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— stray kids links [hyung line]

tags: hyung line!stray kids x fem!reader, established relationship, rough sex, unprotected sex (plz wrap it before u tap it), creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, mild dacryphilia, begging, use of collars/leashes, spanking, strength kink, oral sex (f. receiving), squirting, car sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, use of nicknames (baby, princess, angel, kitten, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, etc

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add. notes: hai …. sorry i made this post instead of giving u guys nerd!chan pt. 2 I FUCKIN SWEAR IT’S COMING but it’s just taking the piss out of me n i needed this out for a new post. anyways plz dni if u r a minor like i mean that w my whole chest n also lmk if some of the links stop working or if u can’t see them idk what i can do abt that . but at least i will be aware LMFAOOOOO yea anyways enjoy :3

maknae line ver.

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⥽ … BANG CHAN: 

link one.

chan is packing. he is absolutely packing to the point you felt like he was going to tear your womb apart when you first got intimate with him, his thick cock stretching you out past your limits as fresh sobs fell from your mouth. since then, he's trained you to take him with enough prep, always making sure to milk at least two orgasms from you before he even thinks about letting his dick near your pussy regardless of how hard it might be throbbing. that wait becomes worthwhile though when he finally sinks inside of you, dirty words and throaty groans rambled in your ear as he releases himself deep inside once he's reached his peak. he loves the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in, never leaving you alone until he's dumped his load empty.

"fuck, baby. how are you so tight?" chan hisses incredulously, wet thumb still circling your clit as you shake in his hold. you're extremely sensitive at this point, twitching from the slightest touch after having cum for the third time, but the only thing in your mind right now is your boyfriend breeding you, the request made obvious with how you tighten your legs around his waist to pull him in. "cum in me, daddy. please!" you plead, teary eyes blinking up at chan whose orbs roll to the back of his head at your keen expression. it only takes a few more thrusts before he's shooting ropes of hot cum inside you, gripping himself to ensure he stays in place. you sigh in content at the warm liquid flooding you, and chan just smiles tiredly, leaning in to sweetly kiss you. "i love you, precious girl." he whispers, resting his body on top of you to keep you plugged up for the rest of the night.

link two.

you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

link one.

you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

link two.

it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

link one.

changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

link one.

one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

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ryōhei arisu is autistic

usually, since im autistic myself, all I would have to say is dude trust me but ive gathered some evidence anyway

major alice in borderland spoilers

1. we can see him have meltdowns in episode 1 and 4. In episode one, the meltdown is brief and stopped pretty quickly, as everything is happening very fast. karube decides to put all the pressure on Arisu to save them. Karube is leaning over Arisu who has back himself up against a wall when he starts to feel overwhelmed, he gets up and thrashes to get out all the baddness~ (similar to stimming)

in episode four when he had just lost karube and chota in a very traumatic way he gets picked up by Usagi and when he wakes up and he works himself up into a very bad meltdown, he keeps repeating that he has to apologize to them and he's repeatedly banging his head on the ground. keep in mind that everyones meltdowns look different- autistic people with abusive family, like arisu, often have small, quick meltdowns so they won't get abused for having an intense meltdown (my meltdowns are 100% unnoticeable)

2. Arisu happy/focus stims in a lot of unnoticeable ways, i think he probably has learned to subdue his stims because of his family, he probably even has tried to stop stimming completely but it's almost impossible to do so. Here's one point where he happy stims (pushes his knees up and rocks, i stim like that so it was cool to see)

3. Arisu exclusively wears comfortable clothing, he wears plain (maybe with a little writing or a simple pattern) t-shirts most of the time he has a thin jacket over, he wears capris pants or shorts. at the end of the season he wears a button up shirt but it looks soft and with a nice texture. He never wears anything with a rough or uncomfortable texture- like jeans- and never wears anything constricting they're always loose fitting

4. his special interest is video games. this doesn't need much of an explanation I mean it's just what it is, he spends every chance he gets playing video games, like when he's walking and no one is answering him so he starts playing a game- he also gets excited when Usagi asks what an online game is- he wants to info dump and is about to but quickly stops as she looks uninterested

5. he also has a tough time in social situations and cannot always read social cues and doesn't know social norms- when he is with karube and chota- people he has known since he was a lot younger- he is much more relaxed and himself. When in a new group of people or around a new person he often goes temporarily nonverbal- shaking his no and nodding yes primarily. Like when he is with Hatter- he rarely responds to him only saying 2 very quick sentences while the rest of it is him staring and shaking his head (there are actually a lot of instances where he does this im not gonna name everyone of them)

and when he goes to talk to the two girls he is very blunt and doesn't read social cues- yelling out "i wasn't trying to hit on you!!" very loudly as they ran away from him- he can also be very blunt about a lot of things and it often gets him berated or the shit beat out of him. He means no harm with this bluntness, seeing nothing wrong with saying these things. Of course- if it's chota or karube, they dont mind his bluntness- like when Chota has a burned leg and they were theorizing the possibility of the universe they were in was VR. arisu says that VR cant make such a bad injury, chuckling to himself, seeing it as a joke he made. No one else laughed. Also a social norm that he doesn't seem to think about- when Usagi gave him her water bottle to drink he immediately offers it to the two strangers theyre with without asking her first (also an example of his hyper empathy which he shows a lot of throughout the season). he also has "odd" reactions to things in general. Compare his reactions to everyones reactions to everything in the season- you'll see what I mean

6. he can also go into hyperfocused mode (a side note: I believe he has a eidetic memory- as you can see in episode one where he is in hyperfocus mode and he remembers the evacuation map perfectly- which I know eidetic memories haven't been proven to be a thing per se but as they study it- it is commonly found in autistic people) which you can see during the games or when someone is telling him important information- for example episode one:

7. this one is short but it stuck out to me a lot- he is extremely touchy with karube and chota. he is always hugging them and reaching out to grab them, stuff like that but he looks extremely uncomfortable when someone else touches him and he doesn't touch anyone unless he absolutely needs to like life or death situations

in conclusion <3 arisu is autistic (and nonbinary) and you cant say he isn't because i literally gave you evidence and im autistic and nonbinary

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

18. Game for losers

Prompt used- squishing others cheeks| fluff | Draco squishes Harry's face everytime he swears |

" the creation of sentient is first and foremost not a creation, it is a sentient within itself. To feel is to -"

" if I hear this man talk anymore I would extract my fucking eyes out " Harry Whispered to Ron

" I don't know Harry, I don't understand a shit he says " he whispered back leaning over the table listening to the professor going on and on about God knows what.

" do you think it can make us fucking sleep ?" Harry asked

" of course Harry, I've probably dozed off like 3 times till now and it's Only been 20 minutes " Ron whispered

" I wanna fucking get out-"

" then sure do and stop disturbing who actually want to listen potter " Draco spat from the seat behind Harry

" as If you're actually fucking listening ?" Harry rolled his eyes

" yes I am actually fucking listening but all I can hear is about your dumb brain not being able to process the words and swearing " Draco whispered harshly. Rolling his eyes harry turned around and tried not to fall asleep like Ron had. Why they had to take Muggle studies in 8th year they didn't understand, the only problem with Muggle studies was every Friday they had to sit through psychology classes and as much as Harry expected he'd like it, it was all Just about huge words that bored him.

However eliciting a reaction out of Draco seemed like a fun thing to do for the rest of the class and he so did. He scratched his quill too hard on paper for one, kept kicking Draco beneath the chair, leaning back over the chair and other such things and harry was amused, Draco wasn't, of course.

" you really hate the class don't you ?" Draco asked as soon as Harry got out of the class

" well mind you, I beyond fuckin hate that fucking class. It's fucking ridiculous and annoying-"

" do you always swear this much ?" Draco cut him off narrowing his eyes at harry.

" well - yeah maybe I do, why do you fucking care ?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows asking.

Draco frowned, not answering and walking away.

" can't believe you still want to give the git another chance " Ron mumbled as he pushed Harry to walk forward

" he's apologized Ron, to everyone and everyone deserves a second chance. Besides he was the one who first came forward and I'm sure it was a lot for his over inflated big as a fucking balloon. So I don't see why not " Harry shrugged off. Ron didn't really question it since it was actually true. Harry and Draco still weren't on the best terms but well they were making progress and it was something.

It was only a month after when Harry and Draco started seeing eye to eye on things, and of course as Harry didn't actually listen in those Muggle studies lessons, instead of going for help to Hermione, he went with Draco, it was surprising how easily he explained things.

" so basically instead of bottling up my feelings I should let them fucking out for everyone to listen to it, it's fucking ridiculous" Harry yawned as Draco took down some notes

" believe me potter it helps " he didn't look at harry

" as if you fucking do this, if anything you're the most closed down person I've ever fuckin seen " Harry leaned over the table watching Draco

" I'm not closed down potter, I'm merely preservative " Draco replied still not looking at him.

" preservative, just another word for being fucking closed down " Harry said in boredom

" it is self preservation to not let anyone else see more of what you want them to see " Draco sighed pushing his quill away since Harry definitely wasn't going to stop talking

" you're just like that old toad, just big fucking words " he rolled his eyes.

Draco blinked then continued speaking " whatever you want to believe potter and for Merlin's sake stop swearing in every sentence "

" why ? It bothers you?" Harry smirked

" it doesn't bother me, it's more of you showing how insufferable you are with little to zero amount of decency " Draco huffed

" so it does fucking bother you " Harry nudged Draco

" it does not potter " Draco rolled his eyes

" yes it fuckin does, it's all over your fuckin face " Harry grinned

" it's not all over my face and stop Swearing potter " Draco rolled off his eyes and began continuing his work again.

" it is bothering. It is bothering you so much that you'd actually want to rip my fucking throat off " Harry pushed himself right in front of Draco's face to block him from working.

" it doesn't bother me potter and move " Draco huffed in annoyance.

" it is bothering you, just fuckin admit oittt-" Draco squished Harry's cheeks stopping him from going on.

" stop swearing for merlins sake potter " Draco harshly Whispered not letting go of his face.

" jusht fuckhing adhmit ith Dracho" Harry spoke with much difficulty.

" i will admit if you stop swearing and let me work " Draco suggested almost smiling lightly because of how adorable Harry actually looked right now.

" fine "

" alright yes it bothers me okay " Draco let go of Harry's face, chuckling.

" it hurt " Harry rolled his eyes rubbing off his cheeks

" as if potter, you've been through much worse. Now shut up and let me work" Draco gave him a small smile and resumed working.

" you're just like Hermione, much fun though. Anddd I'm not gonna stop Swearing so fuck you -" and harry ran out of the library. Pinching the bridge of his nose Draco found it hard to control his small laughter erupting because of Harry's childish behaviour. He had to admit, Harry was in fact cute.

And as time went Draco got more annoyed by Harry's swearing and it led to Draco squishing his cheeks more often, sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. Harry really wasn't trying to stop himself from swearing anyways, as if he actually wanted Draco to squish his face. Draco truly didn't mind anymore. As it became a routine, their friend's took notice of the peculiar friendship and often asked in secrecy if there were feelings involved, maybe it was self preservation because none of them gave a definite answer, ever.

Rituals and routine after routine followed in the course of attachment with each other with Harry and Draco, it was endearing that they had something entirely completely of their own but it was 5 months and neither of them had made a move, either they were unaware of the other person liking them which seemed like a much lesser option or they simply waited for the other one to make a move first, which seemed likely. Harry was becoming impatient day by day by Draco's ignorance to make a move first but harry being a child he was didn't wanted to make a move either, so he faked he had a date.

" who again are you going out with ?" Draco asked much less interested in Harry's over excited revelation about his fake date, he didn't need to know that though.

" would it make a difference if I told you ?" Harry nudged but Draco didn't utter a response

" not really. It's upto you if you don't want to tell. I can't care much " Draco did seem uninterested in listening to harry, which obviously bothered him but didn't indicate it.

" then I won't fucking tell you " and this time Draco didn't squish his cheeks.

" seems fair. Enjoy your date. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and return these books " Draco gave him a stern smile and picked his thing's and left. Huffing in annoyance, Harry banged his head against the table repeatedly.

Not eliciting a reaction out of Draco bothered him more than he thought it would, but now it was more of a challenge than anything else and harry wasn't going to give up. So he decided to actually go out on a date as pretend, Blaise zabini. It seemed the perfect option since Blaise was friend's with Draco and playfully flirted with Harry a lot.

But still no Fucking reaction. Harry almost wanted to confront Draco but the child in him definitely wasn't having it. He spent so much time trying to make Draco jealous " but that insufferable git isn't even fucking jealous " Harry huffed in announce.

" maybe he doesn't like you then ?" Blaise suggested

Harry rolled his eyes " you seriously believe that. That guy does my homework in advance and then explain it to me, you really think he doesn't like me. Come on you know him "

" he does seem to be going all the way for you" Blaise sarcastically replied and just then he saw Draco coming in his direction, with books in his hands. Seriously, Harry thought.

And just then it struck Harry, Draco didn't believe Harry and Blaise were real.

" come on, hold my hand " harry Whispered to Blaise

" what ?" Blaise stopped dead in his track's but Draco was coming closer.

" just fucking, kiss me " Harry huffed pushing Blaise against the wall

" I'm not fuckin kissing you, you idiot " Blaise harshly Whispered.

" okay then just fucking Whisper something in my ear, just do it Blaise. He's almost here " Harry Whispered yelled. Rolling his eyes Blaise leant down to Whisper something in Harry's ear and despite of what he whispered Harry deliberately grinned and giggled and Draco saw it. He stopped for a moment at the scene then collected himself and walked off, his hands clenched to his side's.

" you're a fucking Moron too Blaise but this worked. Thanks " Harry said and followed Draco from a distance.

When Draco walked out of the library, Harry was waiting outside for him smirking.

" I suppose, Blaise stopped snogging you in the middle of the corridor " Draco rolled his eyes.

" oh yes he did. Quite a good kisser he is " Harry smirked.

Rolling his eyes Draco almost walked off but harry followed him " he's great you know. And his lips works marve-"

" shut up " Draco squished Harry's cheeks , again.

" what ?" Harry innocently asked

" I don't want to listen about Blaise snogging you " Draco rolled off his eyes

" but we're best friends and I want to tell about the new guy I'm going out with " Harry said

" well I don't want to listen " Draco harshly said not letting go of Harry's face yet.

" why ?" Harry asked

" i- my choice " Draco rambled

" no you're fuckin lying" Harry replied, Draco squishing a bit harder, just enough to not make it hurt but to make him stop swearing

" how many times do I have to tell you, stop Swearing ?"

" go out with me and I'll stop " Harry suggested

Draco looked at harry for a moment before rolling his eyes " meet me outside the Great hall at 8" and he dropped Harry's face and walked away, smiling to himself.

" you lost " Harry chuckled from behind him. But he didn't care. Neither of them cared. they were finally going out on a date, after so long, why should they.

And when Draco snogged Harry in the forbidden forest on the date, he snogged the lights out of Harry. They were never going to be the same and they loved it.

Requests open

Day 17- their own song | Day 19- love have no bounds

[liquid-geodes]

So I just watched marks new video on Security Breach today and it got me wondering in context of the botw/fnaf au.

If Revali takes the place of Roxy, then in the secret true ending area where Link would try to defend himself from the other champions, he would have to hide from Revali chasing him. Only apparently there was a bug when Mark was playing and Roxy wouldn't leave and he needed to hide behind the bed, while freddy just wouldn't work properly. Now all I can imagine is Link cowering behind the bed while Revali is trying so hard to get him, banging his head on the wall, and generally just having no idea how to get over the bed and to grab Link.

Also hehe Urbosa go spin spin

Hi so I actually haven't finished the video yet, so by reading this I spoiled it for myself, HOWEVER it did not ruin my reaction to actually seeing it.

I'm still not actually done with the video yet but I AM just past the part you're referencing, and all I can say is: to be fair, Scott warned us that the animatronics get a little quirky at night.

The thing about this ending is that realistically, if Revali glitched out like that and was just bashing his head repeatedly into a wall, Link would start laughing, and ultimately get caught because Revali heard him. Link would NOT be able to stop himself, not after everything he's been through that entire night, to just be so tired and ultimately near the end of his mission, to see an animatronic that has been doing nothing but try to kill him the entire night glitch out and just bash it's head into a wall is exactly the kind of thing that would just suddenly be so fucking funny.

Your laughter haunts and vexes him Link

And hehehe Urbosa speeeeeen speeeeeen

But realistically it would be kind of pretty with her design and her skirt just kinda twirling about with her, she's quite the dancer all things considered. Would be nice to see if Ganon, who we previously didnt even fuckin know was here, wasn't trying to kill us

This is a good Segway into Ganon's role in this, because as you know we have Vanessa, Vanny, and now Springtrap back at it again. Filling these roles is easy because Ganondorf normally has 3 different levels of "I'll fuck you up" anyway (4 in Twilight Princess but this ain't bout them). So regularly we just have the security guard, (rehydrated) Ganondorf. Dude is just trying to do his job and this fucking blonde kid is running around after hours. Stop it Link you're going to get him in TROUBLE. Taking in the spot of Vanny is Ganon's somewhat more human malice form, y'know the thing we fight first in botw, but of course smaller and more manageable, because this is a pizza plex. And then finally, true to Ganon's actual nature, the source of all this negative energy as Springtrap. Fnaf can't exist without him, just like botw ain't right without a giant pig made of malice. It's about the ✨ sequence ✨

This also paves the way for the other endings to make sense, since in some Vanessa is free and is seem with Gregory and Freddy, you have the potential to stop Ganon at it's source, and free Ganondorf from it's evil influence. Perfectly conceived au babey!

[prettywordsyouleft]

Forsaken | Part 12

Summary: As one of the Forsaken, Jinyoung had no right to covet anything as his own. When he stumbles across you standing in the middle of the village he had plundered, the memories of old make him risk it all, clutching at the past in hopes for a better future.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: warrior au / star crossed lovers / angst / romance

Warnings: death, kidnapping, cursing, a myriad of emotions - this is a really sad love story.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 

“You’re not a very pretty thing, are you?” the man who was the leader of this army sneered, leaning in closer to the cell you and Youngjae were held within. He then let out a boom of laughter which startled you enough to bang into Youngjae’s shoulder. “That boy has never had much of a good taste in anything so what to expect really.”

“You’re no great looker yourself,” you couldn’t help but shoot back and the man stopped with his jovial response, his gaze narrowing on your face. “It’s a pity my eyes have to take you in so closely. Have you bathed this month or is that putrid smell your natural odour?”

Youngjae was pinching at the edge of your arm repeatedly to stop. However, you didn’t back down any. If this ogre of a man was going to treat Jackson the way he had and then insult the man who would give up everything for you, then you weren’t afraid to share your thoughts now either.

Perhaps you were too bold for a prisoner but you wouldn’t remain one for long anyway.

He was silent for a moment and then he chuckled. “I like you. Maybe you’ll make a good wife.”

“Don’t you already have enough whores to keep you busy?”

“Y/N!” Youngjae whined and then shook his head. “Please forgive her, My Lord. She comes from a very optimistic lifestyle and has no idea how these lands work.”

“Don’t suck up to me boy, I have no use for you.”

“I think you do,” you corrected firmly and the man looked back at you again, intrigued. “Youngjae here is a mighty fine cook.”

“He is, is he?”

“Oh yes, the finest I’ve ever come across.”

Youngjae was so surprised by your outlandish lie that all he could do was stare at you with his mouth agape. However, you pressed on, maintaining eye contact with your captor. “Surely you would allow us to cook you a meal tonight.”

“You’re not free to move around here. I’m using you as bait. As soon as I sniff out that lousy cat of yours, you’ll be gone from this earth.”

“All the more reason for a chef such as Youngjae and I to make our final meal together. After all, you did see how well-fed the men were back at the camp we come from, didn’t you? That’s all on Youngjae. I’ve been cooking with him since I arrived and honestly, you won’t regret it.”

You could tell the man was a fool. Whilst he had a clever wit about him when it came to being a warrior, he was overruled by the comforts he could lap up within these walls. Scratching at his beard, he let out another laugh. “I suppose I’ve always been envious of that boy’s teamwork. A hearty meal for me and my men will only prepare us further for taking out Jinyoung when he arrives.”

You swallowed back your instant complaint and smiled instead. “Of course. A hearty meal is what you all deserve.”

“What are you playing at?” Youngjae murmured in your ear when you were both transported to their open kitchen area. The two men who threw you into your confinements now shackled you with a rope around your ankles so you couldn’t escape. They then put potatoes in front of you.

“We will need the finest cut of meat you have here,” you instructed to the men, who glanced between each other before going into their storage shed. You looked at Youngjae desperately. “I’m getting us out of here. I still have some of the supplies on me.”

“How are you planning to get us out?”

“I lived with a healing woman. I know a thing or two,” you responded, smiling at the return of the men with a bucket of meat. “Wonderful. Shall we get to work, master?”

“Mas-- er yes. Yes, we shall.”

“A stew is your finest use of potatoes, isn’t it?” you continued and the men seemed content with your conversation and washing of the potatoes to lose some interest in you both. Still, you continued with your talk, just to be sure. “You make a very fragrant blend as your special flavour, don’t you?”

“It’s a unique dish for sure,” Youngjae attempted to sound just as effortless as you were. His hands were shaking and you reached out to calm them with a gentle squeeze and a nod of your head.

When Youngjae had collected the seeds for your travels, you had noticed a large sachet of Nightshade seeds along the wall of the shop. You had slipped them into the purchase without a moment’s thought, out of habit that you would fetch them for your Grandmother when she called for them. Now, they had proven their worth and you were grateful you had pocketed them shortly after leaving the village.

It wouldn’t be enough to truly take out your captors, given how many there were, but it would buy you some time. Thankfully, Youngjae found some herbs within the kitchen that could help with the disagreeable smell, and by the time you were ready to serve it up, the stew boasted a smell that had the men hanging around for it.

“Best thing I’ve smelt in years!”

“Boss made a good decision about letting them feed us!”

“How can a stew smell this tasty?!”

You felt unfortunate towards some of the girls who ate alongside them, knowing they weren’t guilty like the monsters slurping up their dinner were. Still, you needed the best chance of escape.

“Girl, is there more?” the leader, whom you had learned was called Argo, belched, and you smiled, pushing the large pot forward.

“I believe you will lick the bowl clean at this rate.”

“A good meal like this… that boy was living in luxury.”

“You could too if you let us live,” Youngjae offered and Argo chuckled as he threw the remnants of what was in the ladle down his throat. You watched on with bated breath.

“Nice try, boy. But once that lion or tiger or whatever he called himself comes prowling through here, you’ll be seeing the gates of the heavens above.”

“Worth a try,” you lamented dramatically, patting Youngjae’s arm.

It didn’t take long for the effects to settle in. Nightshade in small doses was effective in many ways. You knew of it intimately, as it had been the potion you drank given by your father that saved you. Still, the concentration compared to this one had been stronger and you couldn’t gauge if the men would sleep for hours or days.

It would give you both the head start you would need all the same.

Once the last one dropped into slumber around you both, you reached for the dagger down your leg and as quickly and quietly as you could, cut the rope free from yours and Youngjae’s legs. Nodding at one another, you then started towards the exit near the stables, stopping just before you stepped out.

“What is it?”

“Jinyoung will come here,” you murmured, slicing a shred of your pant cuff off. Hiding it in a crevice that you knew his keen eyes would discover, you then smiled at Youngjae, dashing away as fast as you both could.

“What are you doing?”

Looking at Jinyoung and then at the stack of white stones you held, you smiled. “I’m creating a trail.”

“Yes, but why?”

“In case we get lost. Papa needs to find us.”

“Can’t you just tell the way back from how we travelled it?” he wondered and you shrugged.

“This way I’m not leaving anything to chance.”

“What if a wind picks up and throws your stones away?”

“Then fate wanted us to be lost from this world,” you surmised, scrunching up your face as you gave the boy a playful shove. “Don’t be so frustrating. It’s better to do this than not at all. Say I went for a wander all by myself and got lost. Wouldn’t you want a path to find me with?”

“I’d use my skills from living within woods like these to track you down,” he stubbornly replied, though he reached for the next stone to place on the path for you. You giggled and Jinyoung smiled. “I hope you don’t get lost from my world, Y/N.”

“I know you’ll find me if I do. I’ll leave you a trail just so you know how to find me.”

The light that rose with the new dawn enabled you and Youngjae to move faster over the terrain. It hadn’t been easy to put distance between you and the camp with barely a moon to guide you by, yet you had made some progress.

It wasn’t enough though and once the men woke and found their horses, it would be all too easy to find you on the flat.

You remained climbing into a mountainside in hopes it would lead you away from being captured again.

“It’s cold,” Youngjae mentioned with concern as you hacked another chunk of fabric off your leg. “You should stop doing that now.”

“I can’t, Jinyoung needs to find us.”

“You’re above your knees now, there won’t be much more to give up. Here, take from mine.”

You smiled gratefully at Youngjae and nodded. “For the next marker, I will take your offer.”

“You hold a lot of hope that Jinyoung will find us.”

“If I give up hope, I won’t keep moving. And I have to make my best move.”

“Your best move?”

You nodded again. “I froze in front of danger the first time. If I allow others to control me and not fight myself then I’m not making my best move for us right now.”

“How long do you think until the brew wears off?”

“Maybe we have a couple more hours up our sleeve at most.”

“Then by noon, we may not have much luck.”

“They would have expected us to head towards our camp. They didn’t hold much regard for our smarts.”

“Given that brute believed your story of me being a fine cook.”

“You did enough to make that believable yourself given how long you had been feeding them before I.”

“Perhaps. I got worried when you started mouthing off.”

Your lips curled up fondly. “I was a little spirited.”

“You’re lucky he didn’t kill us then.”

“He couldn’t.” You stared ahead at the dense forest and then sighed. “He needed us to get to Jinyoung.”

“I hope Jackson is okay.”

“I believe Jackson is stronger than he looks.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t a deep wound. It sure stunned him.”

“I believe he will greet us again.”

“Yes, I do too.”

You both fell silent, your true worries unspoken. Neither of you had supplies to prolong your travels any. Once you ran out of energy that would be it unless you could harvest something along the way. All you saw was tree after tree and nothing edible in between.

You had managed to drink from a spring some hours earlier into your travel but as the sun grew hotter in the sky and filtered through the lessening density of the trees, you were becoming a little parched.

Still, you travelled on.

Mid-afternoon arrived and Youngjae’s breathing grew laboured. You stopped to rest, wiping the perspiration from your brows and neck, wondering if you could use it to wet your mouth any. It was too salty and you spat it out, groaning with your lack of resources.

You hadn’t thought far ahead.

“There’s a clearing,” Youngjae pointed and you turned to the direction he was looking in, perking up.

“And a homestead!”

“Water,” Youngjae breathed as you helped him up.

“Food too.”

“Shelter,” you both stated, trying your best to keep Youngjae upright as you both travelled over the ground with the remaining energy you had.

The clearing was flat and your legs relished in it as you jogged across the grassy field, eyes fixated on what you hoped would be your saviour.

And then you heard the thundering of hooves coming upon you.

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Part 13

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Hey so from your blog I understand you are neurodivergent? Correct me if I'm wrong. If you are, sometimes I wonder if I have Asperger's Syndrome. When I look back on my childhood there are some questionable aspects that I got over, I think, but with a lot of effort. For example I used to watch the same movie over and over again till I had big chunks of it memorized and I played it in my head when I went to sleep? And I was obsessed with puzzles, I did and redid them many times. And lots of repetitive things. Also I don't know if I was just being sensitive or something, but I always cried at the tiniest disapproval of adults.

I'm sorry if this comes off as stereotypical, but those are things my peers found weird and not actually "normal" and it was pretty hard for me to get over them.

Lol I don't even know where this is going, I guess I'd like to see some insights from a neurodivergent person, because I've never had the chance to interact with one. How did you figure out you were neurodivergent? Can a person on the autism spectrum learn to communicate effectively with other people on their own? (because I think I can do that, but it's not always a pleasure haha).

Feel free not to respond to this, I don't want to bother, but you seem..... Approachable😂. I'm not one of those people who self-diagnose through an internet quiz and try to make themselves appear special....You know the ones. I'm genuinely curious haha. I'm probably fine, it would still be interesting to see your response. Thanks.

I’m going to be perfectly real with you

I do not have an official diagnosis for anything aside from “generalized anxiety” but I only got the chance (until very recently) to get therapy for a year.

But I do feel like there’s a difference between wanting to feel “special” and going into self-diagnosis territory half-cocked. And looking at your life, tallying up the evidence, making an educated guess, and then making an effort on finding out whether or not you’re guess is correct from a professional.

For instance, in my case (I’m about to get into “tragic” backstory stuff just to give a clear picture):

I come from an emotionally abusive situation in which, even when I had teachers, pediatricians or other moms suggest I (at the very least) had ADHD my mother got offended, denied it and insisted I was fine. In fact, the only way in which she has treated my as any sort of neurodivergent is the “generalized anxiety” diagnosis I got from the six months of therapy I got 7 years ago. Even then she uses it as a tool to invalidate my feelings. She never considered it may be a symptom rather than a source until my baby brother got diagnosed with autism.

My family has a loooooong history of autism/adhd and other mental illnesses, all of my siblings and cousins above the age of 3 have one or both, I also wouldn’t be surprised if my father has autism and my mother has ADHD even if they went undiagnosed from the same stigma that kept my mother from getting me help (and only getting my younger sibling help when essentially forced by the school system.)

It was only really when my brother exhibited behaviors and got an autism diagnosis (and my mother and I started reading up on the topic) that I realized just how many of my behaviors were associated with textbook autism. I looked at my baby brother and I saw myself, the biggest difference between us is that I was hyper verbal (talking a bit before 18 months) and he was totally nonverbal until he was almost three (both of which, are symptoms of autism) that I really considered the possibility. Even my mother suggested I may be right, better late then never I guess.

I exhibit many of the exact behaviors you describe that are associated with both adhd and autism, I lined up toys, I drew the same picture on one sheet over and over. I take comfort in compulsively watching movies and shows over and over, I (for lack of a better words) stim sing and use movie quotes and references as eccholalia as stress relievers (especially in new social situations). I cried at the drop of a hat, when I was angry I’d repeatedly hurt myself by banging my head and arms against the myself or walls. I also do the “happy flappy arms” when I’m excited or nervous, I have a special interest in writing and making music (I have a hard time thinking about pretty much anything else). I had lots of trouble socially until about high school and none of my friends are neurotypical (or straight lol). So, I think it’s safe to say that I am either on the spectrum, have ADHD (which exhibits a lot of similar symptoms).

When I found this out, I started treating myself like I had these things instead of beating myself up for being “weird” and my mental health improved significantly. Mind you, it’s still not great because I am not (yet) in therapy and live in an overcrowded, emotionally abusive household, but I am making concerted efforts to remedy both. I’ve got my first therapy session in almost a decade arranged for next week and plan on moving in with another, less crowded, less abusive parent.

The best thing I can suggest is, read up on what you think you may have, look at the symptoms, compare them to you’re own, write it down, write how you feel about it. But more importantly read other people’s experiences with autism and ADHD, while medical professionals can help you get access to diagnosis and (if you need it) medication, sometimes the personal aspects get lost in the machine. At the same time of course be careful who you listen to, there are a lot of organizations and people out there who want to “help” by trying to force us to act “normal”, acting neurotypical does NOT equal living to enjoying your life to its fullest potential. On the flipside there of course people out there with and without diagnosis that will promote unhealthy thinking patterns and coping mechanisms, you’ve got to think critically and decide what is best for you.

Not all of us can get therapy, not all of us will get diagnosed even if we do, especially if you’re AFAB and have autism, or if you’re “well behaved” (ie pass as neurotypical) we slip through the cracks all the time. Try to get therapy anyway, a diagnosis can be really helpful (but in the case of autism it can also be detrimental because of the sheer amount of ableism around it, again, read other people’s experiences).

It’s okay to act on the idea that something is wrong, you know when something isn’t right with you, not even your parents can define that for you (I learned that the hard way). As long as you don’t wallow in it, operating under the assumption you have autism and/or adhd, using the tried and true coping mechanisms, being gentle with yourself, can be very, very helpful.

Hope this helped <3 💚🖖🏻💚

[sanktnikolais]

We Got Married

For @grishaversebigbang mini bang! <3 

Check out the amazing fanarts of @notbynary (x) and @ninaaswaffles (x)! 

Summary:  Waking up with a hangover in the morning without any recollection of the night before, Zoya and Nikolai are up for another headache because of their new status. 

Word count: 1821

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Nikolai woke up to a throbbing pain in his head. Even opening his eyes was a challenge, everything was trying to knock him out to oblivion and slowly becoming successful, but he stood his ground.

               “Fuck,” Nikolai muttered as he brought a hand up to his temple to massage it. When he finally had the strength to open his eyes, the world was still spinning and threatening to black out, but he fought to stay awake and turned to the side.

               It was then he felt a breath on his neck from did he stop his movements, and the sudden weight of someone pressed tightly against his side snapped him awake fully. He turned his head slightly to the side and was greeted with a mess of ebony hair of a certain someone that he was sure he knew who it was.

               Almost half of Zoya’s body was perched on top of him and her arm was sprawled over his chest, pinning him down tightly on the couch. Nikolai winced through another wave of headache that hit. How had they gotten into this position, anyway? His memories were a blur of loud laughter and endless shots of alcohol of Zoya’s birthday blast. Aside from that, there was a huge blank space in between that needed to be filled.

               Nikolai carefully untangled the arm on his chest without risking to wake the raven-haired woman up because he was very much aware of her wrath when disturbed during her sleep even at the slightest state. And he was definitely going to get axed when she woke up and realize that they had been this close. He still loved his life to be cut short. Though as much as he wanted to stay in this position for much longer—probably even forever—his head needed to be soothed with painkillers.

               A few gentle tugs later, Zoya involuntarily moved away from him and turned to her side, finally putting off her weight from him all the while mumbling to herself. Nikolai gave a sigh of relief and rolled to his side, only to be met with the edge of the couch and he fell right off with a string of curses.

               It was a good thing that the floor was carpeted and it somehow cushioned his fall a bit. The abruptness of the act sent another wave of dizziness to him, making Nikolai struggle to sit up and using the glass table as his support. It had been a while since he got wasted like this. The last time he had, he woke up by the stairs of his unit, legs spread on the steps, and he spent most of the day in bed because of a terrible headache.

               Nikolai had vowed not to do that again, but the circumstances seemed to not be on his side.

               A small patch of paper on the glass surface caught his eye and he squinted to see something scribbled on it. He didn’t know if it was the font that was shitty or just his vision swimming, but he did recognize it as David’s handwriting—the messy strokes of lines adding to the swirling of his vision.

               Sorry to leave the mess for a while. We’ll be back in an hour, just went out to get breakfast. If you wake up before we come back, painkillers are in the cupboard by the kitchen. – D & G

                 P.S.

               Enjoy your new status!

               New what? Nikolai frowned at the note. It didn’t make any sense at all. Or had he missed something?

               As if on cue, a memory flashed in his mind of him taking off the chain around his neck that held his father’s ring, and the rest was blank. He whipped a hand up to his throat, feeling the absence of the necklace and sending his mind to a panic. What if he had been dared to do something crazy to it? Though he wasn’t that close with his family, the ring was still an heirloom, and Nikolai would never forgive himself if he lost it due to his own recklessness.

               He started to pat down on the carpet just in case it fell right over when he removed it from his neck. As he was doing so, he was berating himself in his mind for being so drunk to not be able to remember anything from the previous night.

               A gleam at the corner of his eye caught his attention and Nikolai turned to the direction he had seen it from, surprising him when he finally saw where it was.

               It was on the ring finger of his left hand.

               Nikolai narrowed his eyes on the band. It was just a simple gold one with a black cursive L engraved on it, the dark font of the letter contrasting with its light background and making it stand out. The blond breathed out another sigh of relief, even if he was confused on why he had it worn around his finger.

               At least the ring was still intact.

               He carefully stood up from the floor and walked towards the kitchen to try and find some painkillers, all the while Zoya was still snoring in the living room. Several minutes of rummaging through the cupboards, Nikolai was startled to a stop by a loud voice from somewhere behind him.

               “Lantsov, would you keep it down? It’s like you’re trying to go to war with—what in the fuck’s name is this?”

               Nikolai raised a brow at the sudden change of Zoya’s vocabulary and started to walk back to the living room. He spotted the woman at the side of the room, looking at the expanse of the wall that was covered with a carelessly hanged tarp.

               Zoya turned to him, eyes focused on the papers she was holding, her brows narrowed tightly.

               He tried to ignore the beautiful mess of her bed hair or the way one of her shirtsleeves almost fell off her shoulder and revealed the skin around her collarbone, but failed of course, and Nikolai was all too aware of himself gawking at the woman in front of him.

               Zoya tore her gaze away from the paper and looked at him, causing Nikolai to snap out of his daze and focus on the tarp behind her. From where he was standing, he could make out huge letters written (in spray-paint?) on its surface.

               Nikolai squinted and read the writings.

               He was mortified with what he read.

               “Married?” Zoya exclaimed, her voice still hoarse from all the drinking last night, and she hitched a thumb over her shoulder. An expression that was in between confusion and anger was evident on her face. “What the fuck?”

               The writings glared back at Nikolai, and he winced at the sight of it.

               Congratulations, newlyweds! it said in a sloppy handwriting, and Nikolai had to blink repeatedly to make sure his eyes weren’t playing games on him.

               Another memory flashed in his mind, and he turned to Zoya with a mortified look. They were absolutely screwed. “You dared David to wed us.”

               Zoya looked back at him with wide eyes. Perhaps he should savor the moment of catching her off guard, but their current situation deemed it void. “What?”

               Some of the events from the previous night came to Nikolai with a wave of headache. He brought a hand up to his head. “You still wouldn’t believe that he finished his judge training this year and you—” he gestured vaguely in the air with his other hand— “made him do it.”

               There was a complete silence in the room, with Zoya narrowing her eyes at him as if she were trying to remember if she really had done the said deed. Nikolai took the moment to glance at her hand and was able to catch a glimpse of the gold band around her ring finger.

               She held up the papers she had been holding. “Is this even legal?”

               Nikolai squinted as he made his way closer to the raven-haired woman, trying to make sense of the wordings on the paper. He gave a wince. Marriage certificate. “Maybe we should ask our friendly neighbor judge?” he offered. “As far as I remember my college days, engineering did not cover anything related to this.”

               There was another silence, and Zoya’s deadpanned expression only made his wince turn into a nervous smile. “This is madness,” she said later, breathing out an annoyed huff.

               Nikolai nodded in agreement. “Completely.” He sighed. This meant another complication, and he knew this could take a while for it to be fixed, so he decided to make the most out of it instead. “Though I wouldn’t mind calling you Mrs. Lantsov.”

               He then felt the papers get shoved on his face and he stumbled back a few steps with a light chuckle. It started to fall from him and Nikolai barely caught the material with his hand. Zoya was already by the wall, trying to tear the tarp off from the expanse in a rush. The blond couldn’t blame her—the writings were really a sight for sore eyes.

               “I wouldn’t change my last name for you in any way.”

               “Ah, that’s fine. So, you don’t mind being married to me?” He was rewarded with a glare, but Nikolai had already been used to it for years. By now, it was actually safe to say that he was fond of it. “Well, you were the one who dared David to wed us, which brings me to the idea that you’ve thought of being married to me. Did you?”

               Zoya quickly tore her eyes away from him and turned back to her work on the wall. “Whatever,” she muttered.

               A thought came to Nikolai as he stared at the certificate in his hands. “Wait, if we got married last night, did that mean you actually kissed me?”

               He saw Zoya’s fingers falter from removing the last corner of the tarp, and Nikolai almost let out a loud laugh. Maybe she remembered something about last night. “Shut your mouth, Lantsov, or I will smother you with this,” she said, voice laced with threat.

               Nikolai put a hand up to his chest and feigned a hurtful expression. “You’d hurt your husband?”

               “If he’s that annoying, I probably would.���

               “Harsh.”

               “Honest.”

               Zoya finally finished removing the tarp from the wall and began to fold it in brash movements, to which Nikolai watched fondly, a small smile gracing his lips. He’d never say it aloud, but Nikolai knew to himself he didn’t mind the thought of being married to her.

               Now he was left wondering if she felt the same.

               The blond snapped out of his thoughts and clasped his hands together a little too enthusiastically. “So, who kissed who first?” he asked with a grin.

               This time, Nikolai wasn’t able to stay upright when Zoya threw the entire tarp over to his face.

[teatimewithlennon]

I Know The Way There [John Lennon] - Part 7

~~All the jumping is starting to take a toll on Lydia’s body, but is that gonna stop her? Probably not.~~

Part 1 l Part 2  l Part 3 l Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6

Here’s what was on repeat while writing lol

Word Count: 1345

{Finally uploading on the day I’m supposed to, shocking. Anyway enjoy this part. It was much easier to write than the previous ones, it sorta just came to me. Other than the part where I manually did inflation calculation and the calculation into pounds instead of just using the fucking internet}

I'd made up my mind. I was going to see John again. I had to try and get him, even if it can only end poorly.

Pushing myself up from the damp ground, I stood at the edge of the cliff. From my perch, I could see the pleasant glow of a city in the distance. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of wet foliage and earth. It’s so peaceful out here, exactly where she’d want to be.

I place my hand on the monument, taking a silent moment to thank her for everything she’s ever done.

I try to relax my muscles as I prep to jump. Closing my eyes again and taking a deep breath, absolutely terrified that it won’t work and I’ll be stuck on this mountain all night. I release the air I’m holding and let reality envelop me.

The way it takes me is more intense than normal, my body is not used to this much stress. My limbs feel like they are being pulled out of their sockets. It feels like my skin is burning. In my chest it feels like my lungs are filling with liquid, causing a drowning sensation. Every time I try this it’s getting harder and harder to take. When I appear in my dad’s living room I let out a blood-curdling scream. Within seconds my father holding my small frame close to his chest, cradling me on the shag carpet.

“Hey-Hey-Hey-It’s gonna be alright,” he runs his hand over my hair kissing me repeatedly. “What’s wrong, baby?”

My head is lighter than air, I can barely make out my father’s words. I’m not quite sure how to respond, but before I get the chance to think of something I start to feel nauseated. As if I’m about to throw up. I start to panic. The suffocating feeling of being in the void comes back. I gasp for air trying to respond in any way, but it’s just not coming out.

Dad stays with me on the floor, holding me in his lap, for what has to be hours. I never did give him an answer. After I started to feel more normal, after my flesh stopped burning and my lungs started to work again, I ended up falling asleep. He must have moved me to my bed because I wake up under my quilt to the sound of my father in the kitchen making breakfast.

I turn myself over, gazing at the clock on the wall. It is only seven. The morning sun shows through the sheer curtains, giving the room a welcoming glow. I slowly stand, feeling my lungs ache in my chest. My clothes smell musty, and man do I need a shower. I pull some casual clothes out of the closet and set them on the bed, making my way out into the hall. The whole apartment smells like eggs and hashbrowns. I hear dad singing to himself. It makes me think back to my childhood, causing me to smile as I open the bathroom door.

After a quick shower, and an even quicker makeup job, I follow my dad’s lovely singing to the kitchen table. He’s just finishing up some blueberry muffins. He looks the right amount of disheveled. Salt and pepper hair messy atop his head. His handsome tanned face covered in a gray stubble. My friends always thought of him as the hot dad, and the twins have, on multiple occasions, tried to hit on him. Which has caused many a weird conversations I don’t like to get into. Sam likes to tell me that’s where I got my good looks, though I can never tell if he’s joking or not.

“Hey sweetheart,” he gives me a jolly smile while plating up breakfast for me, “did you sleep okay?”

I lift my feet up onto the chair next to me, “I think so.”

“Now I’m not gonna make you share right now, seeing as you just woke up. But I’m gonna need you to tell me what happened,” he pours me a cup of tea. “I don’t like when my baby girl is in pain.”

“Do you want the short or long version?” I say with a mouth full of eggs.

“Let’s start with the short and if I want to hear more, you can give me the long version.”

He moves my legs off the chair, “Short version, I jumped too many times and I think it started to do some real damage to my body.”

“Why have you been jumping so much?” He asks, taking a large gulp of coffee.

“I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t been giving myself enough time,” I don’t think I’m ready to tell him about John yet.

Dad inhales deeply, “So you won’t be jumping anytime soon?”

“Well about that,” I start, rubbing the back of my neck.

“You can’t be serious?” he looks shocked as if he doesn’t know I have very little regard for my own well being. “You showed up here, half-dead, and you’re gonna do it again?”

“I wasn’t half-dead, just a little worn out,” crossing my arms over my chest. “Besides, I plan on staying where I’m going for a while, so the overdoing it thing won’t be a problem.”

He’s quiet for a moment, “I don’t know Lyds.”

I rest my hand on his, “You don’t have to worry, I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“I don’t even know where you’re going,” his big bushy eyebrows furrow together, “or what you’re really doing.”

“I’ll tell you what,” I take a bite of my breakfast, talking with my mouth full of eggs and potatoes, “if you can guess the year I’ll tell you what I’m up to.” I take my plate to the sink.

“Oh come on,” he turns to me, “that’s gonna be impossible.”

“Not impossible,” I stand in the doorway, amidst the bead curtain, “just really fucking hard.” I stick my tongue out at him, earning an annoyed laugh.

If I’m gonna be spending some time in the 60s I’m gonna need to do some prep, because after that mess there is no way I’m gonna jump back here every night. I go to the hall closet and dig around for my dad’s old suitcase, finding it under a couple of boxes of old magazines from the cafe. I take the thing to my room and begin to pack it with all the essentials. Once I’m satisfied with my haul, I change into some 60s appropriate pants and shirt. 

I dig under my bed and pull out a shoebox-sized metal case. There’s a heavy lock around the clasp. I fiddle with it, putting in the combination, and quickly it opens with a pop. On top is an American passport and ID. The rest of the box is filled with cash, about £500, all printed before 1950. I thumb through it, pulling out a different value notes. Then, I count them out to £150. Taking one of my purses, I put £10 in my wallet, then tuck the rest into my suitcase. 

I take a moment to gather my thoughts, staring at myself in the mirror. This whole situation seems wild. Though I suppose everything about my life is pretty wild. It’s not like I know John. I just know of him. What if he doesn’t even care about some random girl from a bar? What if I’m just gonna be another girl he throws away? What if he’s terrible like the media made him out to be? I push those thoughts out of my head. Everything will be okay, and even if it’s not I have to try.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my pants, I run to the kitchen to kiss my father goodbye. He’s still sat drinking a coffee with the paper. I’m in and out as fast as the wind.

“See you in a couple minutes,” is all he gets before I’ve slammed my bedroom door.

I grab my purse and suitcase and with a flash and a bang, the tiny bedroom is empty.

[eldritchsurveys]

1075.

1 - When was the last time you subscribed to a new service such as Netflix or Spotify? Was it worth the money? >> Hmm... I think the last service I signed up for was Scribd, earlier in the year when they had that pandemic promotion. It ended up being something I use almost daily, so definitely worth it.

2 - What was the last thing you had to eat? Was it a meal or just a snack? >> A chocolate cookie. Just a snack. Been kind of fixated on chocolate lately (which is amusing, considering how often I’ve said I don’t like chocolate. which is still true for milk chocolate and any other variety that is more sugar than cocoa, but I have come to realise that cocoa is the shit).

3 - Would you rather shop in person or online? How come? >> Online is far simpler for things that I already know I want (and don’t mind waiting for while it ships), but for other things it can complicate matters -- clothes shopping online is hell, for example, unless I am already familiar with the particular brand’s sizing and fit.

4 - Who was the last person you spoke to via instant messenger? Do you have a good relationship with this person? >> The last DM I got was from Rook. I’m only recently acquainted with them.

5 - Do you have plans for tomorrow? >> No. I’m going to be bored as hell while waiting for the right time to renew my FFXIV sub.

6 - Do you spend a lot of time with your parents? What are some things you enjoy doing with them? >> ---

7 - Have you ever been bitten or attacked by a cat? What happened? >> I mean, maybe, at some point. I wouldn’t remember.

8 - Have you ever been to see a therapist before? Do you think it helped or made any kind of difference? >> Yes. It did not make a difference for a variety of reasons. I would love to start going in earnest, but... I’m poor and I live in the United States. You know.

9 - What was the last thing that happened that caused you to have a bruise? >> I got a new nightstand and banged one part of my thigh against its corner repeatedly until I got used to its size.

10 - Are there any animals asleep in the same room as you right now? >> No.

11 - What was the last thing you spent less than $10 on? >> A dried-flower bouquet at the farmer’s market, for offering purposes.

12 - What about the last thing you spent more than $10 on? >> A bottle of Bacardi coquito.

13 - Would you freak out if you saw a spider right now? What about a cockroach? >> It would depend on where I saw the spider, like if it popped up into my face out of nowhere -- that’d freak me out. If I happened to glance around the room and spotted one on the wall, though, that wouldn’t freak me out. A cockroach would freak me out no matter what the circumstance.

14 - Do you have any alarms set for tomorrow? >> No.

15 - Are you someone that enjoys cleaning/sorting/housework or does it bore you rigid? >> I love to sort and tidy, and I don’t mind vacuuming although I will procrastinate it sometimes, but "wet” cleaning isn’t fun for me at all.

16 - What can you hear at the moment? >> A MyNoise preset through my headphones.

17 - Mentally, has the pandemic had a positive or negative impact on you overall? What about physically? >> Overall it’s mostly had no impact. There’s been annoyances and small changes (and that month and a half when Sparrow was furloughed was... an adjustment...), but nothing major. My everyday really hasn’t changed all that much? 

18 - What was the last thing you plugged in to charge? >> My laptop.

19 - Do you use anything like air fresheners or scented candles? >> I use incense and the occasional scented candle.

20 - If you have a car, when was the last time you gave it a proper clean inside and out? >> ---

21 - When was the last time you went to work? When will be the next time you go to work? >> ---

22 - What’s your favourite way to spend a day off? >> ---

23 - Does it bother you when people show up to your house without asking? >> That would absolutely bother me and the person would hear about it. Fortunately, this is never an issue.

24 - Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How old were you when you first needed them? >> No.

25 - Is there anything you’re putting off doing right now? How come? >> No.

26 - When was the last time you fell down an internet wormhole? What did you end up reading about or watching? >> I don’t remember.

27 - What was the last thing you looked up on Wikipedia? >> I think that was Romeo & Juliet, by following a link I saw in a tumblr post.

28 - Do you remember what you dreamt about last night? Was it a dream you’ve had before? >> Only a part of it -- I was on a plane or something similar and I was travelling with Idris Elba. For a large portion of the trip he was in the bathroom, and my general understanding was that he had a pill problem and was probably, uh... working off a steroid in there or something. Or jacking off. I don’t know, really. Anyway, he eventually came out of the bathroom and he was tired and sweaty and he sat down and I sat next to him and grabbed his hand and laid my head on his shoulder and was like “wb I missed you” and he said he missed me too. For the record, I don’t bother trying to figure out what my dreams are anymore, on the rare occasion that I remember anything about them at all. I assume a lot of them are just random. And no, I’ve never had this dream before, although I have had dreams featuring Idris before.

29 - Do you read a lot of news sites? >> I don’t read any news sites, usually.

30 - Do you suffer from road rage? What’s one thing other drivers do that really annoys you? >> I don’t drive. If I did, I highly doubt road rage would be a problem for me, since anger isn’t usually my default reaction in a stressful situation.

[bangtan-babe]

i met you in the dark. 03

summary: Jungkook was rich and well dressed. The perfect target. But, everything changed once you decided to steal from him. And you’re beginning to find out he’s not exactly who you think he is.

pairing: jungkook/reader also namjoon/reader

genre: angst/ mystery/ drama/humor

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. 

Chapter 3: Stuck 

They say that your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. And considering that your life was now in the hands of Jeon Jungkook, that seemed highly probable. 

The fear in the pit of your stomach was getting harder to ignore as his grip remained on your wrist. You didn’t want to give in to that feeling, so you tried to force yourself off. It was useless. Jungkook not only grabbed on tighter but also stopped the elevator. 

“What are you doing!” you yelled as panic struck your entire body. You hated being in confined spaces more than anything. 

Jungkook completely ignored your question and instead snatched your bag aggressively. Unable to move, you did the only thing you could. “Help! Can anyone hear me?! Hel-” you screamed, banging on the elevator door. 

Suddenly, his hands were over your mouth and he pushed you against the wall. His body remained on top of yours.

“Give me my stuff and I’ll let you go,” he demanded as he pushed his entire weight forward. 

You tried to speak, but instead, a mumbled and incoherent sentence came out. 

His grip loosened, as he uncovered your mouth reluctantly. You felt that this was the perfect opportunity to push him away. 

“I don’t have your stuff!!” you screamed as you pushed him to the other side of the elevator. 

There was an eerie expression on his face now. “Don’t play dumb. I know it was you,” he bellowed moving closer. You looked around frantically trying to distance yourself, but there was nowhere else to go.  

You let out a scream in frustration and turned to him. “I. Don't. Have. Anything,” you uttered, stressing each word.

Well, I know you have it-” he stated. 

For a split second your expression matched your confusion. “Your tattoo” he added, pointing to your wrist. Your eyes matched his gaze and you instantly froze. 

“You know nothing,” you claimed coldly. A few moments of silence followed your statement. 

Then before you could even blink, he stormed over and gripped your neck. As each second passed by, his hold got tighter and tighter, to the point where the pressure felt like a truck had rammed against your throat. You hit his arm repeatedly as you barely managed to croak out, “Okay....Okay.”

When he heard those words come out of your mouth, Jungkook let go. The fact that his demeanor changed instantaneously scared you the most. You collapsed to the ground holding your neck in agony, completely bewildered that he would almost kill you over a watch and wallet.

 So you were saying,” he spoke squatting down to your level and looking completely unfazed. 

“I...I..” you stuttered unsure of what to say. You were worried that if you said his stuff was gone, Jungkook would hurt you even more. You needed to buy some time. 

“They’re at my house,” you blurted quickly. As those words came out of your mouth, there was an evident feeling of distrust on his face. He didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity. 

Then, all of a sudden he got up and clicked the elevator button again. It started moving. “Lead the way,” Jungkook stated, positioning himself towards the back. His presence made your stomach turn and a knot form in your throat.

When the elevator to the lobby opened, there were two female employees waiting in the front. Their eyes widened in shock. At first, you were filled with excitement hoping that they sensed something was wrong. However, that expectation fell short when you saw them greet him. 

You were partly confused but also terrified that Jungkook was someone powerful. In a panic, you moved across the lobby quickly. As you got closer to the front, you heard his footsteps get louder behind you. 

“Don’t do anything smart,” he warned as he got close enough to grab your arm. You looked back slightly and shook his hand off. 

Before you even had a chance to respond, you heard someone calling out your name. When you turned around, you saw it was Namjoon. He was running towards you with a piece of paper in his hand. Your eyes widened in disbelief. 

“I forgot to give you the contract,” he explained with a small smile that revealed two prominent dimples. A rush of emotions swept across your body as you saw him standing in front of you. This was your one chance.

“Oh...Jungkook you know Y/N?” Namjoon interjected noticing Jungkook standing next to you. 

Your eyes turned bloodshot. As did Jungkook’s. “You two know each other?” you questioned trying to piece together what was going on. 

Namjoon nodded his head, while Jungkook remained stoic as he looked straight ahead. “He’s the bodyguard for the president of the hotel,” Namjoon explained noticing Jungkook wasn’t saying anything. 

You nearly collapsed. “W-hat?..Him?...” you stuttered. 

Namjoon eyed you weirdly. “Yes...how do you two know each other?” he asked. 

“We don’t!” you blurted too quickly, which led to a confused expression from him.

“Okay...well anyways, look over the contract and bring it to me during orientation,” he noted. 

Your eyes widened. “No!...I mean...it’s okay, I’ll just sign the contract now,” you explained hoping this would be a way you could escape Jungkook. Namjoon looked surprised when you said that but agreed regardless. 

Namjoon started making his way to where the table and couches were when Jungkook suddenly pulled your arm. This was beginning to become a constant thing with him. 

“Don’t force me to make a scene right now,” you warned. He looked you in the eyes and said nothing. 

You turned on your heels and walked over to Namjoon. As you stood by the edge of the couch, you looked back to see if Jungkook was behind you. He wasn’t. He was now waiting outside. 

“Listen... I don’t have a lot of time, so I need you to do something for me,” you frantically pleaded, pretending to look through the contract. 

“Huh?...”Namjoon questioned perplexed. 

“I need those items back. The watch and wallet,” you explained. 

“What? You need them back now?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you stated abruptly. 

“Why?” 

“What do you mean why? I just need them back,” you responded slightly annoyed. 

“I can’t just give them back to you, that’s not how it works,” Namjoon concurred, clearly not realizing the extremity of the situation. 

You rolled your hands into a fist and crumpled the paper slightly. “I know. But this is important to me. I wouldn’t be standing in front of you like an idiot...risking my job...if it wasn’t,” you ranted raising your voice. 

“Y/N...” he spoke softly, making you almost feel guilty just by the way he said your name.

You looked back to see if Jungkook was still outside. He was, but now he was also staring at you. You quickly turned around and signed the contract. 

“Forget it,” you sighed as you gave it to him. 

He looked at the paper in his hands for a few seconds and then back at you. “I’m sorry. I would, but I just can’t,” he apologized looking down at the floor. 

“Whatever,” you whispered under your breath. 

You walked out of the hotel and stood by the entrance. For some reason, you were unable to move any further. 

“Let’s go,” Jungkook ordered. But you physically couldn’t. 

Then, when he spoke a second time, it hit you. You realized that whatever it was that Jungkook needed, he was desperate enough to choke you to get it. But, he choked you to scare you, not hurt you. You’re the only one that has what he wants.

With this realization, you let out a coy smile and turned slowly towards him. 

[seven-oomen]

Okay, so first off, Happy Birthday to your cat!  I hope he got lots of his favorite treats.  Glad to hear that today went as well as can be hoped for you.  And overall today wasn’t too bad here.  We got several big truck deliveries, but when I deal with those I tend to deal less with customers, so it sort of balances itself out.  We’ve been told that we’ll be closing early all week because of the protests, so that’s been ramping the anxiety, but the internet has provided a number of pleasant distractions on my breaks.

Secondly, I would pick Noah for the one that has the second set of twins, for mainly two random reasons; 1) because last time it went Chris, then Noah, so it feels like it should do the same this time, and Chris already had Ben, 2) because it keeps the number of kids per family more balanced- 4 & 3 rather than 2 & 5.  Idk, my brain just gets weird about symmetry and balance in things and I’ve never figured out if it’s an ADD related thing or just a me thing.  Also, the idea of him trying to do his job while pregnant, with Chris and ESPECIALLY Peter trying to be super protective at the same time is just amusing to me.

And actually, thinking about that and the preview for the next chapter made me think of a couple things that didn’t make it into my reviews.  When/how/from whom did Chris learn about the fire? Did Gerard or Kate tell him in a gloating sort of way and kind of tip him off that something was hinky about it, or was it through other hunter contacts, so the thought of outside involvement came later?  

Was he still pregnant with Ben, or was it later on?  Did he contact anyone in Beacon Hills about it for further info at any point before he showed back up in town?  Because I was trying to think about some of the things that could turn up later for angst (why I was doing that to myself is anyone’s guess, but here we are…) and it occurred to me that if Noah was going to have any lingering upset over Chris leaving it would most likely (to me) be from the time right after the fire.  

He’s just lost Claudia, and went off the rails from it, but at least he had Peter, and Laura, and the other Hales.  Now Peter is in a coma, Laura’s left town, and the rest of his adopted/found family is dead.  He has no idea where Chris is, or if he’s safe from whoever did this (does he know about what happened between Chris and Peter before Chris left again?, and he’s dealing a set of even more heavily traumatized twins right now.  I feel like even the most understanding person is gonna have some stuff to work through there.  (Also, Jesus, poor Melissa [possibly for multiple reasons])

Uhhh…sorry to send things into a drama tailspin there for a moment.  Allow me to try and brighten things back up with the original impetus for me to make this a submission and not an ask; because you mentioned X-Men Halloween costumes and I have Thoughts.  *takes super deep breath*  Because omg, yes, so very many options.  

Side note - I would be so happy if someone dressed as Nightcrawler.  He is my precious fuzzy elfin bb, and I love him to bits and get so tired of him getting left out of things (looking at you Funko.)  I feel like Stiles or Peter have the best attitude match (maybe, MAYBE Jackson), but don’t know if anyone would want to deal with the amount of makeup involved.  But, anyway, just, the possibilities.  

Stiles telling Malia she can’t just take the easy way out by going as Wolfsbane, so she takes one of her old white A New Hope Leia dresses and cuts it down into an old school Mystique costume. 

 Peter pulling rank and telling Derek he’s the Alpha so he gets to be Wolverine (this even works better height-wise [I didn’t realize you didn’t know their approximate heights.  I’d looked them up before for…reasons.  Having seen them standing next to each other repeatedly, I’m pretty sure any actual height advantage Ian has comes strictly from his hair], although when Stiles points this out he earns himself a hell of a glare.)  

Naturally that means Chris has to be Cyclops, because, well, calm and serious.  Noah realizes this means they expect him to be Jean Grey.  (N: “Why can’t I ever be a character that wears normal pants?!” C: “Well I have to be the boring one all the time” P: “I mean, you are the closest to a telepath of the three of us.  Don’t you want us mock fighting over you?” N: “…if we do this I get my pick of the Phoenix costumes.”)  

Stiles and Noah trying to fight over getting to be Gambit so they can do exploding playing cards, but getting told they can’t be Gambit unless they can do the accent correctly (Gambit isn’t Gambit if he’s not Cajun, that’s just how it is, I don’t make the rules.)  While part of me thinks it’d be funny to see Jackson as Nightcrawler because of the tail thing, I think Stiles would be more entertaining.  

He’d make little smoke bomb things to fake the sulfur and brimstone effect of his teleporting.  All the family members with enhanced senses would HATE him because they STANK something fierce, and it LINGERED.  But anytime one of them tried to tackle him to get them away, he’d yell “BAMF!” throw on to the floor and run like hell.  

Jackson would be Iceman so he could make it a crossover costume with the character from Top Gun so he could wear aviators and a leather bomber with his outfit.  Allison could dress like Shadowcat from the early Excalibur run, and she could see if Ben would dress up as Lockheed with her (because that would be adorable).  

Derek would decide that if he can’t be Wolverine and glare angrily at people the whole time, he’ll be Colossus so he can just stare with silent disappointment the whole time.  Scott would decide he wants to be Cable (because “…he just looks so cool…”), so Melissa and Chris would dig through their old hunter gear to help him make his costume.  

Melissa could be Jubilee, and rig up little flash bangs to fake the plasma bursts (unlike Noah she has absolutely no qualms about proving that she can still rock a pair of short shorts.)  Lydia would either be Rogue to show off that SHE at least can manage a believable accent, or Emma Frost for the looks that costume would gain her from Allison.  

Alternatively; both sets of twins argue over who gets to be Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, so they decide that one pair will do the classic comic version, and one will do either the Evolution cartoon version or the MCU version (though they are allowed to switch out the Quicksilver for the other film version if they choose).  

Lydia claims Mystique instead (it’s tempting to make her Banshee, but that seems a bit TOO on the nose), or maybe one of the other Phoenix looks (when I say Phoenix looks I mean Jean’s Phoenix or Dark Phoenix suit from the comics, because I LOVE that outfit), and Ben dresses as Beast (because that would also be adorable).  *finally stops to take another breath*  …umm…so anyway, yeah, as a perennial X-men fan I think it’s safe to say I love this idea, and am so grateful for you putting it in my head…  …sorry about the wall of text, I may have got a little carried away…  …again…

I loved every single sentence of this wall of text, so never apologize. (Although I did break it up a little before posting because that makes it easier to read for other people.

I think all of my ideas for the middle of this fic where either based on questions you, or @artemisa97​ asked me in reviews. So honestly, keep them coming if you want to ask them. They help me determine where the problem areas are, what kind of kinks I need to work out, so honestly, even the sad ones are a great help.

And yeah, I hadn’t looked up their heights yet, I just assumed Peter and Chris were a bit bigger than Noah, but I was delightfully wrong!

I do have one more gem to share, a height comparison of some of the boys and to show you just how tiny Ben is compared to the others.

Blue - Noah (182 cm / 6 ft)

Purple - Chris (177 cm / 5′10)

Red - Peter (178 cm / 5′10)

Yellow - Derek (183 cm / 6 ft)

Green - Ben (111 cm / 3′8)

Turquoise - Jackson (170 cm / 5′7)

Ben’s height is about average for someone between the age of 5 & 6, Jackson’s height is a little on the short side, but I’d imagine that he’d still grow a little until he’s like 20 and end up being around 175/176 cm.

I’d imagine Stiles to be a little taller around 172 cm, Allison is a little shorter at 165 cm and Malia is around 168 cm. (They will all still grow a bit, averaging between 173 (Allison) and 178 (Stiles) )

And the one thing I will say about whether or not Noah gets the twins, without getting too spoilery, or maybe it is, I’m sorry if it is but I can’t help not share.

Is that eventually both Noah and Chris have the same amount of kids from Peter. And one of them has twins. I’m still debating on names, in the deleted scene I named them Mikhail and Adeline, I currently have different names picked out. 

And I think the balance thing is ADD related, because I had the same issue with planning the story XD. So yeah, Peter gets to have a lot of kids, and adopt a lot more into the pack, because Season 2 is kinda canon in this universe, in the sense that Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are still turned. Kira comes along, and of course Lydia. Considering what I have planned for Danny and Mack, I might add them to the pack as well.

And omg I LIVE for those X-men costume ideas <3 Omg. I love it. Considering Stiles’ abilities he would definitely be Nightcrawler and would probably use a quick spell or two to get the makeup in place. (A druid invented this fantastic spell to always get eyeliner on fucking point and shared it in their spellbook. Spoiler alert; said druid was Noah in his teenage punk years. Turns out, it works for other makeup too.)

And I’m in fucking love with all of these ideas actually, I can’t really say which I like more.

[barefoot-joker]

Yandere!Jeremiah Valeska X Reader One Shot Pt. 2

Alrighty this is a second part to this lil oneshot: Yandere!Jeremiah Valeska X Reader. After seeing the reception I knew I had to make a part 2 and well here it is! I apologize if it is terrible but bear with me! As always feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading! Enjoy Part 2! Oh and expect a part 3-I wouldn’t leave you guys with a cliffhanger!

https://barefoot-joker.tumblr.com/post/182328341418/yanderejeremiah-valeska-x-reader-one-shot

https://barefoot-joker.tumblr.com/post/182862984808/yanderejeremiah-valeska-x-reader-one-shot-pt-3

https://barefoot-joker.tumblr.com/post/183226748438/yanderejeremiah-valeska-x-reader-one-shot-pt-4

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Beep.    Beep.        Beep.            

            Shiver. I trembled as a cold draft came in through my bedroom window, it causing me to pull the blankets tighter around my frame. Even if there was little to no snow on the ground it was definitely a cold day in Gotham, my body taking a toll from it. Jeremiah and Ecco must have noticed at lunch for they had been walking in every half hour to check and make sure my machines were working or that I hadn't fallen over dead. Shivering beneath my blankets I curled up my body to create warmth, my eyes closing as I tried to fall asleep as recommended by Ecco.

Just as I began to fall into a peaceful rest I heard my door open and light footsteps walk towards me, slight pressure being applied to the mattress a few moments later. Suddenly I felt fingers lightly push my bangs out of my eyes, I leaning into the person's touch and smiling. Jeremiah always used to do that whenever we were together, it always bringing a grin to my face. Reaching a hand up I gently caressed the person's hand, their fingers wrapping around and clasping my palm. Fluttering my eyes open I saw a pale face and icy blue eyes, them belonging to the changed Jeremiah. "Did I wake you, my dear?" "N-no. Did you n-need something?" "I just came to check on you is all before I had to go. I should be back in a few hours. If you need anything just call on Ecco." I gave a slow nod before my eyes shut again and sleep overtook my body.

Screaming. Running. Fear. I could feel my heart race as I stared at Jeremiah, him coughing and spluttering as lilac smoke swam about us. I could only stare in horror as he fell into an open grave and his body began to deteriorate. Putting my mind to running I did but froze when a body flew up into the air, red silky fabric wrapping around it only to pull away and reveal the new Jeremiah. With widened eyes I watched as he fell in front of me, him standing and staring at me with his icy gaze. His chest began to rumble as maniacal laughter spewed from his red lips, I clutching at my ears and rocking side to side screaming. Suddenly he grabbed my neck and lifted me towards him, a grin stretched wide across his lips. "Your mine, Y/n!"

I jolted awake when I felt somebody lift me up, my heart racing. Quickly glancing around me I realized Ecco was holding me bridal style and taking me downstairs. "E-Ecco? W-what's going o-on?" "Jeremiah called. The GCPD got a hint as to our location and are on their way. We're going to meet him at a new location."

I didn't offer a reply as I still swam with sleep and my head wrapped around the idea of being reunited with Bruce once more. Hurrying out to a car, Ecco placed me in the passenger's seat and buckled the seat belt before getting into the driver's seat and pulled out. I clutched the blanket around my shoulders and watched as scenery rushed on by, my eyes catching sight of blue and red flashing lights. Oh how I wanted to open the door and rush out, to be with Bruce again, to open the window and scream but the idea of sleep was greater as it weighed down my mind and eyes. I felt my eyelids flutter open and closed as the car rocked back and forth from the wind, the movement lulling me into sleep.

When I awoke once more I was startled by my new surroundings. Grey cement walls trapped me with no windows, the only light coming from the hanging light bulbs in the ceiling. Beeping overtook my hearing and I knew I had been hooked back up to my dreaded machines. Groaning I fell back onto the mattress, my head still swimming. "I wouldn't throw yourself around like that, dearest. The stitches are still fresh." I gasped and pulled myself into a ball, my back against the wall. My eyes widened upon seeing Jeremiah seated in a chair next to my bed, his legs crossed and his hands on his knee. His blue eyes watched me, calculating, and for a second I thought I saw them flash back to their original brown. Rubbing my eyes I looked back at Jeremiah, him still in the form of the monster that supposedly loved me. "You must still be drowsy from the sleeping drugs I put in your IV before I left." "M-Miah-" I stopped myself. Why did I just use his nickname? Looking up at him I saw he had a small smirk play with the corner of his lips, a sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, love?" "W-where are w-we exactl-ly? It s-seems so familiar-r." He chuckled and stood from his perch, only to offer a gloved hand to me. "Care to go for a stroll, milady?"

I slowly lifted my hand but hesitated, Jeremiah swooping in to catch it and pull me forwards. Steadying me, the clown held out his arm for me to hold onto before we walked out of the small room, endless hallways confusing me. Taking a left all was silent between the two of us, save for Jeremiah's footfalls against the hard floor. Glancing over at him I felt so under dressed as he was in full business suit (even if it was in his own style) and I in a long sleeved shirt, jogger sweatpants and fuzzy socks with my medical equipment as accessories. "Does this place look familiar now, dear?" My eyes widened when it hit me. We were in a bunker.

{Flashback} "I don't know about this, Jeremiah." "Oh come on, Y/n. It'll be fine. Besides it's a lot safer down here than up there." I nervously bit my lip but followed him anyway, jumping when the door slammed shut behind us. "Why exactly did you build this?" "To protect me from my brother. The man is insane, no way to help him." I nodded. After a couple more meetings and saving Jeremiah a few more times I was shocked to find he had a twin brother, the one who repeatedly tried to kill Bruce. Glancing around as we walked I noticed the walls were just pure cement as well as the floor, both variations of the color grey. I didn't even know where we were in this maze until the ginger opened a door and allowed me to go in. Multiple monitors showed different parts of the bunker on a wall as a desk took up the middle with lots of paperwork stacked on top. "This is my office." "When you said you lived somewhere interesting I didn't imagine this." I spun around the room amazed and Jeremiah just chuckled. "I can't believe you built all of this. This is amazing, Miah!" He smiled and came towards me, I turning to face him and blushing upon realizing how close our faces were. {End Flashback}

"Y-you built a second o-one?" "Of course. As an engineer you know things can go wrong so it's nice to have a backup." We continued to walk through the halls, memories of visiting Jeremiah in the old bunker coming back to me. Most of them were good such as helping him with his plans or fixing one of his machines but one particular memory left me shivering in his grip.

{Flashback} I smiled as I walked up to Jeremiah's bunker, a metal cake pan in my hands. I had noticed that the ginger seemed very stressed out so I thought some baked goods would help. Walking up to the door I knocked and waited for it to click open. As soon as it did I reached for the handle but was pulled in by my shirt, the door slamming shut behind me. "J-Jeremiah?" "Oh thank God you're alright, Y/n!" I nearly dropped my pan as he hugged me tight, my lungs almost failing. "O-of course I'm a-alright. Why w-wouldn't I-I be?" Suddenly Jeremiah's grip tightened even more, making me feel as if he was a boa constrictor and I his prey. "Commissioner Gordon came by looking for you. There was no way I was letting him get to you." "Jim? Why would you worry about him? He's a good friend of mine." "I don't trust that man. What if he hurt you?" I was starting to get angry. Raising my voice I replied, "Jim has been a family friend for as long as I can remember. If he were to hurt me he would have done it a long time ago." "No, no, no. Some people wait to have you gain trust and then their good facade comes crashing down!" "He's not evil, Jeremiah! What is your problem today? Is the stress really getting to your head?!" "Don't. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me. Young Lady." I was shocked. Never had Jeremiah ever spoken to me like that before. Stepping back, I glared down at my cake pan as I tried my hardest not to cry. Jeremiah must have noticed my mood change as he sighed and grabbed my shoulders gently. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm just worried about you is all." I sniffled. "Can I get one of your famous smiles?" Looking up at him his face was almost pleading with me so I gave him what he wanted. {End Flashback}

I knew I should have taken that as a warning sign for how Jeremiah would become but at the time I thought it was just stress. Since that moment we had a few more episodes, all of them dealing with me hanging out with others that weren't him. Out of fear for myself and others I stopped visiting Jeremiah, denied his calls and texts and avoided him in the streets. As my head danced with thought I began to notice my labored breathing, my chest tightening and making it hard to take in air. Stopping mid-walk I began to huff and puff, Jeremiah stopping as well and looking at me. "Y/n, are you alright?" I began to feel light-headed and suddenly felt my body fall, my captor's arms holding me tightly. My vision began to get blurry as the beeping around me started to slow and Jeremiah's voice reached my ears. "Y/n! Y/N! ECCO, COME QUICK! I NEED HELP!" And before I closed my eyes for what felt like the fiftieth time that day I thought I saw my old Jeremiah before me...                              

                                 But that was most likely my heart hoping.  

[apex-academy]

Chapter 3: Down Down Down and the Flames Went Higher (#28)

“What the hell?!”

I stand frozen for several seconds before my brain catches up with my eyes. Okay! Fire! BAD.

I have no idea where the closest extinguisher is. I try the stairwell. Nothing there. What moron designed this building? Did they not put extinguishers in the same place on every floor?

By the time I find one in the music room, shouting and wails have broken out in the hallway. Guess the concert’s over.

If I try to read the directions while I’m running, I’ll just slam into something, so I get the running out of the way first. Looks like the audience has assembled out here.

“What happened?! Is anyone in there?!”

“Don’t ask me!”

I try to push my way through.

“Move!”

A path starts to clear, but the fire’s still confined to the coffee shop. Won’t stay that way forever. My gaze falls to the extinguisher label, but then Tamiko comes crashing through.

“What in tarnation is—”

She makes it to the front.

“OH DEAR LORD—!”

“That’s...!”

I look up to see what's gotten their attention and immediately regret it.

Arthur pounds on the glass screaming before the smoke makes him too hard to see.

“...”

“¿...Quien...?”

“ARTHUR OH CHRIST—!”

“What?! I thought he was backstage?!”

“Quit yappin’ and get ‘im outta there!”

She hurries towards the far end of the room where Arthur was. Mahavir lunges for the door, hand outstretched.

“Th-the handle’s gonna be hot!”

“Well, the glass ain’t gonna be cold!”

“Then what do you suggest I do?!”

“Something!”

Before any more bright ideas spring up, a sharp snap shoots through the hall.

“What was—”

“The glass!”

“It’s cracking—!”

“MOVE IT!”

Kanagi grabs Kaichi’s elbow and hauls him towards the left wing. The rest of us flee the other way and make it to the auditorium wall before a terrible crash sends tremors up my legs. 

It suddenly seems a lot hotter.

I pull the extinguisher pin and run back over. Supposed to aim at the base of the fire. Gonna spray the man on fire first. Once I can find him.

“Arthur!”

I’m not sure how he’s still standing, but it takes Tamiko’s help to get him over the remaining bottom wall of the coffee shop. Keeping out of the way, I get to spraying. Glass crunches underfoot. Sweat has already plastered my bangs to my face, and enough smoke has gotten out to scrape my throat.

Where’s the base of the fire, anyway? The floor? Counters? Tables? Multiple levels are on fire, dammit!

The others are still talking behind me. There’s some kind of popping wheezing that may be Arthur trying to speak. I don’t know. Doesn’t sound good. Maybe he’s gesturing, too.

“What? Did he leave something behind?”

“Is... Maybe someone...”

“Is someone else in there?!”

I freeze, the extinguisher stream sputtering out as I turn towards them.

Arthur nods.

“Oh hell.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mahavir turns on his heel and charges into the room.

“AT LEAST LET ME PUT OUT THE FIRE FIRST—!”

Swearing repeatedly, I try to point the nozzle in the general direction he ran off into. Can’t see much. Fire’s too bright, smoke’s too dark. My eyes are burning, and the smell threatens to turn my coughing into gagging. If it’s this hot on this side, how is Mahavir going to... 

“...” I’m getting light-headed...

The flames nearly explode when I hit a spot on the counter, so I quickly aim elsewhere. I can’t see Mahavir. The frothy foam isn’t making the smell any more tolerable. I can’t see Mahavir.

“We gotta get outta here.”

“Somewhere we can breathe.”

I can’t disagree.

“I’ll at least empty this first.”

I squint and try to get a gauge on how much I’ve put out, but all I see is a lumbering silhouette in the smoke.

Mahavir staggers over the wall. He can’t clear the sea of glass shards before collapsing onto all fours. Something slides off his back and thuds onto the carpet next to him. 

A cheerful jingle plays overhead.

“Um, hello? Hello!! This is the prerecorded message to make sure everyone knows a body has been found!!”

Gasping, I wave away what smoke I can and try to approach.

“...”

Is he... really...?

“No...”

I give myself a second to cough before aiming the fire extinguisher at the coffee shop again. I think the fire’s almost gone. Can’t freaking tell. I need air.

The stream sputters out. I drop the empty extinguisher and flee for the left wing door. Closest place to get away from the smoke without falling down stairs. 

I’m not the first one over here. My head’s still spinning too much to try to do a roll call, so I’ll just hope for the best.

Hard to do that with a burned-up Arthur lying on the floor.

“Is he... still breathing?”

Tamiko’s struggling for breath, and I don’t know how much of it is from the fire.

“I can’t tell.”

Before we can try to say anything else, Kanagi ducks into the hallway just long enough to let a little smoke through.

“I'm taking Iggy to his room! Think he’s got some bandages in there!”

“He ‘kay?”

“Looks bad, but he's, like, walking. BRB.”

She backs into the main hall, the door slamming shut behind her.

“We already call ‘n ambulance?”

“We can’t! They can’t reach us!”

“.......Shit.”

Tamiko kneels at Arthur’s side, her chin hovering not too far above his.

“He—He definitely ain’t breathin’! What do I do?!”

“I don’t know! CPR?!”

“Y-yea! Right!”

Shaking, she crosses her palms on top of Arthur’s chest. Before she can start compressions, Kaichi throws an arm out in front of her.

“Whoawhoa, ‘s too low! You’ll break the thing!”

“The what?!”

“How about you just do it, Kaichi?”

“I—I can try?”

“Look, ‘f we can’t get ‘n ambulance...”

“I don’t care! Do it!”

Kaichi falls silent but shuffles over to give it a shot, anyway. But he’s right. We don’t have any real medical supplies, and when he’s burned this badly... Arthur’s done for. Even if Kokoro were here, I don’t think she could save him now.

“......”

Certainly nothing I can do. I’ve gotten a few clear breaths in, so I probably ought to check on the coffee shop. The bathrooms are close, so I could dump water on it if the fire’s still going.

When I finally step out, just about everyone else is assembled in the hallway. The fire’s out. Don’t know if they helped with that or not. Don’t care at this point.

Aki is the first to turn to me as I enter.

“Is he...?”

“Right now? I don’t know. We haven’t gotten another announcement.”

“And you said it was the heavy-laden one?”

“A fine lady and a fine listener.”

“Is Otoya coming back...?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll go look for him...”

She hobbles towards the stairwell. I’m guessing Otoya took one look at the carnage and left. Fair enough. It’s probably still not safe to be here.

I don’t think Yuki even has to go downstairs, because she's back in less than a minute.

“Found him.”

“Why d-do I need to be here what did you guys do?”

“We need everyone we have to investigate.”

“There aren’t many of us left to do it.”

We lapse into a silence broken only by coughing and the occasional clink of shifting glass. Still no announcement.

“You said they were over there, Aki...?” She tilts her head towards the other hallway.

“Yeah.”

“...”

Yuki steps that way, glass pieces crunching as she goes. We follow.

In the other hall, Tamiko is burying her face in her hands as Kaichi keeps up CPR. Only when a few of us step through the doorway does the four-note jingle play. 

“Um, hello? Hello!! This is the prerecorded message to make sure everyone knows a body has been found!!”

Kaichi’s arms fall to his sides, and he thuds back against the wall.

“...................”

“Wh-what th-the heck...”

At some point I must have sunk to my knees. I don’t know how long this all took, but it feels like it’s been hours. My arms are throbbing, and my eyes sting. It’s hard not to give up and go to sleep right now.

Tamiko’s voice is barely audible.

“Who..... did this...?”

“...”

“...”

“...Only one way to find out.”

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Shattered (Chapter 3)

Smutty Ayahina College AU

Summary: Hinami tries to deal with her sorrows through seeking Ayato out. Ayato can never turn away the girl he loves far more than he should. Two people with unrequited feelings, dealing with them in very different ways. Human AU. (10.2k words)

Warning: This fic contains unhealthy copic mechanisms, heavy sexual content, and plenty of problematic/ dubious things which I absolutely do not condone at all. This is a work of fiction that takes on a more mature, physical take on Ayahina’s relationship as opposed to the typical conventional one. Please feel free not to read this fic if it’s not your cup of tea! 

A/N: Touken’s introduction! Touka and Kaneki are very important characters in this fic and they will begin to play a huge role from here onwards in helping Ayato and Hinami’s relationship develop as well. This is the longest chapter in the fic. I contemplated cutting this into two, but it will be awkward because everything flows together and I want everything to be laid out at once. I wanna really thank my mutuals for always reading the excerpts I send them and commenting on them. I feel so insecure about this fic all the time and it’s so good to receive support. And all of you who read it and leave comments make me very happy as well!  Please do reblog this and feel free to leave some comments!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4

Preview: 

“Aya...to?” Touka’s voice is soft, faltering as the name slides off her lips. She pushes past Hinami roughly, a surprising turn to the gentle impression Hinami had of her, and rushes towards him. Hinami sees his body stiffen, shivering as he took a step back.

“Sis…” he murmured.

“Where… the fuck have you been?” Touka cries out, reaching forward to grab him by his collar. “I’ve been so worried. You don’t answer my calls or reply my messages. I know you received them-- you fucking have your receipts on. You don’t even come back to visit.”

Ayato grits his teeth, his brows furrowing, as he tries to push her off him. “Let me go, you stupid sister!”

“I’m not letting you go!” Touka yells back. “You’re coming home. Right now.”

“I don’t want to. That’s not my home!”

Hinami feels the impact of his words even though they’re not directed at her. Ayato is never mean and rough with her, but right now, he looks like he’s on the verge of slamming his sister into the wall beside them. But his sister stiffens at his words, her grip on him loosening as her hands fall to her side. Hinami sees a small tremble pass through her.

“What… do you mean it’s not your home? It’s always--”

“It’s never been my home, not ever since Mom died!” Ayato hisses. “Dad didn’t give two fucks about me after that anyway!”

“No… No, Father--”

“Shut up,” Ayato snaps instead, cutting into her words. “You chose this, Touka. You chose him over me.”

“Why does there even have to be a choice?” Touka almost screams. “You’re my brother, he’s my husband!”

“You broke our promise!”

“We need to move on. We can’t keep holding on to our past!” Hinami hears the tears in Touka’s voice even if she’s not watching her cry. She tries to get Ayato’s attention. His sister is pregnant. It isn’t good to worry her too much. But Ayato doesn’t seem to notice and he continues staring at her with that haughty, hateful look that Hinami’s never even seen on his face before.

“Move on without me then,” Ayato scoffs.

“Why are you like this?” Touka murmurs. “Why are you being so difficult? You’re not a kid anymore.”

“I know. So leave me the fuck alone,” Ayato snarls. He turns around but Touka reaches for him again, grabbing his arm.

“What are you doing now? Where are you? Are you still in school?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t drop out or anything… Work hard…”

“I know that.”

“What about money?”

“I’ll manage… I’ve been managing.”

“Come home. I have all the money you need,” Touka whispers.

“I don’t need your money. I don’t need his money,” Ayato hisses back, prying his sister’s hands off him.

Hinami watches the scene partly in awe and partly in worry. She doesn’t understand how two siblings can be so estranged. They’re siblings-- they have the same blood, they grew up together and they’re family. How can they be so far apart right now?

Stop it, Ayato. It’s cruel. This is too cruel. She’s pregnant-- don’t be too rough with her; don’t stress her out.

“I’m not letting you go again!” Touka cries out again, fingers digging into Ayato’s arms even more. Hinami sees the flash in his eyes and she’s rushing at him even before she can think. Time seems to slow down and everything she sees, she sees in slow motion. But even she moves in that speed and Ayato pushes Touka off him before she can reach them. Hinami’s left agasp as Touka stumbles back, the wave of horror that washes over her clearly evident on her face. She falls to the ground and her hand immediately flies to her tummy, eyes wide and almost tearing. Hinami hears a choked gasp from behind her, but she really can’t care too much about it, her attention entirely on Touka right now.

Her fingers grip the cup she’s holding tighter, bringing it closer to her mouth. Despite the cover over it, the scent of her latte wafts out from the small hole on it. She pulls back immediately after feeling the heat radiating out of it though; It’s too hot to drink, even if the weather is cold enough to have her shivering under multiple layers.

Hinami looks into the store again. Despite the crowd, it’s easy for her to locate him. He’s standing at the corner, holding a couple of cans and packages. He doesn’t seem to even bother about hiding his annoyance. With narrowed eyes and a blatant scowl, he taps his feet repeatedly as he burns holes into the heads of those in the queue with his eyes.

Hinami giggles a little. He had asked her to come along with him, but the sight of the crowd in the store changed her mind and she had opted to stand outside instead. It’s cold, but Hinami doesn’t really mind it. She loves the winter. She watches the flakes fall lazily from the sky, reaching her hand out at them once even. She sees people walking to and fro, most of them clinging onto each other, huddling for warmth and comfort. Everyone seems happy and it makes her happy being able to watch them as well. It probably has something to do with the fact that Christmas is coming soon anyway. The spirit is starting to awaken.

Hinami wonders how she’s going to spend her Christmas that year. She wonders if Ayato might want to do something. It’s a thing to spend Christmas together with a special someone, but are they even at that stage? She’s had so much fantasies of spending Christmas with him before, mostly the wishful dreams of a young maiden in love. Everything about her dreams seems mystical-- the typical romantic cliches one can easily find in every other romance novel they pick out from the library. She knows she can’t expect any of those things from Ayato. He’s more likely to order pizza for a movie date rather than take her out to eat shortcakes.

She brings the cup to her mouth and takes a sip. It’s still hot, but it’s cold enough for her to drink it without burning her tongue. Her eyes move over to Ayato again. Expecting him to still be focused on the never-moving queue, Hinami jolts a little at the surprise when her eyes meet his. He’s watching… Her cheeks heat up a little as she meets his gaze, her lips spreading into a smile. Their eyes remain locked on each other and despite the slightly tinted glass between them, his eyes shine as bright as ever, gleaming a little mischievously as a smirk tugs on his lips.

“Hinami?”

She blinks, whipping her head to the source of the voice, tearing her eyes away from Ayato. A short distance down, right outside the next store, she sees him.

He looks at her, eyes widening at the sight before a smile starts to form on his lips. Hinami’s heart races and she hears a soft whimper slip out of her mouth as he starts to head towards her. For a moment, all she sees is his pair of beautiful ashen eyes, peeking out under his snowy bangs. His slightly plump lips part as he says her name, a small cloud of his breath gushing out of his mouth.

She stands in a daze, before she notices something else. In his arms, she sees a girl, probably around the age of two or three. Almost a splitting image of him, the girl has his eyes and face-- that little pointed nose, the same fleshy lips.

“Hinami, it’s you, isn’t it?” he says with an happy smile. “It’s been so long! Are you doing well?”

She smiles back, doing the one thing she can ever do around him. “I’m fine, Big Brother. How have you been?” Her mouth itches to ask about that girl in his hands and the beautiful woman she had seen a long time ago.

“I’ve been doing well,” he says. His head turns to the mini-him, a brighter smile blooming on his face. “I don’t think you’ve met this one here. This is Ichika.”

“Ichika?”

“Yeah! My daughter! Pretty name, right? I picked it. My wife’s Japanese is pretty useless so I had to come up with it myself,” Kaneki laughs, but Hinami wants to scowl. How cruel is it to be the only one picking a name? Hinami would never do that him. Japanese is one of her better subjects-- she’d be able to help him.

Wife… Wife… Her mind chants the word repeatedly. She had already known they were married, but here he is, admitting it outright to her. She’s breaking again. She’s right back at that spot, watching him with the woman again, ears ringing with his words from then again and falling apart again.

“Ken!”

Another voice sounds out again, yelling his name out and Hinami chokes. She’s could never bring herself to ever say his name, but right now, it’s being hurled at her. Kaneki Ken. Kaneki Ken… She takes a deep breath, and then another, hands tightening around the paper cup in her hands.

He turns around at the sound of the voice and while watching his profile, she sees his smile get wider and brighter than ever. Standing a short distance away is a young woman, with fluffy light blue hair falling to shield half of her face, walking over to them with a slight scowl and puffed out cheeks. Hinami’s eyes scans her entire frame, lingering on the slight bump of her navel. It had gotten bigger from back then, Hinami noted.

“Ken! Why’d you run off?” she complains as she stops in front of him, crossing her arms. “The store didn’t have the right one we’re going to have to get some from someplace else…”

Kaneki doesn’t say anything immediately, except for winding his free arm around her to pull her close to him and spin them to face Hinami. He smiles again; his smile seems to be a permanent thing now-- permanent and unwavering. “My family,” he says and she’s never heard him sound so proud of something before.

The man who’s never had a taste of happiness, is now drowning in it.

“H-How cruel… Big Brother… You never told me you got married.” She has to feign happiness even if all she wants to do is cry. She forces out a smile and shakes her head.

“Yeah… It was a mini wedding. I only invited Hide…” Kaneki says.

“Oh…” She likes to think she’s important, but she knows she isn’t. She shouldn’t be too upset. Hide had been Kaneki’s best friend back when they were very young, even before Hinami probably existed in this world, or even if she did, she was probably as old as Kaneki’s child. Kaneki hadn’t thought to invite Tsukiyama or Nishio, two other very close associates he had. Besides, it’s not like Hinami and him had been in touch recently or anything. The last time they met, Hinami was probably still in high school.

“Anyway, Ken, who’s this?” his wife asks. “She’s a pretty girl. You’re not cheating on me, are you?”

She’s sure her cheeks must have reddened at those words and she buries her face in the scarf a little more. But she didn’t really have to do it. Kaneki and his wife and too busy staring at each other to notice anything.

“She’s a little too young for that, don’t you think?” Kaneki chuckles.

“No, she looks to be around my little brother’s age,” his wife grumbles.

Kaneki’s eyes soften and he looks back at Hinami. “That’s Fueguchi Hinami. She’s a family friend. I haven’t seen her in awhile.”

“I… was very busy,” Hinami says as an excuse. It’s not a lie, but it’s not entirely true as well. She had been busy but not that busy.

“Are you in college now?” Kaneki asks.

“Yeah… I’m doing Literature… at Kamii…”

“Ah, just like me, I see!” Kaneki laughs again.

Just like you…

It feels like Hinami is talking to an entirely different person right now, or maybe their roles had been swapped. She’d always been the one who’s all smiles and laughter while he sits aside in melancholia and grief. But now, while his heart grows and shines, it’s her that’s shattering and falling apart, desperately trying to hold the loose pieces together with whatever she can.

“Kamii…” His wife murmurs thoughtfully. “I think my brother’s enrolled there as well…”

“Really?” Hinami asks. She really can’t be bothered about the brother, but she doesn’t want to appear too rude as well.

“I don’t know if he’s still in there though. He might have dropped out. I wouldn’t really know-- my brother and I aren’t really on the best of terms,” she admits, and Hinami almost wrinkles her nose. What a sister…

“I… probably wouldn’t have known him anyway… I don’t have that much friends,” Hinami admits. In fact, she doesn’t really talk much even to those she vaguely considers friends. They’re mainly friends because they see each other’s faces for classes everyday. She doubts they’ll keep in touch after graduation. There’s only one person she can really think of maintaining some sort of a connection with for the years to come.

“I’m sure you’ll make some eventually, Hinami. You’ve always been a nice person,” Kaneki says. The smile falters a little, but it’s still there. She senses his pity from his expression.

“I have one really important person and I think he’s enough for me,” she admits.

“That’s nice,” Kaneki’s wife says. “Sometimes you don’t need too many people in life. Just one or two who’s really important.”

She sounds really sad as she spoke, her blue eyes clouding, probably watching a distant memory Hinami herself isn’t privy to. There is something about that look that sinks Hinami’s heart. It looks nostalgic– it’s an expression she’d seen before somewhere. This woman is too eerily similar to someone. Perhaps Kaneki had made the same expression before. But there’s something about the memory that’s associated to that look that makes her chest throb and her eyes water, something about it that makes her feel totally sick.

Kaneki seems to be watching his wife from the corner of his eyes as well and he pulls her closer to him. Her eye shoots open, her hand flying up to press against Kaneki’s chest to steady herself.

“Ken?”

“I found her and it’s the best thing in my life,” Kaneki explains. His hand find its way to her belly, rubbing circles around it lightly. “Ever since all of this happened… I think I’m really happy now.”

It hits Hinami that she was never enough to make him happy, but this woman is. Hinami wants to hate her, but she realises she can’t. The woman looks at Kaneki with a soft expression, completely filled with love that’s reserved for him and only him. Kaneki looks back at her with a mirrored smile. Their kid is the only one who’s looking away, attention caught by something on the other side of the road. That’s his world now. The woman, the child and the foetus in her belly are the pillars holding his abode up. She knows he cares about her, but no matter what, it’s now a bubble she can’t worm her way into now. They’re different, separate entities.

As much as she had told herself she’s over him, she realises she wasn’t back then. Deep down, she still wants him and she still wants the fantasies she had so meticulously created in her mind. Yet she can’t. She can’t tear down his home. The woman makes him happy and it’s what he deserves-- who is she to come in between them?

“Anyway, what are you doing here?” Kaneki asks. “Isn’t it too cold to just be standing around?”

“I… am waiting for someone…” she admits, nudging her head towards the store. “He went to get fish food.”

Kaneki’s wife raises her eyebrow. “And he left you here in the cold? Alone? What an asshole.”

“He’s not an asshole!” Hinami cries out and Kaneki’s wife blinks, before a grin starts forming on her face as Hinami tries to form more words. “He… I told him… I’d wait outside…”

“How cute,” she laughs, turning to her husband and slapping him on his arm lightly. “You never told me you knew someone this cute.”

“I… guess I never got the chance to bring her up,” Kaneki admits, looking apologetically at Hinami.

“How rude!”

Their daughter gurgles, almost as if laughing at her parents, though Hinami’s sure something else must have amused her. Kaneki’s wife smiles a warm smile, reaching over to tousle her hair. The girl turns to his mother, eyes widening as she looks at her, before bursting out into giggles.

“Papa is so rude, isn’t he? He’s never spoken to me about this girl before, even though it seems like they’re so close,” his wife continues. Their family is so happy. It’s like they’re defined by that joy. Hinami feels the pit grow in her stomach. She brings the coffee cup to her lips, though she doesn’t drink even a sip. She doubts she can stomach anything.

“Hinami, right?” his wife asks, looking back at her, and Hinami responds with a nod. “Why don’t you come over to our place once in awhile? We can have a meal together and get to know each other.”

Their house? Hinami doubts she’ll be able to survive stepping into the place where they live. She’ll probably fall dead on the spot. Their home is basically the manifestation of their love-- the place the live together, the place they laugh and cry together, the place their kid lives in, the place they do that in.

Even so, Hinami forces out a smile and nods again. “Sure, one day…” Even if it’s an empty promise, Kaneki’s wife doesn’t realise it. She holds her thumb out and flashes Hinami a huge grin, one that’s almost blinding and Hinami realises that there is no reason why Kaneki wouldn’t have fallen in love with this woman. She knows nothing about her, but just from one smile, Hinami gets the impression that she’s perfect in every way possible.

“Touka, we really should go now,” Kaneki says. As the woman looks at him and nods, Hinami feels herself freeze for a moment. That name is familiar. It’s something she’s seen or heard before.

“Touka?” she murmurs.

Kaneki’s wife turns to her, pointing at herself. “My name. I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I’m Kirishima Touka!” She holds her hand out as she speaks, but Hinami is just too far frozen to respond.

Kirishima Touka…

She realizes now why it rings a bell. She’s seen the name ‘Touka’ a couple of times– the name that keeps popping up in a certain someone’s phone, only for all the messages and calls to go completely ignored. It’s no wonder she’s seen that same hurt expression before. It’s one that she’s been looking at for so long, one that she had been the very cause of. Now that she really looks at her, despite her feminine features, Touka does actually look like someone she knows very well.

She looks to be around my little brother’s age.

Kamii… I think my brother’s enrolled there as well.

My brother and I aren’t really on the best of terms…

Hinami wants to throw up.

Touka furrows her brows, tilting her head a little in concern from Hinami’s lack of response. “Hinami, are you--”

“Hinami! I’m done.”

Oh. OH.

She spins around immediately, somehome praying that her small frame is enough of a barrier between the two people. Ayato hasn’t seen them yet, his attention too focused on the things he has in the bag he’s carrying. Hinami’s right about to grab him and make a run for it, when she hears a soft whisper of his name from behind her.

Oh no…

“Dude, Hina, you won’t believe it. I got a freaking bargain. They even threw in live shrimps. My fishes are gonna love them. Let’s go and--”

He looks up. His voice goes silent. His eyes widen.

“Aya...to?” Touka’s voice is soft, faltering as the name slides off her lips. She pushes past Hinami roughly, a surprising turn to the gentle impression Hinami had of her, and rushes towards him. Hinami sees his body stiffen, shivering as he took a step back.

“Sis…” he murmured.

“Where… the fuck have you been?” Touka cries out, reaching forward to grab him by his collar. “I’ve been so worried. You don’t answer my calls or reply my messages. I know you received them-- you fucking have your receipts on. You don’t even come back to visit.”

Ayato grits his teeth, his brows furrowing, as he tries to push her off him. “Let me go, you stupid sister!”

“I’m not letting you go!” Touka yells back. “You’re coming home. Right now.”

“I don’t want to. That’s not my home!”

Hinami feels the impact of his words even though they’re not directed at her. Ayato is never mean and rough with her, but right now, he looks like he’s on the verge of slamming his sister into the wall beside them. But his sister stiffens at his words, her grip on him loosening as her hands fall to her side. Hinami sees a small tremble pass through her.

“What… do you mean it’s not your home? It’s always--”

“It’s never been my home, not ever since Mom died!” Ayato hisses. “Dad didn’t give two fucks about me after that anyway!”

“No… No, Father--”

“Shut up,” Ayato snaps instead, cutting into her words. “You chose this, Touka. You chose him over me.”

“Why does there even have to be a choice?” Touka almost screams. “You’re my brother, he’s my husband!”

“You broke our promise!”

“We need to move on. We can’t keep holding on to our past!” Hinami hears the tears in Touka’s voice even if she’s not watching her cry. She tries to get Ayato’s attention. His sister is pregnant. It isn’t good to worry her too much. But Ayato doesn’t seem to notice and he continues staring at her with that haughty, hateful look that Hinami’s never even seen on his face before.

“Move on without me then,” Ayato scoffs.

“Why are you like this?” Touka murmurs. “Why are you being so difficult? You’re not a kid anymore.”

“I know. So leave me the fuck alone,” Ayato snarls. He turns around but Touka reaches for him again, grabbing his arm.

“What are you doing now? Where are you? Are you still in school?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t drop out or anything… Work hard…”

“I know that.”

“What about money?”

“I’ll manage… I’ve been managing.”

“Come home. I have all the money you need,” Touka whispers.

“I don’t need your money. I don’t need his money,” Ayato hisses back, prying his sister’s hands off him.

Hinami watches the scene partly in awe and partly in worry. She doesn’t understand how two siblings can be so estranged. They’re siblings-- they have the same blood, they grew up together and they’re family. How can they be so far apart right now?

Stop it, Ayato. It’s cruel. This is too cruel. She’s pregnant-- don’t be too rough with her; don’t stress her out.

“I’m not letting you go again!” Touka cries out again, fingers digging into Ayato’s arms even more. Hinami sees the flash in his eyes and she’s rushing at him even before she can think. Time seems to slow down and everything she sees, she sees in slow motion. But even she moves in that speed and Ayato pushes Touka off him before she can reach them. Hinami’s left agasp as Touka stumbles back, the wave of horror that washes over her clearly evident on her face. She falls to the ground and her hand immediately flies to her tummy, eyes wide and almost tearing. Hinami hears a choked gasp from behind her, but she really can’t care too much about it, her attention entirely on Touka right now.

“Mama!” Hinami’s about to rush to Touka’s side, but little Ichika runs there first, now having been put down by his father. “Mama!”

“Touka, are you okay?” Kaneki asks as he joins them as well, his hand moving to her stomach. Touka’s nodding, though she’s wincing a little. Her breaths are deep and quick. She glances up, clearly at Ayato, before she turns to Kaneki.

“Yeah… I’m fine…” she says, slowly getting up with Kaneki’s help. “Don’t worry… She’s fine as well…”

“Are you sure?” Kaneki asks, softly and gently rubbing her belly. Touka nods, her body slackening into his arms. She nestles into him as he holds her tightly. Kaneki cradles her like he would a baby, murmuring soft words that are lost to Hinami’s ears. But she watches them pressed against each other, almost like one being themselves. Kaneki’s strong arms protectively hold her close, Touka almost sobbing against him. So close. So domestic.

So in love.

“She’s safe… She’s safe…” Touka whispers.

Hinami’s heart is racing. The baby… The baby is… She takes a step forward, only to feel her arm being grabbed and she’s pulled the other way. It’s a blur as she finds herself being dragged along, her mind merely focused on the image of Touka in Kaneki’s arms. She shakes her head-- no, it’s the baby I’m worried about, the baby.

She blinks her eyes, blurry sight clearing. She sees a head of blue hair in front of her, a body with broad shoulders reaching back and pulling her along from her arm. Her nose wrinkles from the stench that’s wafting about her. It stank, almost like as if one had thrown together the most undesirable of things into a pot and brewed them into a stew. She’s being led through an alley; she never really liked those kinds of places.

“Ayato,” she says softly. “Ayato, stop.”

He doesn’t, but instead, he tightens his grip on her arms and quickens his pace.

“Ayato!”

“We… need to get out of here,” he murmurs. “Home… We need to go back home.”

His voice no longer sounds like it had sounded back when they were out at the store. Hinami watches him and she notices the change instantly-- shakier voice, deep pants, trembling frame. She hadn’t expected a sudden change, but it doesn’t come as a surprises as well.

“She’s pregnant,” Hinami says. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

That stops him. He freezes, so suddenly that Hinami almost runs into him. “I… I know…”

“You should have apologized… and made sure she’s fine…”

“I know.” She hears a hitch in his breathing. His hand falls to his side, releasing hers, but Hinami reaches for it, clasping it in both her hands. “I… got so angry. But… it’s okay, right, Hinami? He’s there. She’ll be fine…”

Him…

Hinami lightly rubs his hand and Ayato tightens his grip. “You… knew all along…” she says slowly.

“What?”

“That he’s married… That I had no chance.” She’s choking out her words.

That’s not the point. This isn’t the time for this.

Ayato doesn’t reply. He drops his bag onto the ground and turns around to face her, though his head hangs slow, his eyes hidden by the shadow of the bangs. His hands reaches for her shoulders and in one swift motion, she’s pushed against the wall, his body pressing against hers as his lips capture hers in a messy kiss.  

“Aya—” Her moan is cut off by his lips again, tongue finding its way into her mouth. His hands travel all over her body and Hinami is thankful for her thick clothes or god knows what he might be doing to her right now.

Ayato pulls away from her lips, but he continues kissing down her chin, hand rubbing her back. His free hand untangles her scarf and pulls it off her. Hinami whines as she feels the wool slide off her, leaving her bare neck open to the chill of the winter air. There’s a fleeting thought in the back of her mind— they’re in public; anyone can see them; Kaneki and Touka might end up coming here.

No. She has to forget; she wants to forget… and so does he.

“Ayato…” she groans as his tongue flicks against her neck, leaving a wet trail that sends a tremble down her spine. It’s cold, so cold. “You… didn’t reply…”

“Mm… What difference does it make?” he asks against her. “You’ve known from the very beginning that there was no chance…”

“You… didn’t tell me… You could have told me earlier… Ah!” She releases a gasp, cutting into her statement, as he nips on her shivering skin. She feels his hips grind against her, the tent in his pants pressing against her leg.

“Fuck… I need you…” he moans.

“No… Not here…”

Ayato pulls away from her, though he leans over and supports himself by pressing his hands against the wall, keeping her in place before him. He winces as he looks at her.

“I…”

Hinami shakes her head, trying to push him off a little. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“It’s too uncomfortable,” he groans, leaning towards her and nuzzling her neck. He takes her hand, leading it down to his pants and pressing it against his bulge. “Come on, Hina, just a quick one.”

He’s grinding against her hand and Hinami feels her mind falling into the gutter, images of him taking her right there and then surfacing in her mind-- hoisting her up against the dirty wall, ripping her leggings and pushing her panties aside to shove his dick into her. She whimpers at the thought, as she presses her hand against him as well.

“We can’t do this.” She forces it out. “We’re in public… Too much clothes… If someone sees…”

If Kaneki and Touka decided to come after us…

“I can’t walk like this, Hina,” Ayato mumbles.

“That’s not my problem!”

“It’s because you were rubbing yourself against my dick.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Doing it without even realising… I didn’t think I make you feel that good,” Ayato snickers. He pushes himself off her slightly, bringing his head up so that their eyes met. He stares at her in silence for a moment, eyes half-lidded and almost gleaming. “Then… suck.”

“Wha…?”

“Get on your knees and suck, come on.”

Hinami’s eyes go round as he takes her by the shoulders and flips them around. He leans against the wall, holding her in place. She feels the pressure on her shoulders and Hinami lets him coax her into dropping onto her knees, her face now levelled with the distinct tent in his pants. Ayato looks around and the back at her, nodding as she reaches towards him.

“Make it quick,” he whispers.

Touka and Kaneki might show up… The thought weighs down on her mind as she pushes his jacket upwards and undoes his belt buckle. Deft fingers unbutton and unzip the jeans without much thought and she pulls his dick out of his boxers immediately. Ayato sucks in a breath as she holds it tightly in her hand, lightly stroking it. His head glistens with precum and Hinami realises just how turned on he is. A small grin tugs on the edge of her lips as she leans towards it, tongue sticking out to lightly flick against his head.

“Hina,” Ayato hisses. “I said make it quick.”

Touka and Kaneki… Touka and Kaneki…

She looks up at him, tongue circling the head as her hand strokes his length, both in an incredulously slow pace. His cheeks are flushed and despite his words, Hinami knows he’s enjoying it. Considering the fact that he’s always teasing her, she wonders if he enjoys being on the receiving end of it as well.

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head a little too innocently. “I don’t think anyone’s going to show up.”

A total lie.

“No… but…” He breaks into a groan as she squeezes him, eyelids falling till his eyes are almost closed.

“Are you worried about Touka and Kaneki? I think I saw them coming after us just now.” She hadn’t. She was scared that they might have; she’s still afraid of them suddenly showing up to see her on her knees in front of Ayato with his dick in her mouth. She’s worried, so he should be as well, right?

Ayato throbs in her hand as he throws his head back, eyes squeezed tight. “Just shut up and suck already.”

“Ayato… You were cruel,” Hinami murmurs. She lifts his dick slightly, pressing her tongue beneath it before running it up along the full length.

“H-Huh?”

She tightens her hold on him, quickening her pace a little. “You… never told me.”

“Shut up.”

She takes him in, though mainly restraining himself to the head, running her tongue around it twice before sucking. The salty beads fall into her mouth and she pulls away, resuming her hand movements instead. Ayato’s staring down at her, eyes hard and mouth curved downwards.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks. One simple question, but he’s frozen as he stares at her. She squeezes him again and he grimaces. “Why? You knew from the beginning, right?”

They started this at most a year ago. Arata seems to be at least two years old. Ayato knew from the very beginning who Hinami was in love with and that that very man is married. I’m sure one day it’ll work out. Don’t worry, Hinami, one day he’ll notice you. I know your love will get to him. He will have to fall for you eventually. You will get your happiness, Hinami, you will. Ayato’s former words ring in her mind and she snorts at them-- they’re all lies.

It doesn’t seem to register to her that Kaneki Ken is not just married, but he’s married to Ayato’s sister, who he has problems with and can’t get along with.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ayato scowls. “Like I said, it doesn’t make a difference. Get to work already. Hurry.”  

She takes him in again, taking as much of him as she can, till she feels him hit the back of her head. She’s stroking the remaining length as she hollows her cheeks, sucking the remaining precum that’s dripping out of his tip. She runs her tongue around him, pressing the tip against the protruding veins, as she bobs her head. Her ears drown in the songs of Ayato’s muffled moans, and she glances up, watching him bite down on his bottom lips in an attempt at keeping silent.

She hates it.

Her free hand grabs him by the balls, fondling it and giving it one hard squeeze. His hips jerk and he throws his head back, a loud moan falling out from between his lips. Hinami pulls back slowly, letting her teeth graze against his full length as she retreats. She watches him for a moment, a thin strand of saliva still linking her mouth to his dick, before she kisses him on the tip and began running kisses down his length.

“Fuck… Fuck… Hina, I told you to… ah-- hurry.” He’s choking as she moves. She presses a kiss on one of his balls and sticks her tongue out to lick the rough skin. She watches a tremble pass through his thighs as she takes it into her mouth, sucking on it messily, saliva dripping down her chin. Her hands move to the hem of his pants, pulling it down along with his boxers till they bunch around his knees. She presses her palm against his skin, feeling the muscles tense as he shivers from the cool air. She slides it to his back, rubbing the firm ass before giving him a hard squeeze and eliciting another moan.

“God fucking dammit, Hinami.” His hands find their place in her hair, pulling her away and leading her back to his dick. Hinami obliges, taking him in again and letting him guide her movements as he fucks her mouth and deep into her throat. Hinami gags from the force of his thrusts, rough and hard, she’s struggling to breathe, especially as the cold numbs her nose. He hasn’t answered her question yet, she realises, and amidst teary eyes and a burning throat, she looks up at him with a glare, which Ayato mimics with a tut.

“What’s with that look, huh?” he grumbles, fingers tightening in her hair. He shoves harder and her throat burns even more. Hinami squirms. Even when it’s the middle of winter, her body feels hot. She forces her attention away from the blazing pit in her abdomen. She’s not turned on. She can’t be turned on.

He quickens his pace even more before he pulls out all of a sudden, one of his hands taking his dick and stroking it at a pace akin to that of his thrusts. Hinami stiffens as he pulls her closer to him again, her eyes falling close instinctively as she hears a choked sigh from him. She feels warmth splattered on her face, thick, gooey liquid dribbling down her forehead, cheeks and chin.

She opens her eyes and meets his. Ayato’s looking down at her with a completely smug expression, sneering at the sight before him. She had expected to maintain control the entire time, but their roles had reversed without her even noticing it. She stares up at him, still partly annoyed.

“I asked you a question, Ayato…” she murmurs. Her throat burns as she speaks and she gulps, swallowing to ease it. Ayato narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t respond immediately. He takes her by the chin to tilt her head, almost as if he is studying her.

“You’ve been a really bad girl, haven’t you?” Ayato coos. She’s being pushed down before she even realises it, back pressing down against the dirty, damp floor as Ayato crawls over her. The wetness on her face turns cold, her skin tingling from the sensation. Ayato’s hand travels up her leg, finding its way to the area between her legs. Despite her panties and leggings, the wetness is apparent, even though Hinami isn’t even sure when she’d gotten so aroused.

“How dirty,” he sighs, rubbing against her.

Indeed, it’s dirty, completely dirty. She’s lying on the floor of an alley that smells like all kinds of secretions, with a face stained with his cum, completely wet and turned on.

“You want an answer, don’t you?” he snarls. “Here’s your answer-- it doesn’t fucking matter.”

“Ayato. Wait. No, I--”

“What does it matter if I told you then, huh? Will that change anything?” he snaps. He pushes himself off her and spreads her legs, pushing her skirt out of the way. He leans forward and presses his face against her clothed cunt, licking and sucking the damp fabric.

She ponders over his words, wondering if nothing would really have changed. If Ayato had been honest and if she had known from the very beginning, what would she have done? Would the her with no hope act the same way she did? Of course not. It’s ridiculous to think so. Hope changes everything; it’s the core of human action. She did the things she did because she had hope. She held on to her feelings because even despite logic telling her nothing will happen, somewhere deeper, it felt like something might. That’s why she kept holding on. That’s why she kept coming to Ayato.

Oh.

Oh.

That’s why she kept coming to him.

“You… It was all for you…”

Ayato raises his head at her statement. It’s a wonder what she must look like, because alarm immediately flashes in his eyes. She feels hot tears prick the corner of her eyes, but this time, she holds them in.

“You did this! You held it in on purpose!” she cries out. “Just so you can have sex with me, right?”

Ayato’s eyes widen, his expression going from panic, to confusion and then anger. “You think I chose to keep silent so that I can fuck you?”

“Why else would you keep it from me?” she hisses, bringing her hands up to her face, rubbing her eyes with her fists. “All this while… I thought you love me and was supporting me despite everything…”

“I…” Ayato’s voice fade off, mouth hanging open as he watches it. Bingo.

“I… hate you…”

Ayato’s eyes go wider. “Huh?”

“You’re... such a jerk!”

“What the fuck are you going on about? Why would you even think that?” Ayato flares up. He moves up, hovering over her face to stare right at her. “Did seeing Kaneki mess with your head or something? ”

“S-Shut up!” She’s choking on her words, glaring up at him. This almost feels ridiculous. She can’t believe this at all.

“No, you shut up! Shut the fuck up!” he yells, grabbing her by her cheeks and forcing her to look right at him. “What even are you going on about?”

“I thought you loved me,” Hinami spits out, voice strained and muffled from the way he’s holding her. His hold on her loosens, hand dropping to the side. Hinami rubs her sore cheeks as she stares up at him, challenging him with her stare. “I thought you really loved me… but all you wanted was sex, right?”

Well, if that’s what you want…

Hinami reaches out for him before he can even reply, pulling his head down to mesh their lips together. Hinami’s hand fists into his hair, tugging the strands just like he had done with her just now. She feels him moan against her mouth as he presses his hips— when had he pull on his pants again?— against hers. She reaches for the woollen scarf around his neck as well, tugging it off him and tossing it aside.

“Hinami… Wait…”

“You’re just a typical guy.” Hinami pushes him off her to lie on his back. She climbs over him, briefly catching glimpse of a horrified expression, before their lips are meeting again. There’s tongue, teeth and a lot of wet lips in the exchange, with their moans muffled from being pressed against each other. He’s pushing back just as hard, fighting just as desperately. Her hands find the edges of his jacket and she gives it a hard tug, pulling apart till the buttons pop. She pushes the jacket aside, pressing her hands on and running them down his clothed body.

The metallic tinge that appears in her mouth makes her pull away from him. She doesn’t know whose blood is it, but she sees the crimson hue on his lips, even as she tastes it in hers.

“Now you’re really starting to piss me off,” he growls, sitting up and grabbing her by the shoulders, pulling him into a kiss once more. He flips their positions again, still holding her close as his tongue lashes against hers. Hinami struggles against him, unsure if she’s trying to push him away or fight against him for control. But even then, his hips are grinding against each other and she feels him as hard as she is wet. She cups his face, pulls him closer and bites down on his lips. Ayato moans as she does so and pushes her to lie down.

An instinctive move on her part has him jumping back slightly, a pained hiss slipping out of his mouth. Hinami catches sight of a pair of glistening red streaks on his cheek and despite having caused it, she realizes she’s empty of guilt.

Ayato scowls at her, before he’s unzipping her coat and parting it. He does a quick work of her blouse and tugs on the bra. Hinami arches her back in response and he unclasps it and pulls it off completely in mere seconds, tossing the garment aside. She shivers as the cool air hits her skin, but all that is lost to her when Ayato grabs both of her breasts, fondling them as his mouth attaches itself to her neck. He bites down hard on her neck, licking and sucking, and she’s sure she’s bruised by the sting it leaves as he moves to another spot. She feels different bruises blooming on her skin as he continues his work on her neck. She’s too lost to really think much about it, mind swimming in pleasure from how he’s tugging and tweaking her nipples.

We’re in public… We’re in public. Touka and Kaneki might show up... 

Her hands slide up his body, under his t-shirt as he starts biting the sides of her breasts, marking them as well. Her nails dig into his skin as she runs them all over his body. His pained gasps are lost to her ears as he reaches down with one hand and rubs hard against her soaked leggings.

Ayato growls at the feeling and he moves away to crawl lower, taking her by the shin and pushing her legs apart. He leans his head forward, licking and kissing her damp spot, as Hinami reaches to grab him by the hair and pull him closer, grinding against his face. It doesn’t really matter anymore what they’re doing, right? If the sex is all he’s here for, then she’ll give him just that— pure, unadulterated, animalistic sex. The kind of fucking he enjoys.

“That’s it,” she moans as his tongue runs along her clit. “Good boy.”

Ayato snarls and it’s in a matter of heartbeats that he has her leggings ripped, panties roughly pulled down. He unhooks a leg and pays no attention to it afterwards, shoving three fingers into her leaking cunt. He thrusts them hard and fast, pressing her hips down to keep her from thrusting. She feels the buildup coming and it’s not long before she’s coming over his hand. But he doesn’t stop there or give her any time to rest. He immediately has another finger in, never ceasing with his ministrations.

She’s over-sensitive from all the stimulation. Her mind’s blacking from the intensity surging through her. Her heads thrown back, mouth wide open, yet she’s barely forming any words with them. It feels good, so good, and even if he’s a piece of shit, she doesn’t care too much anymore. She wants to feel him even more.

She comes again, body trembling. Her limbs go limp as he pulls his fingers out of her. She tries to get up, but her limbs are heavy. He crawls over, pressing his fingers to her lips.

“Suck,” he instructs and she’s too tired to resist. He prises open her mouth and slides them in. She responds by running her tongue along them, sucking the juices off them. Ayato moves his fingers, almost as if he’s fucking her mouth with them. His other hand lazily massages a breast. “Good girl.”

He pulls his fingers out of her and returns to his former position, urging her to spread her legs with his knees. He looks up at her, eyes gleaming as he watches her. His gaze darkens as he reaches to brush some strands of hair out of her face. A grin tugs on the edges of his lips. Hinami trembles at the sight despite herself; he looks almost malicious.

“You want this, don’t you?” he asks, licking his lips. “You want me fucking you, right?”

She hesitantly nods and is immediately flipped to lie on her front with her ass in the air before she can reply any further. His fingers continue stroking her, coaxing her to release after release till she loses count of how many time it had happened. He presses harder against her clit that before, rubbing with so much force it starts to burn. It’s hurting so much that it feels good. Hinami is all but asking for more and pushing back against it.

So dirty. His words from earlier ring in her mind. She hates how she can’t hold back. She hates the hunger driving her right now. She hates how she’s enjoying all of it; how Ayato’s pissed off glares and curses make her heart race and stomach churn in anticipation. More. More.

Her mind goes blank and all she’s aware of are his fingers. She grinding back against him, thrusting along his rhythm. Her fingers dig into the grime of the slick concrete floor. She’s barely fazed even by the stench of it, despite her face being pressed against it. Her voice escapes her; she’s no longer able to hold the screams and moans in. She cries his name out every time she comes. It’s all she can say when he leans forward to lick the liquid dripping down from her.

“Want my dick? Beg for it. Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he sneers as his fingers continue thrusting deep inside her, curling and rubbing.

“I want you to fuck me!” she screams, right as he drags her down to another release. She’s beyond caring about anything— not about how she’s appearing to him right now, not about the fact that they’re in public, not about the fact that Kaneki and Touka might show up and not about the fact that Ayato had been using her all along.

“That’s right. Good girl.” He flips her to lie on her back and enters her without really giving her any time to rest. She’s already used to the overstimulation by now; he’s never given her any time to rest at all. He hoists her legs up his shoulders, pushing in deeper. She’s choking his name out it a litany of moans and sobs, back arching. Harder, harder. Her hands reach for him, pulling him closer to her. They snake under his t-shirt, digging into his body and dragging her nails along as they travel around his body.

“You like this, don’t you?” he moans in her ear, running his tongue along the lobe before nibbling lightly on it. “You’re so wet for me right now. What if Kaneki shows up, huh? What if he sees how much of a slut you are for my dick?”

She doesn’t care at all. Her fingers are sinking deeper into him. A fleeting thought passes through her mind that she probably is hurting him, but Ayato doesn’t seem to be in pain and she discards the worry immediately. He continues to plunge deep inside her, hitting that one spot that feels so good and so right with just enough force to pull her to another orgasm. The tremor shoots through her, making her shriek his name out louder than before. Her body continues to twitch as the waves wash over and over her. She’s no longer aware of anything except for how good she feels at that moment. Ayato continues his movements, picking up his pace even as she goes limp under him. He pulses deep inside of her and pulls out immediately.

“You’re mine,” he hisses and she feels his cum splattering over her torso, the only warmth she could feel right now from the cool air. She opens her eyes slightly, enough to watch as the smugness and ire fade from his eyes to be replaced with a more drained and exhausted expression. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like hers. She knows he’s not tired from the sex at all. But she doesn’t have much time to ponder over it when her eyelids are falling shut again.

She’s barely awake as she feels him pull her clothes on for her and takes her in his arms. He lifts her up and gathers the discarded things from the floor as well. Hinami’s head lolls forward, and she’s leaning against his shoulder, supported and almost protected. They’re silent as he walks home, still holding her gently in his arms. She’s too fatigued, almost practically asleep. She assumes she must have dozed off as well while he’s carrying her, because the next time she’s aware of anything, she feels the warmth of water raining down on her. Hinami opens her eyes for mere seconds, sees a familiar shower. She feels Ayato beside her, pulling her closer to him.

“Just rest. Let me handle this,” he murmurs. She feels his hands lightly massage her scalp as he shampoos her hair. There really isn’t anything she can do right now so she concedes, letting herself fall against him and drift away.

She must have really fallen asleep this time. The next time she’s conscious again, she feels very different. The exhaustion hasn’t faded, but it feels very different from before. Her limbs feel heavy; her bones and muscles ache. Her throat is parched. It feels like she had swallowed a handful of needles and they’re pricking her throat now. She opens her eyes and raises her head a little.

She’s in Ayato’s bedroom, lying in his bed with the duvet wrapped around her. She sits up. Her body screams at her. She realises she’s burning up. Every slight movement makes her feel like throwing herself back down on the bed, curling up and never getting up. But she gets up anyway, crawling out of his bed and getting to her feet. Her knees feel weak and her hips ache. Just how hard were they doing it just now? She hadn’t thought much about it then, but now it’s clear he was rougher than he had ever been.

She starts to head out of the room, only pausing to take a look at her reflection on the mirror as she was about to pass it. She’s in one of Ayato’s shirts, merely buttoned in the middle segments. The shoulders are falling off her, unveiling the skin beneath and the red blotches that decorate random areas of her pale skin.

Ayato must have dressed her after he cleaned her up when she was passed out. She runs her hand through her hair and realises that he even went to the trouble of drying it, on top of carrying her back and helping her take a shower. He did that all for her and Hinami thinks it’s a little hard to believe how he doesn’t actually love her. Or does he?

She shakes her head, which spins and throbs the more she thinks. Even though she’s been fine with it in the past, the thought of Ayato really wanting her just for the sex brings hot tears to her eyes and she hurriedly wipes them away with her sleeves. Why hadn’t he told her the truth before? What was the point of keeping her hopeful? What could he want, other than to keep her in a position where she’ll always have to turn to him? It was Kaneki that brought Hinami and Ayato together, as strange as it might sound. They’ve known each other before. They were mere acquaintances, but it was after a fateful first time and a night of confessions that opened them up to each other, that started the whole thing. He wouldn’t have been able to do it anymore with her if he had straight up told her to give up back then. She’d have tried to forget Kaneki and they’d go their separate ways… wouldn’t she?

Her head hurts and she clutches it with one hand, rubbing lightly as she walks out. Her nose catches the distasteful reek the moment she sets foot out of the room. She sees Ayato sitting on the couch, completely oblivious to her approaching him.

He’d promise to give up smoking. But he seems to have forgotten it. Slumped on the couch, he fiddles with the cigarette that’s between two of his fingers, eyes staring ahead at nothing in particular, completely glazed over. He brings it to his mouth, only for Hinami to snatch it from him. He blinks in surprise, but by the time he’s able to comprehend what’s going on, she had discarded it into the tray on the table in front of him. He looks up at her, eyes wide in confusion.

“You promised you’d stop,” she said. Ayato tuts, turning away from her and reaching for his packet.

“Not now, Hinami. I’m not in the mood,” he grumbles. Before he can reach it, she snatches it from under his fingers, holding it tightly in her hands. Ayato looks up at her, clenching his teeth a little. “Hina.”

“No!”

“Look, just one stick!” he snaps, getting up and reaching towards her. Hinami’s hands fly to her back, taking a few steps away from him. “Come on Hinami. Don’t be--”

He’s cut off as his phone lights up, the vibrations interrupting his speech. Both of them turn to look at it and Hinami recognizes the numbers flashing on the screen immediately. Ayato makes no attempts to pick it up and both are left standing in silence as the vibrations continue, until eventually it falls silent. The display on the screen changes. 38 missed calls.

Oh… She recalls the events that had happened earlier on in the day. It’s no wonder Ayato is smoking cigarettes after cigarettes. She recalls seeing at least three others in the tray.

“Why didn’t you pick up?” Hinami asks.

“I don’t know…”

“It’s--”

“Yeah, I know. It’s Kaneki. You know his number by heart. I get it,” he says, a sharp hint of bitterness to his voice. Hinami furrows her brows slightly, annoyed by his tone, but it seems Ayato hadn’t intended to sound so harsh. He turns away sheepishly a second after he speaks, rubbing his neck. “Sorry… I…”

“Aren’t you worried about your sister?” she asks.

“I’m not--”

“You are. You should at least talk to him.”

Ayato falls silent for a moment and he walks over to his phone, picking it up. The screen lights up and he looks at it, before shaking his head and dropping it on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” Hinami asks.

“It’s him…” Ayato says. His voice weakens as he speaks and she sees his eyes narrow. “If… my sister is okay… She’ll be the one calling, right? I’ve… barely ever spoken to Kaneki. I don’t even have his number up till now.”

“Then how do you know it’s him?”

“He sent me a couple of messages as well…” Ayato turns to her, nibbling lightly on the nail of his thumb. “Hinami… I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“You shouldn’t have pushed her…”

“We’re always like that…”

“But she’s pregnant now.”

“I only noticed after she fell.”

It doesn’t mean anything, but Hinami knows Ayato knows that as well. He isn’t trying to excuse himself at all. He’s just being honest. He slumps onto the couch and covers his face with his hands, crying out in an exasperated yell. Hinami didn’t pay too much mind to it, but she realises he’s merely wearing a pair of sweatpants, his torso completely bare. His body is marred with red streaks running across it. She hadn’t thought she scratched him that hard.

The phone lights up again and Hinami doesn’t have to see it to know that it’s the same number again. She stares at him as his hands drop from his face and he looks down at his phone, picking it up and staring at it.

“Answer it.”

“Hinami, just because it’s him--”

“It’ll make you feel better if you talk to them,” she says as she walks over to him. She climbs over him and straddles his lap, winding her arms around her neck as their eyes meet. “Come on. Answer it.”

“Fine.” Ayato taps on the screen and brings the phone to his ear. His face remains tense and stoic, his vow of silence continuing for a few heartbeats. The place is eerily quiet, to the point the water flowing from Ayato’s fishtanks seems almost overbearing.

She watches as his expression morphs to a grimace and Hinami feels her heartbeat pick up as well. It doesn’t seem like it’s good at all. She wonders if talking to Kaneki really would make Ayato feel better. Hinami remains silent, but she presses her hand against his cheek, lightly stroking him.

It’s okay. I’m here, Ayato… His mouth twitches a little as he glances at her, offering her a weak smile. Her thumb traces the lines on his face, the red scratches she had made earlier on. It almost feels like she had marked him for herself with all those scratches, just like his bite marks marked hers. Somehow, she feels herself flush at that thought.

“I… see…” Ayato murmurs. There’s a change in his eyes as relief floods over him. His smile now seems more genuine, albeit still small as ever. “I know… I didn’t… Yeah. I’m sorry…. Okay, I’ll try to make time.”

He hangs up and heaves a sigh, dropping his phone on the couch again. “It’s fine. My sister’s safe and the baby is as well… Kaneki is really pissed though. He told me to stop acting like a kid.” Ayato laughs, blinking his eyes a little too rapidly. Hinami wonders if he feels like crying or something and is holding back in her presence.

“That’s good,” she says.

“But… my sister’s a little weird now. Kaneki says she’s locked herself in their room and she’s refusing to eat. He asked me to come over…” he sighs. “But she’ll get through it. I know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I know my sister.”

Even though they’re discussing it, Hinami realises that he doesn’t seem happy talking about it. She knows he has no intention to visit at all. She also knows that he should visit or he’d definitely end up regretting it. But she doesn’t push it any further, instead opting to curl up against him, resting her head in against the crook of his neck. Her fingers continue stroking his face.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“A little…”

“I’m sorry…”

“It felt good when you did it just now though,” he admits with a dry laugh. They fall into another long silence. Hinami’s eyes focuses on the colorful school of fishes in one of his tanks, watching as they swim around the plants, chasing each other. Ayato wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly. It feels nice, she notes once again, to be held by him; it’s something she’s starting to really enjoy.

“Also… I’m sorry as well,” he says. “For… you know… not telling you.”

“About Kaneki?”

“Yeah… I… didn’t want to talk about it,” he admits, “at all.”

She feels like she’s tiptoeing at the edge of a ditch and that one push is all she needs to fall in. Ayato’s face has darkened from earlier and he’s looking right ahead again.

“If you had told me--”

“You’d be devastated. Like you were that day,” Ayato says. “I didn’t want you to be sad. Whenever I said that one day he might notice you and it might happen, you always look up at me with those huge eyes and you look so beautiful that I...”

“That you…?” she urges. He had droned off, but his words were making her flutter. She wants to hear more. Ayato clears his throat, glancing down at her and turning away immediately. It’s dark and she can’t see clearly, but she can vaguely make out the color on his cheeks.

“You know… I…” He trails off again and takes a deep breath. The silence between them is heavy, but it’s different from before. Hinami feels restless, but she stays in place, curled up against him. Leaning on his chest, she’s able to feel the beating of his heart, palpitating at a rate so rapid she wonders if it’s dangerous. He’s not doing anything at all but sitting. The thought of her being the one that makes him like that sends her head to the clouds. She wants to hear him say it.

“Ayato?”

“Every time you looked at me like that, it felt like I fell in love with you all over again.”

Oh. Hinami continues watching him. He steals a glance at her before turning away completely again. His heart is still beating hard, or it might even have picked up its intensity. He doesn’t look at her again, eyes directed at his tank instead. His red cheeks are too obvious to be denied anymore. Hinami’s mind is reeling. Love. He said love.

“Is that true?” she asks slowly and Ayato nods. She’s happy, but her stomach still sinks at the thought of her accusations towards him. “Ayato… I’m sorry I said those things.”

“No it’s… It’s fine… I…” He shakes his head and pulls her closer, hugging her tight against his chest. He kisses her lightly on the top of her head. “This is so embarrassing to say but please don’t doubt my love for you.”

She feels so light.

“I won’t… Promise.” She kisses his shoulder in response, nuzzling against him.

“Anyway, you’re burning up quite a bit. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You should get some rest.”

“Yeah,” she agrees as Ayato stands up, cradling her in his arms. Hinami vaguely remembers the sight from before, imagining Kaneki and the way he held Touka in his arms and the way Touka had responded to it. Hinami nuzzles against Ayato, arms winding around his neck. “Join me in bed…”

“Hm?”

“Hold me for a bit or something…”

A/N: I am sooo sorry this is so long lmao. But I hope you guys liked it! I know I could have split it, but I really didn’t want to. I like the idea of each chapter fitting a particular theme of sorts so this chapter is about the meeting with Touka and Kaneki + the repercussions of it. 

I’d say this is a mini arc of sorts now. Chapter 4 has more Touken and Kirishima feels. Just a mini spoiler, the angst is heavy in that one. Stress is never too good for a pregnancy. So I hope you look forward to that! I will probably get to proofreading this on the day my fish decides to talk to me so I am so sorry about that.

Once again, please please do reblog if you like this! It’ll really help me out. Feel free to leave comments in the tags/ reblogs/ replies or through asks!

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I know you said It ships but could you write something henclair, with its all my fault. pretty please 💕

I love to fuck with my favourite characters and Dustin is a fave so I apologise babe

Dustin gets spiked. Sorry for the shitty ending... i remembered it was supposed to be a drabble TW: super vague mentionsof intent to rape

“I won’t go, if you don’t want me to,” Dustin said, for thefifth time, glancing back at where he knew Lucas was stood, just staring. Heshook out of his daze and shrugged.

“No, go! You should go! I’m just… not sure about him.” Hesaid, still confused within himself at why he didn’t want Dustin going out. They’dbeen together for 4 years, he knew the younger boy would not be leaving him forthis guy, but he still felt off about the whole thing.

“Dude, his father is a director. He said he saw potential in me. I can’t pass that up!” Dustincontinued, putting down his comb and getting up from the dresser to approachwhere Lucas was still stood, crossed armed.

“I know, babe, I know.” He replied, pulling Dustin closeonce he was within reach, so they were both pressed against the wall, “I know...I can’t help if I worry about you,”

“I’ll be fine! I’ll text you the whole way. If he triesanything. I’ll bite him, and Dart will sense my pain and come running,” Almoston cue Dart started howling from his cage, Lucas smiled over at him fondly andDustin heart swelled at the amount of love Lucas had for Dart.

(He had squealed the first time he met him. “Oh my God. Hethinks he’s a wolf! Dustin, I love him,”)

Dustin still saw a bit of worry in Lucas’ expression.

“Fake dating someone isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever done,”Dustin murmured, then he growled, trying to lighten the mood, and it workedbecause Lucas’ concerned expression morphed into disgust. He pushed Dustin onthe shoulder and turned to walk away when he was caught by the waist and pulledback. Lucas struggled, trying not to concede too quickly.

“Boys who growl don’t deserve boyfriends,” He yelledobnoxiously

“No! baby, don’t leave me I’m sorry.” Lucas finally laughed,spinning around in his boyfriend arms, he placed his hands on Dustin’sshoulders.

“How sorry?” he asked cheekily.

“ooh, let me show you,” Dustin replied, wiggling hiseyebrows, Lucas rolled his eyes but kissed him anyway.

 He obviously didn’t go to the door when Dylan came around topick Dustin up, they could have played it like he was a roommate but Lucasdidn’t need any reason to feel jealous and do something stupid like kiss Dustinto assert his masculinity. He was fine just watching from the upstairs window.

He did get a text soon after he left

8.33 – Dustin: I toldyou, you were hotter. Nothing to worry about *lennyface*

Lucas couldn’t help his laughter.

“Fucking loser,” he murmured heading to the bedroom, he andDustin had set up a pretty decent fort before he had to leave, and Lucas wasn’tjust going to let it go to waste. He had only seen Black Panther once… thisweek. It was time to watch it again.

He let Dart out and the small husky immediately jumped athim,

“Okay boy, c’mon let’s go watch some black excellence,” heyipped as if he understood and followed him back to the bedroom, settling inbeside him and licking at his face. He laughed and snuggled up close as hepressed play.

Turns out he didn’t have time to feel bad or have anyworried thoughts about Dustin and Dylan because he was getting constant textupdates. At least every 15 minutes.

9.07 – Dustin: You may have to watch your back babe. Dylan’s got anextensive Pokémon collection.

9.07 – Lucas: DnD is better. It’s okay, I’ll date Will

9.10 – Dustin: Don’t you dArE

Lucas giggled and turned to show the messages to dart, whoyapped, recognising the small icon as Dustin. He headbutted the screen.

“Who would get you in the divorce?” he asked, “Me or yourdaddy?”

Dart yapped once. Lucas nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Lucas focused back on thefilm till he felt his phone go off again.

9.23 – Dustin: Damn, Pokémon and a rugby player. Get you a man that doesboth amirite? Why don’t you ever offer me your jersey?

9.25 – Lucas: We don’t have jerseys you idiot, but you can wear mygross basketball shirt anytime!

9.25 – Dustin: mmhmboyfriend sweat. Rawr

Fucking loser, Lucas thought fondly as he led Dart back tohis cage and fed him dinner, he refilled the water bowl before locking him in. Hewould usually let him roam, but he wasn’t currently aware enough to take goodcare of him (Dart fucking loved to escape, and Lucas was too tired to go outsearching – plus it was dark). He didn’t want to fall asleep and wake up andhave him gone. Dustin would genuinely murder him.

He returned to another text.

9.31 – Dustin: he puts pineapple on his pizza. At this point I maynever come back babe byefelicia.gif

Lucas just rolled his eyes, pressing play on the movie. DamnDaniel Kaluuya was nice to look at, even if his character was an idiot.

There wasn’t another text for a while but at this pointLucas wasn’t even worried anymore. He actually felt sorry for Dylan because hewas sure Dustin was spending more time on his phone that paying attention tohim.

10.00 – Dustin: Yikes well he just asked me to come back to his placeto take some headshots for his dad… that sound like a proposition to me…thoughts?

Lucas bit his lip, contemplating, he didn’t want Dustin tomiss out on any opportunities because of him. But he also did not want Dustingoing over to this guys house. He trusted his boyfriend, definitely but hecouldn’t speak for the other guy. He must have been thinking for too longbecause another text came in soon after.

10.03 – Dustin: I’m taking that as a no.,, I thought as much, justwanted to cross check. I’m in the bathroom now so I’ll just go back out, downmy drink and say I have to head home. The fort still up babe?

10.04 – Lucas: I never want to take it down.

10.04 – Lucas: Also… if you really want to go...

10.05 – Dustin: Shut up Lucas. Rollseyes.gif

Lucas sniggers and places his phone down in the bedsidetable. He really, really didn’t want Dustin going home with Dylan – so he washappy. He went downstairs to go refill his popcorn and ran into Stan, one oftheir roommates cleaning up. He held back the urge to roll his eyes. He lovedStan, really – but that boy loved to clean.

Lucas tried his hardest, all the time, he ready did, but he wasstill learning how to live with someone with OCD and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Hey dude, do you wanna come up and watch Shrek with me?” heasked. Stan kept scrubbing – a bit frantically.

“No, No I, uh, I have a date with Richie in 30 minutes,but,” he paused, breathing frantically, “I can’t leave until it’s clean,” hefinished. Lucas nodded, out of his comfort zone. He wished Dustin was here.Dustin was fucking amazing at calming Stan down.

“Okay, I’ll help. We can get this done in like 10!” Lucasoffered, placing the bowl down.

“Really? Thank you, thanks!” Stan shoved some cleaning materialshis way and Lucas chuckled, getting to work on the dishes.

Lucas and Stan manged to clean up in 20 minutes leaving Stan10 to freshen up and get out the door. He was pretty proud of himself. Hesorted his popcorn and ran back up, swearing when he realised he didn’t pauseit.

“Can’t miss Shrek, this film is iconic,” he whispered tohimself, laughing at his own joke. As he rewound the film he noticed his phoneflashing and remembered Dustin. It was coming close to half ten- he was probablytexting to say he was close by. Lucas picked up his phone to check

10.10 – Dustin: Bill paid, walking to the car! Keep the fort warm forme!

10.12 – Dustin: Luca I don’t feel god,,, Cld you make msome soup for,,

10.15 – Dustin: he lockd the doors and im sleep

Lucas’ heart dropped, and he felt his vision tunnel as thesound of the film faded into the background. He must have read that wrong or hewas misinterpreting.

10.15 – Dustin: this isn the way hoe…. Hes not takjin me home. Imscared

This was not happening. This was not happening. Not to Dustin. Not his boy.

10.16 – Dustin: oh my g,

10.16 – Dustin: I think;; he spiked me.

10.16 – Dustin: I thi he spik my coke

Lucas stopped reading the text and looked at the time. Itwas 10.34. This had happened almost 20 minutes ago. He was such a badboyfriend. Anything could be happening. His mind was going wild with possibilities.Anything could be happening. Heneeded to find Dustin and get to him but, no car, they had no car. How could he--?He had to—Steve! Steve had a car. He was a three-minute bike ride away.

Lucas’ mind was made in an instant.

He ran down, stumbling on the stairs and quickly openingSnap-maps to find Dustin. He located him and sped down to Steve’s, it was dangerousbecause he was nervous, his hands were shaking, and he couldn’t really see. Healmost got hit multiple times, but it was worth it for his boy.

He banged on Steve’s door obnoxiously and repeatedly till hecame down. He was in pyjamas, but Lucas didn’t have the heart to make fun ofhim for going to bed to early.

Steve took in his state and expression and his frown lightenedup.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing his car keys from the standin preparation.

“Dustin—I – I can’t. It’s all my fault, spiked— his drinkgot spiked. We- we need to go. 16 Pembrooke Drive. Steve now, Steve! He spiked him!!Anything could be—he could be— oh god!” Lucas didn’t even know when he begancrying, he was so frustrated and couldn’t believe he was wasting so much time.Dustin had been alone and out of it with the guy for at least half an hour. Whoknows what was happening?

Luckily Steve seemed to understand and nodded solemnly,

“Get in,” he said, beeping the car open and speeding off assoon as they were both in. He inputted the directions into the satnav. Lucas reluctantlywent back to Dustin’s texts

10.13 – Dustin: Sorry, I sosrry, so sorry,. ‘’; I cahkgkn’t

10.13 – Dustin: u wer rit; I sorry ii lovv . I cant ;’kgkjl

“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling more frustrated tears comepouring out, “fucking fuck,” he slammed his hand on the dashboard.

“Lucas, we’ll get there. He’ll be alright.”” Steve said, hisvoice calm and steady, contrasting his death grip on the steering wheel. Lucasdidn’t believe him.

“This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have let him go. Stupid,stupid, stupid,”

“Hey, hey listen up shithead. Did you spike him? No. so stopthat self-blame shit, cause that’s not helping him right now.” Lucas’ mouth slammedshut and he nodded. Steve was right. Focus on Dustin.

They got there, and Lucas was tumbling out of the doorbefore the car had even come to a full stop, he distantly heard Steve reprimandinghim but just ran forward into the house, ramming the door with his shoulder. Hejumped back as pain flared up in his arm, but only took a moment to recover beforehitting it again and again.

“Shit, Lucas, step back,” Steve said, when he’d finallycaught up, pushing Lucas back and picking the lock.

They ran in to find a shirtless guy standing in front of thefridge, holding a bowl of grapes. Lucas felt anger flare up in his gut as hetook in his dishevelled hair and unclasped jeans. The guy frowned when theywalked in, taking a step back,

“Who the fuck are you? Why are you in my house?” He asked,

“Dylan Ffion?” Lucas asked, stalking towards him. The guy shrugged,dropping the grapes and crossing his arms defensively,

“Who’s asking?” Lucas reared back and decking him across theface. Groaning when he pulled his shoulder more and bruised his knuckles, thepunch wasn’t as hard as he would have liked but the shock factor helped him asthe guy flew back, clutching his nose. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Where’s Dustin?” he asked coldly, the guys eyes widened in realisation,but he quickly schooled his expression, grabbing a cloth to catch the bleeding.

“fuck! What are you a jealous ex? I don’t have to tell youshit about his dating life,” dating life,Lucas felt disgust grow in the pit of his stomach.

“Look, you fuck, Dustin texted me saying you drugged him,you piece of shit, so unless you want me to leave and go straight to thestation, you’ll tell me where he is and pray to God I find him in a decent condition.If I find that you’ve harmed a single fucking hair on his head, I’ll skin you.”He reeled off, stepping into the other guys personal space. He seemed tofinally be understanding how serious the situation was and began stutteringthrough an excuse.

“n-nah dude, you’ve got it wrong. I was j-just helping him. Hehad too much to drink and…” Lucas scoffed rolling his eyes and grabbing Dylan bythe collar, cutting off his spiel,

“Where. Is. he?”

“Upstairs, first room on the right,” he choked out just as Stevewas pulling Lucas off him,

“Dude you don’t wanna get done for assault, go get him. I’lldeal with this shithead,” he said, shooing him upstairs. Lucas heart was in histhroat as he ran up and to the room Dylan had said, he bit his lip when he sawDustin, passed out on the bed. He could almost pretend he was asleep form thisfar away, but upon approaching him he could see the faint tear tracks on hischeeks. His heart was in his throat as he approached the bed.

“Hey Dusty,” He said, gently shaking him, “Can you hear me,love?” Dustin groaned on the bed, his eyelids flickered, and his fingerstwitched. Lucas took his hand tightly, feeling his eyes tear up, “C’mon baby,wake up please,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his knuckles with his thumb. Allhe got in reply was another groan. He ripped of the blanket, cringing when hesaw his boyfriend was just in his underwear,

“Shit, Dust, where are your clothes?” he asked quietly,looking around the room. He grabbed a dressing gown, wrapping Dustin in it andpicking him up. On his way out, he noticed Dustin’s jeans on the floor, andgrabbed them as well.

“Steve can I have your keys?” he asked as they walked by theliving room.

“Fuck” Steve uttered when he turned around and saw Dustin inLucas’ arms, “Of course,” he threw him the keys and all Lucas could think as hemade his way back to the car was that he let his happen.

“Never again,” he whispered, kissing Dustin’s forehead, “Neveragain,”

lmao sorry for the shitty ending

send me a word (or phrase) and an IT ship and I’ll write u a drabble//headcanon for it :)