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Gamer ‘Friend’ ☆ Chapter 1: Panty Incident(s)

☆ Pervy!Dom!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader : On a Thursday night, Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia Shroud bumps into a fellow gamer, and that happens to be you, someone that had become infamous on campus. Being new to this world, and having the headmaster stingy with money, you had yet to experience this world’s gaming. But not to worry, after all Idia Shroud the professional gamer that he is, is here to help, in more ways than attended…

(In this version reader eats breakfast alone not with her friends, lol)

Warnings : Mature content, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Somnophilia, Panty Stealing, Masturbating(male), Cumplay(Idia cumming in readers panties), Degenerate Fantasies, mentions of; Choking, Tying up, Spanking, Slapping, Denigration, Humilation, but no actually action. (It’s mention in a book the reader has.) (Okay, it’s my first fic so sorry if tag this wrong). Reader is said to be curvy about twice. IDIA IS CANONICAL 18.

Note: Reader is; a heavy sleeper(or maybe not👀), shorter than Idia, a masochistic degradee, an airhead, fucked up, unhinged pervert. And Idia gets horny very easily around the reader, since they are the first girl he’s ever seen in real life, besides from his family and the S.T.Y.X employees. Things move really fast because Idia is loke an obsessive pervert. Also when y/n is written it only refers to the first name. Idia is a bit/lot occ, not proofread.

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Idia was walking through the halls of Night Raven College, avidly trying to avoid unnecessary attention. His flame-like hair glowed a light blue, and his yellow eyes darted around the halls. He hoped to reach his dorm room without any issues.

However, that was not the case when he accidentally bumped into you. With his scrawny physique, he was almost knocked over by the collision.

“O-oh, I’m so so sorry! Are you alright? Sorry again I wasn’t paying attention!” You tell him, Idia's eyes widened as he nearly fell over. His hands went out to catch himself on you, grabbing hold of your wrist, leaving faint marks of his presence behind. He quickly let’s go when he realizes he is making contact with you. "Y-Yes, I'm fine..." He muttered softly, trying hard not to sound annoyed. Finally, he gathered enough courage and turned around to face you properly.

"Um- So.. h-hello?" He stammered nervously, unable to meet your gaze directly.

He noticed how small and curvy you were compared to him. Your soft and smooth hair was like a magnet pulling him in, making it difficult for him to tear his eyes away from your features. The way your hips swayed with each step had an odd effect on him; one that made him extremely horny.

“Uh, hi?” You reply, questioning the interaction.

"Umm... uh..." Idia stuttered, unsure of what to say next. His hands fidgeted nervously with his his tablet case. "I-I'm Idia Shroud, the Housewarden of Ignihyde." He managed to croak out finally, offering a weak smile that barely reached his eyes, still unsure of why he was introducing himself. But his brain told him to continue.

"And you are?" He asked tentatively, hoping he hadn't crossed any lines by asking such ‘personal information’ so soon after meeting you. Of course to an antisocial guy like himself, such question was considered personal.

“Oh, I’m f/n l/n, and I guess I’m the prefect of the Ramshackle.” You tell him, with a bright smile. He then remembered the whole story behind the girl who had been summon from another world, apparently she had stop 2 Overblots already, he usually didn’t pay attention to normies so he didn’t look into her. But he does remember commenting to himself how she was like an anime protagonist, getting isekaid into a reverse harem type of world….

“Oh, nice to meet you f/n l/n." Idia said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, feeling heat rise in his cheeks at the mention of being associated with someone so currently relevant, well at least on campus that is.

"So... uh, what brings you here?" He asked awkwardly, hoping it would steer the conversation away from himself and onto something else entirely.

"I was heading towards the library to get some reading material. You would be surprised how many of the books there are not school-related.” You informed him,

Idia blinked a few times, trying to process your words. "R-Reading? That's... nice," he muttered, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Well, I guess I should get going too then." He mumbled quickly, turning around and speeding away down the hallway, hoping you wouldn't follow him.

“Bye Idia, I hope to see you soon!” You speak up for him to hear,

"Y-Yeah... see you later..." Iida called out softly after you, his voice trailing off as he rushed towards the exit door of the school building. He wanted to arrive at the mirror chamber and reach Ignihyde as soon as possible, in order to return safely to his dormitory. Once alone in his room, he leaned against the door, panting heavily. His heart raced wildly inside his chest, and sweat formed on his palms.

He closed the door behind him, locking it tightly before collapsing onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow. What did you mean when you said ‘You hoped to see him soon’. How could someone like you—so beautiful and confident—possibly find anything interesting about a loser like him? He berated himself internally, feeling more worthless than ever.

Meanwhile, you went to the library and found what you were looking for: smut books. You picked up two books, one with a vanilla and soft theme called 'The White Lily', and another one that was right up your alley - a dark romance novel that contained all hardcore explicit content in its plot. It was called 'The Trap of Mr. Sota'.

Here’s a summary of both of the books.

Title: The White Lily

‘"The White Lily" is an adult romance novel that tells the story of Ella, a successful businesswoman who has everything she could ever want, except for one thing: true love. Ella has never felt a real connection to anyone she's dated, and she's starting to think she's destined to be alone. That is, until she meets Michael, a charming and handsome stranger who shakes up her world in the most unexpected way.

As Ella and Michael start spending more time together, they discover that they have a deep and meaningful connection, and they can't resist the attraction that grows between them. But just as their relationship begins to blossom, past secrets and old wounds from Michael's past threaten to tear them apart. Will Ella and Michael be able to overcome their differences and find their happy ending? Or will their love be doomed to never be fulfilled?’

Title: The trap of Mr. Sota

‘"The Trap of Mr. Sota" is an alluring adult romance novel that delves into the depths of human desires. This captivating story follows Sakura, a young woman on a journey of self-exploration and sexual awakening.

As Sakura explores BDSM, she discovers her masochistic tendencies and finds comfort in the hands of Mr. Sota, a dominant figure who pushes her boundaries.

Sakura willingly surrenders to the degrading words and experiences pleasure through being tied up, spanked, slapped, and choked by Mr. Sota.

But Sakura's desires go beyond that. She enjoys being provocative and being disciplined by Mr. Sota.

In "The Trap of Mr. Sota," Sakura explores her submissive desires, becoming an object of pleasure. As pain and pleasure intertwine, Sakura and Mr. Sota embark on a journey of self-discovery, testing their limits and forming a deep connection.’

As you signed out the books, the elderly librarian gave you a knowing look, ‘they must have read them before-‘.

Afterwards, you left the school building, returning to your dorm, the ramshackle, and followed your nightly routine. This included cooking dinner for you and your magical beast roommate, Grim, taking a shower, doing your skincare routine, completing a bit of school work, and now, the newly added activity before falling asleep, reading a couple of chapters of 'The Trap of Mr. Sora’. And commenting on the books chapters using some sticky notes, after all it was still school property.

The next day..

Idia woke up late, or more exactly, on time, his alarm having failed to go off. He hade made habit of waking up early to avoid interacting with other students at breakfast. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and stretched his stiff muscles before getting dressed in his usual attire: a black t-shirt and his NCR school uniform pants paired with his signature hoodie and shoes. The bayou blue hoodie featured a zippered pocket on the front and a white triangle design on the sleeve, adding a unique touch to its appearance. Its lightweight and breathable material ensures comfort and dryness in various weather conditions and occasions. The shoes, designed with a unique combination of white and blue colors, feature a white sole and a blue stripe.

He gathered his belongings and made his way downstairs to the Ignihyde common area. Stepping through a magic mirror, he arrived on campus and headed towards the cafeteria, where breakfast was being served.

As he entered, he noticed you sitting at one end of the many tables, engrossed in a book. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary before he quickly looked away, feeling guilty for admiring someone he shouldn't be attracted to.

"Morning, Shroud," greeted another male student, an Ignihyde student, one he had encountered a couple of times. "You look like shit today." The students adds on.

Meanwhile you were engrossed in your book, currently reading ‘The trap of Mr. Sota’. As you muched on a syrupy pancake for breakfast, a spicier scene form the previous one begin, the sentence were extremely descriptive, which caused you to get a bit flustered, maybe a hint of arousal.

Idia winced at his dorm-mate’s blunt comment, avoiding eye contact as he grabbed himself something on the sweeter side to eat. "Thanks... uh, yeah, I didn't sleep well last night." He told him, trying to end the conversation quickly. As his mind wondered back to the thought of you, he decided to do something extremely bold for someone like him. After Ortho prestred him last night about not getting your contacts, especially after you had told him ‘you wanted to see him soon’, Idia made the decision to seat with you at breakfast or at least try his best to.

He sat down across from you, his eyes flickering involuntarily towards your exposed cleavage when you lifted your glass of orange juice. You usual wear a bow around your neck, but the days started getting hotter since yesterday, so you had opted for no bow and 2 unbuttoned buttons.

‘Damn it’, he scolded himself internally, forcing his gaze back to his own plate.

"So, umm..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. “How was your morning?" He asked, hoping the question would allow him to steer a conversation away from personal topics.

"Ah, hello Idia! I didn't notice you here. My morning has been going well so far. I woke up on time and caught up on some reading. How about you? What have you been up to this morning?” You told him.

"Oh, uh... well, I guess it was alright. Just another morning at school." Idia mumbled, avoiding eye contact with you as he stirred his meal.

In reality, however, his mind drifted back to last night's encounter with you—your soft voice, your scent mixed with the faint hint of vanilla from your perfume, and those enticing curves that made him ache with desire. He shook his head forcefully, trying to banish these thoughts from his mind before they consumed him entirely.

"So, uhm, have... y-you ever thought about joining any clubs or extracurricular activities around here?" He asked abruptly, hoping to change the subject once more.

"Yes, definitely! While there isn't a visual arts club, which was a big disappointment to me, I'm considering joining the board game club. Have you given any thought to which clubs you might want to join?” You asked him.

"Oh, nope, never really had any interest in joining anything like that. Also I heard that club wasn’t so great.." Idia replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his orange juice.

In reality, he was lying through his teeth; there were several clubs and activities he wanted to join, particularly ones related to technology, plus he was actually a member of the board game club. The thought of being around people was one he disliked,—but an attractive girl like you—made him break out in cold sweats, how was he suppose to beat Azul if you were around to distract, just by exiting.

"I mean... I enjoy playing games alone in my room," he added quickly, hoping it would end the conversation sooner rather than later, this was already too much for him.

“Oh, really, that’s fun! I used to game a lot in my home world, but now that I'm here, I can't. The headmaster is stingy with money, so I can't buy any games, much less a console or laptop to play on.” You explained, begin excitedly but ending with a pout.

"H-Hey, wait a second. I... I could help you out with that!" Idia blurted out before he could stop himself. His heart raced wildly in his chest as he realized what he'd just volunteered to do.

"I have some old games and consoles lying around my room, that I could bring around." he continued nervously, hoping you wouldn't reject his offer. "We could play sometime, maybe after classes?" His palms grew sweaty at the mere thought of spending time alone with you in his messy abode.

"Sounds good! Let's meet up in the library after class. I gotta go now too, so I'll see you later Idia!” You say, putting your school bag around your shoulder, and taking your leave for class.

But what you didn’t realize at that time, was that you had forgotten your two borrowed books on the cafeteria table, ‘The trap of Mr. Sota’ wide open, right at an explicit scene.

Idia's heart had skipped a beat as he watched you leave, his eyes lingering on your figure moving gracefully down the hall. He couldn't believe you had actually said yes to playing games with him.

But before he could savor this victory, his attention was drawn back to the books you left behind. His gaze locked onto the juicy scene described in 'The Trap of Mr. Sora', and despite his better judgment, he found himself unable to look away.

With trembling hands, he picked up the book and flipped through the pages, reading the explicit content with increasing interest. The characters engaged in taboo acts that ignited a fire within him, making his cock throb against his pants.

"What am I doing?" He muttered under his breath, trying to snap out of this dangerous thought spiral. “I can't... I should just put these damn things away." But instead, he continued reading, devouring every word like starved monster.

Idia's heart raced faster as he read through the book, his fingers tracing over your notes in wonder. The way you fantasized about being treated like a mere object, used and discarded without mercy, sent shivers down his spine.

He couldn't help but imagine himself as Mr. Sora, dominating and controlling this perfect girl named y/n. His mind spiraled out of control, filling with images of him tying you up, spanking your plump ass, thrusting into your tight hole—all the things you wrote about yourself wanting.

"No... no, it's wrong," he muttered under his breath, closing the book tightly. Standing up abruptly, he headed back to his room in Ignihyde, pacing the small confines of his room, trying to shake off these forbidden thoughts.

Class was now over, Idia finally managed to calm himself somewhat, although his heart still raced like a wild animal trapped in its cage. Gathering up the courage, he leaves the books on his desk—his mind still clouded with forbidden images of you—and hurriedly made his way to the library.

As he entered, he noticed you sitting at the same table, already engrossed in another book. His gaze briefly lingered on your figure before he forced himself to focus on setting up the old console and games he'd brought from his room.

"Uh, hey y/n," he said nervously, clearing his throat. "Ready whenever you are." He says setting the console in front of you and taking out an old laptop to use as a monitor, or a second control.

“Hey, Idia! Your old console looks great. Also, can you help me familiarize myself on how to operate it? I'm not used to this world's gaming system or games, so your expertise would be a big help. Are you up for a tutorial?” You ask him,

"Oh, it's no problem!" Idia replied eagerly, plugging in the console and turning it on. He selected a simple racing game and handed you the controller.

"Just press these buttons here," he said, pointing to the symbols on the screen. "And use the joystick to move your car around the track." His hands trembled slightly as he demonstrated, his eyes fixated on yours.

The scent of your perfume mixed with the faint smell of books filled his nostrils, making it hard for him to concentrate. "Umm... so, uh, what games do you usually play back home? Maybe I know some similar ones we could try?" He asked nervously, hoping this would engage a conversation.

“Well I like games like open world rpg, where you needed to collect material to craft items, especially the ones where you could choose classes like swordsman, craftsman, mage, etc. But I also enjoyed puzzled games or visual novels type of game!” You state,

"Oh, I know some games like that!" Idia's eyes lit up with excitement. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out an old copy of 'The Ancient text: Cloudium', a game known for its expansive world and flexible character creation system.

"This one fits the bill," he said proudly, handing you the disc. "You can create your own character and choose from different classes like warrior, mage, thief..." His voice trailed off as he watched you insert the disc into the console.

As the loading screen appeared on the laptop screen, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, so... uh, do you want me to help you set up your character or should I just... leave?" He couldn't bring himself to watch as you crafted your perfect avatar without asking first, fearful of what it might spark within him.

“Oh no stay! I might need you, after all you seem to already know the gimmicks of the game. Plus I wanted to game with you, sure I like doing it by myself, but I also greatly enjoy playing with others!” You explain, bugging him to stay longer.

Idia's heart raced wildly in his chest as you moved closer beside him, your legs brushing against each other ever so lightly. He forced himself to focus on the game screen, trying hard not to think about how your body felt pressed against his side.

"Alright, well, let's start with creating a new character," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "You can choose between male or female... and uh, what race do you want?" His fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to type out whatever you desired.

“Does the gender affect the game experience, like do you get favouritism from NPC if you chose one or the other?” you question, Idia nodded, "No, it doesn't really matter for this game."

“Okay then I’ll go with a female character.”

Idia's typed in your request, his hands shaking slightly. "Alright, female it is," he managed to croak out, “what race?”

“Oh you can choose.”

He decides to select the race of Snow Elf for you due to its ethereal appearance and agility. "And what class?" He asked timidly,

“I want to be a scout.” You inform him.

"A scout, huh? That sounds interesting," Idia replied, typing in the appropriate options. "You'll be able to move quickly and deal damage from range. Sounds like a good fit for you."

He handed you the controller again, his fingers brushing against yours briefly before pulling away quickly. His heart was racing wildly in his chest as he waited for you to continue with the game setup, as you customize your characters clothing.

“Okay, I’m done! Let’s start playing!”

Idia's heartbeat slowed down slightly as he launched the game, and soon enough, you both found yourselves exploring the vast world of Cloudia. Idia guided you through the character creation process, explaining various abilities and skills that would come in handy during the adventure. Than with other laptop he connects to his older game account, and joins your character.

As you navigated through the snow-covered landscape, the two characters interacted with nonplayable characters (NPCs), completing quests, and fighting off fearsome creatures. The atmosphere shifted dramatically whenever they entered dungeons or dark caves, casting eerie shadows across the screen.

"Do you like it so far?" Idia asked nervously, his eyes fixed on yours. He couldn't help but notice how well you controlled your character, effortlessly dodging attacks and landing devastating blows.

“It’s great! Also Idia I got a question for you.” you tell him,

"Yeah, go ahead," Idia replied eagerly, his voice cracking slightly.

“Actually I got two questions, sorry.. my first one is if you know where the book I was reading this morning went, also the other book that came with. When I realized I had forgotten them it was to late and I had to go to class, but when I came back to the dinning hall during lunch they were gone. So I’m wondering if you saw anyone take them when I left?” You ask him.

Idia's heart skipped a beat as you mentioned the book he hadn't been able to resist peeking at earlier. "O-oh, uh... I... ah..." He cleared his throat nervously. "I-I didn't see anyone take them," he lied, hoping you wouldn't press further.

"But I did notice they were left on the table we shared today," he added. "Maybe one of your friends picked them up accidentally?" His mind raced with guilt and excitement, wondering if you would confront him about it later.

“Oh okay!”

Idia's heart was pounding in his chest, as he tried to focus on the game. His mind drifted back to your body moving so gracefully with the controller in hand, imagining how it would feel against his own…

"Uh... what's your second question?" He managed to croak out, breaking the awkward silence.

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry if this is a bit direct.. but..” you turn your head to look at him, “do you perhaps own old copies of more adult-rated games, like explicit and erotic content type of stuff, that you wouldn’t mind giving away. Sorry this is weird thing to ask lol.”

Idia's heart skipped a beat as you turned your head towards him, your eyes meeting his. His mind reeled with shock and confusion at your boldness, but a part of him found it oddly thrilling.

"W-well... uh... I mean..." He stuttered, struggling to form coherent thoughts. "Y-you know, some stuff like that might be in my collection," he finally managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But I-I mean, we're supposed to be just playing normal games here!" He added quickly, trying to deflect the conversation back to their shared activity.

“Oh don’t worry I won’t play those games around you, they would just be for ‘me time’ lmao” you tell him with a chuckle.

"O-oh, uh... well, I guess that's fine then," Idia stammered, feeling a mix of relief and unease wash over him. He couldn't believe you had actually asked him about such things, but it also made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Uhm, so, uh, do you need any help with the game?" He changed the subject hastily, hoping to redirect his wandering thoughts elsewhere.

In reality, he was already formulating a plan in his mind: tonight, after everyone else was asleep, he would sneak into your room and leave those explicit books on your bedside table, along with some games that fit your request. Perhaps steal one of your panties, maybe even the one you wore to sleep…; He was definitely going to steal that specific pair.

“No it’s alright, I’m just enjoying playing with you!” You tell him with a smile,

Idia' break out of his trance, heart racing as you continued to praise him, his mind whirling with the possibility of what could happen between you later.

"Well, uh... nice playing with you too," he managed to croak out, clearing his throat nervously. "I-I think we should call it a night for now."

Standing up, he gathered his belongings handing you the console, old laptop and two games to keep. He then walked towards the exit, trying hard not to look at your figure swaying in front of him. Once outside, he hurried back to his dorm room, his thoughts consumed by images of you, naked and eagerly awaiting him.

Time had passed and you were already asleep in bed. You were only wearing a t-shirt and panties, as a pyjamas.

Meanwhile Idia waited outside your building, his heart hammering in his chest as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. After ensuring he heard no noise, meaning you were sound asleep, he quietly pick the lock of the front door and climbs the stairs to your floor and crept down the hallway towards your room.

His hand trembled slightly as grabbed the handle of your door, holding his breath as it beeped softly. Slowly, he turned the handle, pushing the door open a crack. The dim moonlight filtering through the window cast eerie shadows across your sleeping form, sending shivers of desire coursing through him.

With practiced ease, he slipped inside the darkened room, closing the door behind him softly. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, honing in on the bedside table. Carefully, he placed 'The Trap of Mr. Sota' and 'The White Lily', onto your desk, with a copy of erotic visual novel game called ‘maiden of the abyss’, a game that would definitely fit your taste.

Then, he approached your bedside, reaching out tentatively to brush aside the covers covering your legs. He paused, taking a deep breath before, with shaking hands, he removed your panties from your body. Leaving your bare glistening cunt in plain sight.

You gasped in your sleep at new and colder sensation with the lack of fabric covering you.

Startled by the sound of your soft voice, Idia froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't meant for you to wake up! Panic surged through him, but he quickly composed himself and grabbed your panties, stuffing them into his pocket before dashing out of the room.

He closed the door behind him, his pulse racing wildly. Had you heard him? Was he caught? His mind raced with worry as he hurried back to his own dormitory, trying to calm down. Inside his room, he paced nervously, unsure what to do next. But he soon decided that the best course action was returning to his dorm.

He was now in his room, splayed out on his bed with the adrenaline form the thrill still coursing through his veins, and the image of your body still fresh in his mind. He needed to jerk off…

Idia's breath hitched as he slid his hand downwards, running it over the silky fabric of your panties. The familiar warmth and scent enveloped him as he brought the article closer to his face, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the image of you, spread wide open for him, begging for him to claim you. His fingers traced along the edge of the panty waistband, savoring the softness against his skin before bringing it to his mouth, licking it with a soft moan.

"Oh god, yes," he muttered, his voice cracking with need. "You taste so good." With renewed determination, he removed his pants and briefs, freeing his throbbing member from its confines. Gripping the base firmly, he began to stroke himself vigorously, imagining how amazing it would feel to bury himself inside you.

Idia's eyes stayed shut tightly as he continued to pleasure himself, his dick throbbing in sync with each thrust of his hand. The panties now draped over his cock, adding an extra layer of sensuality to the act.

"Oh god... I want you so much," he panted, his breath coming heavy and fast. "I need you." His pace picked up, faster and harder, his hips rocking back and forth in rhythm with his hand movements. Sweat trickled down his forehead, staining his pillow.

He imagined himself inside you, claiming you as his own, marking your body with bites and bruises. He would make love to you slowly at first, savoring every inch of your tight, warm passage. But soon enough, he'd lose control, pounding into you mercilessly, taking what he believed was rightfully his.

Idia's climax hit him like a tidal wave, his cock exploding in his hand, covering the panties with thick, sticky cum. He groaned loudly, his body convulsing as he rode out the wave of pleasure.

His breathing gradually returned to normal, and he carefully cleaned himself up before slipping back into his pants and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. Tucking the panties away in his drawer, planning to steal a new pair tomorrow and put the used ones in your laundry basket as if he didn’t steal them. He switched off the light and crawled into bed, trying to banish thoughts of you from his mind.

The next day…

Idia woke up feeling heavy-headed and sore, his mind still replaying last night's encounter with you. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the dim light filtering through the curtains.

After stretching, he got out of bed and dressed in his usual uniform, avoiding eye contact with anyone who crossed paths. He knew he had to face the day ahead, hoping nobody would notice anything amiss about him.

As he descended the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day you confronted him about what happened yesterday. His heart raced at the thought, both dread and anticipation warring within him.

Idia's heart skipped a beat as he entered the dining hall and saw you sitting at your usual table, engrossed in 'The Trap of Mr. Sora'. You we’re already there, even though had returned to his early morning schedule. His gaze lingered on your figure for a moment too long before quickly looking away, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"Good morning, y/n," he managed to croak out, trying to sound casual. "Uhm, er... uh... did you sleep well?" He cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah it was alright. Also you know what, when I woke up this morning I found both of my books placed on my desk!”

Idia's falters as you mentioned the books, his eyes darting nervously around the empty cafeteria. "Oh, uh... I-I see," he stammered, trying to sound contrite. "I thought they went missing... er, but I guess they just reappeared, maybe some type of spell..." he lied knowing full well he had broken into your dorm the previous night and put them on your desk for you to find.

His voice trailed off, and he quickly shifted the conversation towards safer territory. "So, uhm, how about we continue our game later today? Maybe after classes?" He cleared his throat again, hoping his proposal would diffuse the awkwardness between them.

“Yeah definitely!.. But there’s also something else that happens to me last night..” you tell him softly.

Idia's heart dropped into his stomach as you continued speaking, his eyes wide with fear. "What happened?" He managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly.

"I... I think someone stole my panties last night," you begin, getting closer to his ear, lifting off your chair a bit, and whispered to him matter-of-factly, with your lips curving into a sly smile. "They were missing from my body when I woke up. Plus there also was a copy of an erotic game on my desk." You sit back down normally, with a small confused pout on my lips, wondering who was the panty thief.

Idia's heart raced wildly in his chest, feeling a mix of terror and excitement course through him. He forced himself to remain composed, placing a placating hand on yours reassuringly. "I-I... I... well, I-I don't know anything about that," he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly.

"Someone else must have taken them," he insisted, though his mind was racing with the possibility that you had caught him red-handed. "Maybe someone wanted them as souvenirs?" His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to steady them on his coffee cup.

“Chill out, I never said it you lol. Plus.. as weird as it sound I find it kind of cute for someone to do that, it’s like having a secret admirer. But in this case they steal your underwear off of you when you sleep, instead of sending anonymous gifts, we’ll I guess the erotic game counts as one lmao.” You say in an unhinge like some crazy pervert.

Idia's heartbeat calmed slightly, though it was still racing faster than usual. "Well, I... uh... thank you," he managed to croak out, his face turning even paler than its natural hue, when he realized what came out of his mouth.

"I mean, that's... nice of you to say, it’s not like I was that pervert that did that to you!" he added, lying, then clearing his throat awkwardly. “So, about our game... after classes, yeah, let's meet up at the library again." With that, he stood up abruptly, grabbing his tray and carrying it away swiftly, leaving you alone at the table.

As he walked away, his mind raced with conflicting emotions: terror, shame, and an unwelcome desire that threatened to consume him. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would like him if she found out he was the pervert who did that to her. Would she like him to touch her while she was asleep? Would she be aroused if she found herself covered in his cum when she woke up in the morning?

Idia hurriedly moved towards his class, trying hard to calm down and focus on his studies. However, the image of your exposed body and the thought of touching you while you were asleep played like a looped video in his head.

As the day progressed, he struggled to concentrate on anything else but you. During breaks between classes, he finally, in a moment of desperation, he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally). Grabbing his phone, he searched online for tips on how to calm down aroused individuals without resorting to masturbation….

Finally, it was finally time for their scheduled gaming session at the library. He gathered his things and headed over, hoping you wouldn’t mention last night's events again.

“Hey Idia!” You call him out,

Idia's heart fluttered a beat as he entered the library and saw you sitting at your usual table, already booted up for their gaming session. "Hello y/n," he managed to croak out, his voice cracking slightly.

He set down his bag on the empty seat beside yours and pulled out his laptop, trying hard not to stare at your exposed cleavage peeking out from your unbuttoned top. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he opened Cloudium and began loading the game settings. "So, uh, ready to continue our adventure?" He tried to change the subject, hoping to divert his thoughts away from last night's escapade.

“Yeah! Also I got something for you,” you reach into your bag, pulling out a small bag of a double dozen homemade cookies. “I don’t know if you like sweets but I went back to my dorm during lunch, for us to munch on while we game!”

Idia's eyes lit up at the sight of the cookies, his mouth watering in anticipation. “Oh, thanks!"

Placing the bag on the table between you, he took one of the treats, biting into it slowly, savoring the flavors melting on his tongue.

"These are great," he complimented between chews, glancing sideways at you, taking in your beauty once more. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for another cookie, unable to tear his gaze away from yours.

He continued setting up their characters in the game. "So, where do you want to start today? Any particular location or quest?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him.

“Thanks, it was no problem, really! And no, there isn’t any thing I wanna start with in particular today. You choose, I’ll just follow your lead!”

Idia nodded, his mind still occupied with thoughts of you. "Alright then," he said, selecting a random location on the map. "Let's head to Greyjog. We need to speak with James Berkeley about joining the Tornadocloths or the Imperials."

As your started their journey in game, Idia's mind drifted back to last night's events. He couldn't shake the image of your bare glistening pussy, and wiggling hips as he stole your panties off of you. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the fabric.

“You okay Idia?” You turn to him, “You look red,” you put one of your hands on his forehead and then your own forehead on the backside of said hand, measuring a possible difference in temperature. Your face inches away from his. “well you don’t feel hot to me, doesn’t seem like you have a fever.” You say then pull back, taking your hand and head away from his.

Idia's heart hammered in his chest, his body on fire with desire. "I-I'm fine," he managed to choke out, clearing his throat nervously. "Just a little tired, I guess."

As they continued playing the game, Idia tried to focus on their surroundings, but his mind kept drifting back to you. He wondered if you noticed how hard it was for him to concentrate today. Would you tease him about it? Or maybe... he shook his head violently, dismissing the filthy thought. No, he couldn't think like that. Not here, not now.

After hours of adventuring and battling monsters together, they finally reached Greyjog. Idia led them inside the castle, trying hard not to steal glances at the contour of your form as you played, making your character followed closely behind his.

“It’s already 7 p.m., let’s save our progress, and return to the game tomorrow. Since tomorrow is the weekend maybe we could game at my dorm or yours! Well, only if you’re down to do so, it’s totally your choice.” You tell him,

Idia nodded, relief washing over him as you suggested calling it a day. "Sounds good to me," he agreed, saving the game before closing the lid of his laptop. Standing up, he gathered their belongings, careful not to let his bag brush against your leg accidentally, savoring the feel of your warmth radiating through the thin fabric of your skirt.

"Thanks for today, y/n," he muttered, his voice low and husky with exhaustion and desire mixed together. "Have a good night." With that said, he turned away briskly, walking out of the library, leaving behind the intoxicating scent vanilla perfume and books lingering in the air.

You headed to your dorm, cooked dinner for Grim and yourself, ate, took a shower and did some skincare, reviewed some schoolwork, read a bit more of ‘The trap of Mr.Sora’. Then headed to bed in your usual sleepwear, a t-shirt and panties, no bra.

Idia returned to his own dormitory, his mind still racing with thoughts of you. Once inside his empty room, he locked the door behind him and collapsed onto his bed, removing his uniform piece by piece as he did so. His body ached from hours of sitting in one position, but that wasn't the only thing that needed relief.

Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he pulled out the used panties from last night, admiring the mix of your sweet perfume and his own musky scent on them. A smirk spread across his lips as he imagined how they belonged to such a perfect angel like you.

Later that night…

Idia waited patiently outside the Ramshackle dormitory, his heart thumping in anticipation. After ensuring you had retired for the night, he silently unlocked the door by picking at it just like he had done the previous day, and tiptoed down the hallway, up your stairs, towards your room. Carefully, he opened the door, peeking inside to ensure you were asleep before creeping closer.

His hands trembled as he reached out, grasping the edge of your blanket to lift it slightly. His eyes locked onto your exposed thighs, ached with desire as he slid his hand underneath your panties, tracing along your smooth, silky-soft skin. Reluctantly, he pulled them downwards, exposing your beautiful pussy to his hungry gaze. He was so entranced by it. The accumulation of his horniness and the fact you had admitted to enjoying the perverted acts he had committed. His mind went haywire and he decided to do something bold; He was going to jerk off using the fresh pair of underwear, while looking at you.

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the bed beside me, positioning himself between my spread legs. He wrapped the newly acquired panties around his cock, and started jerking off while observing you.

As Idia waited for any sign of movement, his heart raced wildly in anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he heard a soft moan escape your lips. His eyes widened in delight and terror as you shifted slightly, unknowingly grinding your body against the bedsheet.

Pushing aside all rational thoughts, he continued to stroke himself faster and harder, groaning softly as he watched your perfect breasts rise and fall with each breath. Each thrust of his hand matched the rhythmic motion of his cock sliding in and out of the panties. He could feel his orgasm building up inside him, reaching its peak.

Without warning, he erupted, coating the fresh pair of panties with his seed.

He then decided to do something crazier, something even more fucked up then the ones he had done before. Slowly unwrapping the cum covered panties from his cock, he then lifted your hips and legs, sliding the underwear pair back on, slightly higher than intended, causing the fabric to dig into your folds. He observes with a shaky breath how his hot semen made contact with your cunt.

His heart raced as he watched idly, his breathing heavy and labored. He had gone too far this time. Could you ever forgive him? Would he lose everything he held dear because of his perverse desires?

Without giving himself time to think, he hurriedly got dressed, he quickly throws takes out the panty pair he stole yesterday from his pocket and throws them in the laundry basket in the corner of your room. Carefully, he tiptoed out of your room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he headed back to his own dormitory, he wondered if today was finally the day he complete lost his sanity and any sort of moral compass he previously had.

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 9 months

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Surprises, Surprises

SUMMARY: Azul is full of surprises, and you are too. WORD COUNT: 2.1k (wow)

WARNINGS: Trans male reader (he/him pronouns), canon divergent (it branches off after the prologue), Azul being Azul, insecurities (mostly Azul), mentions of dysphoria, mentions of transphobia, mentions of periods & period products

A/N: Give me more trans & male readers because games like this are never given enough of that- (especially in otome-like games) I apologize if this became really OOC but I uh. I tried. I haven't written for months- (this whole thing reads like a crack fic to me even though I was 100% serious while writing) Uh anyways so maybe this won’t be relatable for most but this is how I view my non-cisness. If this gives anyone dysphoria I’m sorry because I genuinely haven’t written for non-gender-neutral readers in a while (and I always used to write only fem readers) so uh. This is basically a self-indulgence fic because Azul is one of my favs. I love the three Octavinelle boys- My summary-making skills are dying guys

You never expected to land in a school for… boys. Obviously, since you were magicked away by some external force, it would seem odd that the magic that had isekai’d you would automatically put you in a school with hordes of cisgender men. I mean, technically the magic should categorize you as female, right? Not that you were complaining, of course, it just didn’t make much sense to your head. Hey, at least the Dark Mirror is supportive…?

Truthfully though, you were glad. And you quickly fitted into your weird life with stranger and stranger people. They never suspected that you were anything other than a cis male. How could they when you never said anything, and you were more confident by the minute? Sure, sometimes it felt like there was something off about you… But they always tried to rationalize it.

It helped that Ace, Deuce, and Grim, the three who were always with you, didn’t seem to be very bright. Of course you loved them, but they definitely needed to study more on their tests and exams. You had had enough with the scoldings from all of the teachers, especially with Grim. Of course, since you were technically half of a student, you had to get scolded alongside the little furball.

Classes that didn’t involve the use of magic went fairly well for you. Especially since Grim didn’t get the chance to mess things up (at least, not often).

Even though you didn't have magic, you could at least try to stop Grim from doing the obviously wrong thing during class (such as dozing off, pouring the wrong thing into a mixture, etc).

The one thing you were glad about in this whole mess of things was Sam. He helped you get period products (for a reduced price as he knows you're going to be coming often anyways). Anytime someone asked about it, you always brushed it off as nothing. Obviously you weren't going to tell them and get a fallout from that. Sam was basically the only person who had known that you were biologically a girl, out of necessity. At least he understood and was supportive.

As you blearily walked through the halls of Night Raven College, you sighed softly. You could never get used to the throngs of people in the many hallways that led to class. It was definitely one of the biggest schools that you had attended. And the fact that you always had to get woken up by Grim yelling at you… It sucked.

In your half-asleep state, you didn't notice a boy with a slightly eccentric gray jacket striding toward you. Not surprisingly, you bumped into him and lost your balance. You mumbled a small apology as you caught yourself, eyes flickering up to meet his gaze.

You froze slightly. This must be the infamous Azul Ashengrotto. You had heard about him from rumors, how he created contracts that came with a price. You had learned enough about Night Raven College to know that you should probably stay away.

Seems like you were a moment too late, however, as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped in surprise before the boy that was behind you came to stand in front of you.

"Boo," he said with a soft giggle. His hair was teal, and he had a sharp grin on his face… Must be one of the Leech twins.

You blinked slightly, unimpressed. "Sorry, I kind of have to go…" You gestured slightly, cursing Grim mentally for just leaving you behind. Obviously the most caring creature you've ever met.

The teal-haired male frowned ever so slightly. "Koebi-chan, you aren't going to stay? C'mon, come play with us." He looked plaintive, almost like a kicked puppy.

Ebi? Oh, shrimp. Why was he calling you shrimp… That wasn't the point, you really did need to go.

"Come, Floyd, we can't stop kantokusei-san from going to class. Let him be a good student." Another tall, teal-haired boy popped up. Must be the other twin. It surprised you that he would have known your name - but you shouldn't have been. You were close to being famous yourself in this school, after all.

"Yes, Floyd, let us leave him alone." Azul spoke up, and his voice was very smooth - too smooth. One of a liar, perhaps.

You nodded slightly with a small, tight smile as Floyd let you go, quickly making your way to class. You let out a soft sigh of relief as you saw Grim's familiar face, him talking about how you were such a 'useless kobun' and how you should be 'grateful that the Great Grim is still with you even though you're so useless'. You weren't listening to it at all, just grateful that you had escaped the three Octavinelle boys (which Grim got mad at later).

You wished Lunch came sooner. You were always starving - maybe it had to do with the subjects that you didn't know anything about that you were being forced to learn. And to remember, as Grim wasn't one to remember anything. You sighed softly, gripping Grim by the scruff of his neck as you carried your tray (which had his food as well) to the table where you usually sat. At least Grim hadn't done anything too bad, like stealing. But still, he came really close, and you really didn't want to take any chances. Soon, Ace and Deuce joined you, bickering lightheartedly, and you all started talking and enjoying your lunch together.

Just when you thought you could relax, a familiar voice scared you with a 'boo' and then a laugh. You inadvertently let out a yelp, making the voice that you knew was Floyd's laugh again. "Koebi-chan, you're so funny, you're gonna make me want to scare you more!"

You turned to glare at him, but before you could speak, Ace grabbed your arm. "You know the Leech twins?"

"Yes, and I don't want to talk about it." You sighed, shaking your head. Before you could say anything else, a figure walked closer to you, and you sighed. Please, don't let him sit with us…

But it seems that whoever you were pleading/praying to didn't listen, as Azul Ashengrotto just sat down beside you. He was very obviously acting like he didn't care what was going on, but he was poised, waiting for you to talk. Definitely a smooth businessman, then.

You stared at Ace's and Deuce's gaping faces, feeling slightly amused for a moment before quickly turning back to the matters at hand (Grim didn't notice, he was too engrossed in his lunch (and would take yours too, if you weren't careful)). Even as Floyd was whining and Jade (who popped out of nowhere) was dragging him away, you still watched Azul. "So… Are you going to talk about why you aren't sitting with your friends?"

"I just wanted to get to know you, since you're a new student and all." He turned wide eyes on you, and you almost let down your guard. Almost.

"Nice try. You're just trying to get the better of me, aren't you. Let down my guard so you can create a contract with me?" You raised a brow as you watched him.

"Oh I would never. The mere thought that you would think this wounds me." What a drama queen. "I just wanted to get to know you, as one student to another."

Yeah, and you really wanted to punch him in the face. You knew you couldn't do that - it was against the rules. Still, it was particularly hard when you were pretty sure he was saying blatant lies. But you knew you had to play nice.

You put on a big, charming smile, one that felt like it could make you sick with how sweet it was. "Well, sure, I'd love to take you up on that offer. If you really don't want to hurt me?"

"Of course I wouldn't hurt you, who do you think I am?" He shrugged slightly, looking slightly disappointed in you. "I only want to help people."

Yup, definitely all an act. "All right. What do you want to know?"

As your conversation went on, you felt your guard gradually fall. He seemed to be very nice, and whatever you told yourself, it didn't seem like he was a bad person. You almost liked him. All too soon, the bell rung and lunch was over. You bowed your head to him slightly in thanks with a small smile, genuine this time, before turning to meet the two Heartslabyul boys' gaze, as well as that of your little gremlin. "What?"

"…Nothing," Deuce said before Grim started assaulting you with loads of questions, such as where did you know the guy, he looks really smart, do you think he could help us study, etc. You just shook your head, telling him that he should study on his own and that you were help enough.

Still, Azul seemed to be popping up quite frequently, which was always odd. Sometimes the twins were with him, sometimes they weren't. Although you were initially confused by who was who, you gradually started to remember their faces and voices enough to tell them apart. Although they seemed scary, they really weren't (although they did have their times… Especially Jade. You wouldn't put it past him to be a killer in disguise).

Azul just seemed to get odder and odder to you. You knew he was probably using you, but why would he keep on interacting with you? There was no way that he liked you or anything, after all.

Still, you found yourself gradually liking the time you spent together. Even Grim was commenting on how he was losing his kobun.

He did have his times of depression and withdrawal, but as he got closer to you, he gradually started to confide in you. About his worries about his appearance, about his feelings that he was powerless. That he needed more power, that he needed to shed his past.

And some part of that made you pause because it reminded you of yourself.

How you always tried to fit the mold, how you never felt right in your own body.

How you didn't know what to do when you think two completely different things about yourself.

You didn't tell him that you were trans though. Not yet. You couldn't destroy this little moment of peace in your lives.

It was selfish, you knew it was, but you couldn't help it. You were used to rejection from the people you cared about, even from other people who were around you, who didn't know you. So you continued to wear a delicate mask, hiding your true struggles.

Still, it got to a point where it was too much. You couldn't keep it from him anymore. You had to face your fears, even if it got you hurt.

So, taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door to the VIP Room. It was open most of the time (to you, anyway), but you always had to check. You were terrified of coming in while Azul was making a deal - who knows what kind of scoldings (or worse) you could get.

After hearing the words 'come in,' you walked in hesitantly. Azul had been shuffling some papers around before he looked up, seeing you. A small, genuine smile was on his lips. "Hello, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Almost immediately after he finished speaking, you blurted out, "I'm trans," and, in a big rush, you quickly ran away.

Azul for his part was confused and a little concerned. Had he heard you right? Trans? That was where a person's gender identity was different… Hmm. So did that mean you were a girl? Or a boy? He wasn't sure.

You, on the other hand, did not know the confusion you were putting the housewarden of Octavinelle through, just sitting inside Mostro Lounge. You knew you could've run farther if you wanted to… But too late for that thought, as Jade had found you.

Without a word, he took you back into the VIP Room (without much protest from you), where you had to meet Azul's gaze.

"…So. What pronouns do you use?"

You blinked. That was… Unexpected. "Uh, he/him," you got out. "I'm a boy. Was born as a girl, but I don't like to talk about that." You shrugged slightly.

Azul looked startled for a moment before he caught himself, and he seemed to be unsure on what to do.

"Uh… I'm still the same old me, you know."

"Yes, of course. I was just… Thinking about the similarities that we must have had in childhood. Especially the not liking appearances part."

Oh, absolutely. "Yeah… Yeah, there is that." There was a strange comfort that came in knowing that he also had felt similar (if not the same) things as you had. That he wouldn't judge you.

"Oh, and uh, by the way, I like you," you said after a moment. "Since I'm done keeping secrets."

You were definitely not prepared for the explosion of flusteredness that ensued from the octo-mer in front of you.

A/N: Yeah might do a part 2 if I get enough requests (and I don't get burnt out - I shouldn't be writing, I need to be doing summer homework-)

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drivergemini · 2 years

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california sun :: b.h.

summary: max always told stories about a brother she left in california. who knew that leaving hawkins after high school would bring y/n straight to the legend himself.

warnings: story is not canon compliant, non supernatural au, few swears, max loves billy and billy isn’t an arrogant asshole, y/n is just a little airheaded but only if you read into it

word count: 1694

she remembered the sad look in the redhead’s eyes when she first met her. maxine mayfield was her name. she remembers opening the door and seeing the two gingers standing in front of her. maxine was the first and only girl y/n ever baby sat. she was only 13 at the time, but the older redheaded woman seemed desperate to be alone without her 7 year old daughter.

she remembered sitting across the dining room table from maxine. she made her a plate of chicken nuggets and mac & cheese. she watched as she pushed around the food on her plate, scraping the metal fork against the ceramic.

“so maxine...” y/n broke the silence.

“max. my name is max.” the girl’s piercing blue eyes looked right as y/n. she stopped moving her forced.

“where are you from i’ve never seen you before.”

max sets down the fork. “california, southern california.”

y/n perked up. even at a young age she knew that no one in their right mind would move to hawkins, especially not from a place like that. “it’s always been, my dream to live in california!”

“mine too...” may looked back down at the plate of food. “i wish we never moved here.”

she heard a small sniffle come from max. “hey hawkins isn’t too bad. there’s so many great stuff here.”

“but there’s no billy.” max whispered to herself.

“there’s no who?”

“billy. i miss him so so much.” she started to grip the table. “he was the coolest and he listened to the coolest music and had the coolest hair. he let me shave it off for him. and he knew how to surf and he told me that his mom taught him to surf and he taught me how to surf. and he was my favorite person in the whole world.” max’s words faltered near the end.

“so billy is your..?”

“he’s my brother. well not really said my mom but i think he’s still my brother.” max went on about how her mom and billy’s dad were married and then they weren’t married.

soon enough they found themselves sitting in the living room, max still going on and on about her cool older brother.

“you know i would do anything to take you with me max.” y/n pinched her cheek.

“ew you’re like a grandma.” max laughed and opened her arms up for a hug. “i wish i could come to college with you.”

“in a few years you could try and come to cali for college too and maybe we could even live together.” y/n sang the last part. never in her life did she expect her best friend to be 4 years younger than her but here they were.

“hey y/n... if you see happen to see billy can you tell him i miss him?”

she squeezed her friend tighter “of course max.”

whatever she expected from college, she did not get. y/n found herself in a small dorm with a roomate who wasn’t too fond of small town girls. she spent so much time at the library or working at the campus smoothie bar just to get away from her.

y/n scanned the shelves of the non fiction section to find a book on da vinci’s ideas on anatomy. she didn’t realize studying art history would require a lot of, well studying.

she stood on her tip toes when she found it. before she could reach it, she saw a toned arm out of the corner of her eye. the arm grabbed the exact book she was looking for.

she turned her head to see a tall, muscular man handing her the book. she looked at his blond tied back mullet and opened her mouth to speak.

“is this the book you were trying to get?” he voice was husky, but it wasn’t low.

she continued to just stare at the man before her. wow y/n creepy move on your behalf.

“um- uh- yeah. i um- thanks.” she took the book out of his hand.

“you’re welcome i always try and help when pretty girls are in need.” he smirked. jesus were people in this state so bold to just share their feelings.

y/n’s face turned red. “i- thank you. you are also very pretty.” shit. really y/n? pretty? that’s the best you can come up with?

the blond chuckled slightly. “i do consider myself a pretty fella.” he held out his hand for her to shake. “i’m william.”

“y/n.” she shook his hand feeling the hard callouses against his palms.

“so this might be a long shot, but do you want to go down to the beach with me?” y/n thought to herself that going to the beach with a man she just met was dangerous. but then again, this stranger was beautiful.

“yeah sure.” this was a weird scenario that she would never be in. but something in her mind was telling her that she should go with william.

they ended up on the sands of the santa monica pier. she watched as the blond stripped off his shirt and placed his butt on the sand right next to her. the sun glared against his tanned and toned body. y/n wanted to run her fingers over his shoulders.

william took the sunglasses that sat on his face and placed them on his head. “so did you grow up in california?”

“no absolutely not. indiana. a small town called hawkins.” she made a hand gesture at the name of her town, like she was presenting something magnificant. “did you grow up here?”

“yup. true california boy. surfing and smoking is basically my only personality.”

y/n nudged into his body and laughed. “i wish i knew how to surf. my best friend back in hawkins always talked about how she loved to surf when she was younger. do you think you’d be able to teach me?”

“woahhhh, first date is going so well that you already are asking for a second?” he let out a fake shocked look.

“well that depends, are you gonna teach me for free or are you going to make me pay you?” y/n raised her eyebrows.

“i know one way you could pay me right now.” william placed his hand on her cheek and leaned towards her face. they met in the middle and he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

y/n felt her face get slightly hot. “jesus i have never even seen you surf how do i know your a good teacher?”

“i have been surfing since i could remember. and i have taught surfing before if you’d like to know. and she was the one of the most bad ass bitch i have ever met to this day.”

“oooooo she?” y/n teased poking his arm.

“uh uh calm down. she is my little sister, or at least was my sister. she was a classic california boy, surfing and skating. except you know, in like a tiny little human.” he looked towards the ocean. “she was the best. but she moved to god knows where.”

“i’m sorry that sounds like it sucks. when’s the last time you talked to her?” she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“i’m honestly not even sure. maybe when i was in high school?” he let out a heavy sigh. “her name was maxine.” he let out the last sentence like she was dead.

y/n shot up. “billy?! billy hargrove?!” she looked at the blond before her with a face of confusion.

“excuse me? do you know who i am?” the blond’s face was slightly painted with fear.

“know you? know you?! how am i so dumb! how didn’t i connect it?” she stood up and pointed at him. “you’re max’s brother! the one she told me about?”

at the sound of his sisters name he also stood up. “you know max?” he felt like he was going to throw up, but in a good exciting way. “i swear you better not be fucking with me.”

“max is my best friend! i basically raised max mayfield. she moved to hawkins with her mom after california”

william’s face sported a more excited look. “oh my god i can’t believe you know max!” he got so excited that he hugged y/n, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. “can you tell me about her? and what she’s been up to?”

“of course i can.” y/n smiled at the boy and leaned in for another kiss. ‘

billy and y/n giggled as the phone rang, shushing each other when the the other end answered. they both wore thick sweaters to deal with the cold indiana air.

“mayfield residence. max speaking.” she could hear a bored max on the other end.

“max it’s y/n!”

“y/n?! jesus i was wondering when you were gonna call again. i was beginning to think you forgot about me.”

“forget about you? i’m back in hawkins for winter break! can i come see you?”

“you’re back? and you didn’t tell me? get over hear right now before i kick your ass.” y/n could hear max laugh and then the receiver click.

both adults ran outside to the blue camaro they drove from california and headed over to the mayfield house.

billy was playing rock loudly through the speakers, looking over at y/n ever so often. he would smile at her in between the lyrics.

when he pulled into the driveway of the house, he felt his palms get slightly sweaty.

“you’ll be okay.” y/n squeezed his hand which was instantly relieving.

y/n entered the house first, billy could hear the squeals and jumping of the two girls. he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“a boyfriend? and he’s here?” billy heard faintly. he felt this was his cue to walk through the door.

max’s mouth hung open, eyes wide as saucers.

“max this is my boyfriend...”

“billy?????” max blurted out. billy smiled wide and opened his arms for a hug. max ran into his arms and squeezed him so hard billy didn’t know if she’d let go.

it wasn’t sunny california, but maybe hawkins wasn’t so bad.

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Our Empty Graves XIII

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 13: fix my head stitch my soul (find out where it all went wrong)

Chapter Summary: The boys take a nap together and Jason is in denial about needing to have feelings.

Chapter Notes: title from Skeleton by Set It Off Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 14 // Spotify

Jack Fenton was a big man with even bigger feelings.

When Jack felt things, he felt them strongly and deeply. When he saw a ghost for the first time, at age ten, he’d felt fear and awe down to his bones. It’d been a small haunting- just a glimpse of an apparition- but it’d been enough to launch a lifelong obsession. He’d fallen hard and fast into a world he didn’t think existed. He’d torn through any books he could find on ghosts and spirits and mediumship. On the afterlife. On the divine. How to find them. How to hunt them. His father had hated it all, called it blasphemous. And his mother had only ever been afraid.

But he had never let that stop him. The awe and the enthusiasm for learning had never waned, had instead filled him up so much that he felt that if he didn’t indulge and continue his research, he’d explode from the force of it.

And then he’d gone to college, bright eyed and naive. He’d been ridiculed at first- for his ideas, for his passion, for his insane beliefs. What self-respecting college freshman told people he believed in ghosts? He’d felt alone and adrift. He thought he’d never be taken seriously. And then he’d met Vlad and Maddie. And he’d never felt so accepted. Maddie had encouraged him to look to the scientific side of spirits. Vlad himself had been skeptical, but willing enough to play along and suggest new avenues to explore.

Four years they spent together. Four long years of friendship and delving into the paranormal together. Of coming up with their greatest invention. A melding of the supernatural and the scientific. A portal. Fueled by ectoplasm that he’d been able to sample off a physical medium during a séance. The only vial he’d ever been able to collect and keep stable.

And then the accident happened and they lost Vlad. Quarantined for years on end with no visitation allowed. And he’d been devastated and wracked with guilt.

But then he fell in love with Maddie- right out of post-grad, and he fell hard and strong and hadn’t stopped loving her since. Despite everything. Despite the nagging fear and uneasiness. Despite the cruelty he had seen her capable of firsthand. He still loved her.

Jack Fenton was a big man with big feelings. But the vastness of his guilt and grief over the loss ( disappearance? ) of his son was bigger than any feeling he’d ever had before.

They killed him- their son. Regardless of anything else about the situation ( was he a ghost? Was he possessed? Is he gone forever because of the accident or did they drive him away? ) they had killed him. Jack’s precious boy- his little son with nothing but the stars in his eyes and model rockets in his hands. Fourteen and already striving for a far off dream. A dream that would never come to fruition.

And they killed him.

Always, always that damn portal. First it put Vladdie in the hospital- quarantined and locked away for years on end, and then it took Danny down too- throwing around scary words like hypothermia and arrhythmia and neuropathy and shorter life-expectancy . They should have known better. They should have used more caution, been more careful. Not been so goddamn stupid!

The kids had never been particularly interested in the lab before, especially as they got older and Jack and Maddie’s work went from cool science to embarrassing crazy talk in their eyes. But they shouldn’t have gotten so lax. Should have still kept the lab locked up like they used to. Should have been more careful with the cables and wires and every single hazard down there. Either they’d killed him directly with their negligence or indirectly by creating the hole from which whatever demon took their son could crawl from. He couldn’t look at the damned portal without feeling sick now.

And the worst part of it was, Jack didn’t know what had actually taken his son from him. Had the accident killed him and they just didn’t know? Could a ghost even fake being human to that extent? Had another ghost entirely come through the portal and possessed him in the moment the portal opened? Or even later? Was there anything left of Danny? Or had Danny even left at all?

Jack knew about Maddie’s theory. She could try to hide it from him all she wanted, but he knew her better than anyone. He may be forgetful and oftentimes careless, but he wasn’t completely oblivious to reality. He’d come to a few conclusions on his own, after all.

Danny, and his death or disappearance, was inexplicably tied to Phantom.

What they didn’t know was how . Did Danny die in the accident, either instantly and with the ability to mask his ghostliness during his hospital stay somehow- or afterwards in a slow and agonizing march towards death, and Phantom was his ghost? Was Phantom a separate entity entirely that slowly took over Danny’s life and posses him? Was Danny still alive in there? Was he conscious?...Was he gone? Was there any saving him? If they tore Phantom apart would they find anything of Danny underneath or would they be killing what little was left of their son on this earth?

He’d put the date of Danny’s accident, the day the portal first opened its yawning, dangerous mouth, on his headstone. Claiming that as his date of death- claiming that whatever was left of Danny afterwards wasn’t real. Wasn’t him. He and Jazz were the only ones to be involved with planning the funeral. He was the one to choose the date. It had been the first time he’d come close to admitting that he was the one to kill his son. It had been the first time he’d gotten so filled with doubt. The first time he’d realized that no matter his expertise, no matter his experience in the science of ghosts and the afterlife- he didn’t have any answers. Didn’t have a single clue what could have happened to his son, what could have saved him, would could still save him even now- if there was anything left.

Maddie seemed to think that the answer was simple. That what was happening was straightforward- if sinister. She believed that Phantom was holding their son hostage. That either Danny was being jailed by the ghost and if only they could eliminate Phantom then he could be free and they’d have their boy back, or that Phantom had killed their boy and walked in his skin and it was their duty to tear the ghost apart in order to give Danny peace.

In either case, it meant Ending Phantom. Ripping him asunder until there was nothing left.

Jack wasn’t so sure. He didn’t know what to think. Didn’t know what to believe about what really happened to their son. But the fear that hurting Phantom would hurt Danny stayed his hand, kept him back from leaping to conclusions. Kept him from being as ruthlessly devoted to vengeance as Maddie was becoming. Jack wasn’t one to hesitate, but they’d already been careless enough with Danny’s life- he wasn’t about to rush in with guns blazing when he couldn’t be certain, down to his bones, that doing so wouldn’t make things worse. Wouldn’t be the final nail in the casket they’d already buried.

Ghosts couldn’t feel things, didn’t have consciousness the way humans had- Jack knew this. They were only things made of leftover feelings and instinct. Like a feral animal. Like something less than a feral animal. A human soul- but poisoned and diminished- following nothing but some instinctual obsession like a rabid beast. Mindless and ill. They could talk and communicate and scream . But there wasn’t anything actually there.

They couldn’t feel pain. Not in any way that mattered. Jack knew this. It’d been a cornerstone understanding of their research for decades now. There were no nerves to feel it. There was no brain to process it. There were no synapses, no neural activity, no brainwaves. Nothing but stray bits of electrical pulses suspended in goo, mimicking sentience by coincidence.

“Like monkey’s with typewriters,” Maddie had proposed once. “Any coherence in their speech is coincidental. They babble enough for long enough and they eventually stumble on something that we think makes sense. But that doesn’t mean they know what they’re saying. Like parrots at best.”

Jack was starting to doubt this, though. What was the brain if not electrical impulses running throughout a hunk of meat? Yes, that was a gross oversimplification, but still. Who were they to say that they weren’t oversimplifying as well? When had they become the experts? When had their inquiries become certainty? When had their experiments gone from questions to weapons?

They weren’t scientists. Not anymore. Not for a long time. They’d long since slipped down the path from science to hunting . Trapping. Hurting. Killing .

What Maddie had agreed to do for the GIW went far beyond science. It was needlessly cruel. She claimed it was all to know more. To learn more about ghosts. What made them tick. What they could do to fight them . What, exactly, it took to End them . To find out about Phantom’s whereabouts. Her methods of trying to glean information were akin to torture . He’d seen her squeeze the afterlife out of so many ghosts, with her bare hands, and a rage unlike anything he’d ever witnessed before in her eyes. So much ectoplasm ( blood ). So much screaming.

How could he believe that they only mimicking when all they ever did was beg for mercy?

Jack was not a strong enough man to help her. He also wasn’t a strong enough man to stop her, either. He didn’t like what she was doing. Didn’t like the sort of person this was all turning her into. But he refused to stand in her way. He had no doubt that even if he did, she’d continue on her crusade regardless. And then where would she be?

So he sat back, something he thought he’d never do, and watched as his wife- the absolute love of his life, ran full tilt down a path she would never be able to come back from. Blood soaking deeper into her hands as she did.

And then they got a call that did nothing but make him nauseous.

Jack Fenton was a big man with even bigger feelings.

And he’d never felt a colder fear than he had when he witnessed the glint in his wife’s eyes when she ended it and whispered.

“Found you.”

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Jason didn’t really know what to make of Fetcher. His self-appointed caretaker.

The man could match him for stubbornness- that he could tell. How he managed to thwart every single attempt at escape he’d made so far was beyond him. Jason figured it had something to do with being a ghost but it also wouldn’t surprise him if it was just Fetcher’s sheer force of will. He might just outmatch Alfred with his ability to mother-hen Jason into compliance. Not to mention he’d mastered his own Disappointed Stare that Jason hated . And the puppy dog eyes! No being in the world should have that much power. They were deadly.

He didn’t know what to do with it all. The softness. The gentle caring. The genuine concern for his well-being. The amount of effort Fetcher put in to making sure he was okay. It was overwhelming. He hadn’t felt like this in- well, maybe never. Catherine had cared when she could. And Alfred had tried his hardest to make him feel welcome. But it had always felt conditional. Catherine only cared when she was sober. Alfred only tried because Jason was Bruce’s newest ward- like it wasn’t something he’d do if it wasn’t his job. And Bruce- that was a whole can of worms he refused to open.

But Fetcher… Well, his Jellyfish really knew how to bully him into compliance. And he’d do it in such a way that Jason didn’t even mind all that much, which felt like the real miracle, honestly. There was just something so genuine about the guy. Like, despite everything- despite how much of an irredeemable asshole he was- Fetcher actually- somehow- cared . Cared about his well-being, cared about his safety, cared about his feelings for fuck’s sake. No one should care about his feelings. They weren’t important. His health? Sure. He couldn’t do his job- before as Robin and now as Red Hood- if he was too injured. Couldn’t let him be a liability. But this guy, this ghost of all things, cared because it was Jason that was injured, not his persona.

It scared him. Just a bit. Because damn if he couldn’t get used to this. And damn if he didn’t care about Fetcher just as much. Teaching him how to cook different things just so he could lean over the shorter man’s shoulder and direct him. To be close. Feigning fatigue from his meds and settling on the couch just so Fetcher would sit near him and keep him quiet company in the middle of the day. Asking for help with his clothes so Fetcher would put his cold, cold hands on his hips again…

He was plunging to the bottom of a slope he couldn’t afford to fall down in the first place. He didn’t have time for this. Didn’t have time for feelings . He had a mission. He had a plan. There was no time for detours. No time for softness or indulgence. Those kinds of things weren’t meant for him. He wasn’t allowed such kindnesses. He was not made for mercy.

So, why then, did he find himself curled up on his shitty couch with Fetcher lounging across his chest and the both of them purring .

It was another day that he’d claimed to be too tired to function from his pain meds. Which wasn’t a total lie, but it was definitely an exaggerated one. He felt heavy and drowsy- but the alternative was pain lacing through every inch of his body and keeping him completely immobile. He could work through it, had done it plenty of times- both the pain and the drowsiness. But it felt nice to not have to for once. He stacked up a lot of injuries in his days as Robin and then even more when he was training with Talia and all the experts she’d found. He was riddled with chronic pain from them all. Not to mention all the damage dying had done. His body had definitely not taken too kindly to that. If anyone could relate to that though, he figured it might be Fetcher.

It was raining heavily outside, thunder rumbling across the sky and raindrops lashing against the reinforced glass of his windows. It made his bones ache, but it sounded nice. It melded well with the soft jazz filtering in through his crackly radio and the contented rumbling radiating from the both of them. It all felt absurdly domestic.

They were both trapped under the weight of one of Mrs. Almieda’s blankets, the knit of it chunky and warm. And they were both pleasantly full from another meal they’d managed to make together- pierogi’s from Ms. Bajorek’s recipe. He’d taken to having Fetch or another one of his crew grab more groceries for them both now that they’d found a way to make homemade meals. Maybe he could get his ghost boy to eat something other than take-out and processed junk now. He knew the other barely ate anything as it was- so he was going to make sure that what he did eat was good for him at least. If he was going to make Jason eat regular meals then he was going to get the same treatment, dammit.

Fetcher’s purring was starting to taper off, wavering softly until he huffed and it picked back up again. Only to drop off as his breathing slowed a few minutes later. He was fighting sleep like a kitten and it was adorable.

“You good, Jellyfish?” he murmured into the ghost’s hair, the wispy fog of it curling under his chin.

It was quickly starting to become a regular sight to see the ghost without his suit, just lounging about the apartment in what Jason liked to think of as his civvies. Strangely enough he had to continue to take off the suit? Apparently it would just- reform around his body after a while. It also turned into goop after awhile. Then the goop would disappear and the suit would reform. It was strange as all hell but he wasn’t about to question it. He was just going to enjoy seeing Fetch in all his ethereal glory, relaxed and content for once. Honestly it was a little distracting most of the time, but its not like he had anything important to focus on anyway, so it was fine.

He got a whine and three taps against his chest in response to his question. Three taps, part of the radio code they’d come up with what felt like forever ago- something Fetcher only used when he was feeling particularly lazy with responding. ( Yes.)

“Are we just going to have nap time then?” he asked, more to tease the other than anything.

He wouldn’t say no to another easy day just languishing on the couch with company. He knew these days were soon to end, and as much as he was itching to get back out into the Alley, he was going to relish these moments when he could. He wasn’t likely to find them again once they were gone.

Three slow taps against his chest and what felt like a yawn. ( Yes.)

Jason let a smile curl on his lips and relaxed back down into his couch. He liked the slightly chilled weight of Fetcher lounging against his chest, the feeling of it grounding and cool to his usually overheated skin. Ever since he’d crawled from the Pits he’d felt overly hot. Burning, constantly burning. It made him quicker to anger, more annoyed and ready to lash out. He hated the heat like this, where it was permanently stuck under his skin. Fetcher’s ghostly touch seemed to be about the only thing that soothed it.

It also wasn’t a coincidence that they ended up- cuddling for lack of a better word, like this. It had started out as a ploy to get the ghost to sleep. He knew the other could sleep and had seen the ghost running himself ragged in first few days avoiding it. He could deny needing it all he wanted but Jason knew better. He didn’t float as much, didn’t glow as bright, and didn’t talk with his hands with as much enthusiasm as Jason was used to. And then when he’d confronted him about it- he felt guilty. Because once Fetcher had admitted that he needed sleep, he also admitted that the reason he was avoiding it was because he was afraid Jason would try to sneak out while he was down. Which- well, he hadn’t been entirely wrong. He had planned on climbing out his bedroom window once he knew the other was asleep on the couch.

So they compromised. Fetcher would get his sleep and be able to rest knowing that there was no way for Jason to sneak out without waking him. It helped that Jason would often drift off with him. More comfortable than he ever thought possible with another being curled up on his chest. He’d also long since gotten used to the purring, enjoying the soft rumble they both emitted when they laid like this. He refused to think any deeper on what it meant.

Slowly, gently, he slipped into sleep himself.

It was warm and it was dark.

His body, and for some reason having a body came as a shock to him, was stiff and cold but the air around him- on top of him, swaddling him- felt uncomfortably warm. And then a heat, searing and unrelenting and burning everything burning, surged through him from the roots of his hair down to the ends of his toes. Everything was fire. Everything was black. He was choking on nothing and his nerves were coming to life within his body, only to strangle him.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe and he needed to get out .

And he moved his hands- he could move his hands - and felt the small soft space he was enclosed in. Padded and solid and too small- too, too small. He kicked his feet- he could kick his feet- and was met with the same awful padding. He opened his eyes- he could open his eyes - and there was nothing- nothing but a dark, dark void. All there was was stagnant air, darkness, and the sound of his own labored breathing. Nothing else. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

He clawed at the ceiling. He ripped the padding to shreds until he was met with wood, nails digging and scratching with increasing desperation- gaining splinters that he barely noticed. He needed out . The burning wasn’t stopping. He still couldn’t breathe. The burning fire in his veins was going to devour him whole. The air was thinner and thinner and the walls were starting to close in on him.

Everything hurt. Everything burned.

He needed to think, but he couldn’t. He needed to breathe, but he couldn’t. He needed out, but he couldn’t get there .

He could feel blood. Probably blood. Dripping down from his ragged fingers. He was going to break his hands if he kept stuggling to rip through the wood above him. He didn’t care. He needed to get out. He wasn’t going to. He was going to stay trapped in this terrible burning box forever. Forever stuck, forever on fire, forever choking on nothing but fetid darkness.

“Use your belt-buckle, Jaylad,” a voice within his mind whispered to him. “Use it to break through the wood.”

He didn’t question where the voice came from, who the voice belonged to, or how it knew he was wearing a belt when he himself hadn’t been aware of it before it spoke.

He cared only about ripping the belt from its loops and fumbling with the metal buckle until he could use it to chip away at the wood, finally making progress. His relief at breaking through was short lived, however, when clumps of dirt showered down onto his face.

He choked and gagged and spat the dirt out but he still couldn’t breathe .

He clawed through the dirt, the fire still burning, burning, burning all through his body and his lungs screaming the entire time. And it was taking an eternity and his hands were bleeding and breaking and throbbing and he was going to die here and-

Jason woke with a gasp and a jerk, nearly dislodging the body still draped over his chest with the force of it. He’d definitely woke the other though, who carefully lifted his weight from Jason by hovering up and away- not enough to be out of reach, but enough to give him room to breathe.

He needed it. He needed to feel the air in his lungs and see the soft glow of Fetcher’s light around him. To remember he wasn’t still buried in his grave. To remember that he’d made it out. He wasn’t still trapped.

It wasn’t often that he had nightmares about digging himself out of his own grave. That time and much of the days-weeks-months after that were all a blur. Incoherent. He’d been blind to everything happening to him, only vaguely aware of the sounds and sensations of the world. Everything except pain and the burning. The constant, constant burning. It had only been after his dip in the Pit that he’d been brought back to the surface and the fire slaked down to soft embers; still hot- too hot, but no longer a distracting inferno.

He felt cold hands tap at his cheeks, fingertips just barely brushing the skin. A question. Asking for permission. He leaned into the touch and let out a relieved sigh as the chill from Fetcher’s hands brought down the heat, soothing and cool like an ice pack on fever-hot skin. He felt the tap of an index finger under his chin; another question. He opened his eyes to find a concerned green gaze trained on him, his little ghost still floating carefully just above him.

“I’m fine, Spooks,” he said, voice rough with interrupted sleep, “just a bad dream.”

He shifted to sit up on the couch better, might as well shake off fatigue for now- it was almost dinner time from what he could tell of the slant and color of the sun through the windows. The rain had let up then, too.

He groaned as he heaved himself up without using his hands, the broken bones there aching more than usual from the aftershocks of his nightmare. Everything ached more after a nightmare. He managed to shuffle himself into a sitting position, socked feet dropping to the creaky hardwood as he leaned his weight into his elbows propped up on his knees. Fetch shifted until he was ‘standing’ in front of him, ghostly soles barely brushing the floor and cool hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

Jason glared down at his useless hands. Broken, beaten, bruised. They were never enough. Not enough to stop the Joker from beating him, twice . Not enough to dig him out of his own grave. Not enough to save his mother. Not enough to save anyone . Always falling short. Always breaking when he needed them. Always losing grip on the things that mattered most.

Fetcher shifted to card his fingers through Jason’s sweat soaked hair with one hand and tilted Jason’s head up by the jaw with the other. Exceedingly gentle, unbearably soft. Fetcher searched his eyes, patient and curious, but he didn’t move to mime any questions- just waited for Jason to speak on his own. Calm and cool and beautiful.

“I-,” he started, stopped, voice faltering in the face of his fuzzy memories. “I woke up in my casket. When I first came back.”

He paused, taking a deep breath and savoring the feeling of air filling his lungs and expanding his chest. They hadn’t really talked about his death or his resurrection before, not since that first conversation. It was something sort of always on the back-burner between them. Fetcher didn’t ask any more about his situation and he didn’t ask about Fetcher’s. But he still had- so many questions.

“I don’t know how I came back. I don’t know why. Why am I here? Why me? Why did I get to come back and not-”

Fetcher shuffled closer, pressing his legs in between Jason’s and forcing him to sit up from where he’d curled in on himself. Gently, achingly gently, he pushed Jason until his back was up against the couch and Fetcher was practically in his lap, cold hands coming back again to cradle his face in those softly glowing palms. His eyes, clear and green like the smoothest pieces of sea glass, bore into him and Jason could swear he almost heard the other speak. Not with any type of sound, but almost in his soul .

How. Why. You. he heard without hearing, whispers of wind and static shaping the words from within him, more feeling than any actual language . Never know. Just happy you here .

How much was this glowstick motherfucker gonna make him cry? He didn’t do tears. He was a murderer- many times over. He was a Crime Lord for fuck’s sake. He was raised trained by the most emotionally constipated man in the world! He was not gonna cry like a little bitch because some bioluminescent slimer gijinka pet his hair and said nice things to him!

“Asshole,” he muttered, ducking his head so the other wouldn’t see the stupid shine in his eyes. “Stop being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”

He meant it to be a joke- if a bad one, but there was just a bit too much of the truth in his words. Fetcher bopped him on the head, the motion so soft he barely felt it, but he could tell it was a reprimand.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, leaning his head back until it was almost hanging off the back of the couch. Fetcher settled by slumping against his chest, arms stretching out on either side of Jason’s head and knees bracketing his hips. Spooks was literally just sitting in his lap now. That was fine. Totally fine. Everything was fine.

He almost felt like he had emotional whiplash from the amount of feelings he’d had in the last few minutes. He wasn’t supposed to feel things in the first place. Let alone all of… that. Started with a nightmare and panic and ended with a cute ghost boy in his lap and the funny things that was doing to his heart.

Fuck. Alright.

Jason moved his hands- to do what, he didn’t know- and winced at the deep ache that throbbed through them. The pain medicine had definitely worn off, then. He let his arms fall limp at his sides and sighed in resignation. His mandatory vacation didn’t seem like it would ever end, and while it was nice to play house with Fetch- he still had work to do. He had a mission. He needed to set up the Alley with better resources and programs and- make the place a little less hostile to life. He needed to get it all done so it could run smoothly without his supervision, so that his work wouldn’t fall apart if when he disappeared.

And then he needed his answers from Bruce. From the Batman. From the Joker. He needed, more than anything, to know what Bruce would do when faced with the ultimatum. Would he rather stick to his stupid code and let the Joker run free to murder more and more innocent people at the expense of Jason’s life (again) ? Or would he surprise Jason and actually prove he cared? He doubted it, but he had to confirm it first. He needed to know .

Fetcher leaned to the side and shifted up, head resting on a now propped up arm, so he could look Jason in the eye. His other arm slid down until his hand was on Jason’s chest, settling just over his heart. His eyebrows scrunched in concern. He tapped on Jason’s chest twice ( help) and then drew a question mark there (help?) .

He sighed. “It’s just my hands, jellyfish,” he tried to soothe. “This isn’t the first time I’ve hurt them and that nightmare wanted to remind me of that.”

And fuck why would he say that when all it did was make the other sit up in alarm. That was the opposite of what he wanted. Why couldn’t they just go back to serenely napping on the couch and not worrying about anything?

Fetcher sat back, putting space between them Jason was already starting to mourn. Slowly, gently, he pulled Jason’s hands to rest between them, cradled in his own. His hands were broken, beaten, bruised, and fucked beyond repair. They were never meant to be held so sweetly. Fetcher stared down at them, a strangely guilty look on his face.

“I dug myself out,” Jason said to break the silence, hoping to distract Fetch from whatever was making him feel guilty of all things. “From the casket. It fucked my hands up for awhile, but they healed up just fine. Just like they’ll be fine this time. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Fetcher shook his head, nodding down to where he cradled said hands, and gave Jason a look. They had both been there when Doc Leslie told him how badly his hands were injured. How they might never work the same. How he was lucky that he still had them at all. Jason looked away, avoiding that gaze and refusing to acknowledge the actual state of his injuries. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

Eventually, Fetcher seemed to have made a decision and carefully let go of Jason’s hands before pulling out his little whiteboard. He must want to say something that was more complicated than pantomime could convey. He rarely needed the board with Jason, able to gesture his way through a conversation for the most part.

He flipped the board over and Jason’s breath caught.

I can fix them.

#naps fics #dp x dc #Our Empty Graves #dpxdc

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ethans-stars · 5 months

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Also rivals to lovers!!

LOSING MY MIND BECAUSE I HAD A DREAM ABOUT THAT?

before i post the drawing to your other ask, let me explain the dream (the dream was obviously very vague lol, but this is a complex explanation)

kevin was in a relationship with a girl who was very mean and forced a lot of toxic masculinity onto kevin knowing he was trans. the communication wasnt too far, but caught in a loop of manipulation, he felt bad for wanting to leave.

streber and kevin used to be friends in middleschool, but after a fight (still need to work on what fight happened) they split off. eventually, kevin moved away to where spooky month takes place.

streber then moves there, (because of college) and slowly their friends join them!!!!! wahoo!!!! :3 the hauntiest house gang is together! and nothing can go wrong here! after all, while the breakup with ethan was rough, (sideplot that i like to have canon in my brain: ethan and streber are exes, but still good friends) strebers a bestselling author and happily living in a small house on his own. perfectly fine, right?

that is, until kevin and streber meet again. turns out, kevin moved to the town that streber went to college! still on not good terms and refusing to make up ever since they were little, this forms an even rougher relationship. streber and kevin get into fights (very rarely turning physical because thats lame) and it slowly just turns into playful bickering. i mean, why are they fighting anyway? something stupid caused them to fall apart when they were kids. maybe they should just give up this dumb constant fight already. (also angst later because due to kevin being emotionally abused by his girlfriend, his self esteem is HORRIBLE. not to mention a lot of insecurities that streber accidentally picks on)

one day, streber is out on a walk, needing to clear his head when he finds kevin out in an alley way, sobbing. turns out, his girlfriend broke up with him. (note: i dont remember in the dream if his girlfriend broke up with him, or kevin just walked out after an argument and his girlfriend yelling at him. if so, streber most likely helped kevin with the courage to end the relationship. this wouldve happened later into their friendship.) despite the two having a mixed relationship, streber wants to comfort him, and does so. streber offers to drive kevin home after he calms down, and kevin agrees. (thankfully, kevin and his girlfriend didnt live together.)

after this, the bickering almost completely stops. the two decide it might be nice to catch up on eachothers life and get to know eachother better as their friendship only lasted like. a few months lol

this leads them to getting closer over the span of a few months, and while they arent dating, they do get progressivly flirty and a bit touchy. it does get a bit bad when streber finds out kevin is touch starved, and very sensitive to touch, which is a big development in their relationship that inevitably leads them even closer. streber is patient, and being pretty icky about a lot of physical touch themself, they dont mind at all.

^^^^^ during this, kevin also opens up about his girlfriend (and some of his past) sharing his horrible experience with her. during this, kevin explains how the bickering actually hurt him, and streber profusely apologizes, wishing he didnt target kevin like that. after making it up in the weeks, their trust grows stronger.

eventually, they confess to eachother when streber is spending the night over, and they makeout in streber's bed, sharing clothes and being overwhelmingly happy about all of it.

when streber wakes up, he hears kevin taking a shower, and the night hits him back, being super overjoyed hes now dating someone who hes had a crush on for so long. while in the shower, streber sees kevin's phone ring/a text appears (i dont rememeber which) and its his (now ex) girlfriend. this immediately causes streber to get angered, feeling as if his trust was betrayed. though, he calms down, trying to make sure he doesnt explode immediately or make any assumptions.

streber brings it up to him, and kevin seems weirded out, trying to understand why they looked at the text/phone number, but gets where streber is coming from, theyre dating now after all. streber explains that they obviously can see a text/call on a phone, kevin's phone was right on his dresser. kevin obviously understands.

kevin explains how recently (like a week ago) he began speaking to his ex again (she guilt-tripped him :( streber gets uncomfortable about this, knowing how emotionally abusive his ex was. he then begs for kevin to block her again, but reassures streber that its okay, and that shes changed.

streber tells him that if she asks to date again, tell her no, and if she persists even when kevin explains that he's now dating streber, to immediately block her. if he doesnt want to do that, then if the persisting continues, to block contact.

kevin reluctantly sighs, but nods yes. though, he feels like this is all his fault. streber reassures him that its not his fault, and that she constantly manipulated him to feel like that.

they slowly get better into the relationship, going on their first date in the first week, but kevin starts to seem more stressed. by the first few weeks, kevin seems a bit too closed off. its then revealed his ex keeps trying to get back with him, and the two visited eachother, and she tried making a move despite him explicitly saying no.

okay this is turning very long, but to sum it up, kevin removes contact and tries to go as far as to say it to her face that he isnt interested, and hes sick of her shit.

boom!!!!! okay now streber and kevi n makeout,. again ytyayyyyf

their relationship gets really smooth from then on, and kevin gradually heals from the damage that his ex did.

i am so tired why did i wirte all of that

drawing your request now crossie 🗣❗️❗️

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I just think the jolyne discourse thing is so silly. You're free to your opinion on the matter, I don't think people should attack you for it. But people are also free to their aus, I don't think it's hurting anybody tbh. Yeah, it's not in line with canon, but who cares? It's harmless fun. It has no bearings on canon, and it's not like it's proship content or anything.

Again, nobody should jump down your throat for an opinion, though. It's silly to be that mad over a fictional character and someone saying they dislike an aspect of fandom portrayal.

i cant stop anyone from doing these things i really cant and it doesnt even effect me. i think i was just more annoyed with ppl who immediatly fr think some 19 year old would FR adopt a child and take care of him. like its just a lil silly and unrealistic!

but really truely i was like! man can we take a step back and ask why when i girl character is nice to a slightly younger kid we immediately feel like we need to attribute her to a mom character. jolyne who is 19, in college, and barely got to be a kid herself who was simply kind to Emporio. why do we feel the need to say she is a mom. can we ask why we feel so strongly about making female characters moms

like, make mom friend jolyne jokes however u want, im not gonna care. say u want her to adopt him! i cant stop you and it literally wont effect me, i just dont have to look at it. its not maliciously bad, its just kinda annoying or idk sad to me? but its not that big a deal

and i was gonna get over this in an hour tops

but no matter how i feel?? who cares THIS much that i dont like it?? why do twitter jojo people act like just because my post ended up on their dash, it means i made it SPECIFICALLY TO HURT THEM AND THEIR FEE FEES AND HEADCANONS. i dont kNOW you i dont care! i wrote that on the way out of the house before i went out to dye my hair with friends, it was a throw away thought.

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hi snuggle muffin

so you said Alicia is mysterious right now but like..how?? i played the game and this bitch is just kinda open. like,, dead gf, mean, somehow has gray hair. everything kinda checks out so like maybe explain a little more???? also,, what is she to bureaucracy?? bc she seems to not like him very much. oh and, what happened with beargrass and his family? since they were like. rude gazillionares or whatever

hiiii electtra; ilysm fooor this ask because i love the chance to be a little annoyying about my favorite mean women (even though you just made me go through hell with your other one.)

youre absolutely right about her being open, but the thing is that it feels more like the false-openness. Like, realistically,, the player really only knows most this stuff from context clues!! Techincally, she never techincally admitted to having a dead gf, but beaford literally just made a wlw and dried lilys joke and alicia freezed up like a fish out of water. So. You sorta realize.

Also, we really only know tidbits of her motives and stuff, but thats it. theyre only small bits. She has a board in the office about a hotel incident from three years ago; is it just a random story? Is it something she was apart of? Did dried lily girl die in it? What about it ??? ALICIIA PLEASE!!!!!! Plus, her motives to bringing Beaford back on the surface ARE what she says it is. Repay for making Alicia go through that shit because he got possessed by some demon. But also; he's probably one of the first examples of the supernatural ACTUALLY being the supernatural in her experince. And what do we know she is?? Skepticle of the super natural. So seeing a whole ass demon possess this really pathetic college drop out is defiently something Alicia finds horribly important considering shes searching for some proof to the super natural. Because really guys.. do you think Alicia Wilkershire went to her highschool guidance counselor sayng she wanted to be an ordained minister and excorist? Yeah, no. That is NOT how it works!!!!!

Alsoooo, i think her and beaford have both a really complicated and a really simple relationship simultaneously. Because on one hand; they are what they are on the surface. Beaford works for Alicia to pay back for the shit he pulled with that demon possession thing. On the other hand; there's WAY more than that.

Alicia is not a very warm and kind person, by like, any means. She's over six feet tall, spicaze herself described her as mean, and she literally repeteadly kicks at beaford WHILE HES DOWN even after the demon stopped possessing him actively. But shes seen being at least a lot kinder with beaford. She watched that one anime with him not even a month into knowing him (even if she bemoans it, actively) and even went far enough to find a reedeeming quality in it (I.E the fashion) !!!!! She lets him poke fun at him (even though, to be fair, she absolutely decks him everytime he does.) And to be frank; this is not stuff that Alicia do with just any person. We can tell shes awkward with most clients; but even when first meeting beaford, she was way more casual and comofortably speaking then she does with Naomi (who she has to lean back on Beaford to talk to !!!!)

Obviously this doesnt take away fromt he fact Alicia IS still a bit (very) mean to beaford. But it's just. Way different from how she treats others. Which is why I'm very convinced its because Beaford reminds her of dried lily girl; especially consdering the aspect of how they have VERY similar speech traits and personailities in regards to Alicia (Poking fun at her, seeing her differently than others do, etc..) especially consdering the conversation we see in the knife ending where Alicia is (presumably) speaking to dried lily in the after life.

Also. I'm pretty sure its canon that Beaford just up and left without saying anything. His family is obviously very rigid in the fact that theyre all doctors and expect the same from Beaford. Plus considering his shock at seeing the photo of him and sister still in his sisters room-- I can really only presume his home life wasn't really the best. So him just up and leaving isnt too shocking/unwarranted

Anyways I really lvoe these two and i'll probably make a post later about them. Thank you Electra. Your sins have been forgiven.

#BUREAUCRACY. BEARGRASS.#IM CRYING.#thank youuu electraaaa #:3 #alicia wilkershire #beaford lysenworth #alicia & beaford #silver thread spicaze #Gospel of eve spicaze #electra tag

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kitkatt0430-recommends · 11 months

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The bookmarking of old favorites from FFnet continues, though between a wasp invasion of my house (cricket wasps, so they're non-aggressive) and the slow transfer from my 6-year-old (almost 7) computer that has been occassionally blue screening to my shiny new computer has slowed down my creation of fic rec lists of those old favs.

But. I do still have recommendations to make. (The descriptions here are my words, to convey my impressions of the fics.)

The Scarlet Shield by Silverlake - First in a series. When Kel finds herself with child, she has to find the determination to continue living her life on her own terms.

The main ship is Kel/Dom, which is probably the only ship I really enjoy for Kel. I see her as being demiromantic - and she's word of god aromantic, which has only just reinforced my headcanon - and her canon friendship with Dom is pretty solid. The rating is T and this one isn't on Ao3 that I can find. The whole series is really good, with new girls joining up as pages along the way and new lady knights inspired Kel's example.

To See Once More the Light of the Stars by Philip S - The start of a series. When Buffy was forced to send Angel to hell to save the world, she didn't send him there alone. She went there with him. And they both come back changed.

A Buffy/Angel series with what is not my favorite interpretation of Xander or Joyce. But it is overall a really interesting premise executed quite well. I think I first read this before I read Dante's Inferno in college, so re-reading it is kinda making me want to re-read the Inferno (and the rest of it, but my copy is packed away right now, probably for the best) given all the references in the flashbacks to their time in Hell.

Most, if not all, the fics in this series are rated M and they're all on FFnet. And there are a lot of fics in this series, though it is incomplete.

Rebel of my Destiny by YarningChick - A few months after her adventure in the Cat Kingdom, Haru is drawn to a hidden part of the local library where an entire created world's fate hangs in the balance and only Haru has the skills to finish the novel. But it's not just the novel's Princess who can travel to the real world and the book's villain has already killed one author in order to maintain his choke hold upon his world…

I enjoyed this one because it was both a post canon story for The Cat Returns, but was also something of an Inkheart fusion. Haru teams up with the Cat Bureau again, this time not to save herself but an entire world and it's a lot of fun. Like most of YarningChick's works, the main ship is Baron/Haru and the fic is rated G. It can be found on Ao3 and I've been really enjoying re-reading YarningChick's works on the Ao3 interface. (I've got a semi-custom version of the dark skin that's so easy on my eyes, even compared to FFNet's own dark mode.)

Of Fur and Feathers by YarningChick - When Haru returns to her hometown, she finds herself drawn into Drosselemeyer's web. As it seems the old storyteller has more in store for Rue, Ahiru… and Haru too.

Another YarningChick story, which combines The Cat Returns with Princess Tutu. It's post canon for both, though it discards a bit of Princess Tutu's 'return to normal' for the people of the town, and does a pretty good job of weaving the two together. It's got a happy ending, but everyone definitely has to work to earn it. It's on Ao3, rated T, and has the main ships of Baron/Haru, Ahiru/Fakir, and Mytho/Rue.

After the Fall by athenaprime - The war is won, but Revan is struggling to accept being lauded for stopping a war she helped start. Bastila doesn't know how to accept the way falling to - and returning from - the dark side has changed her. And what starts as a victory tour rapidly turns into a quest to find Revan and deal with the remnants of the Sith that haven't gone so quietly into defeat after all. Also Mandalorian courtship rituals, which was not at all where Bastila thought her dalliance with Canderous was headed…

This is a long post-KotOR 1 fic that starts with Carth/(female)Revan but eventually also winds up Bastila/Canderous and Dustil/Mission. I remember enjoying it a lot and while I've only gotten about ten-ish chapters into re-reading it thus far, it's holding up well to what I remember of it. Rated T and it hasn't migrated to Ao3 that I could find.

#type: fic recs #fic recs #fandom: buffy the vampire slayer #fandom: the cat returns #fandom: knights of the old republic #fandom: tortall

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PRINCESS MORBUCKS

First Appearance: Green Lantern Apple Bloom (December 5, 2018)

Dimension: GLAB Universe

Allegiance: Civilian

Princess Morbucks was the daughter of a wealthy Businessman. Whatever she wanted, he was always able to get. So when she wanted to go to Public School to flaunt herself, her father allowed it. But as much as she did, she eventually found out she was outshined by the SuperHeroines known as the Powerpuff Girls. Thinking her father could give her anything, she demanded for him to make her a Powerpuff Girl. But no matter what tech he gave her, she was never a match for them.

So she spent her pre-school days trying to be the only Powerpuff Girl. Teaming up with Mojo Jojo, trying to frame their friends, even tricking Santa Claus that she was the only good girl that year. Yet no matter what she did, the Powerpuff Girls always beat her. But when the girls went to Grade School, Morbucks matured. She no longer wanted to be a Powerpuff Girl… She wanted to be better than them.

So instead of trying to be one, she did everything within her power to prove to everyone and more importantly Blossom that she was better. But like before, the Powerpuff Girls were still able to overcome her plans. This slightly changed when the Morbucks Company’s stocks went down the drain. With her family Bankrupted, Princess Morbucks went to the only people she knew who would actually care about her, the Powerpuff Girls.

Reluctantly, the Powerpuff Girls agreed with Blossom believing she can turn Morbucks good. And for a while, thanks to working on a Lemonade Business together, the two became friends. Morbucks threw that friendship away when she stole Blossom’s secret ingredient to bring the Morbucks back to riches, Blossom believes that deep down, Morbucks still considers her a friend. And as much as Princess tried to make it seem like it's not so, she knows it too,

When it comes to High School, she stopped with her Powerpuff Hate since getting accepted to a High School was difficult. Blossom got her in one but with the promise of stopping her attacks on them. Morbucks reluctantly agreed. She figured she could always do it a year after the agreement. But when she struggled, Blossom helped her. Eventually this led Morbucks to get good grades and be able to attend a college for business. With all this, Morbucks didn’t have time to attack the Powerpuff Girls. Even when she did, she was too tired to deal with the physical attacks and the bribery.

So instead when she did have time, she would go out. But with so many friends mostly after her money, she wanted to actually relax. So that led to her friendship with Blossom going back to the old days when they were running a Lemonade Stand. By the time she graduated College, she was running the Morbucks Company in her father’s place. She even helped financially support Blossom’s run for Mayor when she was first elected. Now Morbucks is considered a friend of the Powerpuff Girls and willing to give her support… Emotionally. Not Financially.

Sprite Credit

The First Version is by AkumaTh

The Current Version is by AkumaTh

Fun Facts:

As you can guess, the 2016 Powerpuff Reboot is still canon to my stuff. It will probably still be canon regardless of the new Craig McCracken Reboot coming out.

#Princess Morbucks #civilian #GLAB Universe

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Vintage

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Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, implied sexual content, suggestive scenario, ex boyfriend mingyu

This fic was inspired by "Vintage - Niki"

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If we’re talking about high school, there are two kinds of people; the one who despises it or the one who loves every single minute of it. You definitely fall into the later one. The life you had in high school was fucking fantastic.

Sure, some people might categorize you as the snobby popular cheerleader that seemed to have it all easily. You don’t mind, you did have it easy. You had great friends, cool parents that supports everything you do, good grades, and at one point you also dated the hot jock that everyone seemed lust over in senior year, yeah the list goes on.

Nevertheless, that was high school. You eventually had to graduate and leave it all behind to go on another adventure called college—which was also very fucking fantastic.

“Ugh, come on, girl. You look amazing, stop fiddling with your hair and let’s go inside! I can’t wait to meet everybody!” Your friend practically screams on your ear, rushing you to get out of the car to attend the highly anticipated five-year reunion of your high school.

The class of 2015, the only class that has ever won the homecoming pride parade all four years of high school. Beating all the allegations of dorky freshmen and keeping the tittle all the way to senior year.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Geez.” You sigh, getting out of your friends car. Didn’t even bother to drive your own car cause you know you’re getting fucked up tonight.

You both excitedly enter the huge mansion where the event takes place. When you enter through the front door into the foyer, your eyes immediately scans the room. Trying to locate your high school cliques who are seating comfortably in the middle of the huge living room. Laughing and drinking obnoxiously as if they own the place.

As you walk towards them, you get this sense of déjà vu. This reunion doesn’t feel like a five-year reunion but more like a friday night house party.

There are no big screen showcasing old nostalgic photos from the four-year madness. No podium for the student body president at the time to go up and deliver some cheesy emotional speech about how fast the time went by. Instead, loud uplifting music blasting from speakers, people stripping down into their bathing suit and doing canon balls into the pool outside. The only difference being everyone is now drinking legally.

“Are we sure this is a reunion and not an after party of homecoming parade at Jeonghan’s?” you ask when you finally reach your friends. Hearing laughter as response.

“Why are you even surprised? You should’ve expected at least this monstrosity when you refuse to organize the reunion and let Hoshi handle it.” Joshua replies, standing up to pull you into an embrace.

You miss your friends, a lot. The fact that you move away for college across the country made you miss them even more, considering you only get the chance to see most of them on holidays.

Sitting down you snuggle yourself between Joshua and Jun, savoring the sweet feeling of nostalgia having your loved ones laughing around you.

Looking around, you absentmindedly search for him. Mingyu.

Mingyu was the highlight of your senior year. And a few weeks of summer after that. People love Mingyu. Such a scene stealer, standing oh so deliciously tall at 6’2, people drool over him.

You are deep in your thoughts about your beloved ex when your friends starts cheering and calling out his name, pulling you out of your thoughts and looking straight to where he’s standing.

“Speak of the devil, my oh my!” you mumble more to yourself.

Catching you staring, Mingyu flashes his infamous devilish smile your way as he make his way towards the living room. That’s one thing you haven’t seen in a while, you thought to yourself. Making your heart skips one too many beats.

“Hey, little one.” Mingyu continues to grin as he pull you into a big warm comfortable hug.

“Hey, big guy.” you breathe to his chest. Stomach fluttering as if there’s a thousand butterflies swarming inside due to the nickname.

“You look good. You look real good.” Mingyu pulls away but keeping his grip on your waist. Staring down admiring your blushed appearance.

“How have you been?” you chuckled, blurting out the most basic question to mask the nervousness. Eyes glued on how good his features look in this light. Brain zooming back, reminiscing bout the good times.

“Been good, life’s good. Could be better though.” Mingyu winks, pulling you to sit down next to him on the over crowded couch. Making you stick to him in a way way too friendly manner. You can see Dokyeom and Hoshi throwing you teasing looks from the corner of your eyes, making you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

After a few rounds of question to catch up on each other’s life, Mingyu pull out his phone to answer some text and making you gasp while doing do.

“Please don’t tell me that’s the same phone you’ve had since the summer after graduating? Oh, never mind it’s the case. How stupid.“

Mingyu chuckles, lightly smacking your knee. “You know I’m way too clumsy to keep a phone functioning more than a year. Still got all of our pics and everything on cloud tho.” His eyebrows raised teasingly.

“For real?!” you bounce in your seat, excited. “I wanna see, show me!”

Mingyu grins so hard you afraid his cheeks might pop. “C’mere.” he invites but his hands already snake his way around your shoulder. Making your head dizzy.

The two of you took a sweet sweet stroll down the memory lane. Lost in the drunken state of each other’s familiar presence. Mingyu makes it easy. Too easy, just like a zephyr. It feels like the last five years had disappear, and you two just a couple of freshly graduated senior, savoring the last summer before drifting apart for college. Making the old feelings resurfaced, not completely, just enough for you to want to hit reverse.

“Mingyu! Why on earth would you let me went out wearing this?!” you shriek looking at his phone, picture of you two snuggling on a couch with you sitting comfortably on his lap inside a poorly lit living room surrounded by drunk underage teenagers. Too much like your current situation.

“What do you mean?! You look amazing!” he blurts out equally shocked with the fact you think you looked ridiculous. “I think all the shit you dealt with in college mess with something up here.” his finger lift to your temple and taps it lightly.

Oh, Mingyu and his charms. His sweet, sweet mouth that always know what to say for a comeback. His clean and clever comebacks.

Your thoughts starts to wonder down the dangerous path of ‘Why the hell did we broke up?’ Cause right now, you really don’t remember. Can’t even fantom you once said see you never.

Time passed with you two still snuggling into each others presence. Minutes? Hours? What the hell. It could be days and you’re confident you won’t mind.

When the outside sky mirror the color of Mingyu’s mesmerizing eyes, he pulls you up. Snatching your body off the couch and back into his embrace, but standing up this time.

“Dance with me, little one.” he ducks his head to whisper in you ear. Broad shoulder and chest with a pair of strong sturdy arms enveloping you. Making you feel another burst of butterfly bombs inside. “Come,” he breathes and leads you through the crowd towards the dance floor filled with people dancing to the uplifting music.

You sway, following his lead on the dance floor. Mingyu’s a big guy, but he doesn’t move like one. Very smooth, nothing you’d expect a 6 foot 2 inches giant would do.

“I like your dress.. You look real fucking good.” he mumbles, another butterfly bomb explodes. Sending shivers down your spine. Making you respond with the only thing your brain manages to form, a nod. A fucking sign that it wont be long before no becomes yes.

Still whispering sweet nothings to you ear, pulling every card to haul you in. You start to think, maybe one more night wont hurt. A reenactment, not repetition. That’s for sure.

You can feel the disapproving looks your friends throw at you from the couch. Knowing the pain you had to and probably will endure again if you didn’t snap out of it right this minute.

But the music’s blaring too loud for you to comprehend shit, and Mingyu’s hand on your hips and waist did not help at all. When the devil of your past leans back in to deliver more of his sweet nothing bullshit, you thought to yourself, fuck it.

You turn you head so fast and caught his lips in yours.

Bombs after bombs of butterfly bursts in your stomach, chest, head, everywhere, even fingers along with the acrylic coffin-shaped nails you get done just for tonight.

Mingyu pulls you out of the dance floor, scrambling through hallways to find an empty bedroom in rapid speed, afraid you change your mind and bolt out of his grasp again.

When he finally find an unoccupied bedroom, he kicks the door but only stand aside. Waiting for you to come in on your own will. Glancing around, you find one of your friend stare you down in disbelief. You look straight into her eyes and reads the unspoken words of “What the fuck?!” thrown your ways.

Without hesitation—the butterflies are taking over you body and soul by now— you throw a quick wink at her before stepping inside the empty bedroom and let Mingyu closes the door behind him as he follows, locking it.

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You passed out. Not for long you don’t think. An hour probably.

Sitting up, you feel something heavy weigh down your stomach. An arm, Mingyu’s arm. You chocked. Registering what happened during the short few hours between you arriving and now. Sprawling on top of an unknown bed with someone you know too damn well.

You quickly gather you clothes—thanking the Goddes all of them are within the arms reach. Quickly detangle yourself from the heavy figure sleeping soundly next to you, jumping off the bed you pick up your bag and shoes.

“What’s with the hurry, little one?” he groans, half awake. Freezing you mid way to the door.

“My.. my ride.” you blurt out, knowing damn well he’s not buying it.

“Can we talk?” you can hear him sitting up behind you. You hesitate for a minute as he collects his clothes. When you finally turn your back, he’s already marching towards you. Arms reaching out.

“I can’t, this was a fucking mistake.” you sigh. Arms stretched out to his chest preventing him to come any closer. Afraid of another butterfly bomb clouding your sense.

“Didn’t felt like it.” he mewls, broad shoulder droppings. Your heart sinks.

“I’m sorry, Mingyu. Whatever the fuck that was... was a reenactment and I don’t do repetition.” you sigh. Hands flying up to cup the side of his face. Caressing it lightly. Caressing the boy you once loved with raging force.

“Come on, lil one. You felt it too, I know you do.” Mingyu leans into your hands. Pleading.

“A reenactment. If it makes you feel better, it was a fucking great one.” you wink. Patting his jaw. You reach up, standing on your tippy toes, kissing the side of his face with so much affection you had to pull back.

“Goodbye, big guy.” you turn your back to him. Unlocking the door, you walk away. Doing the thing you should’ve done a few hours ago.

Left all alone, Mingyu freezes. Standing still a few feet away from the door. Watching you walk out breaks him. He thought he had forgotten you. Turns out, he doesn’t. He never did.

And what had happened just a mere hours ago, was wake up call for Mingyu. He needs you. He needs you back. And hopefully, he’ll get you back.

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demilypyro · 3 years

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I feel like ranting about Genshiken Nidaime and its handling of an un-selfaware transgender character, because I'm on my second reread, and I have things to say, so I will.

Genshiken Nidaime's portrayal of Kenjirou Hato honestly comes very close to my own experience with my gender, as it took me years and years of just thinking I was a weird effeminate guy and just "pretending" to be a girl on the internet for me to come to terms with who I am. Stories like this are very vulnerable to people who refute any possibility of a character being trans because the character does not believe themselves to be, but that kind of experience is exactly what makes it so relatable to people who have been through that. I'll be referring to Hato with gender neutral pronouns since their gender identity is technically up to interpretation.

Genshiken is not a very popular manga among trans people, most likely because most of its cast are pretty ignorant of actual gender theory, most of them being stereotypical anime fans. A lot of words and ideas are thrown around that may be seen as offensive depending on your sensibilities, so it doesn't exactly always work as affirming media. Still, I think it's interesting to have a story dealing with gender with characters who are so realistically biased, and how they can become better through interacting with a genderqueer person. It's clear that none of the characters involved are actually bad or bigoted people, they really are just ignorant, including Hato, and they become more accepting and understanding of Hato as the story progresses.

For the uninformed, Kenjirou Hato is a character introduced in Genshiken Nidaime as a crossdresser. Their explanation is that their interest in yaoi is more typical coming from female otaku, aka fujoshi, so to fit into their college’s local otaku club and be able to talk about yaoi freely, they present as feminine while there. Hato's presentation is near flawless, even going so far as to train their voice to a perfect feminine sound.

It should be noted that Hato, in their female persona, is considered one of the most attractive women in the club, far exceeding most of their female otaku friends. The amount of effort they put in their presentation is shown to make several of their female friends insecure about their own feminity, making the amount of effort Hato puts in feel almost over the top. Still, their assigned gender is accidentally discovered on their very first day there. Curiously, even when this cat is out of the bag, they seem almost entirely unwilling to show up to the club while dressed as a man, resorting to attend classes as a man, leave campus, change, come back, and attend the club as a woman.

Hato is clearly beset by a lot of biases and preconceptions about gender and sexuality that limit their ability to come to understand themselves. They, at least for the duration of Nidaime, consider themselves to be a heterosexual man, and thus are afraid of any attraction they feel towards men, as they have not accepted the possibility that they might be into men. Hato for a long time believes that this attraction they're feeling is all the result of getting carried away when they dress feminine. It's not helped by Hato being an avid yaoi fan, which leads them to relate homosexuality mostly to the realm of fantasy, another obvious bias. When they actually fall in love with a man, their upperclassman Madarame, they panic, immediately stop presenting as feminine, and swear off their yaoi interest, as if any of that actually has anything to do with their own sexuality. Of course, that doesn't work.

One particular aspect I found really relatable were Hato's delusions. In various scenes where they're alone and dressed as a man, a sort of manifestation of their femininity appears, taking the form of a naked ghost of their feminine persona, and appears to nudge their actions as if with intrusive thoughts. There's a lot of ways to interpret this, but I personally believe Hato's biases and double life led them to distance their male and female identities so far that they cannot consider their femininity to be part of them when they present as masculine, and instead experiences those impulses as if they were coming from outside themselves. I’ve personally experienced something similar while deep in denial. This is supported by them being willing to use their male persona as material for their homoerotic art, which, if you're fervently in denial that you're into men while drawing homoerotic art of yourself, that's a lot of mental gymnastics you're doing, there, buddy. In any case, Hato’s biases and repression run so deep that in an effort to make sense of things, they cause them hallucinations.

Where things start to fall apart (or come together?) for Hato is again when they fall in love with Madarame. This is a bit after where the anime ends, so everything from here on is just from the manga. After a lot of denial, and a scene where it turns out Hato has been drawing art of their *feminine* persona getting intimate with Madarame, there is finally a scene where Hato seems to accept that their feminine impulses and interest in men were always part of themselves, and from that point they relatively stop denying themselves, and actively become a contender for Madarame's affections. Their decision to stop presenting feminine is reversed entirely, and the intrusive-thought ghost no longer appears, as those ideas were always coming from Hato's own repressed mind.

That’s where it ends as far as Genshiken is concerned, but the elephant in the room here is Spotted Flower, the sort-of-sequel to Genshiken Nidaime which is of dubious canonicity. Many characters appear whose appearance and personal history line up near-perfectly with the cast of Nidaime, though nothing is ever explicitly confirmed, and some of the names don't seem to match. In Spotted Flower, the character who is easily linked to Hato is a bisexual transgender woman, even sporting breast implants, who has become a professional mangaka (still focusing on yaoi). Her transgender status does not appear to be known to anyone but old friends, so it would appear that she is living as a woman full-time.

If you consider Spotted Flower to be canon, this almost 100% confirms that Hato was a trans girl all along, and that Nidaime was the story of them working through the biases that prevented them from realizing this. Again, as someone who went through something similar, I found it all to be intimately relatable, on a deeper level than most stories out there that deal with these topics.

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vintage

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, implied sexual content, suggestive scenario, ex-boyfriend mingyu

This fic was inspired by "Vintage - Niki"

••• If we’re talking about high school, there are two kinds of people; the one who despises it or the one who loves every single minute of it. You definitely fall into the later one. The life you had in high school was fucking fantastic.

Nevertheless, that was high school. You eventually had to graduate and leave it all behind to go on another adventure called college—which was also very fucking fantastic.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Geez.” You sigh, getting out of your friends car. Didn’t even bother to drive your own car cause you know you’re getting fucked up tonight.

As you walk towards them, you get this sense of déjà vu. This reunion doesn’t feel like a five-year reunion but more like a friday night house party.

“Are we sure this is a reunion and not an after party of homecoming parade at Jeonghan’s?” you ask when you finally reach your friends. Hearing laughter as response.

You miss your friends, a lot. The fact that you move away for college across the country made you miss them even more, considering you only get the chance to see most of them on holidays.

Sitting down you snuggle yourself between Joshua and Jun, savoring the sweet feeling of nostalgia having your loved ones laughing around you.

Looking around, you absentmindedly search for him. Mingyu.

Mingyu was the highlight of your senior year. And a few weeks of summer after that. People love Mingyu. Such a scene stealer, standing oh so deliciously tall at 6’2, people drool over him.

You are deep in your thoughts about your beloved ex when your friends starts cheering and calling out his name, pulling you out of your thoughts and looking straight to where he’s standing.

“Speak of the devil, my oh my!” you mumble more to yourself.

“Hey, little one.” Mingyu continues to grin as he pull you into a big warm comfortable hug.

“Hey, big guy.” you breathe to his chest. Stomach fluttering as if there’s a thousand butterflies swarming inside due to the nickname.

“You look good. You look real good.” Mingyu pulls away but keeping his grip on your waist. Staring down admiring your blushed appearance.

After a few rounds of question to catch up on each other’s life, Mingyu pull out his phone to answer some text and making you gasp while doing do.

“Please don’t tell me that’s the same phone you’ve had since the summer after graduating? Oh, never mind it’s the case. How stupid.

"Mingyu chuckles, lightly smacking your knee. “You know I’m way too clumsy to keep a phone functioning more than a year. Still got all of our pics and everything on cloud tho.” His eyebrows raised teasingly.