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luvfy0dor · 1 year

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I Like my Boyfriend !! ♡ Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Word Count; 2.9k ♡

Warnings; Cheating, angst, some Sigma x reader, abandonment, perchance ooc

Description; Your boyfriend wasn't treated the best as a member of the DOA, the sole benefit being the casino he gets, but that casino is the very place his own partner starts to feel more for his boss than him.

A/N; Im so sorry y'all I know I should be doing requests instead but I think I won't be able to work on other stuff if I don't write this out ykwim 😞

The sky casino became just as much of your home as Sigmas when you started seeing him romantically. You spent many nights there, convincing Sigma to come and lie down with you when he was over working himself or massaging his shoulders after he had to deal with a stressful conflict between visitors. Sigma had welcomed you into his home with open arms once he was convinced you wouldn't take advantage of his naivety, sharing his rather short yet tragic life story and entrusting that you would be as loyal to him as he was to you.

The heels of Sigmas shoes clicked against the floor, making a soft tapping sound as you walked through the Casino corridors, his arm hooked around yours. His long, choppy hair fell over his shoulders so beautifully, the silky strands bouncing as he walked. He seemed tired today, having a little less pep in his step then usual, if you could even call it that. Energy was a better word, the poor boy looked utterly drained this morning. These are all the things you would usually notice and tell him about later, either through means of complimenting him or gently scolding him for spending too many hours memorizing small details about the casino's customers. Today was different, though. Your mind was clouded with the thoughts of someone else, another man, specifically the one you were so excitedly making your way to visit.

Ofcourse, whenever Sigma is around, you feigned strong dislike towards Fyodor, but that couldn't be further from the truth. You enjoyed your short time spent around Fyodor, he was utterly sublime in your eyes in every single category; smarts, looks, and honestly everything else. Despite his musty-seeming aura, he actually kept himself very hygienic. He showered every morning, alluring you with the clean and fresh scent of whatever soap he used to scrub away any accumulated dirt from the day prior. The quiet and quick glances you took of each other made your heart flutter, having to bite your lip in order to hold back a flustered, shaky breath.

You didn't realize just how emotionally disloyal you were to Sigma until he started ranting about Fyodor one evening and you objected him. It's not like you said anything too jaw dropping in your opinion, instead you said something along the lines of "Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit, honey? He's not all that bad." Was that the right thing to say to your boyfriend in that moment? No, absolutely not. Would that be the right thing to say to Sigma in literally any other moment? No, absolutely not². You knew that, you knew that real good and well, yet you couldn't stop your words once they already started to pour out of your mouth like a waterfall. The look of absolute shock and betrayal that painted Sigmas face was one you wouldn't forget in a million lifetimes. You could still hear the sound of his angered, yet not aggressive questions lingering in the back of your head at all times. Anytime you peeked in Fyodors direction with a blush on your face, you heard it.

"Y/n, are you being serious? You know about everything he's done, to me, to all those innocent people!" Sigma quietly murmured to you, the room falling silent with no white noise in the background to take your attention away from his truthful words. "And you really think he's not all that bad?" He says, visibly heartbroken, especially since he had shared all this with you; he trusted you to be the first person to back him up when he participated in Fyodor discourse, you taking the opposing side was something he could almost never predict. In all honesty, he didn't think you would have the heart to.

Sigma firmly believed that if you fell in love with another man, you would atleast tell him instead of leading him along like a horse with a carrot on a stick, but he was clearly wrong. He noticed your brief glances and exchanges with Fyodor, he noticed the way you started to get more nervous around him, and not the unsettling nervousness. It was the kind of nervousness a high schooler would have when talking with their crush. The kind of nervousness you get when you quickly interact with someone you've been so actively pursuing for months now, feeling as though you're finally making progress over a mumbled "excuse me" or "I'm sorry." Sigma believed that you were making progress with redirecting your hearts focus to him rather than to his superior, but today was going to either prove him right or wrong.

"Are you alright?" Sigma asks, the speed of his walking slowing down a bit as he turns to you, his eyes fluttering from your eyes to your lips quickly. You gave him a small smile and nodded. "Ofcourse, why do you ask?" You softly ask him, twirling some of his hair around your finger.

"No particular reason. You just seem a little...dazed this morning. Did you sleep well?" You hummed in confirmation, giving his hand a small squeeze. "Ofcourse I did, I had you sleeping next to me." You smile, knowing damn well you were lying through your teeth. You still loved Sigma, but recently many nights you found yourself gazing out the window, watching the stars for a while as you question your relationship with him. The main reason you stayed was because you weren't confident that Fyodor was in love with you the way you were in love with him.

"Alright." Sigma sighs, reaching for the handle of one of two big doors that towered over you both. "Let's just get this done and over with." He mumbles, pushing the door inwards and walking into the relatively spacious office. Fyodor sits in one of the chairs near Sigmas desk, adjusting his ushanka as he gazes at you both over his shoulder. "Good morning, Fyodor." Sigma says, sitting in his personal chair. Your eyes were glued on Fyodor as your brain turned off it's comprehension function, to dazed by the beauty of his gorgeous, purple eyes. You could hear both of the men speaking, but you had no idea what either of them were saying. You listened to the Russian accent in Fyodors voice, imagining him saying the things you wanted him to. You wanted to hear him tell you how lovely and fantastic you are, you wanted him to tell you he wanted to spend every moment of the day with you, your mind even slipping into fantasies of marrying him; envisioning pretty flowers on tables and what you would say in your vows.

You snapped out of your fantasy just in time to notice Fyodor looking straight at you, continuing to talk with sigma but staring into your soul. You blushed and averted your eyes from him for the very first time since you arrived in the room, diving back deep into your silly little fantasies about an average life with Fyodor before being so rudely interrupted by a loud and echoing knock. Sigma beckoned the person inside, the person only turning out to be one of the casinos many lower-ranked staff.

"Sigma, you're needed out on the floor. I'm not quite sure for what, but one of the customers requested to speak with you." This evoked a loud sigh from Sigma, who didn't really want to leave you alone with a man you had been "all over" a couple of months ago (and still were) , but he really had no choice. In the end, however, he would sacrifice you and your loyalty if it meant he got to keep the one thing he finds true, genuine, and unwavering stability in. The familiar sound and echo of his shoes fill in the silence, the door being left wide open deliberately. The staff member follows Sigma out onto the casino floor, leaving you and Fyodor in the room together, sitting across from each other. You stared at him for a moment, and leaned back in your chair.

"I noticed your staring. Do I have something on my face?" He asks, his calm yet teasing smile made a shiver run up your spine, giddy over the entire situation. Your boyfriend has stepped away, leaving you with your dream man. Alone. You shook your head at Fyodors question.

"No, no. Sorry." You mutter an apology, blushing. He hums, watching as you twiddle your thumbs or twirl your hair, doing anything you possibly could to avoid eye contact. He softly chuckles. "You seem so nervous around me...do I make you anxious? Are you scared of me?" He asks, continuing to tease you and trying to get you to admit your attraction, to which you shake your head quickly. "Not at all, no. I just...sorry, I didn't mean to stare...zoned out." You mumble. He lets out a soft "ohhh" , nodding and leaning back in his chair, his legs crossed.

The room falls silent for a moment, the clouds slowly passing by outside hold your attention. You can so clearly feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head, and if that had hurt you, it must have been utterly agonizing for him. You turn to look at him, your head tilting ever so slightly. Your eyes immediately lock with his, creating even more tension in the room than you had previously thought possible. "I know where your attraction lies." He says with a smirk, resting his head on his slightly balled fists. Your face felt as though it had immediately lit up in flames of embarrassment, trying to arrange your words in the most intelligible way possible.

"Ofcourse you do, you're a smart man." You say, raising one of your eyebrows and bouncing your leg a bit. "Ah, and Sigma is not?" He mutters with a large grin. You sigh a bit, shaking your head.

"I don't recall saying that." He hums, nodding. "You didn't say that, but it was kind of implied. Unless, ofcourse, Sigma knows that you're far more interested in me than you are in him." He says, rising from his chair and walking over to you. He gently grasps your face, squeezing your cheeks ever so slightly between his thumb and every other finger. His gaze flickers between your eyes and lips in the same way Sigmas had earlier that day. This time, instead of feeling nothing at all, you felt a strong, almost magnetic urge to connect your lips to his. One of your hands found itself on Fyodors chest, the other on his thin bicep.

"You're right, it did sound that way. I think he knows, but I think he's really trying to salvage the relationship." You say, subconsciously leaning into Fyodors body. You barely felt sorry, any pang of guilt that nearly hit your heart was rebounded right off because of the high speed that Fyodor had caused it to beat at. The pure excitement and thrill you felt any time he acknowledged your existence made your heart flutter, easily overriding every other emotion. You knew he could feel it too, his eyes softening compared to when he conversed with Sigma, a new gentleness to them. His thumb gently caressed your jawline as he shamelessly stared at your lips. "Hm, so you're leading him on, no?" A soft chuckle erupts from his chest, his hand moving away from your face to rest in the space between your neck and shoulder, almost pulling you in closer.

"You're right again, what a surprise." You smile, flashing your teeth in the slightest as you both mutually lean in, ready to kiss before Fyodor brings his finger up to your lips. "Hm, no, not right at this moment." He grins, pulling away and removing his hands from your neck. You can't help but frown at the lack of affection, this doesn't go unnoticed by the highly observant Fyodor.

"You can get all of that and more from Sigma, dear." He smiles, almost as if he were trying to pull a confession out of you, and boy, was it working. Both of you knew you didn't want that attention from Sigma, not anymore at least. You had seemingly gotten bored after about a year or so. Ofcourse Sigma had his qualities that kept you enthralled for some amount of time, but Fyodor really could offer you all that and a bag of chips. Fyodor was more so your type than Sigma was, and obviously Sigma was beautiful, but Fyodor was resplendent. Sigma was determined, but Fyodor was unwavering, every quality you seemingly loved about Sigma was easily one-upped by Fyodor, and yet you still stayed with Sigma.

You groan a bit. "Fyodor, I don't want the affection from him." You say, caressing his shoulders as he sits, planted in the original chair he had greeted you both from. You softly stroke the fur on Fyodors ushanka as he hums, acknowledging your statement. "Oh, I'm fully aware of that." He mutters. "Why do you think you deserve it? You're quite rude. Leading such a naive man on like that." His grin never fades as he sits cross-legged in the comfortable chair, teasing you with his words.

"You can't talk, you've done worse, and regardless, Sigma may be naive, but he's not emotionally stupid." You say, trying to convince Fyodor to hand you the love and attention that you want from him on a silver platter. He hums, seemingly thinking for a moment. "Mm...maybe later, we'll see." His Russian accent is as present as ever while he speaks.

You nod. "Alright, I guess it'll be worth the wait." You say, playfully rolling your eyes before returning to your chair next to Sigmas. It doesn't take too much longer for Sigma to re-enter the room, reclaiming his spot next to you, the spot that you wish was being occupied by Fyodor. Again, you zoned out, not really caring to listen to whatever it was that they were blabbering about. You found yourself stuck in some demented loop every time Fyodor was in your presence, always ending up almost entranced by him. Bewitched, even, and then going back to Sigma the second he left yet still having him overtake your thoughts and desires. This had to come to an end, and you knew it.

As soon as Fyodor exited the room, you would tell Sigma everything. About how you've simply fallen for Fyodor instead, not intending to break his heart but going unbothered if you did. About how you've been thinking about it for a couple of months now and it was time to end this. It just was not what your heart wanted and had it gone on any longer, it likely would have been detrimental to Sigma. Your heart simply could not beat for him anymore.

You heard them wrap their conversation up, Fyodor standing to shake Sigmas hand, which he hesitantly accepted. They said their goodbyes, and Fyodor grinned at you before he walked out of the office room. Sigma sighed and sat back down for a moment. He looked exasperated, and you knew what you're about to say was only going to make things worse.

"Sigma." You called his name softly, not wanting to disturb him just yet. You gently massage his scalp as he hums in response, leaning his head back into your hands. "I'm not in love with you anymore." You mumble. You can hear his breath hitch and his eyes widening for a moment, his whole body freezing as if someone had hit a pause button on his life. He brings his hand up and pushes yours off of his head, getting up out of his chair. "And you're one hundred percent sure of that?" He asks, his face still having a baffled expression. You nod.

"Alright. Get out." He says, pointing to the door of his office. A part of you wants to apologize, but it would be disingenuous, so you only nod as you head for the doors. Once you shut them behind you, you pick up your speed to a jog and search the hallways for Fyodor. You turn numerous corners before you spot the familiar black fabric of his cape, encouraging you to pick up your pace a little more. "Fyodor!" You call out to him, slowing down when he turns around and grins, indicating your possession of his attention. You walk up to him and start to speak after catching your breath.

"Him and I are over, we're done, I'm not leading him along anymore." You admit, staring deep into Fyodors eyes. "Oh, and how are you so sure I'm not doing the exact same thing to you that you did to him?" Fyodor asks, his hair falling towards one side as he tilts his head, looking you up and down. You roll your eyes a bit. "Are you?" You question the Russian man in front of you.

"No, but what if I was? That would certainly be a crime-fitting punishment scenario, I feel." A small smile is present on his face as he looks at you, taking in every detail of your face, noticing how truly void it was of guilt for your actions. Maybe some pity for Sigma, but nothing more. You smile at his sentence. "Hmm...I don't know, I'd probably be pretty sad." You murmur, placing one hand on his shoulder. "So it's a good thing you're not.

He grins and leans in before whispering softly against your lips. "It absolutely is, someone needs to give you that attention you crave so desperately, right?" He softly says, his grin doesn't fade as your lips connect in a kiss, his hand on your face softly caressing your cheeks. After a moment, you pull away for oxygen.

You nod a bit at his question prior to the kiss. "Yes, and I'm so glad it's gonna be you."༉‧₊˚.

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antilocaprine · 2 years

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kiss prompt 47 please? 👉👈

(Kiss Prompt List)

This is it. The Final Kiss Prompt. I finally got them all cleared from my inbox. We climbed this whole mountain. Everyone give yourselves a pat on the back. (And a thousand thanks to Peach, who helped me brainstorm a plot when I was drawing a blank on this prompt.)

47: ...out of spite.

Gordon hit the ground with a clang like a cymbal crash, and Bubby booed from the top of the ladder.

“Hurry up, Gordon, we’re going to be late!”

“It’s - I can’t - I only have one hand, dude!” Gordon flailed the bloody stump in the air. Bubby huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Excuses, excuses,” he said, then looked over his shoulder and darted away. “Tommy, stop that! I want some!”

“Christ,” Gordon hissed, letting his sweaty forehead rest against the cool metal railing with a thunk.

“hey, wow, what’s wrong with you? can’t even…d’you need to uh, download a ladder pack? huh? need a skill check?”

“I will fucking murder you,” Gordon replied in a conversational tone, not moving his head.

“that’s not very nice,” Benrey muttered. “can you, uh…can you move, then? so i can go?”

Gordon turned around and thumped his shoulders against the ladder rungs, squarely blocking the way as he leveled a glare at Benrey.

“No. Fuck you. You can fucking - teleport, or some shit. Did you forget I saw you drop out of the goddamn sky earlier? Go do that.”

“huh? no i didn’t.”

“Yes you did, you motherfucker! I saw you! There was a cactus there!”

Benrey smirked. “that doesn’t sound right. i don’t like, uh….cactuses.”

“It’s ‘cacti,’” Gordon snapped.

“what is?”

“The plural of - of cactus.” Gordon felt like he was losing control of the conversation, but forged on regardless. “It’s not cactuses, it’s cacti.”

Benrey shrugged. “okay. weird. can you move, please?”

Gordon leaned back harder and awkwardly crossed his arms as much as he could without dripping too much more blood over his one remaining hand. “No.”

Benrey hummed, glancing up at the platform the other scientists had already scaled, then looking back at the tunnel they’d all just come through. “okay, fine,” he sighed. “if you let me up i’ll, uh, give you a kiss.”

“You’ll - what?” Gordon nearly choked.

“you heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t,” Gordon replied weakly. “Why do you - in what world would that be an incentive to me?”

“i dunno, man,” Benrey shrugged. “you’re the one who keeps, uh, eatin’ my balls. sayin’ my voice is pretty. i’m just -”

“Your voice is not pretty,” Gordon interrupted. “Your - it’s the sweet voice, the - the singing -”

“i’ve heard you,” Benrey said mildly. “no take-backs.”

“It’s not a take back, okay, it’s - I never said that in the first place, it’s you putting words in my mouth -”

“you wish i put stuff in your mouth,” Benrey muttered, and Gordon sputtered at him.

“Why would I even want to kiss you, huh? Because I don’t. At all.”

Benrey glanced at the top of the ladder again, and Gordon tipped his head back as well to make sure the others weren’t poking their heads over like a peanut gallery.

“i guess that makes sense,” Benrey said, and Gordon looked back down to see him inspecting his nails. He kept losing and regaining the chipped black nail polish, to the point that Gordon wasn’t sure it was even real - but he had it now, and seemed unperturbed by the cracked state of his nails. “i mean,” he continued, “i wouldn’t want to kiss someone this good if i was, uh, that bad.”

“Excuse me?”

“s’common sense,” Benrey shrugged. “you prob’ly don’t have the, uh, skillset for that either. gotta…level up first. ladders, kissing - you’re really…not prepared for all this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gordon snapped, flailing his good arm at Benrey. “Don’t tell me I suck at kissing when you - you don’t know shit!”

“yeah, well, you’re obviously scared to, so…”

“I am not scared to, okay, I just have no desire to - you - you’re the one who brought it up!”

“what, are you thinkin’ bout kissin’ all day?”

“What? No!” Flustered and confused by the direction this conversation had gone in, Gordon spun around and grabbed the ladder again, kicking his foot up and starting to climb. But he’d only made it three steps before his boot slipped on a rung and he barked his shins on the railing as he was forced to let go and drop back to the floor with a clang.

Gordon glared at the offending rungs at the base of the ladder. He wasn’t sure if it was his or someone else’s, but something had recently dripped enough blood on the bottom two rungs that the boots of the HEV suit were slipping - and without the balance of two hands to hold himself up, Gordon was at a disadvantage.

“wow, don’t hurt yourself,” Benrey said from behind Gordon, and he hunched his shoulders and fought the urge to rip the ladder off the wall and beat Benrey to death with it.

“Shut up,” he said instead. “Shut the fuck up, don’t -”

Somewhere above them, something exploded. Gordon flinched and glared up at the top of the platform.

“Fuck, we have to get up there.” Then he turned and looked at Benrey - at his two good hands, and his one good gun. “What am I saying, I’m useless in a fight right now. You have to get up there; they might be in trouble.”

“yeah? well, let me by, then.”

Gordon’s mouth twisted in distaste, but he stepped aside. “Ladder’s slippery,” he said as Benrey trotted past him.

“uh-huh,” Benrey replied scathingly, and scurried up the ladder like a fucking lemur.

“Goddammit,” Gordon snarled, and followed him laboriously, setting both feet before moving his hand, keeping his severed arm tucked close to the chestpiece of the HEV suit.

More gunshots echoed overhead, and Gordon even heard a couple bullets sing by as they flew over his head. Another explosion rattled the ladder and he had to pause and just hold on as concrete dust and rust flakes rained down on him from the ceiling. All in all, he was pretty fucking pleased with himself when he hauled his sore body over the top of the ladder and collapsed onto the platform.

“Two out of ten on the dismount,” Bubby’s voice yelled from several yards away. Facedown on the concrete, Gordon raised his hand and flipped him off.

“why not one out of ten?” Benrey asked, from slightly closer.

“Well, he’s not actually dead,” Bubby replied, then there was a whoosh of flame and his cackling grew more distant.

Gordon growled and dragged himself upright in stages. He swayed on his feet for a moment until his head stopped spinning, then walked carefully away from the bloodstained ladder. Benrey stood with his back to Gordon, idly spinning his gun around one finger. The others appeared to be further down the single corridor. At least Gordon didn’t have to make a choice on which way to go: he could just follow the explosions.

Benrey glanced up as Gordon drew even with him. “wow, good job completing the ladder level,” he droned. “tomorrow we’ll, uh, start on stairs.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Gordon said pleasantly. “What happened to the kissing level, huh?”

“nah,” Benrey shook his head. “you’re way too, uh, underpowered. gotta level up more before you could even try to hold your own.”

Gordon snorted. “Is that so? And what - what evidence is that judgment based on, you dick?”

“i know things,” Benrey said primly. “gordon freeman sucks at kissing. everyone knows that.”

Gordon’s jaw clenched, and he darted a glance down the corridor to make sure it was empty of both friends and foes. Once he knew there were no witnesses, he reached up and snagged Benrey’s jaw, tugging his face around and up.

“bwuh?” Benrey said.

Gordon ducked his head and kissed him with spiteful intensity. He pulled out all the stops, working their mouths together, darting his tongue out to dance across the seam of Benrey’s lips, then biting Benrey’s lower lip and tugging it sharply as he pulled back. When Gordon straightened up, Benrey sagged against him, both hands gripping the HEV suit like he would fall down without its support.

“Don’t even try to score that, I know it was ten out of ten,” Gordon said, trying to disguise his hammering heartbeat. Benrey looked too dazed to notice anything - he was flushed bright red and his eyes were glassy and shocked. Gordon snorted and unhooked his hands one at a time from the HEV suit. Benrey swallowed, then stepped back, still holding the pistol in one hand. He gave it a halfhearted twirl and fumbled his grip.

The pistol went off, firing up at an angle. A moment later, a bloody pigeon smacked into the concrete and bounced, leaving a puff of feathers where it hit the ground. Gordon and Benrey both stared at it.

“i, uh…i didn’t mean to do that,” Benrey mumbled.

“It happens to plenty of guys,” Gordon said, his voice only slightly strangled. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

He could only keep a straight face for a moment, though. It lasted until Benrey turned a betrayed expression on him, and then he had to take off, whooping laughter echoing off the corridor walls as he hurried after the rest of their group.

Benrey would follow him, Gordon knew that. He would watch his back, if only to try to get revenge for the kissing thing later. And if it involved more kissing…well. Gordon touched his lips, still grinning. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #blood #swearing #animal death (pigeon)#vague reference to premature ejaculation #ladders are hard for everyone #i suppose that could be a metaphor too #peachquarters #don't think this means i won't accept any more kiss prompts #i've just had at least one in my inbox for like five months #so this is very exciting for me

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theirloveisgross · 1 year

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Is this a thing? Origin stories? So I was pretty ill last summer, and for some reason Harry kept popping up everywhere, especially on my instagram explore page that I was browsing bedridden and out of boredom. In hindsight it was probably because of hslot. So I started to view clips of him every now and then, and suddenly my explore page was full of him and funny one direction videos, that let me to louis who was just starting to promote the fitf singles (and I loved his new sound!). Anyway, soon I couldn’t escape the funny 1D compilations and they really cheered me up so much when I was unwell, but I’m sure we all know they are a short, steep and slippery slide down the larry-rabbit hole. Cue youtube videos and master posts and just the whole mayhem and at some point I ended back up at tumblr, found a bunch of blogs and kept following the people those people would repost from and now my feed is full of Louis and Harry and the rest of the boys.

Never have I ever been a part of a fandom that causes me this level of unease tho, and I think it comes from ppl shipping two real people in a very intrusive way. I’m not talking about you lot I follow here of course, but some people can’t seem to behave and understand that there’s sort of a fourth wall that you’re not supposed to break? Like keep the fandom within the fandom bubble, it doesn’t belong out there in the real world.

That being said, you lot here bring me so much joy at a time when life’s been a bit heavy sometimes! And this fandom has so so much talent it’s crazy!! The writers and artists and gif makers and just everyone here is so crazy talented and fun! So kudos to y’all!!

Hi!

Ah, yes... Harry's tour and his new album, everything exploded last year. I'm so glad you found them then and they provided you with some distraction. They can be... very distracting. I still don't know how to get less distracted, tbh.

Your second paragraph... *sigh* Yes, I hear you. That was something I had to wrap my head around the first few months. The intrusiveness of it all? I felt guilty, too, just by looking at videos being slowed down frame by frame of their reactions, or moments, or whatever. It still feels a bit weird, ngl, but it's so... "normalized" here, in this bubble, that I feel "okay" with it. I do agree with you though, that fandom belongs in the fandom. I still remember that "Sing Walls if Larry is real" sign in Washington last year. We saw it before the show, and we rolled our eyes, and I was like "why would people bring this stuff to their shows", but then Louis did what he did (and trust me, I looked at every angle possible, I am very skeptical about these things, but I was stunned). Why? Why did he do that in the way he did it? Hahajha. Listen- who knows? Maybe they were in a very good place relationship-wise and he was feeling frisky about it. Or... he was just being a little shit and knew the chaos it would cause. Or... yeah, idk. It's hard, and I think it all stems from the 1D days, especially the last year, when the Bears were the stars of the show and how they "communicated" with us through them. And it fucks you up a bit... but people forget circumstances, as well. Things change... they're not in the same band anymore, being worked to death, asked to behave in certain ways and whatnot, or asked to do things they don't want. They're on their own now, and I do believe they appreciate the privacy they have after not being seen together all the time and people thinking they haven't seen each other since... 2016? It's genius, if you ask me. Like, hey, we can be ourselves, in our own little world and nobody's gonna dissect how we move, or if we can even look at each other. And I think things shifted for them in regards of "communicating", it feels like they don't have to, and sometimes some of the things we see, might just be because they're so in tune with each other that these things happen on their own. Not everything, but just some things some people love hammering on about. Okay, I'm rambling here and going on a tangent, and not properly curating my thoughts, sorry...

ANYWAY. I'm glad you're here! :) The talent in the fandom is amazing, I feel so lucky we have people that want to share their work that they do in their free time for free with us all. Love to all! <3

Anyone who sees this and has joined the fandom in the last year or so, send me a message if you want. I’m so curious what was your starting point, what made you go “Larry?” and then “OMG LARRY!”, hajdhahs.

#larrie births #lmao that got long and rambley

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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2 - Am I Crazy?

Part 3

A God Worthy Soulmate

@queenieala

"It was weird, Lizzie. One second he was there and then he was gone in a flash." I explained sitting outside an ice cream shop with hee near the old clock tower of Mystic Falls.

She raised a brow at my words taking a bite of her chocolate cone. "Hey, I mean we've been through weirder stuff than that."

Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I sighed heavily taking a bite of my pink ice cream seeing some people from Mystic Falls high coming over. I recognized one of them as the jock Connor that used to date Lizzie's enemy. "Well look at this. Little boarding school girls out for ice cream how cute."

"So was the mystery guy cute in your dreams?" Lizzie asked hoping to avoid the jerks.

"Nice jewelry. You sure someone like you should have it?" Whipping my head up to Comor he reaches forward holding the charm in between his fingers smirking.

Blinking my eyes I swore I heard the guys voice from my last night in my head. "I could easily smite these guys for you if you wished."

Conor reaches up pulling my hair so I would look him in the eye. "Hey, are you listening to me. You know what someone like you shouldn't get this." He reaches down about to take before I saw Ken's figure zoom behind him with a smirk.

"Give me the word when I come find you and he'll be gone." He declared where I gasped throwing my hands up blasting a fireball out.

Conor and his friends jumped backwards rolling on the ground trying to put out the burns that had reached their clothes. Lizzie got to her feet vamping in front Conor grabbing him by his shirt compelling him. "You'll forget what you saw. You tried to flirt with my friend but she turned you down. Now go on about your day." The boys got to their feet walking away saying nothing.

"Okay compulsion is cool." I ran up pating her on the back where she grinned my direction. She interviewed her hand with mine and we started walking home.

Looking over my shoulder I couldn't help but think my mind must be playing games on me. Holding the charm in my freehand I sucked in a breath somehow seeing Ken walking right behind us for a few seconds smiling at me. "Fear not, Clarisse Montana. You will not have people talk so low to you once we meet."

Being back at the school I entered my room reaching under my bed grabbing my sketchbook since Hope and I both enjoyed art. Resting it on my knees I just started drawing for a few hours until someone knocked on my door seeing it was Lizzie. She closed it behind her tilting her head. "What are you drawing, Clari?"

"Don't know just got inspired I suppose." Shrugging my shoulders I kept moving the pencil across the page until I stopped.

Lizzie scooted over laying her head on my shoulder eyeing the picture in confusion. "Woah...is this the guy you saw last night?"

"Yeah why?" I asked glancing over to her as she took it from my hands.

She turned the picture back to me so I could see that I drew his face in great detail. Normally when I just let the pencil go where it wanted anything I drew wasn't very good. "Because I know who this guy is. I leaned about him with Aurora. His name is Ken and he's supposed to be a God."

Raising my brows at her I couldn't really believe that God's apparently existed in our world. But I can't say that it can't happen considering we literally live where werewolves, vampires and witches are real. Staring at the picture I felt my eyes get heavy where Lizzie called my name before I passed out in her lap. "Clarisse!"

Opening my eyes I slowly sat up brushing my fingertips over blades of grass. The wind blowing through my hair where I flickered my gaxe around not seeing anything else around me but trees and an opened field. "Hello, Clarisse. Do you like this setting. I could create something like this for you in the future?" Whipping my head around I felt my face turn red seeing the Ken guy standing in front of me.

"Why is this happening to me. I must be losing my mind because you aren't real." I frantically got to my feet holding my hands up in front of me as a defense.

He slowly walks forward closing the gap between us. He reaches up tucking hair behind my ear resting his hand to my cheek. "You're not crazy, love. Can you feel my touch?"

"Then where are you?" I nodded my head yes locking eyes with him.

He leans forward kissing my forehead whispering my name then disappeared. "I'll come to you soon enough. And when we meet you shall rule by my side." Closing my eyes mu body fell into the grass and I woke back in my bed with Lizzie watching me sleep.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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scentedchildnacho · 1 year

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Uhm I just meant by my Google reviews stuff everybody already knows...if people can't stop fucking with me or others or messing with me their life won't change ..

Women's law isn't different if you flash poverty and call it your misery object then you still have to live under alcohol unions in a heretical idea

Maybe they don't know or forget or just stop thinking about it but people have a right for the d.a. to tell them their immediately prosecuted

It's heresy it's beastiel all I have known it to be my friend heyroth hated me hated me and so she could be a drunk and brace face slave if people can't get off revenge at the world then the alcohol unions come for you

People have a tendency to think they can be too close to heyroth and it's just funny she is a feMale and deeply suspicious of the feminine for wanting to be close friends with people and she would do all she could to hurt me away from her disease....her lung collapsed and she hallucinated a lot of phobias

She had this really cute immigrant step sister just very cute and nice that like shared home pogrom with her anything she could do to make valla go away

She maybe had a criminology issue like brain damage....because she was learning handicapped she would try to hurt people if their affections were misplaced or wrong or illusory and just keep getting stuck then with us

Heyroth couldn't ever learn basic soap operas...you have to be spiritually direct and kind....your just stuck in your head you don't actually care about me....

When people break up with people normally then I finally go away if you keep getting into being a misery beater then I can't go away

I wonder about no one is special if the universe in it's cold calculated logic to carry out a strategy provides a decent life for people who hate and Holocaust on me and it is wrong it would feel much better if it was a legitimate war on me

They have horrible prostitute drug addict lives

Yea the correct environ for the heresy is northern European exotics like Hieronymus Bosch

Well I use to feel bad for chicks because my own consciousness was too intensely innocent I was expected as jobs to do my little help chores and so my world view remained unmaturate having seen more black lives matters artists I don't feel bad for segregated jobs at all if it's my secret powers world view...

I don't know what happened at the library today but it's again too rich of an issue using library space or attempting to kill the poor with housing inclusions

But they kept speed walking through on their they was fat program so I was afraid of it like I needed to watch Christopher hitchens for what their essential basement falsehood is

Simm theory has no relevance doomsday theory or the native creation myth does....

But they all went into the library to have a kids birthday party so others may not learn read or grow....it's just not at all the time or place for the bad behaviour lash out

They wanted a like for real fantasy basement party at the library

When I had my basement I would get these fantasies about my life that didn't work out actually being a really crack head kick ass ending in my favor

And every time I had this fantasy world in my basement room I would totally win in some way in the fantasy

Anyway these fantasies were pretty psychotic and schizo and yet eveny family had deference for this time I needed to simm theory so

Anyway in Natchez I was told that's a pretty awesome counter culture to get to do angels and fantasy and video games....like retribution what if what's going on in those fantasies isn't about people maybe some are immortal now

I could have been Vanderbilt and spawned things

Then I found out about Peggy mason getting to be neurobiology so in some way my disability was a capability I guess.....oops...

Archangel Michael and Satan

Anyway having to try to make me poop my pants is not a good life.....I went to the farmers market and that's very

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robboybot · 1 year

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Last night I finished watching bendy and the dark revival with friends and… in my honest blunt opinion? it sucked. It’s not a good game. It’s unpolished and 100% shows the fact it got interrupted and picked apart midway through it’s making by the company head.

It had so much potential and lots of interesting plot lines but ultimately the final result is so… EMBARRASSING? It’s an incredible insult to the fans and the entire team and it’s studio meatly and mood abused and took advantage of to squander out this disaster of a patchwork nightmare.

There’s a lot I can get into but I’ll tackle how the game suffers from a few major points:

-most all the major plot beats were stilted, interrupted by unfinished side bits, and felt shoehorned against one another. The plot was rushed, confusing, and had too much of an “Audrey somehow already knows how to do x” like PUNCHING A GOLD INK BOTTLE??? Not to mention that most of the “surprise twists” felt forced and far too easy of a cop out. Most of the side information and plots introduced went nowhere and could be easily left out entirely and change little to nothing (big Steve, a lot of the lost ones, literally everything to do with the seekers).

-the characters felt so confusingly rushed and also mislead for their importance and meaning!! 90% of the characters introduced had a minor role that gets confused and even forgotten by their own plot shortly after, making their presence feel confusing, trivial, and pointless. They’re used to unlock abilities that they somehow just know how to share (never explained) and then thrown away.

-Also the throwbacks to the original characters…. Spine shiveringly bad. Entirely mischaracterized their own characters somehow??? They got reduced from their entire roles of the first game to Star Wars studio level “look it’s this guy you know!” Roles. The fact you never directly interact with most of them makes the final sequence of the story even more forced and confusing.

-all of the fascinating ideas introduced got cut off or held back by a lack of proper utilization by either under explaining then and tossing them aside or by over explaining details that didn’t make sense and felt entirely out of place. Allison’s speech RIGHT at the start was 100% unnecessary and felt so out of place for her! The stuff with color never got explained and was literally shoved aside after the entire game building up this one character who you kill off so easily after. Why on earth are there lost ones making cults and mini societies you literally take over only to just. Forget them all? It’s messy!

And finally, perhaps the worst of all:

-the entire game felt like an incredibly shameless copy of bioshock but worse. Any potential for it being it’s own thing was choked out by trying so hard to plagiarize another game! There’s inspiration versus straight up copying and oh wow I kept grimacing saying “wow this sure is just like in bioshock” in a BAD way. Calling this “inspired by” bioshock is far too generous for what kind of people own the game (meatly and mood) who said their vision was better than the literal team they hired to write this game and creatively direct it.

The game had tons of potential ideas I liked and the mechanics are super unpolished but seemed decent and fascinating enough at first but. Oh god. There’s so much I can say lol. There’s just too much they could have done instead but they didn’t.

I’m sorry to the fans but this game is an exorbitant demonstration of the studio’s literal real world fall from grace and the horrific mismanagement, incompetence, and mistreatment by the owners to those who worked on it. Absolutely depressing.

Kindly beast and it’s sub studios has run its course I feel in a way that you cannot reverse from. They’re forever damned by their horrific mistreatment and mismanagement in a way that will always show through in their future games and endeavors. They’re a perfect example of how Indie studios can be just as damaging as triple A.

I’ll end this criticism by saying I genuinely smiled and laughed at a few parts because I tried so hard to give it an open minded expectation that had me liking it at first! But as soon as the city part was introduced it became too much. I genuinely wanted to be proven wrong and to be dazzled with a fascinating game that had fresh concepts on the original but was ultimately disappointed at best.

As a former fan… this hurts to see. I had hopes for something new and fascinating but was fed a nightmare of whispered gasps of what creative ideas the original team had being strangled by the encompassing desire it’s CEOs had to choke it into being what it wasn’t.

If I had to summarize it in one sentence:

Dark Revival is a cut up collage of “could have beens” pasted over a clone of bioshock with the writing and direction of a marvel film’s forcibly hammy one liners and over involved CEO decisions killing any real creativity it could have exhibited.

I actually think the first game was better in every way and will continue to love it personally but this studio and it’s series are dead to me.

#chat #long post

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Smelly Revenge (Ben 10)

It was Ben's favorite day of the week at Bellview Jr. High, Chili day and the 10 year old sometimes superhero, most of the time doofus had wolfed down 4 bowls of the stuff, getting looks of wonder and disgust from his classmates and a sneer of digest from Gwen. "Jeez, can you even taste it with how fast your eating it?" Gwen asked, shaking her head. "you know when you eat too fast you get gas, and your always bad after chilli." She added, shuddering in horror from the memories of sharing the rust bucket with Ben when grandpa had stopped at a chilli festival. "Stink fly smelled better then you did." "I know your trying to shame me and make me slow down or stop.." Ben said, pausing from licking his bowl clean and having chilli on his chin, then he let out a LOUD belch and grinned proudly before adding. "But I consider that a achievement, and look forward to topping it!" "Ugh.. I'm SO glad I don't have any classes with you.." Gwen said, holding her nose and getting up from the table, her own bowl of chilli only half eaten, Ben had unsurprisingly made her lose her appetite. "Hey, if your not gonna finish that.." he called to her and she rolled her eyes and slid the bowl over. "Have fun stinking up the school. I hope you crap yourself." Gwen said, and took off, not knowing how foretelling her words would prove to be.

Charmcaster, having broken out of jail earlier in the week and looking for revenge on Ben (Since during their last fight he had farted in her face after turning back to human) had snuck into the school before lunch had been started and using a simple invisibly spell had added a little bit of this and a little bit of that to all the chilli, making sure that anyone who had some was going to be in for a rough time for the rest of the day. But that was just step one in operation revenge is best served stinky (the name could use work, she'd be the first to admit that but it worked) Step two and three was where the real evil came into play. A bit of magic teleportation used on the boys and girls restrooms, and replacing certain items in the school infirmary would ensure Ben would never, ever forget this day. Still, as she watched him chow down, she had to admit it was stroke of luck he was such a greedy little pig, it would only make what was about to happen look more au natuteral. Or how ever the french said it. 'I think learning Latin for half of these spells was more then enough..'

Unsurprisingly, most of the other kid kept a semi distance from Ben as he made his way out onto the schoolyard, those who hadn't seen him pig out had heard tales and it was a common belief that he was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. even his bullies were standing back, Cash having gone to wedgie Ben once before on chilli day and having gotten a fart attack in retaliation that had left him gagging and tears leaking down his cheeks. Feeling a tad bloated and belching off and on, Ben went for a little stroll to work off his lunch, though he noted as he walked around the school yard that more then a few of the other kids were wearing looks of discomfort and he wasn't the only gassy kid. "heh, must of been a semi bad batch." Ben mused out loud, feeling a poot building up and looking around to make sure no one was too close. "And Gwen acted like I was just a pig.. welp, time to let this birdie fly!" Bending down like he was looking at a flower, Ben gave a soft grunt and let a massive wetish fart rip, and started to smile, it just felt so good to let out and he didn't care that it had been SO loud that yeah, other kids were turning in his direction. At least he was enjoying it till it stopped being a fart and suddenly he was filling the seat of his pants with a hot mush that came out with zero control from Ben, his butt was clearly ignoring any and all orders from his brain to stop and 'close the hatch' so to speak. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and it's NOT noticeable..' Ben thought, his cheeks turning crimson as his undies puffed out, a hope that was quickly dashed as he heard a cry ring out from a girl in his class. "OH MY GOD! BEN'S CRAPPING HIMSELF! LOOK AT THE BACK OF HIS PANTS!" She yelled, voice filled with mirth and laughing after she spoke, and yeah, soon other kids where crying out, pointing and laughing at Ben who found himself unable to stop, or get up. he was stuck in the poopers position till the 'ride' was over. "Oh wow, look at the lump!" a boy called, out, a mix of grossed out and fascination. "Ewww it's leaking though his pants!" A girl said, clearly disgusted. "Thank god the wind is blowing in the other direction!" A girl said with a valley girl accent, Ben didn't dare turn around to confirm who was speaking after all. "Hey Tennyson, did you forget to wear your huggies?" Came the taunt from Cash, a voice Ben knew far too well to mistake. "Children! that's enough!" Scolded a male teacher, Mr.woods if Ben wasn't mistaken. "Clearly Ben had a bit too much. Now back off while I go get the poor little guy inside." Ben huffed at being called a little guy, but as his smelly load slowed and stopped and he went to stand up on shaky legs, he was glad for the kind teachers words, and for his support as Ben had to semi lean on him. Hopefully, the school nurse would be just as kind and understanding.

"Oh my GOD, shitting your pants at your age?!? This is why I transferred out of the elementary school!" the young blond nurse asked, a well manicured hand going up to her face as she pinched her nose shut and used the magazine that she had been reading and was still in her other hand to try and fan the awful stench coming off of Ben away. 'And so much for kind and caring..' Ben thought dryly. "Miss Hardworm, One would think that your training included being sensitive to students in a time of stress." Mr.wood's said, a hard edge to his voice. "Uh.. well yeah.. there was..but..come on! he's 10 years old and in 5th grade! ugh.. i knew the school made a mistake when it moved the fifth graders over here.." Hardworm whined. "if your QUITE done.." Mr.woods said, his tone making it clear that yes was the only answer. "Ben needs to make use of your shower AND needs a check up." "Yeah yeah.. Ok.. Shower is that way.. there's a plastic bag in there for you -gag- pants and underwear." Hardwood said, setting the magazine down to jerk a thumb in the direction of the small shower room she had just behind her desk. "Truly, you are a overwhelming cup of kindness." Ben said, rolling his eyes and waddling past her (waddling from the load in his pants of course) and making sure to get a little bit extra close to her so she'd jump back. "Did you see that!?!" she cried out to mr. wood's as Ben closed the door behind him.

While Ben showered and made use of the potty in the shower room to make sure he was all done, other kids in the school weren't feeling so hot and a wave of poots were escalating all around, at least with anyone who'd had the chilli. Charmcaster took this all in with a smirk and a grimace, as while she was unseen and unheard, she couldn't block off the smell and made a mental note that next time she planned something like this, she'd bring nose plugs. A loud and massive poot from a chubby kid close to Charmcaster almost had her blow her cover as she had to cover her mouth not to loudly gag, and she dashed off, making a small change in her plan to be outside of the room when the next parts of her plan kicked in.

Positive that the tank was running on fumes, Ben walked out of the shower room with a towel around his waist and his t-0shirt back on, his undies and pants triple bagged and a couple of bars of soap tossed in for good measure. "Sooo uhh.. Where's the spare undies and pants?" Ben asked, looking at Hardworm and semi worried because Mr. wood's was no longer there. the blond gave Ben a nasty smile and then in a tone that did nothing to hide her delight, started to speak while holding up a short, pink Tutu. "Well as it turns out, we don't have ANY spare undies at ALL in here! Shocking huh? Guess they figured that you know..big boys and girls wouldn't be crapping their pants! as for pants.. this was ALL I could find in the lost and found, it's not much but it'll cover up the DIAPER I'll have to put you in anyways~" "..Heh..OK..I must still have water in my ears, But I could of swore you just said.. you have to put a DIAPER on me." Ben said. Blushing and giving a nervous smile."Buttt seee, that CAN'T be what I heard because that's just crazy right?...RIGHT!?!" Ben said, a panicked tone taking over and then in a small pleading tone he added. "Right?" Nurse Hardworm just smiled wider and set the tutu down, and pulled out a thick, grey and purple diaper with pink tapes. "What do you think? and look, we even got new diapers in JUST for little pants poopers like you~ Little charmy's they're called." she said with a nasty tone in her voice, following up with a laugh and then walking over and patting one of the beds for kids to lay on. "Hop up widdle guy~" "..And to think..I thought crapping myself was gonna be the worse part of my day." Ben whimpered. "The days still young." Hardworm snickered. Ben groaned and slowly shuffled over, dropping the towel from around his waist as he slid onto the bed, and covered his eyes. 'this can't get ANY more humiliating..' he thought to himself, only to have Hardworm giggle and lift up his shirt and tickle his tummy. "Awww, who's a shy widdle guy? you are! it's ok widdle man, Nurse Hardworm is here to wook after you!" She coo'ed, her tone taking on a motherly tone and as Ben peeked from behind one of his hands, she was legibility giving a nice smile. 'Just had to tempt fate didn't you Benny?' he mentally groaned.

For the next minute or so, Nurse Hardworm was kind and gentle, coo'ing softly and baby talking to Ben like he was just a toddler as she got the diaper under his butt and powdered him up, then tapped it nice and tight and helped him to his feet, giving his rump a soft pat. "There you go little guy! I guess we can skip the tutu..If you hurry you might be able to go and get your gym shorts and slide them over your diapey wipey!" She coo'ed and tickled his chin. 'Geez, maybe she isn't such a hard ass after all..' Ben thought, giggling a little and starting to smile. "That sounds great!" "Good..now get out of here you little shit before you crap yourself." she said, the nice act gone just as suddenly as it had appeared. "...you have a split personality or something?" Ben asked, raising a eyebrow. "Look, seeing you all helpless and needing a diaper..brought out a part of me that I try and keep buried and you'll be buried too if you tell anyone." she said and jabbed a finger into his chest. "..Rest assure, I doubt ANYONE will ever mistake you for a beacon of kindness." Ben said, rolling his eyes and turning to leave. Looking out into the halls, they were mostly deserted, save for the hints of a long line up waiting to use the bathrooms, Ben could see the back half of a kid from the window in the door. 'Huh, guess the chilli hit everyone hard..' Ben thought and went to turn the door knob.

Charmcaster was peeking in though the window, still invisible but knowing that any second now her little spell for stage two was about to kick in as the first wave of boys and girls would be about to flush the potties in the rest rooms. at which point, stage three would kick in with the diaper she had placed in there as all of the filth that was suppose to go down the drain, would end up in the back of Benny's diaper that was enchanted to expand as much as needed while doing nothing to mask the smell. 'huh.. mental note.. next time I do this.. nose plugs AND bring some popcorn for the show.' Charmcaster thought, sitting on her broom and getting comfy.

the wonderful side effect of Charmcaster's spell (Unintended but damn it worked out) was that as the back of Ben's diaper suddenly started to bloat out as it filled up, a thunderous wet farting noise was heard so it would seem like Ben was just crapping himself again. "oh my god, are you.." Hardworm started to ask, then put her hands over her mouth and nose. "Jesus! what are you, 90 percent bowels!?" "I-I..I'm not.." Ben tried to stammer out as the icky muddy gross feeling spread throughout the back of the diaper, making it balloon out like a cartoon diaper would and the back of the diaper was soon down to his knee caps, even as tears started to stream down his face. "Your not what? shitting yourself!?!" Hardworm called out, almost having to shout over the thunderous roars that was the farting sound effect as more of the waste piled in. "Bullshit!" As the back started to get too crowded, the front of the diaper raced to match the back as Ben squealed out, from the gross feeling but well it would just look and sound like he was reacting to the jaw dropping dump he was taking. Already the stench was heavy in the air, making both his and Hardworm's eyes water, and Ben held his own nose with a whimper of "STINKY!" that again, did nothing to help the illusion they he was just a diaper shitting big baby. "oh God! there's no way in HELL I'm changing that you gross little fuck! Get out of here with your shit swelled diaper before it's too big to fit though the door!" Hardworm cried out, summoning hidden depths of strength to over come the stench and the site.. to Push Ben who's diaper was almost too big out the door and make him land on his hands and knee's in the hall, slamming the door behind him and locking it for good measure. with Ben Out of her infirmary, she raced over to the window, not knowing that a young witch had been watching the show and laughing her ass, and opened it and stuck her head out desperate for fresh air. Charmcaster yelped and flew away on her broom, not wanting to get even a whiff of what had to be toxic stink by this point, and made a mental note that she would have to use this spell again sometime.. if not on Ben then maybe on Gwen.

Meanwhile out in the hall Ben quickly drew attention as his farts echoed loudly in the halls and even as they died down as the last of the flushing happened, for the moment at least. with the massive diaper bloated out behind him, Ben couldn't even get to his feet and any and all attempts to crawl away were futile. As students and teachers alike took in the site and taunts began to be tossed out, Ben started to laugh and cry, adding his own puny (By comparison) poopie to the load and then started to suck his thumb, the humiliation was just too much and his big boy mind shut down and went bye bye. Almost no one dared to get too close as the smell was overpowering, Mr. Wood's had attempted to but by then anther round of flushing in the bathrooms had started and so Ben's diaper started to grow again.

It was Gwen who figured out what had happened in the end, though there was no way to explain it out really to the world at large. Ben's mega load made news on all the stations, and he was world famous as the incredible diaper filler. In a act of semi Mercy, Gwen not only took the Omimatrix from Ben so that he wouldn't have to try and be a hero, but also made sure that he stayed in his simple toddler like mindset, gurgling and clapping happily whenever when filled his diapers since she knew if he had come to his sense, the utter humiliation of his world wide frame would of crushed him. In a bit of fitting irony however, When Charmcaster when to go and repeat her nasty little trick on Gwen, she turned the tables on the witch and now Ben had a drooling playmate in matching diapers to hang out with during the day under the watchful eye of Ben's mom.

The end

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gastricpierrot · 8 years

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Title: Flowers of Eden

Series: Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing: HideKane

Rating: T

Summary: They were children born of a mixed set of parents: one human, one ghoul. Raised and trained in the Sunlit Garden, they possessed strength that far surpassed that of normal people, as well as a lifespan that’s significantly shorter. Vibrant flowers that bloomed quick and wilted even quicker, if you must.

And among them were a certain half-ghoul and his half-human best friend; one who wanted freedom, and one who wanted to spark a revolution.

[Based on the Sunlit Garden HCs i posted really long ago]

Warning: contains slightly heavy themes

[Previous Chapter]

Also available on AO3

Hide twists a lock of hair between his fingers as he watches the news broadcast on the café television, now no longer as upset over how brittle it feels after having it bleached.

It’s been a month since they pulled off their escape from the Garden, and while he’s sure they’re still being hunted down like convicts on the loose, it’s been relatively peaceful so far. The CCG and Garden can’t exactly make a big issue out of finding them without raising some suspicions, and it’s not like they have the manpower to spare to carry out a nationwide search for two teenagers who look like any other out there. It’s all been taken into consideration when Hide was making his plans. There’s a reason why the first half-ghoul from the Garden hasn’t been found, and he knew how to exploit it.

Though really, there’s probably no need for him to go the extra mile to bleach his hair when he had it tidied up not long after things began quieting down and they could relax a little. His original brown hair would’ve made him less conspicuous in public, after all. Maybe he was just feeling a bit careless deep down, he didn’t know. Besides, bleached hair doesn’t seem to be the rarest thing around these days. Even he wants to do some things for himself sometimes.

“Hey, do you think ghouls really exist?” he hears the high-school student behind him whisper to his friend upon hearing the mention of an attack in the neighbouring Ward on the news. And do they, Hide finds himself musing as he gulps down the rest of his cappuccino before bringing the cup to the back of the store to clean it. He exchanges a quick greeting with the café manager when he later sees him outside, telling him he’ll be right down for his shift as soon as he gets changed.

The manager of Anteiku has done heaps aiding their escape from the Garden. An aged man by the name of Yoshimura, he’s the acquaintance Arima mentioned who would be able to hide them and keep them safe from the grasps of the CCG and the people actually behind the Garden—a mysterious organization called V. They’d miraculously managed to find the place where they were supposed to meet him in the sewers after what seemed to be an eternity of doubts and guesses once they realized they missed a turn at one point in the heat of excitement. Hide swears he’s never going back down there ever unless his or Kaneki’s life heavily depend on it. He’s never feared the dark as much as he had then.

Yoshimura had lead them through some doors, stairs, and more tunnels that seem to span kilometres upon kilometres. Then finally, just as Hide’s about to fail in suppressing a complaint, they stopped before a steel ladder not unlike many they’d already passed without as much as a glance. They climbed out of a hatch to find themselves in an empty giant warehouse of sorts, their footsteps echoing painfully loud throughout the silence.

They waited there for a few hours more until the sun set, Yoshimura offering them some food which they surprisingly had the appetite to scarf down despite all the adrenaline in the mean time. There was a long, long while of quietness; with the exhaustion gradually setting in, Yoshimura’s care to respect their privacy, and the inappropriateness of their location to discuss the one thing that’s no doubt weighing on Kaneki’s mind ever since Furuta opened his big mouth.

Hide had planned to tell him some time after their escape, don’t get him wrong. Okay—maybe still not the part about him having the compatibility to receive his kakuhou, but he was going to tell him about how he’s pretty much going to remain healthy for at least another five years. Furuta’s timing only made a huge mess and if Hide isn’t so intent in breaking all connections he has to the Garden he’d waltz right back in just to smack that shitty smirk of his face. And to think someone like him is going to leave that place one day to become a full-fledged Ghoul Investigator; what a load of bull. He figures he’d be the first to leave Tokyo if staying means having his personal safety placed under the responsibility of someone like Furuta had he been a normal civilian.

At any rate, they were later driven somewhere even further away by a middle-aged guy Yoshimura simply introduced as Yomo, and it’s only after a car ride that lasted half the night that they reached the café that would from then serve as their refuge. As embarrassing as it was, Hide barely had the energy left to ask questions at that point. They’d come this far anyway; it’s already too late to doubt the old man. All he needed was Yoshimura’s assurance that they’ll be safe there, and he’d conked out the moment his head touched the mattress of the bed assigned to them.

They’ve been there ever since, making the guest rooms above Anteiku their home. They kept a low profile for the first two weeks, only going down to help out before and after opening hours to stretch their legs by the end of the second week. They wore disguises when they finally dared leave to explore the streets; opting for masks and hats that are fortunately not bound to be out of fashion soon. And even then they could not always shake the feeling that they’re being watched or followed by undercover V agents commanded to track them down. Common sense told Hide that blending in was the best option they have, but paranoia told him otherwise. Every person who stared at them a moment longer made their hearts race, every trip back to Yoshimura’s place involved taking wild detours above low buildings and over wire fences. It took a bit of work for them to finally let their guard down enough to not feel like every venture outside was like threading on thin ice.

Kaneki’s already in uniform by the time Hide enters the room they shared, glancing away from the mirror in the middle of adjusting his collar when he hears him. It’s just recently that one of Yoshimura’s employees—a nice young lady called Irimi—suggested for them to work evening shifts at Anteiku. That way, they can pass time easier and earn some extra pocket money (and not freeload!) while minimizing suspicion from their customers. It’s apparently rather common for students their age to be working part time jobs after school despite it being banned by most educational institutions.

Needless to say, it’s been quite a ride since they started the job. They’ve been meeting new people, learning new things. Experiencing a life that doesn’t merely involve fighting and bloodshed.

“You’ve got a cowlick at the back of your head, Kaneki,” Hide points out with amusement as he closes the door behind him. His smile widens when Kaneki responds with a defeated sigh.

“I know, I’ve been trying to get rid of it for almost thirty minutes,” he laments, reaching to pat his hand over the offending lock of hair. “Maybe I shouldn’t have sat like that for so long after all.”

“Oh, don’t worry—I’m sure the ladies would still find you cute!” Hide assures with a chuckle, pulling on his work pants. His heart flutters when he sees the reddish tint dusting across Kaneki’s cheeks.

“T-That’s not the issue here,” Kaneki protests, not meeting his eyes as he walks past him and towards the door. “It’s only proper work etiquette to look tidy during shifts to preserve the image of the workplace and—“

“No offense, Kaneki, but,” Hide interrupts, glancing over his shoulder while he shrugs on a fresh shirt, “you don’t happen to have a thing against being seen as cute by girls, do you?”

“Just hurry up before you’re late, Hide!” And Kaneki leaves.

Hide exhales, another smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It’s been interesting, watching the slow changes in Kaneki’s demeanour ever since they ran away. It hadn’t been easy for him to accept that they’ve thrown away Hide’s only chance of extending his lifespan, even with all of Hide’s reasoning. In fact, Kaneki still hasn’t, not completely. He doesn’t think he ever will. Kaneki’s been aware of the price the half-human children of the Garden have to pay for their strength since day one, but knowing he’s done something that’s prevented Hide from changing his fate seems to have triggered a whole new wave of guilt and paranoia. There are still nights when Hide would be startled awake by his best friend’s insistent shakes of his shoulders because he’s suddenly seized by the irrational fear that he’ll no longer open his eyes. There are still times when Kaneki looks at him as though he might disappear at any moment.

Hide will die young. That’s a fact that can no longer be changed. But he intends to make sure that even after he leaves, Kaneki won’t be alone. That Kaneki would have the support and reason to keep living even after he’s gone. Staying and working here at Anteiku seems to be an effective step forward; he can see that Kaneki genuinely enjoys himself in his job, despite how subtly he shows it. He’s a fast learner so the blunders from his first day he’d been anxious about never did make a reappearance. He’s gotten really good at latte art and brewing coffee as well. Even the air he carries around him is slightly different when he’s working.

Perhaps the knowledge of Anteiku being a place of sanctuary to so many others plays a part in this gradual change. Kaneki had gripped Hide’s hand tight the moment they entered Yomo’s car the other day, apparently detecting a scent Hide hardly noticed. And blood, Kaneki had mouthed at him when all he did in response was blink in confusion. The car smelled like blood. Yoshimura did not miss as much as a beat then, telling them straight off that that’s indeed the smell of blood because of an accident with a corpse once.

Besides them, Anteiku is also a sanctuary for ghouls.

More specifically, it’s a place for ghouls who are peaceful, who are either unwilling or unable to hunt for themselves. Apart from being a café where both humans and ghouls mingle, it’s also a place that provides the latter with the flesh of corpses collected from a popular suicide site at the outskirts of town. Twice every week, someone from Anteiku would drive the very same car Yomo used to transport freshly collected dead bodies, Yoshimura told them. It’s because there’s a place like Anteiku that the 20th Ward in Tokyo is one of the most quiet ones out there when it comes to violent ghoul activity.

It… wasn’t exactly easy to digest at first. Despite their recently uncertainties, the belief that all ghouls are monsters that should be eradicated is still deeply ingrained into their mentality. Being there among possibly so many who are unaggressive, who are willing to feed only on humans who’ve given up on their own lives—it certainly gives one a whole new perspective. While Hide has personally never really thought of orders as being anything beyond orders, let alone whether or not they’re mistakes, he knows Kaneki’s different. He’s prone to being influenced by what he finds right or wrong; a trait of his that’s brought forth enough complications for himself despite giving him a certain compassion Hide lacks towards anyone apart from his best friend. Kaneki spoke of making changes when they talked about their escape. If there’s a place to start on it, Anteiku might just be the best one.

Hide can’t help wondering how much of Kaneki’s legacy he’ll be able to see him build while he’s still around.

He finishes fixing the buttons of his sleeves, and makes his way downstairs for another evening of work.

xXx

If he had a choice between living in constant pain or in constant fear, Kaneki thinks he might actually go for the former.

The stress of it all is almost impossible to bear. Going outside eventually stopped being an issue; he no longer had to spend fifteen minutes steeling himself before walking out into the streets and no longer jolted at every contact he makes with strangers or poles or walls. Suspicious individuals have stopped visiting Anteiku and they’ve stopped needing to make quick escapes through their room window on the second floor. Taking adventurous detours on the way back feels more like a habit than a precaution now. In fact, he’s even warming up to some regulars at the café; being able to exchange a word or two of conversation with them as he takes their orders.

It’s the fear and guilt towards Hide’s impending death that’s really gnawing at him.

Kaneki spends almost every night haunted by thoughts of finding Hide lying cold and still beside him the next morning and knowing he’s half at fault that he’s going to lose his closest friend. Even though deep down he too, knows that a surgery with only a fifty percent success rate is a big gamble and that Hide’s decision makes much more sense that it seemed to him initially. If Hide leaves him in this all-new world they’ve found together, Kaneki honestly doesn’t know what he’ll do. It’s too scary to imagine. It’s too scary to imagine a world without Hide.

It gets so terrible on some nights that it’s hard to even breathe. He would try and try and try his best to fight it, to not let panic overwhelm him and send him into shaking, gasping fits by curling into a ball, digging his nails into his palms, biting his lip. But he’d still end up waking him because it’s too much; he had to make sure. Though Hide, being Hide, would never complain as he helps soothe him with his assuring voice and soft touches. Sometimes they’d simply end up staying awake in silence for the rest of the night, each other’s company being all they need. Sometimes Hide would let him press his ear against his chest once he’s calmed down enough to breathe properly so he could listen to the steady badump, badump, badump of his heart. It’s okay, he’s alive. He’ll be here, he’s not going anywhere.

And as the shadows under his eyes grew more and more prominent, Kaneki had something new to hate himself over.

At least he’s too occupied during daytimes to dwell as much upon the matter as he does at night. He spends his mornings either napping lightly to attempt making up for fitful nights, reading the Manager’s vast collection of books he’s free to borrow, helping in the kitchen of the café, or simply wandering around the area with Hide. It’s a huge contrast to their lives back in the Garden, not having to adhere to a strict schedule that barely grants them time for themselves. Besides reading (which, was a given), Kaneki finds himself enjoying his walks outside with Hide the most. They would occasionally go further into town to admire creative shop facades and peer through display windows, sometimes even deciding to spend a bit of their salary on foods they’ve never seen before. Kaneki especially loves watching Hide as he gets excited over new things; the way his eyes sparkle and his features light up at beautifully decorated cakes, articles of clothing that suit his aesthetics, or even when he hears a song he particularly likes. Even with the exhaustion from countless sleepless nights, he seems more radiant now that he’s away from constant surveillance. There’s no longer a need for him to think about what implications every action might bring.

Kaneki can’t help wondering how many more of such faces would he be able to see if the current human-ghoul conflict could ever be solved, if peaceful coexistence could ever be achieved. How many others are there out there who would give anything just to be given the chance they have then? How many children are begging their guardians in vain to stay a bit longer just to have a better look at the toys they’d seen from windows? How many teens and adults have grown up with barely a chance to be so carefree because they’re unwillingly involved with CCG’s targets or are targets themselves?

Coexistence… huh? Perhaps this is also what Arima quietly wanted when he decided to help them. If there’d been no need to fight, the Garden and its children would not have to exist. Not every problem in the world will be solved, but the main one in theirs would, to the very least. And that’s enough. That should be enough to repay him for everything he’s risked and done for them.

“Kaneki!”

Kaneki looks up to see Hide hurrying towards him, a paper bag in his arms and a smile on his face. He waits as Hide then stops to dig into the bag, fishing out a loosely wrapped piece of fish-shaped pastry. Taiyaki, the menu behind the counter labels it. It smells wonderful.

“Is it worth the long queue?” Hide asks, watching him take his first bite, eyes wide and bright with anticipation. Kaneki chews slowly, savouring the complimenting taste of cooked batter and sweet red bean paste before swallowing. It tastes like nothing he’s ever had before. With a smile of his own, he nods to his best friend’s question.

And then Hide just proceeds to take a huge bite out of his own piece of taiyaki, apparently completely forgetting that it’s fresh off the stove and immediately burning his tongue. That doesn’t seem to upset him too much though, with the suspicious upturn of the corner of his lips when Kaneki frets over him. Despite his efforts, Kaneki isn’t able to stamp down his own tingle of amusement that follows a bloom of pleasant warmth in his heart. Some things just don’t change, do they?

“Let’s go to that place with crepes next, Kaneki!” Hide suggests once he’s able to finish unceremoniously wolfing down the rest of his food, already tugging at his sleeve with his free hand. Kaneki breathes a soft, fond sigh.

“We won’t be able to eat dinner at this rate, Hide,” he tries to reason even though he makes no attempt to stop him. Hide merely grins at him over his shoulder.

“That’s the whole point!” he says cheerily, marching straight on. “When’s the last time we skipped a meal because we had too many snacks?”

It’d be great if days like this wouldn’t come to an end, wouldn’t it?

xXx

Time slips by without them noticing, eventually.

Days turn to months, and months turn to years. All in a new, comfortable schedule. Sleep, rise, eat, read, talk, work, repeat. Amongst their continual schedules, they talk. Over a lot of things: the prospect of moving out, entering college, finding more substantial jobs in the future. And in Kaneki’s case, of what they can do to bring changes. Discussing about the last one seems to help reduce the occurrence of Kaneki’s nightly attacks a bit, Hide eventually comes to notice. Or perhaps time has helped as well, by slowly convincing him that he’ll live yet another day. At any rate, having a goal to work toward keeps Kaneki distracted enough to occasionally forget about Hide’s unavoidable short life, enough to grant him more hours of uninterrupted sleep.

It helps Hide forget, too.

A few months after they began staying under Yoshimura’s roof, they managed to obtain faux identities through the café manager’s many connections. They were allowed to pick their own names before that, and while having the proper documents would no doubt open a lot of doors for them, it was still a pretty depressing process. With each stroke to complete the characters of their chosen names on paper, they’re erasing more and more of who they were, who they have been for the past fifteen years. Once everything has settled, they would no longer be Kaneki Ken and Nagachika Hideyoshi except to each other and the records of a far-off facility. Once everything has settled, they’d have discarded their unknown identities for another, for the future.

Five years have passed since then. They’re twenty years old now, and fortunately still free from the clutches of V and the CCG. From the looks of it, they should probably have given up on them by now. Hide sure hopes so. If he comes this far just to be abducted in some alley and dragged back to the Garden, he might blow a fuse. He doesn’t blame them for being persistent—but to this degree? Even the search for the previous half-ghoul child didn’t last this long. They shouldn’t have the budget and manpower to keep it up for so many years, Hide’s confident. He’s told himself that over and over and over.

But the anxiety of being recognized persists. It takes too little for their lives to be turned upside down once more; a stranger with a good memory who swears they’d seen them somewhere before, a researcher who happens to bump into them on his day off in the 20th Ward, a child from the Garden who’s grown old enough to officially leave the place and join a squad coincidentally based in the town where they’re at. Hide has considered moving even further away to another prefecture once they’ve saved up enough, but with what Kaneki’s planning to do, it doesn’t seem to be possible for at least another five-six years. And if Kaneki isn’t leaving, then neither is he.

So they stay, only going as far as moving out into a modest apartment a bit away from Anteiku. It marks the beginning and also the end of a few things. Now that Kaneki has learnt and seen enough to have a good grasp of how the ghoul and human worlds interact, and now that whatever they do will not likely be traced back into the safe havens of Yoshimura’s café, Kaneki’s decided to take action. To begin earning himself a voice, a name, a reputation. To make the changes he’s longed to make in order to finally repay the debt he thinks he owes to the CCG’s current God of Death.

It’s a treacherous path that will involve the violence they’d so ran away from the first time. Kaneki would have to prove his strength, prove that he’s someone worth listening to. And for that he’d have to abandon the peaceful days they’d so desperately obtained and fight.

Of course, “fight” does not mean just plain brainless brawling—both Hide and Kaneki are pretty confident in their intelligence to fight intellectually as well. There’ll be lots of negotiations with other parties, lots of other ways to compel others to consider their wishes. What Kaneki intends to do isn’t a full-blown revolution, but to simply spark one because they know such drastic changes in society might take decades, even generations. Hide honestly didn’t expect the stubborn Kaneki to take heed of his words, but he seems to have eventually accepted that there’s only so much they can do as who they are, as two runaway hybrid children from the Sunlit Garden.

But they’ll do whatever they can, they best they can.

The first time Hide sets foot into the CCG’s branch office in the 20th Ward, it takes all his focus to keep his knees from buckling with the shivering of his legs. The only base he has to the assumption that there’s no record of him as a Garden escapee is the knowledge that the Sunlit Garden is a top secret project not many should know about. The CCG staff might’ve heard about it through the few graduates assigned to branches here and there, but they shouldn’t know who are the individuals raised in the institution itself. Besides, Hide’s name and appearance has changed over the years. He shouldn’t be that easily recognized anymore.

He really hopes he isn’t that easily recognized.

Information is the one of the strongest weapons one can have, they were reminded by a certain bartender once, and Hide can’t deny that. Once you obtain sufficient facts, there’s an abundance of ways you can use them to your advantage; be it to manipulate, to blackmail, or to withhold and trade. With information comes power, which is why Hide has came to a final decision to saunter back into the midst of the CCG as a part-timer. People tend to let their guard down in their own workplaces, so he figured it’d be a good place to start gathering information from chatty (or drunk, if he could get close enough) employees. They mustn’t rush this. Everything starts from the bottom, they just have to persist in climbing their way up.

In the mean time, Kaneki pursues the coarser route; that is going around finding and meeting ghoul leaders in neighbouring Wards. He’s strong, Hide doesn’t doubt, but he still can’t help but worry every morning they part ways to carry out their own part of the mission they’ve both decided to uptake. Ghouls commonly respect strength, but even a half-ghoul trained in the Garden might not be match for a full-fledged ghoul who’s spent at least a decade or two fighting to earn and maintain the title of a leader when it comes to it. Which is why it’s important for Kaneki to find allies first; peaceful and influential ghoul groups — like the Tsukiyama family—if they could before they begin moving on to ones that are more difficult to handle.

It’s almost ironic, how what Hide always thought as Kaneki’s biggest curse has now turned out to be his biggest asset. No one would bother listening to a random kid waltzing into their territory and suggesting a cooperation to bring coexistence. But Kaneki isn’t simply a “random kid”. He’s a one-eyed ghoul.

And a legend among ghouls says a one-eyed “King” will bring forth a revolution.

Really, it starts sounding as if they’re part of this dramatic young adult novel at some point, much to Hide’s bemusement. Only sadly, it’s all very real, as are the risks they both face daily. That’s one thing neither of them can forget.

“I swear, if you leave before me,” Hide says one night as he squeezes Kaneki’s hands between his own, his gaze darting from the startling strands of white in the other boy’s hair to the knit on his brow before finally settling on those grey, grey eyes, “I’ll never forgive you, Kaneki. I’ll even drag you back from the River myself if I have to!”

The conversation is what followed a sombre recollection of a fight Kaneki barely won earlier in the day, one that gained him all but some grudging support from a gang in the 16th Ward. Being injured to the point where even his regeneration almost couldn’t fix him, Kaneki’s extremely fortunate to not have gone alone this time. Even after eating some human meat from Anteiku, Kaneki still sports bandages along his arms and torso. Hide once thought he’d be prepared to see his best friend in this state, knowing the nature of his efforts towards his goals. He’s never been this mistaken.

“I won’t, Hide,” Kaneki promises gently, though Hide seems to hear a quaver of…something beneath his calm tone. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Hide heaves a loud, heavy sigh. He releases his hands to trail his fingers across Kaneki’s arm. “Do they still hurt?”

Kaneki shakes his head. “I should be able to take them off next morning.”

“Alright. That’s great,” Hide huffs, letting his hand fall back to his side. He tries to stamp down his agitation, to calm the spike of fear he felt in his heart the second he found out how close to dying Kaneki had been—but it’s frustratingly difficult. Can they really keep this up? Can he really get used to letting the most important person of his world willingly expose himself to this kind of danger each day?

He notices the way Kaneki looks at him then; the underlying tentativeness and concern in his eyes. And then he remembers, and he realizes how unfair he must’ve sounded back there. Kaneki can still somewhat control the circumstances on whether he’ll live to see another day. Hide can’t. The fact that Kaneki might wake up or come home to find Hide’s body cold and motionless at any random day remains unchanged.

There are no signs, and that only makes the tension worse. As morbid as it is, at least they can both brace themselves for the end if Hide has signs of his health deteriorating and such. But there’s none. All they have is a ceaselessly daunting One Day. One Day where Hide would never open his eyes again.

“Ah, by the way, Kaneki,” Hide turns away, moving for his backpack on the floor. They mustn’t dwell on it, mustn’t dwell on it. “I think I found out something pretty interesting about something in the CCG today. Did you know that the RC detector gates are actually programmed to let certain people through?”

They won’t be able to continue otherwise.

xXx

They do forge on, regardless of the many hindrances that seem to insist getting in their way.

The alias “Eyepatch” gradually becomes more renowned across the Wards of Tokyo, with Kaneki’s efforts. The mysterious ghoul dressed in black from mask to shoes who appeared out of nowhere and yet still somehow managed to become chummy with the young heir to the Tsukiyama group, the healer ghoul Banjou from the 11th Ward and impossibly, even Shachi from the 6th Ward. Some say he’s a cheat, a liar because there’s no way a single ghoul no one’s heard of until then would be able to pull off the feats he had. Some say he’s just insanely strong and frighteningly intelligent. Some sought to join his cause. Some revered him. Some feared him.

Many saw him as a nuisance who’s only making things worse.

But with his reputation, they knew they would not stand a chance against him in combat. Not fairly, at least. So they tried looking for a weakness, a handful of them eventually managing to discover that Eyepatch might, in fact, have an Achilles heel in the form of a blond young man whom he seems to spend a lot of time with outside his ghoul life. They were often spotted together on the streets, shopping for groceries, and sometimes even just hanging around at a park.

They tried exploiting this, of course. Only there was a tiny issue: the blond guy rarely ever leaves the CCG branch building because he apparently works there as a pathetic part-timer. Sometimes he even tags along with Doves as they hurry out of the building with their Quinque at the ready, obviously heading towards a scene. And for those who do manage to time their assaults right in the end, they never did turn up again until a few days later; their corpses found to be marked with precise, fatal wounds too cleanly inflicted to be done by the natural form of kagune.

After the third time, Hide finally decided to just throw his stained clothes away instead of trying to wash them.

They both work hard, trying to form the bases for the seams that would hopefully one day close the century-long rift between ghouls and humans. Or, at the barest minimum, bases that would one day lead to actions bringing justice to people like themselves; children who were born into the world just to be used and discarded once they’ve reached their due date. While Kaneki does his thing with the ghouls, Hide charms and impresses his way into the heart of the CCG—still, through some miracle Kaneki didn’t know existed, remaining unidentified as a former orphan from the Sunlit Garden despite the incident with the RC detector gates the day he went to submit his application. He’s just recently been promoted from being a simple errand boy to an Investigator Assistant, and he’s been attracting the attention of one of the Commission’s most prominent investigators. With enough luck and time, they could gain another valuable ally.

“Aren’t you worried about your friend?” Banjou asks once as they sat together discussing a plan they were working on to go against the Madams, a group of rich, mostly antagonistic ghouls who have nothing better to do with their money than spend them on gory dismantling shows starring captured humans and fellow ghouls alike. “No offense, though.”

Kaneki shakes his head, catching himself restraining the fond, weary smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the mention of Hide from one of his ghoul comrades. He keeps his gaze trained on the scribbled-covered paper on the low table before him, trying to think as he talks. “Frankly, I think Hide’s got it worse when it comes to the worrying.”

“He must have a lot of faith in you, huh? To watch you go out doing all these crazy things every day and still trust that you’ll come back,” Banjou marvels, absently stroking his creatively shaved beard. This time, Kaneki does face him.

“Didn’t you hear him brag all about it the other day when you guys met? The things he’s doing aren’t all that less crazy,” Kaneki reminds him wryly. At that, Banjou frowns.

“Well, yeah, but still—“

“We get used to it, I suppose,” Kaneki says before he can finish, picking up a pencil to make some amendments to the part of their notes that suddenly caught his eye. With several sharp strokes, he crosses out “complete elimination” and jots down a “seeding??” in the line spacing above it. “We don’t know how much time can we afford to spare being afraid, after all,” he murmurs the last part, almost subconsciously.

Banjou stares thoughtfully at the corner of their paper, saying nothing to that. Their silence stretches on for a few minutes until Kaneki speaks again. “Say, Banjou-san?”

Banjou quirks an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?”

“Hypothetically—and I mean hypothetically,” Kaneki begins, glancing up at the older man, “who do you think would be best to lead all these if I were to step out?”

“You’re thinking of stepping out?” Banjou’s eyes widen in alarm. Kaneki straightens in his seat, letting his pencil roll from his fingers as he shrugs one shoulder slightly.

“I can’t be doing this forever,” is all he says. He pretends not to see the suspicious look Banjou proceeds to give him. “And it’s just a “what-if”, Banjou-san.”

Banjou takes a moment to mull over his reply. “Unless some guy as hardcore as you shows up soon,” he starts carefully, still eyeing him with suspicion, “there’s no one who can do the job the way you do, Sasaki. It’s because you’ve made it so that it involves collective understanding and effort, if you ask me.”

“I see.” Kaneki smiles, feeling his chest lighten a little. That’s great. Even if he isn’t around, this struggle he’s started will go on. Even without him, they’re going to be okay.

Even without him, the revolution will continue.

“You really aren’t considering quitting this soon, are you?” Banjou persists, this time with a hint of concern in his voice. Kaneki moves to stand, using the short intermission to ensure there’s nothing in his features that would give anything away.

“Don’t worry, I’ll at least finish seeing this mission through first,” he says, letting out a small laugh in an attempt to dispel the sudden graveness in the air when Banjou’s expression remains unchanged. While he claims not to be all that great in the IQ department, Banjou’s incredibly perceptive towards others’ emotions. Even if he himself does not realize it, that’s probably the main reason why his followers chose him as their leader. It’s not everywhere you can find one who truly cares in the world of ghouls.

“Sasaki—“

“I’m sorry, Banjou-san, but it’s about time for me to check with Tsukiyama-san about our disguises,” Kaneki interrupts before the conversation could drag on. It’s not like he would change his mind anyway; there’s no need for them to waste more time. “Are you coming along?”

There’s no need for him to waver now.

xXx

He blinks awake from a dreamless sleep to the sensation of hair tickling his cheek, a warmth enveloped around his middle and legs.

Hide squints at the blue glow of their nightlight, groaning softly as his eyes sting from the illumination. It takes him a second to realize that Kaneki’s curled around him, holding on to him like how a child would hug a favourite bolster. His breathing is deep, undisturbed. He must be exhausted. Hide sighs, moving to gently brush his hair away from his face. His heart fills with warmth, the way it always does whenever he shares tender moments like this with his best friend. He wiggles a bit in place, trying to find his next comfortable position without waking Kaneki. His free hand comes to a rest over Kaneki’s nape, his fingers curling loosely into soft locks. It’s one of those rare, uneventful nights preserved by the absence of his nightmares and panic attacks. He half wishes he has the energy to stay awake and appreciate the moment longer.

Hide exhales slowly, muttering the words he’s never needed to tell Kaneki face to face as he presses a soft kiss onto the crown of his head. Then he lets his eyelids flit close.

xXx

In four years, Kaneki has achieved much more than he expected, as well as lost more than he’s willing to.

He’d united many factions of ghouls, and fought against even more to establish power. He’d worked together with Hide to figure out what they can do to the CCG’s side, what they can do to be heard by people who see ghouls as nothing but monsters. He’d gotten himself so close to death and endured unimaginable pain so many times that the stress has turned his hair completely white.

But all those are progress. Progress that pushed for more action by others even if he and Hide are not there to pull the strings. And that’s important. That should be enough to clear his debt.

Because it’s also four years later that Kaneki’s not greeted home by a familiar voice for the first time since they started staying in their apartment.

He must be asleep, is the first thought he forces himself to have when he trudges into their lounge and spots Hide seated on his favourite sofa. His eyes are closed, his head tilted slightly to the side while balanced on an upturned palm. Even though Kaneki already knows the truth deep down the moment he enters the room and feels the absence of that certain sense of warmth, the moment he notices how there’s no rise and fall of his chest, Hide really does look like he’s sleeping.

Kaneki crouches down before his best friend, brushing his fingers across his cooling skin. And “Hide,” he whispers very softly, the void in his chest condensing into a single lump in his throat. But that’s fine, he’s expected this. They’ve been expecting this ever since they left the Garden what felt like an eternity ago. He’s been preparing in his own way so that when this day comes, he won’t be overwhelmed by grief, won’t be thrown into an endless pit of despair.

Hide only said he’d be mad if he left before him, didn’t he?

It’s okay now. He’s done everything he could’ve done. They’ve both done everything they could’ve done.

“Sleep well, Hide.” He smiles, reaching for the calmness within as he feels the prick on his lower back. He’s glad; Hide hadn’t shown any signs of health deterioration until the very end. He shifts, resting the side of his head against Hide’s knees. He breathes out slowly, counting with each beat of his heart. Three. Two.

“I’ll see you soon.”

One.

xXx

“What do you think heaven looks like, Kaneki?” Hide asked, eyes fixed towards the unreachable sky above. Kaneki turned his head carefully, feeling the soft grass brush against the back of his neck. The stalk of a flower between their faces swayed in the breeze, back and forth, back and forth.

“Probably not like this place,” he said. Then scrunching up his nose, “though, now that I think of it, it might look somewhat like this place.”

Hide shifted to give him one of his obnoxious looks. “Kaneki, I have no idea what you’re saying again.”

“What I mean is,” Kaneki cleared his throat, hoping the slight burn in his cheeks wasn’t getting obvious. “It might look like this garden, but not the Garden as a whole. Just a big, endless garden.”

“That sounds pretty boring,” Hide comments, reaching to pluck the flower from the ground and twisting it between his fingers. Kaneki watched the white petals spin with idle fascination; clockwise, counter-clockwise, then clockwise again.

“Do you want to go to heaven, Hide?” he then asked, shifting his gaze back to Hide’s face. Hide purses his lips and hums in thought.

“I probably won’t be able to make it, with all those fussy requirements and all,” he admitted. He glanced away, scratching his cheek in an almost sheepish manner. “Besides, I don’t want to go anywhere without you there.”

Fortunately for him, Kaneki didn’t find his words worth teasing. “Because you’ll be lonely without me?” he asked, genuinely curious. It took a moment before Hide could meet his eyes again.

“Yeah,” he said, followed by a sharp intake of breath before his voice grows firmer. “Definitely.”

“Then I’ll stay by you, wherever you go,” Kaneki vowed, offering his little finger. “Pinky promise.”

“Oh, come on, Kaneki! Aren’t we getting a little too old for that? We’re turning seven next year!” Hide protested with a laugh. He released his flower anyway, curling the fingers of his outstretched hand except the last. When he spoke, his voice was softer, fonder. “But thank you. I’ll never leave you as well, I swear on that.”

Kaneki nodded without a single shred of doubt that he would.

And they hooked their fingers together.

A/N: and thus we conclude this monster of a supposed oneshot _(:DD the moral of the story is: think before you attempt fitting expendable AUs like this into a oneshot because what the fuc-

i still hope the pacing’s not too bad tho _(:D i honestly can’t anymore i tried and i’m tired aaaaAA

//whispers there are also some copies of my HideKane mini anthology "Camellia" left for grabs, so you can check it out if you're interested _(:D

#hidekane #kaneki ken #nagachika hideyoshi #tokyo ghoul #sunlit garden AU #i think i worked on this for almost half a year jFC #and i kept forgetting the direction i was heading real good stuff #now if youll excuse me i think i need a lot of naps-#fanfiction

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Hiiiiiiii so I really like angst and kind of want to make myself cry bc why not so can you maybe do Diluc seeing you with another character and assuming you're cheating on him? Miscommunication trope WHEEEEE

I love reading your stories okay babaiiii 💖💖

A/n:sorry for the wait,this fic took me a long time to finish since i wanted to make it as angsty as possible,i was really hesitant at first because it didnt came out as i expected but i hope you like it :)

Warnings:sfw,angst to comfort,mention of cheating,fighting,screaming,petnames

You and diluc have been together for some time now,you relationship was going great .everyday both of you would wake up and get ready to head to mondstadt.

you usually kept diluc company and also helped him with the customers,but today was different you told diluc that you would go to the antique shop to look and buy some stuff to decorate the winery before you come in the tavern to help him.

some time has passed and diluc started to wonder why arent you back yet? you told him you will be looking some stuff up in the antique shop and its been 3 hours since you were gone,you should be back by now.he tells Charles to take the bartender role for as long as he was gone to go look for your whereabouts and hastily left the tavern.

worry started to take over his body when he didnt see you at the antique shop,the possibilieties started to fog his mind,did the fatui took you?,diluc knew that the fatui were always keeping an eye on him due to his past and that he was the pillar of the wine industry in mondstadt,something that the fatui really wanted to take over for themselves

lifting his head up to look around it didnt take him long until he spoted you on the benches close to the windmills talking to someone,coming closer to see who it is ,he frozed when he realized that it was kaeya who you were talking to.seeing you both talk and laugh made his heart break into pieces,this couldnt be real he thought to himself,did you fallen for kaeya's charm like everybody else,he would lie to himself if he said that kaeya didnt have a way to pull people but he didnt expect you to fall for it too

he started to question himself,how long has your affair has been going on?is this the reason why you would always go to the antique shop just to talk to kaeya,were there any signs that he missed that you were unhappy and made you look for someone else?

the more he stared at you the more he felt his heart ache,he felt felt souless,was this really happening to him,defeated he made his way back to the tavern.

''you are back master diluc''charles greeted

but soon realised that there was something really off about diluc,he knew him better than most people and diluc was being overly quiet today more than normal

''is eveything alright master diluc''charles asked

''yes charles,there is nothing to worry about''diluc replied

walking behind the bar he continued to clean the wine glasses that were left off trying to forget what he witnessed by drowning himself into work

he heard the tavern's door open,he looked towards the direction of the door there was you standing there smiling with a bag on you left hand

''im sorry that im late diluc,how's work been?,i hope i didnt missed anything '' you asked him

''good''he answered.

''is there something wrong diluc?''you asked him but you were met with silence,what was wrong with him today,he was fine in the morning,did a customer made him mad while you were gone?he was always quiet but not like this.you went to ask charles if something happened while you were gone but he also didnt know why he was acting like that,making you worry even more,you cared a lot about diluc,and seeing him sad always made your heart break.

Thinking your night couldnt get worse,diluc avoided you through the whole shift,everytime you asked him ''what's wrong'' he would simply avoid both you and the question,so you waited until you went back to the winery to confront him in private

''everything is fine for the moment'' he turned to charles''if anything happens please let me know''he said, now turning towards you ''let's go home''

his answer was short and cold towards you,what ever happened really must have affected him badly.

Both of you arrived at the winery and you immediatly asked him again ''what's wrong'' but you were met with silence

''diluc just answer me already,im worried''tears of frustration started to run down your eyes

''why are you acting like you don't know''diluc said with his voice raised this was the final straw for him

''diluc what are you talking about'' it was the first time he ever raised his voice at you ,making you shake in fear

''you know what im talking about pretending to go to the antique shop and instead you are meeting kaeya''

''what!'' you said in shock,how could he ever think you will do something like that

''diluc you know how much i love you,how could you ever think i will do something like that to you''

''are you seriously playing dumb right now''

tears streaming down your face,did he seriously not believe you?

''how dare you accuse me of such act after everything we been through diluc''

''it's over,im done talking to you''diluc said still frustrated

and with that you both stormed in different directions. you went to your shared bedroom and locked the door behind you.laying on your on the bed the only thing you could do is cry.was your relationship over,you felt empty just by the thought of it,you couldnt think how your life will be without him,he knew how much you meant to him how would he ever think such thing.

diluc on the other hand went outside to take some fresh air,feeling himself finally calm and now with a clear mind, he thought,did he messed up and you were telling the truth this whole time,was this really the ending of you relationship just like that because of his stupid overthinking,he always pictured you as the person that will spend the rest of his life with,suddenly feeling a hand to his shoulder he turned around expecting to see you but instead he saw adelinde

''master diluc i heard what happened and im really sorry''she said

''its fine adelinde really,i messed up and it's my fault this whole started in the first plays''

''why don't go and talk it out master diluc,you know your mother and father also got into arguement and after they both calmed down they always talked it out and made up at the end''

he signed ''i guess it would be better if we talked instead of screaming at eachother''and processed to enter the winery again.walking upstairs he went to the rooom of your bedroom expecting that you locked yourself inside your and knocked at the door.

''sweetheart please open the door i want to talk to you''he said softly

breaking the silence he heard you scream from inside the room

''please leave me alone diluc''you said your voice hoarse and shaking from crying.

''i beg of you please love open the door''his voice full of worry.guilt started to take over him more than before,he knew he messedd up and now he was going to lose the love of his life because of that

''fine'' hearing the door click and swing open.there was you standing behind the door,eyes red from crying and the trails of your tears still visible on your cheecks

''what do you want diluc''you said your voice sounded souless stripped from all the happyness it had a couple hours ago

''i want to apologise to you,i wasnt thinking straight and overthought the situation,it's my fault this thing started in the first place please forgive me love'' holding your face with his hands making you look at him ''i'm just so afraid of loosing you that i didnt know what to do''

wiping your tears with his thumbs and bringing you closer to his chest, he placed his hands on your waist

''diluc how could you even think something like that,you know how much i love and i would never try to hurt you''you said placing a tender kiss on his lips

it was a soft moment between the two of you that you wished it didnt end,getting to see the vulnurable side of diluc unlike his usual fierce appearance,made you realise that how special you were to him

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader angst #diluc x y/n #genshim impact #genshin impact angst

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FREAKS I JUNG JAEHYUN

genre: slight humor, smut, very mature themes

warnings: cheating, slight corruption kink, poly themes, cursing, foreplay, just overall based around hooking up, weed and alcohol

preppy!Jaehyun, Badgirl!reader, bff!Taeyong bff!Ten, Jaehyunxreader, slight taeyongxreader, slight taeyongxten and tenxjohnny,

mentions of Yuta, Hendery and Johnny.

words: 8k

You had always gotten what you wanted, whether it be a hookup, an exclusive invitation or riling up people you hated. But the one thing you wanted most was Jung Jaehyun, the preppy boy who always did what he was told and followed closely behind his girlfriend. You would do anything to ruin him and have your name be the only one that escaped his lips.

A/N: okay so I just want to point out that I don't condone cheating or manipulative methods of any sort. The reader, Ten and Taeyong are very confident sexually with other people, and each other.

0. prequel (taeyong x ten x reader)

1. Freaks pt 1

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This was so out of your character but you just wanted him. You didn’t care if he wasn’t yours to take, you needed him.

Your eyes lifted as the lecture room began to fill in and you unconsciously searched for that tuft of brown hair and set of dimples. You felt your heartbeat speed up when you saw him find his seat two rows down from you, completely oblivious to your staring.

“Still going crazy for Jung Jaehyun I see” you heard a familiar voice sing behind you as they scooted into their seat.

“Ten please shut up someone could’ve heard you”

“Babe I’d be extremely surprised if someone in this room didn’t know you had the hots for Jaehyun” Ten stuck his tongue out, pulling out his textbook from his backpack.

You rolled your eyes knowing your best friend was probably right. You had been crushing on Jaehyun since you laid eyes on him a few months ago after attending one of his basketball games and when he dropped in the winning shot you were fucking hooked.

The only problem was that Jaehyun had a girlfriend, a long term one at that. You didn’t understand what he saw in her. Apart from her looks, she was quite abrasive and had a habit of making everyone around her feel like shit. Jaehyun on the other hand was a sweetheart. He tried his best to meet everyone’s expectations and was able to adapt in many different social circles.

Anyone else knew that going after someone who was in a relationship was a dick move, and you did get to an extent, the whole respectful bullshit or whatever. But you and Ten being the assholes that you were, thought that if there was an opening, it’s not as solid as it should be.

“It’s simple” Ten said as the two of you grabbed ice coffee at the campus cafe, “other people usually just go head on and flirt with someone right off the bat”

He took a sip of his drink and hummed,

“You need to play the field, you need to make them realize that their options are open.”

“Very insightful Dr. Lee” you laughed and hooked arms with him, making your way over to a table that was covered by a cherry blossom tree.

You and Ten noticed Jaehyun and his girlfriend emerge from the lecture hall hand in hand as she pulled him over to her pretentious group of friends.

“I want him so fucking bad” you groaned as you continued watching him be happy with someone else.

“Who wants who so bad ?” You heard a giggle and Taeyong, your other close friend made his way over to your table.

“The never ending Jaehyun and y/n saga” Ten mused, making space for Taeyong on the bench.

“Not him again” Taeyong took a sip of your coffee, “why do you always like those preppy guys ?”

“He’s not preppy! He’s like us! You guys just don’t know the real him” you argued, your eyes still filled with stars as you watched him remove his jacket and flex his arms in his plain white tee.

“Like us?” Taeyong pointed toward Ten, “Ten has fucked half of the swim team and four of them are still trying to get in a relationship with him.”

You snickered as Ten seemed proud of his achievements, smoothing out his hair and smirked, “I find my true love in different ways okay.”

The three of you laughed at Tens words but Taeyongs words didn’t bother you. In no way were you like Ten. You didn’t bother with people you weren’t interested in emotionally let alone physically. Jaehyun was the only spark in your eye and the only person on the entire campus that you wanted.

“Anyway there’s a party tonight at Taeil’s place you guys wanna go ?” Taeyong looked between you and Ten for an answer.

“Yeah fuck it” you responded, popping a piece of ice into your mouth.

“Let’s just get hammered and maybe y/n will realize there’s other men out there other than Jung Jaehyun” Ten pinched your arm to snap you out of another daydream.

You hoped his words were true. You really hoped you could get out of this rut.

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The cab pulled up at a frat house and the three of you jumped out, dressed up in outfits people were bound to stare down at. This was what you loved most about Ten and Taeyong. There’s no pretending, no reason to hide your true personality in order to please others. You three had fun dressing the way you want, doing whatever the hell you wanted with whomever you wanted.

“Hey y/n if you looking for someone to help you forget...I’m always available” Taeyong growled in your ear as he grabbed your ass.

“Down boy” Ten patted Taeyong’s back as he pulled out a cigarette.

The three of you were quite comfortable sexually with each other too. There had been many drunken nights where your lips were on Taeyong or Ten or Ten and Taeyong on each other. Many people on campus spoke about your scandalous friendship but to you guys it was very natural.

“I’m gonna get us drinks” Taeyong disappeared into the crowd as strangers already started approaching Ten from different directions. You were a bit more lowkey than they were and preferred to stick to the shadows and hang out with the more obscure personalities campus had to offer.

You had found Hendery, one of your art major friends standing against the wall, nodding his head to the music as he dragged in what looked like a blunt.

“Hendery!” You poked him cutely and he pulled you into a tight hug, engulfing you with his marijuana fumes.

“Hey y/n you enjoying yourself ?” He smiled sweetly, his character always being chilled out.

“I’m good” you took the blunt and placed it to your lips as you took in a long pull. Hendery’s stuff was weak but good enough to make you relax under the loud music and bodies of people.

You leaned up against the wall and noticed a familiar face on the far end of the room, beer in hand and nodding his head to the music.

It was Jung Jaehyun.

Your first instinct was to search for his stupid girlfriend but you quickly realized that she and her friends were not at this party.

What the hell was he doing at a place like this ?

You had no idea whether it was the weed or the clouded room but you felt his eyes on you for a brief second, before taking a sip of his drink and brought his gaze back.

‘Fuck he was so hot’ you thought, unconsciously biting down on your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

Jaehyun was dressed in a loose black tee and fitted jeans. His brown hair was messy and his lips seemed swollen from wetting them too much.

Your feet began moving. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and kept your gaze on him until you now stood in front of Jung Jaehyun, the man you have been desperately wanting for two months.

“Hey there” you moved next to him on the wall casually, “you’re in my business class right?”

“Oh yeah you sit in the back ?” Jaehyun replied with a smile and held out his hand, “I’m Jaehyun”

You took his hand in yours and felt a shiver down your spine at the contact.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you Jaehyun” you replied as your eyes drifted down to his lips, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party like this before ?”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at you and chuckled shyly,

“I came here with my basketball friends, you do these kind of parties often ?”

“Yeah most of my friends are here, I was surprised to see a good boy like you here” you kept your eyes focused on the crowd even though you clearly felt Jaehyun shift by your choice of words.

“A good boy?” He lifted his eyebrow.

“Yeah well you’re not friends with my friends and we’re quite bad....I assume you’re one of the good ones” you mused, running your fingers through your hair.

You felt Jaehyuns eyes fall on you briefly, “you don’t seem...bad though”

“That’s because you don’t know me Jaehyun” you smiled sweetly and looked up at him, “can I get your number ? Maybe you can hang out with me and my friends sometime”

Jaehyun shifted awkwardly holding onto his phone but despite having a few drinks he still felt a sense of guilt.

“I - um have a girlfriend,” he said under his breath.

“Jaehyun I asked for your number to hang out at a party like this” you turned to him and pursed your lips, “I don’t have a problem with getting dick if that’s what you’re insinuating”

You watched as he waved his hand, clearly embarrassed and handed you his phone, “I’m sorry I just- here”

Taking his phone you added your number in and sent a text in order to save his number into your phone and handed it back,

“Thanks, I’ll see you around I guess”

Jaehyun watched you disappear into the crowd and he felt his ears heat up after the encounter, you had him in the palm of your hand within minutes.

You already knew he’d be watching. You found Taeyong in the crowd and Taeyong being Taeyong already had his hands on your waist, turning your body so your back was against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as he rocked his hips against your ass, placing a soft kiss on your neck as you swayed to the music.

Taeyong knew what you were doing too. He already saw you talk to Jaehyun earlier on and he was more than happy to help his best friend out.

You didn’t bother looking at Jaehyun while you danced with Taeyong but Taeyong did. He kept his eyes on Jaehyun as he marked you as his, biting into your shoulder as his free hand found the lining of your crop top and pushed his hand under your shirt.

Jaehyun bit down on his lip, trying his best to look away as you were completely lost in Taeyongs touch. He realized that you were very different to him indeed, clearly unbothered by what people thought of you.

Even if he were single, he didn’t think he had it in him to make you feel the Taeyong did right now.

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After a long night the three of you headed back to Ten’s dorm room. Crashing onto his bed and pulling off your boots, you sighed deeply as the headache from the party began to set in.

“Hey thank you for that tonight Tae” you winked at Taeyong who was spread out on the floor shirtless, trying to order food.

“The least you could’ve done was help out my damn boner” Taeyong scoffed, “I nearly exploded at the party y/n”

“Was that for Jaehyun?” Ten asked, sitting at his vanity and removed his eye makeup.

“Mmm” you groaned and hugged Ten’s pillow, “I have his number now, not sure if he has the guts to text though since Taeyong was practically fucking me in front of him”

“Hey” Taeyong protested and sat up, “he watched the whole damn thing, he was probably into it.”

Ten tossed you an oversized tee before joining you in bed, “maybe our Jaehyun is a bad boy after all” he teased.

You shook your head and shrugged out of your party clothes and threw on Tens shirt, sinking into the bed and opened Jaehyuns contact.

Ping!

JJH: When’s the next party ?

Holy shit.

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You decided to leave Jaehyun on read for the weekend. On the inside you were screaming but you had to keep your composure. You remembered what Ten had said, ‘you need to find that hole, make them realize their options are open.’

It was already Monday and you had to see Jaehyun face to face for the first time since the party. You walked into the lecture and he was already there, seated up front and his eyes lit up when he saw you walk through the doors.

He shot you a nervous smile and a small wave, making sure it was subtle enough for the people around him to not notice.

As much as you wanted to stare back you kept your eyes focused on the lecture slides in front of you, knowing very well that Jaehyun had turned back for the third time in 30 minutes to look at you.

“Baby boy is thirsty” Ten smirked, leaning into you as he watched Jaehyun turn around again, flustered at Ten staring him down. You playfully nudged Ten, “you're scaring him,” Ten chuckled at your words and returned to his work as you yourself felt a bit bashful that Jung Jaehyun was finally paying attention to you.

Class had ended and you walked over to the usual spot, Taeyong was already sprawled out on the bench taking in the afternoon sunlight. “Do you even try to act normal ?” Ten knocked Taeyong’s leg out of the way and flicked his exposed nipple.

“Ow don't do that it turns me on” he whined,

“Everything turns you on Taeyong'' you giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek before taking a seat next to him. Taeyong growled and pulled you closer to him, straddling the bench, placing his legs on either side of you. Sometimes you wondered what people thought of the three of you. Ten had mentioned once that someone on the swim team thought you guys were in a polyamorous relationship. As much as all three of you fooled around there was only one hookup that led to a threesome, but that was a story for another day.

“I still haven't texted him back” you spoke, stuffing a piece of banana muffin in your mouth.

“I thought you wanted to jump this guy” Taeyong scoffed.

“He’s still in a relationship and even told me so that night” you explained looking over to where Jaehyun was seated with the rest of the preppy business students and his girlfriend, “If he was drunk enough to stay faithful that means I don't have an opening yet.”

“Is that why he keeps looking over here while sitting next to his girlfriend ?”

Taeyong’s words made you look up and ofcourse Jaehyun was looking over at you despite having an arm around his girlfriend. This time it was less subtle than in the lecture room. He talked with his friends but you had his full attention, making sure to look over at your table every few minutes.

“If it isn't my favorite polygamists” a low voice bellowed from behind Ten and the three of you looked up and realized it was Ten’s boy of the semester, Johnny Suh.

“It's really weird when you call us that you know?” Ten rolled his eyes as Johnny hugged him from behind and slid into the seat next to him. Johnny followed your eyes over to where Jaehyun sat and smirked, “Jaehyun ? seriously? You're literally too hot to be chasing someone as boring as him y/n”

“Shut up he is not boring” you popped another piece of the muffin in your mouth.

You studied Jaehyun as you noticed his girlfriend tried to bring his attention back to her conversation, completely unaware that her boyfriend was looking at another girl. Why would she ? She had everything. The perfect grades, the perfect face and body, and the perfect boyfriend. Jaehyun took a look at his beautiful girlfriend as she spoke, he knew why he liked her and why their relationship worked but why did he feel as if he were missing out. His eyes drifted again to that table at the back where the art students sat. They always seemed to have the best time despite half the campus avoiding them or calling them weird for being themselves. A part of him wished he was free to do that too. He was deeply interested in music and the arts, but was scared to share his tastes as he didnt want to be an outcast to his friends. Jaehyun shifted in his seat as he watched that blonde haired guy from the party wrap his hands around your waist, freely caressing your skin in front of everyone as you nonchalantly ate your lunch.

Arin, Jaehyun’s girlfriend stopped her conversation and followed her boyfriend's eyes to the table at the back.

“Urgh those freaks have no shame, imagine what their parents would think of them” she pulled her face as her friends hummed in agreement.

“The other day I saw the black haired guy and Johnny from the basketball team making out in the bleachers” another girl said and Jaehyun noticed Johnny, one of his team mates sitting comfortably with the small black haired boy he always saw you with during your business lecture.

“T-that reminds me I need to tell Johnny about the meeting today” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head, he didn't know why he wanted to go over there but he was curious to know what you all were like during a campus setting.

Arin took a sip of her ice latte and flipped her golden brown hair over her shoulder, “can't you just text him ?”

Jaehyun cleared his throat and found himself standing up, throwing his satchel over his shoulder,

“He doesn't answer his texts, I'll be about five minutes.”

Jaehyun gently stroked Arin’s head as she just shrugged, not really finding him suspicious. Why would Jaehyun be interested in people like that ? He was a good guy and he felt most comfortable with her and their circle of friends.

Meanwhile at your table you four were in deep discussion about Johnny’s little halloween get together.

“Why are you only inviting 20 people ?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knitted together, “that's not a party that's a meeting.”

“Because Taeyong, I want it to be an intimate vibe you know” Johnny answered and gestured with his arms in the air, “I cant stand half of this fucking campus and I just want to hang out with the people I actually give a shit about”

“You only met us like a month ago, how did we make the cut?” You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked.

Ten stood up and threw his hands around Johnny and kissed his forehead, “That's because he met me and realized we're the coolest people on campus” Johnny smiled bashfully, completely smitten by Ten as he nodded, “It's true.”

“Uhm Hi..” The four of you stopped your conversation to look at Jaehyun who stood at your table, hands in his pocket, pressing his lips together nervously which made his dimples more prominent.

“Whats up Jae ?” Johnny greeted as the rest of you exchanged a few glances.

Jaehyun briefly looked over at you but he quickly looked away thanks to Taeyong who was placing open mouth kisses on your neck. You smiled to yourself as Jaehyun squirmed uncomfortably, much like everyone that was ever in the presence of you three. Except Johnny ofcourse, he was a weird one.

“I just came over to let you know that we have a basketball meeting at 3 today” Jaehyun spoke in a surprisingly calm tone.

“Oh cool thanks for letting me know man” Johnny played the part of the oblivious friend really well, “By the way this is Ten, thats y/n and the guy practically having her for lunch is Taeyong.”

Taeyong looked up and smiled at Jaehyun and you squeezed his knee, preventing him from doing or saying anything stupid when Jaehyun broke the silence,

“Oh yeah I actually know Ten and y/n from my business lecture” Jaehyun spoke as his eyes met yours.

Ten noticed the tension between you two and a menacing smirk spread across his face, “Well since we all know each other you should come to Johnny's halloween party Jaehyun”

“Halloween party ?” Jaehyun repeated,

“Yeah you should come along, I mean you were asking when is the next party” you added and Jaehyun felt his ears heat up at your words. He had no idea why it felt almost promiscuous just talking to you.

“I'll let you know the details after the meeting, oh and you're free to bring your girl if you want” Johnny grinned and you don't know why, but his words felt like a stab in the chest.

You all watched Jaehyun nod shyly and retreat back to his friends as the rest of you turned your heads to face Johnny. “Hey I just wanted to let him know that he could,” Johnny stated, raising his hands up to defend himself.

“Well I guess if he does bring her then he’s not interested in you, and if he doesn't….” Ten’s words trailed off as you bit down your lip and you watched Jaehyun turn back to look at you before sitting down next to Arin.

“I guess we shall see” you murmured.

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It was the next day you had just finished all your classes and decided to spend a relaxing evening alone at your dorm. You got into an old band shirt and underwear after a steaming shower and jumping on your bed ready to navigate through your social media.

Ping!

Your phone vibrated and your eyes gleamed at the sight of Jaehyuns name blinking across the screen.

JJH: hey

JJH: so....like how many people are going to this party ?

You lingered on his open message for a while but decided to reply to him this time instead of leading him on.

Y/n: I think Johnny said about 20 people...it’s very small.

JJH: oh I see.

JJH: you’re going with your...boyfriend right ?

Y/n: boyfriend ?

JJH: I think his name is Taeyong

Your lips curled into a smirk. Jaehyun was definitely curious about your relationship with Taeyong, and it could mean he was trying to figure out more about you.

y/n: Taeyong is not my boyfriend

You looked at the three dots that signaled he was typing, it seemed to take a while before your phone finally vibrated again.

JJH: oh, I see. Uhm so do we have to dress up ?

Y/N: yeah ! It’s a Halloween party Ofcourse we have to, did Johnny not tell you ?

JJH: I don’t fully believe anything he says so I just wanted a second opinion.

Y/n: well dress up, or else I’ll be very disappointed Jaehyun...

Another moment of silence this time it was longer than the last one. Finally your phone lit up and Jaehyuns name popped up,

JJH: what are you wearing ?

JJH: I mean like to the party not right now

JJH: like costume ....

JJH: that message came out so weird I’m sorry

You giggled to yourself wishing you were there with him to see his ears redden and him stumble over his words as he got nervous around you. God he was so fucking cute.

y/n: it’s a surprise !

JJH: oh I see..

y/n: I’m sure you and Arin can figure something out, anyways I gotta go...I’ll see you around Jae.

Jaehyun's eyes narrowed on your message. He felt an adrenaline rush while he texted you. To him, you were the coolest girl on campus and he couldn’t believe you even bothered to text him back.

But then his shoulders dropped when he saw Arins name. It was like a dark cloud looming over his head. He had no idea if he should let Arin know about the party, it’s not like she’d agree to come anyway, did that mean he shouldn’t go too ?

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It was finally the evening of the party and you Taeyong and Ten decided to get ready at your dorm. Ten scoffed as Taeyong emerged from the bathroom in red leather pants and a black harness that covered his bare chest.

“You're supposed to wear a costume you know ?” Ten raised his eyebrow as Taeyong strutted around the room looking like a red light district stripper.

“I AM in costume baby, i'm a devil” Taeyong pouted and placed a pair of novelty devil horns on his head.

“Fuck if this Jaehyun thing really doesn't work out I want a piece of that” you licked your lips as Taeyong’s smirk grew, “I told you all you gotta say when and where” he purred.

“y/n I know you love fucking around with twinks but can you please concentrate on the task at hand ?” Ten grumbled and pushed his phone in front of you, waving Jaehyuns instagram in front of your face.

You bit down on your lip as you noticed Jaehyun posted a semi shirtless picture for the first time and the comments were absolutely wild. Many people thought he was hacked and the others were just asking him to jump them. You also noticed a lot of people tagging Arin under the thirst comments which she replied simply with a like.

“You think he is gonna show up tonight and bring her ?” you pouted while applying a coat of lip gloss.

“Either way baby we will have a good time, I'll guarantee you that” Ten stroked your head before heading to the bathroom to prep his costume. You shimmied into your zombie cheerleader costume, ignoring Taeyong’s whistles as he caught a glimpse of your lacy two piece set. The only person you wanted to see your newly bought lingerie was Jaehyun.

Ten finally emerged from the bathroom in an all black shiny leather pants with a matching crop top long sleeve. He looked absolutely delicious with his hair gelled back and his dark eye make-up accentuated his cat-like eyes.

“And what the fuck are you supposed to be?” you chuckled, mouth still gaping as you took in his gorgeous figure.

“Im a cat!” Ten posed cutely, turning his hands into cat paws and brought them up to his face.

“You look like a dominatrix” Taeyong snorted, earning a flick on the forehead from Ten.

You stood up and smoothed out your extremely short skirt as you slipped into your hot pink platform boots. You were going for a cute zombie cheerleader, tearing up a bit of your clothes gave you an excuse to show a bit of that expensive lingerie.

“Is my outfit okay ?” you chewed on your bottom lip as you turned to face Ten and Taeyong.

“Babe I've never seen you this nervous before” Ten groaned as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. It's true, you were a very confident person but you were so clued up on what attracted Jaehyun and what didn't that you began second guessing yourself constantly.

“I...I just want him to like me” You played with the hem of your shirt, when you felt Taeyong stand up and approach the two fo you.

“If he doesn't like you, for you...then he isn't worth it” Taeyong patted your head and his other hand grabbed Ten’s shoulder, pulling the both of you into a tight hug. It felt good knowing you always had them, they were your soulmates, your ride or die, they meant the absolute world to you.

“If it all doesn't work out lets come back here and fuck” Taeyong whispered and you pushed him off playfully, while Ten pulled his face as he returned to his vanity, “classic Taeyong” he shook his head.

The three of you arrived at Johnny’s apartment and you could already hear the chill hip hop playlist vibrating against the door. Ten rolled his eyes as he punched in the door code, “I’ll have to do something about that music,” he tutted, as the three of you walked in greeted by your usual group of friends.

There were a few of Johnny’s basketball mates, the cool ones who snuck around smoking weed with the stoners. You nodded at the familiar faces, Yuta the resident tattoo artist from fourth year, Hendery the distributor from your year and Chaeyoung from Ten’s fashion design class.

Everyone seemed to be in costume, you didn't expect anything less from a group of creatives. Suddenly Johnny emerged from the kitchen holding a few bottles when his eyes lit up at the sight of Ten. Johnny shoved the drinks to an unsuspecting man and jogged over while you and Taeyong tried to stifle your laughter.

“Johnny darling what are you supposed to be dressed as?” Ten mused as his eyes narrowed on Johnny’s selection of outfit.

“Im Tony the Tiger baby!” Johnny flexed, obviously amused by his own outfit as he spun around in his tiger onesie.

“You didn't tell us Johnny was a furry” Taeyong teased as Ten backhanded his abdomen. You could tell that Ten liked Johnny unlike his usual flings. If any of the others pulled this type of stunt he would have walked straight out of this party and called over a side piece.

“Okay Tony the Tiger, can you take a picture of me and my loves for the gram ?” Ten mused and handed his phone over to Johnny. The three of you posed sexily as Johnny hyped you all up, capturing every angle possible. Ten immediately updated the picture to instagram and the likes and comments immediately flew in, asking what party you guys were at. This was how it always was. Nobody wanted to be friends with you guys but nobody wanted to miss out on your adventures together.

Jaehyun took a look at himself in the mirror, adorning his basketball outfit and topped it off with a sweatband around his head. “This is fucking dumb” he thought, second guessing using his team outfit as a halloween costume. The problem was he was told on such short notice that he couldn't really prepare for it. What if their idea of halloween was just dressing up normally, or what if they went all out and he would be the only one in a basic costume ?

Jaehyun sucked in a deep breath as he took a seat on his bed and scrolled through his feed to settle his nerves. While scrolling he noticed one of his friends shared Ten’s post to his story, and immediately clicked it, sucking on his bottom lip as the picture of the three of you unfolded.

You guys were in a different league indeed. Unbelievably confident in your outfits, knowing that everyone was wishing for a chance to be with one of you. Jaehyun’s eyes drifted to you and he felt his breathing hitch, feeling like a prepubescent teen looking at a girl for the first time.

A knock at the door jolted him out of his thoughts and he opened the door to Arin accompanied by three of their friends. Arin reached up and placed a soft kiss on Jaehyun’s lips before entering his dorm and taking a seat on his bed.

“Why are you in your basketball uniform ?” Arin questioned as she scrolled through her phone.

“I...Am going to attend a party..” Jaehyun scratched the back of his head as all eyes were on him. A boy named Minhyuk, Jaehyun knew through Arin cocked his head in confusion, “You're going to a party wearing your uniform ?”

“It's a costume party, I was invited by Johnny” Jaehyun replied to him yet his eyes were Arin waiting for a response. Arin looked up at him and scrunched up her nose, “aren't all those freaks at that party ?”

“Yeah well I'm going for the team, If you want. you can come along” Jaehyun didn't even try to sound convincing, there was no way he wanted Arin or any of his business class friends accompanying him tonight. It didn't have anything to do with you or his odd attraction to the group, it was rather a test for himself, he wanted to see if that kinda lifestyle was what he was craving.

“I’ll pass” Arin chuckled dryly and grabbed her purse before placing a peck on Jaehyuns cheek, “you go for a bit darling, I know it's a team thing, when you're bored come find us at the country club wine night.”

Jaehyun watched everyone leave his dorm and he sighed deeply, still feeling like he lied even though he completely told Arin the truth about his future whereabouts.

“Where is the loverboy ?” Johnny nudged you as you poured yourself another shot of vodka and redbull. You shrugged already deciding on not keeping your hopes up when you heard one of Johnny's frat buffoons scream Jaehyun's name. Spinning on your heels you turned toward the entrance and noticed his shy frame greeting the guys from the basketball team.

“He wore his basketball uniform, Oh my God” Ten snickered along with Taeyong and Johnny.

“He looks hot shut up” You bit down on your lip as your eyes locked with his and he made his way over to you. Jaehyun ruffled his hair as he mumbled a few hellos to Taeyong and Ten before giving Johnny a handshake.

“Glad you made it man, Arin here too ?” Johnny threw his arm around Jaehyun and shoved a beer in his hands. Jaehyun shook his head and took a sip of his beer, “nah it's just me” he spoke and looked over at you. On the outside you probably looked composed but on the inside you were screaming victories. Ten could definitely see the excitement and shot you a wink before clearing his throat,

“Well now that you're here we can finally play spin the bottle!”

“S-spin the bottle ?” Jaehyun chewed on his lip nervously,

“Yeah but like just a few of us come on let's go to Johnny's room” Ten hooked arms with Johnny as he grabbed a few more drinks for you guys to enjoy in privacy.

Jaehyun waited until you were left and the two of you made your way down the hallway to Johnny’s room. You brushed against his bare arm as you walked and looked up at him, “I love your costume, very original” you chuckled and Jaehyun blushed.

“It was short notice, I look stupid but you on the other hand” Jaehyun’s eyes drifted over your figure, “y-you look amazing”

“Thank you Jaehyun.”

You entered the room and noticed Ten had collected Yuta, Hendery, Chaeyoung and one of the fourth years Seungyoun to play the game with the rest of you. Taeyong raised his eyebrow as everyone took a seat in a circle, “Did Ten handpick players for a game or an orgy ?”

Everybody chuckled but Jaehyun shifted awkwardly in the seat next to you. You placed a reassuring hand on his arm and his eyes darted to you, looking like a lost puppy,

“He tends to speak rubbish just ignore him” you smiled. Jaehyun nodded and pressed his lips together as Ten cleared his throat in order for everyone to pay attention,

“Okay please keep the dares spicy but not too spicy we have some taken people in the circle”

Jaehyun looked around the room and noticed the girl called Chaeyoung thank Ten for his words, making him a bit more comfortable that he wasn't the only one in a relationship playing this game. Ten was the first to spin and the bottle landed on Hendery, who was in the middle of lighting a blunt.

“What me first ?” he whined and gave Ten his best puppy eyes in order to go easy on him.

Ten licked his lips and looked around the room, “I dare you to swop boxers with Seungyoun”

The room filled with whistles and disgusted noises as Johnny pointed to his en suite bathroom for the exchange to go down. You all watched as Hendery and Seungyoun disappeared into the bathroom for a good ten minutes and emerged with Seungyoun adjusting his crotch area clearly irritated.

“His fucking boxers are too tight” Seungyoun groaned while the rest of you laughed at his complaints.

Hendery spun the bottle and it landed on you, which made you feel a little at ease as Hendery wasn't the meanest person you knew.

“Do a body shot off of Yuta’s bare body” he said returning to light his precious blunt.

Yuta tore his shirt off within seconds and lay in the middle of the circle with a lemon slice in his mouth. Jaehyun had no fucking idea what a body shot was but he felt his heartbeat speed up as he watched you sprinkle a line of salt down Yuta’s abs and straddle his lap confidently. He had never seen people be this comfortable with each other, he barely even uttered a word of his sex life to any of his friends.

“Yuta get your hand off y/n’s thigh” Taeyong snapped, as Yuta smirked still licking the lemon slice that was placed between his teeth.

You chugged back the shot of tequila and pinned Yuta’s wrists to the floor as your tongue slowly licked up the salt from his body. Jaehyun watched everything intently, you were a pro, so natural and experienced with things like this. He unconsciously licked his lips as you retrieved the lemon slice from Yuta’s mouth, your tongues touching for a brief second before you climbed off him and returned to your seat.

“My turn” you sang and spun the bottle which landed on Johnny. He shot you a dashing smile still sitting in his tiger onesie with his arms wrapped around Ten.

“Since you want to be part of our group so bad, here's an initiation..Kiss Taeyong” you smirked as Johnny’s mouth dropped and Ten burst into a fit of laughter.

Taeyong shrugged and raised his eyebrow at Johnny, to him shit like this didn't phase him at all. Johnny slowly crawled over to Taeyong and hesitantly leaned in, his huge frame comically shaking in front of the small man. Johnny placed a finger under Taeyongs chin and kissed him softly for about a minute until he yelled and stood up,

“He stuck his tongue in my mouth!” Johnny whined,

“And ? How else do you kiss ?” Taeyong rolled his eyes and wiped his lips as the bigger man continued throwing a fit until Ten calmed him down,

“It's your turn baby”

Johnny frowned but spun the bottle, this time it landed on Jaehyun who now sat upright as everyone's eyes were now on him.

“Please go easy on him” you mused and rubbed Jaehyun’s back in order to calm him down.

“Uh...it's okay I can handle it” Jaehyun responded with a small smile and looked up at Johnny.

“Okay” Johnny began, “because you're my homie all you gotta do is take off your shirt and keep it that way for the rest of the game.”

Jaehyun felt the tension as he got to his feet and caressed the hem of his shirt. Everyone watched in anticipation as he slowly lifted his shirt, quickly pushing it over his head and discarded it behind him. You marvelled at his toned body, wishing everyone else were not in the room so you could jump him. Heck everybody could watch, you wanted him so bad.

Everyone whistled as Jaehyun took his seat and his cheeks reddened slightly, he couldn't believe he was sitting shirtless with a group of people he barely knew.

The game went on with various pairings taking part in stupid dares until Johnny called the end to the game because he wanted all of you to socialize with everyone else on the outside but you all knew he just wanted everyone out of his bedroom so he could fuck Ten.

The party moved on and you found yourself lingering in the hallway just sipping on your drink when you noticed Jaehyun watching you from a few feet away. You shot him a smile, giving him an invitation to join you and he finally gathered the courage to do so.

“Hey” Jaehyun smiled and leaned on the wall opposite you. His eyes would briefly move to your body and each time he would mentally scold himself which you noticed and found amusing.

“You know Jaehyun if you find me attractive it's not a crime” you smirked,

“What's in my mind feels like a crime though”

“Oh?” you cocked your head to the side, “and what's on your mind?”

Jaehyun blushed and bit down on his lip, “you don't want to know”

This was it, the opening. You slowly walked over to Jaehyun and when he didn't move you moved even closer, just a few inches away from his body. Jaehyun gulped as he watched you lick your lips seductively and your dark eyes looked up at him.

“Do you want to show me ?” you purred and ghosted your fingers lightly across his bicep.

“Fuck I want to….but”

You placed your index finger to your lips and shook your head, “There's a reason you came over here Jaehyun, and if you cared about your relationship you wouldn't allow me to be this close right now”

You pushed yourself up on your toes and placed your lips against his ear, “I’ll give you one last chance, tell me no and walk out of this party, go back to her and forget about me or stay and show me what's on that dirty mind of yours.”

Jaehyun felt goosebumps on his skin, he had never felt this way with anyone in his entire life. With Arin their sex life was pretty vanilla and whenever he would try to spice it up, she would shut him down and say she wasn't interested. But here with you, he was hard as rock just by your words. He couldn't even imagine what it probably felt like to have you bent over and him have his way with you. The only thing on his mind was ruining your pretty make-up as he took you from behind.

You moved closer again, challenging him in order to make up his mind but he surprised you by licking his lips as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Within seconds your lips were attached to his and you felt dizzy with ecstasy. He was sweeter than you dreamed and he matched your desperation as he caressed your face groaning into the kiss finally releasing his pent up stress.

You pulled away and Jaehyun whined already missing your lips and you giggled cutely, “before I continue I do want to say that I do like you Jaehyun like fucking really like you”

“You like me ? why? Aren't I too boring for you” his eyes looked at you puzzled. You grabbed his hand and led him into the free bedroom next to Johnny's room and locked the door behind you, drowning out the noise from the party.

“Yeah I like you and no you're not boring you're one of us, I know it”

Jaehyun felt flushed, he somehow felt he was included in something he had always been missing. Despite all the sexual innuendos and the drugs sex and alcohol lifestyle that became the brand of the group he saw something more. Everyone was comfortable and nobody judged him here. Sure he didn't fit in and they could've easily outcast him like the prep group would've, but everyone was so nice to him. On top of all of that he was incredibly attracted to you, and now that you had confessed to him he only wanted you more.

From the first night you approached him he was floored. He wished he swapped places with Taeyong just to make you feel like you were on cloud 9. He loved how unapologetically yourself you were and all he wanted was to learn from you. Learn more about himself and explore freely without feeling boxed in.

“Fuck y/n I like you too, from the moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you” Jaehyun groaned and placed his hands on your shoulders, “I’ll deal with Arin right now if you want me too, Im yours.”

You bit down on your lip and pulled him closer by his waistband as he noticed your eyes darken under the dimmed lights,

“No….I kinda wanna fuck you while she thinks she still has you” You mewled, and licked your lips.

Your words made Jaehyun go crazy and his lips were back on yours this time rougher than before. He practically ripped open your skirt as you rid yourself of your boots,

“Shit fuck im sorry I’ll buy you another” he cursed and you chuckled leading him over to the bed. You discarded his shirt and basketball shorts, purring at the sight of his greek statue-like physique. Jaehyun helped you out of your shirt and ran his large hands over your breasts and lower back as you straddled him. This exchange was different for you too. Many hookups were just filled with lust but none had this type of passion and desperation. There were moments where you and Jaehyun would just exchange gazes, completely in awe of the other person.

You ran your fingers below the waistband of his boxers and felt his hardened member twitch at your touch. Jaehyun moaned into your ears as you teased him, stroking him gently while nipping away at his neck. “You gonna be a good boy and let me mark you ?” you cooed and Jaehyun whined in response, turning his head allowing you to turn his pale skin purple.

“Baby Arin is gonna see what i've done to your neck, should I stop?”

“No please dont...stop” Jaehyun squirmed underneath you completely under your spell.

You pulled down Jaehyun’s boxers and watched his member spring up and hit his abdomen. You quickly rid yourself of your bra and panties and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs and turned your head to Jaehyun,

“Show me how much you want me baby, show me what you were thinking about earlier on” you moaned and Jaehyun thought he was going to explode just by how needy you were for him.

Jaehyun sat up and hovered over you as his eyes softened, running his hand over your body “If its too much, please let me know” you reached up to caress his face, feeling butterflies in your stomach from his sweet words,

“Sure baby, just give me your best I just want you so bad”

Jaehyun’s expression switched and his eyes narrowed like a lion looking at its prey. He brought his hand up and slapped you on your ass which made you moan out loud. He used the opportunity to finally play out his fantasy and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees, ass on full display for him as he licked his lips at the sight.

He placed two digits in his mouth, lathing them up before pushing them into your already wetness. Your moan earned another smack from Jaehyun and he pumped his fingers in you at an extremely slow and agonizing pace. You whined into the pillow and he smirked, he couldn't believe he got you to beg for his touch like this.

“Baby I don't have a condom” He mumbled, still keeping his fingers inside of you as you whined beneath him,

“I'm on the pill, just cum wherever you want” You groaned as you felt Jaehyun’s fingers move a bit faster.

Jaehyun growled at your words and without warning he replaced his fingers with his member and slammed into you, grabbing both your hands and retrained them behind your back. He marvelled at the site of your face pressed into the bed as he restrained your touch and fucked you from behind.

“That feels so fuckiing good Jae” you cried, the sensation was already too much for you to handle but you tried your best not to chase your orgasm just yet.

“You're so tight fuck” Jaehyun groaned as he felt you squeeze around him sending his mind into a frenzy. Jaehyun pulled out of you and flipped you back over, entering you while your thighs locked around his waist. Your eyes were locked on him as he fucked you harder than anyone has before, that shy boy he was a few hours ago was completely gone.

“Are you ready to cum baby?” Jaehyun hummed in your ear as he still pounded into you mercilessly and wrapped his hand around throat.

“Y-yeah” you managed to say, feeling as though you were going to see fucking stars any second.

Jaehyun bit into your shoulder as he used all his energy to bring to your orgasm before he himself exploded. You finally sighed deeply signaling your orgasm had reached and Jaehyun pulled out of you, coming undone all over your stomach, the sight of him totally fucked out was absolutely delicious.

Jaehyun watched you swipe your index finger across your stomach and bring it to your mouth, tasting him as if it was the sweetest thing in the world.

“Fuck…” he watched you, already feeling like you were about to make him as hard as a rock again.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a soft yet passionate kiss. Jaehyun broke away and quickly got tissues to clean the both of you up before collapsing in the bed next to you.

“That was the best fuck i've had in my entire life” he sighed and placed his arm around your head and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Same for me baby, but let's get dressed before one of my crazy friends decides to join us” you giggled and threw him his boxers.

You and Jaehyun dressed up and you managed to safety pin the skirt rip Jaehyun had made, still hearing him mutter apologies as the two of you made your way back to the party.

The two of you found the main group hanging around the kitchen snacking on pizza until they saw the two of you and everyone started howling and whistling.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed a slice and rested your head on Ten’s shoulder. Johnny went in and high fived Jaehyun, “damn didn't think you had it in you brother” Johnny patted his back as Jaehyun slipped into the seat next to you and held your waist.

“I guess Jaehyun is one of us” Taeyong said, quite impressed by the outcome.

“I told you guys, oh wait” You stopped to pull out your phone and turn on the front facing camera, “smile”

Jaehyun chuckled and leaned closer into the frame as the flash blinked, just before the shutter went off you turned to him and licked his cheek seductively. Taking a quick look at the picture you smirked as you uploaded the picture to your instagram and watched as your whole timeline exploded with the scandalous picture.

You held the phone up to Jaehyun as he watched the comments flooding in, many people mad at his adultery and many people surprised he managed to even pull a girl like you and gave him props.

“Welcome to the freaks club Jung Jaehyun” you smirked.

Taeten x reader prequel here

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AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.”

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S2:E1; Chapter One, MADMAX - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

As the town preps for Halloween, a high-scoring rival shakes things up at the arcade. Will begins seeing strange visions as the anniversary of his disappearance creeps up.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Still no sign?" Dustin asked.

"Jack shit,"

"Seriously, what is wrong with you guys? I thought we were coming here to play arcade games?"

"We came here to see if Max really is Mad Max."

"You mean stalking?" I smirked. "Hey listen, I'm not really into the whole idea of stalking some poor girl, so I'm gonna go inside and beat some high scores, okay?" I said nonchalantly, pointing my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the arcade.

"Y/n! Are you crazy? You'll jeopardize our mission!"

I began walking backwards, hands in my pockets as I spoke to the slightly panicked boys.

"Mm-hmm, sure. Later guys, you both are welcome to join me if you like. Dustin? If you do end up heading home, just let mom know I'll be home by 7 at the latest."

Leaving them without time to respond, I turned around and headed for the arcade doors across the parking lot as I heard their fading protests and disappeared inside.

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"Well, shit." I mumbled.

I hated going to Keith for stuff. I had only been here twenty minutes and one of the machines already fritzed out again and kept my money. So, I begrudgingly walked over to the counter.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Little goody too-shoes."

"And what is that supposed to mean, Keith?" I sighed, folding my arms on the counter.

"You act like your too good for everyone. It's obnoxious."

"Just because I prefer to practice basic hygiene doesn't mean I'm a snob, it means I have common sense. Who knows what you've contracted handling all these machines." I retort.

"Do you need help or not?" He asked lazily.

He looked me right in the eye and took a large, noisy bite out of his Cheeto Puffs knowing I hated the sound.

"Forget it," I sighed and turned around about to storm off.

I felt my shoulder collide with another and I backed up at the sudden impact.

"Sorry!"

"Watch it," a girl grumbled, obviously startled.

I looked up to see the girl from class, Max.

"Oh, hey. Max, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you-? Wait... you hang out with those creeps, don't you?" She asked with a frown on her face.

"I should explain," I said, a weak smile on my face. "For one thing, one of those creeps happens to be my brother. And two, yeah... they can be creepy. I'm sorry, I've been trying to get them to back off. They can be a real handful sometimes,"

Her arched eyebrow softened and a small smile creeps up.

"I'm Y/n, by the way," I say.

"Max," she says, reaching her hand out to shake. "But, I guess you already knew that."

The both us laughed lightly.

"So," She began. "Any particular reason as to why I'm the subject of their interest?"

We began walking side by side and found ourselves by Dig Dug and I pointed at my brother's name.

"Well, you practically obliterated my brother's top scores and they find it hard to believe a girl is responsible for that,"

A funny frown flew across her face, and an almost untraceable hint of surprised before she shook it off. Max finally rolled her eyes, stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets. "Of course they do,"

I leaned in sort of close, turning her away from the windows when I caught sight of Lucas and Dustin. "Hey listen, I feel like I owe it to you to tell you that they are here right now and it was my mistake to think they wouldn't resort to crouching outside the windows and spying so would you like to go to the opposite end of the arcade where they can't be creeps?"

She looked at me with slightly widened eyes, "Wait, you knew they were here?"

"They tricked me into coming." I explain quickly, trying not to dart my eyes over her shoulder at Dustin and Lucas who I had just spotted and risk giving me and Max away. "I thought we where here to play, but when I realized it was a stakeout to see if you were MadMax, I told them off and came inside to beat some high scores, I swear."

"Oh," her face softened slightly. She seemed a little taken aback, and not quite used to such a gesture. "Well... thanks."

She casually glanced over her shoulder, and grabbed my arm. "Come on, follow me,"

With a growing smile on my face, I followed.

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Max and I had a surprisingly good time. We hid out in the corner behind one of the machines and messed with Keith. Eventually Max had to leave; this gross scuz who I showed up blasting AC/DC who I could only assumed was the notorious asshole of a stepbrother that she briefly mentioned.

She barely talked about him but with the what little knowledge I did have of him, I felt bad for her and I suddenly was reminded of how extremely lucky I am to have someone like Dustin as my brother.

Before I could even realize it, I was pulling into the drive way, parking my bike. I had biked home with Dustin who had been gnawing my ear off trying to pry information from me about Max but I tuned him out.

"Seriously, Y/n, why can't you just tell me what she was like?"

Dustin was parking his bike as I went through the front door ahead of him, assuming he was behind me.

"Because, for the last time Dustin, I'm not some spy that's gonna feed you information because you're too chicken to reach out and talk to her like a normal human being," I shed my coat and was hanging it up by the front door.

I turned to face my brother only to see he wasn't behind me. I walked towards the front door and peeked outside to see him cautiously stalking towards the garbage can.

"Dustin?"

He nearly jumped two feet in the air and whipped around to face me.

"Jesus! Y/n, don't do that to me!"

"I'm... sorry? Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

He looked over his shoulder at the trash can once more and then back at me, sighing as he trudged inside.

"Nothing, thought I heard something,"

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The Byers household was filled with the smiles and the aroma of popcorn as everyone prepared for movie night. Jonathan could hear the sounds of his mother's voice as he made his way to his younger brothers room.

Jonathan gently rapped his knuckles on the door to Will's room before opening the door. Will was sitting on his bed, his legs crossed as he colored.

"Hey, bud. I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a variety." He held up the VHS tapes to show his brother before putting them on a nearby shelf. "Take your pick."

Will lightly shrugged before returning to his drawing. "Whatever you want,"

"All right," Jonathan came forward and took a seat across from his brother on his bed. "What are you working on?"

He leaned over to see the picture of a suspiciously familiar looking boy dressed in ripped and ragged clothing with a snarl on his face, the words "Zombie Boy" next him.

"Zombie Boy? Who's Zombie Boy?"

Will looked slightly uncomfortable at the question before mumbling, "me,"

"Did someone call you that?"

Will didn't respond.

"Hey. You can talk to me. You know that, right? Whatever happened." When Jonathan received no answer he tried again. "Will, come on, talk to me."

Will's head whipped up. "Stop treating me like that." He snapped.

Jonathan was hurt, not by his brother's words but the fact that his brother was clearly struggling and he didn't know how to help.

"What? Like what?"

"Like everyone else. Like there's something wrong with me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Mom, Dustin, Lucas. Everyone. They treat me like I'm gonna break. Like I'm a baby. Like I can't handle things on my own. It doesn't help. It just makes me feel like more of a freak."

"You're not a freak."

"Yeah, I am. I am,"

"You know what? You're right." Jonathan picked himself up and sat crisscross on the bed across his brother. "You are a freak"

Will looked up at his brother, taken aback.

"What?"

"No, I'm serious. You're a freak. But what? Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be just like everyone else? Being a freak is the best. I'm a freak."

Will tried to make sense of this. "Is that why you don't have any friends?"

Jonathan chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I have friends, Will."

"Then why are you always hanging out with me?"

"Because you're my best friend, all right? And I would rather be best friends with Zombie Boy than with a boring nobody. You know what I mean? Okay, look... who would you rather be friends with? Bowie, or Kenny Rogers?"

Will smiled, and shivered. "Ugh,"

"Exactly. It's no contest. The thing is, nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world. You got it?"

"Well... some people like Kenny Rogers." Will offered.

"Kenny Rogers?" Came an excited voice from the doorway.

The boys turned to see their mother's boyfriend, Bob Newby standing in the doorway. "I love Kenny Rodgers!" He chuckled.

The boys looked at each other with matching grins.

Bob walked in with a friendly smile on his face. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing" Will giggled, and Bob picked up the VHS tapes, examining them.

Suddenly his eyes lit up once he saw one of the movie selections. "Mr. Mom." Bob gave a loud cheer. "Perfect!" And he left with an enthusiastic grin.

As soon as he was around the corner, the brother looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

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The worker at Hawkins lab only had an hour left to go on his shift. In his spell of boredom, he had brought along his Walkman and was blaring one of his favorite songs as he repeatedly bounced the rubber ball against the wall. He would bounce and catch. Bounce and catch. Bounce and then catch. Until, he noticed the light dancing off the wall he had been so focused on.

He turned around in his chair and felt his heart start pounding rapidly. The control panel he was supposed to be keeping an eye on was lighting flashing rapidly. He ripped his headphones of his head and it was only then that he heard the blaring of alarms around the building.

He knew what that alarm was.

Systems were down.

There was some monitoring systems out there. Out in the Nether. To maintain and feed back levels and information for observation.

"A fuse must of blown." The man told himself.

But then a dreadful thought popped into his head. He had no idea where it came from, and he had no reason for such paranoia. Almost as if something whispered it in his ear like the devil on his shoulder.

"Or maybe," he dismissed the thought as soon as fast it came. "Something else was responsible for this."

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It was nearly two a.m. and the Byers house was dead silent. The only sounds that could be heard was the soft hum of the clock's gears as the second hand made laps around the clock and the soft rhythmic plink of the leaky faucet.

Will Byers awoke, lazily pulling himself out of bed and walking down the hallway; his feet patting across the floor to the bathroom.

The sound of the toilet flushing was slowly waking him up, but he was still plagued with drowsiness as he turned on the faucet and sleepily washed his hands.

Suddenly, he froze when he thought he heard the sound of low rumbling in the distance. He turned off the faucet, leaving the room quiet so he could listen. Sure enough, he heard rumbling coming from outside. Warily, he crept towards the bathroom door and opened it, surprised to see red flashing through the glass window on the front door. Deep violets and reds flashed across the living room accompanied by the sound of what he could only guess to be thunder.

He fearfully crept towards the front door. He came to a stop when he heard the dreadful sound of wood creaking and he watched in horror as the front door slowly swung open to reveal a reddish purple sky, and the violent winds were carrying leaves and other debris with it. Something strange was growing around the outside of the house and he felt the familiar sensation returning.

His felt his blood run cold and his skin shriveled up and goosebumps broke out all over. His breathing picked up and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he watched frozen in terror.

Suddenly, his body was moving without his permission, and his legs carried him through the front door and out onto his front lawn. His hair and clothes were swept up in the wind and he came to a halt when he saw the horrors in front of him.

The sky was a mess of black clouds and red lightning bolts shooting from the sky like daggers with thunderous booms. The clouds swirled together like a violent whirlpool in the sky and with every flash of lighting, the blood red sky was illuminating a dark towering figure.

It stood hundreds of feet tall and looked over the fields in the distance. It almost resembled a spider, only it it was all limbs. It's head was a large crescent arch and as Will stared on in terror, it slowly turned its head. And even though it had no facial features, Will knew it was looking right at him.

The Shadow Monster.

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Hopper pulls his car to a stop. He always hated the drive out here. He preferred his grandfathers cabin to his run down trailer by the lake, but driving in the woods at night was not something he liked doing. Regardless, he parked in the same spot he always did and put the car in park. He grabbed his hat and placed it on his head, stepping out of the car. He could feel the mud shift below his boots as he walked along the forest floor. Without even having to glance at the ground, his foot raised itself to step over the trip wire that was rigged around the area. He walked up the porch steps and pulled open the screen door.

It took him less than a second to remember the rhythmic knock he had come up with and began knocking on the door.

Two quick knocks. Pause. Knock. Pause. Knock-knock-knock.

As usual, there was a beat of silence and then the sound of the locks coming undone.

The man turned the door knob and stepped inside to be greeted by the sounds of the TV and an otherwise empty room. He glanced over to see the spare bedroom door was cracked, soft yellow light spilling out from behind the door.

He closed the front door behind him and hung his hat and coat on the coatrack. He then made his way over to the small television and switched it off, tired and sluggish from the days events. He walked across the room to the kitchen, unbuckling his holster from his belt and setting it down on the counter and then retrieved a can of beer from the fridge.

He lazily trudged over to the kitchen table and frowned at the plate of a single, half-eaten Eggo that stood out against the trays of microwaveable dinner that were placed before each chair.

"Hey, what'd we talk about?" He softly called.

He pulled the yellow chair out and took a seat in his normal spot, anxious to eat after a long day.

"No signal," a young female voice carried out across the cabin from the other room.

He sat down, a frown on his face.

"What?"

"No signal. It's 8-1-5. You're late." The voice scolded.

He took a deep breath, hoping she wasn't too upset with him.

"Yeah, I lost track of time. I'll signal next time, all right?" He looked up as he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and the small patter of feet. He looked up as he saw the girl come into view and sit down across from him. "Uh, and it's 8:15. It's not 8-1-5." He informed the girl.

Eleven, alive and well, looked up at him from under her mop of curly brown hair that now barely touched her eyes and blinked. She looked at Hopper with an unreadable expression and repeated slowly.

"Eight-fifteen."

Hopper rolled up his sleeves so as to not dirty his uniform with dinner and El tucked in her chair, hovering over her plate so as to not dribble syrup over her overalls. He looked at the girl with a soft yet stern look. "Now, what did we talk about? Dinner first, then dessert. Always. That's a rule,"

He leaned forward, and half smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yes," she replied.

They shared a smile and got started on their dinner, silently enjoying each other's company.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi eve! i was wondering if you would be interested in writing a coops shower fic, nothing smutty, just really soft and sensual and maybe comforting. i’m going through a tough time right now and your writing always cheers me up. thanks <3

Yes! This was combined with an ask for Coops' first day/ night living together--I hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for showering together (nothing smutty, just fluff)

They tumbled through the front door in a mess of laughter and rainwater—Remus’ soaked sneakers slipped on the floor and he skidded into Sirius, who was still blinded by the damp hair hanging in his eyes. “Shit!” Remus spluttered around his breathless grin as they struggled to keep their balance. “Baby, baby, grab the door—”

The front door slammed shut and steadied them just as another bolt of lightning cracked overhead; they stood in the entrance, panting and drenched, before Sirius’ chest began to shake beneath Remus’ cheek once more. “Mon dieu,” he snickered, leaning his head back against the heavy wood. “Which god did we piss off?”

“I’m taking this as a good sign.” Remus shivered as he shook his raincoat out on the welcome mat. “A fresh start, and all that symbolism.”

“Okay, college boy.”

He peeled one wet sock off and snapped it at Sirius’ hip, but the extra water weight made him miss by a mile and Sirius just shot him a teasing grin while he wriggled out of his tshirt. “I told you to bring a jacket,” Remus said wryly as his head got stuck. “But oh no, sweetheart, it’s totally not going to rain today. The weatherman is always wrong, it’s been sunny all week—”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius grumbled from the depths of wet fabric, waving one hand in his general direction. “You’re very smart.”

“Do you want first shower?”

Sirius’ cheeks were pink when he finally freed himself, both from his efforts and their mad five-block dash home. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Aren’t we showering together?”

Remus shrugged. “Hey, it’s your house.”

“Our house,” he corrected, taking the hem of Remus’ shirt and helping him pull it over his head.

A little flurry of joy ran through Remus’ gut at his words; goosebumps broke out over his freezing skin, and he could feel a dopey smile spread over his face. Ours. Most of his stuff had been living at Sirius’ for a couple days, but he had only brought the last of it over and dropped his key off with his landlord that morning. The last six hours had been filled with delirious happiness every time he remembered. “Then lead the way, captain.”

Sirius kissed his chilly nose and took him by the hand—both their palms were clammy and half-numb from the rain, and Remus didn’t care one bit. Stripping down was significantly more difficult when every article of clothing seemed dead-set on becoming a second skin, but after a handful of minor mishaps and more than one muffled curse, they were finally standing under warm water.

Remus closed his eyes with a sigh, letting the steam wrap around every inch of him. His apartment may have been comfortable, but it was severely lacking in water pressure and heat compared to Sirius’ house.

Our house.

He hummed to himself and stepped back until his shoulder blades were pressed to Sirius’ chest; there was a low laugh, then callused fingers running through his hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our house,” he answered, turning to stand on his toes and place a kiss to Sirius’ lips. It was chaste and unhurried; there was no time constraint on how long they could spend there. Remus didn’t have to worry about getting home too late, or whether he had brought enough stuff to stay the night. Everything he wanted was within reach.

Sirius smiled against his lips and draped his arms over Remus’ shoulders, tugging playfully on the wet curls at the base of his neck. “Good thoughts?”

“Always,” he said immediately. “This is…it’s so good, Sirius. So good. I am so happy.”

Their next kiss was deeper, but there was no real heat behind it, even as Remus curled his hands around the sharp peaks of Sirius’ hips. “I love you,” Sirius murmured when they pulled back for air. He bumped their noses together. “And I can’t wait to have you here all the time.”

“You don’t have to wait at all.”

His grin widened and he kissed Remus again. “I know.”

Remus nuzzled into the side of his neck and relaxed into the soapy slide of Sirius’ hand down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until the hot water started pouring over him, and sudden sleepiness trickled into the edges of his thoughts like rain through a gutter. The steam turned minty fresh as Sirius washed the expanse of his shoulders, then his neck, then all the way down each arm; he dropped a teasing pinch to Remus’ ass, but moved right back up to rub his thumb in the crook of one elbow.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asked quietly against Remus’ temple.

“Mmm, please,” was all Remus could muster in response.

He had never really understood the hype about physical affection before he met Sirius. Sure, hugs from his parents and Jules were amazing, and fist bumps from the guys always made him feel included, but the gravitational pull Sirius had was like nothing he had ever felt. It was impossible to be uncomfortable if Remus was within five feet of him—impossible to feel unsafe when he fit so neatly in the dip of one shoulder.

“Love you,” he said around a slow exhale as Sirius began combing the conditioner through his hair. It was almost long enough to flop into his eyes, something that seemed to delight Sirius any time he saw it.

Warm lips brushed the shell of his ear for a moment. “You smell like la lavande.”

“Lavender?” Sirius hummed his approval and Remus raised his head just enough to kiss the water off his collarbone. “Do you like it?”

“Love it.” Sirius glanced down at him with a sideways smile, making one dimple pop. “Love you. Where did you get this?”

“Walgreens.”

That startled a laugh from him, which set Remus off as well. “Walgreens? Really?”

“I ran out one day at, like, midnight and it was the closest place. It smelled nice, so I just kept on buying it.”

Sirius shook his head with the same awed look on his face. “The secret to illegally soft hair is Walgreens conditioner. Amazing. My hair would riot.”

Remus frowned. “Your hair looks incredible even after you swim in salt water all day.”

“And then it tangles, and frizzes, and—” He paused. “Comment dit-on une colère? Like a toddler?”

“A tantrum?”

“Ouais.” Remus tilted his chin back obediently to let him wash the conditioner out. “It throws a tantrum. See, this is why I need you around all the time.”

“I have never seen your hair throw a tantrum before.” Sirius’ cheeks flushed and he bit his lip around a smile; Remus poked him lightly in the chest. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s an awfully big smile for nothing.”

His silver eyes shone as he placed yet another gentle kiss to Remus’ lips through the water running down both their faces. “You get to see it all the time now. No more going back to your apartment after we go places.”

“You’ll be subjected to my bedhead every morning,” Remus teased, resting their foreheads together as he reached for the soap.

“I love your bedhead.”

“I’m counting on it.” He took the bar of soap and ran it along the planes of Sirius’ chest, then around his back to trace every muscle. He could feel Sirius’ gaze on him with each movement and warmed from the inside out at the attention. Every bit of rainy cold that had snuck under his skin vanished in the minutes of comfortable quiet.

Thunder rolled through the sky when they finally turned the shower off and wrapped up in Sirius’ fluffiest towels—Remus’ own were significantly less fancy, but they remained in the linen closet on equal standing. It was silent things like that that made him love Sirius just a little bit more.

“Wait, wait, hang on,” he said as Sirius started pulling his sweatpants on.

“Hey!” Sirius protested when Remus took both the pants and his soft tshirt right out of his hands, winding the towel back around his waist with an awkward hop. “I’m going to get cold!”

“Five minutes!” Remus called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs with their clothes. “I promise it’s worth it!”

It would be a drizzly night; grand plans of takeout and a movie ran through his head and he did a small happy dance in the laundry room as he tossed their clothes in the dryer. His dryer. Their dryer. “Mine,” he murmured, running a hand over the top of the machine. It was a wild thought, and one he would have to get used to. He still instinctively checked the clock from time to time before remembering that he would be staying for—

Forever.

The thought came before Remus could really process it and he leaned against the dryer with an unsteady breath. It was only his first real day in the house, and already he was thinking about…that. About staying forever. It wasn’t as scary as he had imagined.

“Mon loup?” Sirius peeked around the doorjamb in confusion, still fiddling with the tucked side of his towel. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a trick that I learned from my mom,” Remus said rather than getting into the specific train of thought that probably left him looking like he had been whacked with a frying pan. “Do you want to do takeout for dinner?”

“I…kind of wanted to get dressed.”

Remus patted his hip as he passed. “Five minutes, baby. Where should we eat?”

“You pick.”

Forty minutes later, Remus found himself tucked under the blanket his mother had given him when he went away for college with his boyfriend and a box of takeout Thai food. Their clothes were still warm from the dryer—he would never forget the pure bliss on Sirius’ face when he got dressed and was instantly cocooned in heat—and Sirius’ hair was still half-damp from their shower, curling in little wings over his ears. It felt like worlds colliding. Somehow, Remus was just fine with that.

“Hey,” he said quietly as the exposition continued on screen. Sirius glanced over with his fork halfway to his mouth. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked around the living room—their living room—that had seemed so empty the first time he saw it. They could put pictures on the wall by the back door, and one box of his books still laid unopened by the shelves. He could bring out his grandmother’s quilt in the winter. A month from then, two months, ten months. “I’m happy here.”

Sirius’ breath caught for a moment before a hoodie-clad arm slid between Remus’ back and the couch and guided him over to rest his head on Sirius’ chest. His lips were slightly spicy from the curry when he kissed him. “I’m happy when you’re here,” Sirius said, hardly above a whisper. “I miss you when you’re not.”

Remus breathed in the smell of his—their—laundry detergent and felt his heart give a hard thump. “You don’t have to miss me anymore.”

“C’mere.” There was a shuffle as Sirius set both their food boxes on the coffee table and paused the movie, then shifted around so Remus was laying on his chest. He pulled the blanket all the way up to their shoulders and slipped one warm hand up Remus’ shirt to rest on the small of his back; his eyes were bright in the semi-darkness. “Stay with me.”

Remus didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

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Smelly revenge (Ben 10) CAUTION: this one gets a bit gross!

Positive that the tank was running on fumes, Ben walked out of the shower room with a towel around his waist and his t-0shirt back on, his undies and pants triple bagged and a couple of bars of soap tossed in for good measure. "Sooo uhh.. Where's the spare undies and pants?" Ben asked, looking at Hardworm and semi worried because Mr. wood's was no longer there. the blond gave Ben a nasty smile and then in a tone that did nothing to hide her delight, started to speak while holding up a short, pink Tutu. "Well as it turns out, we don't have ANY spare undies at ALL in here! Shocking huh? Guess they figured that you know..big boys and girls wouldn't be crapping their pants! as for pants.. this was ALL I could find in the lost and found, it's not much but it'll cover up the DIAPER I'll have to put you in anyways~" "..Heh..OK..I must still have water in my ears, But I could of swore you just said.. you have to put a DIAPER on me." Ben said. Blushing and giving a nervous smile."Buttt seee, that CAN'T be what I heard because that's just crazy right?…RIGHT!?!" Ben said, a panicked tone taking over and then in a small pleading tone he added. "Right?" Nurse Hardworm just smiled wider and set the tutu down, and pulled out a thick, grey and purple diaper with pink tapes. "What do you think? and look, we even got new diapers in JUST for little pants poopers like you~ Little charmy's they're called." she said with a nasty tone in her voice, following up with a laugh and then walking over and patting one of the beds for kids to lay on. "Hop up widdle guy~" "..And to think..I thought crapping myself was gonna be the worse part of my day." Ben whimpered. "The days still young." Hardworm snickered. Ben groaned and slowly shuffled over, dropping the towel from around his waist as he slid onto the bed, and covered his eyes. 'this can't get ANY more humiliating..' he thought to himself, only to have Hardworm giggle and lift up his shirt and tickle his tummy. "Awww, who's a shy widdle guy? you are! it's ok widdle man, Nurse Hardworm is here to wook after you!" She coo'ed, her tone taking on a motherly tone and as Ben peeked from behind one of his hands, she was legibility giving a nice smile. 'Just had to tempt fate didn't you Benny?' he mentally groaned.

For the next minute or so, Nurse Hardworm was kind and gentle, coo'ing softly and baby talking to Ben like he was just a toddler as she got the diaper under his butt and powdered him up, then tapped it nice and tight and helped him to his feet, giving his rump a soft pat. "There you go little guy! I guess we can skip the tutu..If you hurry you might be able to go and get your gym shorts and slide them over your diapey wipey!" She coo'ed and tickled his chin. 'Geez, maybe she isn't such a hard ass after all..' Ben thought, giggling a little and starting to smile. "That sounds great!" "Good..now get out of here you little shit before you crap yourself." she said, the nice act gone just as suddenly as it had appeared. "…you have a split personality or something?" Ben asked, raising a eyebrow. "Look, seeing you all helpless and needing a diaper..brought out a part of me that I try and keep buried and you'll be buried too if you tell anyone." she said and jabbed a finger into his chest. "..Rest assure, I doubt ANYONE will ever mistake you for a beacon of kindness." Ben said, rolling his eyes and turning to leave. Looking out into the halls, they were mostly deserted, save for the hints of a long line up waiting to use the bathrooms, Ben could see the back half of a kid from the window in the door. 'Huh, guess the chilli hit everyone hard..' Ben thought and went to turn the door knob.

The end

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