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artificial-transmutations · 3 months ago

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4k! Dropout Dorm 3

Aiden woke up in the middle of the night. His body felt kind of itchy, especially his chest. As he moved his hand to scratch the itchy parts, he was confused. There were some hairs on his chest. Not one or two, but quite some, even though it didn't feel like it qualified for 'a lot'.

He looked over to Marvin, who was sleeping in his bed. It was dark in the room, so he could only see the silhouette of his roommate, but it was pretty clear he was fast asleep.

Since Aiden didn't want to risk waking up Marvin by making light or going to the bathroom, he tried to assess the situation by feel alone. As he had already noticed, there were some chest hairs that definitely weren't there before. They were mainly concentrated in the central chest area, in the ridge between his two underdeveloped pectoral muscles.

Feeling his way down, the hairy pattern stopped soon once his hand left the immediate chest area. However, as he went even further down, to his belly, a trail of short hairs started again below his belly button, narrow and centered, leading down to his boxer shorts.

Speaking of which, the whole hairy situation that Aiden couldn't quite explain had another side effect. Again, Aiden felt his manhood strain against his underwear, leaking precum like a faucet. Suddenly having body hair was... something else. Something arousing.

His dick twitched when he finally touched his groin through his boxers. Yes, there was also some hair on his crotch, and it seemed to be growing. Aiden pushed his hand further into his underwear and grasped his rock hard shaft. It took all his willpower to suppress a stifled moan. It would really be best to let go of his cock now and try to get back to sleep. But it just felt so good. It was like his hand refused to let go of his stiff rod. Aiden slowly pumped on it while moving his other hand down to his own chest, stroking his own hair.

Okay, ignoring it was obviously not working. Aiden interrupted his stroking to wiggle out of his boxers under the sheets. With a bit more room to wiggle, he would be making less noise. Once that was done, his hand took hold of his needy member yet again, and he started stroking on it for real. His precum had leaked through the whole fabric of his boxers, and now it was coating his bare dick, making the whole sensation much, much more intense. He was in seventh heaven as he pleasured himself.

It didn't take long until Aiden neared his peak, and with every thrust of his hand, he felt like he was about to cum. Finally, he grunted quietly and shot his load. One, two, three... five spurts of cum hitting the inside of his blanket and his new body hair, mixing with the sweat from the exertion.

That was better, decided Aiden, as he drifted off to sleep again, the wet blanket clinging to his body.

***

Marvin had slept wonderfully. He felt energetic and ready to take on the world. The alarm clock showed that he had woken up early, so he didn't have to hurry.

Careful not to wake up Aiden who was entangled in his blanket, Marvin got out of bed and stretched.

When he looked back, he noticed that in his bed there was a clear print of where he had been lying: a wet spot in the form of his body was clearly visible, and even now, Marvin felt slick from sweat. Who would have thought that a little workout could be such a perspiring experience?

It didn't matter much. Marvin was in a good mood. The wet spot would dry over the day and if he had to change his bedding a bit more often, it was a small price to pay for such a good feeling. Well, it was time to get ready for classes.

Right, classes. The thought somehow didn't excite Marvin all too much. Today was the introduction to computer graphics, a course he had been most looking forward to in the last week. However, his struggle with the assignments yesterday made him realize how much effort it took to do one assignment in the right way. It might take a while before he could master this new class, he mused.

Well, no use in getting depressed about it. Besides, it was just this course today, so in the late morning, he was already free again. He could take another look at his assignment then!

Or... he could use this opportunity to go to the gym again. His body felt restless and sweaty from the workout yesterday and now he had nothing to do, so what harm could a bit more exercise cause? That actually sounded like a really great idea in his head! The only problem was that he only had one pair of gym clothes and he hadn't gotten to wash it after yesterday's session. But that shouldn't be too much of a problem. He'd just wear them again and wash them in the afternoon. Easy!

So, Marvin shoved the gym clothes into his backpack and left the room early. Perhaps, he could get a good breakfast and enjoy the sun a bit?

As the room door clicked closed, Aiden awoke as well. He stretched out his limbs, and felt a bit stiff from the movements, but he felt relaxed. It took him a few moments to remember where he was and what had happened yesterday. Yesterday! He had masturbated while sleeping, under his sheets, in his dorm room, right next to his roommate! Oh shit.

The wet spot on the sheet was still there, although some parts had dried and crusted up already. The smell wasn't really noticeable though, at least not to Aiden. It had mixed into the aroma of the room perfectly.

Now was a good opportunity to look at himself. It was undeniable: He was a bit hairier than he was used to. That wasn't quite everything, too. There was a bit more meat on his bones than what he was used to. It wasn't pure muscle - but not pure fat either. Instead, it was like a mixture of both.

Aiden scratched his head. Something decidedly weird was going on here. But it was probably best not to worry about it too much. He was sure that whatever was going on would resolve itself on its own. After all, it appeared on its own as well, right?

His new hair was glued to his body by his dried up cum but became loose quickly when he scratched over the new hair. The feeling of his fingers in his newly developed hair made him hard again, but this time, Aiden didn't give in so easily. He needed to get to class. Ugh. Going to class felt like such an effort, and Aiden really contemplated just not going but staying here some more, perhaps jerk off again once or twice...

But no. He couldn't skip classes on his second day already. So, with a sigh, he wrapped his dick in his boxers from yesterday and pulled on the shirt from the floor. It didn't look that bad, and the cum stains were mostly on the inside. So, it was considerably less effort to just wear that again than to get a new one from the wardrobe.

Aiden arrived at his course too late. The professor was already so deep in a mathematical prove Aiden hoped he would be able to catch up. Surely, they wouldn't do something too difficult at the start of the semester.

As Aiden tried to get into the subject however, he noticed that the girl he was sitting next to looked at him disgustedly and covered her nose. After one or two minutes, she changed seats, bringing one empty place between her and him.

What was her problem? Aiden briefly considered asking her, but then decided not to. Screw her, whatever her problem was.

Still, the situation kept nagging him throughout the lecture. He didn't manage to follow the professor at all, and only because of that stupid girl. Women.

However, the rest of the academic day wasn't much better. For some reason, Aiden kept coming late because he didn't want to hurry between the different buildings on the campus. It was hardly his fault if they decided to squeeze the lectures this close together, right?

Also, he found himself struggling with the concepts. Even things he had learned in high school that should come easily were pretty hard for him today. That was probably because it didn't challenge him enough.

Meanwhile Marvin's day was better. Sure, he didn't get much on the computer graphics course, but he met some cool new people there and socialized. That was an entirely new experience for Marvin, who was the very definition of an introvert. But today he was in such a good mood that he gladly made contacts.

The best part however came when the computer graphics course ended. Full of energy, Marvin rushed to the gym and found it deserted again. He quickly changed into his gym clothes that smelled a bit manly and got to work. Today, he wanted to give the treadmills a try. Like an addict, he approached the machines and quickly figured out how they worked. What was he being afraid of yesterday?

Quickly, he got into a comfortable trot and was happy. Sweat was running down his body before long, but it just felt so good, putting his body to work.

For some reason, Marvin was incredibly horny again today, and as he turned up the speed a bit, his mind started to wander. The bit of definition his body had had after yesterday’s training had been really sexy. If he really got into this whole gym stuff, he surely would have no problem picking up girls whenever he wanted. After all, he would be the perfect package: Smart *and* sexy.

However, as soon as he thought about picking up girls, he found the thought strangely unappealing. Sure, he was an introvert, but even he found that a bit weird. Marvin decided not to think too much about it, though and instead turned up the speed yet again.

Marvin was at it for another couple of hours until he realized that he hadn't eaten anything at all since breakfast and was starving. He stopped the treadmill and left for the dorms, eating on the way. He had worked out for a few hours and was drenched in sweat when he arrived back at room 148, but still, Aiden was not yet there. He probably had a day full of classes, Marvin figured.

He undressed in front of the bathroom mirror to take a look at himself. Damn, he didn't look bad at all! His body was glistening from sweat, and he could really recognize some progress from his workout already! His body was fitter than he had ever been and had some definition. He even looked a bit taller and broader.

When he put on his usual clothes, the latter theory was quickly proven right. Both his shirt and pants were ill fitting and felt much too constraining. Even his underwear felt tight. He didn't even have an erection right now, but the front of his tighty whities looked like somebody had tried to stuff a banana into it, with little success.

Was that, too, a side effect of the workout? It could be, he reasoned, because of hormones or something along those lines.

That was also probably the reason for his tan that had darkened again considerably.

Nevertheless, he needed to do something about his clothes. He would look ridiculous in them tomorrow for classes, and for some reason, that was really nagging him.

Without thinking twice, Marvin grabbed his keys and left the dorm room again. Time to shop for new clothes!

When he arrived at the mall and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, Marvin was immediately drawn to a sports supplier. It made sense: Most of the light fabric that was meant for sports could also be worn as regular clothing. The athletic clothing was light and usually wide enough to let some air to his body. Perhaps this would help him sweat a bit less.

After browsing for a while, Marvin settled on some items: A few pair of gym shorts, some t-shirts and tank tops as well as a pair of gray sweatpants for the colder days. Just as he was about to go to the checkout counter, he noticed another display shelf, filled with athletic underwear.

He didn't really have a use for socks, since going bare foot sounded much more appealing in this hot summer, but what caught his eye was the wide selection of jockstraps. Marvin would really never have considered wearing one of these, but why not? He could very well imagine them looking good on him. His hand hovered over the selection before he grabbed a pack, acting on an impulse. Normally, he wore S-sized underwear, sometimes M, but he grabbed the XL pack. Thinking about it, he also took an XXL one. He didn't know why he did that, after all, you don't just grow two or three underwear sizes over night, but it felt right enough for him and thinking was difficult today, anyways.

Marvin paid and made his way back to the dorm.

Meanwhile, Aiden had also returned from his classes and entered the dorm room. Instinctively, once he entered, he took a deep breath. The air in the room had a familiar aroma, one that Aiden enjoyed quite a lot. He took another deep breath and felt his cock twitch in response.

Kicking off his shoes and socks, Aiden flopped to his bed. In theory, he should be working on understanding todays lectures so he would be able to follow the next ones. However, that sounded really stressful, and he just didn't want to. Instead, he wanted to relax a bit. Yes, that sounded better.

He got rid of his shirt and pants, chilling in his boxers that were also beginning to emit a ripe smell after three days of wear. He scratched the medium dense forest of hair and marveled at his way bulkier physique meanwhile. He was by no means athletic or lean, but he wasn't fat either. It was just a good mixture.

Speaking of fat, Aiden got out a sandwich he bought on the way and started to quickly devour it. He was starving! The sandwich tasted great and helped his hunger. Once he was done, he let the wrapping just fall to the floor, giving it no further attention. His greasy hands however were wiped off on his boxers and his chest hair.

That's the life, Aiden thought. The forest under his armpits was emitting a pleasant smell again and his dick was wanting for attention again. Just as he had fished it out however, and started with one or two slow strokes, there was a knock on the door.

Sighing, Aiden stuffed his erect cock back into his boxers, not caring about the rather obvious bulge and opened the door, just clad in his dirty boxers.

On the other side of the door was another young man, wearing a hoodie. He looked left and right before addressing Aiden in a low voice:

"Hey man, what's up?"

Aiden nodded in a friendly way and asked: "Not much. What about you?"

"I'm Zach", said the other man. "You're new here, right?"

Aiden nodded. "Yeah, just moved in yesterday."

"Cool. Listen, man, I'm an entrepreneur of sorts, and I've made some sweat deals with guys in this room before. So, I just wanted to introduce myself and give you a quick welcome gift."

Zach pulled out a plastic bag and gave it to Aiden, who automatically grabbed the item. "Completely free. If you want more later, I also left my number in the bag, just shoot me a message. I'll give you a fair price." Zach smiled. "Alright, got to go. Nice meeting you!"

With that, Zach hurried away, leaving Aiden with the plastic bag in his hand.

When he returned to his room and sat back on his bed, he looked at what he had just received. Inside the bag were three already rolled up joints, smelling strongly of Marihuana as well as a slip of paper with a mobile number.

That guy was a drug dealer! Aiden was feeling unwell. Should he report him somewhere? The police? Campus administration?

On the other hand, Zach hadn't seemed like a bad guy. And, although Aiden had never taken drugs, he was pretty sure weed was considered one of the most harmless ones. Perhaps selling that wasn't that bad.

Still, Aiden didn't know what to do with the plastic bag. He certainly wouldn't use the drugs, that much was sure. He couldn't very well dispose of it, either, though, because... it was too much trouble devising a plan to safely do so.

So, Aiden just put the bag into his nightstand and closed the drawer. There. Problem solved.

Now, he could finally get back to relaxing. Lying down on his bed again, he freed his python from its proverbial cage and with one or two quick tugs, made it hard again.

No need to rush it, he figured, as he slowly stroked his length up and down. Probably from the whole lot of training he gave it recently, his cock looked somewhat bigger than what he was used to. Not too big, but definitely nothing to be ashamed of.

For the next ten minutes, Aiden idly played with himself while relaxing in bed. He was just about to increase the speed of his strokes, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open without warning and Marvin entered.

He froze when he saw Aiden, dick in hand, but not letting go of it, creating a moment of silence between the two men.

"Uhm, sorry?" Marvin finally said and closed the door behind him.

Aiden's first impulse was to quickly hide what he was doing, but that really seemed like too much of a hassle. They were roommates, it was only a matter of time they caught each other jerking off, so he just looked at Marvin and continued to slowly move his hand up and down his cock.

"That's alright", Aiden answered and slowly stroked on his dick with the same leisurely pace.

Marvin felt awkward. How was he supposed to react to that? Should he just leave? It wasn't helping that his own dick, still contained in the much too small underwear was growing hard rapidly at the sight. It had been ages since he had some release down there, and for some reason, seeing Aiden's mostly naked, hairy body turned him on a lot. Even the stinky air in the room or the smell emanating from Aiden wasn't bad. He just looked so natural like this, completely natural and unashamed.

"Can I watch?" Marvin blurted out before he even knew what he was saying.

"Watch?" Aiden asked, briefly stopping to look at Marvin. What an odd request, but whatever. "Sure. You can also jerk off, too, you look like you need it." Aiden said, nodding towards the very obvious tent in Marvin's shorts.

Marvin blushed heavily. "Uhm, that's not... I mean, I didn't want..."

Aiden laughed. "It's fine. Don't worry, I'll just keep going."

Marvin hesitated for a moment longer but then quickly shed his pants and underwear as well, stepping out of them. Now, he stood naked in front of Aiden, except for the sweat stained shirt. He quickly pulled that over his head as well and closed his hand around his dick, moaning at the touch. For some reason, his eyes were fixed on Aiden, as he pumped away on his cock in earnest.

Aiden himself didn't mind Marvin standing there. The other man had some body hair as well, but not nearly as much as Aiden had by now. The deep tan, broad shoulders and dancing muscles however, not to mention the large dick Marvin had, didn't look bad at all, quite the obvious. Aiden felt himself watching the beads of sweat rolling down the other man's body before disappearing into his pubic bush.

Aiden turned his attention back to his own cock. His hand was going faster and faster on it, and he was already close. With a stifled moan, he came hard in his own hand, pumping more and more cum into it and smearing it all over his upper body.

Marvin grunted in a deep voice, deeper than his usual articulation. This was all so surreal, and yet, so incredibly arousing. Aiden was so hairy, and so stinky, and the added mass he had suited him so well. Marvin's hips thrust into his own hand, as he continued to fuck his hand, still standing in a wide stance in the middle of the room. As Aiden came, Marvin couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry that probably could be heard on the whole floor, he came as well, spewing large amounts of cum out of his large dick. Naturally, the spunk followed the direction in which he was looking and hit Aiden in the chest and face, adding to his own.

It did take Marvin a moment to catch his breath, as he finally sat down on his own bed.

"Sorry." He said to the cum-covered Aiden. Weird. His voice was still deep, at least an octave deeper than what he was used to.

"Don't worry about it." Aiden smiled and wiped his face with his discarded shirt while spreading the stuff on his chest with his hand. "Looks like you had fun, big guy. We can do this again any time."

"Yeah..." Marvin said, really spent. "But now, it's time for bed."

Bathing in the afterglow, Marvin turned sideways and quickly slumbered away.

The plot thickens... and so does the amount of... glue... on Aiden's body. Here you can read the previous part. The final part can be read here.

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kryllia · 10 days ago

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Through His Eyes

Yandere boyfriend x reader

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The first time you met Aiden, he felt like a breath of fresh air. His smile was soft, his words laced with sincerity, and his eyes—oh, those eyes—were warm pools of honey that seemed to melt away all your worries. He was perfect, almost too perfect, but you never dared question it. After all, wasn’t this what everyone wanted? Someone who understood you without words, someone who loved you so wholly and selflessly?

Aiden was the embodiment of devotion. He knew your coffee order by heart, memorized your class schedule within days, and always texted you right when it was needed most. If you were stressed after a long day, he’d already be waiting at the door with your favorite snacks and that soft, knowing smile. It was as if he could read your mind.

And in a way, he could.

But you didn’t know that yet.

It wasn’t until much later—much too late—that you realized Aiden wasn’t just attentive. He was obsessive.

Aiden sat in his dimly lit room, multiple monitors casting a faint bluish glow on his face. Each screen displayed a different angle of your apartment: the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom. His eyes lingered on the feed from the bedroom camera as you shuffled under the covers, sighing softly before drifting off to sleep.

He sighed too, mirroring you from miles away.

“You look so peaceful like this,” he whispered to no one in particular, his finger tracing the outline of your face on the screen. “So beautiful... mine.”

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his trance. It was the tracking app. You had left your phone on the nightstand, unmoving for the past hour. He smiled, knowing you were safe, knowing you were his.

You had always wondered how Aiden seemed to know everything so well. He’d always have your favorite song playing in his car, always know when illness was about to hit before symptoms even showed. It was... uncanny. But it felt good. It felt like love.

“Do you ever get tired of being so perfect?” you teased one evening, sitting across from him in a cozy cafe.

Aiden chuckled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Perfect? Oh no, I just... pay attention to the things that matter.”

You.

It was always you.

The first red flag appeared on a rainy Thursday night. You had been at work late, phone dead, and bus delayed. When you finally got home, drenched and exhausted, Aiden was already there—waiting by the door, umbrella in hand.

“How did you...?” you stammered.

His smile didn’t waver. “You mentioned your shift would be longer today, remember? I wanted to make sure you got home safely.”

You shrugged it off. Aiden was sweet. Too sweet to question.

But the nagging feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you stumbled upon a small black device tucked discreetly behind a picture frame in your bedroom, that reality came crashing down.

A camera.

Your hands trembled as you held it up, your breaths shallow. Your mind raced as puzzle pieces began snapping into place: the perfectly timed texts, the way he always seemed to know where you were, the way he... watched.

Your phone buzzed.

Aiden: Are you okay, sweetheart? You seem upset.

The camera was still in your hand.

He knew.

When Aiden arrived at your apartment that night, his smile was softer than usual, his eyes alight with something... dangerous.

“You found it, didn’t you?” he said quietly, stepping into your space.

Your voice trembled. “Why, Aiden? Why would you—?”

“Because I love you,” he interrupted, his voice trembling with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. “Don’t you see? I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you.”

His hand reached for yours, but you pulled away.

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered.

His expression crumbled, hurt flashing across his face. “No, no, please don’t say that. I’d never hurt you. I just... I just needed to be sure. I needed to keep you safe. They don’t love you like I do. They don’t understand you like I do.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but behind them, you saw something unhinged. Something feral.

“You don’t have to run from me,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Your phone was in your hand now, your finger hovering over the emergency call button.

He saw it.

Aiden lunged.

Hours later, you woke up to the feeling of soft fabric against your cheek. You were lying on a plush bed in a room you didn’t recognize. The windows were covered, the air filled with the faint scent of lavender and... him.

Aiden.

You tried to sit up, but your wrists were bound with silken ropes—tight enough to hold you, soft enough not to bruise.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Aiden’s voice cooed from the corner of the room. He stepped into view, his face illuminated by the faint glow of a bedside lamp.

“You’re safe now. No one can take you away from me here.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I love you so much. You understand that, don’t you?”

His eyes glistened with something almost holy, like he truly believed every word he said.

In that moment, you realized one thing with chilling certainty:

You belonged to him now.

And he was never going to let go.

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bluebellowl · 6 months ago

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Your latest fnaf submas piece is so good omg ggggkfng gong gonggng omgmg gomg i locenit so much rarhhhhhh the expression on Emmet's face snd the way he's grabbing Ingo is everything to me rahhh

You're talking about THIS one i'm guessing?

Thank you so much! It took quite a few hours of work i tell you that, but i'm super happy about how it turned out.

A tiny bit of rping started around it of Vincent letting Aiden try to convince Emmet to let them help the twins. It's Aiden's first day and he's not really allowed to know what happened in the Pizza Plex the night before.

Elesa did not authorise this.

Related anon ask I'm not sure what to do with but i apprechiate so much thank you!! <3

#submas #fnaf AU #answering questions

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chrrychills · 2 months ago

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i love your writing its so yummy i was wondering if you could maybe wirte school bus graveyard main cast with a reader who forgets to eat and spends alot of time sleeping

have a good day/night

in my head i do everything right .

main six « forgetful, sleepy so!

ashlyn banner:

•she's not amused. at all. at first, it starts off as annoyance because she thinks you're lazy/ don't take care of yourself. once you explain that you can't help how tired you are, she eases up.

•she'll 100% scold you every time you tell her you forgot to eat. without fail. it's out of love, though.

•ashlyn doesn't have a huge appetite, but she'll keep snacks like granola/ protein bars in her locker in case you need them during the school day.

•she can't cook at all, but she'll invite you over for dinner with her parents. they love having you over and will make your favorite food every time you wind up at their house, wether it's for dinner or to spend the night.

•since she's not a fan on pda, she probably won't let you sleep on her shoulder or anything like that in public, but it's fine in private.

•she'll also let you fall asleep in class and make sure the teacher doesn't catch you.

•will never understand how you're always so tired, because she's witnessed you sleep for a good 10 hours.

aiden clark:

•in contrast to ashlyn, he is highly amused whenever you fall asleep near him and uses the opportunity to mess with you.

•he's (horribly) braiding your hair, drawing on your arms, the whole nine yards. the only reason he's not drawing on your face is because he knows you'd get mad when you woke up.

•certified big back. he 100% has snacks on him at all times and won't hesitate to share when you tell him you're hungry/ you forgot to eat.

•his pantry is stacked with snacks, so best believe he's dragging you off the bus with him almost everyday to hang out/ raid his pantry. his parents are so tired of having to restock it. save them.

•he knocks out when he gets sleepy, so if y'all are having a sleepover it's the best sleep of your life. you two have slept through the day on multiple occasions.

•will let you sleep on him anytime, anywhere. he'll mess with you, but he'll still offer a shoulder if you're tired.

•menace. if you fall asleep in class/ are eating in class, he keeps threatening to snitch and get you in trouble. he never does, though.

ben clark:

•another snack carrier, but he has all of your favorites and probably keeps one or two drinks in his locker.

•we've established that ben's a giant teddy bear, and you 100% use that to your advantage. whenever you're tired, you can tuck yourself against his shoulder and conk out. he never minds.

•huge worrier, especially when you first started dating. he still does worry when you don't eat for hours on end/ sleep for an entire 12 hours, but he's gotten better at managing it.

•loves naps. it's routine for you two to end up at his house and nap until dinner time. aiden's tried to wake you guys up multiple times but it never works, so he doesn't do it anymore.

•he loves to bake, so it's not uncommon for him to send you home with something sweet to snack on whenever you feel like it. he loves having you cling to him and gush about how good the food was, so he keeps doing it. plus, it keeps you fed.

•tries his hardest to help fix your sleep schedule, but it never works. you either fall asleep at 4 pm or 4 am and he has no idea why.

tyler hernandez:

•tyler's big on taking care of people he loves, you know that. so it's no surprise when he's scolding you for forgetting to eat but pulling your favorite snack out of his bag, or forcing your head on his shoulder and telling you to sleep because you keep yawning.

•another big napper. when he doesn't have practice– and even when he does, he'll somehow end up in your bed, cuddled up next to you and fast asleep.

•he can COOK. tyler is master chef. whatever you want, he can most likely make. and if he can't, he'll look it up online and it always turns out amazing.

•you honestly get a lot better with remembering to eat after being with him for a while because he's always on your ass about it. you can't even be mad because you know he does it out of love.

•he'll keep food with him in case you need it, but he'll steal bites of it while you're trying to eat. he's so amused and finds himself hilarious. you don't agree.

•he's either scolding you for not eating, not sleeping, or sleeping too much. you can't win.

taylor hernandez:

•she's a sweetheart, so not only will she have your favorite food at all times, but she'll recruit (force) tyler to make/buy it whenever she's running low.

•she's more concerned than anything. first of all, how do you sleep so much and still manage to be tired? second, do you just not have an appetite? she doesn't understand.

•taylor invites you over for dinner at least five nights a week and tyler does not appreciate it, because that means he has to make more food.

•she'll let you fall asleep on her in public, private, wherever. she doesn't care as long as you're getting the rest you need.

•biggest cuddle bug ever. as soon as you tell her you're tired, she's dragging you to bed to cuddle.

•if she misses you, she's not above coming over uninvited and waking you up from a nap so you guys can hang out. she'll deal with the half asleep grumbling if it means she can see you.

•taylor banned you from her bed because it's so soft and comfortable that you literally fall asleep immediately.

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honey im home.

send requests or just talk to me i missed my bestest friends

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urfavlarry · 10 months ago

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HI loved the tyler/aiden headcannons btw!

Wanted to ask if you could write something about the reader being apart of the group (after they finally escaped the realm and are free..and traumatized, but happy)

AND LIKE A LITTLE ROMANCE HAPPENING BETWEEN AIDEN AND THE READER!! Like after everything had calmed down, (3 weeks after they escaped) the group goes to a skating rink to have fun. Like normal teens 😞

Would love a oneshot of it!! :D

Aiden Clark x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar

genre: fluff! :3

A/N: AHH I love this!! I skate myself so this is just 🛐

hope you like it <33

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You and the group have been planning a trip for quite a while. You were trying to celebrate the fact you finally escaped the damn realm and that lab they kept you guys in. Everyone was a bit shaken up, most of you couldn’t really sleep and you had sleepovers most of the time to try and sleep better. It usually worked, well at least for most of the group. You would wake up in the middle of the night, cold wind hitting your soaked figure. You often had nightmares and you couldn’t really go to therapy because you would be considered ‘crazy’, so you just had to pull through without any help. You know the group would be happy to help, but you don’t want to bother them when they had it worse. Back to the present time! You were currently in the graveyard, sitting in a circle near the campfire, you yourself sitting on your kind of beat up skateboard. Everyone suggested their ideas, Logan suggesting a museum, Ashlyn a restaurant, The twins suggested a waterpark and then Aiden and Ben said they didn’t really care where they would go.

An idea popped in your head and you smiled; “How about a skating rink? That could be fun? I know a pretty good one and theres also like a trampoline part connected to it so that’s pretty cool.” Everyone talks about the idea, Aiden agreeing instantly along with the twins. “Well is there a buffet there? Maybe we could later eat there and just celebrate?” Ashlyn suggests and everyone agrees looking at you for your response. You nod and everyone cheers, excited for the trip.

The day of the trip arrives, you all agreed to meet up at the train station at 8am and you were there early, already waiting there at 7. You watched the sunrise and you smile taking a picture and put your phone away and try out some tricks. You first tried an ollie, the key trick you need to know to learn most of the other ones. You record some of the tries and relax for a bit, watching the clips when suddenly your eyes get covered by a pair of soft hands. “Aiden..” You say and smile at the blonde boy, who had his usual relaxed demeanor. “Hey, you’re here early aren’t you?” He says and sits down next to you, resting his feet on his skateboard, rocking his legs from side to side. “Yeah I wanted to be here just in case anyone needed help with anything.” You say and yawn slightly, not really shaking off the sleepiness just yet. He nods and starts to yap like he usually does and you just listen, letting him yap your ear off. You didn’t mind, you weren’t much of a talker, so you usually just listened.

The others finally arrived just in time for when the train arrived. Everyone boarded and you found your seats, all of you sitting together. Ashlyn decided to catch up on sleep, along with Ben. The twins and Logan were playing some card game and You just listened to music, sharing headphones with Aiden. You lay your head on the window and drift off, feeling a hand on yours.

You get shaken awake, and you groan but gather your things and skateboard and get off the train, leading the way. You jump onto your skateboard and you guys skate/walk for about 15 minutes when you finally get there. “Here we are!” You say and pay for your entry, putting away your things and grab your phone along with your skateboard and run to the rink, doing a quick board slide. The others cheer you along as you drop in and do a rock to fakie.

Aiden watches you with a smile and Tyler and Taylor do their own thing as Ty teaches his sister the basics. Logan and Ben were off somewhere probably in the trampoline park and Ashlyn watched everyone, taking videos. “I’ll need to ask her to send me that later.” You think to yourself and manual.

You mind your own buiseness, riding up to a ramp when a kid suddenly jumps in your away, making you manual a bit too quickly so you fell on your elbow. “Fucking hell.. watch it kid!” You yell and hiss in pain as you look at the now bleeding elbow. Aiden noticed the fall and ran over to you and inspected the wound; “Hey are you okay? That was a nasty fall.” He says and you laugh; “Come on i’ve had it so much worse before, and plus people break bones doing this shit so i’m fine.” You say and stand up and walk over to the sitting area and take out some bandages you brought along in this type of situation. Aiden snatches them from you and looks at you with a kind smile; “Let me do it.” He doesn’t even give you time to reply and is already carefully wrapping the wound. Your face feels hot and you look anywhere but at Aiden, looking for the others yet they were nowhere to be found.

“There, that should be better, and by the way, when did you start skating? Your pretty good, almost better then me!” He teases and wraps and arm around your shoulder. You chuckle and smirk, teasing right back; “Oh yeah? How about a game of skate?” You challenge him and wait for his response, already knowing the answer. “Hell yeah! I’ll win for sure!” He runs to get his skate and you do the same, and that was the start of a very long game of skate. You guys got bored after a while, agreeing on a tie and sit down, breathing heavily as if you ran a marathon. The others came back and everyone agreed on going to the restaurant that was across the street from the skating rink. You walk with your skates and decide to hide them somewhere at the back of the building and head inside the restaurant, ordering food and refreshing drinks immediately.

You sit down in the booth and Aiden slides in next to you along with Ben and Logan, the others sitting on the opposite side. Everyone chatted and joked around and your elbow was killing you along with your legs as well. Your eyes droop a bit but you take a sip of your drink that shakes you awake slightly. Aiden taps you on the knee and you look up at him, raising a brow. He leans in and whispers into your ear with a low tone; “You okay? You look kinda off.” He says and you smile reassuringly and give him a thumbs up under the table. He hums and smiles as the waiter brings the food everyone has been craving for the past 5 hours. You eat your food in silence, some chatting here and there but mostly you guys Te in peace. After everyone was full you decided to go to the bathroom to clear your mind, of course not letting them know the reason. You walk into the bathroom and sigh, they were empty, unlike many other restaurants and you shrug, walking over to the mirror and fix your hair up a bit when you notice Aiden in the mirror. “Hey, I know I asked already but you really don’t seem fine. Is it the elbow?” He jokes and you shrug, giving him a slight smile; “I’m fine don’t worry okay? My body is killing me though.” You say and stretch your body, some satisfying cracks echoing throughout the bathroom. You go to leave when you get embraced in a warm hug, a hand running up and down your back. “Relax for a bit, they won’t notice we’re gone.” He whispers and you guys stay like that for a few minutes when you finally let go. He looks at you lovingly and your face feels hot as you avert your gaze away from him.

He lifts your face to look at him and leans in, your lips brushing against each other and your eyes meet, Aiden looking at you as if asking for consent. You inch closer and he takes that as a yes, soft lips meeting yours. Your lips move in sync with each other and his hands wander down to your waist. You pull away and you hide your flushed face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles lowly and hugs you close. “You know i’ve liked you ever since that day we went out to get the jeep.” He says and you look at him with a confused look; “But I thought you liked Ash—” You get cut off by a finger on your lips and he smile; “Remember I had my eyes on you the whole time, I may have been comforting Ash but I had my eyes on you. I didn’t know how to approach you, ya know?” He says and leaves kisses all over your face. “Now I’ve got you all to myself~” He says and holds your hand, dragging you out to the others who stared at you and whistled, Ben looking at Aiden with a proud smile.

Later that day when everyone finally got home, Aiden messaged you and soon after you heard a knock on your bedroom window. You playfully roll your eyes and mumble “Idiot.” quickly opening the window. Aiden hops in and tackles you in a hug, you falling back on the bed. “Hey! What are you doing?” You chuckle and play with his hair. You hear a mumbled “I missed you.” And you giggle, making him look up at you. “We haven’t seen each other for like 45 minutes?” “Too long.” He shrugs and peppers your face with kisses, moving down to your neck and collar bone. Your eyes droop and you start to fall asleep, finally in his embrace.

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vietcrepes · 6 months ago

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◡ ✶ SCHOLARS IN SESSION!

study date headcanons with the sbg kids

◡ ✶ notice board: gn!reader as always, not proof read, established relationship, food mentioned in taylor's part, might be ooc

୨୧ ASHLYN BANNER

she doesn't really care for studying, between phantoms and ballet, studies are one of her last priorities. she'll do the very bare minimum to pass and make good score, but making time out of the day to study more? she'll respectfully pass. there are other ways she'd rather spend time with you, like curled up in bed, or teaching you how to dance.

it's not until it gets to exams that she decides a study date won't be bad, and if it's just the two of you it'll be peaceful. now, studying might not be her favorite thing, but when she studies she's focused, just as she would be in anything else.

you were in ashlyn's living room, her parents providing with plenty of snacks as she listened to music through her headphones. you? absolutely bored out of your mind. you had to analyze this poem and it was your least favorite thing to do in the world. ashlyn felt eyes boring into her head, and met eyes with you. with a sigh, ashlyn moved over to be closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and continuing with her work. "you're the one who wanted to study, at least focus for a bit"

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୨୧ AIDEN CLARK

the one time you manage to sit him down to have one of those cute pinterest study dates is the day society reaches its peak

he'll probably be pacing around, playing on his phone, and maybe doing a problem here or there. he's struggling on a problem? he was simply destined to not know the answer. don't take this the wrong way though, he's a brilliant student, really!! once he sees you struggling he'll be explaining the problem flawlessly, like he was the teacher of the class himself

"babe" aiden dragged out, on his phone as he draped his body on top of yours, "we've been here forever, let's go to the arcade" your features softened at the sight of aiden, but you had to stay stubborn. "no, it's only been 15 minutes hun, I need to finish this assignment." you were stuck on the math behind this particular chemistry problem, and it was driving you insane. "oh, you just have to convert the units to moles so you can cancel out the units in the next step" he said, looking up from his phone. "wait what-" you said, realizing he was right. he only beamed, once again asking if you two could go to the arcade. with a sigh, you gave in. after all, who could deny what aiden clark wanted?

୨୧ BEN CLARK

he tries his best to focus, but ultimately he ends up taking a nap halfway through the study date. the combination of schoolwork, classical/lofi music, and the soft sun worked in harmony to have ben doze off. if you play with his hands or hair it'll be the final thing that sends him to sleep. no matter how many times it happens you just can't bring yourself to wake him up

you scribbled in your notebook, listening intently to the history video playing on your laptop. after all, you had a written paper coming up that you needed to study for. your hand was intertwined with Ben's, the both of you sitting at the Clark's kitchen island as you could hear aiden playing video games upstairs. your fingers were intertwined with his, rubbing circles on his hand absentmindedly as your brows furrowed in focus. feeling ben's hand go limp in yours, you glanced over. he was fast asleep, blissfully undisturbed by your upcoming exams. you smiled, and tangled your hand in his hair as you decided against waking him up.

୨୧ TYLER HERNANDEZ

no matter how exhausted he is, he'll always find time for studying. he's driven and knows what he needs to do to achieve his goals, but his priorities can skew, especially after the savannah trip. he unfortunately has other worries, namely you, taylor, and whatever the hell goes on at midnight

it's you who reminds him to refocus on baseball and his studies, and once he does it's like he never lost his focus in the first place. he doesn't like studying for more than 4 hours a day, and usually only studies for around 3. no matter how long he's studying though, one things for certain, he'll always be touching you, whether it be a hand on a thigh or holding hands

tyler stifled a yawn, finishing up his annotations for this english passage as he got ready to write an analysis on the language use. the two of you were on his bunk, you researching for a presentation for another class. your head was rested on his shoulder, rambling on about how one of your group mates simply refused to do their part for the project. he listened intently, chiming in with the occasional "what an asshole" or even a "snitch on them." when your tangent was done, you went back to a comfortable silence with you typing away and tyler slouched over, writing away.

୨୧ TAYLOR HERNANDEZ

taylor is the perfect study date, point blank period. she's just as driven and zoned in as her brother but she's light hearted and doesn't make studying feel like a chore. she'll bring plenty of snacks and ask plenty of questions

while her questions are greatly appreciated, they can tend to stray off topic from your studies. in fact, most of the time they result in you two talking about issues entirely unrelated. before you knew it, piles of unfinished homework was before you and two hours had been spent talking.

taylor spun her pencil around, doodling on her science worksheet as she laid down on her stomach, swinging her feet in the air. she had finished a good portion of her work, but she had kept the hardest subjects for last. you were taking a break, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as a much-needed refresher. taylor, now uninterested in working, propped her chin up with her hand as she asked, "want to look at my welding projects?" upon hearing your laughter, she quickly sat up, "it'll be a nice break! we'll still study afterwards!" she defended, steadfast in her beliefs. you gave in, and an hour later you weren't even focused on welding, but rather something else entirely.

୨୧ LOGAN FIELDS

i feel like logan prefers studying the subjects he's good at on his own — he'll get into the flow of the equations and rules of the world that he'll be in his own little bubble.

of course, you are the exception to this. he loves doing anything if it's with you. he's willing to help you but you try not to rely on him too much, you won't be able to retain the information if you don't struggle through yourself after all. despite this, he'll go out of his way and help you if he sees you stuck on the same problem after too much time

logan glanced over at you, chewing on your bottom lip as you furrowed your eyebrows at the paper. he smiled, placing a hand on your back as he leaned in. he smelled flowery, an obvious side effect of working at the flower shop. you leaned on his shoulder, complaining about the problem and the class. "it's simple, you just need to look at it from another angle." he said, picking up your pencil before explaining in detail

writers note: it's my biggest fear... headcanons. this is just something indulgent and short n sweet 🙂‍↕️ ashlyns feels so ooc and poorly written I am so sorry ashlyn lovers.

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notbecauseofvictories · 7 months ago

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any advice for someone who's very bad at keeping friendships? people just up and vanish despite my best efforts, and I don't really know how to meet anyone else (dating apps are the worst/the pandemic ate my education/I work remote). late 20s are basically for feeling unlovable and ruined, I suppose.

Maintaining friendships---maintaining all relationships, particularly with people inconveniently not in the same apartment or office building---is hard. It just is. I've also found there's a steady attrition of freely-available friendship in your late twenties, as people move out of their crowded apartments, shack up, start having children and/or climbing the ladder into jobs that demand more of their attention and energy.

It is tough to be in your late 20s. You realize that you've taken for granted how full the world felt, with people and potential. You're not quite prepared for when you find yourself alone, and someone starts locking doors that you thought would be open forever.

Unfortunately, there is no easy fix to this. The only fix is: you are going to have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and do it all again. And again. And again.

"It" can take a lot of different forms. I know "join a group" is the most trite, annoying advice I can give but---do it. Find a group that you think you might be interested in joining, and join. Book club, running club, esoteric interest of your choice club; go on MeetUp and see what's in your area, volunteer for stuff. Ignore (for weeks, if not months) the fact that you feel awkward and out of place, and make it a commitment.

And then, when you've been part of a group---well, it's not so weird to ask if Lisa wants to go to a street festival with you. Not if you've packed lunches for the homeless with Lisa or laughed about a particular book with Lisa or been running alongside Lisa as you train for the upcoming 5k.

(Maybe Lisa will politely decline. Maybe Lisa will come to the street festival, but then has excuses for the next thing, and the next; she's too busy to make a good friend right now. And so---you will pick yourself up. You will do it all again.)

Or you can reach out to those people you've fallen out of touch with. "Hey, James, if you're in town let's grab lunch!" sounds very fake but it's not if you genuinely want to grab lunch with James. Ask Aiden if they're doing anything on Thursday, and would they like to come to bar trivia with you? If they're not in the same city, find some time for calls, or zoom---or hell, go old-fashioned and write letters.

If those ideas sound labor- and time-intensive, hard in the way that making yourself vulnerable always is......yes.

As I said, there's no easy route to this. Relationships take effort and someone has to go first; someone has to toss the ball and hope another human catches it. You cannot guarantee the catch, that's out of your power, so the only way to find people is to keep lobbing balls at everybody's heads and hope they have good reflexes.

#I think one of the lessons imprinted on my soul in the last few years #is how much effort everything takes.#if you want a good life you have to build it; it will take so much work.#more work than you thought possible. more work than you think appropriate. the work of a lifetime in fact.#at any point you can decide that you are not interested in building that life! you can stop. you can always stop.#your only punishment will be.....no one else will build it for you. you'll have to live out your days in a half-built life.#and there's another kind of pain in that.#sarah gives advice

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midnighthazee · 1 month ago

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Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: explicit language, fluff, mentions of anxiety, court themed antics/stress

WC: 5749

Chapter 17

“We are here to discuss case number 2018325. Is the defendant Christopher Bang present?” the main judge questioned.

It was a new judge, the two supporting judges still the same. The bald man looked over his glasses at the desks below.

“Yes, your Honor.” Chan says, standing.

“Very well. And we have a…Griffin Blake here?”

“Yes, your Honor.” Griffin stood.

“What’s your purpose here?” he asked.

“I was a witness to two of the murders. I was here to consult on Mr. Bang’s character in support of-”

“You’re dismissed.” the main judge interrupted, looking down at his paperwork.

“But sir I-”

“You are dismissed. Leave the courtroom.” the judge spoke with annoyance.

Griffin straightened his suit, trying to conserve whatever remained of his dignity as he grabbed his briefcase and left. Chan looked away, attempting to hold his smile in.

“Alright. Let’s begin.” he spoke, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “After looking at the digital forensic report, our investigator was able to restore the footage that was tampered with. It seems the footage was tampered with the purpose of deception. No visitors were found at the window of your holding cell.”

“Your Honor, with all due respect, there is no way that was the case. My client is being framed for the murder of Aiden Bang.”

“Unfortunately, the footage does not support this claim Mr. Park. The chargers will remain as stated.”

Chan’s heart sank. He could be sentenced to life in jail for the charges, if not put to death. He was seething. How could this have happened? How did the footage not show the killer at his cell?

“The jury did, however, sympathize with the two charges against Hayes and Milo Carver. The sentences will be reduced as it was in self-defense.”

The judge droned on, but Chan wasn’t hearing any of it. He went numb, thinking about his mates, about you. He barely got any time with you and now he’s stuck behind bars. Maybe he could break out. He could escape and take his pack out of the country. He knew some people up in Canada who might help.

“Mr. Bang?” the judge asked.

“Y-yes sir…” Chan said, blinking away his tears as he looked up.

“Very good. Dismissed.”

Chan looked questioningly at Seojoon.

“Your sentencing will be tomorrow.” Park Seojoon whispers as the courtroom clears. “I have one more trick up my sleeve. I’ll be working on it today.”

“What’s the point? They clearly have it out for me.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t give up. Stay optimistic. Don’t let them break you.” Seojoon insists as the officer guides Chan from the courtroom, taking him back to his cell.

The next morning was quiet and somber. No one wanted to get up out of bed or face the day for fear of what it would bring. Minho forced himself to make breakfast and get the pack eating. Jeongin came downstairs at the sound of pans clanging and offered to help.

“We should go.” Jeongin suggested. “Be there for the trial.”

“He’s not going to be set free, Innie…”

“I know. But we could see him. Maybe hug him before they take him away.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Hyung…”

“I said I’ll think about it.” Minho glared.

The rest of the time they were quiet, cooking pancakes, sausage, bacon and eggs. While Minho did the toast, Jeongin set the table. Changbin came downstairs, feeling the tense environment. He decided it would be best to go wake everyone and get them down for breakfast.

Most of them weren’t in the mood to eat, but Changbin guilted them into coming down for a couple bites and to appease Minho. Once everyone was sitting at the table, Minho stood and took a deep breath. Before he could speak, the doorbell sounded.

Minho went to answer it, opening it to an unfamiliar man.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi. Is this the home of the Greenridge pack?” the man asked.

“Yes…”

“I’m here to see y/n.” he said.

“And you are?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name’s Hudson. I’m her brother.”

“Y/n! It’s for you.” Minho called out.

Confused, you got up from the table and went to the front door. “Hudson? What are you doing here?”

“I already lost you once, I couldn’t lose you again.” Hudson shrugged.

You came forward, hugging him tightly.

“Can he stay!?” you ask Minho.

“Um…maybe for a little bit.” Minho reluctantly agrees, having a bad feeling in his gut.

You lead Hudson inside, introducing him to the pack. Minho looks into the front yard briefly before closing the door and locking it. He saunters into the kitchen, studying Hudson as he shakes hands with the boys.

“So aren’t you part of Blackmane?” Minho asks.

“Uh..yeah I was.” Hudson says, clearing his throat.

“You’re not anymore?”

“Reed is very controlling… I’m tired of dealing with his shit. I didn’t have anywhere else to go before. But now that I found my sister, I was hoping to be closer to her. I know it will take time for you to trust me but I’m just here for my sister.” Hudson smiled, squeezing your hand.

Minho couldn’t help but smile at the way you looked at your brother. He didn’t want to come in between the two of you reconnecting so he showed Hudson to the room in the basement. You stayed upstairs, fixing a plate of food for him.

“This will be your room for the time being.” Minho said.

“Thank you. This really means a lot to me. I can finally bond with her without Reed getting in the way.” Hudson said, putting his bag on the bed.

“Let’s just get one thing straight,” Minho stepped closer, his eyes glowing red. “You better have honest and true fucking intentions or so help me god, your sister will lose her brother again…permanently.”

Hudson nodded, swallowing thickly.

“I’m letting you in this house, but don’t underestimate me. I will kill you or anybody if it means she stays safe.”

“I understand. I don’t want any harm to come to her either, I swear. You don’t have to worry about me.” Hudson holds up his hands in surrender.

Minho glares before stalking off.

Hudson lets out the breath he was holding, shoulders dropping. This was not going to be easy.

Hudson returned upstairs and was eating his food when Minho came from the office hallway. He took a deep breath, making everyone nervous with anticipation.

“I’ve decided we are going to drive up to headquarters. To be there for Chan’s trial. This will allow us to be there and, in case things don’t go our way, see him before he gets…uh locked up.” Minho spoke with a strained voice.

The boys cheered and hollered, hurrying upstairs to pack their stuff.

“I would have just hitched a ride back with you if I had known.” Hudson chuckles.

“Oh yeah. That’s a long drive to do again…” you say.

“I did it yesterday, thankfully. Stayed in a motel last night and found the house this morning.”

“If you don’t want to do it again, you could wait here till we get back…” you offered. “I’m sure Minho wouldn’t mind.”

“He probably would. But I’m okay with a road trip.” Hudson smiled.

“Okay. Well I’m going to go pack. You want to come to my room?”

Hudson followed you upstairs, taking in the layout as he did. You were nervous for some reason to show him your room, cheeks going red when he entered.

“Wow. This is so nice. It fits you better than the room Reed had you in.” Hudson commented.

“Thanks.” you smile sheepishly. “The boys taught me how to nest.”

“You didn’t know how before?”

“No. My living conditions were… horrid. I was never given the chance.”

You got out the duffle bag the boys bought you, packing some clothes in it for a couple days. You packed pjs and toiletries too, along with some shoes. You folded the Harry Potter blanket Felix ordered you, placing it in the bag too. It was soft with the underside sherpa material, the top being your house logo. Your bag itself was a bit stuffed but not too heavy.

Your backpack included some books and snacks, a charger for your phone, and a few packs of your favorite candy (the boys bought some different kinds for you to try and you got hooked on this one).

After an hour, everyone was packed and loading up the two cars. Hudson just put his bag in the trunk, not even unpacking any of his stuff. While he waited by the car, Reed texted him.

How’s it going?

Hudson took a minute to think, trying to figure out how best to respond.

“Alright. Enha and Ahgase will be meeting us there.” Minho announced. “So let’s get on the road so we don’t miss anything.”

“Why are they coming?” you ask.

“Backup…just in case.”

Minho was driving one car, Hyunjin sitting in the passenger seat. You were sandwiched between Hudson and Seungmin, who was acting as protective as Minho about Hudson. In the other car, Changbin was driving, Jisung riding shotgun, and Felix and Jeongin in the back.

Minho was flying down the interstate, hoping to shred some time off the drive. He managed to get there in five hours, parking at headquarters ten minutes before the trial. Everyone got out, and looked up at the building.

“We are a family and nothing is going to tear us apart.” Changbin said.

He pulled everyone in for a group hug, Hudson standing off to the side and smiling. Once the hug was done, you all made your way inside, finding the correct courtroom and sitting in the audience. The trial would begin any minute.

Your stomach was doing all kinds of flips and twists, churning with nerves. You were dying to see Chan, to see that he was okay and unharmed. You wanted this trial to go well - to end with him coming home. But the last few didn’t turn out too well.

You didn’t realize your leg was bouncing until Hyunjin put his hand on your thigh. You looked over at him and he was smiling at you. You tried to breathe, easing your nerves.

Just then, two men walked in from below. One of them was Chan. You burst with excitement, calling out to him.

“Chan!” you exclaim, popping out of your seat.

Hyunjin was quick to pull you back from the banister, coaxing you to sit and be quiet.

Chan nearly jumps, turning to see you all in the rafters. His heart swells, seeing everyone here. He smiles up at you all, nodding in acknowledgement. He turns to face forward, fighting the urge to run up to you all and kiss everyone.

After a few minutes, the jury walked in. You were staring at Chan the whole time, hardly able to take your eyes off of him. You did notice, however, that Chan’s lawyer looked up to your section and nodded. You look down the line, seeing Minho nod back.

“Please rise for the Judge Panel.” one of the officers announced to the room.

Everyone stood, watching as the men in long black robes came in from the back. This was all so new to you, curious as you took everything in.

“Why do we stand?” you whispered to Changbin.

“A way of showing respect.”

“Who are those people?” you pointed to the section to the right of the panel.

“The jury. They help the judges come to a fair vote.”

“Fair?” Hyunjin asked with a snort.

“It’s supposed to be.” Changbin shrugs. “But they select people at random to participate.”

“You may be seated.” The main judge speaks.

He was the same judge from the previous trial, making Chan’s heart sink. If he had more bad news…

“We are here for the final decision regarding Christopher Bang, case number 2018325.” the judge said. “For the record, please identify yourselves.”

“Defendant Christopher Bang.” Chan spoke.

Wow you missed his voice, that aussie accent became so comforting.

“Defendant’s Attorney, Park Seojoon.”

“Judge Song presiding, accompanied by Judge Lee and Judge Ellis.” the main judge announced.

“You have been charged with three counts of murder in the first degree. The jury has been sympathetic to your situation so two of these charges will be reduced to a half sentence. Taking that into consideration, we will move forward with the sentencing. Is there anything you would like to say before we begin?”

“Actually, your Honor,” Seojoon stood, buttoning the top button on his suit. “It was brought to my attention that there was a witness there that night. He had initial reservations about coming forward for fear that the man who actually killed Aiden Bang would come for him too.”

The room filled with whispers and chatter.

“Quiet.” Judge Song demanded.

“You just happened to pull a witness out of thin air on the last day of the trial?” Judge Ellis questioned, earning a look from Judge Song.

“How are we to know this is not a last ditch effort on your part to evade the charges?” Judge Lee asked.

“I understand the timing is…questionable. But I swear by the law, your Honor, that our intentions are truthful and honorable. We filled out the necessary forms.”

“Bring them forward.” Judge Song gestured.

Seojoon stepped towards the podium, placing the papers in a security officer's hand. He brought them up to the judges, letting them review. They whispered briefly with each other before speaking.

“We will allow the witness to take the stand.” Judge Song stated.

You looked at the boys, eyes hopeful. Minho didn’t notice, too focused on the trial. Jeongin smiled back at you. Changbin held your hand, Felix holding his other hand. You reached to your other side, holding Hyunjin’s hand, making him smile and kiss your temple.

From underneath your seating, the door below opened, Chan turned around to see the witness come in. Two dark haired males walked in, both very tall. One of them walked with confidence, his arm around the taller’s back. The other was slightly hunched, as if nervous as he made his way into the courtroom.

They walked to the side of the panel opposite the jury. The section was half the height with a chair inside and a mic on the ledge. The security officer opened the half door gate and stood in front of the gentlemen.

“Please raise your right hand.” the security officer spoke.

He did as asked, his companion a few steps behind him.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in this matter for the court?”

“I do.” he nodded.

The officer motioned for the man to take a seat inside. He looked back nervously at his companion who coaxed him forward. His eyes were soft and doe-like as he looked up to the rafters. His eyes landed on your group before he turned and sat down. His companion stood off to the side, giving him a smile of encouragement.

“Please state your name for the record.” Judge Lee spoke.

“Uh… Choi Soobin, your Honor.” his voice soft as he leaned forward into the mic.

“Please give us your statement regarding the night of Aiden Bang’s death on August 30th, 2014.”

“Um..well my friend and I had snuck out and were going to this bonfire we heard about. It was supposed to be a bunch of older kids but we wanted to hang. We got there and everything was going great. We managed to sneak a beer while everyone was distracted with a fight about to break out. We never got names or saw who it was but some guys told them to go into the woods and handle it like alphas.

“We hung out a little longer, enjoying the music and talking with some of the guys. Then we saw some girls go into the woods and my friend believed if we caught them alone, maybe they would give us a chance. So we followed them. It didn’t take long for us to lose track of them in the darkness, so we decided to head back. It was on our way back that we heard shouting and growling.”

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat. “My friend was curious and wanted to eavesdrop to see what they were fighting over. When we got closer, we heard some of the conversation and realized we met one of the guys. His name was Aiden and he was the one who let us in the party. He could tell we were younger but he didn’t care we crashed the party. He was nice like that.”

Soobin looked briefly at Chan before continuing. “His acquaintance was furious, claiming he stole his girl. Aiden said she wouldn’t want to be with a murderer like him. This pissed him off…made him growl and grab Aiden by the neck. He yelled he wasn’t a murderer before punching him.”

Chan clenched his jaw, growing angrier as he heard the story of what happened before he showed up. He never knew there was another witness - never knew what happened to provoke the guy to kill his brother. But soulmates can have that effect, especially on young alphas who aren’t in control of their tempers.

“Aiden said her name… Sarah or Zara…I can’t remember but he said she chose him. That she was gonna reject the other guy because he was evil. This made the guy snap. He lost his temper and began beating Aiden. Punching him and throwing him back into a tree. Aiden got a few punches in, blocking some, but the guy was taller and stronger. Eventually Aiden couldn’t keep up with all the blows to his head.” Soobin continued.

Chan sat there, his eyes filling with tears as he recalled the beaten and bloody look his brother had when he found him. He should’ve done more - should’ve brought him to a hospital. He froze, unsure what to do upon seeing his brother so vulnerable. His brother was always so strong - had the answers - but then… there he was just lying lifeless in his arms.

“My friend and I couldn’t pry our eyes away. It shook us. The guy growled and had a dark murderous glint in his eye. It’s like we were frozen in fear or something, watching this all unfold from behind these large shrubs. Then we heard someone yell, making the guy turn around. He smirked, seeing this kid come running over. The kid saw Aiden and dropped to his knees and began sobbing. The killer told him that Aiden deserved what he got.

“Then, he ran off while this other kid was distracted. I felt a lump in my throat, wanting to go help him. But my friend pulled me away. He claimed we had to get out of there before the guy found us and killed us for witnessing the fight. We were so spooked, we just went home and never spoke of that night again.” Soobin took a big, shaky breath, as if relieved to finally get that off his chest.

“You saw the killer’s face? And heard his voice?” Judge Ellis asked, leaning forward.

“Yes sir.”

“Would you be able to identify him in a lineup?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you know the name of the killer?” Judge Lee asked.

“No sir. I never caught his name.”

“And this friend of yours…can he corroborate your story?” Judge Song questioned.

“I think so. Last I heard, he works here.” Soobin said.

“Really? What’s his name?” Judge Lee asked.

“Griffin. Griffin Blake.”

The blood drained from Chan’s face, staring with wide eyes. Minho gasped, even more invested than he was before. Jisung leaned over, asking him what was wrong but he just shooed him as he listened. The judges also exchanged glances, shifting in their seats as the jury muttered to each other.

“Thank you.” Judge Lee said.

“Do you affirm that the evidence you gave to the court in this matter was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Judge Song asks.

“I do.” Soobin says.

“Thank you for your candor. You may step down.” Judge Song stated.

“At this time, we will take a short recess for the panel and jury to discuss. We will reconvene in one hour.” Judge Ellis announced.

The jury stood, exiting through a doorway behind their section. The judges also left, leaving a small audience remaining.

“Can we go down and talk to him?” you ask.

“No. He’s still not allowed visitation.”

You pout, looking down as Chan is led away in handcuffs below. You wanted to jump down and run after him so bad it physically hurt. Felix reached over and held your hand, sensing your anxiousness.

“Come on.” Minho stood.

Everyone followed as Minho exited the courtroom. In the lobby, Minho looked around before noticing two men and urging you all to follow. You look, seeing it was the witness Soobin. Minho shook his hand, thanking him for speaking up. He also shook the other’s hand, thanking him for being here.

“This is Soobin, as you all know. And this is Yeonjun, alpha to the Moa pack.” Minho introduced.

Everyone bowed their heads to them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. We hope Soobin’s statement will be enough to free Chan.” Yeonjun grasped Soobin’s hand, squeezing it.

“I know it was hard for you, but I truly appreciate it. We all do.” Minho gave him a grateful smile.

“When we saw the news, Soobin knew it was time for him to come clean and face his past. He had his doubts, but he knows he has our pack’s support.” Yeonjun said.

“And our pack’s as well.” Minho added.

Yeonjun bowed his head in gratitude.

“So you were friends with Griffin Blake?” Seungmin asked.

“Thick as thieves. But holding that secret in…seeing on the news that Aiden died….” Soobin shook his head. “We grew apart. I haven’t seen him in eight or nine years.”

“He was in the first couple trials.” Minho said, earning a unanimous ‘what?!’.

“He was there on behalf of the Blackmane pack, opposing Chan’s freedom. He was pushing for him to be found guilty.”

Soobin shook his head in shock, Yeonjun rubbing his back.

“I can’t believe he would do that…he saw everything. Why would he lie?”

“That’s the question. If they bring him in… I hope he comes clean.”

They stood there in silence for a bit. The tension was making you uneasy. You shifted slightly, Seungmin putting his hand around your waist. This caught Soobin’s attention, making him realize you two hadn’t been properly introduced. Minho had talked very highly of you on the phone yesterday.

“Is this her?” Soobin asked, gesturing to you.

“Yes. Our omega, y/n.” Minho smiled widely at you, making you blush.

Soobin stepped forward and his scent finally caught you - omega. He hugged you, catching you off guard at first, but you quickly returned it. The boys were impressed you didn’t flinch at the stranger. He wasn’t threatening though. You don’t know if it was his doe eyes or the fact that he too was an omega. Yeonjun, however, did intimidate you.

Yeonjun stepped forward, holding his hand out to you. You shook it, bowing your head. “Pleasure to meet you. You’re prettier than he described.”

“Thank you.” you mutter, blushing.

“I hope you know how blessed you are to have each of them as your soulmate.” Yeonjun leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Use it to your advantage.”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant by that so you just smiled in response.

“Well, we are going to get something to eat. Want to join us?” Yeonjun asked.

“Sure. We would - y/n?” Minho began to say.

You were staring down the hall, not hearing the conversation.

“Y/n?” Changbin shook your shoulders.

You jumped, whipping your head around to him with wide eyes.

“Hey, you okay? What’s wrong?” Changbin let go immediately.

You looked over at Yeonjun and Soobin, forcing a smile.

“N-nothing. You just scared me.”

“We’ll catch up. I’ll text you.” Minho offers a smile to the two.

“Yeah sure.” Yeonjun smiles in return before heading out with Soobin.

Once you were alone, Minho came over to you, searching your eyes. You shrank under his intense stare.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice sharp. You go to shake your head but he cuts in. “Tell me.”

“I-I thought I saw Reed.” you whisper.

“He’s here?!” Jeongin asked, looking around.

“He does work for the HA.” Hudson adds. “So it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Minho was quick to turn around, as if he just remembered he was here, and snatched Hudson up by the collar. “What the fuck did you tell him?”

“N-nothing.”

“You’re one of his men, you told him we were here didn’t you? Didn’t you?” Minho wrapped his hand around his throat, gripping hard.

“Minho stop!” you tried to pull him off but he was too strong.

“Fucking bastard…I bet you know who Griffin is too. You two buddies? Go golfing together with Reed.”

Changbin and Hyunjin were quick to grab Minho, trying to pull him off. It took a few tries but they finally got him off, Hudson coughing as he tried to breathe. They pulled him back but Minho kept lunging at him, trying to shake off the two and grab him again.

“Minho…” you say, but he’s not hearing you.

“Get off me.” Minho growled.

You moved in front of Minho, trying not to flinch at the rage in his red eyes. His eyes immediately soften seeing your worried expression and he relaxes.

“He does work here. Hudson had nothing to do with this.” you say.

Minho mulled this over for a moment.

“I’m good.” Minho says and the boys release him.

Minho adjusted his suit, buttoning it back up. The two boys did the same, Hyunjin fixing his hair.

“Should we go get some food?” Jisung asked, breaking up the tension.

“Let’s go.” Minho grabbed your hand and pulled you along, the boys following. Hudson hesitated, taking a deep breath and straightening his shirt. Then he followed behind the group.

Outside, the pack had met up with their two allied packs, joining Yeonjun and Soobin for lunch. The boys informed Enha and Aghase about the trial so far. They were shocked at the newest revelation. Before they knew it, it was time to go back inside and resume the trial.

You had felt bad for Hudson, so you sat with him during lunch. But back in the courtroom, Minho pulled you closer to him, sitting you between him and Jisung. The two packs sat in the rows behind you all, Hudson at the end of your row. You gave him a sympathetic smile, which he returned.

Chan came back out, sitting at the desk with his lawyer, then the jury. Yeonjun and Soobin were sitting at the desk beside Chan’s.

“All rise.” the security officer stated.

Everyone stood as the judges took their seats.

“We will now resume after the witness's statement,” Judge Song began. “Were we able to track down Griffin Blake?”

“Yes, your Honor. He’s being brought in now.” One of the officers said.

Griffin was escorted into the courtroom by an officer who led him up to the witness podium.

The first officer came to open the podium gate and stood before Griffin.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in this matter for the court?”

“I do.” Griffin stated.

The officer stepped aside, Griffin taking the stand. He sat down nonchalantly - as if he wasn’t fazed.

“Please state your name for the record.” Judge Ellis spoke.

“Griffin Blake.”

“It’s been brought to our attention, Mr. Blake, that you were a witness to the death of Aiden Bang on the night of August 30th, 2014. Is this true?” Judge Lee stated.

“Yes, I was there.”

“Did you see the killer?”

“Yes, your Honor.”

“You saw his face? Heard his voice?” Judge Ellis questioned.

“Yes, your Honor.”

“Would you be able to pick him out of a lineup if provided.”

Griffin swallowed. “Yes sir.”

“Do you know the killer’s name?”

Griffin hesitated, looking over to Chan. He shifted, looking up in the rafters. He paused on your section and you swear he looked dead at you.

“Mr. Blake? Do you know the killer’s name?” Judge Song repeated.

“Yes, your Honor.” Griffin finally looked back at the panel. “I’m going to need witness protection, or some kind of deal if I tell you.”

“That can be arranged.” Judge Ellis stated.

Griffin looked at Soobin, a pained look crossing his face. “The killer’s name is Reed Kang.”

You gasped, eyes going wide. It was like someone slapped you across the face. You felt like you were going to be sick. No. There was no way. He couldn’t have….

You rush from your seat, hurrying from the courtroom. The air was suffocating and you couldn’t breathe. The boys were all stunned, not knowing what to do or say. Felix ran after you, Changbin too. Minho stayed, to see this through.

Chan heard the gasp in the silence of the courtroom. He knew it was you. It took a second for him to register why the name sounded familiar. Then he remembered it was because you wrote it in your letter. He was your brother. Your brother killed his brother. He caught a glimpse of you running from the courtroom when he looked back. God, he wanted to go after you…hold you in his arms.

“You’re sure of this?” Judge Song questioned.

“Yes, your Honor.”

“You took employment from him with this knowledge?” Judge Ellis asked.

“I wanted to get close to him. Earn his trust so that if he ever found out I knew, he wouldn’t kill me too.” Griffin explained.

“I see.” Judge Song jotted some notes down.

“Do you affirm that the evidence you gave to the court in this matter was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Judge Lee asks.

“I do.” Griffin says.

“Thank you for your candor. You may step down.” Judge Lee stated. “Please allow a fifteen minute recess for the jury to deliberate.”

The jury exited, followed by the panel.

Chan looked up at Minho, exchanging worried glances. Even now, Chan was still worried about you.

“You’re okay. Just take deep slow breaths.” Felix rubbed your arm, trying to soothe your panic attack.

You ran into the bathroom, hyperventilating and wanting to puke. You didn’t, instead sliding down the wall and sobbing. Felix came in, pulling you into his lap and rocking you. Changbin wasn’t too far behind, squatting next to you and stroking your hair.

“Can I get you something? Water maybe?” Changbin offered.

You shake your head. You don’t want to miss the results so you collect yourself, moving to stand. “I’m okay.”

“Y/n…it’s okay if you need a minute.”

“I want to know the results…” You say, standing. “He wasn’t my brother. I didn’t know him. I never did.”

“Okay.” Felix mutters, looking over at Changbin with a pout.

Changbin shrugs.

They follow you out as you come back into the courtroom. Minho stands in front of you, blocking your way, and searches your face.

“I’m okay.” You tell him, giving him a tight smile.

He doesn’t seem convinced, but you move past him and sit down.

“What’s going on?” You whisper.

“Fifteen minute recess while they discuss.” Jisung answers.

Minho grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. You blush, smiling at him. Trying to distract yourself, you look down the line.

“Where’s Hudson?”

“Minho told him to get lost.” Jisung stated with a laugh.

You whip your head around.

“He was working for your brother.” Minho reasoned.

“Doesn’t mean he knew.”

You go to stand, but Minho pulls you back down.

“Where are you going?”

“To find him.”

Minho’s brows were furrowed as he looked at you. He wanted to go off but he wasn’t going to make another scene, or hurt you further. “Wait till after.”

You mulled this over. “Fine.”

Fifteen minutes were up but still no sign of the jury or panel. This discussion was taking a while. Chan was still down in the middle, talking with Seojoon casually. Griffin Blake was nowhere to be found - Minho did mention he was escorted out in handcuffs though.

It ended up being closer to thirty minutes before the jury finally showed, making everyone sit up. Everyone stood as the judges entered.

“You may be seated.” Judge Song announced.

“Will the defendant please stand.” Judge Ellis requested.

Chan stood, adjusting his suit.

“The jury has come to a unanimous decision. In the charge of first degree murder of Aiden Bang, the defendant has been found… Not guilty.” Judge Song stated with a smile.

The audience cheered, making Chan smile and hide his face to collect himself.

“Settle down, settle down.” Judge Lee insisted, banging the gavel.

They were quick to settle down, eager for the rest.

“That being said,” Judge Song continued. “The jury felt that Mr. Bang has carried this burden long enough, dealing with the repercussions of the blame. That, as well as the reasoning being self defense, the two charges of first degree murder for Hayes and Milo Carver will be dropped.”

Judge Ellis held up a finger, warning the audience to remain silent.

“However, we will release you under a year-long probation period. Try not to kill anyone during that time.” Judge Song declared.

“Yes, your Honor. Thank you so much.”

Judge Lee banged the gavel. “Court Dismissed.”

The three packs in the audience cheered, jumping up and down, hugging each other in celebration. The security officer undid Chan’s handcuffs and he hurried over to shake hands and bow to the two men of the Moa pack, thanking them profusely for their help.

Chan bid them goodbye, ready to find his people when the pack bursted through the doors below. They all tackled Chan hugging and kissing him as they were elated to see him. You smiled, relieved of everything as you watched them from the side. These were your boys, your pack, your home. You couldn’t be more thrilled to have them in your life. This was all the family you ever needed.

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