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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years ago

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do (Chapter One) - Eddie Munson

A/N: aaahhh okay, I’m so sorry, I know that I have my Charlie story pending and I promise it will be the next one BUUUUUT this idea has been in my mind for so long and today I was able to write the first part (which originally was a one-shot but now it’s a series so deal with it) soooo here’s my Eddie series, I really hope you guys like it! I know nobody asked for it but I heard this song and it was just... yeah, so

Warnings: bullying and reader being treated badly by ex (Jason) and former friends, mentions of smoking, reader gets hurt at the beginning and I think that’s it but please let me know if I miss anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do

There are worse things I could do Than go with a boy or two

“Ready for your final year at Hawkins High School, monkey?”

“Stop calling me that” you rolled your eyes at your brother when he parked in front of your school.

“Come on! This is exciting!” Steve tried to encourage you. This is your Senior year! You’re going to have so much fun!”

“Right” you sighed, grabbing your things.

“Look, I know that… you have been in a bad mood since you and Jason broke up- BUT” he said when you were about to complain. “Don’t let that ruin your final year with your friends. Just go there and remind everyone who you are and have the time of your life, okay?”

“Did you just quote Dirty Dancing to me?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t made me watch it over a million times! Now go, you don’t want to be late for your first day of school” he said with a big smile. “Oh, and just… keep an eye on Dustin, okay?” he asked.

“Of course” you smiled back at Steve before you walked out of his car.

“Love you, bug” he smiled.

“Love you too, monkey” you smiled.

“Have fun, okay?” he yelled and you saw him wave at you before driving off. If only it were that easy.

You started making your way to the school and hugged your books closer to you. You knew this year was going to be the worst one. At least it was only one left. You spotted your group of friends, well, former friends, and tried your best to just keep your head down and walk past them, but, of course, today was not your lucky day.

“Well, look who’s here” you heard Andy laugh and walk closer to you. “Aren’t you gonna say hi, babe?” he said, blocking your way.

“Hi, Andy” you said, looking down and trying to walk past him but he didn’t let you. You saw the rest of the guys coming closer and you gripped your books tighter. “I need to get to class” you said, quietly.

“What was that?” you heard Jason’s voice.

“I n-need to get to class” you repeated, glaring at him a little.

“Right, of course” he laughed. “Perfect little miss Harrington just needs to get to class” he mocked. “So, go to class” he said, stepping aside.

You stupidly thought maybe they will let you off easy and started walking away, but as soon as you did, Jason nodded at Andy who stuck his foot out and tripped you, making your books and papers fall to the ground. You felt your knees and hands burn when you landed on the gravel but there was no way you would cry in front of them.

“Oops, sorry, my bad” Andy said, laughing with the rest of them. You were about to stand up, when you felt Jason’s shoe push one of your arms, making you land on your left elbow.

“You should really watch where you’re going, Harrington” he said, kneeling to your level. “See you around, babe” he said, winking at you before getting up.

You grabbed your things as they walked away from you. You saw someone grabbing one of your books that was the furthest and placing it closer to you. You looked up to see Patrick. He looked like he was sorry but he was obviously not going to do much more than that so he walked away.

“Hey” you turned around to see some of the guys from the Hellfire Club looking at you. You felt even more nervous, not knowing what they were going to say. “Are you okay?” one of them asked walking closer to you. You felt bad for not knowing their names.

“I’m fine” you said, trying to smile as you got up.

“Are you sure?” another one of them asked.

“Yes, thank you” you said, just wanting to get out of there. You ran over to your locker and sighed in relief when nobody was around.

This was going to be a long year. This was your life now. You were alone. It was all Jason’s fault. You knew it. You never understood the power he had over people and without you by his side anymore, you were actually a bit scared of what he was capable of.

“Hey-” you jumped when you heard a voice on your left, but you were glad to find Dustin and Mike. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” Dustin smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Dustin, Mike” you smiled. “Hi, guys” you said, nervously. You loved these kids. Even before Dustin became your brother’s best friend for some reason and make him start acting like a descent human being, you had babysat them for so long, you were even a little upset that they were now all taller than you. But they were good kids and you loved them. “It’s so good to see you” you said, frowning when you saw the third one was missing. “Where’s Lucas?”

“Oh, he uh” Mike said, awkwardly. “He wanted to try out for the Basketball team” he told you.

“Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “I m-mean… oh that’s um… nice” you said, unconvinced. You felt a little sad. The guys were already dealing with Will being gone and now Lucas seemed to be pulling away from them.

“Hey, what happened to you?” Mike asked, looking at your scraped hands.

“Oh, uh… nothing” you said, pulling up the sleeves of your blouse to cover your hands. “I just um… tripped” you told them.

“Okay” Dustin said, unconvinced and then, thankfully, the bell rang. “Oh, shit! We gotta go, we can’t be late!”

“See you around!” Mike yelled before the two of them ran in the opposite direction.

“Bye, guys” you smiled sadly, feeling a small tear roll down your cheeks. Those two kids were probably your only two friends. You shook your head and composed yourself before you grabbed your things. Not noticing someone looking at the entire scene with his worried deep brown eyes.

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since school started and they were the worst two weeks of your life. It was one thing that you were constantly alone and people were avoiding you like the plague. But your friends were not only not talking to you, they were going out of their way to make you feel even worse. Everywhere you went someone would trip you, toss your books, make you late for class, or even throw food at you. And to top it all off, you always found a new vulgar word written across your locker whenever you came back to it. You always felt like you wanted to cry. You had no idea what you did to deserve so much hate from everyone. And especially the people that you once considered your closest friends. You were currently washing off the word ‘slut’ from your locker that was written in what looked like light pink lipstick. You knew exactly who wore this shade of lipstick.

“Ehem” you sighed and turned around to find her standing behind you. Carol Perkins. You always hated Carol. And she hated you. Even when she was friends with Steve. She had always had a crush on him and you were the one that told him she was a bitch. And she knew that. And then, she always said you wanted to steal Billy Hargrove from her. When, really, you had worked with him on a project and he happened to not be horrible to you. But that was pretty much it. “Did you redecorate your locker, Harrington?”

“Yep” you said, before going back to the task. “But I think light pink is more your color, isn’t it, Carol?”

“Of course” she said arrogantly. “It looks perfect on me, doesn’t it, ladies?” she asked the three girls behind him who agreed with her. Chrissy being one of them, but she only looked away when you made eye contact with her. “I don’t know why you bother taking it off, really, it’s not like it won’t be here again tomorrow” she laughed. “And besides, it’s not like it isn’t true” she said, making you tense a little.

“Shouldn’t you all be at cheerleading practice or something?” you asked.

“Why? Are you still upset you didn’t make the cut this year?”

“I didn’t even audition so-”

“Well, of course not. Chrissy is now captain and it would be a bit awkward since Jason left you for her, wouldn’t it?”

You felt your heart sink for a moment and you looked back at Chrissy. Your former best friend. “Y-you’re with Jason?”

“I w-wanted to tell you-”

“She owes you no explanation whatsoever” Carol interrupted her. “Not after what you did, anyways” she told you. “Now Jason can be with someone who isn’t a big slut for a change” she said, laughing at you. “Oh, and if inspiration strikes you, you might want to take a look at the last stall in the boys’ bathroom” she mocked. “You know, the one that everyone uses to… well, I shouldn't really tel you, right?” she said with a smirk. “Let’s go, ladies” she said walking away and kicking the bucket of water and soap you had on the floor before the rest of them followed.

Chrissy stayed behind and looked at you the same way Patrick had done on the first day of school. “Um-”

“You should leave, Chrissy” you said, quietly. “Y-you shouldn’t talk to me” you said with a sad smile.

“I just want-”

“Chrissy!” you both heard Carol at the end of the hallway. “Let’s go!” she demanded and Chrissy looked at you one last time before she followed them.

You threw the brush in your hand and grabbed the towel to dry the floor where Carol had kicked your bucket. You then grabbed your things and, even though you knew you shouldn’t have, you walked over to the boys’ bathroom at the end of the hallway. It was empty. Of course, it was since most people were in class and this was the bathroom that everyone used to hook up, smoke, or really do whatever you weren’t supposed to do because no teacher ever came in here.

You walked over to the last stall and your hand shook as you slowly opened the door. And, when you did, you brought your hands to your mouth, dropping your bucket and your supplies again. The entire wall was covered in marker, paint, crayon, pen, pencil, whatever you could think of, saying the most vulgar things you had ever read about yourself. There were even some drawings and some very graphic sentences. It made you sick to your stomach. You had no idea how someone could do this. How someone could be so mean. You went inside the bathroom stall and locked yourself. You felt defeated and alone. You had done nothing wrong to deserve this but nobody seemed to care. It was your word against Jason’s. And you knew it would be useless. You had no one. Your friends had sided with him. And everyone else feared him too much to even acknowledge you anymore.

You thought about going to Robin since she was Steve’s best friend but you knew she had her own things to deal with and you didn’t want to drag her down. Same thing with Nancy. She was still really nice to you even after she had broken up with Steve, but you knew she was now with Jonathan and she had her fair share of this fucking world so there was no way you were dragging her back to it. Lucas had made it to the basketball team, so he looked at you like he wanted to say something, but you knew it would be soon before he would believe them over you. Max had been keeping to herself since Billy died and even if the two of you sat down together sometimes for lunch, you didn’t want to burden her with these stupid things when she was going through something bigger. So that left Dustin and Mike. The two of them had joined Hellfire Club. You were glad they had found someone, but you didn’t want to drag them further down with you. You knew the reputation the Hellfire Club had and now, you were apparently the only thing worse than that club. So, here you were, alone, crying on the floor of the boys’ bathroom. It wasn’t long before you heard the door open and someone walking in.

Eddie Munson walked inside the bathroom to have a smoke before his next class. What he wasn’t expecting was the sound of someone crying. He slowly walked over and saw that the cries were coming from the last stall in the bathroom.

“Uh, hello?” he asked.

"Go away!" you said, not even caring who it was.

"Harrington?" Eddie felt his heart stop, recognizing your voice instantly.

"Munson?" you asked, feeling annoyed.

Great, just what you needed. Eddie Munson coming to make your life even worse. It’s not like you didn’t like Eddie. You always thought he was really funny and he was always nice towards you. But he always, always, found a way to tease you and you were not in the best mood right now. You couldn’t blame him. People, like your own brother and your now ex-boyfriend, had always been horrible to Eddie. Maybe Steve wasn’t as bad as Jason, but he still called him Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. So you wouldn’t be surprised if he would now be gloating at the sight of you, like this.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, leaning against the door of the bathroom.

"I'm not crying!" you snapped back at him.

"Um, you sound like you're crying-"

"Well, I'm not!"

"Okay" he said unconvinced. "Why are you not crying in the boys' bathroom?"

"None of your business! Just leave me alone!"

Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. He had never seen you like this. You were always so happy and cheerful and just… perfect. At least it always seemed that way. You and your brother looked perfect on the outside. And, as much as he hated to admit it, that's probably what made him fall for you so fast. Not only because you were beautiful, but because you were actually nice, unlike everyone around you. Of course, not that you knew. The only thing he ever did to get your attention, was tease you. Any chance he could. He would always make snarky comments about you and your perfect life because it would always make you smile or laugh. And he loved that. He called you 'princess' in a mocking way because he said that's what you were. A perfect little princess, living her perfect little life. But now, here you were, sitting in the boys' bathroom, crying. He leaned down and noticed you were sitting on the floor, so he went over to the next stall and climbed on the toilet to look at you. And when he did, his heart broke into a million pieces. You were sitting with your back against the wall, knees to your chest and your head buried in your arms. His heart ached every time he saw your breathing and heard your sobs. The wall behind you had horrible words describing you in different colors, fonts, and sizes. Eddie felt sick to his stomach. He had heard the way the guys from the basketball team, specifically, talked about you. He didn't know you very well and he had no idea if what they said was true, but whether it was or not, they had no right to speak like that about you and make you feel this way.

“Hey” he said, quietly, making you look up at him and he saw your face black with your running makeup.

“What the fuck are you doing? What if I was using the bathroom?!”

“Well, you’re not” he rolled his eyes.

“Just leave me alone, Eddie! Please” you begged. Eddie felt his heart flutter when you used his first name, which you rarely did. He took a deep breath and climbed back down from the stall. You thought he would finally go away but you were wrong once again. He slid on the floor and was now sitting in front of you with his back against the other wall of the stall. “What are you doing? I asked you to go away!”

“I can’t do that” he simply said.

“Why not?”

“I can’t just leave you here crying your eyes out, princess!” he told you. You felt a small wave of affection through your heart when he called you that. You never did, but maybe it’s because he was the first person in months to be decent to you. “So, if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. I can just sit here and keep you company” he shrugged his shoulders. “Want one?” he asked, offering you a cigarette but you shook your head. “Fine, but there is no way in hell I will just leave you here, feeling like this and knowing that you are clearly not okay” he said. You looked at him in shock. You would have never thought that Eddie Munson would be someone to actually care if you were alright. In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he would be enjoying this moment since he always seemed to hate your group of friends and especially your ex-boyfriend. “So, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do you want me to fill the silence with my stories? Because I actually have a bunch of shit to talk about. I have to come up with this quest for the Hellfire Club and I could really use some fresh eyes, you know-?”

"Why are you being nice to me?" you asked with a voice so broken, Eddie tried his hardest not to cry with you.

“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

“Nobody else is” you said, looking down at your legs while you wrapped your arms around them.

"You've always been nice to me" he said.

It was true. It didn't matter how much Eddie bugged you, you had never been mean to him. You were never mean to anyone. So it infuriated him that now everyone was mean to you just because Jason said so.

"I thought you hated me" you said, quietly.

"Oh come on, princess, don't flatter yourself" he chuckled, feeling his heart warm when he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips. At least one person hasn't changed around you. "I don't think enough about you to hate you" he mocked you, making you roll your eyes a little. "Plus, you got like a thousand percent cooler now that you dumped your loser friends" he laughed.

"Well, technically they dumped me" you muttered sadly. Eddie leaned closer to you and wiped away a tear from your cheek.

"Well then, fuck them" he smirked. "You are (Y/N), fucking, Harrington. You're a badass! You don't let anybody make you feel like this. Trust me, princess, this is their loss. You are too big for this place. You are way too interesting to be beaten down by those shitheads” he told you. Eddie kept going when he saw you were trying your best to smile at him. “I may not know you that well, but I do know one thing. You are one of the smartest people I know. So I am sure you are smart enough not to believe any of the things these assholes are saying” he insisted, placing his finger underneath your chin so you would face him. “None of this it’s true” he said, pointing at the walls behind you. “Nobody has the right to talk about you this way and nobody is worth making you feel like this, do you hear me?” you shyly nodded, looking away from him. “No, princess. Say it to me” he insisted. “Tell me that you don’t believe these fuckers and that you know you’re better than them” he told you. “You’re (Y/N), fucking, Harrington!” he repeated. “Say it, princess” he smiled.

“I-I’m (Y/N), f-fucking, Harringt-ton” you chuckled.

“That convinced nobody, love” he laughed.

“I’m (Y/N), fucking, Harrington!” you tried again, a little louder.

“Yeah, you’re almost there” he insisted and you took a deep breath.

“I’m (Y/N), FUCKING, Harrington!” you yelled with a big smile behind your teary eyes. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too. That’s the girl that he knew. That’s the girl that he was in love with. And he was so happy to see her again.

“Fuck yeah, you are” he said, proudly. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t really think this is the best place to hang out so” he said, standing up and offering you his hands to help you. You wiped away the remaining of your tears and grabbed his hands so he helped you up to your feet before he opened the door and stepped aside to let you go first. You had never really noticed he was kind of a gentleman. “Promise me you’ll stop giving those shitheads so much attention” he said, once the two of you were out.

“Okay” you nodded.

“You feel okay?” he asked once you looked at yourself in the mirror and cleaned your face.

“Well, I feel less like shit” you admitted and he laughed a little.

“I’ll take that” he shrugged. He just stared through the mirror while you cleaned yourself up and redid your makeup in no time.

“Better?” you asked, smiling at him. For a moment, Eddie saw the old you. The one that was always happy and kind to everyone.

“Just as pretty as before” he muttered and you felt your cheeks burn a little. “Look, I would love to stay, but I’m pretty sure that if I’m late for class again, I will give up all my chances to graduate this year so…”

“N-no, yeah, you should um… go” you smiled shyly, looking down at your shoes. “I have taken up enough of your time” you told him.

“Well, I’m glad I could help” Eddie said, bowing his head before he turned to the door.

“Eddie?” you called him and he looked back at you. Before you knew what you were doing, you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Eddie was too shocked to move or know what to do. “Thank you” you said, still not letting go of him. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and felt you relax in his arms.

“Anytime, princess” he smiled, wanting to live in this moment forever.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2] [Ch.3]

A/N: soooo what do you guys think? should I do a part 2? also, a couple of things, I brought Carol back because I actually liked Chrissy and didn’t want to make her a bitch so let’s all just pretend that Carol was younger than Steve... aaaaaaand I know Dirty Dancing came out in ‘87 but the comment just came out so we’re all just going to pretend it came out earlier :D so this was more like a prologue of what happened and the beginning of the relationship with Eddie but please let me know what you think :)

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cheesus-doodles · 3 years ago

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A Friend In Me Chapter 2 (Old)

Yandere Platonic Toman

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A Friend In Me Part 1

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tw: yandere, violence

A/N: aaahhh finally, this is done! the L O N G brainrot has arrived! Yes it got out of hand again, yes i emergency editted it - no i don’t regret all this self-indulgence. Self-love is important too ya know! Also i love all my toman boys blessed 🙏🙏🙏 may they be happy 🙏🙏🙏 As always, feel free to drop me an ask or dm me - i would love to hear from yall about your general thoughts, brainrot, and suggestions on where you want this to go :D Thanks for hanging around for so long everybody, enjoy~

Returning to school the following week, your hopes of having another person you could call a friend were riding high off a fun-filled weekend. All the boys had crashed your house, forced you to put all your assignments and errands aside (for god’s sake just this once they groaned, and you just couldn't bring yourself to say no), and had taken turns to bring you out to places that you’ve never been before. You were reluctant, of course, giving up your precious study time when finals were really just round the corner, but with those puppy-eyes and constant pleading in your ear, you weren’t strong enough to turn them down.

And that was, hands down, the best decision you made all month, whether or not you were trying to lie to yourself. As someone whose life had been, up till meeting Baji and Mikey on that fateful afternoon, all but consumed in an endless cycle of school, work, home and utter loneliness, it blew your mind that there was so much to see, so much to do in this city you’ve lived your whole life. Maybe it was just that the city came alive when you were with your friends, maybe it was the laughs and smiles that saturated the sounds and sights. Be it fishing by the riverbank in the outskirts of the city with Draken and Pah-chin, which afterwards you had barbecued there and then and eaten the fish, or trying out a new cafe in outskirts with Mitsuya and Mikey, a half-an-hour bus ride away from your home, or even just picnicking in a public park under the shade of a century old tree with Kazutora and Baji, you never found a reason for your smile to drop.

Needless to say, it was with high spirits and a sprint in your step as you waved goodbye to Mikey, whose turn it was to drop you off at the front gates, your confidence at an all-time high. You could do it. All this time spent around friends that cared about you, who helped you build your confidence, and if you couldn’t make a single friend after all this help, maybe you didn’t deserve any. You were sure of it. You wouldn’t let them down.

Still fresh off a good start to your morning, what you failed to catch as you bounced off was the ever so slight crinkle of the corners of Mikey’s eyes, and the small smirk that was quickly concealed.

You didn’t think much at first when your morning greetings to your classmates went completely unanswered, brushing it off as just the morning blues. It was Monday, after all. The morning sun shone directly into your classroom, rays of sun that refracted fragile lines of rainbows through the clear glass windows. Spending a few minutes watching as they danced across the room before flickering out of existence, you pondered and reminisced about your weekend as you waited out the Monday glooms. But it was only when homeroom, and then first class dragged on with no rise in friendliness towards you did you realize that the situation you found yourself in wasn’t improving.

All you received in response were cold shoulders and even colder glares. Why? What did you do? Biting back the tears you could already feel forming, the rising sun was at least still warm on your skin. Maybe it was the way you were saying things? Maybe it was your expressions? No matter - you could try harder, you reminded yourself for the umpteenth time, even as your fingers picked away at the corner of your nails, the other free hand tugging and grasping at the hem of your school shirt. You could always try harder.

But it became quickly clear to you as the day passed that learning social skills apparently wasn't a strong suit of yours, your mind - your heart - failing to drown out the nagging voices that had been suppressed for so long, allowing them to roar straight back to the front of your thoughts. Remember that dream you had of falling off the tallest building headfirst? Your dream never had you crash into the street below, but you could safely say that you learnt that feeling when your dreams of having even more friends were all but smashed into a million pieces, and you were dunked straight back into the harsh reality of life.

Trying to turn your thoughts off your current treatment even as the afternoon sun, now blazing high in the sky, seemed to abandon you, leaving you feeling a bit chilly in your seat, you mentally noted that some of your classmates didn’t turn up for school at all, but you couldn’t quite reason why. Maybe the flu? But it was too many at the same time, and it wasn’t flu season either. Maybe they had too much fun and didn’t want to come back? Cause that was the way you felt at the moment. And when it was finally time to move for your banded classes, it was from icy voices you never expected, and from mouths you never crossed, that you got the sole, heavy blame for your missing classmates. You scared them away, you caused this, therefore you stay away from them.

All you did was call out for them to wait as you scrambled to pack. And they left you standing there alone in the classroom, half bent over your table, your belongings messily strewn inside your bag and across the tabletop. The cloudy skies and cool breeze that you enjoyed with your friends over the weekend, coupled with copious amounts of food and laughter, was a stark contrast to the bleak present that you faced. You stiffly stuffed the rest of your items into your bag.

No one wanted to sit near you, talk to you, or even look in your direction. No matter where you reached out, who you reached out to, the reaction you received was the same. Different people, different classes. Nothing.

The sudden isolation that your schoolmates imposed crashed hard over you; just when you thought, for once in your life, that you've made it, and all you could do was curl into yourself and mumble apologises under your breath to whoever out there could hear you. For what you weren't sure, but if everyone else agreed it was your fault that something bad happened to your missing classmates, who were you to disagree?

Time seemed to drag on forever, every minute feeling like one painful hour, with those inhospitable glares digging into your back all through the school day. At least the one thing you could be sure of, lost in this confusing world alone, was that the minute hand still ticked uncaringly on, even as your self-esteem dropped more and more. You thought you had hit rock bottom before, but it seemed that it had been nothing but a false bottom.

It was only one day, you tried reminding yourself, huddled and shivering in your seat, the midday heat failing to warm your shaking bones. You could try again tomorrow. Find out why your classmates were blaming you. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. But what was this feeling of dread settling into your gut? This incessant thought that your friendships were built on nothing but pity?

You failed, they told you, their laughter echoing in your head and in your ears. You failed.

What were you even thinking? You shouldn't have tried to begin with. You failed yourself, and worse, you failed them. Lips pursued tightly, a silent vow to yourself to at least not to embarrass everyone who knew you by bursting into tears there and then was all you could manage, and you swallowed the sniffle that you felt rising at the back of your throat.

Barely holding yourself together through the various classes and murderous looks you probably deserved, it certainly felt like a miracle that you even made it to lunch without so much as a leaky nose, but you knew that your hastily erected walls desperately bottling the ever rising wave of emotions wouldn't last much longer. You couldn't avoid Mitsuya, who had already been waiting for you outside your classroom, eager look on his face, but still you pushed past him without so much as a glance, your face almost entirely hidden in your sleeve, disappearing into the growing lunch crowd.

How could you face your friends like this? Or were they really your friends? Unable to even trust your own judgement at this point in time, you felt stranded, lost in your own mind - you didn't even know what you did to your classmates. Had you just imagined that your classmates had been friendly to you? Were Mikey's and Baji's and the others fake too? Could you have just been seeing their eager eyes and bright smiles in your head? What if they left you? Certain that you wouldn't like the answer to that question, you pushed it to the back of your mind like the rest of your pathetic existence as you huddled further into your jacket, desperate for some comfort, any comfort.

You didn't return to school after lunch. It was the first time you had ever skipped school too, and you found it ironic that it was this that broke your back, and not your group's persistent invitations of fun and adventure. Finding that your feet had taken you back to the small river where you spent many happier days, imagined or otherwise, with the rest of the group, the sunlight that burned your skin didn’t seem to brighten your life as much as when you had been with them. Kicking a stone down the path, the river continued to flow ever so peacefully even as you failed to stop the tears that welled up and poured down your cheeks in hot streams, or the hiccups and whimpers that leaked from between bitten lips. Given how much you turned them down, maybe you did deserve this. Maybe you did deserve to be alone forever.

Yet even when you desperately tried to find yourself, waving about in the dark, your friends - real friends, you hoped deep in your heart - didn't let you run away from them. Mitsuya apparently tattled on you when you failed to return to school, because when you finally did make your way home, stumbling back from wherever you had ended up from walking down along the river for hours on end, eyes dry , nose red and feet aching, you found all 6 of them already waiting for you, scattered in smaller groups along the street outside your house.

They looked up from where they were scattered along the street when you meekly approached them, eyes lowered, daring not to look at what you assumed was fury - at you? - blazing in those gazes. For a moment, all was silent. Even the wind, which had been faithfully drying your tears, stilled in that moment, and you thought you fucked up this friendship too. But when a cold drink was thrust into your hands by a red-faced and mumbling Baji, and Draken rested a hand atop your head and gently asked you what happened, you couldn't hold back another wave of tears and sobs any longer. You didn’t, or rather couldn’t, care what you looked like any more.

I don’t understand, was what you mumbled under your breath to yourself, clutching on desperately to the strap of your school bag. Was it something you did? Were you just another fuck up they took in out of sympathy? Even though your eyes already were swollen and hurt from the pity party you threw yourself earlier, tears spilling down your cheeks. Pathetic was how you were sure you looked, but there was not much you could do to help that. If they want you gone, you’ll make sure that they never see you again. Maybe move across Japan, or even overseas. No one needed such a pitiful friend, and you understood that. You wouldn’t hate them for their decision.

But in that instant, just shy out of range of your teary eyes and your fragile feelings, your six friends let out the breath they didn't know they were holding, and the tension that draped heavy over them lifted. When you had first ran off at lunch without Mitsuya, they weren’t quite sure what to think of his worried messages and calls to Mikey. Originally brushed off as just you having a bad day - they did have a hand in that after all - it was only when you failed to return to school after lunch, a first for you, that the boys started to panic. Immediately, Mikey was barking out orders, and everyone was racing off to their assigned search area, fanning out to look for you.

Did you find out what they did? Were you trying to break off their friendship? What if you left the group? It had been one of those outcomes that were hesitantly brought up during their meetings, one that was quietly muttered under held breaths. One of those unthinkable consequences that the group decided to collectively sweep under the rug until they needed to deal with it. They didn't want to think about how to plead their case to you, and they didn't want to have to to begin with. But as it turned out, it was just you being you. You didn't even stop to question them - they could do no wrong in your eyes, not your beloved friends - and that was what they liked so much about you.

Mitsuya dragged you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you as best he could under the straps of your school bag, letting you cry into his shoulder. ‘You guys will tell me if I mess up right?’ was somehow pleaded from beneath your almost constant hiccups, even as you dried your eyes on his shirt, arms returning a tight hug.

All they did in response was to roughly yank you off Mitsuya, stunning you out for your crying as you were sent flying for a brief second, before landing straight in Kazutora's chest. Tossing your school bag onto a nearby bench, you find your whimpers quieting down as each boy tool turns yanking and pulling you into their own big hugs, exaggerated pats on your back and hard ruffles of your hair. While this did earn the other five a dirty look from Mitsuya, his scowl did quickly fade into quiet chuckles when you couldn’t help yourself, your hiccups morphing into chuckles into all-out laughter as you were pulled here and there, and your face buried into various shoulders and chests. Under the barrage of assurances that you can't possibly fuck up, not with them, and that it was your shitty bastards of classmates that had issues, you lost track of the number of times your hair was ruffled, and the number of bright smiles and eyes flashed your way.

Your arms grabbed by Kazutora and Mikey, you had no choice but to laugh along, the weight lifting off your chest as you were all but mobbed by your friends, frogmarched towards their bikes for yet another adventure with them, something to clear your mind and heart. Managing to at least mumble an apology to Mitsuya even as you tried to force your aching cheeks into a smile, and shyly offering to wash his shirt for him, all he did was wave you off with a grin and another ruffle of your hair, which you took happily. He was just glad to see the smile back on your face.

With the cheer and laughter that surrounded you almost constantly throughout the remainder of the day, the niggling worries and anxiety at the back of your mind quickly melted away under the setting evening sun, the dying rays of light bringing with them your sorrows and fears. Even if the scars stayed embedded deep in your heart, there was nothing to worry about, your mind told you. You didn’t need more friends. All the friends you needed were right here, with you. They cared.

Going back to the mutterings and hostile looks behind your back was tough, not after the previous afternoon’s distractions. But this time, you powered on. It would be a while before you could walk down the corridor with your head held high, or until your self-esteem recovered enough to stop muttering apologies to whoever seemed even the slightest bit annoyed, but you were sure you could get there in time. You did have lunch and after school to look forward to now. With your real friends.

Relief. That was all the boys could feel when you enthusiastically waved them off at school the next day, before disappearing past the bend of a wall. Of course, you didn’t need to know what happened during the weekend. Or more so you couldn’t find out what happened. And you probably didn’t want to either, with all its nasty, grisly details that they were keeping you safe from. The threats dished out almost casually by Mikey and the beatings dealt out by Baji, or the blood on Kazutora’s hands and the crunch of bones under Draken’s. It had been fully within their intention for their actions to hurt your feelings and self-esteem - they did know your weaknesses very well and this was, in fact, the intended outcome. But your face red with tears and gut-wrenching sadness in your eyes felt like a stab right through their chest, the hurt and fear something they never wanted to see smeared across your face again. Even though the momentary pain that they put you through seemed well-worth in the end, the means was too painful to repeat, and they hoped this was a one off, both for you and for them. And right now, your real friends no longer need to worry about any of your school garbage stealing you away from them. No, you were truly their, and only their, friend.

Yet, no matter how hard your friends try to keep you away from anyone, anything that might try to steal you away from them, you still somehow manage to slip under their defences time and time again. Be it a kind word to another guy, or an offer of help to a random passing stranger. You could never seem to keep your attention where it belonged, and their efforts to intervene were not foolproof. After all, you were all kids busy living your own lives, and keeping you within sight of at least one of them at all times wasn’t something that they were capable of at the moment. And worse still, your tendency to wander off from them wasn’t an issue that your friends could settle with a one-off beating.

It was one of those blazing hot afternoons that Draken out on a patrol, a rare downtime when none of them were free to schedule time with you, instead found you giving directions to a group of lost bikers from a rival gang, when you were supposed to be on an errand. He knew that. He saw your schedule. Needless to say, he was pissed. Why weren’t you focusing on your errand? Why were you talking to rivals? And when their reply to you was to blush and blurt out a thank you when you saw them off with a friendly wave, did he realize how pissed he was. Not only at them, but at you.

Didn’t you know how hard they were working to keep you safe? Didn’t you know not to talk to strangers? Everything about this just pissed him off, and the overhead sun scorching his skin only helped to raise his temper quicker. Quickly stalking up to you, and grabbing your arm with slightly more force than he had originally intended, Draken did relax his grip a bit after you jumped, before realizing that it was him and calming down, greeting him with a bright smile as if you didn’t just ruin his entire afternoon. Tossing a mask that he had kept in his pocket for this sort of emergency to you, you obediently put it on without question, knowing your friends’ weird tendencies and habits when it came to being out and about with you. You were used to it by now. Come on, was all he told you before you were made to walk with him, Draken making sure to escort you straight to your errand’s endpoint and then back home with nothing more than a quick message to Mikey about his disrupted patrol, his hands now itching for a good pummel. Not that you knew, of course. But you were glad for the company, and passed him a pack of his favourite snack before he left your house.

It was only after that fateful afternoon, for the very first time, that something stirred deep in the guts of your six friends. And when they came together to consult each other the same night, another hot and humid one, on this budding feeling was when they realized that all of them felt the same way. Before, with your classmates and your other little misadventures, it had been more of just a general protectiveness over your attention and your time. They were your friends, and they alone deserve all of your time and your care and your love, not every random trash you picked up along the way. But this ran deeper than that - you were too naive, too fragile, too kind to live without them. You needed their protection more than ever.

It was decided that this protection would be granted to you, whether you liked it or not, on what seemed like just another regular weekend night, one of many spent hanging out near Musashi Temple, a full moon bathing the shrine where you seven sat, snacking on food that you prepared and discussing the day’s events. The announcement of your friends’ new biker gang was unexpected, needless to say, an impromptu statement that was casually fitted into the conversation. Yet at the back of your mind, you always knew that it was going to come to this. Even if you trembled internally on the what-ifs and how-ifs of them throwing themselves into the frontlines, you could appreciate the sentiment, and repeated out loud your support with a big, bright smile, holding your shaking hands firmly behind your back. You weren’t going to show them your fear again. Your mental determination to be their biggest support was cemented with the loud cheers and woops, and big bear hugs you received.

But they had always planned for it to be unexpected to you, with the official decision having already been made a few nights before in one of those secret meetings you never found out about, based on an impromptu suggestion on Baji’s part, and an equally unplanned agreement by everyone else. Even though Mikey told you that his decision was based on the fact that there was another biker gang running loose in the region - the Black somethings, you really couldn’t remember for the life of you - and that they wanted to have the ability to protect people important to them, the unspoken truth was that the biker gang had always been for you. The night you joined was what made the gang as official to them as it was to you.

Being told by Mikey straight to your face that you, and only you, weren’t allowed to sign on as a member per se didn’t turn into an issue like what Kazutora had feared. You were you, after all, and you seemed happy enough to be included in this new exciting venture with your true friends, accepting an honorary member status with equal eagerness and glee. Laughing as you waved away their assurances about how it was as good as being a full member, or how they just wanted to keep you safe by not involving you in their fights, or even how you would have your very own version of their uniform, your giant smile told them all they needed to know as you ruffled and combed your fingers through their hair. You were just glad not to be left out. The sting from school still resonates from the back of your mind and the bottom of your gut, and you would be thankful to never feel that again.

And for the rest of the new founders, now with their friend happy and safe under their protection, the rest of the wheels could begin to turn.

Life for you started to pass at breakneck speed, and days seemed to pass in a blink. Discussing and agreeing (and you state that lightly) on Tokyo Manji Gang as the group’s name, or Toman for short, you got down to the nitty, gritty details that were needed to actually start a gang: the planning of the flag and uniform design with Mitsuya, the discussion and agreement on the manifesto with Mikey and Draken, and the fitting of the uniform with each and every friend. Determined to leave no stone unturned, you took the extra step of getting a tick off from every founder at every step, and when you and Mitsuya unveiled the final design of the iconic Toman flag and uniforms one quiet afternoon in that quiet Shibuya cafe everybody loved, it seemed like your efforts paid off well. Revealing the design at the group’s favourite cafe in downtown Shibuya, the glitters and dropped jaws that you and Mitsuya received in return made all the hard work worthwhile. With one commemorative photo snapped in the midst of the busy Shibuya crossing, Toman was now well and truly on the scene.

Yet even after Toman sprang to life, the limited time you got to spend with your friends whenever they weren’t out and about claiming territory or expanding their gang was still as fun as ever, whipping through the city on bikes that you weren't sure where they got, clutched tightly to their broad backs, feeling the blinding wind in your hair and on your face. Sure they rolled up to your house covered with bruises and wounds more often than not, and you tutted and tsked as you gently cleaned them up, but the large grins and laughter made up for your worry at their injuries. As long as they were happy, you were too. And life went on.

Mikey’s birthday popped up on your calendar before you realized, one of those things that you wrote down so long ago that it jumps out when it's finally round the corner.

It was only when Kazutora had used one of his one-on-ones with you to tell you about his plan to steal Mikey a bike as a present was when you realized that everybody was already on the same page as you on a present for Mikey. You weren’t too sure what happened, unwilling to prod too much, and having only heard whatever the rest were willing to tell you, but it was a fact that Mikey came back from one of those road trips the boys went on without his precious bike. But even still, with a strong breeze that tossed your hair and carried the heat of the sun away, you made sure to smack down your friend’s foolish idea as firmly as you could muster.

Don't be stupid, you chided him, even as you ran your fingers gently through his hair, the both of you relaxing under the shade of an overhead road, empty bento boxes packed neatly away. Felonies aren't fun after all, and you were certain of that. You did however understand where Kazutora was coming from though. It was rather sad to see Mikey, the leader of a biker gang, without a bike of his own, and the sometimes vacant look on your friend’s face was starting to frighten you - it was always times like these where Mikey’s eyes became unreadable to you, and that have never ended well. Leave the bike to me, you told Kazutora, your brain starting to whirl with ideas.

Even so, you weren’t done with him yet, forcing Kazutora to promise out loud to you that he wouldn’t go through with his plan. Going so far as to tell him that if he even attempted such a stunt, you would break off your friendship with him for good. This was serious business, and you rather he knew how serious now rather than later. After extracting everything you wanted from a visibility frightened Kazutora, you were finally satisfied, returning a promise of your own that you would come back with a bike worthy of Mikey, come hell or high water, and sealing it with a cross over your heart. With a racing pulse and your head throbbing with ideas, you had to admit to yourself that it was rather thrilling to have such a big responsibility on your shoulders for once. The looks on their faces at the end of it all was bound to be worth the effort. But now, to work.

With your end goal already in mind, and with the expanded connections and the small pile of cash you had built through the little errands you have been running for the most of a year, you were almost certain that you knew how to get what you wanted. Despite never having tried, you were sure that you could pull some strings and promise some favours as needed, with the number of people that owed you.

But Mikey's birthday was too big, too important, and you knew that no matter how hard you tried, this couldn’t be a one-man operation. No, far from it - you needed help from the rest to pull this off. In a secret meeting with the rest of your grumpy friends, save Mikey, held at your house in the early morning hours, where the chilly air blew in and sank onto your bedroom floor, you assured raised eyebrows that you could get your hands on a hand-me-down bike no problem. Quickly reiterating your capability in securing Mikey’s present several times, you even made sure to text each member personally your promise so that they wouldn’t forget. But with the first sun rays poking through your window and illuminating the world, you had to admit that you couldn’t exactly plan a surprise party at the same time, and would be leaving that responsibility entirely up to them. And to really make it a surprise, the celebration would have to be the night before Mikey’s actual birthday.

Now with everyone on the same page, the finer details could be begun to be discussed and mapped out over hot drinks and a cold wooden desk by the six of you. Or rather the five of them. Draken was adamant that with such a big task already in your hands, there was no extra work that they wanted you handling. You were made to sit out of the party discussion, with him and Mitsuya instead handling most of the party planning. The procurement of party goods were split out evenly among the five, and even though they had been originally tempted to accept your offer of putting together a picnic basket for party food, Pah-chin made sure to turn you down, and Kazutora suggested just simple convenient store food. That suggestion was passed unanimously albeit the reluctance, and all you could do was shrug and smile. They were really too good to you.

Even though you had given yourself extra lead time, and with blood pumping and excitement in your chest building, the week building up to D-day turned out to be anything but fun. Well, you did kind of expect that, to be fair. Yet everyday still seemed like the longest day, and you stopped keeping track of where the sun was in the sky as school and work blended together. With your phone constantly ringing in your ears, and you always being on the move, the hours seemed to drag on forever, tracking every lead you have on a bike that Mikey would be proud to own. At the same time, the days seemed to wash by like water down your favourite river, peacefully slipping by one suffering minute at a time. It was endless hell running from place to place, and the phone calls from your various old clients with tip offs kept coming.

Your routine had all but gone out the window as you struggled to keep your searching a secret from Mikey; sleeping just the bare minimum of hours at night before heading to school, followed by spending your arranged time with the boys and rushing to and fro errands, before finally being able to restart your search when the sun disappeared from the overhead sky. Under the yellow overhead streetlights that lined quiet roads, and the biting cold wind that ate at your skin, you found yourself in places that you never expected to visit; those little alleyways that wound behind city buildings, speaking with people you never expected to speak to. Thankfully, everything turned out well for you, with every person you came across being polite and kind, pointing you in the right directions, until you finally, finally, had something you could work with. An older model of bike for sure, but the engine was good (or at least that was what he assured you), and the bike rode fine. He even gave it to you cheap when you mumbled about only having so much cash, convincing you that he was only giving you a steep discount because of the condition that the bike was in.

And the bike was rough. You couldn’t lie about that. Even if you did find what you were looking for, the shape it was in just indicated to you how many more hours of work lay ahead of you. Yet, there was no denying the pride that still swelled in your chest as you wheeled your prize back to your small garage, the bike looking even worse under the artificial white lamps that hung low from your ceiling. With a small box of tools, a heap of towels, and your laptop screen open to the most basic manual you could get your hands on, you got to work that same night. Just three days to go, and you weren’t sure that you would make it. You sure hope you did.

Pulling every string and connection you had, it was a race against the clock, and you would still recall proudly about how you actually skipped an entire day of school just to rush to the edge of town to pick up your rushed custom parts, before spending another good two hours figuring how to attach them to your project, all with just the guidance of its former owner over the phone. There would be no day or night for you as your clock ticked down.

And when D-day finally rolled around, it was relief that swept through your veins, collapsing exhausted into your soft bed and pillows. But there was no rest for the wicked, and peace was not meant to be. Because boy did D-day start off with a bang. Literally.

You had still been dead asleep after working through the night to finish your present in utter secrecy, only for you to find via a sudden, jarring phone call that broke you from your sleep, that your friends were on the run from the police after a scuffle. Thanking your previous self who had the foresight to hide the bike when you were done, tucked neatly and securely in a corner no one would look at, you let them crash at your place, hiding their bikes inside your garage before herding the lot into your house for a late breakfast.

Although you chose to head to school once all of them were clean and fed, trusting them to look after your place while you were gone, you still questioned why you didn’t just skip one more day of school given you spent all your classes with your head on your desk nestled in your folded arms, fast asleep behind your propped up books. The all-nighters you had been pulling were coming back to haunt you, and you swore that if your eyebags didn’t give you away to Mikey, there was literally nothing you could do that he would pick up on. And lucky for you, Mikey seemed as oblivious as ever to the world.

As it turned out, going to school for small naps throughout the day was actually the right thing to do, given how you were instantly ambushed when you returned home in the afternoon, the cloudy overhead sky seemingly out to taunt you with the ideal napping weather. No rest for the weary it seemed, as you were instead quickly hauled over the shoulder of a laughing Kazutora and rushed off to your garage, before being unceremoniously dumped into the passage seat of a bike and whisked off to god-knows-where, your head whirling with your lack of sleep and the quick pace of events. Didn’t stop your laughter from bubbling up and over though, as the chilly, blinding winds that tore at your eyes and ears woke you straight back up.

Somehow, someway, the entire day’s plan went off without a hitch. Distracting Mikey had really been as easy as Draken had said, and he didn’t once pick up on what the group was doing as he was dragged from cafe to carnival and back to cafe, everyone having pitched in to spoil Mikey with all his favourite foods and activities. And when night time fell, a very stuffed gang indeed rolled up to your favourite hangout on the riverbank, where you had peeled away earlier to hide your present nearby.

You took a moment where Mikey looked sufficiently distracted to slip away, giving Draken’s sleeve a quick tug to indicate your departure. Catching the barest glimpse of the nod that he returned from the corner of your eye, you nimbly made your way further up the riverside, just around the bend where the party was ongoing, to where you had securely hidden your present. Right out of sight from the group, you were careful not to shift off the canvas cover even as you unlocked the bike from its locks, slowly wheeling it out from the grass patch and onto the pavement. Even though the new rubber wheels rubbed and creaked against the road, it was masked against the backdrop of whoops and cheers of the rest of your friends as they laughed while setting off sparklers.

And then finally. The moment everyone had been waiting for. A few pops, and streamers scattered in the wind, and various rings of “Happy birthday, Mikey!” filled the air as the minute hand on your watch ticked to 12, as Draken and Mitsuya forcibly whirled Mikey 180 degrees round to face you and his present.

Happy birthday from us all, Mikey! You laughed, tossing off the canvas with a flourish, the moonlight scattered across a gleaming CB250T. The shiny Toman insignia stood out proudly from the gloss black of the custom built fuel tank, and every part of the motorcycle was cleaned and polished to perfection. Only you alone knew the sweat and tears and cramped hands that went into turning this into a reality, and you had resolved to keep this to yourself. You just wanted to see your friends happy.

Kicking down the bike’s kickstand, and allowing it to stand free, you tossed aside the canvas sheet, reminding yourself to fold it up later as you moved forward to ruffle your friend’s hair. The look of disbelievement mixed with utter joy was indeed worth all the time and effort.

“Where did you - ”, was all Mikey managed to mutter before apparently losing his ability to speak, swinging to take a glance around at the rest of the group briefly, but recognising the looks of equal astonishment in the eyes of the rest of the group, turned back to you.

"Is that?"

You did promise a bike that Mikey could be proud of come hell or high water after all, you thought to yourself, nodding proudly before sending a wink at Kazutora. They should know that you weren’t one to walk back on your promises.

But that did nothing to stop the spread of dubious looks and raised eyebrows aimed at you. Perfectly legal, you swore, crossing your heart with a finger, the first time the group witnessed a smug grin spreading across your face. You didn’t want to tell them where you had gotten it, or rather, you had promised the bike’s previous owner not to reveal his identity, but you insisted again that the CB250T had been a hand-me-down. Owner upgraded, and was more than willing to part with this one.

And the boys took your word for it. They would never tell you, but you had a bad habit of wearing your heart on your sleeve, and the shiny, bright-eyed look that was plastered all over your face at the moment told them all they needed to know. You have never lied to them, after all, and they had no reason to believe that you would this time either.

Watching your friends’ faces quickly morph into one of glee, it was obvious that your words reached them, and that they trusted you without further questions. Tossing over the keys, Mikey easily caught it with one hand, right before another barrage of poppers and streamers went off, and party hats were jammed onto everyone’s head. Bikes were rolled back onto the road, your party hat was replaced with a helmet, and off you went cheering into the night, the satisfying roar of motorbikes marking the start of the real celebrations.

The next day, although a school day, had also been slated for constant celebration. You did decide to skip class again, since it was the first birthday that you were celebrating with your friends, but this still would not explain why everyone sans you decided that the best course of action to carry on the celebratory mood was to crash your house. And that was how you found yourself with your friends strewn randomly, haphazardly across your bedroom floor, most of them opting for just a comforter thrown over your floor, with only the birthday boy allowed to cuddle with you up in your bed. Why your house, you suppose you would never find out, considering that it was Mikey’s birthday, not yours. But you didn’t mind, secretly pleased that they liked your place enough to sleepover.

Or that was what you originally thought to yourself, until the group launched their unscheduled attack on you, in your own room to boot, now refreshed and determined to get answers from you on your earlier stunt.

“Not going to tell us where you got the bike, huh?” Draken poked your waist again, and you let out a breathless huff, failing to release yourself from where you had been pinned down with pillows. Baji grinned, running the feather you swore he pulled from your winter jacket up and down your foot, which you also failed to jerk up and away.

S-stop, was all you managed to stammer out between your giggles and yelps, trying in vain to leap away from the hands that continued to torture your sides. At least it succeeded in making them pause for a moment, but it was doomed to be just a moment. I really can’t tell you, you pleaded almost tearfully, and Baji and Draken, who had been digging their fingers into your ticklish spots, nearly caved. But Mikey had other ideas.

"Guess we can't stop then." Mikey turned his back on you, casually sucking on his lollipop. "Carry on the punishment."

W-wait, your voice trailed off quickly under the new onslaught of tickles.

You still cooked them breakfast anyway.

They thought nothing more of it even though they never got the answer they wanted; not with the thrill of finally being able to roar down the streets together, Mikey's new ride a fierce black and silver flashing against paved roads. What you said did make sense in their minds, and your friends were more than willing to give you the benefit of their doubt, trusting that you really did just happen across an older biker wanting to pass down his CB250T. Even the registration and licenses matched up, with you having made the transfer in ownership to Mikey earlier on before gifting the bike, although no amount of digging around seemed to give up the identity of its previous owner. You really did a good job with that, and the boys had to admit they were somewhat proud.

Their suspicions (and jealousy, if they were being honest) did flare up slightly however, when a few days after Mikey's birthday you turned down their invitation for a ride with them on a day with such ideal weather, hot sun and cool breezes, even though Mikey had offered to let you ride passenger on his bike - the bike that you painstakingly restored for him. It was the first time you had ever done that to your friends, and even you admitted that it was strange, but the whole situation was ultimately waved off by you. Something important had popped up, you explained over the array of open and empty bento boxes, a little favour you had to do from a client that had helped you with Mikey’s bike.

Kauztora had immediately offered to accompany you - whatever the errand was, it was sure to be faster on a bike right? But again, you turned him down sweetly, laughing and ruffling his hair. This wouldn't take long, your assurance came, soft yet confident, the smile on your face as bright as the blazing sun above. You didn't want him to miss out on riding with the rest either. Packing up the bento boxes, you assured them that this was just a once off that you had to get down, and that you would be back before they realized it, before you disappeared round the bend in the road, a skip in your step and a tune under your breath.

Kazutora still brought it up later on in their usual secret meeting under the empty night sky, the bitterness in his voice and the bite in his tone hard to miss. Were you hiding something from them? Was there someone else in the picture? But your eyes had shone with the same sincerity as always when you waved them off from the porch of your house, arms laden with empty boxes, promising to prepare a snack when they returned. And you did as you promised. They weren't sure exactly when you reached home, but the hot, piping snack was ready on your dining table when they returned.

In the eyes of the group, there was no reason to push this issue any further, and Mikey told Kazutora firmly to drop it. Besides, their hands were full as it is, with Toman’s strength swelling in size far more rapidly than they had previously anticipated. Too distracted between organizing new members and beating rivals, they let this seemingly one-off event slide. You wouldn’t do that to your friends again, would you?

And then it happened again.

It always was the best day of the week when you appeared from the front gates of your school, bags of bento boxes slung over both arms. You usually ate with at least one of them at lunch, but with the growing Toman and responsibilities that came with it, sunny afternoons like these were one of the few consistent times that you could see everyone together. Heading to the group’s favourite alleyway a stone’s throw from your school gates, you spread out a small blanket in the shade of the tall brick-lined walls as the boys yanked their own boxes from your bags, recognising their lunch by the furoshiki you always wrapped them in. One by one, the tops were cranked open, and the boys dug in. Yet even after all the various members of the group had their personal boxes, and putting yours aside on a space next to Draken, who you trusted to stop anyone attempting to have your lunch as well, you still had one box left in the bag, wrapped carefully in what seemed like a new furoshiki that none of them recognised.

“Ya counted wrong or something?” Pah-chin pointed at the remaining box in your bag, a confused look replacing the previous excited one on his face. “Ya brain turning to mush too?”

You boys go ahead, you beamed, carefully lifting the last box from the bottom of your bag and bundling it into your arms. I’ll be right back, you promised, just going to drop this off, quickly disappearing round the corner before anyone could ask or even follow you, leaving your friends alone and bewildered. What was going on?

You were cooking for someone else now? Wasn’t your cooking only for them? For your friends? Was this related to the previous time you flaked on their ride?

Judging from the irked looks being pulled across the faces of the various members, these incidents could no longer be overlooked. With no other way around it, your friends resolved to speak to you and help get your priorities straight. Even if you weren’t doing it on purpose, they couldn’t risk having you see someone else, or even worse, making new friends with literal strangers. You were bound to be taken advantage of, and they needed to protect you from the harshness of the world. And if you didn’t listen to them, well, that was an issue that they would deal with within their own world.

But alas, it seemed things were not meant to be that day, and they found themselves being jumped by a group of delinquents in a uniform they didn’t recognise even as they were steeling themselves for the talk. Already thirsting for blood - anyone’s blood - their plan to corner you about your little side adventures was all but forgotten as your six friends flew into action under the shadow of the alley walls, the crunch of bones quelling their annoyance at being disrupted. Noses were broken, guts were punched, and the newest Toman members were sent packing with their tails between their legs. Returning to a sight of the boys nonchalantly helping themselves to and finishing up your lunch, you could only bring yourself to only feel at most slightly annoyed. Settling for just a sigh and a tutt, and sitting yourself down next to Draken so you could lean on him as support, you munched away at the sandwich you packed in case of emergencies like these as the rest laughed and joked and teased. You could never get angry at your friends.

And so life went on for you.

It had been days since then, and tonight so happened to be one of those nights that Baji found himself again unable to sleep. Maybe it was the hot and humid night, one of those when he could feel the sweat building up and pouring down his forehead, where even the breeze from riding full speed on his motorcycle didn’t seem to help. Or maybe it was the bright full moon that shone directly into his window, the light of which he couldn’t get out of his head. Whatever it was, the fact remained that Baji couldn't sleep, and even after winding up and down familiar empty city streets, he somehow found himself back on his street, just further down the road, near where you lived.

These sort of nights always seemed to lead him back to you. He knew you wouldn’t mind if he crashed for a bit. A hot drink and a few of your tired blinks and yawns might be the cure he needs to rid himself of this restlessness. Maybe you’ll even let him crash with you for the night; perhaps your arms wrapped tight around him was what he needed to sleep.

The street in front of your house was completely quiet at this time of the night, with only the sound of the flickering bulbs overhead daring to break the silence. Or so Baji thought, pushing his bike along until your house appeared over the curve of the horizon. And there you were, standing in front of your house when you should have been asleep, hands wrapped around a helmet that didn’t look familiar, to the side of a bike that didn’t look familiar.

He watched you hand over the helmet, illuminated by the light of the full moon behind you, muttering something that he couldn’t hear as someone received it from you, a man - his hands lingering on yours for an unacceptable amount of time before moving away to hang the helmet loosely from his handlebar.

You didn’t even notice Baji, one of your oldest friends, standing a distance away, the look of disbelief smeared clearly across his face, white knuckles still clutching the handlebars of his motorcycle even as he tried to force himself to move. Towards you? Away from you? Anything. Just let go and move.

But all Baji could do was stand and stare, his body frozen for reasons beyond him. And the worst part? Their eyes met. Just for a moment as that piece of garbage looked up and away from you, but he saw, and he knew. He knew Baji was watching. The absolute bastard, who knew he was standing right there, leaned in close and caught your lips in a quick peck, before pulling away. And in that moment, under the yellow light of the overhead streetlamp, Baji watched your face flush, your hand moving up to touch your lips - in shock or horror he couldn’t tell.

But that jerk wasn't done. As if he hadn't defiled your sweet face enough, he dared to run his filthy fingers through your hair in what seemed like nothing more than a mocking copy of the heavenly way you ran your fingers through Baji's, gently tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Turning in Baji’s direction to toss him a quick smirk, all he could do was watch you - with his own two eyes - shly wave off that shitstain, before you turned around and retreated into your house, a skip in your step, and that bastard finally left you alone.

Toman’s first division captain was bad at remembering a lot of things at school - math formulas, geography, whatever - but this was the one thing he would never forget. The face of garbage who dared to steal his friend.

Now, more than ever, Baji couldn't bear to leave you alone without them, to be alone without you, and so he forced himself to wait right there, hands still firmly on the handlebars, his bike resting on his waist. Minutes ticked by, one painful minute at a time, or maybe they did. The breeze had picked up between then and now - it was now a harsh, biting wind that tore at his eyes and tossed his hair. His brain was screaming at him to report this - he had to let the rest know - yet all he could numbly think about as he stood underneath the streetlamp, white noise buzzing in his ears, was how much he just wanted to check up on you.

He waited until he could not, his bare hands freezing on his handlebar, until he was sure it had been long enough between that dickbag leave and him arriving. Parking his bike inside your heated garage - he knew where you kept your spare key - the warmth on his numb body was but a temporary relief before he made his way up to your door. Baji hesitated, his fist resting on your door for a few moments, the turmoil within him too much for just a moment, before he finally moved to rap his knuckles.

Hearing you sing out 'Coming' from up top, something about that cheerful note hit him wrong. Unable to pinpoint what it was that he felt in that moment, Baji couldn't help the tears that started welling up, even when he tried to force his indiscernible feelings back down. Was it seeing you happy with someone else? Was it your continued cheer even after you betrayed your friends for a stranger?

And it was to his mournful face that you opened to, Baji immediately stumbling in, wrapping his arms tight around you, burying his face into your chest. You didn't seem surprised - you never did - simply standing still and allowing him to bawl his eyes out on your front step, wrapping your arms around him, gently stroking the back of his head and humming quietly to him.

He didn't even need to ask to stay; you bundled him into your room, your comforting arms bundled around him, sitting him down at your table with a quick promise that you would be right back. And you were; with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, the two of you silently sharing a drink in the darkness of your room, with only the occasional sniffle and the whistle of wind through your open window breaking the silence. You weren't like that, was what rolled through Baji's mind, as he crawled exhausted into your bed, you tucking him in well before turning in for the night yourself, the two empty mugs left neatly on your table. You wouldn't cheat on your friends- and definitely not your best friends, he tried to reassure himself, as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his head into your chest, your hand coming to rest on the top of his head. You were too kind for that, his eyes flickered close as your breathing evened out. So why didn't he believe that?

Baji made sure to send off the nightmare scene he had witnessed as soon as he was awake, something he should have done the previous night. No one could fault him for this delay though; the mere thought of you seeing someone else, having a boyfriend even, almost broke the boys. In their minds, it was panic mode. This wasn't something they expected. It wasn't in the calculations. They weren't prepared. When did this happen? They thought they made sure to scare off any that had even the most remote chance of stealing you away from them. Was he where you got Mikey’s bike? Was this the favour and strings you pulled? How long have you been seeing him?

The boys had planned for their initial inquiry to be gentle. Maybe just a few quick questions weaved in between ordinary conversation about who that guy was and what was his relationship with you. Something that wouldn’t catch your attention too much while they investigated more behind the scene. But all their plans went out the window when Kazutora, unable to contain himself, with jealousy and anger written clearly across his face and burning in his eyes, stormed up to you the next morning and demanded to know who that bastard was.

And the dam broke, with the rest of the group all but swarming you, each bearing their envy and resentment in their own special way. But you, being you, didn't even flinch in the face of your friends' raging insecurities, allowing them to pull at your limbs and rant and seethe and pout at you. Draken and Mitsuya with their standoffish attitude, content with seething internally and throwing you dirty looks through narrowed eyes, Pah-chin and Baji getting louder and louder trying to convince you of something you couldn’t quite make out, and Mikey and Kazutora all but yanking at your arms, their silent pleading conveyed through their shiny eyes.

To a certain extent, you could say that you were used to this - they did act up like this occasionally, especially when they wanted time that you couldn’t give them. This round was definitely what counted as an escalated tantrum, but you couldn’t really blame them in the end. It was your fault for hiding this from them, and you did feel guilty. Yet at the same time, you couldn’t say for sure why they were reacting so harshly. Weren’t they glad that you made a new friend all by yourself?

Allowing them to wear themselves out before you spoke, you informed them ever so kindly that you weren't sure what they had been talking about to begin with, but you were here for them and open to listening to their concerns and worries. What was it about your newest friend that they didn’t like? He was part of a different gang, they tried to tell you, as you stood there patiently, soothingly. Riding under a different banner, fighting for a different leader. A rival; to Toman, to them, and to you. What if he was just using you to get to them? What if he hurts you? Couldn't you see that?

Trying your best to calm them down, you allowed them to pull at your shirt as you ran your fingers through their hair, pulling others into a hug and into your lap even as you answered their questions. Yes he did ask you on a date in return for his help with the bike - or rather, in return for his bike, you thought to yourself - but it was nothing serious. He just wanted to know you better, and vice versa. Yes, you also knew he was part of a different gang, clear from the insignia of his bike, but he never did bring it up nor hang it over your head, so you didn't either. And no, you didn’t like him that way, and him being there was no way diminishing how important your friends were to you. Hell, you could even say outright that he was in no way as important to you as your friends.

But you drew a line with your friends, another first just for the records, at dumping him straight out, not ready to break off such a hard-worn relationship just because they asked you to. Just let me give him a chance, you pleaded on behalf of literal trash, swearing that you would never allow him to take away from your time spent with them. Just a week. You trust me, don't you? No matter what they tried, it didn’t seem to sink in to you how much they already despised your new acquaintance.

They could do nothing but watch you thank them for their concern, wave a quick bye, before disappearing into your house, a spring still in your step. They had failed you. You had failed them.

Where was your loyalty to Toman? To them?

With no other option open to them, it seemed that yet again, they had to take matters into their own hands - for your own good, of course. It hurts them as much as it hurts you of course, watching your face twist with sorrow when you are abandoned yet again by what you thought was a new friend. But your naivety, which had been what endeared you to them to begin with, was getting in the way of your usual steadfast logic and reasoning, and none of your friends were ready to see you lose that aspect. They had to be the one to step up and protect you, as friends should. But at least a small mercy was that your new so-called friend was also a delinquent, and they could really settle things their way. You wouldn’t even complain either - you never did when they fought with other gangs after all.

Toman, with its expanded membership and Mikey at its head, could theoretically easily keep you under watch throughout all hours of the day, but its founding members were reluctant to let anyone else come close to you. No, they couldn’t risk it, not when you already showed your ability to wander off from them at a drop of a hat. They did try their best to occupy as much of your time as they could, to the point of letting you dip your toes into their world, allowing you to sit at their meetings, with the hope that if you saw just how dark, how violent their world and their rivals were, maybe it’ll open your eyes in a way their words couldn’t. While they waited for any signs of effectiveness, between the six of them, it was agreed that they would each take turns to watch you when you were away from their side. No actions were to be taken in front of you though - you didn’t need to see that side of them yet.

But that vow was almost already broken on the first day, when Draken had to physically wrestle Mikey from leaving their little hideout and handing out one of his nuclear kicks. You had been seated next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as that scum picked away at the bento you had made, wrapped in the same furoshiki as the first time, when he had suddenly put aside the box to pull you into his lap. You giggled - giggled - when he rested his chin atop your head, arms wrapped around your waist, allowing you to swing your legs freely from where you were perched, the light breeze tossing your hair about. Mikey’s face was void of emotions when Draken finally let him go, long after you had left hand in hand with that jerk, but Draken recognised the wrath that blazed behind those eyes too well. It was, after all, a clear reflection of his own.

Similarly, Baji had to knock Kazutora straight out cold before he could outright shank the shitstain running their lives, your life, after having to spend an entire afternoon observing you hand feeding lunch to him. An afternoon that you had originally scheduled for errands, time that was theirs, now gone, and instead devoted to entertaining a bastard that didn’t even deserve to be looked at by you.

Even Mitsuya, the most level-headed, laidback founding member of Toman, had been all but fuming by the end of his shift, his normal calmness gone, replaced with a cold fury that burned deep in his eyes as he stormed off past Pah-chin. Nails dug into his palms and an unbearable thirst for blood raging in his chest after spending an afternoon following you around at a fair, Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to tear out and feast on the eyes of that imbecile you let kiss ice cream off your reddened cheek, fingers tightly intertwined with his.

You had been their stability from the start, the rock that held Toman together. You were always there, through the ups and downs, steadily carrying them, pushing them forward no matter what happened. Without you there, silently cheering them on when they were victorious and comforting them when they weren't, they weren’t sure whether there would still be a Toman. And now, with the road to leaving them behind in the past open to you, the world that they had wanted to build with you, for you, was threatening to crumble.

No. None needed to speak, yet the singular thought echoed through each and every mind. You couldn’t possibly survive in this harsh and cruel world without them. Not kind, naive you. And they couldn’t fathom a life without you by their side. Toman wouldn't allow this. Your real friends wouldn't allow this.

This was war.

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lavishedinjimin · 3 years ago

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Hi! For kinky hours can I request a wolf hybrid Namjoon and bunny hybrid OC?

I love this prompt!! I purposefully made Namjoon "shapeshift into a wolf" while still being a hybrid, so he's also technically also a werewolf in this one? Either way, this was incredibly fun to write omg

warning: all characters are intended to be 18+. I do not write, and I never intend to write underaged OCs

Wandering through the forest with your herd, you hate how your ears pick up even the smallest bit of sound. The grown-ups would always tell you that they're a blessing, enabling you to hear any possible danger that's coming in your way, but you don't want to use it.

You were a dependent little thing, playful and oftentimes mischievous. You follow your family with a huff and a puff as you journey to find a new home.

But you were still young, still naive and the world can easily distract you — just like this pretty yellow butterfly that crash-landed right onto your nose.

You sneeze as the little insect tickled your nostrils. Following the butterfly in a new direction, you take interest in it as if it wants to show you something.

"Hey!" you meekly call out to the butterfly, your feet struggling as you make your way through many huge logs and branches, "Where are you taking me? I h-have to get back to my family!"

The butterfly takes you to a river until it flies up and up into the air, leaving you there to stand alone. You call out for it, reaching your hand up, but it was no use.

Looking around your surroundings, you feel a tight sensation in your chest as you attempt to figure out how to get out of the area. You were completely lost, all alone, and worried that someone, something might get you.

You sniffle, fighting back the tears as your ears droop down. "Stupid butterfly..."

You carefully walk along the riverbank, your soft footsteps being the only sound aside from the leaves in the trees whooshing as the wind brushes past them.

It dawned upon you that you were in serious trouble.

Suddenly, to your left, you heard a branch split. The sound frightens you and you hastily try to find what made that noise. With your curious nature coming to play, you step closer to the bushes, your nostrils flaring as you use your sense of smell to your advantage.

"Hello?" you shout, "Is anyone here? Come out! I need help!"

A swift force abruptly knocks your body over, making you yelp, until you realize that it was a much bigger animal, five times bigger than you. Your body rolls along the grass with the animal's four legs wrapped around you. You release a shriek when you realize that it was a wolf. It was panting, salivating, and clearly hungry.

Wolves eat bunnies.

"No! Let me go!" you attempt to pry him away, using your feet but he was stronger than you. "Please! Let me go! I n-need to get back to my family!"

The wolf's eyes glow red and it growls paramountly, the rough and rugged sound resonating throughout the woods. This automatically switches on the tears to fall.

You sniffle and cry in absolute fear, but the wolf has you trapped.

"Don't kill me, please," you cover your face in your arms, "I'm sorry!"

You waited and waited for something to happen, for things to escalate, but there was only silence after that.

You carefully remove your arms, peeking to see what happened to the wolf. Then, it suddenly transformed into a hybrid, half-animal, and half-human, just like you. You thought that it was just a regular real wolf!

He kneels between your hips as if straddling your thighs. Your eyes scan his buff, muscular body, his furry tail swaying behind him and his acute gray ears were pointed up in the air. He stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I..." he speaks, his voice thick and monotone, "I'm sorry, bunny. I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't do anything to me," you whimper when the hybrid leans closer to you, bringing his lips to your neck, "please... I w-want to go back."

Namjoon ignores your protests and cries and allows his tongue to lick a big, aggressive stripe along your neck. "Oohhh," you shiver, your eyes widening, "what are you doing?"

You've never felt this feeling before as something inside you feels fuzzy. Namjoon uses his strength to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. He creates a deep, growling noise while he firmly grinds his hips into yours.

"Hey — mmmh — what's going on with you?!" your eyes roll back to your head when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat.

His eyes turn red again.

"You smell and taste so fucking good, little bunny. I d-don't think I can stop..." Namjoon shows you his canines as his animalistic side overpowers him, "such an innocent little bunny wandering alone in the forest, I couldn't help but follow your cute ass."

"A-Aaah," your body shivers when he cups his hand against your heat, his fingers teasing you as they stroke up and down.

"Aw, bunny," Namjoon coos, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"What?" you sniffle, nose red from crying, "Fuck? What's that?"

Namjoon's dick instantly grows rock-hard from the soft, subdued tone of your voice. He comes closer until his nose touches yours, "It means, bunny," Namjoon growls to tease you, smirking as he watches your body tremble in fear, "It means that I want to put my cock inside you, bury it so deep inside your cute and tight cunt, until I coat you with my seed."

Namjoon immediately encloses your body with his own strength when he feels you squirming, a cry falling off your lips. "No one can save you now, bunny. You and I, we're all alone in this river. You scream, I cover your mouth. You try to run, well—" he chuckles, "I'm a hundred times faster than you. You bite me, I bite you back."

Your eyes were big as you stare into him, breathing heavily. His words somehow made you feel as though you're falling into a deep headspace, your mind fogging up.

"There's no need to escape, bunny. I know you want this, I can fucking smell how aroused you are. That pussy's leaking for me."

He checks to see if he was correct, "See?" he brings his hand back up to reveal his sticker, wet fingers, "see what I do to you? You won't admit it, but I know that you're loving this as much as I do, bunny."

Without a warning, Namjoon flips you over so that your stomach lays on the ground. Namjoon rips all your clothing, making you shiver as the cold wind touches your skin. Namjoon waits no time to push his throbbing dick inside you, your ass and bushy tail in full display for him.

You wince from how big and thick he was, his cock stretching your walls apart like no one has done before. Your hands dig into the soil, eyes closing shut as a tear falls down to your cheeks. "Awwh, t-that feels..." you moan, "feels so—aaahhh!"

Namjoon spanks your ass then digs his claws into your plump cheeks as he thrusts the rest of his cock deep inside of you. He fucks you so roughly that with each pound, your smaller build was jolting back and forth. You couldn't keep up with his pace, feeling lightheaded already.

"Ohh, that's it," he snarls, "take that big dick inside that cunt. Your moans are so fucking delicious. You make me fucking mad," Namjoon's forehead and neck accumulate a layer of sweat as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Do you like this, huh? Does your sweet, little bunny pussy likes the feeling of being fucked for the first time?"

"Yessss, o-ohhh, it feels good," you pant, "t-thank you."

Namjoon feels himself getting cocky, "Told you so. I'm not gonna let you go, I hope you know that. You're gonna be my little fuck bunny forever."

#namjoon smut #bts kinky hours open #bts wolf au #dom namjoon #rm smut

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seraphinitegames · 3 years ago

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The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 05/Nov/2021

What a week!! Chapter Nine has been SO MUCH FUN!!

And even better, I should be able to finish one of the endings by tomorrow, which means I should finish Chapter 9 early next week!!! Aaahhh!!

But seriously, Chapter 9 has been a blast to write! :D There are 'fail' and 'pass' versions (the stats to pass them something a bit different than just the usual), but the fail ones are just as fun as the pass ones, so I really hope people will enjoy them!

Again, as I've said so many times, it's not really a fail. It's just a different path. It's just this time you may not be as successful in your plan as you'd hoped, but that might lead to some unexpected consequences that may not be as bad as you think.

I really like to create balance in the games I write! So please don't think you always have to be choosing the exact choices that relate to your stats and things. Always just choose what works for your MC in the moment!

So yeah, tomorrow I'm seriously hoping to blast through one of the endings, which means there is only one ending version left. I will do my best to go straight into editing and playtesting after that, as it's a very important part of the process...but I may sneak in some Chapter 10 too ;D

And it shouldn't come as a surprise by now, but Chapter 10 has two versions of it as well, lol!

I really have been so excited for all these versions and branches though! Book Three really feels like where things are starting—not just for the story, but for me. I want to make games that are super involved and immersive with all these details and bigger side stories for people to explore!

Okay, I'll stop getting all buzzed now :D I'm just really excited about Chapter 9, and how it's fitting in, hehe!

I'm actually really surprised I got along so far because Monday and Tuesday were social media days. Had amazing fun writing the scenarios for Patreon (F taking care of a sick MC made me so warm and fuzzy inside!), as well answering the asks on Tumblr for the month ahead!

I've put some more asks aside in the hopes me and Nai can find some time on an evening to make, even a short, Youtube Q&A. I've missed those! But it's difficult finding time with Nai and her Little One, and I often work on Wayhaven or Creek Edge on an evening. But I'm hoping we can find time to just relax and have fun with a vid again soon!

Hope you all have the most fantastic weekend! We'll be offline as usual, so I'll talk to you all soon! <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #interactive fiction #progress report #update #book three

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evansbby · 2 years ago

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Hey bestie 🥰🫶 Fairy’s Woes, here we go 😍

I did skim through, liked and rebloged it earlier - but this evening I had the time to properly read and appreciate this beautiful drabble 😍

Aaahhh I loved the domestic touch to this - it was omega decorating the house, baking cupcakes, preparing snacks, just all out her making sure the place was ready to welcome guests - such a cute lil wifey, of course Steve was so proud of her 🥹

You display the a/b/o dynamic so well!!! Honestly I had no clue about the dynamic before starting POYT and I read the wiki page you linked but even before reading the wiki page I felt I learned so much about the dynamic from how you show the relationship and feelings of omega and Steve. It was particularly clear in the beginning of the drabble when omega was drawn to listen to Steve and felt the need to explain herself to avoid disappointment him 🥺

“Omega.” Steve gives you a stern look, and immediately you stand up, scurrying over to him.

Also “Steve R. transferred you $200” oh my gawd - THIS THE DREAM 😭

Her costume seems perfect for showing exactly how Steve sees her - all cute and innocent with her wings, a soft pink princess in her slip dress, a sexy touch with the body glitter and heels 🥰 And the mental imagine of her walking around with crooked wings from Steve manhandling her during their sexi tryst - bahahaa love that!!!

Cutie Steve Jr, that lil criminal 🧸🤗

“He’s a convict!” You’d told Steve proudly, earlier after he’d finished fucking you and you were sitting there trying to catch your breath and straighten your fairy wings, and the alpha had snorted, grabbing the teddy by the neck. “Oh yeah? What’d he get arrested for? Watching us fuck?”

Way to ruin what could have been an adorable family moment, Steven 😞

“You’re a little pervert, aren’t you, Steve Junior?” And Steve Junior’s coal black eyes had only stared blankly at Steve before you’d snatched him back.

That teddy bear is so ready to bitch slap his father’s smugass face with his big round fluffy paw 🐾

A drunk omega, bless her sweet soul 🥺

Cold terror courses through you, and you grip his hands which are holding your face, “D-Don’t wanna be drunk, Steve! Don’t like being drunk!”

At first this made me laugh because she’s basically begging Steve to take her drunkenness away - like omega how is your bf gonna un-drunk you 😆… but then my heart broke because I realised she’s remembering the terrible memories of her drunk mom’s boyfriends and is feeling terrified of being drunk herself 😢😢😢💔💔💔

“All the decorations are torn and ruined, my fairy wings are crooked, nobody’s playing bob for apples or pin-the-tale-on-the-bitch – I mean witch – and no one ate the cupcakes and…and…and,” you hiccup, choking back a sob, “and my punch tasted weird! I hate this party an’ I hate Halloween!”

Oh omega is so precious 🥺, she must be protected at all cost, pls she’s too cute and sweet 🥹. My heart aches for her because she went to all that effort and no one took the time to appreciate her yummy cupcakes, pretty decorations and fun games 🥺 At least she got the good good from Steve bahaha 😏

I really love that this drabble gives another amazing and interesting insight into omega and Steve when they do reg college student stuff like throwing Halloween parties 😍!!!

- 💙

okay, this is the world’s latest reply but pls!!! omg!! bestie your reviews are like my fav thing ever!! you always notice the little things😩

Yes exactly! Omega was scared of being drunk bc she associates alcohol with bad memories!! Steve doesn’t know that though, so he doesn’t really take her seriously😩 but at least he distracts her lmao

ALSO YES, I know I’m the one who wrote it but “Steve R transferred you $200” is just the sexiest thing ever sjsjsjsja

#anon #💙 anon #poyt ask

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 years ago

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||Three times the fun||

Hey everyone, I’m back with another drabble request. In this one, Blitzo has introduced Stolas to Agent 1 in hopes of them getting along. True, they had a little fit in the past but seems things are doing well. So, now their more closer but just how close? Ready to find out .

||Warning||

-Nsfw will be present

-Threesome

-Size difference

-BDSM is or will be seen

~The guests in this drabble are the following~

*Stolas and Agent 1 that’s owned/rped by the sweet @within-the-resort as a muse and Helluva boss by Vivzypop

*Blitzo is owned/rped as me since I use him as a muse

~Their will be grammar mistakes seen in this drabble so just a heads up. So with that said, I hope you like it.

Blitzo was sitting in another location of the room looking at the bed as he sat in the chair. This was a night he wasn’t expecting but it was a good one. He had a grin on his face seeing something Erotic. He was in his human form but watching the scene in front of him.

“Ahhhhh.......aaahhh....” Stolas, the Goetic Prince of Hell, was sitting on Agent 1′s lap while riding him on his cock. He too was in his human form while moaning out from how good he was inside. This was a something new. Seeing a human serious fucking a prince in such a way. It would be embarrassing to see but it only made the prince flushed. “Oh my, this human is so precious like this. He’s trying to be such a good little pet even if he’s trembling.” he keeps riding him as he made sure to take every inch of him inside, hearing Agent 1′s whimper.

“I told ya. My princess is the cutest human in the world. I always love to tease and fluster him when I got the chance. Now, even you get that chance to tease him too...but I know he feels good right?” Blitzo smiled to Stolas that agreed tightening up.

“Indeed. Such a precious little thing he is..” He coos to look at Agent 1 who gasped arching his back just a little.

“Haaaa please..p..please d..don’t tighten up s..so much..it feels t..too good..p..pleas-ngggmmm!!!” he feels the prince tighten again and bucking his own hips down to look at the other with dominating eyes that glowed.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Is the little princess trying to give me orders when I’m being so generous to let him have a real taste of a real prince?” his eyes looked at his face as it was hidden behind his dark greyish black hair only to lick his lips. Agent 1′s face burned red but he didn’t know how Stolas legs were shaking from the feeling of pleasure.

“N..N..No, I wasn’t trying t..to...b..but your so tight, it’s hard n..not to.......” He explains himself only to feel him tighten again making Agent 1 moan out lustfully in pleasure.

Agent 1 was a whimpering mess while gripping hard on Stolas's bed. Stolas made a small seductive smile and strokes Agent 1's cheek, then moving it to scratch under his chin. “Such a naughty...little....human..” he chuckled seeing Agent 1 shivering again that his cock throbs inside the prince.

“Well Blitzy, he seriously is precious. I already love him already, being so flustered and cute....maybe we need to punish him a little more.” Stopping his hips, Stolas sudden begins slamming his hips down, seeing Agent 1 arch his head into the pillow screaming out in pleasure.

“W..w..wait! D..don’t!!” he felt the prince tightening around him as he was flushed red, tongue hanging out and his face showing a dazed lustful expression. It felt good! Way too good!! This made Stolas moan happily bouncing down on his cock, even if his legs were shaking from how big he was.

“Yes enjoy my hole like a good boy. I know I feel so good right? Your naughty cock is already Nugghhh!!!! Already trying to eat me alive!” He happily moans out while Agent 1 just couldn’t stop crying out.

“S...so tight and wet! You feel so good inside!!” He mutters softly while both him and the prince moans out in the room. Blitzo smiled seeing this cute view but he was stroking himself while the other two were having fun. His tip glistering with a slickness wanting to punish the two. However, he saw that Agent 1′s arms were shaking as he grips the pillow. His body was burning for more only to feel Stolas lower down kissing him on the lips.

He was moaning his whimpering wet moans as their tongues rub against one another before freeing his lips. He panted loudly from the heat that he was shaking. His eyes gazing upon the other only to lean hish head back.

“Ahhhhh..your tightening around m..me..it’s too much!! Your going to make me cum...I don’t w..wanna cum!” he begs but Stolas smiled gripping his chin to look at him.

“Then be good and don’t. I want you to savor this feeling a while longer. Don’t you dare cum unless I order it.” He hisses as the agent was too dazed to hear but his body was aching in need. feeling his cock throbbing inside.

“Ahhhh....ahhhhhhh...please..please have mercy on me! I don’t...” That’s when he hisses feeling a bite to his neck as it made him shake wanting more of the feeling.

“I’m sorry you mean you wanna. You wanna cum for me don’t you, human??” he laughed but Agent 1 moans from feeling his hips moving but the prince grabs his wrists to lay them on his waist. His eyes widen to see Stolas moaning out bouncing on him. Panting heavily, he was doing his best to not lose it but that didn’t work because he screams suddenly cumming. Stolas chuckled but he keeps on moving hearing a weak moan from him.

“N..NO!!! Y..your-”

“I order you mmmm to cum. Cum all inside of me like a good little princess.....I demand to feel that thick load inside!” he keeps slamming his hips down faster and faster hearing Agent 1′s scream of pleasure. His lips parted as he was ripping the pillow above his head. However, feathers shows as he twitches closing his eyes.

“T..too much...t..too much, gonna cum!! Cumming!!” He screams again till Stolas moans stopping his hips feeling Agent 1′s cum spilling inside. He panted moaning from feeling his hands squeezing his ass but he looks down to kiss Agent 1′s neck.

“Mmmmmmm..you really are cute..” he whispers but Agent 1 moans eyes half way open now from pleasure. The prince looks to see Blitzo cum but only smiled. “Seems you wanna join..but how about I see you give him a good fucking Hmm?”

Showing a smirk, Blitzo stood up to look at prince to kiss him. “If you wish....” he chuckled now joining in as they make out but he will play with his princess to make him scream.

#IC #Silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #Silver butterfly mun #Peahen mom #the mansion owner #Three times the fun #Stolas #Agent 1 #Blitzo #within-the-resort #Nsfw-ish #naughty lemon #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

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fic tag game

aaahhh @vishcount thank you for tagging me!!! These are so fun and I adored reading about your fic journey~! ೖ(⑅σ̑ᴗσ̑)ೖ ❤

OH as a note!! For the ppl I tag at the end I don’t expect you to read all of this bc it’s A Lot!!! but I figured you might want to do this game yourself? haha :)

Name: cross-d-a shortened version of my first ever username. unfortunately stuck with it now haha but i’m fond of it :p wish it was cuter tho!!

Posting the rest of this under the cut so it doesn’t eat up people’s dashes!!

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Fandoms:

oKAY YIKES there are....honestly too many too name. I’ve got a short and obsessive attention span so it’s either all or nothing with me usually. When I can stay in a fandom for a long period of time it’s a miracle. I’ll name the bigger ones that I’ve all written fic for! Even if I’ve never posted them haha

Right now I’m very firmly into Daomu Biji (dmbj). It feels like it’s both got a crap ton of content and yet barely anything at all haha. Maybe because the English fandom is so small. But at least there are a bunch of dramas and books!!! I really, really, really adore dmbj so much!! And a large part of that is the fandom!!! It's been a really cool and unique experience! Everyone in it is truly so kind and wonderful, and I’ve made some really incredible friends because of it (looking at you vish!! ❤). I’ve got a bunch of wips, but I’ve only posted two fics for dmbj!

Before this I was very into Guardian and mdzs. MDZS was my first foray into cdramas and Guardian’s Zhu Yilong really suckered me into watching more haha I also have fics for both these fandoms!

My very first fandoms were Fullmetal Alchemist, D. Gray-Man and Naruto. My very old ffnet account has fics for these and I’ve got a bunch of newer wips on my tablet. Then Star Trek, Twilight, BBC Merlin, Sherlock, Death Note, Harry Potter, How to Train Your Dragon, Battlestar Galactica, Avatar the Last Airbender and Marvel were a few of my main ones in high school. Plus a bunch of anime (like Fruits Basket! and Kuroshitsuji and Natsume Yuujinchou).

Then college hit and I renewed my childhood love of Tolkien (mainly lotr and the Hobbit), and Star Wars. I also found Teen Wolf! Then after college it was Stranger Things.

I find myself in a cycle of mild fondness and complete obsession with these fandoms haha I go back to Star Wars at least once a year!! Then I’m in the gffa hole for a few months. Marvel also reoccurs, depending on how interested I am in new content! Star Trek I always always always go back to. TOS is my comfort show and it will never fade from my heart ❤

But for now I’m stuck in cdrama hell and I love it

Tropes:

Time travel, found family, whump+hurt/comfort, fairytale-like elements, resurrective immortality (thanks to a “Nine Lives” Hobbit fic), CROSSOVERS

I’m a slut for all these things so they often worm their way into my plots haha

I also just- love weird premises. I think that’s the anime influencing me haha

Fic I spent most time on:

My series he leaves sand and stardust in my wake (main fic is hurricane on the edge of oblivion), I have...spent five years on now. I have done so much research for this fic it’s insane.

The premise is force ghost!Obi-Wan getting shunted back into his tiny 10 year old self. I incorporate a shit ton of legends and I try to stay as canon as possible. I basically want this au to feel like it’s 1000% plausible while still getting all my gay shit. It’s chock full of whump, redemption, found family, minor characters turning into major characters, and I’ve got slavery uprising on the mind, too. It’s just- everything I could ever want to explore in the Star Wars universe basically.

It’s my first big project. I started doodling and scribbling ideas in the margins of my notebook in my Scottish History class. I adore it so so so much. But, because of my hyperfixation and fleeting intense obsession with things it makes it- really difficult to consistently update. I leave it for months at a time and I am constantly guilt-ridden about it. Because it’s my baby and I have a lot of wonderful readers. I fear I’ll never be able to finish it. Especially since I’ve written so much and I’m still only in the beginning of it. ( ; A ; )

Also, I’ve spent so much time with Xanatos, Feemor and Bruck that they just feel like mine now. I can’t read any fics that involve them, it’s too strange. Which is a damn shame because I love them so much haha OH ALSO!! I think it’s the first really big fic to include those three?? So I’m very proud about that haha (I’ve had so many ppl comment about how they actually Give A Shit about these three and are Invested bc of me haha)

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written:

hurricane on the edge of oblivion (with nowhere to go) (Star Wars)

My long-term passion project. My love-letter to Star Wars, I suppose. Reading it now I feel like a lot of it is clunky or long-winded, but I think it really shows the foundation of my writing today :) Main characters are Obi-Wan, Xanatos Du Crion, Qui-Gon Jinn, Bruck Chun and Feemor. Eventually we’ll get to Maul, Savage, Feral, Shmi Skywalker, (more!) Ahsoka, Anakin and a shit ton of clones ❤

things we hunger for (Guardian)

My Ye Zun self-indulgent fic. It’s a time travel amnesia Weilanzun! Honestly has some of my fav writing I’ve ever done. It’s so soft and really indulges in the hurt/comfort. It gives Ye Zun the friends and family I think he deserves. Also, he gets to grow into a (mostly!) functional person and I adore him.

the beast that slumbers within your soul (mdzs)

Jiang Cheng centric fic!! I feel like all my favourite fics I’ve written are love letters haha. This is one def my love letter to Jiang Cheng. This fic possessed me for two whole days. I wrote 16k in almost one sitting. I went to sleep at 6 in the morning bc I couldn’t stop writing. And when I drifted off I kept thinking of new ideas so I’d whip out my phone and write down lines and notes. I- have never ever ever felt that way about anything. It was- insane. It felt insane. It was so amazing. I’m still riding the memory of that high.

Basically Jiang Cheng actually finds Baoshan Sanren and it turns out she’s a fox demon and Jiang Cheng is descended from wolves. It’s- okay I said the fic above this had my favourite writing?? That was a lie. This has my favourite writing I’ve ever done. It’s unfinished bc I am in dmbj hell but I am still excited about the next chapter which features Wei Wuxian’s pov!!

the whispers of spirits (dmbj)

My current passion project. In a way it kinda feels similar to hurricane? Bc multiple povs, incorporating different aspects of canon (we’ll get there!! I promise!), shit ton of research, etc. etc. I really really really love it for so many reasons. I’m basically taking all the things I was unsatisfied with in Reboot and Sha Hai and running with it. Found family and whump galore! It’s also a love letter to the women of dmbj who really deserve so so so much better.

Honourable mention to:

One Day (you’ll have given more of yourself than is meant to be taken) (Marvel)

This fic also kinda possessed me. I just- couldn’t get rid of the idea of a trans!Thor. And I mean a mtf Thor! It’s just? So many people look at Thor and go “that’s a Real Man.” Full stop. They never think there could be anything more, and it really really really bothered me. So I wrote out my feelings. I’m not trans. I don’t have that experience at all. I’ve had issues and confusion about my gender but nothing like this. I just wanted to do justice to this idea of Thor in my head. And I still feel a bit nervous having posted it. But I've gotten so many comments from people who really connected with what I’ve written? So I’m very very thankful I wrote it and it has a very special place in my heart. It’s a very cathartic fic.

Fic I spent least time on:

Probably we rise (Star Wars) and I think it shows haha. I wrote it in response to Dave Filoni posting a drawing of Ahsoka and Gandalf telling her “People thought I was dead, too, and look how that turned out...” So I incorporated Ahsoka (and Din and Grogu and Ezra!!!) into the ending of Rise of Skywalker, kinda explaining how I think they could all still be alive. :)

Longest fic:

hurricane is my longest fic (159k) but I’m kinda worried whispers will eclipse that.....

Shortest fic:

Of my posted ones it’s The Five Moments it Took Tony and Scott to Admit They Were Best Friends (and the first time they ever did), currently clocks at 1.6k. It’s unfinished tho so maybe that doesn’t count.... otherwise it’s we rise which is completed and 2k.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

hurricane overall has the most of all these. Though I don’t think hits counts as much bc it’s multi-chapter. If you discount multi-chapter stuff, most hits goes to my obikin smutfic Homecoming, bc people are horny af haha

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:

If I had energy I’d like to rewrite the beginning of hurricane bc it feels so so wordy. I’d want to expand on One Day bc I really would like to write a whole series with trans!Thor. And like- I’d really like the focus to finish any of my WIPs.

Share a bit of a WIP: I really wanna share my Guardian/dmbj crossover that I started back in August. Bc I adore the idea of wu xie&shen wei&ye zun triplets! Plus time travel!!! I dunno if I’ll ever finish it tho ( ; A ; ) It just feels like a lot to deal with right now.

This scene takes place during the Mountain Awl arc. Guardian crew and desperado fam run across each other at the village! Wu Xie has recently found out that he’s adopted and he’s searching for answers in the area Sanshu originally found amnesiac!toddler!Wu Xie in :) Gonna pull two snippets bc I’m v excited and this might be the only time anyone else sees this fic haha:

“Oh?” Pangzi focuses on Yunlan now, lips twisting. “You think I’ve ‘got the wrong guy,’ huh?” He laughs, but it’s not a nice sound. “That’s rich! Are you that cocky or are you just stupid?”

Bristling, Yunlan drops his hands and scowls. “Excuse me?”

“Sir,” Shen Wei tries. “I think—”

Pangzi’s eyes snap back to Shen Wei, sharp and blazing. “How dare you fucking steal his face!”

What?

Automatically, Zhao Yunlan turns to Shen Wei, but the professor looks just as shell-shocked as Zhao Yunlan feels which- is seriously something. Since everything about Shen Wei is so carefully controlled, kept to the minimum. Except for those delightful little smiles that bloom across his lovely face, or the startled little bursts of laughter that fall from his lips. Or even when anger and frustration spark across his features, cracking his calm veneer open enough that he can see a glimmer of what lies beneath, the fire in those eyes. Zhao Yunlan delights in those moments, makes a game of making Shen Wei’s control slip.

He tells himself it’s nothing more than a game. Nothing more than trying to find out what makes Shen Wei tick.

Zhao Yunlan’s always been very bad at lying to himself. Or very good. Depending on who you’re asking.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Yunlan splutters.

But before anyone can say anything else, a very familiar voice calls:

“Pangzi? What’s wrong?”

Yunlan can feel Shen Wei stiffen, and Yunlan himself is pulled to that voice like a planet in orbit, like the inevitable plummet to the ground.

Another shadow wavers in the doorway before it steps out onto the dirt. Light illuminates shaggy hair, limning it gold, sharply casting everything else in shadow. But as the figure nears, the contrast softens until Yunlan can see the newcomer’s face properly and- and—

“Wu Xie!” Pangzi growls. “We’ve got ourselves an impostor!”

The man wearing Shen Wei’s face steps up to them, brows furrowed and mouth pulled down into a sharp frown. He glances between them, eyes landing on Shen Wei. His scowl deepens. He opens his mouth, but then—

“Wu Xie?” Shen Wei breathes, all trembly and lost and hopeless.

Heart in his throat, Yunlan turns to Shen Wei again. Turns and flinches at that stricken look upon Shen Wei’s pale pinched face.

“A-Xie?” Shen Wei chokes. “Didi?”

and

Pangzi snorts. “Professor?”

“I-it’s true!”

Startled Yunlan swings his attention over to Jiajia who clenches her backpack to her chest, face screwed up in admirable determination. “P-professor Shen took me and Xiao Quan on a field trip to investigate an archeological site around here!”

“Oh?” Wu Xie drawls all slow and amused. “Well, what a coincidence. We’re archeologists, too.”

“With guns?” Yunlan bites out.

Wu Xie raises a brow, grin full of teeth. “Well, you can never be too prepared.”

“Right,” Yunlan drawls right back. “Are you a professor, too, then? You come here with your students?”

Wu Xie outright grins. “You could say that, I suppose.”

Out of the corner of his eye, one of the men rolls his eyes. He’s the one with sharp features, glasses and looped earbuds. Does he think it’s appropriate to listen to music at a time like this? Yunlan admires the man’s gall.

aahhhh vish thanks so much again for tagging me!! This was so fun to relive my fic memories!! I’m gonna tag @alwaysaslutforshakespeare @jockvillagersonly @tehfanglyfish @lichelleme @undyingsunshine @humanlighthouse @thewindsofsong I’m curious about your guys’ writing and fandom journey!! As always, no pressure to actually complete this!! I just thought it was fun ❤

Wow if you read all of this I am very humbled and impressed, thank you!!

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