger Jisung's body to slump to the ground as he held his stomach.

RIP

Younger Jisung's head snaps up at the sound, silently praying that what he thinks is happening is, well, isn't happening. His body runs cold, sending a chill down his spine.

RIP

The taller boy rips out another page from the notebook and hands it to his friends. The two friends rip up the pages more, letting them trickle down to the floor.

"Stop it!" Younger Jisung yells. Still in pain, he grabs onto the taller one's legs.

"What the...?" The taller boy shakes' younger Jisung off his leg. Once he's free he delivers a swift kick in younger Jisung's direction, making a direct connection with his stomach. Present day Jisung grabs his stomach, remembering the pain from that day.

As younger Jisung whiters in pain on the floor, the three boys continue to rip out pages from the notebook.

"Please...stop," Younger Jisung cries out, his face becoming wet with tears. Whether they're from pain or watching years of work being reduced to shreds is something that even present-day Jisung doesn't know.

After a few minutes, the taller boy throws the nearly empty notebook at younger Jisung, hitting him square in the face. He kicks him one more time, this time on this side, before stepping over him. One of his friends follows suit by kicking him in the side again and stepping over him. The last boy, being a free-thinker apparently, spits at younger Jisung before stepping over him and following his friends.

Covered in spit, tears, and a little bit of blood on his lips from the book hitting him in the mouth and getting caught on his braces, younger Jisung lets out a frustrated, angry scream.

Present day Jisung slowly walks over to his younger self, crouching down beside him. He gently places his hand on his younger self's head. He knows he can't actually feel it nor would younger him would get any comfort.

"You must have been so lonely," Little not-you whispers. Jisung looks up to find little not-you with their eyes rimmed with tears.

"I was fine. I had friends. Those three fu--those three punks ended up getting expelled a few weeks later. One of my classmates saw them beat the ever-living crap out of me. And, the following year, I was training at JYP so it was fine in the end." He moves out of the way as his younger self gets up and starts picking up the pieces of paper off the floor.

"B-but you didn't know that back then," Little not-you sniffles.

"Why did you bring me here? To this moment?" Jisung asks.

"Don't you remember," Little not-you whips their face "this was the day you decided you were going to move back to Korea and train seriously. You spent weeks convincing your parents to let you."

"So you brought me back here because--"

"Oh man, we don't have much time left. We have one more place to go."

Little not-you runs up to Jisung and grabs his hand, dragging him through the classroom doors before he can even protest. Instead of walking into the hallway, they walk into the familiar practice rooms at the old JYPE building.

"I know you don't like swearing but I'm going to start if you don't tell me why we're back in this building." Jisung whines.

He remembers the smell of the room the most. The sweat of every trainee who ever set foot in the room. Almost like it was absorbed into the walls. The state smell of vomit and the faint smell of the cleaning solution that would be used to clean the vomit. And the room is hot. The air conditioning never worked properly in this practice room and the fans only circulated the heat.

A young Jisung sits on the floor, back pressed against the practice room mirror. Younger Seungmin and Felix sit on his left, a speaker on his right. The speaker plays the backing track to a song Jisung remembers using for a monthly evaluation. Seungmin is scribbling something in a notebook while Felix is reading a textbook. Hyunjin stands in the middle of the room, holding a paper. Jeongin is probably with the four oldest members in one of the other practice rooms.

Jisung remembers practices being like this. In would go with the older members so they could help him since they were a bit more experienced while the '00 liners practiced together. Chan thought that the four middle members could use the time to settle their differences while helping each other.

"Jesus, do you know how to enunciate? You sound like you're trying to talk with a bunch of marbles in your mouth." Younger Jisung tells Hyunjin as he pauses the music.

Hyunjin clenches his fist, looking up at the stained ceiling as he tries to calm himself down. Both Seungmin and Felix squirm uncomfortably as they can sense yet another fight between the two oldest in the room.

"I am trying. Maybe if you actually try to teach me instead of sitting on your ass we could move on." Hyunjin breathes through his teeth.

"I don't know what you want me to do, Hyunjin. I can't teach talent."

"Teach talent? I'm going to teach you something in a second if you don't shut up." Hyunjin slightly crumbles the lyric sheet in his hand.

"How can you teach me anything? The only reason you're even at this company is because someone just happened to think you're pretty. They got lucky that you can actually dance." Younger Jisung stands up.

"Hey Han, that's not--"

"Hey, Felix, how about you talk to me when you can string together a proper sentence in Korean." Younger Jisung snaps, turning around to face Felix. "Do you want me to say that slower? In English maybe?"

"Wow, you were a jerk." Little not-you says.

"Please don't. I'm already dying inside." Present-day Jisung groans.

"Jisung--"

"What, Seungmin? What are you two even doing here? You're writing in your diary again and Felix is practicing to read at a second-grade level."

"Leave Felix alone, Han."

"Why don't you hop off my dick and focus on rapping better, Hyunjin?"

"Rap better?" Hyunjin scoffs, "Why don't you focus on dancing better, maybe we would actually debut."

"Do you two have to have this argument every day?"

"Shut up, Seungmin!" They shout in unison, causing the youngest of the quartet to wince.

"I promise you, my dancing isn't an issue. Why are you even here? Chan only asked you to be in the group because you're such a clear visual."

"Say one more thing about me being pretty or a visual. I dare you." Hyunjin steps closer, closing the gap between them.

"I'm going to get Chan hyung," Felix says getting up from his spot and running out the door.

"Yeah, go ahead and run to dad, Felix!"

"Leave him alone, Jisung," Hyunjin warns.

"Oh, you're using my first name. I'm real scared."

"Can you two just stop fighting and take this seriously? We're supposed to be training for next week's evaluations." Seungmin gets up from his spot and walks over to Hyunjin and younger Jisung. He knows they're not going to start fighting physically, but with the way they've been at each other's throats recently, it's only a matter of time.

"I am taking this seriously! And I feel like I'm the only one who is."

"Can we go home?" Present Jisung asks, having enough of being in the past. He looks down at little not-you. They're staring at the scene, refusing to look away.

"Do you think you were a jerk back then because you were scared?" They ask, completely ignoring Jisung.

Younger Chan bursts into the room with Felix in tow just as younger Jisung pushes Hyunjin. Felix grabs Hyunjin just before he can push Jisung back. Chan walks over to Jisung and holds him back, just in case.

"What would I have been scared of?" Jisung tries to let go of little not-you's hand but they tighten their grip.

The scene continues to play out in front of them but no sound comes. The four remaining members pour into the room, trying to see what's going on. Chan is yelling, causing some of the younger members to wince while Hyunjin and younger Jisung glare at each other. Jisung can barely remember the speech that Chan gave that day. But he remembers it weighing on his mind for a while. Something about them having to get their shit together.

"You were lonely back in Malaysia. You came back to Korea to train. You made friends with Chan and Changbin while you guys did 3racha and then you were put into a trial group with six other people and you felt like it could work."

"What does that have to do with--"

"But you also felt that a lot of the other members weren't putting in the same amount of effort as you and that would have been the group's downfall. You were a jerk to everyone in your group because you were scared that the trial group was going to be your only chance at debuting. You trained for a little bit but you didn't want to be one of those trainees who were training for a large chunk of their life."

"Wait a second--"

"Ah, I have to take you back." Little not-you pulls towards the door the members just walked through.

Jisung takes one more look at his younger self as he crosses the threshold. His tense jaw, squinted eyes, gritted teeth--He remembers that ander. He remembers feeling that angry all the time back then. It slowly consumed him during his training days. It even consumed him the first couple of years after they debuted. It was almost like his best friend, the anger.

"What was the point in those two memories?" Jisung asks as he finally wiggles his hand out of little not-you's grasp.

"It's a secret," Little not-you sing songs as they explore Jisung’s room.

“Hey, kid, tell me,” He runs his hand through his hair, getting frustrated, “why did you make me relive those moments?”

“You didn’t relive them! You watched. Like a TV show.” Little not-you hops onto Jisung’s bed.

“I’m going to start swearing,”

“No!”

“Tell me!”

Little not-you pouts, crossing their arms. Having enough, Jisuung walks over to his bed and picks up little not-you. He doesn’t think about the fact that he’s holding a ghost or that he held hands with one earlier. His main concern is going back to sleep and trying to push the rest of the night out of his head.

He sets little not-you down at his desk before stomping back to his bed. He climbs under his covers, pulling his blanket over his head. His heart, which feels like it never stopped racing, begins to settle in his chest. He’s overwhelmed, yes, but the feeling of his weighted blanket on his body and thick comforter on his bed starts to make him feel better as he lies in his safety cocoon.

Jisung loved living in Malaysia, but some moments of it were repressed in the deepest crevices of his mind. He only liked to remember the good parts like going to the mall and eating some of his favorite dishes while joking with his friends. He never wanted to think about the people who made him want to leave. Who made his life hell. And while he tried to forget, he regretted everything thing about his pre-debut, trainee self. He knew he was in the wrong most of the time. None of his members deserved any of that.

“‘I'm clearly not needed here anymore.’” Jisung hears a little voice say.

“What?” He asks, not taking the blanket off of his head.

“That’s what you said yesterday when you got into an argument with your group members, right?” The voice gets closer.

“…What does that have to do with anything?” Jisung thinks. None what what he just saw has anything to do with what happened yesterday. Right?

“I can’t tell you that. I already broke one rule and Marley is scary when they’re mad. Just think about it. I have to go now. Your next visitor should be here soon."

And just like that, the room is still. The only sound, other than his breathing, that Jisung can hear is the low, muffled hum from the heater. The heat from the room and the weight of the blanket quickly force him to drift back to sleep.

***

KNOCK, KNOCK

"I'm throwing out those fucking sleeping pills, I swear to god," Jisung mumbles to himself as he stumbles out of bed. He looks up at the clock on his desk.

2:45 am

At least he got a bit of sleep this time. Still, exhausted both mentally and physically, he crawls to his bedroom door to let in the next ghost.

"Since you guys are ghosts, can't you just...walk through the doors or something?" He groans as he collapses to the floor.

"Believe me, I wish we could, but we're not allowed to anymore. Gave one too many people heart attacks. Marley would rip us a new one if we scared another person to death." Jisung's ears perk up at the sound of your voice.

He quickly looks up to find you, no another not-you staring up at him. It's you, exactly how you look now, but with some sort of wreath-like flower crown on your head and a weird green fuzzy robe. On a normal person, the outfit would look weird, but you make it work.

Note to self, find out in real life for Y/n. Jisung thinks.

"You've killed people?" Jisung gulps, suddenly scared of what he's gotten himself into.

"Well not intentionally. I'm like the least threatening ghost. Well, after baby Past. Marley and Future on the other hand..." New not-you crouches down to Jisung's level.

"Past? Future? Does that make you the ghost of Christmas present?" He sits up, making eye contact with the new not-you. He can't help but smile while looking into your eyes. Their eyes? Does this count as cheating?

"Yeah, but present as in 'here and now.' Not as in gift."

"I know the difference!"

"Okay, Mr. Grumpy. Jeez, you wouldn't believe how many people don't. I your file said you were a member of something called baboracha so I thought I'd help you out a bit," New not-you stands up and stretches out a hand for Jisung. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time left. Future is super punctual and I already wasted most of our time."

Jisung hesitantly takes the hand of the new not-you. Once his hand is in theirs, he's promptly yanked up and through the door. In a few seconds, he's suddenly standing in the corner of one of the practice rooms of the new JYPE building. All of his members lay in various states of exhaustion around the room, panting. Chan sits in the middle, legs stretched out in front of him as he leans back on his arm with his head facing the ceiling. Both Seungmin and Jeongin lay supine with their bodies stretched out like starfish. Hyunjin lays flat on his stomach, almost like roadkill. Minho rests on his side, staring motionlessly at the mirror. Changbin sits, leaning against the wall while Felix rests his head on him. All seven of them are drenched in sweat.

"Holy shit, they're all so hot! What do they feed you here--who the fuck is that?" New not-you points directly at Changbin, "I wish I was human. The things I would do... Marley frowns on possession but 30 minutes alone with him would be worth an eternity of Marley's wrath."

"Can you please not say that while you look and sound exactly like Y/n?" Jisung pleads.

"Why? Does it make you jealous? I'd spend some time with you too, Jisungie. Don't worry." New not-you smirks, causing him to blush.

I like this ghost the least of all. He thinks.

Jisung looks at his group members. He left the venue around 9. If it really is the present, that means they've been practicing for the past 5 hours. Jisung gets a twinge of pain in his chest at that thought. He went home to sleep comfortably in his bed while they stayed to work.

"Since you're the ghost of the present, that means it's 2 am for them too, right?" He asks, trying to change the subject.

"I thought you were supposed to be smart."

Jisung presses his lips together to stop himself from saying something rude. He knows that the ghost isn't you, but the fact that they have your face stops him from hurting their feelings. He's having trouble separating the two.

"Do...do you think...he's really going...to leave?" Felix asks through breaths.

The room stays silent for a moment. Everyone has been thinking the same thing since Jisung stormed out of rehearsal. Throughout their late dinner, travel to the JYPE building and new practice, the same question loomed over all of them. And yet, Felix is the only one who is brave enough to say anything.

"I don't think so. But at the same time, he's so fucking stubborn that he might actually do it." Seungmin finally answers.

"I didn't mean to hurt his feelings like that. I didn't think he would--I was just mad. He wasn't supposed to take me seriously, that idiot." Hyunjin says softly.

"I get his anger though. He constantly feels like a shit boyfriend because he has to cancel on Y/n a lot or miss out on things because of work. This trip was really important to him. I know he hates disappointing Y/n." Minho explains.

Jisung has spent so much time venting to Minho about his struggles with his job and dating you because he knows that Minho would just listen. He couldn't tell you about any of it. He knows you'd feel guilty and suggest breaking up so he could feel less stress. You wouldn't want him to give up his career for you. Not when you see how much joy creating and performing brings him. He has no idea how you're going to react to him leaving the group.

"I think he just needs some time off. The last comeback was hard for him and he was back to his old self this comeback but we haven't had a proper break in a while. We'll just perform without him tomorrow and then after New Year's we can all sit down and talk seriously about this." Chan, always being the voice of reason, says calmly. In reality, he's panicking.

He hasn't felt this much panic since the group went from nine to eight. And before that, he hadn't felt this stressed since the survival show when there were only seven of them left. Not that any of his members knew. He was good at bottling all that in, not wanting to worry his members. Losing Jisung meant more than losing a member. While he felt the same about all his members, viewing them as his kids more than coworkers, losing Jisung also meant losing a little brother, a co-producer, a part of him.

"What are we going to do if he does leave?" Jeongin asks this time.

"Don't think about that Yongbokkie--Ah, I mean In." Changbin groans at his slip-up, earning tired laughs from the other members.

"Really? Even now?" The youngest member sits up, glaring at Changbin.

"He is on my lap. I am looking at his face. It was--"

"I don't care. Stop speaking to me, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired of your voice. Next time you speak, I'm hitting you."

"I think we've had enough fighting for one day," Minho warns as he laughs.

"If he does end up leaving, we'll rebuild. We'll have to. He wouldn't want us to completely fall apart without him. He might think that now, but once he snaps out of it, he'd feel guilty about it." Chan speaks up.

"Yeah but wouldn't he feel like shit if we don't fall apart? Like we actually don't need him?" Hyunjin sits up this time, looking at Chan with a guilty face.

"I won't. I promise I won't because I get it. I was there the first time we lost a member. I get if--I... fuck." Jisung says through wet eyes. He's not sure when he started crying or why. But watching his group members overwork themselves and even worry about him when they have every right to be mad gets to him.

"They can't hear you, Jisungie." New not-you reminds him.

"Goddamn it--"

"C'mon, we have to go." New not-you grabs Jisung's hand and pulls him away from the practice room.

"Where could you possibly be taking me now?" He asks as he whiles the tears from his eyes with the back of his free hand.

"Well, I was also supposed to take you to see a few of your fans and even your precious Y/n. But I came late and we're cutting it close to Future's time and let's just say the last time I did that, it wasn't so pretty."

When Jisung pulls his hand away from his face he sees that he's surrounded by the darkness of his room again. He lets go of the new not-you's hand and paces around his room. His heart is pounding impossibly fast in his chest, punching his ribcage. His thoughts going a mile a minute. If he doesn't calm down soon, he's going to work himself up into a panic attack.

"I don't need to go to the future. I get it now!" He blurts out in desperation.

"Oh really? Care to share with the class what you learned, Jisungie?"

"That I'm just causing problems for everyone if I leave." He stops pacing.

"Because?" New not-you walks closer to him, making Jisung stumble back.

"Because...because I'm a selfish dumbass."

"Oh, so close, Sungie. I guess you have to go to detention with Future after all. Make sure you pay attention this time. You already have all the answers that you need."

New not-you presses an ice-cold kiss to Jisung's cheek before completely vanishing from the room, leaving him confused and alone. He drops to his knees, clutching his head in his hands as he tries to process the events of the past couple of hours.

***

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNO--

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" Jisung sighs as he pulls himself off the floor. He's slightly calmer than he was a few moments ago.

At this point, Jisung wants to get this nightmare over with so he can fix everything. He pulls open the door to find a cloaked figure hovering in front of him. The hood of the cloak completely covers their face, but Jisung is sure you're face is hidden under there.

"Okay, out with it. What's your whole gimmick? You're the ghost of the future so you're going to show me how bad life is after I left, right?" Jisung asks, crossing his arms. He's completely over this nightmare.

The cloaked figure stares back at him, unwavering. The ominous quiet coming from the cloaked ghost sends a chill down Jisung's spine. Something about this ghost just feels different, and he doesn't like it.

"Cat got your tongue or something?" Jisung tries to joke. Still, the cloaked ghost just stays unmoving.

"Ahem," Jisung nervously chews on his bottom lip, "so I guess I'll just,"

Jisung walks through the door, giving up on trying to make any conversation with the ghost. As he walks through the door, he's transported to one of the hallways in the JYPE building. More specifically, the hallway where the 3racha studio is.

Future starts floating away from Jisung as they make their way through the hallway. Jisung slightly jogs to keep up. He takes in his surroundings as he walks. He sees the familiar posters of Day6, GOT7, Stray Kids, Miss A, TWICE, and NMIXX that are equally spaced along the walls. He also sees some posters of groups and solo artists he doesn't recognize.

Of course, you don't recognize them, it's the future. He thinks to himself.

He freeze when his eyes land on the door to the 3racha studio. He wonders if Chan and Changbin are inside right now, working on something. He wonders if they're struggling without him. Or if they're doing better without him. If they're able to get more work done without him there.

His concentration breaks when an unfamiliar face walks out of the room. He wears the same tired expression that Jisung has seen a million times on other idol's faces. One that he recognizes could only be earned from hours of frustrated writing pressured by looming deadlines. One that Chan often wears.

Did they replace me? He questions. No, they wouldn't.

He shakes the thought out of his head as he runs over to the elevator where Future and the new person are waiting. The door closes just as he slides in. The elevator plays music he's never heard before, no doubt from one of the new JYP artists.

Would this count as plagiarism if I released this in the present? He wonders.

He can't help be let his eyes wander over to the stranger. If he's someone who is currently training at JYP, he wouldn't be able to tell you. There are too many of them and out of desperation to try to debut, a lot of them start to mimic the style of debuted artists and they all look like clones of each other. It's quite scary actually.

He takes in the appearance of the artist. He's wearing a bucket hat and black sweatpants with a matching hoodie. By the size of his backpack, he must have been living in that studio for a few days. There's a pin on his backpack that reads CLxVxR.

Is that a brand? Is it Clover? Clever?

DING

The elevator lands on the ground floor. Mystery Idol walks over to the cafeteria as Future floats in the other direction. Curious about his new possible replacement, Jisung wants to follow him to learn more about him. He knows better, the sooner he finishes with the future, he can get back to the present, wake up, and fix everything.

Jisung quickly walks over to where Future stands, next to the plaque of all of the JYPE artists that debuted. Curious, he looks up at the list, reading the few names of new artists that were added. The most recent one debuted in 2044.

"2044? How far into the future are we?" He turns to ask Future, of course to no avail.

He turns to look at the list again. He furrows his eyebrows as his eyes glance over a familiar name.

CLxVxR February 29, 2024-

"What?" He mutters to himself.

Puzzled, his eyes fly up the list stopping only when they settle on the name he was looking for.

Stray Kids March 25, 2018- February 17, 2024

"No," He gasps.

He turns around to face Future, hoping for some sort of confirmation that what he is looking at is true. Still, the ghost remains silent, staring at Jisung with their cloaked face.

Jisung's palms start to feel cool and clammy as his heart rate begins to speed up. Too many thoughts flood his mind as he looks around the lobby. The poster of Stray Kids that once sat in the lobby is now replaced with a new group. All the staff members and trainees that walk around are unfamiliar to him, making him feel more anxious.

Air, I need air!

Jisung quickly runs out of the building, trying to calm himself down. Jisung doubles over, gasping for air. If he doesn't breathe, he might actually die in this dream hellscape he brought himself to. He looks around, trying to find something, anything to ground him but the landscape isn't helping. The buildings are all unfamiliar. Restaurants have new names, shops have new designs, and the cars on the street are unrecognizable. The tears on his face begin to freeze as the cool winter air and snow freeze them.

"JiJi! Come here!" A familiar voice calls.

Jisung's head whips around, trying to find where you are. You shouldn't be able to see him. He's not actually here but, you still call him. His eyes finally land on you. You're facing him, waving while holding a bouquet. He doesn't hesitate to run to you. He stops when he's standing right in front of you.

You still look like you, only older. Your hair is a little shorter and has some white strands that suit you. Your face looks the same only with a few wrinkles. Smile lines mostly. Signs of a happy life. But overall, you still look like you, and for that, Jisung was relieved.

His smile drops when he realizes that your same, warm eyes are looking past him. Not at him. He slowly turns around to see who you're really looking at. All he can see is a child running towards the pair of you.

"Eomma!" The little boy runs up to you and wraps his arms around your leg.

"Jiho, did you run away from appa again?" You say to the little boy.

"Yeah! But only because Sang-hee fell in the snow and won't stop crying." He pouts. He has your face. Almost as if he's a carbon copy of you.

"Did she fall or did you push her?" You ask with a soft smile.

"She fell! And she only fell because she slipped while trying to hold my hand when I told her I didn't want to."

"Jiho, Sang-hee is only 6. She was probably trying to hold your hand so you wouldn't fall and get hurt like she did."

"Yeah, but I'm 8! I'm a big kid! I don't need to hold anyone's hand."

"You still need to hold mine or appa's hand when you cross the street. Until you're at least 10 or a little taller."

"I am tall!" he yells, getting on his tiptoes. Jisung can't help but laugh. It reminds him of something Changbin would do.

"Sorry, Jagiya. I tried to give you your space but Jiho ran off when I was checking on Sang-hee." A new, unfamiliar voice says. Jisung quickly turns around to see who could be calling you Jagiya.

He's met with a man he's never met before. He's taller and looks a little older. Dread begins to fill Jisung's body as he quickly realizes what happened.

"Hell, I'm in hell." He says quickly.

"It's okay, I'm almost done here. And then the four of us can go to dinner." You smile softly at your husband.

Jisung stumbles back, staring at your tiny family in horror. He watches as your son walks over to his father--your husband--a man who is not him. His heart shatters in his chest, providing some relief from the relentless beating it's been doing all day. He watches as you quietly place the bouquet beside the others on the floor that he didn't realize were there. Your small smile is gone as you suck in your lower lip. Your chin trembles for a bit.

"Are you okay Eomma?" Your daughter asks from her father's arms.

"Eomma is okay, Sang-hee. Let's go," You wipe your face before turning to face your husband and children with a new smile on your face. Jisung can tell that only half of it is real. The other half is fake. A show you put on to not worry your family.

Your husband sets your daughter on his shoulders, using his right hand to hold onto her leg. His left hand is free to hold yours, your left hand being occupied by your son's.

Jisung tries to turn around, to leave, and to find his way back to the present. To stop whatever happened from happening only to be stopped by Future.

"I saw what you wanted me to see. I get it now! Let me go so I can fix it!" He shouts, hot tears pouring down his face, melting the frozen ones.

Future continues to say nothing. Instead, they raise a hand, their find pointing outward. Jisung looks to see what they're pointing at, only to find the pile of flowers you were just interacting with. Confused, Jisung turns back to Future, trying to get some sort of explanation.

Woosh

A small gust of wind blows past them as a car speeds by, causing the hood to fall off of Future's head. Jisung takes a few steps back in horror as Future's face is revealed to be nothing more than a skeleton.

"Oh, what the fuck?" He breathes. He can only hope that Future's skeleton isn't yours.

Still as a statue, Future continues to point at the flowers, urging Jisung too. Wanting to look at anything else, he complies. He turns his full body to the pile of flowers. As he steps closer, he realizes that it's not a pile of flowers as his own face stares back at him. No, not his face exactly. A picture of his face when he was younger. Maybe one or two years after debut.

"What?" He looks around at everything around his picture. There's more than just frostbitten flowers. There are snow-covered Han Quokkas, slightly burnt candles, and old concert pickets. He kneels to the floor, picking a flower from your bouquet, a forget-me-not, taking in this new information.

He died. You moved on because he died. You didn't leave him because he left the group. That he could live with. Partly. His eyes fall on a strange patch of snow. He quickly brushes it away to see what could possibly be under there. All he finds is a bronze plaque that reads:

Han Ji-Sung

Beloved brother, son, producer, singer, rapper, and Stray Kid

September 14, 2000- December 23, 2024

"No," He mutters to himself. He turns his head to Future, who is now beside him.

"This has to be a mistake. I can't die in a year!" He pleads.

Still Future remains silent.

"Let me go back! I can fix this. I won't leave! I get it now! They need me! Chan hyung, Minho Hyung, Changbin hyung, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Y/n, they all need me," He sniffles, "A-and I need them too! I get that now. I won't take that for granted. P-please, take me back."

The landscape changes and they're suddenly in a cemetery. Jisung's heart, which appears to have mended itself and started beating again, pounds loudly in his chest. Even if Future started talking now, the only thing he'd be able to hear is the beating of his own heart. In front of him is an open grave and a headstone with his name on it.

"I take it back!" He shouts as he turns around to Future.

"I take back everything I said!"

Future hovers towards Jisung, causing him to take a step back.

"Please, just take me back to the present and I promise not to complain ever again."

Step

"I--I'll be the first one in and last one out of the studio and practice room!"

Step

"I'll do more mc gigs!"

Step

"Please, I don't want anything to change. Just let me go back--"

Slip

Jisung loses his footing and falls into the empty grave.

***

Jisung springs awake, gasping for air.

His room is bright as the sun pokes through the window, letting him know that his nightmare is finally over. A nightmare, that's all it was. Right?

He runs his hands through his hair. As he looks around his room. Everything looks just as he left it the night before. His eyes settle on the sleeping pills he took the night before. He slowly gets out of bed, feeling exhausted, and grabs the pill bottle. He leaves his room, walking straight to the bathroom he shares with Hyunjin. He opens the toilet bowl and pours the entire contents of the bottle before flushing it.

"Never fucking again," He mumbles as he tosses the now-empty bottle in the trash.

He stares at himself in the mirror. He looks like shit. His eyes have thick, dark circles around them. His face is puffier than he likes and his hair is all over the place. He rubs his eyes as he turns the faucet, allowing the water to get a little warm before splashing his face with the slightly cool water. Still unable to shake the nightmare from his mind, he decided to take a shower. Hoping the warm water will allow him to clear his mind.

It had to be a dream. There's no possible way he could have time-traveled. It's just not possible. Two ghosts and a spirit that looked exactly like you and another ghost that resembled the Grim Reaper didn't visit him last night to psychologically torture him. He just swallowed an expired sleeping pill that took him on a bad trip fueled by his guilt. It's the same as if he took an allergy pill and saw the hat man. None of that is real.

Jisung walks back into his room. One towel hugs his waist while another one sits on his head. He feels a little after his shower, but not 100% back to his normal self. As he slowly begins to get dressed, he also starts to pack a suitcase. He still plans to fly out to you, even if it means having to fly on Christmas day.

A chill runs through Jisung's spine as his eyes land on a forget-me-not flower on his desk, right next to the snowglobe that little not-you was playing with in his dream.

"Shit," He breathes, quickly realizing that it wasn't a dream.

He licks his lips as he thinks about what to do. He runs over to his bed, throwing pillows, blankets, and clothes around while looking for his phone. Finally finding it, he wakes it up and checks the date and time.

24 December 2023

3:04 pm

He still has time.

He quickly orders a car and finishes getting ready. Everyone should be at the JYPE building getting ready for the show. If he gets there now, he'll have enough time to fix everything. He'll get down on his hands and knees if he has to. He just needs to change the future.

"Ha, yeah, it's that easy," He scoffs at himself.

"Han? What are you--"

"I'm so sorry for throwing a fit like a complete fucking idiot. I'm sorry for making you all worry. I'm sorry for blaming Felix and Jeongin. I'm sorry for everything I said behind your backs when I was going home in a fit of rage. I'm sorry--"

"Han, get up," Chan says softly to the younger man.

In Jisung's defense, he had an entire speech that he planned out in his head while he was being driven to the rest of his members. A decent one that would win awards if it was said in a movie. But when he walked into the room where everyone was in various stages of getting ready, he couldn't but drop to his hands and knees to grovel and beg for forgiveness. It was pitiful really, everyone in the room could agree.

"Hyung, 'm sorry. I don't want to leave the group. I was just mad." He whimpers, looking up at his leader with tearful eyes.

"Jagiya, get up," Minho calls from the makeup chair he's sitting in.

Jisung shakes his head before he presses it to the floor again.

"H-hey," Felix gets up from his spot on the couch, "Han, it's okay. We understand. None of us are mad at you."

"Annoyed maybe, but not mad," Changbin adds.

Chan finally manages to get Jisung up from the floor and pulls him into a hug. The rest of the members follow suit, much to the make artists' dismay. Soon, Jisung is surrounded by all of his members in a suffocating sandwich.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Han. I didn't mean--" Hyunjin starts.

"It's okay, I know."

The pile separates and the boys are pulled in all sorts of directions as they're back in getting ready mode. Jisung stands awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"I want to perform with you guys tonight if that's okay." He says loudly as he wipes his face clean.

"Not...not to start another fight, but are you sure you can?" Seungin asks while getting his hair done.

"He practiced with us long enough yesterday and for once was the only one who had his shit together. No offense," Jeongin adds.

"None taken," He lets the backhanded compliment roll off his back.

"I see nothing wrong with it if he feels ready. We didn't change anything so it should be fine." Minho adds.

Jisung lets out a sigh of relief as everyone agrees to let him join them. He's quickly grabbed by one of the stylists as they scramble to get him ready, he's behind schedule compared to everyone else. And just like that, almost everything felt right in the world.

"Not to add any pressure on anyone, but we have some very important guests in the audience tonight," Chan says while the boys are huddled together backstage.

The MCs are busy interviewing ATEEZ, who just finished performing. Stray Kids should be up next. Everyone is already nervous, still feeling under-prepared for tonight.

"Pd-nim is here?" Changbin asks, annoyed.

"Yeah, but that's not who I'm talking about." Chan pats' Changbin's back.

"Then who?" Jisung asks while fiddling with his hand mic.

"Our families, including our significant others." Chan beams.

"I'm going to throw up," Seungmin says suddenly.

"Wait? Y/n is here?" Jisung pokes his head through the wing of the stage, scanning the audience to find you. A large toothy smile consumes his face when he finds you and your parents.

"Pd-nim felt bad about the scheduling mix-up and ruining the holidays so he paid for all of them to be here," Chan explains as some of the boys get bouncy with excitement while others become nervous.

"The Grinch's heart grew?" Changbin adds, earning a slap in the back of the head. Chan gives him a look, reminding him to be mindful of where he is.

"Cool, I'm still going to throw up," Seungmin leans on Jeongin for support.

"Hyung, if you throw up on me, I will punch you," Jeongin warns.

"I think the stylist might kill him first," Minho quips.

"It's fine. We got this. You guys practiced for like 5 hours after I left. If anything, I should be nervous. You all got this." Han says, patting Seungmin on the head.

"How do you know that?" Felix asks. The boys look at each other, unsure of who told him how long they practiced. They were in silent agreement not to tell him so he wouldn't feel bad and start crying again.

"I...lucky guess? Oh look, ATEEZ is coming off the stage." Jisung says quickly, pointing as Hongjoong leads his members off the stage.

Jisung breathes, relieved that his distraction worked. He's unsure how or if he's going to tell them that he traveled time. Maybe that's something he should keep for himself. They might think stress has gotten to him and force him into a hiatus.

The nerves quickly leave all of their bodies as they all walk out onto the stage. Jisung makes eye contact with you and bows to your parents as he takes his position. The bright smile on your face lets him know that everything is going to be okay.

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.. egotistical .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. angst, smut (w some plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) (‘y/n’ usage) synopsis. you were too cocky, so jaehyun decided to put an end to that superiority complex you seemed to illude. wc. 2.3k cw. yandere!jaehyun, brat taming dom!jaehyun, bratty sub!reader tw. cursing, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘idiot’, ‘trash’, ‘lowlife’, ‘whore’, ‘slut’), mentions stabbing, reader is such a bad person ngl, degradation (smutty terms and not so smutty terms), manhandling, slight strength kink, blood, pet names (‘honey’, ‘baby’), slapping, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), dirty talk (js jae tbh), dacryphilia, nipple play, daddy kink, sucking on fingers, dumbification, breeding, biting, hickeys a/n. fifth work for jae’s birthday! omg i literally couldn’t stand writing the mc, but i love this and i think it turned out PHENOMENAL 🥳

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in the most condescending way possible, “Really? Were you dropped on the head as a baby? Are you really so stupid as to think I’d be able to fall in love with someone like… Well, like you?”

God, you made his blood BOIL. You were such a fucking bitch, he just wanted to smack you, smack some damn sense into your smartass. You were so conceited, it irked every bone in his body. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d said something like that to him, it wasn’t much different from anything else you’ve ever said to him, really. I mean, anything along the lines of “How could someone with as much to offer as me be with such a lowlife?” Or maybe even something like “You fucking idiot, are you seriously degrading me so much as to say I’m worthy of being with trash like you?” Sometimes it’d even be “Oh, so now you’re calling me ugly?”

You’d take his eagerness to be with you as an insult to yourself because he was nothing to you, not even near the level you were on. You were so great because you were rich, that’s fucking it. All your confidence and cockiness and ego built up over years, it was all because of the amount of green you had to your name. Fucking pathetic, that’s what that was.

Sure, he did love you. More than he can even put into words. But he loathed you all the same.

I mean, you insult him, call him names, bully him into some puny form of obedience like some trained mutt, you’re awful to him. He just loves your beauty, that’s all he can really say about you anymore because he hates that wretched personality of yours. Something’s gonna have to change about that if he’d ever want to see himself with you for the rest of his life again, without stabbing you fifteen times for one single comment.

“Why is it that you have to insult me all the time?” he finally spoke up, causing your laughter to echo through the halls as you strutted along, not paying much attention to his rageful gaze burning holes into the back of your head.

“Are they really insults? Honey, I feel I’m just speaking facts here. You are a nobody to me, nothing but a mutt that I simply bend in whatever way I choose to,” you weren’t even phased by his question, heels clicking on the hardwood floor up until you stopped in front of your door, pulling your keys out to unlock it before spinning around to look at him with an all-too-amused expression. “Besides, I find it really difficult to fall in love with anyone other than myself because I’m so fucking amazing.”

You stepped into your place as soon as the door was opened, but you were unable to close it, a foot being trapped between the door and the doorframe.

“Get your damn foot out of the door, what the hell is wrong with you?” you snorted, but then his hand found contact with the door, shoving it open all the way so he could walk inside. You were easily shoved with the door because of your weak frame, your strength was nothing compared to his. You watched him with narrowed eyes as he shut the door behind him gently, turning to you with those same rage-filled eyes that he gave you earlier. “Why the fuck do you think it’s a good idea for you to be in my dorm? Do you not have any common decency?”

“For being such a rich bitch, I’m surprised you chose to stay in the dorms,” he muttered, taking a few steps toward you until he could easily place his hands on either side of your torso, holding you in place, even as you started squirming in protest, an expression of disgust displayed quickly over your features. He was so close to you now that he could smell that whorish perfume you always wore that you claimed was so expensive but you really just bought it at a corner shop, your hot breath warmed his chilled lips, the blush spreading across your cheeks at such an intimate interaction was fully available for him to see now that you were directly in front of him, in his grasp.

“Unhand me, dickhead,” you punched at his chest as soon as you realized squirming wasn’t getting you anywhere, but he just laughed. His laugh was deep, low, it sent chills down your spine, your fists hesitating their movements, and eyes meeting his piercing ones. In an instant, you were picked up, practically thrown over his shoulder. You were fighting; kicking and screaming for him to let you go, put you down, at least, but he didn’t listen one bit. You had wound up in your bedroom, thrown onto your bed in the midst of the chaos. But as soon as you attempted to stand up, you were quickly pinned back down, a pair of lips locking with yours.

You struggled under his hold, his tongue bickering with yours in such a callous way that made you whimper underneath his strong hold. Soon, it became too much for you, losing your breath, desperate to be freed from his unforgiving grasp, you bit hard onto his bottom lip. His grip on your wrists only tightened as his lips moved against yours rougher now, the taste of metallic seeped into your mouth, more whines and soft cries falling from you as his knees assisted in spreading your legs apart so he could press his clothed cock against your already soaked panties, grinding against you until your skirt was fully lifted up and he could feel the moisture seeping through his pants.

Finally, he pulled his lips away from yours to smirk down at you, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips had become swollen, coated with the crimson that you caused to escape his own lips. His eyes trailed down your body to catch sight of the patch of wetness you transferred onto his pants, mumbling, “So you like being treated like a little whore, is that it?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you snapped, eyes locked with his, only for a second because you weren’t able to watch the cockiness bubbling inside him. “I-I’m no whore.”

“You’re my whore, how’s that, baby?” he leaned down toward your ear, lips brushing against your lobe as he seductively whispered. You subconsciously tilted your head so he would have more access to your neck. One of his hands left its grip on your wrist to trace down the center of your stomach until his fingers were able to slip into your panties, two fingers quickly curling inside you.

You let out a breathy gasp as your free hand grasped at his shirt, “N-no, Ja-Jae, please. St-stop it.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like this?” he hummed, leaving gentle kisses along your jawline. “Or do you want more? Is that the problem?”

You shook your head, unable to deny his question with your words. Every time you tried to speak, the air was only met with another choked-out moan from you.

“Jae, pl-please, don’t wa-wanna cum like this,” you cried, finally managing out a jumbled-together sentence with the last sane fiber of your being.

“You want my dick instead? It’s okay, baby, just say it. Say you want me to fuck you like the whore that you are,” he chuckled, adding a third finger into your cunt as soon as you began clenching around the first two. “I’ll give you what you want if you just ask nicely.”

“N-no,” you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, shaking your head over and over again, your brain scattered. “F-fine, fine. I-I want your dick, Jae, pl-please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of you to fumble with his pants, shoving them off of him, shirt coming off next. You wanted to help him, but you had so much shame built up inside you that all you could do was keep your eyes shut, waiting for him to make the next move. Your face was brightly flushed red, lips pink and swollen, remnants of wet droplets rolling down your cheeks.

He shoved your panties to the side, pushing his erect cock between your folds, hissing at the way your walls clung to him out of desperation. He had let go of your other wrist by now too, using that free hand to massage your boob from overtop your shirt as he slipped himself into your tight hole. You squealed as you covered your face with your small hands, which he allowed only until he had fully bottomed out, balls sloppily slapping against you as his pace was fast from the start. He grabbed your hands away from your face, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as the other pinched at your nipples.

You cried in pure pleasure, wincing from the level of bliss you were experiencing.

“Do you like this, bitch? Hm? Gonna admit that you like being treated like a whore yet? Gonna admit that you’re my whore yet?” he growled, smacking your cheek weakly, gripping your chin to force your head to the center, your eyes popping open to lock with his at the impact, which caused you to sniffle. “You’re letting such a lowlife, a loser, a piece of fucking garbage fuck you like a slut and you’re fucking loving every moment of it.”

“Don’ li-like,” you slurred, mind blurred and vision fuzzy as an overwhelming knot grew in your stomach.

He smacked that same cheek again, a soft cry falling from your parted lips, “Why can’t you just fucking tell me the truth, huh? Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?!”

“I-I’m so-sorry!” you squealed, a train of tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness from them stinging the newly reddened hand marks on your face. “I-I love this! Yo-your slut, your wh-whore! I-I’ll be whatever you want, daddy!”

A smirk formed on his face the moment he heard your words, the same three fingers he had inside of you not too long ago slipping past your lips and all the way into your mouth, choking you only a little before you began sucking on them out of comfort as your moans vibrated his flesh, eyes rolling back, head dizzying, legs trembling more and more with every thrust he made into you.

“Try acting all high and mighty when you talk to me now,” he scoffed, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, gagging you each time he pressed them down the back of your throat. “Every time you do that shit, I’m just gonna have to remind you what a good cumslut you are for me and fuck you stupid, just like this.”

You whimpered against his rough movements, yet you really were loving every moment of it. You choked out some incoherent phrases against his fingers, but no one would even be able to understand you by this point, you were long gone, losing yourself in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll fucking bleed my seed,” he groaned, teeth making contact with the skin on your neck in rough bites and sucks. You shook your head as soon as you heard his words, the thought of him cumming in you was too much for you to handle. You tried to shake him off you, but your panicked attempts were met with a dark chuckle as his fingers exited your mouth. “Go ahead, speak.”

“N-not inside,” you whined, more tears streaming down your face, leaving behind paths of moisture on top of the dried tears.

“Nonsense,” he snapped, smacking your face as harshly as the last two time combined. You cried loudly, squirming aggressively under him, but his hips didn’t slow down for even a second. His thrusts might’ve gotten sloppier, but his movements, if anything, got faster. “You’ll take everything I fucking give you with absolutely no complaints, do you understand, whore? You will take all my fucking cum and you won’t waste a single drop.”

“Pl-please, no, no!” you cried, yet your body was opposing your protests, shaking in pure esctasy. Giving up, your next phrase moaned loudly was, “Shi-hit, fill me up, daddy! Need your cum in me right now! Need it all!”

“So demanding,” he purred, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive bud as his mouth collided with yours. You cried against his lips, body convulsing violently underneath his strong body, head spinning. Soon, your warm cum soaked his cock, his own cum shooting out as strands inside you. He made sure he held you tightly in place with both hands gripping your hips to fuck his cum as deep as possible, head thrown back. Your own hands trailed along his perfectly toned abs out of curiosity, running along the bumps with a soft smirk falling over your beautifully curved up lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, popping out of your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing, missing his cock filling you up, feeling empty without him. He fell down onto the bed next to you, gazing over at your gorgeously glistening body, layers of sweat coating your delicate skin.

“We… had sex…” you shakily spoke out, too afraid to look over at him for even a second. You were ashamed of yourself and how you acted, and reacted, with him.

“I ruined that cocky ego of yours, huh?” he chuckled, sitting up to look down at you exhausted figure, now being in your line of vision.

You blinked repeatedly as you stared into his now cocky eyes, rolling yours, “You’re a douche, you know that?”

He laughed again, crawling back on top of you, causing your breath to quickly be caught in your throat, unable to spit out a reply to his disgustingly egotistical laugh.

“Oh, honey, I’ve only just started.”

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greatkittydream · 4 months

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@howlingday tell me if you like this

Ruby pov: It's alright, jaune. I will help you unlock your magic abilities. As she said this, her tale beat behind her a mile a minute

After the MEE scoring test, the bullying got worse against him Everyone from the weakest skeleton The strongest skeleton seemed to have it out for him Which kind of makes sense after all humans and vampires are The only ones that get along with each other. All the other monsters were hunted before the age of enlightened.

Jaune: Thanks, Ruby i-.

???: Owww. turning her head over. She saw the most pathetic bully in the school messing with a wear rabbit. Carter winchester His family comes from that of gargoyles pretended to be humans in the enlightenment era. And even before that. Well, it isn't my Is problem. He's not messing with my underling in my pack, so it should be fine.

Ruby: So any way ja-... Where'd he go.

Spinning her head at almost broke. She saw jonah somehow in front of this conflict before she had time to even recognize.

Jaune: Hey there's no need for violence.

Turning her head So quick, many would have thought she broke it she had no idea how he managed to get in front of Carter that quick or get past her without her noticing.

Carter: Human trash doesn't get to decide who is strong and not. And with a spurring backhand, he managed to hit. Jaune square on the nose, breaking it.

Dame it, now she had to get involved getting ready to transform. She was about to tear this boys head of when jaune mana Released, it's not uncommon for people untrained to release other Mana. One damaged as a deterrence but what came out of him was.

An oppressive presence it was a dark miasthma for those That can see manna this was not what you would normally see it's typically clear In light, his was nothing but a black Miasthma, that felt as if it was death itself. Trying to grab you, it was Viscus, too. It was touchable if you were to walk through it. It would be as if you were swimming through water in the air. It is in the worst part of all. It reached from corner to corner of the lunch room. Everyone that felt it had every instinctual part of their brains. Screaming to run worst of all for the ware beasts everything in their brain Said run. run As far as you can as fast as you can if you want to live. Ruby herself was shaking hers was a bit different. It was more like submit to the new leader of their group. She wanted nothing more than get on her knees and beg to live.

Standing up and looking carter in The eyes carter full will expected to die any moment

Jaune: I'm sorry for any trouble. She may have caused you. But we don't have to resort to violence. As he said these words, the mana immediately went back into him, behaving as if it was sentient, the atmosphere immediately got lighter.

Carter: y-ya, well, I was getting bored anyway. Let's go. And with that, his group of goons left with that trying to save face.

Walking back over, jaune sat back down at the lunch table With ruby Lucky for him none of his teammates nor ruby were there.

Jaune: That was so scary. I thought I was going to die for a moment. Thank god he could be talked out of it.

Ruby: ya Hey remind me never to make you mad again.

Tell me if this is bad or not new to writing Also I think ruby when in werewolf form will think and talk like this ruby: bitch he's mine Also I think in this ruby should be a bit more obsessive and territorial about things She likes for example her friends And yang could be a bit more greedy cause you know dragons hord.

#jaune arc #monster school au

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coldbrewreid · 11 months

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Falling the hard way.

[ Spencer reid x reader ]

WARNINGS: lots of mentions of anorexia, overexhaustion, professor - student relationship, sickly thin reader

note: this is how i cope, if you feel triggered by any of these please dont read. also, i am in no way trying to romanticise eating disorders.

Summary: when you joined university, you thought it would be different than highschool, but you were wrong. The bullying stayed, making you relapse anorexia. Dr. Spencer Reid’s eyes worryingly go after you everywhere.

[READERS POV]

Another semester is ahead of me, today is the first day of new beginnings. You already went there for a year or so, but this time everything changed. As I pulled the clothes on my slim body, with coffee in hand, I left my apartment. Everyone was treating me differently since I lost a lot of weight.

Some with fascination, some with frustration, but non with worry. Until this day. First lesson for the day was criminology, so I rushed to the room filled with some students already. All that hurry made me really dizzy, so after finding my seat, I took some more sips from my iced americano. I left it in the fridge yesterday, it was still good thought. When an unknown middle aged man walked into the room, my eyes widened. Who is this dude, and where’s our old teacher? She wasn’t that tempting as this fine man was.

- Good morning Students! My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. As you might know, unfortunately Dr. Flamming died yesterday. - He sighed, then look around a bit. We locked eyes for a moment, and it almost made me as dizzy as pe classes did back in highscool. His beautiful hazel brown eyes struck into me like lighting, leaving me scarred for the rest of my life. I can’t have him. First of all, he’s my professor, second of all, he’s like fourty- and last but not least: I’m fucked up. I wouldn’t be able to recover if somebody was watching over me, waiting to fatten me up so they can make fun of me. I have to do this on my own.

He started teaching, this time we talked about trigger. How criminals get sucked into, and destroy their life for something that happened to them. I have been only bad with myself, so no jail for me. Maybe the mental hospital would be a good idea, but I’m not even sick enough for that..Will I ever be?

I saw the girls, even some boys were already amazed by Dr. Reid. No way I would ever have a chance with someone like him.

I stood up way too fast, when the class was over. I wanted to go out for a cigarette, so I can clear my head. Ruining my plans, my vision went blurry, and my stick legs gave up their duty. I fainted, like on those stupid eating disorder movies. How lame, I should know fucking better then this.

I woke up in a hospital, which already made me panic big time. I wanted to leave, but someone prevented me from doing so. I thought it was a nurse, but no. It was my criminology professor.

- Hey! Go easy now. You have to stay here. You are severely malnourished, but I think you are aware of that fact too. - He sighed, and soon a nurse came in too with…food.

- No thank you, I’m not hungry! I’m curious about when can I leave? - I said, sitting cross legged on the cheap bed.

- You can either have this meal young lady, or you can have the tubes again. - It’s the same nurse as five years ago. I hate my luck. I saw Dr. Reid was worried, so I took the plate. - Thanks. This was just a tiny slip up, I promise. I’m way better! - I said to the woman working here. She sent me a disbelieving scoff, and left the room.

- What a bitch. - I muttered, and picked up the plastic fork. Usually they give silver ones, but they know me already. Once I tried to attack a nurse who was trying to force feed me.

- She is just worried. We all are. - He started at me, volunteeringly watching me eat. - Do you want some help? I know it’s hard to get yourself to do it in this headspace.

- Don’t profile me. I like privacy when I’m eating. Okay? - I looked at him annoyed, but he only smiled a little. What a jerk!

- Absolutely not. I’m gonna sit here, and watch until you finish that. - He sat down, leaning forward to watch me play with my food.

- Are you into feederism or something? - I sighed, and slowly started eating, drinking some water after each bite.

- No, I’m not into eating disorders in general. Listen, you don’t know me. Why don’t you speak about your relapse? It’s easier to tell someone you hardly know. And maybe I can help. I’m pretty big into psychology as you could probably tell. - He chuckled a bit at the end, and god it was adorable.

I swallowed the food that was in my mouth, drink some more water, and started speaking again.

- Well, why not. It’s stupid tho. There was this phase in high school when I would hardly eat anything, and throwing up after I had something. It was because all of middle school, they bullied me for my size. They even pretended to like me, so they can wound me harder after I believed them. It was a nightmare. Anyways….I somehow recovered, and now I’m here again. I had some of my old friends tell me that I gained a lot of weight and that hit the spot probably. - I fought back tears at the end of my speech, I was embarrassed, mortified even.

- I saw your picture up on the university wall. You are one of the top students. You looked really pretty. Mesmerising. You weren’t even chubby. I realise they probably meant that in a positive way, meaning that you are glowing, you look healthy, and..yourself. But for a former anorexic, it’s really stupid to say that. A simple compliment would have been better. I’m so sorry. Come here. - He spread his arms, inviting me to a hug. I was very vulnerable, so I gave in.

- You did so well. So so well, and I’m really proud of you. I mean it. - He pat my head as soon as he let go of me, and I honestly thought I was in heaven.

#dr spencer reid angst #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #ed disorder #ed not sheeren

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Bad pets

Follows seamlessly after this piece on Angel and Lourdes, narrowly escaping recapture... or did they, really??

Developed with and written for @wildfaewhump - I do hope Lourdes is captured (pun not intended) well in this, I love them so much.

Content / warnings : BBU, BBU recapture, creepy whumper, whumper pov, referenced noncon (romantic training), referenced facility whump. Just some nasty people enjoying their nasty job.

Piers Scott was the sort of man others easily considered a bully; which was probably confirmed by how little that reputation bothered him. He was tall, broad around the shoulders, and the sort of heavy that came from strength rather than from fat. Piers could throw most other people around with ease. And he liked doing just that.

To his own surprise and utmost delight, he'd found an employer who paid him well to do exactly what he loved, each day, on the clock. This year would mark his fifteenth anniversary as a WRU handler. He'd started in training Guards, done alright, aided by his ability to instill respect in the trainees; but quickly enough it turned out that he was best suited for the less... refined elements of Romantic training. Many of his colleagues excelled at building trainees up to match the high WRU standards and clients' even higher expectations. But to build them up anew, you first needed someone to tear down what was there.

Piers did that.

He worked in prep protocol, assisted with the delivery of effective punishment, fear-related conditioning, and often enough he got called out on the streets for acquisition or reacquisition jobs.

Usually, these were fun.

Today though, just as he was getting acquainted with their latest target, a tiny, sweet, beautifully fearful stray with huge wide eyes and soft brown skin, some blond bitch in a fancy blue coat had shown up and shushed him off, claiming to be their owner.

He didn't believe one word of it. Little Doe-Eyes had been perfectly designed to the taste of someone, and years of experience made him sure that this someone was not her.

"What a bitch," Fin mumbles next to him, as they step to their van, looking past the pet and her alleged owner. "There's something off about both of them, if you ask me."

The couple is kissing now, in the middle of the road, the pet on their tiptoes, the taller woman leaning in.

"I'd pay to watch them fuck," one of the junior handlers mumbles. "They're both hot."

Piers watches the woman, the way her posture shifts, the way she curves her back and tilts her head. The junior is right, he thinks. They are. And it's not a coincidence.

He scoffs. "Because they've both had Romantic training," he mumbles. "The bitch is just a better liar than the little one."

"Fuck, you're right," Fin hisses, hand flicking to the shock baton at his belt, ready to lurch forward. It's too late. A taxi door slams shut behind them, as they speed off.

"She played us."

Piers pulls his phone from his pocket and with few clicks opens a map. "We can play them right back."

There's a blue dot on the map, where the team are standing in front of the coffee bar. And a red one, moving away from them steadily.

Chuckling, Fin shakes his head and pats Piers' shoulder. "Fucking genius. You put a tracker on them?"

"Little one is bound to stray off again sooner rather than later. I'll gladly be waiting there when they do."

"Well then. Let's see where they go. And put their descriptions in the database, see what comes out. I want to know who they are. Who's looking for them."

If someone's looking for them, Piers thinks. He's known Fin for plenty of re-ac jobs. They do bring in the pets with enough bounty on their heads, or those with desperate enough clients. They don't always bring in the others. Their job is to get strays off the streets and that they do. What happens after, well. There's a long established agreement between Fin and Piers not to talk about any of their favourites going missing.

"Dips on little Doe-Eyes," Piers says, catching his boss' gaze.

Fin smirks and nods, before he looks back on the red dot moving on the map. "Deal. Blondie is mine. And you -" he waves a hand at the juniors. "Just lean back and learn."

"What do we have?" A day later, Piers is leaning forward in the van, looking over the junior's shoulder on the laptop screen in front of them. They've been letting the junior's take the night shift, keep an eye on the bourgoise brownstone town house the tracker led them to and do their research.

The runaways had been surprisingly careful, letting their cab drive circles, stopping at a busy shopping centre where they presumably changed cars. But they'd been too stupid to notice the tracker Piers had slipped into Doe-Eyes' pocket. Nobody had ever intended to chase them. They just needed to wait.

Right now, the second junior is still staking out the street, while the others are gathered in the van.

"Little one is from Lourdes program," the junior said, pulling up the file. Piers studies their face on the photo. They are delicious. Vulnerable, eager, terrified. He's always been wanting to get his hands on a Lourdes. Seems it is his lucky day after all. "Reported stolen around a year ago. Owner seems to be over them, already ordered replacement number two."

"Lovely," Piers hums. "And the blond one?"

"More secretive. But you've been right, she's a Romantic as well. High security case, custom order, facility 002. Reported on the run since her owner died, but higher-ups weren't interested in making the search public, probably not to draw attention on that pretty face."

Fin has stepped in behind them as well. "Fine with me. Our attention will suffice for both of them." He glances at the house, then back at the screen. "Whose house is this? Doesn't look like a classic pet lib hide out."

"Freckles'." The junior points at the screen. "Made up a fake identity, married the owner, conveniently inherited when he passed just months later. Doe-Eyes moved in after. Nobody else lives there."

"Freckles, huh?" Fin clicks his tongue, reaching out to trace the pet's lips on the screen. "What a naughty, naughty girl. And she's got so much to lose now."

"How do we get in?," Piers asks. "Freckled bitch won't just open the door, and this is the neighbourhood to just pick a lock. Back door could be -"

The side door of the van slides open, and before Piers can even jump up and grab his baton, someone is thrown on the metal floor between them.

Brown skin, barely covered by a strappy black top and a mini skirt. Beautiful black hair. And huge eyes, wide with fear at their sight.

Doe-Eyes. Curling up in respect position even unprompted. "Please," they whimper. "Please, please, please."

Piers sucks in a breath. Fuck. They're even more enticing today than they were yesterday.

"Look what I found." The junior handler jumps in behind the pet, tosses a small black purse to Fin. "Lost little puppy, wandering the street, all alone."

"Well then," Fin laughs, in utmost delight, as he reaches into the purse and pulls out a single key. "Problem solved. I guess we'll walk right in." He kicks the pet in the side, and they wince beautifully, as he flips them over on their back, staring up at the handlers. Fin firmly plants a foot on their chest, as he smiles down on them. "Hello again, Doe-Eyes. Remember us?"

They nod, desperate tears glinting in their lashes. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, I was a bad pet, I was wrong, I should have been good."

"You can still be good." Fin smiles, the fake winning smile every handler learns to master. "Your friend, though. She's a naughty one, isn't she? She's lied to us. Stolen from us. Pretended to be a person."

The pet shivers, and Fin keeps smiling. "You know what happens to bad pets, don't you? What has to happen?"

Doe-Eyes is trembling under Fin's boot, but they nod nonetheless, even manage to call up a shaking, sweet, apologetic smile in return. They're breathtaking. "Yes, Sir," they whisper and cast their eyes down. "Bad pets get punished."

Yeah, Piers thinks, drowning in their sight. Bad pets get punished.

He knows it's going to be glorious.

#bbu #Angel the romantic #Lourdes the romantic #handler piers scott #handler fin somers #recapture #bbu recapture #noncon reference cw

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wewebaggit · 10 months

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The Big Byler Theory

This might not be well structured but I will try not to be all over the place and keep it as short as possible. So here goes.

How it's gone so far

First and foremost, Mike's got to earn it. He has been a bit of a bitch and an asshole and has not yet learned the art of apologising. The show and Mike rest on Will's enthusiasm to forgive and forget to make it seem like all's fine and dandy. Mike hasn't apologised for his homophobic remark in season 3 and neither has he apologised for repeatedly ignoring Will. (season 4 apology was lame sowie) Mike has to learn to make amends (not just with Will) and take responsibility for his words. You can't just be the heart and then simultaneously be the asshole.

Will on the other hand needs to get to a point where he "doesn't hate himself" or at least makes major improvement in his self worth. His arc can't be about realising that he's deserving of Mike's love. But love in general.

Van Scene/Garage Scene aka Byler create a Scene

People talk about how Mike doesn't make him feel like a mistake at all and apply it to Mike making him feel like he's okay/better for being gay. NO. Mike's love and friendship makes him better for being different. Different in the way he's small and shy and easily intimidated but better cuz he feels like he can voice his opinions in front of Mike. Different in the way that his clothes are colourful, he draws and is artsy and sensitive and has been regularly bullied for those qualities even by his own father but better cuz Mike plasters his art everywhere. Different in the way that his songs are "stupid" or not Kenny Rogers but better cuz he can sing them around Mike anyway. Different in the way that he was possessed by a netherworldly entity and used as a spy but better cuz Mike made him their super spy. Different in how he was alone on the swings and Mike walked up to him and asked him to be his friend and it was the best thing he ever did. Different in the way he feels not everyone understands him but better cuz Mike does and would be gladly go crazy together with him. Different in how he is usually treatedlike a baby, like a freak but better cuz Mike doesn't treat him differently at all.

But that does not give Mike a pass. The 2020fication of the 80s or the post-homophobiafication of humanity in general has made people excuse homophobia just because it came from a gay guy. People need to realise that just because you suspect someone to be homophobic, you don't just cut them out of your life. Many do. Many don't. There's militant homophobia and then there's the hate the sin not the sinner homophobia. And everything in between. So Will regardless of what he thinks about Mike's homophobia is not just gonna dump his ass. As far as Will knows Mike's just straight. He does not have Tumblr perspective. Heck he has lesser than casual viewer perspective. So his gayness is still definitely something Mike doesn't make him feel better about. Cuz Mike doesn't even know for one. And Mike is just rubbing his relationship in his face even if it's not about being homophobic but just a bad friend. (In Will's POV)

And no. This is not to call Mike the devil's spawn. But to say that an express apology is fundamental to his own arc. Because to apologise to Will he must first forgive himself for wanting what he wants.

I resent the idea that Mike is aware of AND willing to explore his feelings for Will but ONLY stops himself because he loves El so so much and doesn't want to lose her. Makes no sense. She hasn't really been sending him any signals of wanting to chuck him out of her life.

Mike's arc is about conformism. And it is because he's someone who can successfully do it without being "clocked". He isn't scared to lose her. He is scared to lose his shield. He's scared to face his "difference" cuz if he doesn't have a girlfriend he is only a boy who doesn't really want girlfriends and honestly can't get girlfriends.

And again that's not a commentary on his frog face or inability to rizz up or whatever the kids are calling it these days. It is his canon inability to know anything about dating a girl. Something that is very instinctual. (Confusion over how to get back El vs just knowing to go after Will). He keeps looking up to Lucas who's by no means an expert since that's his first relationship too. But my boy Sinclair has his hetero instincts with him. Puberty slapped Mike hard and he is now not only aware that he's attracted to boys but also that he's not attracted to girls.

It's his defensiveness and self-hate that made him lash out at Will. Was he projecting? Yes. But was he really remorseful? No. Because he intended to say what he did. That's what people do when they're defensive. Cuz it was an entirely disproportionate response to "some stupid girl". Also a hetero would know bros before hoes. (ik shit) But he completely cuts off his bros? Ya. So so straight. As seen with Lucas not finding it hard to find a balance. (It's been like this all summer - Lucas Sinclair himself said it).

So what does it mean for Byler? (That is so horribly underdeveloped LMAO I can't even bt that's for a different day).

How it should go moving forward (I feel/hope/pray/manifest)

Well, the timing of it could be anything. But that painting is gonna be brought up. And it is going to be messy. I know people want Mike to be sad and not angry, but sad and angry is just so much better and makes sense. There is a fight. Because neither are ready to lay it all out in the open. You don't suddenly gain that confidence. I hope they're separated after. If it is because of avoidance, different team ups, or both. Doesn't matter. They both need time with their thoughts and the time being spent thinking about their own selves. This growth may be through convos with their loved ones and some other self reflective moments. I think that Mike's gonna get a coming out scene most probably with Karen. Will might get a scene like the one he already got in SBP with Jonathan but maybe with Joyce. (I hope she needs to make a comeback as a mother.) It could be a private moment or a Byers family moment. I don't want a party coming out. I want the boys to share this with the people that are closest to them and their fiercest supporters and rocks. Karen for Mike and Joyce n Jonatan for Will. Also, I think it's Mike who's gonna HAVE TO expressly say it while Will's could go either way. This is cuz of the differences in their circumstances - in/visible gayness.

How do they get together? Well believe it or not, a lot of unnecessary supernatural and sci-fi plot shit is crammed in (bullshit right?) and maybe they're now more okay being around each other cuz their deepest fears have been mostly assuaged. They don't feel alone with their truth and therefore, their place in the world does not rest on the reciprocity of their feelings. Imagine not HAVING to need each other but CHOOSING to. Cuz they just really really really want it. And it would make them happy. How they pursue each other is by not hiding. Nothing too brave I feel. Just being themselves. The vibes will carry. How THE getting together scene goes - I don't know. Surprise me, honestly. But for all the shit treatment their storyline has gotten so far I want s5 to fix it so well that WHEN it happens we all go crazy together! 💙💛

#I delivered on the not well structured but fumbled on the keep it short........oops #also Will doesn't just hate himself cuz GAY bt the exploration of the other facets of his self hatred are not relevant HERE #i usually re-read what I write bt not this time so sorry for any mistakes.... by all means point and laugh #actually did re-read cuz wtf happened #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #wewe's opinionions

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darnell-la · 3 months

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True rumors - Eddie Munson

pairing: dark!bully!toxiceddie munson x toxic reader

warning: eddie is the bad guy, sa, hair pulling, dominating, rough sex, crying, begging, etc.

note: don’t read this story if you do not like anything to do with assault!!

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3rd person pov

“Why the fuck would you tell the school I fuckin’ assaulted you!?” Eddie had angrily approached y/n in the empty hallway. “Why did you tell the school you fucked me?” Y/n snapped back, making him roll his eyes.

“So this is what this is about? Couldn’t you just come to me and confront me instead of trying to ruin my reputation?” Eddie asked, trying to out himself as the victim but y/n knows what kind of man he is.

Yes, Eddie is the freak of Hawkins, but he’s not a freak you can just bully and give away with. He comes back for you. He fights back. He talks back. He’s like the bully in a freak form.

“You tried ruining mine first,” y/n said, making him chuckle. “Oh, so you’re like the rest. You think sleeping around with the freak will ruin your life?” He asked, but that’s not it. “No, I think sleeping around with random people will ruin how I feel about myself,” y/n said before shutting her locker and walking off.

“I’m not random, and I don’t think it’s too bad if we ever fuck. But I won’t accept until you get rid of your rumor,” Eddie said, making y/n laugh as he stalked behind her. “I don’t want to fuck you, Eddie. Especially after knowing what kind of man you really are,” she said.

“And what is that? It was clearly a joke, but not you’re so sensitive and preppy,” Eddie spat. “You’re telling people I fucked you, Eddie. That’s my body. It’s not sensitivity,” y/n has stopped and turned towards him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, princess,” Eddie said. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned around and walked away. “Tell them you lied and maybe I’ll do the same!” Eddie shouted before he walked off as well.

“Is it true? Did the freak actually touch on you?” A girl from school asked y/n as the groups surrounded her to gossip. “No, but he lied about having sex with me, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine,” Y/n said, making the girls agree with her actions.

“Good, because he’s weird anyway. I’ve seen the way he stalks you and like, I don’t know if I should say this, but like, I’ve heard he pushes you around and like tried to talk you into getting either him,” a girl said. “He must be desperate,” another one said.

“Yeah, I told Jason about that after he pushed Eddie off of me at homecoming in the halls. He kept begging for a dance then a kiss and Jason saw so he pushed him away from me,” y/n told the girls, not feeling bad about anything she was telling them.

“He’s so fuckin’ sick,” a new girl said. “Yeah, he very much is,” y/n said as she left with everyone around her before she carried on her night with drinks and maybe a few hits from her friends.

“Where is she!?” Y/n heard a familiar voice shout throughout the party. “I don’t know man,” some dude at the school replied. “Where the fuck is she!?” The familiar voice shouts again as y/n looks in the direction.

“Shit! I gotta go,” y/n said to her friends before running through the ground. “Don’t you fuckin dare!” Eddie shouted as he spotted y/n running towards the back door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Y/n stressed as she made it to the door.

Y/n ran around the house party, passing people trying to talk to her, but she didn’t have time. She can’t confront Eddie right now. Especially not alone.

Y/n made it to her car and locked the door, knowing Eddie would probably get to her before she had the chance to take off.

“You bitch! You fuckin’ told people about that night!? I beat Jason just so he could keep his mouth shut, but you had to fuck yourself. You had to fuck me!” Eddie grew angry, knowing how everything he did looked bad.

“Look, Eds — If you didn’t do it, you’d be fine, but you did. You can’t be angry at something you did,” y/n said as she started her car. “Ima gonna ruin you, bitch,” Eddie growled in a voice she’d never heard before.

Y/n quickly backed up and pulled off to her dorms. She can’t be here anymore, and Eddie has totally lost himself. She might have to report him now that he’s showing signs of aggression.

Y/n safely made it back to her dorm room after a scary ride home. Usually, she waits for the alcohol to wear off completely. She was even going to stay over the house like some of her friends, but Eddie ruined that for her.

Y/n had taken a shower and gotten relaxed on her bed after her long day. She can still feel the alcohol in her system so she took a few pills to make her sleep better and stop her headache.

What she didn’t know was that Eddie had sat outside her dorm apartment for a couple of hours, thinking of what he wasn’t about to do.

He’s lost himself. Y/n has always played this preppy girl in school, and he hates those kinds of girls. But for some reason, he couldn’t hate y/n.

No matter how many times she’s pissed him off, he couldn’t get rid of the desire and obsession over her. Usually by any other girl, he would’ve walked passed them like he never knew them, but y/n — He can’t do it.

Eddie’s now speeding towards the from of her apartment building doors to do something he wouldn’t even regret. He thought for too long. He’s stalked y/n for so long. He’s hit on y/n for too long. It’s time to put things into action.

Y/n is currently knocked asleep. She’s so deep into her sleep that she doesn’t even hear Eddie burst into her room.

Eddie had realized that and gone quiet. He shut and locked Y/n’s door before quietly getting undressed. The beer and weed are still in his system as he stalks towards y/n sleeping body.

“Sleeping beauty doesn’t know what’s coming,” Eddie said, admiring y/n. He can’t wait to ruin her. “Alright, princess! Time to wake up,” Eddie said as he grabbed y/n, causing her to wake up.

“What the- Hey? Hey! Eddie-“ y/n realized Eddie had snuck into her room. “Save your crying, princes. No one's gonna hear you,” Eddie said as he tugged on the panicked girl's clothes.

That’s when she realized Eddie was undressed. “Eddie, get off of me!” Y/n yelled, hoping he’d see how scared she was, but he liked watching her like this. “I don’t think so, baby,” Eddie climbed on top of y/n as he turned her on her stomach.

“You’re gonna lay here and take every fuckin’ inch I give your ungrateful ass, okay? If you fight or disobey me, I’ll hurt you, and you don’t want me to hurt you, right princess? Your face is too pretty for that,” Eddie gripped a handful of y/n’s hair to look down at her face.

“Yeah, cry! Cry this one out, because I’m not holding back,” Eddie said before he ripped y/n’s cheap panties right off of her. “No!” Y/n yelled, hoping to be loud enough but Eddie pushed her face into her pillow, rejecting her cries for help.

Without wasting any time, Eddie pushed right into y/n, making sure to fill her with every inch of his huge cock. He knows he’s huge, and he’s gonna give it all to her, whether it’s what she wants or not.

“Fucking’ hell, baby. You hear that?” Eddie asked as he began to pound into the girl's now wet cunt. “Yeah, I fuckin’ know. I knew you loved being stuffed by random guys,” Eddie chuckled as a knot built up in her stomach.

“Look at the bright side, princess. At least the rumors you told about me are true now,” Eddie said before bursting into an evil laugh. “And Ima cum in you. Let’s see if that rumor goes around you slutty bitch,” Eddie said before slamming into y/n, causing everything to go dark right before she came all over him and her bed.

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲.

expect bad/inconsistent writing — tws/cws: violence, gore, abuse/bullying, mahito, mc is a lil wack (but I love her) attempted suicide, death, LOTS of angst, also OOC!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — CH 0

canon divergence — some pov switches + a time skip.

AS FAR as you can remember, you never exactly fit in with other people, you looked like any normal person at your school, however your social life was completely different.

it didn't help that loneliness digged its claws deep in your flesh, an agonizing sensation it was. Thousands and thousands of needles pricked at your heart as you watched your peers happily converse without a care in the world.

Every interaction you had with someone either ends awkwardly or the conversation just stops, making friends felt so foreign to you — friendship is like a forbidden fruit, but not like you wanted it anyway. The smell of your peers is disgusting, the scent of perfume, cologne and sweat mixing together as you sat down on the ground behind the school, leaning against the wall.

It was the only solace you had next to sitting on the rooftop benches, it's not often people go up there anyways — mostly because of such a turn off to stay around it is. The sight of dead leaves and litter didn't bother you.

But was it cruel for you to constantly think about your classmates as the trash that oh so nicely decorated the rooftop? Especially — wait what was her name again? oh wait..

Any mention of her name made your blood boil, why was it that Ayane of all people chose to target you? You followed every step there is to being a lonely middle school girl, as if there's an imaginary checklist.

No friends? Check.

Nonexistent social life? Check.

You were just like any normal person, why? why is she doing this to you? You did nothing that made her feel wronged, you stayed out everyone's way, yet like an apple on a head, you were bound to be an arrows target. You couldn't help but think about earlier.

Jeers and cruel words were exchanged as your body was pushed back against the wall as fluid met your face.

Ayane towering over your frail form, giggling maliciously as she watches you wipe her spit from your face.

"Jeez, [Y/N]! I didn't know you were such a loser!" The girl laughed as you get up, dusting off your uniform. "No need to speak the obvious, Ayane." The boy behind her piped up. "Shut up, Shigeru! Go back to smoking with your shitty ass friends, Let me deal with this freak first."

She hissed at him before turning her gaze back to you. "You better not forget my cigarettes next time, otherwise I'll get him to beat you half to death." Ayane snickered, staring at your bruised body. You struggled to stay up, leaning against the wall for support.

"Rotten bitch.." you muttered under your breath, wiping off blood off your mouth and chin.

"What was that?" She growled, eyebrows furrowing.

"Nothing." You spoke. "Hmph, that's what I thought."

"Whatever, don't forget what I said, pest." Ayane growled before leaving for the first floor, her companion following right behind.

You were now left alone again, but you couldn't help but wonder.. the names she called you. They stuck like gum on a shoes sole.

Pest?

Freak?

Is that what people thought of you? A pest? A freak?

Fatigue starts to course through your veins as you lie in your bed, just why are you letting yourself be treated like this? Where is your backbone, [Y/N]? Don't let her push you around like this. You don't have a shoulder to cry on— well, more like you do if talking to a picture of your long deceased friend and alongside a hospitalized mother and a father who's 'always' away for business, never paying attention to you.

It was the only comfort you had, if anything, But made you feel more isolated. But Ayane's words remained. Were you a freak for crying yourself to sleep every now and then? Were you a freak when you talked to the pictures like someone was there? Were you freak for pretty much existing?

You couldn't help but wonder before falling asleep. You could only hope for the best tomorrow.

A COUPLE MONTHS LATER

APRIL 30TH, 2018 — TOKYO

SUNLIGHT peeked through the blinds as your eyes flutter open before squeezing them shut again.

"Today is a special day."

You gently sighed as you get up from bed, walking towards the bathroom to change out of your nightwear and into your uniform, well — it wasn't just a uniform you had on. You had a crimson hairpin that stood out in comparison to your black hair.

"Special Day.."

Despite it today being your first day of high school— well in Tokyo, your mind couldn't help but wonder about her.

Ayane.

You had witnessed her decomposing corpse first hand — Chunks of her face, torso, and right leg were gone, maggots and flies feasting on her already seemingly eaten body.

But it wasn't the fact she died that lingered in your mind, but how. You couldn't help but feel wonderfully disgusted with your fascination.

Was it a cannibal who killed her? A rabid animal perhaps? As far as you know, the bites appear as human nor animal.

You pondered as you applied crimson lipstick on your (l/c) lips.

You weren't bad looking any means, actually pretty good looking. You wonder if anyone would talk to you, unlike your 'unattractive' middle school self.

It was a new school therefore new people, it's not like anyone would recognize the same girl who was bullied to buying cigarettes for her classmates who have no business having them in the first place.

You leave the bathroom to sit on the couch. 'What is time is it' you thought for brief moment before getting up and leaving to the front door, stepping outside and sitting the porch. The air outside wasn't exactly the most pleasant. The scent of garbage and mildew next door was repulsive.

Your nose scrunches as you recognize where the scent is coming from, the house next door.

It was home to a man in his late 40s, he wasn't particularly well liked among his neighbors, primarily due to his 'strange' behavior.

You once heard him frantically speak to your neighbors about seeing creatures — devils, monsters at night, watching him sleep.

It wasn't like you didn't believe him, but you felt like he was blowing things way out of proportion, they're harmless!

You couldn't help but want to pat the old man on the back, what's going through his head? The creatures are perfectly normal, they make great company too.

Speaking of old people...

Oh, mom and dad.

You already guessed they weren't going to be home for a while, He often leaves for work, barely ever appearing home unless hes there to gather paperwork and run errands.

Although both of you are family, your father treats less like a daughter but more like an acquaintance, and of course, you sort of in your own words — return the favor. As in barely talking to him. It was the exact same with your mother, except you never actually see her as per shes hospitalized due to a disease.

You always found them to be quite an odd pair, sometimes you'd overhear your fathers conversations on the phone, something about debt..

If he was in debt then why'd he pay so much money to move into a city expensive as Tokyo?

Whatever kind of business he had, to you at least, it didn't make sense to you that a nearly middle aged man to always be away from home and pretty much never interact or gave a shit about his daughter. But it seems like the most forty-nine year old thing to do. Maybe you weren't raised right, or maybe you just suck.

You snap out of thought as you left the front yard, leaving for school.

You're still fairly new in this city, family moving from Sapporo, you could only hope to cross your fingers for things to go smoothly along the way.

Maybe things won't be so bad.

Not even an a few minutes in, you're feel like you've already lost your way.

You look like an idiot if anything, guess you could never beat the clueless allegations. You walked your way through city as you pass shop after shop, cafe after cafe, time seems to move slow as your mind remains empty.

But while you continued pretty much explore the city, an individual had caught your eye.

You didn't get to see him for too long, but as far you can remember, he had white hair, and a blindfold..? Can he even see through that? Not to mention you felt pretty uneasy around him. Man, Tokyo is full of weird shit.

'Did I forget something?'

Perhaps you did, as now you stand in an unfamiliar neighborhood, the area becoming dark as the sun sets, did you really skip school?

Yeah, you did.

You squinted your eyes as you spot something moving in the distance, what is it?

Your eyes widen as the creature got closer, only realize it was same creature you had first seen upon moving to Tokyo. It had dark yellowish green skin, dirty beige hair running along its back, and a serpent-esque body but had four, smalls nubs serving as legs, as its face contorts into a smile, baring its human— in appearance, teeth.

"Motherr!!"

The slurred, feminine voice cried out as the it approached. You stare at creature practically wriggling its way towards you.

"Motherrr.. am I ugly..?!..."

It spoke again, the feminine voice sounded pained. As its body stops just a solid six feet away from you, close enough to get an even better view of it.

It had far to many eyes to keep count, they were at least as small as a cats. It was far, far uglier than the last time you saw it. A loud, piercing cry sounded out as the entity wriggled even closer. You couldn't help but sort of sympathize with it to some sorts..

"I know, I know. I'm ugly too."

You spoke blankly at the creature, blinking. "Not." You blew a raspberry as you lightly put on your lower eyelid playfully.

You decided to a take steps foward, closing the distance between you and the ugly thing.

You crouch down to its level as continues to wail. "You're not too bad looking, but wow— you're hideous~" You said in a sing-song voice, only to cover your ears as it suddenly screamed.

"I'M NOT UGLY!! I'M NOT UGLYYY!!!!"

"YOU'RE UGLY!!"

Your face twists into a scowl it was spoke as you were pushed down as the creature backed away, the sound of cracking and tearing of flesh fill the air as your face scrunches up in disgust at the sight before you. It's body contorts in uncomfortable positions as the nubs it had for legs stretched into long, human-like arms, flesh tearing in the process as purple blood splattered on the ground, some of getting on your uniform.

'Shit..that's going to leave a stain..'

it's many, many eyes gaze met yours as one, massive eye appears out of its sludgy skin.

It is a special day after all, right?

"You know, I've lived long enough to know I deserve far better than this!" You yelled out at the screaming creature. You thought these fuckers were normal! What the hell?!

You swore you just started to contemplate your entire life and your shitty choices.

Seriously [Y/N]? When was last time you ever learnt from something?

Last time you learnt something was the last time you saw her.

And this sure as hell wasn’t your first encounter with death, Joy and horror were the only things you felt that day.

[Y/N]’S POV

"YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE, [N/N]!" Aina called out, roughly pinching my cheeks, in attempt to make me smile. "What do you want, Aina?" I responded, getting her hands off my cheeks.

"I just wanna see you! You're being a little distant lately." She said, almost scoldingly. "If you ever need something, tell me!"

I couldn't help but smile at her words, I'm glad somebody like her exists.

"And there shes goooes.. shes smiling!" Aina said teasingly. "Now let's get out of here, it's getting late and you wouldn't want your parents to worry!" She took my hand as we ran our way through the hallway and to the entrance where our lockers are at.

"And don't forget to change your shoes, silly!" She quipped.

I opened my locker and started to change my shoes until the comfortable silence was cut off by Aina.

"Hey, have you heard about Hashimoto going missing lately?"

My blood ran cold as she spoke those words. Hashimoto —missing?

"Hashimoto... She went missing..?" I uttered under my breath, but was loud enough for the taller girl to hear. What could've happened to her?

"Yeah, even that boy that always with her too." She responded, voice hushed. "You seem close to them, no?"

"We were close, but not anymore." I scowled and turnt towards her direction. "Okay, I don't know what happened between you both but I won't pry." She gave a soft smile as she waited by the open doors.

I put my indoor shoes in the locker and closed it before turning towards brown haired girls direction, her hazel eyes meet mine.

"Want me to walk you home? Just so you won't go missing?" The taller girl asked as she looked at me with almost pleading eyes.

"No thanks, I can handle myself." I turned down her offer.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes, I am sure — I promise I'll be safe." I said.

"Alright then, you better pinky promise!" She said proudly, holding her pinky up. "No pinky promise — we're too old to be doing this." I responded. "You're never too old to make a pinky promise!" She beamed with stars in her eyes. Damn it, who am I to reject her?

"Fine, I pinky promise." I deadpanned, holding out my finger.

Our fingers joined together only for a few seconds and only to pull away as Aina giggled.

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow! Stay safe [N/N]!" She waved off and ran off until I couldn't see her anymore.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, my fingers against the cracked screen.

'Three-Forty Five? Should be barely anyone here..'

I put my phone in my book bag and exited the building, walking to the gate.

My home is rather far from the school, it was solid thirty minute walk at least.

As I walked home, I saw a couple of those creatures again, they were a variety murky and bright colors and strange features, big and small — and they didn't seem to stick around any longer as if they were scared of me. I kept on walking until I stopped on my tracks and scrunched my nose. The scent of iron filled the air I notice a trail of blood

I looked in the direction of where that scent was coming from.

'The forest? Did somebody get hurt?'

It didn’t help that my home was quite far from any public area outside of a bad neighborhood.

But how did somebody not notice this?

Something was begging me not to follow the trail, but the other in the back of head was beckoning.

But I was curious, far too curious.

I followed the trail, only to stop in my tracks again. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away — But I couldn't.

It was none other but her body in front of me.

Ayane Hashimoto.

I was at a loss for words I saw her rotting body.

How...why...

Who did this?

And why?

I took a step back and turned away from the sight of the body and began to walk away.

I lived long enough to know I deserve better.

I deserve so much better.

I am about to die, yet here I am thinking about the past. Why am I just remembering who my friend is? Why am I just remembering all those horrible things that have happened to me so long ago?

I wonder if anything I've done for anyone meant anything. I wonder what everything I've said meant anything. I wonder if I meant anything to anyone at all.

I suffer because my decisions, but why do I regret them? It's not like it'll happen again.

It's not like it'll happen again at all.

I closed my eyes as the creature attacked me, only to feel nothing at all.

Huh?

I opened my eyes only to hear the sound of crunching and splattering.

There was something else present.

I looked at the creature being eaten and took a closer look.

It was a mantis..? A rather giant one.

It had black, splotch-like markings with red in the center, it looked far different than any other mantis I’ve seen, not to mention its size.

It continued to eat the serpent-like creature as pained wails sounded out before being completely drowned out by the sound of squelching flesh and the cracking of bones.

It wasn't too long until the carnage stopped, the remains of the being disintegrating as it let out one last cry before completely disappearing altogether.

I laid there in shock — just where did it come from?

I flinched as the mantis cocked its head in my direction, before approaching me.

Its bloodied body moved faster than I thought as its large massive eyes met mine.

It seemed to do a nodding motion before its body began to evaporate into steam.

Just what was that?

"Nice shikigami you got there." A deep, masculine voice spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I cocked my head to look back at the figure behind me.

He had spiky, white hair and a blindfold, but one thing that really made me wonder was his height, just how tall is this man?! How many times has he hit his head on doorways?

My eyes went as wide as saucers as I realized — this is the same man I saw earlier, passing by a bakery.

I glared at him, pointing a finger.

"Who are you?”

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