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junhui-png · 1 year ago

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puppy love ⌦ .｡.:*♡

mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL)

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: uhmmm hiii idk what this is I got rlly bored so yeah LOLL if you read this I hope you enjoy and I’ll try and update like every other day hopefully 😽

‼️disclaimer: this is not proof read so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes ‼️

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

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you were always quiet, even when you were a kid. Because of this, you had very few friends and very much struggled to make new ones. Throughout Middle and Highschool the only thing you could do was to stuff you face into books to pass time. Eventually, you being a loner helped you to getting into your dream college. You thought you would be fine all by yourself at your new university, getting a degree in Creative writing, but hell you were so far from the truth. You thought you could just ignore everyone around you and just keep your head low but god was that somehow ten times harder now that you had entered college. Soon enough you had been paired with a man in your Journalism class names “Jeon Wonwoo” You didn’t know anything about him, you didn’t know anything about anyone there actually. He has Black somewhat messy hair and a pair of black glasses to compliment his hair. Both of you were introverts so the first week of the project was painfully awkward but as the next few weeks flew by, you had successfully made you first ever friend in maybe 10 years? You weren’t even sure. Once you had finished the project (and of course gotten an A) you and Wonwoo stayed in touch and talked frequently inside and outside of class. Till he offered to invite you to meet his study group. You were of course hesitant but you ended up going and just like that you had made another 5 friends and then because of those new friends you met new people and became their friends. Before the semester even ended, you new basically everybody on campus.

——present timez————

“you finished the essay Mr.Marten assigned” Minghao askes you, slightly shifting in his seat to get a better look at your computer screen “yeah basically” you simply reply “well then…” You noticed Minghao had been really fidgety ever since you both had entered the library, which isn’t how he normally is, meaning something’s up. “You ok? Something’s bothering you, right? You turn your body to face him and his body seems to relax just a bit “ok so… I kinda..maybe, possibly told soonyoung that you would come to the party he’s hosting tonight” Minghao keeps his head slightly down “Minghao..” you sigh, slumping back in your seat. You rarely ever went out, only when it was some sort of special occasion but besides that you basically just stay in your dorm or at a library or cafe. “I know I know” he says apologetically “You never go out and I swear your gonna go insane if you don’t go out once in a while” you chuckle a little at his stupid reasoning “still I should have told you I just wasn’t thinking and now Soonyoung is all excited about you coming and I just felt bad telling him, you know?” You nod, “I guess I’ll go” you let out another tired sigh as you pack your things “really? Damn ok I didn’t see that coming” Minghao laughs, getting up from his seat “I’ll see you later than” He smiles and you smile back at him before he walks out of the cafeteria and you finish packing your things.

It’s about 7:30 when you leave your dorm and get an Uber over to Soonyoung’s house. You were dressed up for once in a while, wearing a grey denim tube top with matching jeans paried with black boots and a black bag. “It’s my first and probably last time going out for this month, might as well just go all out” is what you thought to yourself while getting ready, but now in front of Soonyoung’s house you gravely regretted your stupid decision “Y/NNNNNNN!” Seungkwan yells your name from the entrance of Soonyoung’s house “hi Seungkwanie” you giggle patting him on the back “I didn’t think you would come!” He says all giddy “A promise is a promise” you give Minghao a dirty glance, which he catches and throws you an apologetic look before rushing of to get another drink. Seungkwan leads you to the couch and plops down next to you “do you want anything to drink?” He asks and you take a moment to think about it before just saying “fuck it” and asking him to bring you whatever he’s getting and he nods, leaving you on the couch with some other girls. Your not left alone for long until you hear someone call for you “Yoo! Your Soonyoung’s friend right?” A tall man with black hair and a stunning face. “uhm yes” you responded nonchalant “You don’t know me but I’m Kim Mingyu, Graphic design major” Mingyu sticks his hand out for a handshake “I’m y/n, Creative writing major” you shake his hand, giving him a slight smile and he returns it. “Anyways imma get straight to the point. I’m interested in you. You caught my eye earlier and asked around about you and they said you were close to Soonyoung, and im also his friend and I’ve never seen you before, so I wanna be friends” The man says bluntly. Mingyu’s sudden “confession” Has your head spinning, searching for some sort of response “uhm ok..?” Is all you manage out but he seems satisfied with your answer “Alright, then go out with me this week” again this man and his blunt statements have you so lost and you can’t even bring yourself to say anything before he says “of course with Soonyoung, and Minghao and everyone” Your face gets a little hot realizing he wasn’t asking you out but in fact his grammar just sucked and you misunderstood him and he definitely got what you were thinking “You thought I was asking you out, didn’t you?” He says with a sly smile “whatever” you roll your eyes, hearing the man’s giddy laughter “IM BACK SORRY” Seungkwan squeezes through the crowd, two bottles of beer in his hand “some guys back there were CRAZY drunk” he sighs, slumping down next to you and placing the drinks In front of you. “Drink up!” Seungkwan lifts his cup up for a cheer.

“Damn girl you didn’t even drink that much” One of you girl friends, Yunjin says, trying her best to keep you up. It was well known in your friend group that your alcohol tolerance was basically 0 and that’s also another reason you didn’t go out much “CAN SOMEONE TAKE HER HOME!” Yunjin shouts over the crowd but to be met with no answer “I can!” Mingyu’s booming voice is easily heard over the loud music “Omg great thank you so much, I’ll text you her address” Yunjin pats Mingyu on the back before rushing back to the lively party, leaving you with him “let’s go then” he puts his arm over you as he helps you out of Soonyoung’s house and into his car. “You know, I think I should go out more” you proudly announce “Then take my over and have dinner with me and the rest of the group” Mingyu chuckles, starting the car “Ok!” Is all you chirp before you completely knock out.

“I swear to god y/n you better get up right now” you best friends voice echo through your foggy mind “what..” you mumble, the warm sun hitting you through the windows. You were now in your dorm room completely changed. “What happened..?” You scratch your head, still trying to process your surroundings “You tell me!” You roommate, Minnie exclaims “you tell me why, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, looking the WORST I could ever have looked someone knocked at our door and it was the most ANGELIC BEAUTIFUL SUN KIST Man I have ever seen, holding you bridal style!” Minnie exclaims once again “I WAS WEARING A FUCKING HELLO KITTY SHEET MASK” Minnie cringes at the memories of last night “damn..” you mumble, giving her a somewhat apoplectic look “ugh it’s whatever, he said you were drunk and he was just dropping you off and he brought you some medicine as well so take that before you leave” Minnie sighs, leaving you alone in your room “what the fuck is happening”.

You change into a pair of grey sweatpants and a beige like hoodie with your hair up in a ponytail “Sorry for all the trouble last night” you said, even thought you couldn’t recall anything after you had entered Mingyu’s car you knew you had probably brought hell down on Minnie night care routine “it’s fine, just take your medicine before you leave” She places the medicine on the counter before heading back to her room. You take the medicine with some water before putting on your shoes and grabbing your bag “OK BYEE LOVE YOUU” you shout before leaving the house. You rush down to campus and into your next class just a minute early “You feeling ok?” Wonwoo asks you “I feel horrible” you sit down next to him, placing your stuff down next to your seat. The entire class was just a bunch of yapping you couldn’t pay attention to because, one you were too tired and two, you were still trying to remember literally anything from last night. “You have the address right?” Wonwoo’s sudden question pulls you out of your trance “Huh??” You mumble with a confused look and Wonwoo face also molds into a confused one “For dinner..?” He tries clarifying but you still don’t seem to get it “the dinner plans??? Me, you, mingyu, Soonyoung, Joshua, Seungkwan and some other guy?” Wonwoo tries again and it finally clicks, but why was he asking you “I know what your talking about but I’m not going?” You say “really? You said you were going?” Wonwoo says and that’s when you finally remember some of last night “OH SHOT! Mingyu told you that right?” You ask and he simply nods “So you are going” he asks again and you let out a sigh “yeah..yeah I’m going” you’re tired of going back and fourth so you just let it go “ok cool! I’ll text you the address!”

The rest of the day was boring, nothing special just the usual classes than group studying, solo studying and some “HI’s” and “How are you’s” here and there. Once you had finally finished your classes for the day, you return home to get ready for the dinner. You wear a simple black short-ish dress with a black leather jacket and the converse (didn’t feel like wearing the boots) “You’re going out?” Minnie peaks through your door and examines your outfit “you look nice” she smiles “thank you” you smile back “I’ll be back at maybe 9?? 10? Not sure but I’ll text you ok?” You tell Minnie and she nods “I’m probably gonna go out later, anyways have fun!” She calls out as you shut the door. The restaurant was only a 5 minute Uber drive and you also weren’t the only person arriving at that time “Hey” Mingyu says, almost creeping up behind you. You hadn’t talked to him since Soonyoung’s party and all though nothing happened you felt awkward, like you were meeting him for the first time all over again. “Hi” you reply “And uhm sorry for the trouble I caused the day before yesterday” you and Mingyu both walk into the restaurant and spot Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan at a table “don’t sweat it, it’s what friends are for” he chuckles, leaving you behind and rushing over to the table we’re your friends had been seated. Friends is what he called you. Could you two really be friends if you had just met the other day? “Y/N sit over here!” Joshua’s calming voice calls out to you “mhm!” You responding rushing over to the table and taking a seat next to Joshua. You guys talk a bit while waiting for appetizers when Mingyu says something that catches your attention “coups said he’s outside right now” “finally god damn” Soonyoung chuckles and the rest laugh “who’s “coups”?” You ask “one of my friends, I invited him today” Mingyu says and you nod. “Sorry I’m late guys!” A voice from the entrance calls out. Everyone turns around, including you to see a familiar face “COUPS! What’s up man!” Choi Seungcheol “omg..” at first you weren’t sure but now you were a hundred precent sure that was Choi Seungcheol “Seungcheol?” You mumble, in case you were wrong. The man’s eyes shot up to you and they almost immediately soften “Y/N??” He voice changed immediately after calling your name “you two know each other???” Wonwoo asks and you slowly nod, still in awe “it’s been awhile?” He chuckles.

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part 2 coming out 01/31/24 or 02/01/24 😽

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haespoir · 2 years ago

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try again: ldh.

never not, pt 2!

⨯ pairing: ex!haechan x reader

⨯ word count: 1.4k

⨯ summary: sleeping with your ex wasn't the best idea when you're too much of a coward to face him after. thankfully, haechan's anger seems to be enough courage for the both of you.

⨯ warnings: uhmmm no content warnings that i can think of... fluff n angst is all i've got.. haechan is desperate and reader gives in easily... just like me fr

⨯ playlist: try again, jaehyun / clementine, grantperez / wayo, bang yedam / universe, thuy

⨯ extra content: part one

⨯ a/n: finally... part two is here!!! i hope you guys enjoy it.. i wanted to include more angst... but i couldn't do it. feedback is always greatly appreciated 🩵

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Waking up to an empty bed has Haechan livid, like absolutely enraged. No one could calm the male down, not that they even wanted to try. It was an unspoken rule to just let Haechan feel his emotions; the male felt everything so intensely that it was useless to even attempt to help.

He couldn’t believe it. If there weren’t bruises scattered along his neck, he would have believed it was some horribly fucked up dream. It was so cruel of you to leave him like this. Even if he had more than a few drinks the night before, he was honest and true in his intentions of wanting to talk. Maybe somewhere along the way the execution was messed up, but he was determined.

Which is why he gives himself time to cool off. Barging into your apartment when he was seeing red was not a wise decision, he knew that much at least. Haechan was not the same immature kid he was when you guys began dating, and he wanted to prove that to you.

He did.

He really did.

But old habits die hard.

haechan [1:05 pm]: i gave you three hours since i’ve woken up haechan [1:05 pm]: answer the damn phone haechan [1:05 pm]: you’re not getting off the hook that easily haechan [1:30 pm]: don’t leave me on read haechan [1:30 pm]: i know where you live you [1:31 pm]: is that a threat? haechan [1:32 pm]: it doesn’t have to be haechan [1:32 pm]: talk to me haechan [1:32 pm]: please you [1:36 pm]: tomorrow haechan [1:39 pm]: not a fucking chance haechan [1:40 pm]: i'm coming over you [1:50 pm]: the code is the same

You weren’t sure how you were going to prepare for this one. The walk of shame out of Haechan’s room was already enough emotional torment for the day. You weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t think of a single excuse, and you knew Haechan was ready to eat you alive.

Before you can even stop it, the tears begin to pool. You don’t even attempt to fight it as you sit on your couch, the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks. How did you tell your first love that you were a coward? How did you tell him that you loved him so intensely it scared you? At some point during your first year of college, you had begun to spiral when every icebreaker in a class involved Haechan.

What do you like doing?

Hmm, you usually watched your boyfriend's game with his friends.

Who’s your closest friend?

Oh easy, Haechan.

Girls night?

Sorry, you were hanging out with Haechan.

Being so dependent on him was terrifying, but you knew that you couldn’t stop. So you had to cut him off; there were probably better ways to go about it, but you didn’t give it much thought.

It was so unfair to him.

You can’t even begin to fall down that rabbit hole because there’s a sudden pressure on the couch next to you. Haechan was faster than you thought; in fact, it was probably a record speed for Haechan to arrive somewhere. He was someone who enjoyed being fashionably late, anything to make a grand entrance. However, for once, he decides to enter quietly. After all, the fact that the code to your apartment was still his birthday was something that he hoped had more meaning than just being a memorable set of numbers.

“Why are you crying?” You flinch visibly at his tone. You remind yourself that you did this to yourself. Haechan had months of pent-up frustration, and you were prepared to take the entire thing.

That was a lie, by the way.

Because you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. “Do you want a snack? I bought some clementines recently.” You’re deflecting; you both know it. Without giving him a chance to even reply, you rush to the kitchenette in your studio apartment. Once you’re far enough, you steal a glance at Haechan.

Seeing him spread on your couch like that squeezed your heart in ways you could not describe. He looked like he belonged there, like there was no place in the world better than your couch in your small apartment for him to be. Even now when you feared that this would turn into a screaming match and that you both would be left with a hurting heart once again, you knew that you would always love the man who sat in your living room.

He was your universe, your everything. The fact that two years had gone by did not change the connection between you two. It was like you had never left his side; you were his perfect puzzle piece.

And you prayed, as you gathered a few clementines and a plate, that you hadn’t ruined it completely.

Once you’re seated next to him again, you allow yourself the small distraction of peeling the citrus for him. Without realizing it, you’re both sitting in silence; you’re peeling the small fruit and handing each piece to Haechan. It’s like you’ve fallen into a familiar routine. He takes each piece of fruit without much thought, savoring the tart flavor. He swears it tastes best when you’re peeling it for him, even going as far as to remove the pith for him. He always complained that the small strings were too bitter. Someone as sweet as him shouldn’t be eating it, you used to say.

Unknowingly, Haechan’s anger seems to disappear as the nostalgia creeping through his body appears. After all, he was always him when he was with you.

“Why did you do it?” His voice is small when he speaks as if eating had drained him of all the anger coursing through his veins.

“I had to. You consumed my every waking thought,” you reply, feeling the tears beginning to well up. “It’s such a shitty excuse, I know. But I should not be in my general ed classes thinking of marrying my high school sweetheart.” Your attempt at a joke is poor because it’s true. That was something you both knew; there were many nights where you two had laid in his bed, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders as you discussed married life.

But when you realized just how deep you were, you became scared. Terrified. It was so overwhelming to be in love with someone like Donghyuck. The fear of the unknown had beaten you down.

“That’s so unfair, and you know it,” he says in disbelief. So he was right last night. “I had spent so many months thinking I did something wrong; that there was something wrong with me. You made me think I was unlovable.”

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words. Had you done that to him? How could he even look at you right now?

“Oh, Hyuck,” you sniffled, letting his nickname slip into your vocabulary as if it had never left. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your hands are cupping his face, wiping the tears that spilled from his eyes. Your fingers smelled of citrus as you wiped his tears. At that moment, your love was an offering of your soul and sincerity, an act that spoke volumes to him. “Forgive me,” it declared, “I love you so dearly.”

“That has never been the case. I don’t think there’s a single person who hasn’t fallen in love with you at least once in their life.” You can only hope your sincerity reaches him.

“Well, there’s Renjun…” You roll your eyes at his attempt to be humorous, feeling a bit better knowing that whatever was going on in his head wasn’t bad enough for him to not crack a joke.

Without a word, Haechan is wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his head into your shoulder. “What about you?” he murmurs. “How many times have you fallen in love with me?”

You chew your lip, not fighting your instinct when your hands go to his hair. “I don’t think I could count,” you say. “I fall in love with you every day.”

“Even now?”

You hum, pressing a small kiss to the crown of his head. “Even now.”

That seems to satisfy him. Quickly, he’s pushing onto the couch, the plate of citrus quickly forgotten as he cuddles into your side. “We’ll be alright, right?” It’s a question, but you think it’s more for him than it is for you. You hum again, intertwining your fingers with his. “I want to try again.”

This time you don’t fight it. After all, you were his clementine. His inevitable lover.

#guys be honest #do u listen to the mini playlists... trust me its so worth it EHEH #nct #haechan #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct imagines #nct dream #haechan fic #haechan fluff #haechan angst #nct fic #nct x reader #nct drabble #haechan scenarios #haechan x reader

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solarwoniii · 2 years ago

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heyyy!! just wondering if i could request “zb1 legal line reaction to catching their s/o masturbating” hehehehheheehehe if not all goodzz 💗💗

reaction to catching you touching yourself ! zb1 legal line

smut, crack, some fluff ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky

contains ; dacryphilia, punishments, i think thats all? lmk if i missed any T^T

a/n ; THANK U FOR UR REQUEST ♡ HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS

jiwoong ;

would laugh at you but not in a cute funny quirky silly way

that low kind of dominant chuckle that makes you realise.

you fucked up.

he'd pull up a chair beside the bed and insist for you to continue in that same scary tone ur mum talks in when u forget to wash the dishes 😰😰😰😨😨

and then he'll force you to make yourself cum until you're crying while he sat there and watched because you're not allowed to stop until he says.

then he'll finally touch you.

with his fingertips.

just to fuck with you more because he's a petty little bitch

edging you until you're shaking, eyes rolling back, body arching

and then, and only then will you get to cum.

zhanghao ;

finds it cute that you think you're so big and strong now

puts ur ass in its place so fast 🫣🫣

love bites all over you

your body is his canvas and his marks are his art 😵😶

actually, this timing is perfect

he'd been waiting for you to misbehave so he could try out the new vibrator he got for you

edges you again and again, just to rip away your orgasm and have you crying

when you finally cum you both know damn well it's not over 💀 keeps the vibrator in that exact spot and refuses to move it until you cum another three times.

i'm sorry i just think mean dom hao is extremely accurate and attractive

hanbin ;

i think he would genuinely laugh at you 💀

and you would try to be mad at him for laughing at you but his stupid laugh is unfortunately extremely contagious 😭😔

when he's done laughing at you he'll come and help you

i think it would be all giggly and fluffy and cute though

and then you would cuddle naked (i feel like hanbin wld enjoy this so much during aftercare esp idk) and gossip LMFAO

matthew ;

GETS SO SHY I SWEAR JSJSJSJS

THE PERSONIFICATION OF 😳

quickly closes the door behind him before anyone else can see what he's seeing

'd-do u want me to . . .' 'o-oh ok'

he's flustered but he will help you feel good 😭

turns into a cute little mutual masturbation session after u notice the boner building up in his pants from the sight of u T^T

when you both finish he'll clean you up and then be a little cutie patootie

'uhmmm there was this disney movie i really wanted to watch with you so could we maybe do that now ? 👉👈'

taerae ;

just smiles and locks the door behind him when he realises what you're doing

'do you need my help baby?'

he'll sit beside you and replace your hand with his

helps you reach the best orgasm of your life with his skilled fingers

idk i genuinely don't think he would get mad

but he'll remind you that you can always come to him if you're feeling needy.

kisses

so many kisses

he'll give you more than his fingers after as well if you still want more ;))

ricky ;

YEAH THATS RIGHT WE'RE BACK TO PUSSY SLAPPER RICKY BECAUSE MY LOVE MIYUKI PUT THE THOUGHT INTO MY HEAD AND I REFUSE TO LET GO

when he walks in i think he'd get flustered but he'd quickly cover it up because being seen like that by you hurts his precious ego

AGAIN LOW DOMINANT CHUCKLE he takes after jiwoong because he aspires to one day be that cool and strong but u already know he's a cute little softie

'if you wanted me to treat you like a little whore you could've just said so, baby.'

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😶🫣😵😳😰😭😶

gets you up on all fours and spanks your pussy until it's swollen and dripping.

then he'll mark your body up and take photos of you for his little collection 😨

eats you out (prolly makes u sit on his face too bc he's a little freak)

#zb1 #zb1 smut #zerobaseone #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 zhanghao #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone smut #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles #zb1 smau

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blueishspace · 2 months ago

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Hero, Villain God 30

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*Grian's pov*

Well, you are not handled to deal with this, you are the god of chaos not the god of talking about your feelings... you could just ignore it and wait for Hotguy to get himself together on his own...on the other hand you don't really want to do that because it doesn't take much to know It won't work and you don't want to risk him getting worse. You even brought chocolate for him, you hear it makes mortals feel happy.

As you walk towards Hotguy's...room? You aren't sure actually, does he just live in the Hero association tower? That's...weird right?...Doesn't matter, as you make your way towards the door you see a scientist looking man knocking on the door.

The man turns, oh that's Scar's manager, you saw him on your inuguration.

"Cub Fan, right?"

"And you must be Cuteguy?"

"Just call me Grian"

"Grian it is them, call me Cub then"

...

"So, why are you here Cub?"

"Checking in on Hotguy since he's not going to take what happened lightly... You?"

"Same... brought chocolate."

"Looks like we had the same idea."

"We should go together then"

You suggest that mostlu because you are pretty sure those two are close so going in together might make this whole thing more likely to succeed.

"If Scar opens the door then...sure."

Right, the door to Scar's room is still locked. You knock on the door too... all that follows is more silence. Then some shuffling, then more, a crash of something smashing on the ground and then it finally opens... Scar's face emerges from the room.

"Uh... Grian? Cub? What are you two doing here?"

You answer before Cub gets the chance to...or tries to, he just lets you speak.

"Checking in on you, I know you wanted the inauguration thing to go well and... We even brought sweets."

"Oh! Well, there's no need for thar. I'm doing well! Great even"

You look inside, you look at the messy room and the darkbags under his eyes.

"Huh uh, are you sure?"

"Yep! Doing amazing! Bye!"

Cub puts his foot between the door and the frame stopping Scar from closing it completely.

"Scar, I've known you for years. You can't lie to me."

You add in your own comment.

"We have known eachother for a few days and even I can tell that was a lie."

Scar is silent for a few seconds and then kinda deflates into himself...like a baloon or one of those long colorful things that point at shops.

"... You're right, I'm not doing amazing...or great."

Oh wow, what a shocking revelation! Points for it taking so little for him to actually crack though.

"I just don't understand how it could have happened. I thought I made sure everything was perfect."

Well, except for knowing you were a god and were going to sabotage it using your son to help you, a rookie mistake really.

"I'm sorry Grian, I'm making this about myself but that was your inauguration and I'm moping... I can't even imagine how you feel."

Pretty good actually, you really want to say that but you do have a persona to keep up...uhmmm maybe...

"Well, I actually think it went well"

Cub and Scar both look at you in confusion, you can't blame them...it does sound crazy when said out loud doesn't it? Oh well.

"What? I just think that we showed everyone that I can hold my ground as a sidekick. That's going to do much more for public opinion then a speech."

Scar just blinks while Cub looks pensive.

"He's not exactly... wrong, the association managed to spin the Ocean Queen and Sheriff incident into good publicity I'm sure they are going to do the same for this."

Scar still looks dejected, why does he have to look so miserable? You are starting to feel bad about it, It's weird.

"...still feels like a failure."

Oh, so It's a self worth thing... You aren't good with that kind of stuff either, you are arguably even worse. Pearl would probably know what to say to him- wait, you have an idea.

"You know, you should probably go outside and take a breather, touch grass, feel the sun and all that...say, my ...sister and I are going out later. You could come along as Scar, I can introduce you as a new friend."

"I ... don't know..."

Cub, your saviour, is actually the one who encourages Scar to accept...he whispers something in Scar's ear and he brightens up a bit.

" Alright, I'll come."

"And Cub? Do you want to come with as well?"

"I can't. I have important work to do...but Scar can tell me how it goes when you come back"

That's a lie, very clearly, you don't point it out though. After all, you are a liar too, of much bigger proportions as well.

"Alright, well, I'll ask my sister then."

Dumbass: Pearl? Pearl: What do you want mate? Dumbass: are you doing anything later? Pearl: ... Pearl: Why? Dumbass: just answer Pearl: Yeah, I'm going to the mall with Scott and Cleo. Dumbass: I'm joining. Pearl: You can't just. Pearl: Join in without being invited. Dumbass: invite me? Pearl: Why do you even want to come with us? Dumbass: I told a friend I'm hanging out with you later. Dumbass: And invited him to come along. Pearl: ... Fine. Pearl: But you owe me one more explanation.

"...so?"

"She said you can come!"

#trafficblr #traffic smp #hermitblr #hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #hotguy #cuteguy #hero villain god au

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struckd0wn · 1 year ago

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HIHI UHMMM would you be willing to do an nsfw havik mk1 // ftm reader fic ?? :33 YOU CAN DO WHATEVER WITH IT REALLY UHM..

preferably bottom reader // him being possessive would be kewl THANK YOUU

All Mine ── Dairou "Havik"

➭ Havik × ftm reader

CW: cunt and pussy used, some bleeding, possessiveness

A/N: I'm doing post melted face Havik lol. Idk, I just think it's kinds hot... 🙈. Tried to fill in the backstory as to why he was being so possessive and might not be exactly lore accurate but I tried my best lol. Technically an AU???? Idk really (havik trying to turn Orderrealm into chaosrealm ig). Hope you like ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Havik has tooken you back to his home in Seido, where he leads a rebellion against the overbearing government of Orderrealm. His regime has taken over a township of Seido where they plan their crusade. The town has no rules, no laws, just totally freedom which they don't get from their home originally. Havik, although an anarchist leads them (until a revolution), so he doesn't suspect their behavior when he brings you around.

It's your first time being showed around the place, Dairou allows you to explore freely, following close behind you. You're surprised to see the condition most of the townsfolk are in. Beaten up and scarred, bloodied and bruised. Your lover had already explained to you how there is really no law here, he just leads them to eventually overtake Seido. So everyone is pretty battered from fights and other things, sorta like a way to relieve stress after being under such strict rule.

But just as you gawk at them they gawk at you. You're pristine, not one bruise on you. Well.. Maybe a couple from Dairou but nothing too serious. You look different too, I mean you're still human clearly, but it doesn't take them long to figure out you're from earthrealm. The way you dress and talk really says it all.

Havik watches angry as his followers flawk around you curiously, checking out the shiny new toy from earth, and you are painfully unaware. He fights the urge to kill the man that gently places his hand on your lower back. "What's someone like you doing here," The man asking, flashing a grin that's missing a few teeth. "Looks like you need to be roughed up." He's teasing you, Dairou almost steps in but doesn't when you politely refuse, telling him you're actually here with your lover. The man turns to see Havik following close behind, glaring angrily at the man.

The whole day goes like this, people coming up to greet you, for good and bad. Some genuinely curious and other with darker thoughts in mind, thinking how fun it might be to corrupt a mere earthrealmer. So by the time the two of you get home Havik is seething. You barley make it through the huts opening before he's pulling you twords his bed. You laugh playfully, asking why he was so eager. Dairou doesn't answer, sliding his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides with his calloused hands.

You try to ask him what's wrong but he's already pushed you onto his bed, his hands continue to roam underneath your top. He licks the side of your neck, relishing in he way you moan when he rubs you hardened nipples. He's frustrated with his lack of lips, wishing he could litter you with hickeys all over where people can see, maybe that way they'd know who you belong too. He chuckles lowly, knowing exactly what to do now.

"Forgive me, my love." Dairou purrs, and just as you're about to ask what for he bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder. It's enough to make you bleed and he laps it all up, moaning at the taste. You whimper slightly, the pressure of his tongue on your freshly injured skin makes you hiss. "Maybe now people won't want to play with what's mine." He mumbles, pushing his teeth against your neck to imitate a kiss.

Dairou pulls your shirt off of you, his thumbs brush at the scars just below your nipples, admiring them like always. He happy to know he's not the only one with scars. Havik licks them passionately, making you moan as his tongue teasingly flick over your nipple. His fingers hook around your waistband, pulling down both your pants and underwear slowly, causing you to shiver as the cold air makes contact with your needy t-dick. "I was bothered all day, they all couldn't keep their hands off of you." You lover rants, licking a long strip from your bellybutton down to you needy hole. You try to tell him that it was nothing and that you're sure they were just being nice but he cuts you off when he pushes his face into your dripping cunt.

A moan it ripped from you as his proceeds to fuck you on his tongue. Your hands tangle through his hair, pulling him impossible closer. Havik groans lowly, the vibration of it makes your eyes roll back. He's especially good with his tongue, he's learned to please you without his lips, and god did he learn well. Just as your hips begin to rock against his face he pulls away, laughing softly as you pathetically whine for more. "Don't worry, I'll have you screaming just from my cock in a second," he teases, standing to pull down his pants, your watch as his hard cock springs up, the tip beaded with precum. "That way everyone can hear how good I make you feel." You scoff, watching as Dairou positions himself between your legs. He'll make sure you'll regret that.

Havik bottoms out instantly, sighing at the feeling of you velvet walls, smirking as you groan and grip the sheets. His pace is awfully slow, but each thrust it hard and knocks the air out of your lungs. He lifts your legs over his shoulders before leaning down into you, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into your wetness. Your greedy cunt squeezes around his dick, covering it with your arousal. You beg him to go faster and of course he obliges, speeding up at you request. He watches your every expression, proud of himself when he hears you moan. You try to express your need to keep it down, seeing as it's not like a house on earthrealm with walls no one would really hear you through, instead in a large hut stationed in the epicenter of the town. Dairou can care less, and if anyone had something to say about it he'd kill them himself.

He presses his teeth against your sweating forehead, humming softly as you beg for release, and he let's you, your legs shaking as you moan. "Mm, you feel so good. Look at how you suck me in even after all that," He pulls away, letting your legs fall to rest around his waist. Havik still fucks you, ignoring you overstimulated whining. "You keep whining but look, your body yearns for me. It's ok, I'll help you feel better." You face burns hot at his words, watching him lick his teeth, like he's about to devour you. You've failed horribly at trying to keep quiet and that only encourages your lover to keep going.

Dairou's hands never leave you body, squeezing your thighs between his large hand, resting the other on your stomach where he can feel himself inside of you. He wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, your a complete mess underneath him. The sight of you wrapped snuggly around his cock brings him to his end. He cums inside of you, pulling out to pump the rest out onto your stomach. His eyes are shut, jaw clenching as he moans for you. Just as you're about to doze off he pushed his length into you again, fucking his seed deep inside of you.

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You swear it's been hours at this point, and Dairou is relentless. He's made you cum at least 5 times and he's only on his second. With each orgasm the more loud you become, the more sensitive you feel under his muscular body. "Just one more, can't you do that for me?" He asks sweetly, as if he's not gonna make it happen anyway. You nod you head, not even sure if you fully comprehend what he said, your brain effectively turned to mush.

Your boyfriends thumb rubs at you throbbing cock, your back arching off of the mattress. You cry desperately as he fucks you, screaming his name as it all becomes just to much. His breathing is heavy, jaw hung open as he takes in as much air as he can. Havik moans as he feels your abused pussy spasm around his cock, a mix of his and your own cum make a mess of your thighs and his lower abdomen. "Yeah, good boy, just like that, cum on my cock. Your perfect, perfect for me. " His head falls back, large hands gripping the fat of your hips as he finishes for a third time, praise pouring out of his mouth.

You whine softly, watching as he pulls himself away from you. Your cunt clenches around nothing, dripping with his hot cum. Dairou rolls over onto his side, pulling you into his chest with big arms. You can feel the bite marks of your neck beginning to bruise over, hissing when he pseudo-kisses it. After a little while, once you've come too, you tease him about it. He scoffs, "There's nothing wrong with making sure people know what's mine." but you're positive all of Seido knows now.

He urges you to sleep, promising to carry you around all of tomorrow because he knows you won't be able to walk, at least not well. You fall asleep happily to the thought of your anarchists, anti-government, big and scary boyfriend at your aid for a whole day.

A/n: ok that's all :P, I also promised I'd right more BUT I'M SUCH A LIAR SORRY, trying to do my request now because it literally just saw them idk why I hadn't noticed so sorry if this is late :/

#ftm reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #havik x reader #sub male reader #smut #havik smut #mk1 smut

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reorientation · 8 months ago

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I'm ftm and I've been on HRT for 5 years, had top surgery and I generally pass really well. My passport says I'm male, too. But until very recently, I never even saw a real cock in person, despite being a fairly horny person - I've only had sex with two people, both afab and transmasc as well. Ironically, I was the dom-ish one in both of these relationships, too.

But... I kept spending a lot of time online browsing through humiliation and misgendering porn. Reddit, tumblr, all that stuff. I kept fantasizing about being used like that. The rougher the better. I've got so many fantasies about it.

It took me a long time to finally install grindr. First, I chickened out and uninstalled it. And then installed again. Uninstalled. Installed.

And one night, around midnight, I started writing with someone. He lived 5 minutes from me. Told me I could come for a quick discreet fuck, just that, like I'm a fleshlight. And... I did. I went out, came to his house, got bent over and for maybe 8 minutes, he fucked my pussy, groped my ass and made me feel like a toy.

I loved it.

I didn't even get to cum, obviously. He didn't even ask for my name until afterwards. And then I told him to hit me up if he ever needs to unload again. It was my first cock ever, first one I've seen and first one I've let inside my most private parts, and the first cock even saw me as a fleshlight because that's how I advertised myself.

I kept grindr on my phone after that. I'm not using it too much, but it's there, waiting for me. And I did have a few more encounters after this one. I guess it awoken the slut inside me...

While this first guy used a condom, I was quick to find a second one. And I was so horny that I let him cum inside me (he even took some pics). I'm not on any contraception apart from T, which isn't contraception, and I'm scared like hell of getting pregnant. So afterwards, I had an awkward pharmacy talk, because I came in and said 'I need emergency contraception', they asked if it's for me, they stared at me and said 'it's for females'. I didn't sleep at all this night (because he was too busy with my body...) and I stood there like a dumb bitch for a few seconds while the guy (he came with me) said 'he's female' and that unlocked something in my brain and I said I'm trans.

Today, I might get fucked raw by another guy again. I had enough brains to get on birth control after that awkward pharmacy talk but apparently not enough brains to stop offering my cunt to strangers...

Oh also it's the ftm who just send you a long ask about fucking people from grindr and having an awkward pharmacy talk and possibly fucking another stranger tonight, I thought I should add some kind of name so you know who I am so uhmmm I guess my deadname would be a good fit and knowing you know it along with the fact that I'm offering my pussy to strangers will be kinda hot. So hi, I'm Alice uhh, and nobody used this name for me in years...

🎵One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small 🎵

Except for you, Alice, I suppose it's "keeps you small" - without that little pill, you might already be swelling. 🖤

Sometimes things happen very fast, don't they? You hadn't even seen a cock in real life, for all those years, and then just a few days after you sent your first Grindr message, you were out in public listening to the man who'd just fucked his cum into you tell a stranger that you're female.

How did it feel to have them looking at you, Alice? To feel their eyes on you and realize that they knew you had a fresh load of cum inside your pussy. To realize that after all your efforts to pass, you still ended up having to admit that you have a fertile womb, and that a real man had put his seed into it.

It felt good, didn't it? Being a cumdump, and having them know it. Being humiliated in public because you'd been so desperate to give your pussy to a stranger. Having them see right through your identity to the needy little cunt underneath.

But maybe they're not seeing through anything. You've been dreaming of "misgendering" and letting men use you as a fleshlight without even asking your name. Maybe this is your new identity - not a man, just a needy little cunt.

#kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #ftm misgendering kink #ftm girl #ftm detransition kink #ftm breeding #reor: anon life story #reor: grindr alice

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prentissluvr · 8 months ago

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i dont have all of my sam thots and dean thoughts just yet but I had to send in this bc I completely forgot about meg! sam

and its a damn shame that we didn't see more of that bc it solidified my stance on being a sam girlie

we got at least 3 episodes of demon dean (i have not seen him yet i've only heard about it) but we got like less than half an hour with meg! sam and honestly we deserved more with him

meg! sam made me feel lots of things LOLL

(i wanted to be jo SO BAD in that episode LMAO)

now i need your thots on him please :p

KJDFSJL NO BECAUSE... NOOO I CANT thinking about the amount of meg!sam edits i've seen in the past few days. thinking about the one saved in my camera roll. thinking about throwing up pissing my pants projectile vomiting and passing the fuck out. i reiterate tho, i'm normal!! i'm so so so normal and i don't feel things about it!!!!!!!

i'm honestly still like borderline unsure about how nsfw i want to get on this blog, but uhhh i'm just gonna start typing and see where my dirty fucking mind takes me!

cw : highly suggestive!! no smut, but still absolutely no minors!! MDNI!! contains condescending/mean/possessed sam, but also sweet sam too <33. use of gendered terms, but it is gender inclusive to fem, masc, and gn as much as i could make it! horrible writing it's genuinely just me going feral :))

sooo basically for me the worst (best) part of meg!sam was his voice! it's so bad (never have i ever heard anything hotter in my life). IDK I DONT EVEN THINK I CAN FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT OVER THIS NOT GONNA LIE. uhm uhhh ummmm uhhhh uhmmmm.

so basically so basically, essentially, wwowowowowowowowifjhshf alright lets focus on one thing at a time.

we'll start with that goddamn voice of his. the way it goes from teasing, condescending to deeper, more gravelly and matter-of-fact and then back to condescending LIKE WHOO IM GONNA NEED TO TAKE A LAP. idk just thinking about his large hand on the back of your head, maybe tangled in your hair if the way you wear it allows for that, and his veiny forearm visible through your peripheral vision as he says "open up.. that's a girl" like he did to jo😭😭😭 (or he's says "thaaat's it" to keep things gender neutral, dragging out the "that's" for an extra second, that extra gravel in his condescending tone).

and while this is in possessed!sam context, he'd definitely say things like that normally, i do personally envision him to be less condescending and more sincere. either way, hot as fuck if you ask me. also this isn't meg!sam, but in season seven he says "good girl" and i do listen to that clip several times a day, i am so serious when i say that and i have no shame about it!! i have daddy issues so i do not care!!! so yeah he also says good girl/boy/whatever variation you enjoy best <3 uhmmm yeah but the main point is his hot as fuck voice, right next to your ear with his breath tickling you sensitive skin. especially with that whisper. oh god the whisper😭 and along with "that's a girl," there's atta girl and he'd use that one too so i'll go die in a hole :))) but yeah he genuinely thinks you're so good for him so expect that praise, whether you want it sweet or mean.

then we also have his facial expressions!! the smirk he uses to rile you up or that he flashes you, all mean and haughty because he knows he's getting to you. the fake pity too!! lord help me, once again the utterly fake pity just falls under that condescending persona that was so hot about meg!sam. i'm just gonna use photo evidence and you can imagine him looking at you like that!! enjoy!

last thing i have to say about meg!sam is manhandling!! ahahaahahahaahahah i'm normal and okay!! (this is a cry for help i need him so bad). um yeah while i hate the context of the manhandling of jo in the episode because it's crossing so many boundaries, i will still enjoy the fact that he is hot. so yeah! have fun thinking about sam whirling you around and pinning you between his chest and nearest surface, hand on your forehead to tilt your chin up and give him full access to the skin of your neck. his other hand is pinning your wrist to whatever surface is behind you, and your own free hand is tangled in his hair and he lays wet, desperate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. that's all hahahahaha :)))) feeling so sane right now!!

#spn sam winchester #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester supernatural #sam winchester suggestive #supernatural headcanon #sam winchester headcanon #supernatural suggestive #sam winchester smut #supernatural smut #. >> mooties ౨ৎ !#. >> daisy ౨ৎ !

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jadebat7 · 22 days ago

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"you got a fetish for my love" ♡

summary: Atsumu Miya and Y/n constantly break it on and off. Atsumu, the ever toxic smug boyfriend, constantly guilt trips and bullies you. Then, comes crawling back with a half ass apology.

toxic!atsumu miya x fem!reader | home

"You should break up with him. For real, this time."

She crossed her arms, judging you. Your best friend always shared the truth. She didn't believe in sugar coating things since the only good it did was further your delusions.

It was lunch, the two of you were sitting at your usual table.

You and Atsumu have been off an on for the last 2 years. In the good times, it was amazing. Every touch brought electricity, imaginary sparks flying. In the bad times, it was... well, bad. He blamed you for everything, pushing you away and ghosting you with no rhyme or reason. But obviously it was your fault. Obviously.

Looking at your friend, you sighed. "I dunno... I think this time might be different"

"Seriously? That's what you've said the last million times."

She frowned, rolling her eyes and standing up from the table.

"If I didn't know better I'd think you like his toxic shit"

She left, not giving you any time to respond. Alone, again, you finished your lunch. On your walk back to class, a familiar set of hands covered your eyes.

"Guess whooo" You could practically hear his smirk. It pissed you off so bad, yet you couldn't get enough.

"Uhmmm, I have no clue" You lied

He removed his hands, "Yer supposed to guess"

You turned around, "I was just messing around-"

"Nah, it's whatever. It was stupid anyway"

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he looked away. You knew he was just trying to get you to feel bad for him. You hated how it worked. Why do you always fall for his bullshit?

You grabbed his arms gently, "Tsumu, 'm sorry-"

He looked at you, a frown still clear on his face. "Ya should get to class 'fore it's late."

Nodding, you looked at his watch.

"Right." Pulling your hands away, you looked at him, mouth hanging open slightly, as if you were going to say something before snapping shut and walking away.

Stupid, why didn't you just go along with his thing? I didn't know it meant that much to him, you thought.

You ignored the lecture going on in class, instead worrying, thinking about Atsumu. You always messed up with him. He always pushed you away. Just a bad day, you thought again.

After-school, you went to find him in the gym. Looking around, you found him setting up the net for practice with some teammates.

Walking over to him, you fidgeted with the sleeves of your school uniform. You heard one of the boys telling Atsumu about some crazy story in his science class today. Atsumu laughed at the story. So maybe he's in a good mood?

You tapped him on the shoulder, his smile immediately faded.

"Oh, hi, [Name]." His tone was cold, making you wince slightly.

"Uhm- 'm sorry, again... About earlier"

He looked around, rubbing his neck with his left hand, his right hand resting on his hip. He looked at the floor, his elbow falling against his chest.

"When are ya gonna stop embarrassing yerself? Ya keep following me like some lost puppy. It's annoying."

He looked at you, his face blank.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry," You bit your lip, tears threatening your eyes.

"Yeah. Thanks." He scoffed before turning to get back to setting up the net.

That night, you laid in bed regretting your small mistake. If you had known it woul-

Ding

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand. Unlocking it, you see a text from Atsumu.

Tsumu ♡

Hey Baby, I'm so sorry about today. Wanna call?

You sighed, looking at the text for a few moments before hitting the call button.

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a/n: im aware this is WILDLY out of character but I just wanted a fun little thing to write before getting to work on chapter 2 for the iwaizumi fic

also my requests are open

#haikyu #haikyuu #anime #fanfic #haikyu x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #inarizaki #hq x reader #hq atsumu

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hunzzzzz · 2 months ago

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Tell me sweet little lies: part 5

(Kendall Roy x OFC)

Summary: Diane and Kendall go out of town for a relaxing weekend. Diane puts on her investigative hat and is on the hunt to unravel the truth.

Warnings: smut / sex in the sea

A/N: 7k+ words and the plot thickens!!!!!

🦋🐬🔷🌊🧢🪼💙🫐🥏🏙️🧿🩵🐳💦🧊🥣🛝🚙

“Get off your phone,” Kendall grumbled from the driver's seat. “The person in shotgun is supposed to be the designated entertainer.”

“I’m a passenger princess,” Diane rolled her eyes, switching her phone to do not disturb mode and put it away. “There, happy? Now what?”

“Let’s play a game?” He suggested.

Diane never imagined this would be how she was spending the weekend. She had hoped that Kendall would have forgotten about his plan, she thought it was just a spur of the moment, rash decision he had made while he was pussy drunk, but he was serious enough to follow up about it the next day over breakfast. She was forced to cancel her dads visit to fully immerse herself in her backstory.

“I spy?”

“What are we, kindergarteners?” He snorted, shooting her a mocking look.

“Fine. What amazing idea do you have, Einstein?”

“Let’s play 21 questions, I feel like I barely know anything about you.”

“Mhmm,” Diane nodded, but internally she was screaming, it was getting hard to keep up with all the lies she had told him as it was. “Let’s make it more interesting. 2 truths one lie?”

“Okay, you start.”

“Uhmmm okay let me think,” she tapped her chin, “Okay, I used to have my nipples pierced, without naming any names… I have slept with a member of one direction, and.. and.. I’ve done anal.”

“I don’t think you did it right,” Kendall furrowed his brows in confusion, “it’s supposed to be 2 truths, not 2 lies, right? Am I supposed to find the 1 truth or the 1 lie?”

“Nope, I did it right. I told you 2 truths and 1 lie. And you have to determine which one is the lie.”

Kendall swallowed hard, going over Diane’s statements, “Fuck me, and here I thought you were innocent.” Fatherless behaviour, Kendall thought to himself, but he couldn’t entirely blame Diane for that given her relationship with her dad, he felt her. “I mean you really had a wild streak huh?”

“Had? Oh baby, I'm still in my wild streak. Why else would I be going to the Hamptons with a strange man?”

“Fuck you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Tik tok, tik tok….” Diane tapped her bare wrist like she had a watch, “Do you give up?”

“Uhhhh, fuck this is hard. Can I just say for the record I think you’re winding me up and they’re all lies BUT gun to my head…. Then maybe the one direction one?”

“Wrong.” Diane laughed.

“Wait seriously? And just to confirm we are talking about the British boy band, yeah?” Diane nodded and Kendall looked at her and then back at the road and then back at her, his mouth agape. “Which one?”

“I can’t disclose that information.” She smirked looking out the window.

“Did you uh, sign a fucking NDA or some shit?”

“No, it’s just none of your business.”

“It was Harry, wasn’t it?”

“Nope.”

“Or that other one, with the fucking cheekbones, uhhh what’s his face— Zack? NO, Zayn!” He snapped his fingers.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“You’re unbelievable, who would’ve thought. Fucking Zayn.” He said, jealousy evident in his tone, “Wait so which one was the lie? The nipple piercing one?”

“You really think I tried anal?” She looked at him incredulously, “Absolutely not!”

“You know out of the 3 you gave me, it sounded like the most normal one.” He teased, “But you know maybe we can change that to a truth.”

“Over my dead body.” Diane smacked his arm, making him wince.

“Hey! No abusing the driver.”

“Your turn.”

“Gonna be hard to top your freak level, but I’ll try.” He teased, earning another harsh smack from her. “Uhhhh, I used to play professional tennis, one time when I was a kid I stole my mom’s favourite pearl necklace and blamed it on my brother, and uhhh— oh, I’ve never been in love before.”

“Seriously it took you that long to come with that load of crap.” She raised her brows, it was almost too easy, “The last one.”

“Oohh wrong, too overconfident sweetheart.”

“What?” Diane recalled that he was married before, there was no way she had gotten that piece of information wrong, “How is that possible?”

“Yes, I was married. No, I wasn't in love.” He answered, reading her mind.

“Then, then why did you even get married?”

“Because I loved her.” He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But you weren’t in love with her? That doesn't make any sense.”

“You’ll go through it some day and then you’ll understand.”

“Okay, so you didn’t steal your moms pearl necklace?” She clarified.

“Nope, I did do that.”

“Why?”

“I was mad at my little brother for something, I can’t even remember now. But yeah I blamed the whole thing on him. He wasn’t allowed sweets for a whole month.” Kendall recalled the memory with a grin.

“You are evil.”

“Nah, he probably deserved it. He was a little shit back then, actually still is.”

“What did you even gain from that?”

“His suffering brought me joy, and I still have that pearl necklace.” He admitted.

"So you were never a professional tennis player," Diane pressed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, right. I played a bit. I was pretty good, actually. But my dad, classic dad, didn't see the point. 'Useless sport,' he called it. 'Better off with your head up a horse's ass.' And that’s a direct quote from him." Kendall scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone.

Diane leaned in, her eyes boring into his. "Your dad seems to have a lot of control over your life."

Kendall shrugged, a practiced gesture. "It's easier to go along with it. Besides, he turns into Stalin on steroids when he doesn't get his way."

"What would it take for you to defy him? Hypothetically, of course." Diane's question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Was Kendall capable of standing up to his father? Would he protect his company's reputation, or would he blindly follow his father's destructive path?

She'd seen the interview. "My dad's plan was better," he'd said, a puppet on a string. But was there a spark of rebellion beneath the surface? Could she ignite it, turning him from a pawn into a powerful ally?

"I tried," Kendall muttered, his jaw clenching. "Didn't work."

“But the vote of no confidence was premature. I mean come on, you had one foot out the door. There was no way it was gonna work.” Diane urged him. “You need to think bigger—“

“I can’t—“

Diane and all of America saw the news when Kendall backed away from the Beat hug, “You almost had it the second time, you just gave up too early. You had a solid right hand man who had your back. You had Logan backed into a corner—“

Kendall's jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I CAN'T, OKAY? I've tried everything you're thinking and failed. I’ve exhausted every option. And I can't, okay?" His voice was a low growl, raw with frustration. “I just can’t. I don’t have any cards left to play, or a hand.”

Diane's heart pounded in her chest. She'd never seen him like this before. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to yell."

"My dad doesn't play clean," he continued, his eyes filled with a dark intensity. "If I try anything again, he'll bury me alive."

Diane knew she'd pushed too far. She'd seen the monster beneath the surface, the man trapped in his father's shadow.

"I'm sorry for being nosy," she said softly.

The car crash. The kid. His father would bury him alive with that story if he stepped out of line. It was clear that Kendall didn't have a moral compass. He wouldn't come clean about the cruise scandal - women fired, forced into sexual acts, thrown overboard. Disgusting. Diane's blood boiled. She knew she had to be the one to expose the truth, no matter the cost.

So far, she had nothing. Whispers, rumors. She needed a solid lead, a witness, something. This weekend, she had a chance. A chance to connect with Kendall, to gain his trust. To become his person.

A tense silence filled the car. Kendall stole a glance at Diane, worried he had scared her by raising his voice. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it, a silent apology.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Diane warned, her voice sharp.

“You keep forgetting that I, unlike you, actually have a full license.” he teased, a playful note in his voice.

“That doesn’t make you immune to car crashes,” she retorted, the double meaning hanging heavy between them. Kendall’s grip on her hand tightened.

"You want to drive?" he offered, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I haven't practiced in a while…." she hesitated.

“Come on, I'll help you.” Kendall reassured her, slowing down and pulling to the side of the road. “Climb over.”

“And sit where? In your lap?” She looked at him with wide eyes.

"No, the roof," he scoffed. "Come on, don't be a baby."

With a sigh, she unbuckled and shifted, settling awkwardly on his lap. "Okay, you take the wheel. I'll keep my foot on the brake," he instructed, his breath warm against her ear.

She gripped the steering wheel, her heart pounding. "What if the cops pull us over?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"They won't," he chuckled, his hands finding her hips. "Now, speed up."

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Sweetheart, you're doing 70 in a 100," he said, his voice low and seductive. "People are going to start honking. Press the gas, now."

She pressed harder on the accelerator, the wind whipping through her hair. He squeezed her hips reassuringly.

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"I like to call this place, 'The safe haven,'" Kendall welcomed Diane inside, dropping their bags in the foyer.

“It’s nice.” Diane wandered around the space, taking in the intricate details. It was a bohemian twist, with pastel blue walls, childhood photos lining the staircase, and colorful rugs adorning the hardwood floors. The cozy atmosphere felt almost lived-in, like a family had once called it home.

"Yeah, I try to bring my kids here every summer," Kendall explained, walking into the kitchen.

"If I had a place like this, I'd never leave," Diane sighed, perching herself on a barstool.

"Bar cart seems fully stocked. You want a sip of something?" Kendall rummaged through the bottles of liquor. "Before you even say it, I don't know how to make an espresso martini." He grinned at her.

"Surprise me then." Diane pulled out her phone, checking her emails. Even on vacation, work was never far from her mind. Her friends called her a workaholic, but she didn't care. Rome wasn't built in a day. Diane was ambitious, an overachiever. She was the one emailing her boss at 2 AM with new article ideas. Her colleagues might resent her, but her boss praised her in every meeting. She had tunnel vision, focused on the day she'd finally claim her throne at the top.

"You're addicted to your phone," Kendall scolded her, placing a mystery drink in front of her.

"I'm sorry I have a life," she shrugged, taking a sip. "Hmm, it's nice. Kind of like a Shirley Temple with a sour twist."

"Yeah, I had to make do with what we had," Kendall replied, sipping his whiskey.

"You know we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Well, I should hope so.” She murmured, feeling him kiss sloppily down her neck.

“Uh-huh,” he sucked on the spot behind her ear, “Just think about all the new places I could bend you over.”

“I’m a bit tired from the drive,” she mumbled, leaning back into his touch.

“You didn’t seem tired when you were grinding your ass against me in the driver's seat?”

“I was just practicing my driving, not my fault you’re so perverted.” She bit back a moan. Kendall had a way of unwinding her with his fingertips, a single touch had her forgetting her purpose. They hadn’t even been in the house for 10 minutes and Kendall was all over her like a persistent cat waiting to be fed.

“Uh-huh. Innocent is not the word I would use. And I’m sure Zayn would agree.” He nibbled on her tender flesh, “Let's freshen up, and then we can go to the beach out back, soak up Vitamin D.”

“I already get enough of it as it is.”

“From Zayn?”

“Enough about Zayn.”

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Kendall led her to their room and went to the bathroom to shower. Diane had the perfect opportunity to snoop around the house. She set a timer for 10 minutes on her phone and quickly made her way to the study, Kendall had shown her a glimpse of it when he gave her the grand house tour.

Diane tiptoed inside, the heavy wooden door creaking ominously. She prayed the shower's roar would mask the sound. She didn't know what she was looking for, but this was Logan Roy's study. Surely, there had to be something, a clue, a secret. The room was surprisingly bare. No family photos, no personal mementos. Just a sleek desk, a solitary pen, and a dusty lamp. Diane's heart pounded as she rifled through the desk drawers. The first was a bust, filled with pens and candy wrappers. The second held insurance papers, property deeds, and a stack of Forbes magazines. Useless. The third drawer was locked. She scanned the room for a key, but there was nothing.

Frustration gnawed at her. She moved to the bookshelf, running her fingers along the edges. She pulled out a few books, checking behind them, even flipping through the pages, hoping a key might magically appear.

She felt around the leather office chair, looking for a ripped seam where something could be hidden. She checked under the rug, in the flower pot, but still came up empty-handed. She wiped the dust and dirt from her hands.

Before she could search any further, her ears perked up, the water had stopped running, she didn’t even realize it. There was still 3 minutes left on her timer. She scrambled out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, there you are," Kendall appeared in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Hey, I was just trying to get some signal around here," Diane said hurriedly, waving her phone in the air.

"Huh, didn't realize we had a signal problem," Kendall furrowed his brow. "My phone's working fine."

"Yeah, my phone's a piece of junk," she laughed nervously, trying to cover her tracks.

"Well, serves you right, you're addicted," Kendall teased, stepping closer, water droplets glistening on his skin. "Maybe a weekend without your precious phone will teach you to appreciate the smaller things in life."

“Oh trust me, I appreciate the smaller things in life,” she purred, trailing a hand down his chest, “even the smallest of things…” she cupped him through his towel.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Kendall's face lit up with a mischievous grin as he lunged forward, arms outstretched.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Diane squealed, ducking under his grasp and darting into their room. The bed became her fortress.

"Scared?" he teased, circling the bed.

"Just testing your cardio," she retorted, leaping onto the bed and crossing to the other side. "Too slow!"

"Oh, I was just going easy on you, sweetheart," Kendall panted, his playful facade slipping.

He charged towards her, but Diane was quicker. She darted out the bedroom door and down the stairs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Careful, don't slip. Wouldn't want you to break your hip!" she taunted, disappearing out the back door towards the beach.

She kicked off her shoes, shedding her jeans and top, and ran into the cool water. She ventured further till she was waist deep in the water, she could hear the sound of footsteps splashing behind her. She turned, but Kendall was nowhere to be seen. Only his towel marked his spot on the beach.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her leg, pulling her under the surface. Her scream was muffled, a silent bubble in the water. Through the distorted vision, she saw Kendall's face, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity.

As Kendall pulled Diane under, a strange sense of peace washed over him. The fear that had haunted him for so long, the fear of drowning, seemed to dissipate. The ocean, once a terrifying abyss, now felt like a familiar embrace. The weight of the water, once a suffocating pressure, now felt invigorating. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the chase. Or maybe it was the sheer joy of sharing this moment with Diane. In her presence, the trauma of the past, faded into the background.

Diane broke through the surface, gasping for air. "Gotcha," Kendall emerged, with a triumphant smirk on his face, water dripping from his hair.

Before she could swim away, “Uh-uh-uh, too slow,” He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush to his body in the cool Atlantic, kissing her fiercely, a mixture of saliva and salt. In that moment, age seemed to vanish, time got lost when he was with Diane, she made the wrinkles on his forehead disappear.

He loved the way her legs wrapped around his waist with a firm squeeze. “You know, I love the ocean,” she murmured, her voice as gentle as the waves, “I’m a water sign.”

“Cancer?” he mumbled a guess against her lips, kissing down her neck. He took in her soaking wet lace bra clinging to her skin, with the ease of his hand he unhooked it and disposed of it, letting it float away with the waves.

“Pisces,” Her fingers tickled lightly at the back of his neck making him shiver.

“I don't believe in that shit,” He adjusted her closer.

She repeated it into his mouth— I love water —and the words tasted sweet and ripe, like some exotic fruit plucked just for him.

“Pisces are just permeable membranes that pensively let things flow through them,” She kissed his chin, the curve of his jaw, “like cerebral sea sponges.”

“I believe you,” he groaned as she bit and teased kisses up the side of his neck. She could tell him the sky was green and the ocean was orange and he’d believe her. She made it so easy to believe, her sweet words had him dissolving in the water, gladly becoming food for the fish and corals.

“What’s your sign,” her voice was velvety smooth, as she traced his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

“Taurus,” he grunted, slipping his hand into the back of her panties, working it lower and lower over the firm curve of her ass.

“Taurus’ are greedy,” she purred, “you indulge yourself in pleasure. Ruled by Venus, you have a lust for giving, for receiving— you want it all. It fuels you, rewards you.”

A wave crashed against them, lapping at their shoulders. Diane wriggled against him, against his hand, against the firm ridge of his cock which poked at her inner thigh.

He could feel the points of her nipples against his skin, “I’m whatever you say I am,” He slid his hand lower, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Diane gasped when his fingertips found a new wetness, viscous and hot between her folds.

He worked two fingers into her tightness as she grinded her hips against him, her head tipping back feeling the friction of his cock against her clit, the ends of her hair disappearing into the water. He leaned over kissing the smooth column of her throat, making her moan.

“You love the water,” he said, tracing his tongue over her collarbone.

Her hand trailed down his chest, disappearing between them and he nearly lost his balance when she began to rub his swollen tip.

“Yes,” she nodded desperately. “I want to swim with the sharks.” The adrenaline was still coursing through her system, she didn’t care about being seen in broad daylight. For once she was truly living in the moment, not worrying about her next move. Flowing freely with the waves.

The hollow behind her ear tasted like vanilla and honey. Kendall sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a bruise that would purple as the rest of her skin freckled and browned in the sun.

“Your earth and I’m water,” her voice was low and tidal, “we connect on the shore.”

His cock was pulsating just from hearing her swollen raspberry lips murmur horoscopes to him in the vast expanse of the sea. He felt her fingers between her legs, brushing against his own which were still buried in her. She tugged her panties to the side. He caught her drift, retreating with his hand, and plunged his hips forward, slotting himself where he belonged. He was coming home, shipwrecked.

“Fuck—ohh—I lo—” he moaned when she clenched around him. “—fuck do you love this?”

The moment the words passed his lips, he wanted to snatch them back, the words I love you were on the tip of his tongue, the one thing he couldn’t have. But in his arms, she was unbothered, rising and falling on him with the flex of her thighs, the rhythm of the tides.

There was something different about her in the sunlight, Kendall felt like he was seeing her in HD, carefree, untamed. Outside the confines of the city she was herself, this was more than just friends with benifits— they were fucking in the ocean for Pete’s sake.

He tangled a hand in her wet hair and pulled her mouth to his, grunting as she bit hard on his bottom lip and thrust her tongue past the sting.

“Diane—”

“More,” she urged, panting against his mouth. “Please.”

His hungry eyes took in her neglected breasts, nipples strawberry plump, puckered so tight they probably ached. He took her pointed bud in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it like licorice.

“Yes,” she mewled and shuddered, “Kendall, yes.”

His body rocked against hers with Bermuda level force, the chill in the water was the only thing holding him back from the edge. He squeezed harder at her breast, feeling her flutter around him.

She felt submerged in an ocean of sin. Dancing sunlight filtering through roaring waves above her head. Deep blue surrounding them on all sides. Thick, molasses leaden desire filled her lungs up.

It usually took longer, and more force, but with one last thrust, she burst, clawing at his shoulders and crying his name. Her orgasm didn’t wash over her, it yanked. Grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her feet out from under her, sending her careening into a void of white hot ecstasy that coated her like black ink. And the hot, vice-like spasms of her cunt pulled him down under the waves with her until they were both breathless and shaking.

She squeezed him tight with her trembling legs, keeping him locked inside her even as he softened. Her swollen lips brushed his once, twice, before receding like the tide. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love the water,” she murmured.

I love you, Kendall bit his tongue. Kendall was falling too fast, headfirst in the deep end. The second someone showed him a miniscule amount of kindness or care, he was under her spell, more so a curse. When someone who had never been given love or care— finally gets a crumb of it, how can they let it go. He was hers, body and soul. He could only hold her close, hoping she wouldn't slip away. That’s all he could do.

They were a few metres from shore, but Kendall wished the tide would sweep them out into the open sea, where he was always like this. In the water, carefree. Maybe she would feel the same way about him too. She loved the water, maybe if she stayed there with him long enough, she would love him too.

They stayed in the water until a while longer, in each other's warmth. As the sun began to set, he carried her to shore, her small, limp body brined head to foot in salt and sweat and life. He laid her down on his towel, letting her body dry off in the last remnants of the sun.

“Tired?”

“Not too much.” She looked up at him with half lidded eyes, “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s freshen up first.” He brushed back a piece of her hair that clung to her forehead.

As they went back to the house Diane noticed a disruption in the soil, at the base of the house a small patch of grass had been undug, and carelessly topped with soil. It looked recent as well, something in her gut told her to investigate it later.

The shower that followed took longer than expected, it began with Kendall hovering behind her in the shower, shampooing the salt water out of her hair. But ended with Diane’s back pressed against the tiles, she gulped a steam filled air into her lungs. Water cascaded down their bodies as Kendall pounded into her. His hazel eyes remained locked with hers, fingers squeezing at the skin along her thighs which were wrapped around his waist, gasping breaths mingling together.

Kendall had the sex drive of a 14 year old boy going through puberty, he had to be inside Diane, she was like the air he breathed, he had to have her in every position, taste her in every way. And Diane— she just loved the water. It worked out in both their favor.

He released his hold on one of her legs and directed her to bear her own weight. Her other leg remained hiked up over his hip. His forearm rested on the tile by her head as he leaned over her. The change in position drove him impossibly deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned.

“Fuck, you’re so good, so good for me.” Kendall groaned, say it, please say it.

“For you—” she whimpered, each slow pull along her walls knocked the breath from her lungs. The skin above his cock, firm with taut muscle, rubbed at her aching clit. Shockwaves of pleasure centered on her cunt ricocheted through her body, “only for you.” She mumbled incoherently.

A jagged groan stirred against her throat as Kendall came undone, cock buried deep and spilling inside her. His heavy head fell onto her shoulder. Heaving breaths gusted from his lips and blew the remaining water droplets off her heated skin. He didn’t even have to ask her to say it this time.

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The low hum of music filled the dimly lit bar. Soft, muted colors washed over the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. A few people were scattered about, lost in conversation or solitary sips. The bartender, a man with a weathered face and a knowing smile, wiped down the counter with a practiced ease.

Diane's gaze was drawn to a faded photograph, its edges softened by time. It was a snapshot of a simpler era, a moment frozen in amber. There, amidst a collage of memories, she saw Kendall, younger and carefree, seated in the very booth they now occupied. Beside him was another boy, his face partially obscured, but his youthful grin unmistakable.

"Is this you?" Diane asked, pointing towards it.

Kendall nodded, his eyes following hers to the photograph. He set his beer down on the table, a contemplative look crossing his features. "Yeah," he confirmed, "that's me and my brother Roman."

“Summer, 1996," she read aloud, the date etched beneath the image. "My birth year."

"Yeah, we used to come here every summer," he explained. "The whole family." He took a long sip of his beer, his gaze drifting into the distance.

In that moment, the walls of the bar seemed to dissolve, revealing a glimpse into Kendall's past. Diane, a silent observer, was transported to a time before her own, a time of carefree summers and family bonds.

Diane laughed when her eyes landed on a particularly striking photograph. A younger Kendall, his muscles rippling beneath a faded tank top, struck a pose with his brother. A backward snapback and a gold chain completed the picture of his teenage heartthrob Era.

"Oh, hello Mr. Gunshow," she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Quite a transformation."

Kendall groaned, his face flushed. "Why did I even bring you here?" he muttered, shaking his head. "This place is a time capsule of embarrassment."

"Why are there so many photos of you?" Diane asked, her curiosity piqued.

“The owner’s buddy-buddy with my dad.“ Kendall explained, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Me and Rome used to spend the day surfing, laying out by the beach and then we’d come here to lay some serious game with the ladies. It was a classic summer ritual." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Diane couldn't resist a playful snort. "And was there ever a successful night?" she asked, her skepticism evident. "I find it hard to believe that any girl would be enticed by a snapback and a tank top."

Kendall chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. "No," he admitted, "not really."

"You and your brother seem close," Diane observed, her voice soft.

Kendall nodded, his eyes distant. "We used to be," he replied, the words hanging heavy in the air. "We used to be."

Diane sensed a shift in his demeanor, a subtle withdrawal. He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his feelings towards the past. It wasn't the nostalgia of fond memories that filled his heart, it seemed like pure hatred and regret.

Diane had spent countless hours trying to chip away at that wall, to coax him into sharing his memories. But it was like pulling teeth. Every question, every gentle probe was met with a carefully crafted response, a half-truth, or a complete deflection.

Diane knew she had to tread carefully. Kendall, a public figure, was notoriously private. His guarded nature was a shield, protecting him from the prying eyes of the media, particularly when it came to his family. It was as if he had erected an invisible wall, shielding his past from the outside world. She had to find a way to break through his defenses, to build trust, without revealing her own intentions.

It was a delicate dance, a slow and steady approach. She knew she couldn't force him to open up. Instead, she had to create a safe space, a place where he felt comfortable enough to lower his guard.

"I wish I had siblings," she confessed, offering a glimpse into her own life, hoping he would take her bait and open up. "I was an only child, always begging my mom for another baby. When you have siblings, you're never truly alone."

“Not when you have siblings like mine,” he shook his head with a dry chuckle, “Enemies would be better than Shiv and Rome. At least with enemies you expect the knife in your back. You can keep an eye on them.”

"I think you're being a bit melodramatic," Diane teased, lightly bumping his arm. Little did Kendall know, the biggest threat to him was sitting right beside him, a betrayal that was far more insidious than anything his siblings had ever done.

"It was Roman who sabotaged the entire vote of no confidence," Kendall took a sharp breath, his voice filled with raw emotion. "He gave me his word and then pussied out when it mattered."

Diane fought to suppress a smile. She was gathering information, piece by piece, each revelation a jewel in the crown of her exposé. "Oh shit," she murmured, feigning sympathy. He was opening up, revealing the cracks in his carefully constructed facade.

Every detail, every vulnerability was a potential weapon in her arsenal. The first thing she learned in journalism 101 was, not every piece of information is crucial to the story, but you need background to build a story. Diane needed to know the current affairs within the Roy family before she couldn’t expose them.

"Yeah, believe me when I say, who needs enemies when you have siblings," Kendall finished his beer, his voice laced with bitterness. He stood up, signaling the end of the conversation. "Have you ever played darts before?"

Diane shook her head, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She had managed to pry open a small window into his private world, only for him to shut it down.

Kendall, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, took down the photo frame. He carefully extracted the photo, with a decisive motion, he tore the image in two, separating Roman from the rest of the picture.

"I'll teach you," he grinned, sticking the fragment of Roman's face onto the bullseye. "This can be our target."

He demonstrated his skill, launching three darts with precision. The first struck Roman's face, the second his arm, and the third found its mark on his crotch. A dark, almost sinister pleasure spread across Kendall's face.

"Try and top that," he challenged, handing the darts to Diane.

Diane took the darts, her grip tentative. She launched the first dart, but it fell short, clattering to the floor. The second fared no better, veering off course and hitting the wall. Frustration began to gnaw at her.

Kendall watched her attempts with a mixture of amusement and patience. "Relax," he advised, taking the darts from her. "You're gripping too tightly." He demonstrated, his movements fluid and effortless. "Loosen your grip, aim for the center, and let the dart fly."

With his guidance, Diane tried again. This time, she managed to hit the board, though the dart landed far from the target.

Kendall smiled encouragingly. “Better.” He moved behind her, his breath warm on her neck. His large hand enveloped hers, guiding her arm as she held the dart, his cheek pressed against hers. "Now focus on the target, align the dart with it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The dart soared through the air, piercing the bullseye.

“You’re a natural,” Kendall praised, making every hair on her body stand up. The 2 espresso martinis she had just devoured, along with the bottle of wine they had shared over dinner were all catching up to her now.

“Yeah?” She whispered. Kendall's face was still pressed against hers, it was too intimate. Too close. Too sweet for her liking yet she let herself lean back into him, pressing her ass against his front. As if they hadn’t fucked twice already, they were both desperate to rip each other cloths off.

“Let’s get outta here.” He took her wrist in his hand, dragging her to the exit.

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They lay tangled in the sheets, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on Kendall's brow. He hadn't pushed his body this hard in years. His muscles ached with a familiar, satisfying burn. Diane, with her strategic mind and seductive charm, had expertly maneuvered him to this point. She had him exactly where she wanted him— vulnerable, exhausted, and utterly captivated. He was pussy drunk.

As Kendall lay there, vulnerable and unsuspecting, Diane's mind raced. She had the perfect opportunity to strike. Now she could bend him to her will and milk out whatever she needed from him.

Diane snuggled closer, her breath warm against his neck. "You know we never finished our game in the car," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive.

Kendall's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. "Yeah, yeah, we'll finish it on the ride back," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Nooo," Diane whined, pouting her lips. "Just one more. Please?" Her puppy dog eyes were hard to resist, and Kendall knew he was already defeated.

Diane always had a way of getting what she wanted. It was a skill she had honed over years, a tool she used to manipulate and control. And now, she was using it to her advantage, to extract information, to uncover secrets.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. "I..." His voice trailed off, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I got kicked out of boarding school for starting a fight," he managed to slur out, a half-truth. "I'm infertile," he added, a darker secret slipping out unintentionally.

As he drifted off to sleep, a few more words escaped his lips. "I killed him," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "It was an accident." These words, spoken in the depths of slumber, held a chilling truth, a secret that had haunted him. Something he had never said out loud before

Diane stilled in his arms, her mind racing. The first statement, the one about being kicked out of boarding school for a fight, was a lie. She had done her research, delving deep into his past. The official report from the school, along with multiple witness accounts, painted a different picture: a young Kendall, intoxicated and reckless, had been expelled for substance abuse.

The revelation about his infertility was less surprising. While he had never explicitly confirmed or denied the rumors, his public statements about his children's births had hinted at underlying fertility issues. His adopted daughter and IVF-conceived son were clear indicators.

However, it was the final confession, uttered in the depths of sleep, that truly shocked Diane. "I killed him. It was an accident." The words echoed in her mind, confirming her darkest suspicions. She had always harbored a theory, a darker version of events, but she had hoped it was merely a figment of her imagination. She never thought he would admit to it, to confirm her worst fears.

Diane lay there, her body tense, her mind racing. Minutes turned into hours as she grappled with the weight of Kendall's confession. She had an unconscious Kendall admit to murder. But she couldn't let it distract her from her primary mission: the Cruises scandal. That was the reason she had come to the Hamptons, the reason she had infiltrated Kendall's life.

She peeled back the covers, a sense of determination fueling her. She crept out of the room, calling out Kendall's name a few times, but he was lost in a deep sleep. She threw on Kendall's oversized shirt and raced to the backyard.

Using the dim light of her phone, she used her hands to dig at the disturbed patch of soil. The earth yielded easily, and soon she hit something hard. With trembling hands, she brushed away the dirt to reveal a metal box. Inside, she found a key, a cassette tape, and a blood-stained cloth. A wave of horror washed over her. She quickly tucked the box under her shirt

Diane sat on the grass, the rhythmic crash of waves providing a soothing backdrop to her racing thoughts. Who did the blood belong to? Was it connected to the Cruises scandal or Kendall's manslaughter plotline? A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the possibilities.

She glanced at her phone, the low battery warning flashing ominously. Time was of the essence. She needed answers, and she believed they were hidden within Logan's study. With renewed determination, she made her way to the study, the key to the bottom drawer clutched tightly in her hand.

Inside the drawer, she found a file labeled "KENDALL" in bold, block letters. She couldn't simply take the entire file; its disappearance would be too obvious, indicating an inside job. However, the metal box she had found on the beach could easily be dismissed as lost or stolen.

She glanced at her phone, the battery dwindling to a mere 1%. Time was running out. She wasn't sure if she'd have another chance to return to the study and photograph the contents of the file. Just as then, a blood-curdling scream echoed from the bedroom. Fear gripped her heart as she shut the drawer, locking away the file, leaving it undisturbed.

Kendall's body seemed to sense Diane's absence, triggering a cascade of nightmarish visions. He hadn't ventured into the water since the car accident, the night he'd survived while the kid drowned. Yet, today, with Diane by his side, he'd felt a rare sense of peace. A fragile peace, quickly shattered by his subconscious. His mind, a cruel puppeteer, seized upon his fleeting happiness, twisting it into a weapon of self-torment. He wasn't entitled to happiness, his guilt wouldn't let him. The dream was a twisted reflection of reality, a grotesque caricature of the peace he'd found with Diane.

The once familiar car was distorted, the shapes warped and menacing. A sense of dread hung heavy in the air.

As he glanced at the passenger seat, a horrifying sight met his eyes. Diane was there, but not the Diane he knew. Her face was contorted into a grotesque grin, her eyes, once pools of warmth, were now hollow, black orbs. A chilling whisper escaped her lips, "Hold your breath, baby," her voice dripping with malice.

With a sudden, violent jerk of the steering wheel, she plunged the car into the dark, ominous waters. The Diane he knew, the one who brought him comfort, was gone, replaced by a monstrous figure intent on his destruction.

The water was a murky, inky black, swirling with unseen currents. Each breath was a desperate gasp, his lungs burning with the need for air. Panic clawed at him as he thrashed, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Through the murky water, he could barely make out Diane's distorted figure. Her eyes, black and lifeless, gleamed with malicious joy.

"Help me," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, Diane."

Instead of reaching out, she laughed, a high, chilling sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "You're drowning, Kendall," she taunted. "And you can't escape."

“Please,” he gasped, inhaling water.

"Drown, Kendall," she hissed. "Drown and be still."

With each passing moment, the water closed in, suffocating him. The cold, heavy liquid filled his lungs, stealing his breath. He thrashed wildly, his strength waning. In his final moments, he saw Diane's face, her eyes filled with a cold, sadistic pleasure. As the car filled with water, she slipped out, her sinister grin widening.

Diane hurried into the room, hiding the box under her pillow and rushed to Kendall's side. She shook his shoulder gently, her voice filled with worry. "Kendall, wake up," she urged.

He jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged. His eyes full of terror, darted around the room. "What the fuck?" he gasped, his voice hoarse.

He scrambled off the bed, his movements jerky and panicked. "Was that real?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Diane, alarmed by his reaction, knelt down beside him. "Kendall, it's me, Diane," she said softly, her voice soothing. She gently pried his hands away from his face.

His eyes, wide and fearful, met hers. "Are you real?" he whispered, his voice trembling. He studied her face, searching for any sign of the sinister figure from his dream. But all he saw was the warmth and concern in her eyes. A wave of relief washed over him.

"Kendall, are you okay?" Diane asked, running a hand through his damp hair. "Did you take something before bed? Xanax or something else?"

"No, no. I'm fine," he replied, his voice shaky. "I just had a weird dream, that's all."

Diane helped him back into bed, her concern evident. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, cuddling up beside him.

"No," he murmured, his eyes closed.

“Okay.” She didn’t press any further, knowing she could hear about it in his next therapy session.

The room was silent, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Kendall and Diane lay side by side, their bodies tense, their minds racing.

Kendall's heart pounded in his chest as the chilling images of the nightmare replayed in his mind. The distorted figure of Diane, her eyes devoid of life, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him. His twisted nightmare had shattered the image he had of her. Was she capable of such a horrifying act, leaving him to drown in the depths of his own fear?

Meanwhile, Diane was still replaying Kendall's confession over and over in her head. "I killed him. It was an accident." And then there was the box, the tape and the bloodied cloth. She couldn't confront him about it without revealing who she truly was, her ulterior motive. But she also couldn't hold it in much longer.

As the night wore on, the silence between them grew heavier. They were both trapped in their own thoughts, unable to escape the darkness that had crept into their lives.

#kendall roy masterlist #kendall roy smut #kendall roy #kendall roy fan fiction #Kendall Roy x OC #kendall roy fic #kendall roy imagine #succession #succession hbo #succession fanfiction #Kendall Roy succession #hurt/angst #Kendall Roy depressed #kendall roy ao3 #kendall roy ao3 fic #tell me sweet little lies

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your-goth-sis · 2 years ago

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Hey! Found your blog and I've been eating all of your cannons! Love them!!

I was wondering if I could request one with all of The Legion members x Fem!Reader? The reader is new to the fog, shy and oblivious, and mistakes the legion for survivors, treating them kindly. Shes also plus sized and not very athletic, so shes worried about her survival (maybe she gets bullied and they kill for her type of thing? Like shes the baby of the group).

(something fluffly and romantic?)

Please feel free to ignore if your not inspired by it! ❤️ Oh and feel free to change anything!

I'm.. Actually so happy to hear that because I feel like my hc's are all terrible XDDDD I'll make this a oneshot because Idk how I'd write it as a hc but ANYWAYSSSS here you go ❤️

You were new to the fog and had no clue what was happening lmao. You were in your 2nd trial and saw it - - a man with a mask. You figured it was a survivor with a mask. You tug at his hand "... Hey, do you know who the killer is?" you asked innocently. He turned and looked you up and down "Do you realise I'm the killer?" he questioned, folding his arms.

"OHHH"

"Yeah"

"..."

"So you're not gonna run?"

"Nope!"

"k"

~~~

Quite some time passed since you've befriended Frank and eventually the rest of the Legion.

One day, Susie walked in on you getting fat shamed for obviously being plus-sized. She immediately downed said person and watched them bleed out with you.

And another day in particular, you were with the rest of the Legion at Ormond. You played with the hem of your shirt as the Legion talked.

"Hey, say something, n/n (nick name)" Julie said from beside you.

"uhmmm I.." you just looked down.

"Cute" Joey mumbled.

"Hands off, she's mine" Frank joked.

You blushed, embarrassed and flustered.

An arm wraps around you "She really is adorable!" Susie pokes your cheek.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Frank questioned, knowing something was up.

"I'm concerned for my survival, I mean, I can't run fast and I'm plus sized sooo..."

"You'll get the hang of it, not everyone here started off as Usain Bolt, y'know?" Joey chuckled.

You smiled, feeling better ".. Thank you"

~~~~~

Today was the day. You were going to ask Frank out.

You got to be the last survivor with him, as he was giving you hatch, you spilled it all

"FRANKIREALLYLIKEYOU" you slammed your hand in front of your mouth. He started laughing really hard "That's so cute", to which you blush in response.

He lifted your chin and BOOM, sparks flew as he kissed you.

He smirked down at you "Now no one will dare to touch you now"

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #legion x reader #dbd legion #julie kostenko #susie legion #susie lavoie #joey legion

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bangsinc · 2 years ago

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Are we allowed to ask for some BTAS!Scarecrow x Reader? That character definitely deserves more love! But I totally get it if we can’t!

🎃More Scarecrow x Reader (HCS)🦴

UHMMM YES! I’m gunna be super honest, I’d much rather write for BTAS than Spider-Man.. this makes me very happy :3 I love Batman.. he’s my meow meow,,

Also I agree! Nobody writes for him (I kinda wish someone wrote for a goth reader w him too ngl)… no warnings! Also I wrote a lot,,, sorry. I GOT SO EXCITED TO WRITE ABT BTAS

Jonathan Crane was a man of many faces. He’d been a professor, a villian, but never a lover. He’d never dabbled in the dating scene for many reasons. He’d never been considered attractive for one, and additionally, his chosen profession, age, and introverted nature seemed like major obstacles in the pursuit of romance.. To think he could still make someone swoon for him was almost flattering, although he’s not sure what to make of it.

After the initial first meet, he can’t seem to stop thinking of you. Your memory lingers in his mind like a song stuck in his head. Your voice was a melody only he felt he should be able to cherish, and your voice provided him with the upmost comfort. He felt rather out of your league.

His mind and morals seem to get the better of him in this situation. He truly has no man or woman he can turn to in such a time of desperation, as he’d closed himself off from mostly everybody. His own mind became a mentor, and he decided to follow its adivce well.

He begins, slowly, to go out of his way to see you. He’s quiet and especially cordial, not used to being on the end of starting a conversation.

He’s a highly manipulative man, and is willing to twist any and every story to make himself seem favorable in your eyes, even if it means having to tell the truth later and face your upset. Initially, he doesn’t care how it might make you feel. He has someone to finally confide in!

His students, for the most part, notice his change in demeanor. He was an older man—rather quick to anger—who’d they’d figured lost the spark he initially had in his job. To see him suddenly have this remarkable pep in his step almost makes them uncomfortable.

The more your newly found and unexpected friendship progresses, Jonathan finds himself unintentionally opening up to you more and more, spilling facts about both him and what interested him in his profession. After all, he figures that you’ve shown your interest in him courting you, and this certainly wouldn’t harm your relationship. He keeps this side of him hidden at first—as one would—worried he’d regress to his younger years and scare you away.

The most suprising part about this new friendship is how much he trusts you, however. He’d initially thought of himself as closed off, and if anyone were to try and come close he’d simply push them away, but he doesn’t mind physical contact.

Your fears are of upmost interest to him, and there comes a point in his relationship where he dares himself to ask you about them. He’d never experiment on someone close to him, but, at the end of the day, that’s simply what he tells himself to quell his ever present anxieties. Scarecrow is always a painful hum in the back of his mind.

A confession with him could go many ways. If he were the one to confess his feelings, it would take years. He’d need to know truly know you and your character. Your personality thick and thin, your downsides and upsides, your interests and hobbies.. hed need to be able to recite anything about you from memory, and have an almost spiritual bond in that sence.

A setting for him would also be rather specific. He isnt fond of the rain unless a thunderstorm is in its wake—a common fear—and he certainly isn’t a fan of sunny and warm weather.. fall would be perferred. Perhaps a rather warmer day of fall, the leaves a golden brown and bright yellow. Perhaps he’d take you to a park, or maybe you’d both find someplace nice and isolated to sit. The sun would barely shine over the pearly white clouds, creating a slightly dim atmosphere. An atmosphere he felt the most comfortable in

He’d be more significantly more quiet the day he confesses to you. He has no intention to go on a mindless rant, and he looks incredibly nervous and uneasy. He wasn’t used to feeling nervous, if anything he had figured those emotions were something he controlled and could control on others.

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🎃Post Confession:

You wouldn’t be reading this if you rejected him, so let’s just go to the dating Headcanons! I have a lot for post Scarecrow Jon too, don’t worry, this all isn’t going to be professor Crane lol.

He is undeniably a sentimental lover, his emotions in a constant state of flux. He’s very doting, very gentle and—suprisingly so—very touchy.

Constant, maybe even unintentional touching. A hand on your thigh, or one on top of your hand as you sit together. There seems to always be a contented smile on his face in moments where it’s only you.

Of course, he wouldn’t have become the Scarecrow if he didn’t get fired from his previous job for his malpractice. His initial reaction was fury, and while he tried to contain the pent up emotions and bitter hatred he held for the Dean of Gotham university after the confrontation, he needed someone to talk to.

Hes headed straight to your abode, not without multiple texts and calls, him frantically panicking and shouting about how all of his hard work and research was spent at a place he wasn’t appreciated at… he was leaving details out, yes, but what you didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt you. His manipulative tendencies didn’t exactly fade the closer you two got, though he is far more transparent.

He’s got his mind set on one goal now. He’s going to make the university pay, and he’s finally going to do what he loved. You were the only person he could trust, the only person he could count on, and this in turn places an incredible amount of pressure on you.

You try to be there to lend a loving hand in such a time of desperation, but he’s too far into his own world now. He still tries to be as loving as he can, but something seems off.

He’s definitely keeping a secret, and the more he seems to be hiding the more trust is broken between the two of you. A big factor as to why he did keep it a secret in the first place was the fear of you being hurt in the process of his own endeavors. He kept reminding himself that what you didn’t know would keep you safe—from the police, from his experiments, and from himself.

He comes to the realization that, if he does want this to work he’d need to let you in, even if you’d be upset over the fact he’d been living a double life.

His goons are practically on your hand and foot, whether you like it or not. He’s made it very, very clear to his two main henchmen that your problems were his problems, and that he was never one to let his darling suffer. So, congrats, you’ve gained two butlers—who work for free.

( His goons were so, so suprised he cared about someone other than himself and his goals. The way he talked about you was a drastic difference from the way he talked about them, or anyone else for that matter. )

Jonathan isnt shy to boast about his significant other, and many would think you two were married with the way he presented himself in your company. He’s the master of fear now, and you’re his Mistress/Beau.

Maybe it’s my own bias speaking, but your love would definitely shift into a more gothic and meloncholic undertone. Dates are eerie and poetic, and he serenades you the best way he can, telling you about how you and him are to rule the world. You and him are two lovers destined to make the world bow at their feet as you both dance on the debris of a destroyed civilization.

His words are sincere, his devotion seeping through every sentence.

“People shall be screaming Hosannas in our name. They will kiss the ground we walk on, hand in hand, my love.”

He’s, very, very overdramatic. But he does mean it.

Now when he robs banks, despite his initial claims that he’s not in it for the money, he does end up pocketing some from his goons to help you financially. He’s rather hush-hush about the whole ordeal.

He’s extremely fond of pet names, especially less popular ones. My Raven, Adrienne, my flame, etc… might be a sucker for pumpkin too, both being called it and calling you it. You hardly get called your name the more and more you’re together.

Thanks for reading ^^ ❤️

#the scarecrow #btas scarecrow x reader #btas scarecrow #batman the animated series #batman x reader #batman #btas batman #bangsinc #btas #dc scarecrow #bangs x scarecrow canon #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #btas jonathan crane x reader #Jonathan crane #dc #btas jonathan crane

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akehoshimystar · 5 months ago

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Chapter 8

Shinobu: ……I know you said that you fell, but are you alright?

Ito: I'm fine. It’s just a minor injury on my knee, that’s all I got because Aizawa-kun came right away.

Thank you so much.

Shinobu: I'm so glad I made it just in time! That was the hardest run I've done in a while.

Ito: (.…..For me to think of someone who rushed over to rescue me scary…….)

(This ungratefulness. I'll keep it a secret for the rest of my life and take it to my grave.)

Shinobu: Oh. Stop for a sec. I found a trash can, let me cut off the collar for you.

Soyogu: Go ahead.

Shinobu: Just stay still for a bit... Okay, good boy~

Aizawa-kun finished the work that I had trouble with in just a few seconds. Just to be sure, he stepped on the plastic part with his shoe and broke it. Before throwing it in an old trash can with a cracked lid.

Shinobu: Shizuka-san, should I take the knife home with me? ...No need? Okay, then I'll throw this away too.

Yes. I'll be careful.

Ito: …...Is this really okay?

You can still use that and the photo to keep him away.

Soyogu: That was just a bluff to slow him down a bit.

Ito: Eh?

Shinobu: Not only did he slow down, he didn't come after us at all.

Okay, all discarded. Let's go!

Ito: ……

Shinobu: Since the instructions were to just use the flash and the shutter sound, the photo turned out blurry.

If he had wanted to use the photos from the scene in the first place, he would have asked Yashiro-san for even more corporation. So I don't think that’s what Shizuka-san had in mind.

In that case, the knife with Kuchiki's fingerprints on it is not really evidence, so there’s no point in keeping it!

Kuchiki was more scared than I thought, he must have been terrified by that photo which has him in. That’s enough to keep us safe.

Ito: I see…...

(Well, he’s got a point. It's hard to find a reason for him to point a blade at someone.)

……..

Soyogu: ……..

The recollection of the moment the knife was pointed at me suddenly came back, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Ito: (How many times do I have to remember this? Just how persistent can I be?)

Shinkai-san gently tapped on my back.

Ito: …..?

Soyogu: Sorry for scaring you.

Ito: Eh?

Soyogu: Everything’s alright now, so ease up. Shizuka-san is watching over us too. And if something happens, Shinobu and I will handle it.

Shinobu: …….Yeah, just leave it to us.

Ito: ……..

“Thank you. I'm fine actually.” As I tried to say something, my voice got stuck in my throat and wouldn't come out.

Ito: (...That was one scary experience.)

When I acknowledged the feelings I had been consciously trying to keep away, my vision blurred just a little.

Shinobu: Thanks to Yashiro-san's hard work, we were able to successfully rescue him. Thank you.

Ito: ………

(Perhaps if someone else had been there instead of me, it might have gone better. Maybe.)

(Even so. What else could I have done to make things better?)

…..Thanks goodness.

Shinobu: I know.

"Thank you for your hard work" Towards someone who couldn’t fulfill the duty like me, the face of a kind person who said that and smiled at me suddenly flashed through my mind. I hope that person is somewhere living a peaceful life right now. When I couldn't say anything more, Shinkai-san silently patted me on the back again. I felt like a child being soothed, the warmth from his palm was very pleasant. ……A few days later, at night after closing time.

Takeru: Everyone got a glass?

Well then, a toast to thank everyone for their hard work and to pray that Ito's injury will heal as soon as possible.

Cheers.

Ito: Thank you... and sorry.

Shinobu: Seriously, I didn’t expect that at all.

You said that it’s only your knees, but then I saw your palm covered in blood.

Ito: Haha... It had been a while since had fallen, so I think even a little injury would hurt a lot.

But, uhmmm, it seems like I really got Maro-kun’s back and Shinkai-san’s clothes dirty... I'm sorry.

Soyogu: It came off after washing. Don't beat yourself over it.

Takeru: Tohru-chan literally turned pale for a moment after she thought that Maro was injured, but afterwards, she was worried about Ito.

She called me to ask if Maro's life saver’s injury was a serious one.

Ito: It's an honor to be called that. Seriously.

When all I did were ran, fell, and be carried... It’s nothing impressive, to be honest.

Takeru: Even when Kuchiki was confronting you, you still held on to Maro and protected him, right? That alone makes your title well-deserved.

Obviously, asking you to do something dangerous and even getting you injured are certainly a big problem.

We’re really sorry.

Ito: (Mika-san...)

This is what I told Fushimi-san when he apologized yesterday.

In the first place, I was the one who accepted the job after being told that there was a high chance of injury. So, please don't apologize.

Shizuka: ……

Ito: Thanks to you, I only suffered minor injuries.

Shizuka: One wrong move and you would have been stabbed.

Ito: Yes. That just shows how capable you are to prevent such a case. Thank you so much.

Actually, I'm the one who should apologize here... I'm sorry for my poor performance.

Shizuka: …..Stop this whole sorry & thank you session already.

Whatever. You're welcome.

It’s all thanks to you as well that we managed to finish our job.

Ito: .…..I'm glad to hear that.

Soyogu: So, big sis. How’s Tohru-san?

Takeru: She’s doing fine. And Kuchiki hasn’t contacted or touched her since then.

We worked with the Negotiation Dept. and took various measures, so I don't think there's anything else we can do unless something big happens.

Not to mention, he’s already been put under Sei’s surveillance. If he does something, we'll know right away.

Ito: Sei-san?

Soyogu: Huh? Didn't you hear this when you were working with Administrative Dept.?

Keeping an eye on the movements of people of interest related to the store and requests, and managing that information is Sei-san’s responsibility

Ito: (Keeping an eye on the movements of people of interest... A monitor job…. I see.)

Soyogu: Anyway, with his help, Tohru-san doesn’t have to worry anymore.

Practically speaking, if you're up against someone like Kuchiki, it's quicker and more reliable to deal with him by cooperating with the Negotiation Dept. and blocking his movements.

Ito: .…..I guess so?

(Then why didn't you do that from the beginning?)

As if sensing my doubt, Mika-san smiled.

Takeru: "I don't want a revenge", she said.

Ito: Eh?

Shinobu: ……

Takeru: She just wants Maro back. Not to inflict any pain nor threaten him.

She must really love him.

Ito: …………Is that so?

Shizuka: ………

Is it possible that it wasn't pure love, but a mere brainwashing? I kept my mouth shut to keep my thoughts from coming out. I'm sure that’s what on their mind as well, but they took client's feelings into consideration.

Ito: (...At the end of the day, it was Tohru-san herself who severed the tie.)

That’s my own conclusion. Even if their lives change in the future, I hope both of them have a good one.

Takeru: ...Anyway! Are you going to continue taking the self-defense lesson?

Ito: Ah, yes. Thanks to Shinkai-san's generosity.

Shinobu: I'll also join when I have time. Looking forward to it.

Let's master Gucchi's techniques together!

Soyogu: Yashiro’s main focus for the time being is getting in shape.

Ito: Yes. I’ll be in your care.

Takeru: Go easy on her, okay? Proceed at a human’s pace, not a gorilla's.

Soyogu: It's fine. From what I've seen over the past few days, she has potential.

Ito: Gorilla potential...?

Shinobu: I actually kinda want to see Gorilla Yashiro-san.

Shizuka: Well, it's up to Yashiro whether she wants to become a gorilla or learn new things.

By the way, the most effective form of self-defense is to flee.

Ito: ….You mean running away?

Shizuka: Yeah. There's nothing great about facing your enemy without an escape route.

What’s the point of taking someone who’s crazy enough to attack you for no reason seriously?

Therefore, the most effective way is to train your running speed.

Ito: ……

Takeru: Seeing him like this, Shizuka is actually a fast runner.

Shinobu: Oh, Shizuka-san can run? I wanna see! Please run from here to there.

Shizuka: We’re not in a circus.

Ito: (…………………I see.)

Shizuka: What are you smiling for, Yashiro? Just to let you know, I’m not going to run.

Ito: No. Come to think of it, since ancient times, there is a saying that to reach victory is to run away.

Shizuka: Huh?

Ito: Running away doesn’t necessarily mean you’re losing, right?

Takeru: …………Yeah.

I mean, don't you think it feels great to laugh out loud after successfully escaping something troublesome?

Ito: Laughing, huh….

Soyogu: No doubt about it.

Shinobu: I know right.

Shizuka: Why are there so many people with twisted personalities here?

Takeru: That’s rich coming from you.

Shizuka: You will catch me laughing out loud when pigs fly.

Ito: …..Ahaha. I can't imagine that at all.

Shinobu: Why don’t you give it a try?

Soyogu: I agree.

Takeru: Wait, I'll get the camera.

Shizuka: It’s foolish to think that you’ll get anything from me.

As we were talking, the door at the aisle instead of the entrance was suddenly opened.

Riku: .…..Oh. It’s lively here.

Takeru: Riku?

Ito: (Riku………?)

Shinobu: Ah, it’s really you. Good work.

Takeru: Why did you make an entrance from there out of all places?

Riku: Well, I thought the entrance door might be locked. Sorry to bother you in the middle of a party, you deserve it after all the hard work on request.

Shizuka: Thank you. Do you have any business here?

Riku: Yes, a little business with that young lady over there.

Ito: !

Takeru: Out with it already, what do you want?

Riku: Have a little faith in me, will you? It’s not like I'm trying to snatch some alone time with her.

Ito: ……Are you Tateshina-san from the Negotiation Department?

Riku: Ah. It's an honor to have someone call me by my name before I even introduce myself.

Riku: Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Tateshina Riku.

Shinobu: Oh, so you haven’t met Riku-san yet! I thought he was there during your interview.

Riku: As much as I wanted to join, I was shot down right away.

Takeru: You’re supposed to isolate yourself until the hiring was finalized.

As soon as he gets a chance, he’ll profess something like “I like you” or “I'm in love with you”. That’s just how Riku is.

Riku: Oh well……

Ito: (Eh…?)

Riku: I'm sorry for coming in hot when you're all enjoying yourselves here.

If you don't mind, can you give me a little bit of your time?

Takeru: What are you going to do?

Riku: Since it’s not every day that all three of us are together….

The Negotiation Department would like to formally greet the acting owner.

#break my case #buremai #joseimuke #Mikado Takeru #Aizawa Shinobu #Fushimi Shizuka #Shinkai Soyogu #Tateshina Riku

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mukuberry · 6 months ago

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spill the beans.

ooooooooookey dokey boss, i dont have any pictures of them though :( just some pages in my phone notebook..... I'll do my best to summarise them!! i probably wont ever do any proper ocgram thingy with em so ill just spill their secrets hehe... theres 13/14 so ill put them under a cut!!

001! most of them dont have names yet lol i hate picking names 😔 but he's wonderful.... he's 11 and he's a lil silly ^^ he grew up with a single mother who began dating a very abusive man and then they both started abusing him, so he's extremely distrusting of adults. she got pregnant and he realised he needs to protect his siblings, but knows he cant hope to fight back against his parents, so instead he decides to secretly kill the baby after theyre born to prevent them for suffering. He's done this 3 times! He has alot of angelic imagery since he views himself as a saviour. Uhmmm OH his cover songs are Cosmic Rendezvous-> Psychogram-> Mirai Yo. Im not super happy with the picks tbh so they might change...

002! She's 43 and her first name is Yukino :) no last name yet.... she's based on a Kazui theory i saw when Cat came out that's definitely not true and was talked about in a pretty discriminatory way, so ive decided to steal the idea and make it better. She craves violence/abuse and has a gore kink, but has done her very best to repress those feelings and live a normal life, believing herself to be a monster for having these feelings and thoughts. She definitely has OCD. She has a daughter and had a husband, but abandoned them both after seeing her child do the same things she did as a child when her interest in violence started building, thinking that its her influence that caused it and that her child will be normal without her around. Also because if she's got no one tieing her down, she can maybe indulge in her fantasies instead of living a proper life. Her husband, not being able to handle the abandonment + knowledge that the one he loved was fantasing about him suffering the entire time + not being able to look after a child alone, takes his own life.... im not too happy with the murder tbh i might change it later......... she's great though i love her. Her cover songs are Hibana -> Animal -> Mosquito!

003! No name but he's baby. Actually he's 16 but to me he's baby. The first thing he does in milgram is demand a lawyer and tell the warden his murder was self defence (it wasnt). He forces all the other kids into doing his study club while they're in there... he's very 'proper' yknow. He's kinda like Nervous from the first novel if uve read it, went to middle school and became so anxious with being mistreated by his classmates and the adults that he tried to be perfect... and it worked! Until he entered high school, and there's this one girl in his class who is just slightly better than him..... so he pushes himself more and more, secretly hating her and himself for not being good enough. One day, late at night, she finds him on his own, at a pier. She tries to befriend him, since she's just like him, and wants to help him with his burdens and for them both to drop the perfect act...... unfortunately for her, he (again) hates her and cannot comprehend that someone could see through his act and would still love him, has a slight mental breakdown and beats her to death with debris near by, and dumps her body in the water. He gets to be perfect again yayyyyy ^_^ he's the most developed in terms of milgram routes, but I'll maybe talk about them another time.... his cover songs are Angel Hair-> Antibeat-> Theory Of Negativity

004! Kanae ♡ she's a complete hermit! A childhood schizophrenic (18 now) who was neglected by her family and outcasted at school, she's completely dependent on her psychosis, as it gives her companionship and purpose she doesn't have elsewhere. She's aware that she's schizophrenic, but has no intention of getting better. Upon entering milgram her psychosis has come to a (temporary) stop, so she spends most of her time in the prison with 010, since 10 (Kanami) never shuts up and is fine with Kanae not saying much in return. She can't stand silence. She had a younger sister (10ish?) who she was expected to look after since her parents aren't home much, however considering her mental state she can't really look after a child... so after not being fed in awhile, said child tries to make herself food! Only for Kanae to leave her room for the first time in days and finding her sister dead from accidentally poisoning herself;; oops! Her cover songs are Nocturnal Kids -> Liar Dance -> MKDR

005! Probably my favourite ♡ he's one of 3 explicitly queer characters, canonically being in love with his victim and being trans-coded... not explicitly trans but damn can u read his story as a trans story!! He's 17, popular, pretty, rich, has a loving family, his grades aren't perfect but they're still good, and he's genuinely pretty nice to people... he's living his best life! He doesn't know why he's in milgram, he hasn't killed anyone, he swears! A kid went missing in his class sure, but they weren't close, he knows literally nothing about that! Atleast thats what he says ^_^ teehee.... i wanna keep his murder a secret its more fun that way... he's probably the 3rd most unforgivable person in here :) his cover songs are Cinderella-> Secret Feast-> Ghost Rule

006! Haruki :) a lil shy but really nice! She's 28, but when she tells people they don't believe her since she acts kinda childish... she's also a system! But she thinks she's a spirit medium since she keeps introjecting dead people... her system has 6 alters in total, maybe 7 depending on what happens in the prison... but the story only really focuses on 4/5 of them. She lives in a shitty apartment and mostly lives of the money her grandmother sends because she can't hold a job (she tries her best!), her victim is her closest (and only) friend, they met a few years back at an old job and have been inseparable since.... they spend most of their time together. This friend however has lived a very difficult life and struggles alot with suicidal thoughts, basically only staying alive for her sake. She's learned to not tell people about how she's basically 'possessed by ghosts' after growing up being treated like a freak for it, but watching his mental state get worse and hearing him talk about how he wants everything to stop, she decides to tell him the truth. Both because he's important to her and wants him to know this very personal thing about her, and because it's basically like saying "hey when you die you don't actually stop existing, so you should just stay alive 😁". Unfortunately, he hears this and thinks "wow if i die i get to be a part of my favourite person 24/7???? hell yeah" so he convinces her to help him kill himself ^^ she refuses at first, but eventually gives in and watches him get hit by a train. And thus, she gains another alter...... her cover songs are Two Breaths Walking -> Zombies -> Undead Alice!

007! He's a bastard. He's sarcastic, blunt, rude and thinks everything sucks forever. He's 24. He's also based on a kazui theory! Mine from t1 thats definitely no longer canon... so ive taken it and made it much worse!! But from an outsiders POV it looks more like fuuta's story, with it being centred on toxic online groups,, he lived a very normal and good life! He was popular in school, graduated with top marks, went to a good college, graduated, went to a good uni, graduated, got into a good job, got a girlfriend- and surely he'll marry her and have kids and move into a big house and watch his kids grow up and die. That's what he's been told to do, that's what everyone does! Except for some reason he can't comprend, he feels completely dead inside. Theres a ball of dread in his chest and its building everyday until he can't ignore it. Everything feels empty and numb outside of this feeling. So he looks for answers, and while he doesn't find any, what he does find is a group of people on social media who feel exactly like he does. They don't try to lie and say everything's fine and that he needs to just power through, everything sucks and they're the only ones admitting it. They don't encourage eachother to get better, they help eachother get worse, because life is terrible so why shouldn't you just do what you want? And 007 gets sucked in completely. He quits his job, cuts off his girlfriend and friends, and moves back in with his parents, to their dismay. That was 6ish months ago. He's obsessed with social media and will do anything to feel alive in this terrible world. So, of course, when one of his online friends tells him she wants to die, why wouldn't he wish her luck? Life is terrible, he's kinda jealous that she can actually do it while he can't. And then he wakes up in the milgram prison ^_^ his cover songs are Chimera-> Otome Dissection-> Rabbit Hole!

008! She's even worse ♡ actually when writing this i kinda had a better idea for her story, but since its just came to my head I'll have to think on it a lil more.... uhm for now though she's 32 and also thinks life sucks but she's (kinda) over it now. She's used to being at the bottom of society but takes out her feelings by looking down on people even lower than her. Until i figure her out more thats all i can say TT her cover songs are Psuedo-hope Syndrome -> Delusion Tax -> Mono Poisoner!

009! Taisei Furukawa... he's the second one i made so he has a full name yay :] he's my second canonically queer character, he's gay and has had one boyfriend basically his entire life! They met as kids in the same elementary school, his bf came from a very shitty family and Taisei was the first person to treat him kindly and stick by his side no matter what. Unfortunately, his boyfriend kinda sucks, and is lowkey highkey abusive, isolating Taisei from everyone so they both only have eachother. Taisei only realises just how much his boyfriend had ruined his life at 25, and he's pissed ^_^ he knows he can't just break up with him, his boyfriend definitely won't let that happen, and he has no one to turn to for help. So the logical thing here to do is to turn the tables on his bf and try to convince him into a double suicide. Taisei doesn't have much desire to live after being worn down for so long, and he needs to make sure his bf won't just find and abuse someone else once he's gone, so a double suicide is the best option. Sure, he could do a murder homocide, but after how long he's suffered, he kinda wants his bf to feel how he feels... and it works :) the both jump of their apartment building, his boyfriend dies and Taisei wakes up in the milgram jail with a fucked up leg, needing crutches to walk. He's kinda antisocial and grumpy in t1 for understandable reasons (though he helps the kids with the study group at times), but if he's forgiven he becomes alot warmer and friendlier :) there's alot of art symbolism in his story... his cover songs are Turret Of Justice-> 118-> Shinkai Summit!

010! Kanami Shimizu!!!!!!!!! The girlie ever!!!! And the 3rd and final canonically queer character, she's a trans lesbian. She's 23 and so full of life and love and she's so so kind and energetic and kinda annoying but she's just so happy to be in jail with everyone!!!!!!!! She's the first one i made... however i kinda scrapped her murder awhile back since i didn't like it, but i don't have a new one yet :( but whatever her murder is, her personality and ideals remain the same! She's been hurt alot in life, and when she looks around she realises that everyone is the same. She can't live in the real world, it'd crush her, she knows this, so she wants to make a paradise where everyone can be happy forever... and milgram is the perfect place for it!!! So you have to forgive everyone for her ok ^_^ if you don't she won't forgive you. She won't let you ruin this for everyone. Her cover songs are Home -> Please Show Me -> Hedgehog!!

011.... doesn't exist!!! Not anymore i killed him sorry. I didn't like his story that much, but I'm too commited to following the og milgrams male/female prisoner pairings to just leave it at 11 prisoners, so I'll just wait for a new guy to appear in my mind.........................

012! She's 12! No name! My most recent one (except for the former 011 rest in peace). She's being a nuisance for everyone in the prison, she has alot of rage and she will make sure everyone hears it!!!!! She's friends with 001 and she tolerates Taisei but everyone else is her enemy and she WILL fight them if they cross her, which would be scary if she wasn't like 5ft. Her murder is just teenage rebellion went a lil too far........ she doesn't fit in at her new school and acts out, but all the adults in her life don't really get involved, just saying it's a phase she'll grow out of. This only makes her act out more, and more, and more, until it gets out of hand and someone dies. She didn't want any of that to happen, but in milgram she insists she's happy about it and is very very evil and scary so you should listen to her before she kills you as well. She has alot of animal (specifically bear) imagery :) her cover songs are Parasite -> Aitai-lians -> Lonely Shit!

The warden! Our beloved Es he's such a loser. He enters the prison not really taking any of this seriously, and does his best to be as annoying as possible to everyone, he's convinced he's the biggest freak here and he will prove it. Unfortunately for him he is definitely not the biggest freak here and by the start of the second trial he's learned this the hard way. He's an efficient warden despite everything, knowing what to say to rile the prisoners up so they spill information, however he quickly starts losing control of everything and it's kinda pitiful....... his cover song is Salamander!

Jackalope! She fucking hates the warden ^_^ she's secretly a lil fond of him but she'd never admit it. She's very no-nonsense and constantly lectures him to do his job properly, and usually ends up cleaning up after him.... she's not a very good Jackalope, she gets attached to everyone too easily, even if she pretends to be aloof. Jackas dont have cover songs, very very sad....

Mmmmmmmm thats everything!! That was alot more than i thought i wont blame u if u dont read everything.... was fun to infodump about though, thanks for asking lol. Im gonna screenshot everything i just wrote incase tumblr eats it like it did last time,,

#thanks for the ask!

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