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The hike

Christian gets into his old ford pickup and exits the gates of the military base where he works. “Shit that was a long day” he says. “I CANNOT believe my leave finally starts, 2 whole weeks off!”

The year is 1993 and Christian is an officer in the Army stationed in Virginia. He’s been in ever since his family disowned him after he revealed he is attracted to men. Hoping to find a partner in the military, he applies to be an officer and possibly meet someone. After 3 years with the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, he can’t help but feel a bit hopeless as he can’t really meet anyone openly. With no family and no prospects of finding love he is just going through the motions, day by day.

It wasn’t just the lack of options that prevented Christian from getting him a date, in the last year or so his trim physique had started to soften up into a little beer belly. Late nights drowning his sorrows with beer and binge eating until he passed out started to take its toll on Christians waist line. Luckily the strict weight standards and forced exercise his job required kept him from plumping up too big.

Standing at 5’11”, Christian had an adorably cute face. Quick growing dark thick beard a military style hair cut with bright blue eyes. Very much an ex jock when he looked in the mirror with strong arms and a thick chest but still not body builder buff accompanied by a little patch of chest hair that ran down over his recently rounded out belly to his crotch. Thicker hairy legs and calves and an olive skin tone. Not ugly to say the least but definitely needed to get some cardio in to be “attractive.”

“Fuck, I have got to start getting in shape or my commands gonna have my ass.” “ I wonder if I can still fit into my combat uniform?” He says, as he slaps his gut and watches it bounce back to its round shape. “Maybe I should check out some of these nearby hiking trails and get some exercise.” Not having really any friends he decides to go it alone. The following day he maps out a moderate trail, gets his gear ready and his uniform on and drives about an hour into the country to meet the trail head. Without a parking lot he decides to drop the truck off at a nearby shopping center where he knows no one will bother towing it and walks the rest of the way to the trail.

He starts off eager to sweat and see some nature as the dirt path winds him deeper and deeper into the wooded Forrest. “Damn it is hot today” he says as he reaches for his canteen to replenish the trail map slips out if his backpack and lands on the ground. Christian hasn’t passed a single person which he actually loves and is about an hour into hiking. He reaches a fork and decides to go left noting he’ll be able to find his way back. Another hour goes by and a few more random turns on the trail later Christian decides to trace out where he’s been on the map. “Oh no, oh no, dammit” he says as he frantically searches for the lost map. “ dammit I knew I should have brought a spare or even a satellite phone.” He starts to panic and decides to try and retrace his steps.

Hours go by and the sun is setting, Christian is lost and is getting really worried. Luckily he can start a fire and find some cover for the night in an open area by some fallen trees. He sets up camp and hears his stomach growl, “ ugh I only have a few snacks, first thing in the morning I’m headed dead East to find someone to help me outa hear.”

Morning comes and his hunger deepens. After packing up his campsite he heads toward the sun and bushwacks his way for what seems like miles. “ I’m so so stupid, how could I let this happen, I should ha...” He hears something in the distance, all he can see are trees and sky. “ are those gunshots??” He says, worried. As he gets closer to the sounds he confirms someone is definitely shooting off a rifle, “maybe they’re hunters and they can help me out” he says. He gets his brighter article if clothing out, his red boxers, and waves it in the air to signal he’s no deer or squirrel as he heads closer to the sound. “ HELP, I’ve been lost out here for awhile can you help??” He screams toward the gunfire and it stops. He continues forward to find a small parcel of land, maybe a quarter acre cleared out in the forest and a vintage cabin. “ maybe it’s a vacation cabin for hunting” he says out loud and walks his way up to the front yard, red boxer briefs in hand. “ anyone around?? I’m lost and I could use some help!” From the back of the house comes a deep voice that barks out “ Who’s on my Fuckin property?” Christian screams out in a panic as he eased his way around the corner of the cabin “ please, I’m sorry to trespass but I got lost in the woods and I need to maybe use your phone?”

From around an older shed in the backside of the yard comes a shirtless beef cake of a man. Christians jaw drops as he gawks at the man before his eyes, wielding the rifle he heard earlier. His gawk turns to terror as the business end of the rifle turns its way to Christian and the question is repeated to him, “ I said, who the fuck is on my property?” The man screams in a thick country accent. “My name is Christian and I’m in the Army that’s why I’m dressed like this. Please I got lost hiking and I really need some help. I’m so sorry for trespassing. Please don’t hurt me.” He pleads. “Christian, my name is Billy and I really don’t like company on my land” the big country hunk says as he lowers his weapon. Standing at easily 6’4” and probably 250 pounds of pure manly beef, Christian can hardly believe his eyes. Billy is dirty blonde with a thick beard that’s trimmed up nicely on the neck. Wearing a pair of aged ripped up tight Levi’s and work boots he stares unknowingly at Christian. Under his handsome face sits a big beefy upper body with a dark farmers tan. His not so hairy chest leads down to a big plump beer gut that seems to suspend itself in mid air. The brown leather belt and buckle around his waist seem to stretch as they bow under his proper gut. Standing about 30 feet apart, Christian can’t stop staring at this big meaty man until he hears “ what the hell are you fixing your eyes on me like that for boy?” Christian’s responds, “I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see someone like you living here, or.. never mind I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to startle you.” Billy smirks and starts to walk forward as Christian finishes his sentence, fearing he’s about to be killed by this country boy. Billy gets right up to Christian, looking him up and down to examine his new “guest” and says “you look like you been rollin in mud boy. How the hell did you find me and my land all the way out here in these woods? Never mind, I guess I can fix you up with some water and comfort to talk more about what we goin do with you now.”

Christians eyes go wide as he hears those words. Billy puts his arm around Christians shoulder and slightly forces him toward the front entrance of the older cabin. It looks as though it’s been well maintained considering there’s no driveway or telephone poles in site and all Christian can see as he enters is a large field adjacent to the back yard with several different kinds of crop and a large barn in the distance beyond that. The inside if the home smells like timber and baked bread and is definitely lacking in electronics. Wood burning stove and what looks like vintage furniture all around. As Christian takes in his surroundings he hears billy say“ why don’t you strip down outa those clothes so I can give um a wash and you can refreshen in the washroom toward the back of the house?” With a big menacing smile on his handsome face. “ umm.. I ugh.. I just really need to find my way back home man I-“ Christian is interrupted as billy screams “ ITS SIR IN MY HOUSE, you got me boy?” “ yes sir, I’m so sorry I’m a little uncomfortable I’m just going to go ple-“ as Christian gets up while speaking billy pounces to the door and deadbolts it with a key. Christian gulps hard and they lock eyes as billy says “ well you must be a city boy cause you got no manners now do you? Ya won’t let me wash you up, you won’t call me sir and now you wanna leave before I fill you u- I mean get you a meal? That is just a shame” billy laughs as finishes his rant. Christian is visibly shaken as sweat drips down his neck, he slowly back up and tries to make space between himself and billy but knows that if a fight erupts, he’s not winning. He chooses to stand down and continue pleading with billy to just point him in the right direction but billy, with his fingers rubbing his broad chin just paces the kitchen/ dining room area and seems to think about his next move. Christian finally stops pleading to be released and they lock eyes. Billy’s pale blue eyes look him up and down and he blurts out “ take off that jacket shirt thing covering your mid section.”

Ughhh.. o.. okay?” Christian blurts out as he uncomfortably removes his military cover jacket to reveal his normal uniform. “ now take off the other one too dammit!” Billy demands as he jumps forward at Christian. Christian quickly unbuttons the blouse to reveal his undershirt tucked into his pants. His slightly toned chest and nipples show their outlines through the shirt and as he fully removes his arms, Christians little beer gut spills out for billy to immediately glance at. Christian just stands awkwardly with his head down contemplating the idea of making a run for it. Billy breaks the silence, still shirtless and walk over to billy once again. Almost halfway across the room he orders “ well it looks like you’ve been eating well, Christian.” Billy says in a seductive voice as he closes the gap between the two. Billy reaches out his big weathered hand and pokes Christians gut then pinches it with his thumb in Christians belly button and his index finder under his fat roll directing Christian down onto the seat nearest the stove. Christian, sits reluctantly and cant help but stare into Billy’s round tanned gut which is directly in his face. Billy grabs Christians chin and forces his eyes toward his own. Billy takes a step back and grabs ahold of the belt buckle under his beer gut and unfastens it. Slowly pulling it out through the loops of his skin tight Levi’s. Christian notices the top two buttons are undone already and stares back at billy. “ in this house, we like to eat until we’re full and we ALWAYS finish what’s given to us.” Billy says as he starts to unbutton the rest of his fly buttons one by one. Reaching the last button revealing a thick bush surrounding a throbbing meaty cock, not too big but thick and dripping with pre cum. He pulls his pants half way down, grabs his cock with one hand and slaps his stomach with the other as he arches his back. Christian is aroused but worried and blurts out “ sir, that’s a bit to big for me to swall-“ Billy grabs the back of his head and shoves the cock down his throat. Christian gags but takes it as best as he can. Billy thrusts a few times and is so worked up that after a minute or two he clenches Christians hair with his hands and cums down his throat. “ omg I’m going to drown” Christian thinks has billy won’t let up. He swallows and swallows as fast as he can and finally is able to breathe only to feel half full from what felt like half a gallon of cum being forced into his gut. Billy pulls back, smiles and pulls his pants back up. Billy says calmly “ here’s the thing little guy, I like myself and my men with a healthy appetite and a round pot belly to show it. Now what I plan on doing to you is seeing how quickly I can get you to bust outa that uniform you seem to want to keep on so badly.” As he steps closer to the fearful Christian and places a gentle hand over his plump little gut “ now, I hope you’re hungry, strip down and wash up cause I got supper in the oven and I’ll cook up some extra sides just for you.”

Christian nods agreeably and strips naked to reveal his untrimmed ex jock body to billy. Billy licks his lips and says “ throw the clothes next to the wash room, I’ll take care of them tomorrow. Sit down after you wash up.” “ with what clothes?” Christian responds angrily. “ “none fat boy, I wanna see that belly get nice and plump while you eat.” Christian walks away to wash up thinking “ holy shit, how the fuck did I get into this situation? How do I get out? Why does he want to watch me fatten up? Why did that turn me on?”

“Suppers ready, get ya ass back out here boy.” Billy screams. Christian comes back cleaner than he was and sees a full ham, mashed potatoes, collard greens and gravy along with heaps of baked muffins. “ a-all this for me?” Christian asks nervously. Billy chuckles and says “ I gotta eat too, don’t be selfish.” They sit down and and Christian reluctantly starts to eat realizing he’s actually starving.

It’s pretty much dark again and billy, still with his pants unbuttoned leans back to rub his distended stomach for Christian to see. “ damn, I’m lookin like a pig these days wouldn’t you say Christian?” Christian, still working on his mound of food nods in agreement and feels his dick start to throb at the sight of this hunky man in front of him. Billy notices his stares, gets up and approaches the back of Christian as he eats noticing his boner. He pulls Christians chair out and gets down on his knees. Christian is in awe at the moment. Billy looks at Christian and says “ ya better keeping stuffing that food in as I do this aright?” Christian responds “ yessir” and continues to stuff himself with the country feast. Billy starts at the pecs and puffy nipples, sucking and licking them. Then goes to the small crease under them to tease Christian. He moves to Christians puffy love handles to lightly bite on them and pinch the other side with his fingers. Billy moves down to Christians now distended stomach and starts to tease him. All the while Christians cock is throbbing for attention. Billy continues to tongue his way down as Christian continues to stuff himself. Billy pushes his face into Christians crotch, smelling the musk from the mans loins and wraps his lips around Christians dick eventually deep throating him. Christian exhales in ecstasy as billy works him while pinching and massaging his bloated stomach. Christians finally finishes and cums but is only half way through dinner. Christian sits there amazed and a bit confused as billy gets up, picks up a handful of mashed potatoes and shoves it into Christians mouth. Christians eyes grow wide as he realizes he’s being force fed. He tries to fight billy off and another handful enters his mouth only to feel Billy’s gigantic hands wrap around his wrists and hold them down to continue fattening Christian up. He pleads as handful after handful are forced down his throat and his belly tightens with each swallow. “Fuck, sir I can’t eat much more I’m gonna pop.” Christians belts out inbetween handfuls as the plate in front of him empties. Billy smirks and starts to laugh, “ don’t worry boy, I guarantee you’ll finish all this under my watch, unharmed.” Christians braces for another handful as food scraps tumble down his softened belly, getting stuck in his chest hair and pubes as he is forced to eat and eat until the last bite finally makes its way down into his gorged stomach and his arms are released. “Fuuu-burp, I can bar- ely breathe, I’m so tired.” Billy pats Christians taught belly, lifts him up and carry’s him to a separate room in the house with an old cot and some spare old clothes on the floor. Billy places Christian down on the cot and leaves him to rest. He locks the door behind him and Christian quickly nods off from exhaustion.

The next morning Christians wakes up and finds billy leaning in the doorway. “slept in little guy, we still eat three meals a day no matter when you wake up.” Billy says. “Your uniform is washed. Breakfast is almost ready so get ya ass dressed.” He barks. Christian washes up and arrives at the table to find another massive spread. His military uniform is actually clean considering it was hand washed but he’s FAR from hungry. “ billy, sir, I’m sorry but I’m just so confused and kind of scared. The police and military are gonna come looking for me. I won’t say a word if you just let me go I promise.” Billy turns around, smiles and says “I don’t think they’re gonna recognize you after I’m done with you fat boy. Those pants are looking tighter already.” Cristian responds “sir, I don’t understand why you’re holding me hostage to fatten me up like this?” “ like I said I like my men with some extra meat on their bones, you just happened to have a head start.” Billy says as he walks over to Christian, forces him to sit and puts a heaping plate of food in front of him. “now eat up piggie.” Christian works on the hearty breakfast of mostly carbs and meats until he drops his arms in defeat. Billy sighs and approaches the back of Christians chair again. “I guess I’ll just have to make you eat then.” Billy says as he reaches into a kitchen drawer to retrieve a long rope. Christian panics and tries to get up only to be forcefully seated by Billy’s strong arms. Billy hog toes Christian to the back of the chair, picks up a thick slab of pork and shoves it into Christians mouth. “Ain’t gonna plump you up if you can’t even finish a meal properly.” Billy announces as he continues to bring food to Christians mouth. The rope wrapped around Christians mid section between his chest and stomach grows tighter as he is forced to eat what seems like a pound or two of breakfast food. When he’s done, billy unties his captive and sends him to the small room to rest.

The same routine continues for each meal, it seems Billy enjoys the feeding part so Christian is restrained for every meal and made to eat and eat until billy is satisfied. Sometimes its with clothes on but mostly without. Sometimes if its a lighter meal billy will play around and make Christian suck him off or the opposite. Christians room is small and he is only allowed to use the wash room to bathe and use the restroom when Billy is around so his physical movement is non existent. He tries to do pushups and pass the time with some small exercises but there’s no way to counter act the calories he’s being forced to consume daily. Day in and day out christian is force fed massive amounts of food with little physical activity and the weight is starting to pile on. His stomach is always being stretched bigger and bigger with every meal and it always looks packed full. He doesn’t know his weight anymore but he estimates a good 20 pounds has been added to him if not more. He can feel himself growing fatter by the day. Dinner is Christians favorite because after the stuffing he knows he will get a long break before breakfast and he can read and relax in bed with the stash of books he found in his room. As fucked up as the situation is, Christian starts to form a routine around his captivity. He asks billy if he has any more reading materials so pass the time and billy brings him a plethora of novels and readings from somewhere in the house. Christian knows his only chance of escape is if someone stumbles upon the cabin in search of him. “I should have told someone where I was going,” Christian says to himself as he wonders what will become of him. Christian sits alone most nights and the one thing he really misses is social interaction. “I need to start forming a bond with billy to win him over and maybe I can escape. He wants me to eat big and get fatter so ill just give in, I won’t fight back, ill win him over!” Christian thinks to himself.

The next morning Billy wakes unlocks the door to the small room and finds Christian awake already. He is half naked with his camo pants pulled up over his meatier thighs and looks at billy. “ You’ve really turned me into a hog sir, I’ve been wrestling with these buttons on my pants for a few minutes and I can’t seem to fasten them. My gut is too fat.” Christian says as he slaps both sides of his distended but less full stomach. His Belly giggles slightly in front of billy who’s awe stricken by the sight. “ Damn right, I have fattened you up nice” billy says. Christian can see he’s turning billy on instantly and he milks the occasion. “ so what’s for breakfast big guy?” Christian says as he rubs his belly in circles, enticing Billy. “ I like to see you so eager for a feeding pig, I cooked up a bunch of eggs and a fat slab of ham from the farm. Also got some of those muffins you seem to like so much.” Billy spits out with his southern draw. “Mhmm, well I’m ready to dig in” responds Christian slapping his belly once more for dramatic effect. The two men walk over to the table and Christian sits down with his pants still unfastened, his hairy stomach fills into his lap as he leans over to smell the food in front of him. “ smells delicious sir” Christian says. Before billy can even get the rope, Christian digs in and with force. He alternates between the eggs and the ham, taking a break every now again for milk and a bite of the muffins. “Guess you don’t need to be hog tied if your gonna eat like this, fat boy. If you keep this up your gonna be a porker in no time.” Billy says as he watches Christian devour the meal in front of him and starts to eat his own breakfast as well. Christian finishes quickly but he’s stuffed, his face is red and he’s flushed as all hell. His stomach has expanded a good few inches since he’s started and he leans back in his chair to stretch.

He slaps his round belly for Billy to see and says “ why do you want to fatten me up like this? Are you ever going to let me go?” Christians says as he continues to play with his protruding gut trying to break the ice and get some dialogue going with his captor. Billy looks at him for a moment and continues to eat. A few minutes go by and he says “ Listen fat boy, I’ve spent a lot of years here building this place for this kind of thing. You just happened to walk right on up to me. Seems like fate huh? As soon as I saw you undress me with your eyes I knew your cute ass was the one I wanted. Also I can’t have you runnin off telling anyone important that I’m back here.” Billy explains. “I’m sure you’re curious how long this is gonna go on for but I got BIG plans for you if you know what I mean.” Christian gulps hard and sits quietly. It’s not what Christian wanted to hear but now he knows this might be permanent. Maybe a case of Stockholm’s syndrome will kick in and make it more bearable he thinks. Billy finishes his own breakfast and allows Christian to wash up and use the bathroom. He is locked back in his room as billy goes back to tending the farm.

The days start to blend together as Christian is made to simply eat and get bigger. It has felt like weeks or maybe even a month or two have gone by but Christian has no idea. His once small beer belly has grown into a proper gut that pours into his lap whenever he sits upright almost covering up his cock. It’s round and firm rather then flabby because of the highly caloric, dense meals. His plump love handles wrap around his torso form a perfect ball of a gut that seems to grow wider by the day. The outline of a once relatively fit, athletic body can be seen where his hips are as the V shape is still present but now there is a big ball shaped stomach protruding outward just above. Stretch marks are forming around his armpits and waistline and even his thighs. Christians pecs have softened even more but his constant pushups and pull-ups in his small room along with his ridiculous diet have actually beefed him up around the chest and arms which billy encouraged.

Christian is allowed to shave his face with Billy’s straight razor under supervision and his now trimmed face shows off his fattened features surrounding his already handsome mug. His thighs and ass have gotten larger too as he sits around most of the day. Christian sometimes forgets what he even used to look like as he is stuffed like a pig day in and day out but his relationship with billy has started to turn into an oddly forced romantic affair. Billy refuses to get too close but he is affectionate and loving. “After all, he’s never tried to actually harm harm me” Christian says to himself.

One day as Christian is nearing the end of his room workout he hears the door slam harder than usual. Billy scrambled around outside Christians room and finally opens Christians door. “Just heard a radio message in the barn that they’re looking for a guy that matches your description.” Billy says somewhat frantically. “ I can’t have the law snooping around here and finding you all bound up in the kitchen getting stuffed so I’m going to start filling you up somewhere more secret.” He said with a dirty smirk across his face. “gonna have to fatten you up a little faster too so they don’t recognize ya if they find ya around here, huh?” Christians eyes grow wide as he hears those words. “ sir, I’ve done everything youve said. I’ve been eating on my own and obeying you. I can barely handle the food you serve me now though.” Christian pleads. Billy grabs Christian by the wrist and drags him into a room he’s never been in before. It’s the master of the house that has a huge bed in the center of the room with four big posts on each corner of the bedframe that extend to the ceiling. Billy forces Christian into the room. He goes to retrieve Christians old uniform and throws it at him. “ put it on and button it up fat boy.” Billy demands. “I want to see to it that you burst right out of that thing before I burn the evidence.” Christian stares at the uniform wondering how he’s even going to get the pants halfway up his legs and past his fattened ass. The buttons on the shirt might not even touch with how fat he’s become. “DID I STUTTER PIG? I said PUT THE DAMN UNIFORM ON!” “Ok ok I’ll try sir.” Christian responds.

He waddles his way into the pants and they look painted on. His thick backside and thighs are so much larger then they used to be that there is almost no room left in the pants. The outline of his cock can be seen clearly they’re so tight. He pulls the light green army issued undershirt over his head and yanks it down past his chest and over his round stomach. The fabric around his gut it so tight you can see Christians belly button indent perfectly. He tucks the undershirt into his unbuttoned pants and pulls the button end of the pants toward the button hole on the other end of the waistband. The gap between the two is about 2 inches from each other. Christian breaks a sweat to button the camo army trousers. “What happened to the soldier I met? Seems you put on some weight fat boy?” Billy says as he chuckles watching Christian struggle. After a few minutes Christian fastens the pants button. A sweat stain on his chest and under his pecs let’s billy know it was a endeavor. The pants look like they’re about to rip at the seams and the button is about to burst. Christian puts the button down matching army blouse over his head and wiggles his thickened arms into the holes. He tugs enough to get the shirt around him. Christians arms look beefy as they fill out the sleeves well. He looks down to start at the chest and works his way down, button by button. The first few arnt so bad but the chest is too small now. He reaches the button above the curve of belly and sucks in as hard as he can. He quickly fastens all the buttons, struggling with that second to last one but finishes the job. As Christian exhales he feels like a sausage in a casing. Billy stares in amazement has he takes in the sight. Billy’s force feedings have fattened Christian up, probably adding a good 40-50 pounds to his once ex jock frame at this point. His buttons all look like they’re about to take an eye out.

Christian feels defeated knowing this all started because he wanted to lose weight and got lost hiking in the woods only to find a man that would force feed him to look like he does now. Almost ironic. Billy exits the room sporting a massive hard on, pre cum dripping through his jeans. He returns with a few strands of rope and orders Christian face up on the bed. Christian slowly mounts the bed, trying not to tear through his skin tight uniform. Billy ties his victim up to the posts, limb by limb. He stares down at Christian who helplessly stares back wondering what will happen next. Billy smiles and says “ let’s see how much food we can fit in ya.” Christian knew there would be a feeding but as billy started to bring in plate after plate of carbs and meats and cheeses, Christians eyes grew wider. “He can’t possibly expect me to finish all of this, can he?” Christian thinks to himself. Billy finally brings in a big jug of milk and what looks like massive pumpkin pie. “Aright fat boy, where do you wanna start?” Billy says joyfully. Billy cuts some homemade bread in half and fills it with some homemade meat from the farm and cheeses. Christian gulps hard as he prepares to take the first bite of a sandwich that could feed 3 people. Billy holds the sandwich in front of Christians concerned face and forces his jaw open. “Eat up!” Billy teases as he forces Christian to chomp off a heaping first bite.

Christian swallows and another bite is waiting. Chew by chew, swallow by swallow, billy pushes the massive sandwich down Christians throat. Another sandwich follows and then another, each one getting harder to eat as the stuffing continues. Fresh rolls are shoved into Christians mouth every so often as he struggles to keep up. Billy is amped up by this feeding and Christians stomach starts to stretch but it doesn’t have much room to grow. His military blouse is stretching thin over his growing mid section as he’s forced to swallow more and more food. The holes grow wider between the buttons in the shirt revealing the undershirt he’s wearing as the last sandwich is presented to Christian. As Christians hands and feet are tied to the bed he starts to thrash around and turn his head to deny the food. Billy grabs his jaw and forces a bite into Christians mouth. He swallows a few bites and finally the 2 buttons burst off of the shirt and fly across the room. Christians distended belly surges forward as a sigh of relief escapes his mouth. “Fuckin finally, I thought I was never gonna get to see you undress for me” billy says in a teasing manner. The center or his belly is now bulging from the shirt and billy demands that Christian finish the sandwich. A few more reluctant bites go down and another 2 buttons, burst but with less dramatic effect, resting on his crotch area. “that’s a good pig, keep growing for me fat boy. I want to watch you shred these clothes.” Billy says as he slaps Christians belly and forces the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. Christian moans as he swallows the last bite. “Please sir, I can’t ... eat.. anymore. I’m gonna explode” he pleads.

Billy laughs and brings the jug of milk up to Christians lips. “Couldn’t catch what you said there piggy, drink up.” Billy demands as forces the spout of the milk jug into Christians mouth. The force of Billy pushing the container into his mouth creates a seal. Billy looks devilishly at his captive and slowing squeezes the jug, forcing the rich creamer into Christians mouth and down his throat. Christians arms reach for his face to instinctively shove the man off but again, he is bound like a hog. He thinks to himself “ fuck I’m going to drown, I need to breathe.” Billy lets off but keeps the container in place in Christians mouth. He breathes heavily out of his nostrils for a minute or two and as his breathe returns to normal, Billy slowly starts compressing the jug again. . Gulp by gulp, Christian feels his gut pushing its limits as the last bottom button bursts, revealing Christians round and fattened stomach covered by a painted on undershirt. Billy, sprouting a hard cock through his work jeans, gives Christians belly a soft rub as he examines his work. Christians gorged stomach heaves as he catches his breathe. Billy pokes and slaps his victims belly. “We’ve made some good progress I’d say” Billy says as he leans over and inspects the pants button that should give way any minute now. Christians expanding gut is nearly hanging all the way over his waistband now and the button can barely be seen. “Now we just gotta pop this last button and I think we will be alright. Ready for desert?” Billy says as he reaches for the pie. Christians wiggles and his belly does the same as he trys to free himself with no result. Billy pulls the undershirt over Christians chest to untuck it from his tight pants and waistband revealing a packed balloon. His hairy stomach is stretched tight and it’s glowing with taught skin. Christians belly button is even stretched out and less deep. Shiny red marks appear at the roundest part of his stomach showing just how wide he’s become during this stuffing. His love handles have the formations of stretch marks just from this feeding.

The waistbband of Christians pants folds under his gut as his fat mound spills over into his lap, love handle to love handle, forming a perfectly symmetrical fat boy. From above, Christian is sprawled out with a desperate look in his eyes as he feels himself expanding with no way to stop it. He wonders to himself how much more he can eat before he bursts or throws up. Billy kisses Christians soft pecs and licks the sweat thats dripping down his chest. “Fuck you taste good.” He says as he scoops a big spoonful of pie and holds it up to Christians mouth. Christian whimpers as billy forces the spoon past his lips and into his mouth. Billy puts his hand over Christians mouth and forces him to swallow with each new bite of pie. Christian holds the sweet dessert in his mouth for minutes trying to avoid a blow up. “Don’t worry fat boy, I’m patient. One way or another I’m going to pop that button of your pants,” Billy chuckles out. Christian looks down at his stretched belly and he can barely see his crotch anymore and swallows. Billy places a gentle hand on Christians stomach as he alternates between stuffing Christian with pie and forcing him to drink the fattening creamy milk. Billy feels Christians stomach gurgle and slightly expanding with each gulp or bite that he’s forcing into the helpless man.

A few minutes of this continue and the pie is not finished, a big fat spoon of pie is again presented to Christians lips as he pleads “no more, I’m gonna puke”, as his mouth opens billy shoves the spoonful in and “POP” goes the pants button holding together the two sides of his waistband. Christians belly accommodates the new space and pushes an inch or two forward. He let’s out a large moan and leans his head back. Billy, finally satisfied, stands up and takes in the full view as he chuckles. “God damn fat boy, I never thought I’d get to force feed such a handsome pig enough to burst outa their clothes!” Christian slowly chews the piece of pie as milk and sweat drip onto his meaty chest and he can’t even respond. His head lays back on the bed frame as his arms and legs are still bound. His undershirt is pulled over his pecs and his Blouse is missing every button besides the top one. His pants lay defeated as Christians big round hairy gut rises and falls with each labored breathe. Billy is impressed by his work and slowly approaches Christian’s feet to make his way onto the bed. “Now that those pants are undone I can get to your cock, I guess I’ll finish you off.” Billy whispers as he pulls Christians buttonless pants and underwear down to his thighs and start to kiss Christians hairy legs. Billy works his way up to Christians now rising cock and admires the incredible amount of food he’s forced Christian to eat. He smells Christians musk and sweat as he plays with his manhood. Billy starts off slowly, reaching his hands up to feel Christians gorged stomach and caress his body. He kisses the indent that the tight waistband of the pants has left on Christians underbelly. Billy teases Christians cock and slowly starts to insert it further down his throat until his nose is at the base of his Christians groin. Billy’s forehead rests on Christians bloated gut as he moves up and down, faster and faster. The extreme pain Christian feels in his stomach is now overshadowed by the affection Billy’s showing to his cock. He’s never had someone make him feel so good when they are sucking him off. It’s the best head he’s every felt.

Christian jolts as he climaxes and cums for what seems like an eternity. He looks down at his distended ball gut and see Billy rise, wiping his mouth with a giant smile on his face. “Fucking fat pig likes to get his dick sucked, consider that a treat for destroying your clothes.” Billy says as he gives Christians belly one last slap and walks out of the room. Christians eyes grow so heavy he immediately falls asleep and the day ends for him.

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yourneighborbakugou · 3 years

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A Weeks Adventure (Part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katuski x Reader Warnings: mentions of smut Read Part One Word Count: ~4k A/N: Happy Birthday to our gremlin Bakugou! There’s so much birthday content out right now for Bakugou I can’t wait to read them all! I hope you all enjoy this because lowkey, sis stayed up super late to finish it and my eyes this morning felt like they were going to explode. It’s not perfect but I hope you like it. Thanks for reading 😊

“I will beat you, Bakugou Katsuki.” You take your napkin and tuck it in your shirt and stare into the soul of your husband’s eyes.

“And I will enjoy every second of it.” Your eyes darken as the competitor in you takes over.

“I’d like to see you try.” Bakugou tucks his napkin into his shirt as well, ready for the challenge.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A lady speaks through the intercom. “The competition for the most bowls of spicy tonkotsu ramen eaten in 5 minutes, begins….NOW!”

5 minutes later, the whistle is blown and all competitors raise their hands. You gulp down the soup you’ve held in your cheeks and count your bowels--6. Six bowls, you think you’ve done a good job considering others next to you barely had 5. Turning to Bakugou your eyes widened as you recounted his bowls for a 3rd time--10 bowls!!

Bakugou wipes his lips and if you could swipe the shit eating grin he had right now you would in a heartbeat. So how did you both end up here at an eating competition? Let’s rewind 5 days.

Sunday

The sun rises on Sunday morning brighter than Bakugou remembers. Today was the first day of his week off. Snuggled next to him laid your figure, enclosed inside his arms. He takes a moment to snuggle his nose on your head before pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t already close enough.

“‘Suki, what are you doing?” You chuckle as you felt his hold tighten.

“Should I stop?” He placed a kiss behind your ear.

“Stay. 5 more minutes yeah?” You asked teasingly though you knew what the answer would be.

“How about the whole week?”

You immediately open your eyes, turn to him in disbelief.

“That’s not cool, Bakugou Katuski.” You pout which only makes him laugh. He knew you meant serious business when you called him by his full name.

“Should I call Ei that I’m heading in then?” He perks a brow your way, challenging you to fight him if you felt he was lying.

You both lay in silence for a few seconds as the fact that he had the whole week off sets in. Bakugou knew you were happy when your lips began to slowly curve before a full blown smile emerged. You threw your arms over him in excitement and snuggled your face on his neck.

You wasted no time having your husband all to yourself the entire week. Today you chose to relax at home to binge watch your favorite show and plan activities for the week. Midway through the opening, your mind starts to wander. What exactly would you both do? You had only planned for 2 days of activities.

“Earth to Y/N.” Bakugou flicks your forehead. “You missed half the show, woman. I thought you wanted to watch this?”

You apologize and explain your worries to him. Having him for the entire week, though you’re super happy about it, it feels wrong since you weren’t sure what you both would do with the extra time off.

“You worry too much.” Is all he says before getting up to cook lunch for you both. You sit across the counter creating a list, mumbling like Deku would with his hero analysis, debating about things you both can do. You’ve looked at numerous websites online to get ideas but only a few ideas have really stood out.

Bakugou brings a plate of food over to you and takes a peak at what you’re doing--a fresh piece of paper with a list and a crumbled old note that looks like ideas you had for the 2 days you originally planned for.

You stop writing to take a bite from your husband’s deliciously home cooked meal and Bakugou takes this opportunity to snatch your list to read. Reading down the list, he immediately read the last bullet again to make sure he read it right.

Visit a temple? -- Absolutely

Hiking - No, you do this regularly and you don’t want to be sore

Gym - Absolutely not.

Beach -- A must

Skydiving -- Why pay for this when your husband can do this for free

Food adventure -- Yes!

Picnic -- yes yes yes!

Watch a movie -- plan Z if all else fails

Make babies

You’ve been happily married for 3 years and the talk of having children comes from time to time. You both agreed that until you’re both ready, the other won’t push for it.

He slowly moves the paper away from his face and you ready yourself with a big smile. This was one of the many surprises you had for him. You were ready to be the mother to his children.

Seeing your expression he understood. His heart exploded at your confession and for a second, you swore you saw tears form in his beautiful red eyes, eyes you can’t wait for your children to have.

“That’s not cool, Bakugou Y/N.” He teased with your famous line earlier that morning.

Monday

Locking the front door to your home, you excitedly walk over to your car where Bakugou was already in the front seat, ready to go. Opening the passenger door, you take a seat and the smile you carried from the front door to your car doesn’t cease.

“Ready?” He placed his hand on your thigh.

“Ready.” You hold his hand in yours and the excitement for the next few days of what you both planned was now in motion.

First stop? Visiting a temple for offerings and prayers.

The temple wasn’t crowded, thankfully. You drag Bakugou along, buying food from the stalls nearby for breakfast--everything from sweet to savory. You take a bit into your fresh taiyaki and hum in approval. Bakugou steals a bite from your taiyaki before nodding in agreement and walking away.

“Hey, you thief!” You trail behind him laughing.

With a full stomach, you head to the temizuya (water pavilion) for cleansing. Together, you both gently toss a coin into the saisen-bako (offertory box) before making your way to the bell on the haiden to make your prayer. You bow twice to greet the kami-sama (deities), then clap twice to show appreciation, and end with a silent prayer. On cue, you both do your last departing bow.

The air after prayer always gets you. It was a strange, calm feeling. What did you pray for? You both thought. Bakugou wears a faint smile as he holds your hand firmly in his. Hand in hand, you descend the temple.

With the sun setting in the distance, and the drive to your destination being a few hours away, you let yourself slowly drift to sleep.

Tuesday - Birthday Boy

Today was the big day -- Bakugou’s birthday. Day 1 of your 2 day plan for your husband--watch the sunrise, picnic, make babies.

Your face warms at the thought of the last activity. Stepping out of the bathroom, you watch Bakugou lay in bed shirtless. Yeah, you were so ready for the last activity.

Bakugou stirs awake when a familiar figure lowers onto him. His instinctively holds you by your hips and gives you a gentle squeeze. You pepper his face with kisses which cause him to smile.

“You’re up early.” He speaks in his morning voice--deep and so, so hot.

“We have to leave soon before we miss the sunrise.” You give him one last kiss on his cheek.

Bakugou opens an eye to look up at your figure. You’re already all dressed and ready to go. With the warm weather this week, even the early morning couldn’t escape the heat. It’s not a surprise to him that you opted for a tank and shorts.

When you feel the tint in his boxers you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Suki, no.” You protest, ready to get off him but his firm grip on you doesn’t allow you to.

“Birthday boy calls the shots.” In an instant, he has you flipped and on your back. “And I say the sunrise I want to see is right here.”

He’s fingers dance on your waist, kissing you by your ear, making his way back to your lips. Your resolve crumbles as he takes the lead. With your consent, he helps you out of your clothes and the desire in him fuels him to love every inch of your body. Bakugou made sweet love to you as the sun rose in the distance.

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“What a beautiful day, don’t you think?” You raise your arms, soaking in the sun. You pack the baskets and blankets into the trunk of the car in a hurry.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” Bakugou walks out towards you putting in his orange tee.

You’re too busy admiring your husband to let the annoyance in his tone bother you.

“If you keep looking at me like that we might not go anywhere today, sweetheart. Unless…” Bakugou lowers himself to you and stops a breath away.

You want to protest so bad but god, he looked so good and when you really think about how lucky you are to be his wife you can’t help but feel so much pride. You had the Bakugou Katsuki, aka Pro Hero Dynamight.

You were his Bakugou Y/N.

You knew he was teasing by stopping a mere breath away. Getting another kiss wouldn’t be so bad. You leaned in fast to steal a kiss. But not fast enough. Bakugou anticipated your steal.

“Didn’t you say we were going to be late?” He leans back and walks past you.

You’re left feeling embarrassed that he caught on. Even after all these years, you still get butterflies like the first day you met.

The drive to the cliff you wanted to have a picnic at was not far. Better yet, you both had the place to yourselves.

“Wear these.” You hand your husband a black silk eye mask who was leaning on the driver side door.

“It’ll only be for a minute, I promise.” You add, feeling the protest in his eyes.

“Fine.” He says before he pulls the mask over his eyes and you get to work.

Bakugou is focused on your movements since it’s the only thing ensuring him that you were okay. He hears your footsteps go to the trunk before hearing the trunk open. The car gently shakes as you remove something you’ve packed in the morning.

Last night, he woke up sometime after midnight when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. Leaning against the bedroom door, he did his best to hide in the shadow of the darkness as he watched you prepare for today.

All his life he’s always wondered if he was worthy of anyone’s love. He was grumpy, loud and brash and you were anything but that. He’s never wished time would stop until he met you--your gorgeous E/C eyes that twinkles in the light, beautiful smile that made his heart beat faster, and when you call him by his name he swears he can’t breath.

Watching you from afar prepare what seems to be lunch, he’s reminded how special you are to him. Bakugou retreats from the door and back to bed to let you finish the surprise he knows you worked so hard to prepare.

It’s been a few minutes since he’s heard you return to the car. He calls out to you but hears nothing.

“Y/N!” He calls one more time. He doesn’t let another second pass after you don’t respond. Removing the mask and looking around, his eyes adjust to the blinding light.

When the blinding light begins to color the world around him, the first thing he spots in the distance is you. You’re standing in front of a blanket with food all around and holding a cake with a sparkling candle.

Bakugou is yet again, mesmerized by your spirit and love. He smiles making his way to you before stopping a few feet away.

“Matcha flavored with whipped cream, just the way you like.”

The candle fizzle out and the words you’ve written on the cake are now visible.

To The Love of My Life.

“Happy Birthday, Katsuki.” You say, grabbing his attention. “May this year bless you with good health and fortune.”

“I wish the world would stop for a second to let me appreciate you more.” Bakugou lowers his forehead to meet yours. A gentle kiss seals the birthday wish.

The next few hours were spent basking in each other's company away from the city noise. With only a few hours left til sunset, you both head back home.. You still had one more gift for him.

Bakugou opens the sliding door in your shared bedroom to allow the ocean breeze in. He takes a seat on the sofa outside and waits for you to join him.

“Hey.” You called out to him shly. When Bakugou turns to see you, he’s breathless.

You wore a black and green bustier, matching black lace panties and to finish the look, an orange gartier. Bakugou loved seeing you in his colors.

“Do you like it?” Though Bakugou has seen you bare many times, the intensity of his eyes still makes you feel shy.

The tightness in his sweatpants further grows and the uncomfortable mess you got him in makes his growl. Bakugou motions you to walk over to him with two fingers, tapping his lap for where you need to sit. You follow his command and take a seat on his lap. His bulge teases you as he adjusts himself lower on the sofa. All day, he’s been a tease. But here in the bedroom, you know how to make him crumble just as much.

“You know, they say men’s testosterone level increases at this hour.” You lower yourself to meet his lips. “Increasing the chances of pregnancy.”

Bakugou growls in heat, hands finding its home on your hips, digging into your flesh to hold you still as he tries to release some pressure from his groin.

“Daddy Bakugou.” You say in the sexiest way he’s ever heard you say. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think so ‘Suki?”

Bakugou leans forward to kiss you but just as he teased you this morning, you do the same. You pull back before he can find any pleasure from your lips.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bakugou is growing frustrated at your teasing. With his strength and build, he can easily overpower you; but something about you taking the lead makes you so fucking sexy right now. He’s so turned on.

You can’t deny that you are turned on right now either. The show you’ve put on so far took so much courage you were afraid you weren’t going to get through the first line. With the heat intensifying within, you can’t hold much longer either.

Crossing your arms behind Bakugou’s neck, you cradle your face to his.

“Please give me a baby, Katsuki.”

Wednesday

“Ten more minutes of stomping folks. Your very own wine bottle from grapes you harvested and aroma’s you selected are minutes away from completion.” The wine instructor announces to the group.

You can’t stop laughing at Bakugou’s expression as your feet stomp the purple grapes below into liquid. The thought of drinking the liquid afterwards horrifies Bakugou even more. The instructor had explained that the delicate balance of the acid, sugar and alcohol that is added to each batch means human pathogens can’t survive. You’re more likely to be stung by a bee than for your wine to taste like feet the instructor explained.

“Congratulations! You’ve just made a one-of-a-kind wine. What would you like to name your wine?”

“Y/Nsuki” You both say at the same time, a nickname you’ve received from your friends.

The worker processes the label and sticks it on 3 wine bottles. It’ll take 2-3 weeks before you can actually consume it but it’ll be worth the wait. Before heading out, you purchase another bottle of the favorite wine you both had that day for an evening drink.

“My feet feel weird.” Bakugou complains on the ride home. “I can’t believe you made us do that.”

“I thought it was rather fun making our own wine.” You snuggle the wine on your lap closer. Today was a success! The last two days were everything you planned it to be and Bakugou seemed to have enjoyed it as well.

It’s now half way through the week which means your getaway was almost over. Getting home, you and Bakugou climb into the outdoor sofa to enjoy the sunset yet again. With a glass of wine in hand, you reminisce about the past.

“Do you still remember when we met?”

“Of course.”

“Remember when you asked me out?”

“Is this a test or something?” He arched a brow.

“Remember what you said to me?”

“It’s always been you.” He looks over his shoulder, reciting the memory to you.

“And I will choose you everyday.” You respond, reciting the rest of the memory.

The wine makes its way to your head and your feeling confident in your drunken state. Leaning an arm on the cushion, you face Bakugou who takes another sip of wine.

“Remember when I challenged you to the Bamboo challenge?” you chuckled drunkenly. “And then you kissed me? I was so shocked. I think it was that moment I fell stupid hard for you.”

Bakugou was about to take a sip before you made your confession. You’ve never told him this before.

“It felt like yesterday when you proposed to me. I am the luckiest woman alive to be able to say the strongest, sexiest, and most powerful hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is my husband.” You giggle, only to fall forward more than intended. Bakugou catches you before lifting your body to snuggle on him.

“See, I knew my strong sexy husband will catch me.” The alcohol pushes your eyelids shut and the strength to fight against it was no more. “‘M lay r’e hr” You mumbled incoherently as sleep took over.

The sun had finally set and the only noise left was the crashing of the waves on shore. For the fourth time this week, Baugou wished he could freeze time to appreciate you longer.

Thursday

“The goal is to go shop for things that remind us of each other. We both have 30 minutes each to shop.” You explained to your husband who is more than thrilled for a challenge he knew he was going to win easily.

An hour later you both are back at your home sitting across each other on the kitchen island.

“Ready?” You both grab onto item #1 hidden underneath you.

“Something that is their favorite color. 3...2...1!”

You place orange socks on the island while Bakugou pulls a F/C mug out.

“A favorite snack 3...2...1!”

You pull a bag of wasabi flavored chips and Bakugou pulls out a box of cookies-n-cream pocky sticks.

“A favorite drink 3...2...1!”

You both place a pack of yakult on the kitchen island. Bakugou is the first to chuckle. Seeing that you both knew to buy yakult, you drink one to celebrate.

“Something they want 3...2...1!”

You pull out a red All-Might knock off tee and Bakugou pulls out a card shaped like a coupon. Inside the card read: Baku Coupon: Good for one request

“Only one?” You protest.

“Yeah so choose wisely, princess.” Bakugou gives you a wink as he tries on the tee (he likes it but won't admit it).

You set aside the card to reveal the last item in the challenge.

“Something they need 3...2...1!”

You pull out a bag of assorted candy and Bakugou pulls out a box of condoms.

What?! You laughed grabbing the box of condoms. Bakugou unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth. You’re always teasing him that he needed more sweets in his life and he plans to add more than just sweets.

His suggestive actions stirs naughty thoughts of what you could be sucking right now. Bakugou catches the lust in your eyes and grins. The condoms he bought were meant to be a message. You looked away in a feeble attempt to hide the dirty thoughts you were just having about your husband.

Friday

It was your last day at your coastal home before an early ride home tomorrow. Taking a stroll down the beach to relax, the commotion at the nearby hotel catches your attention and you’re pulling Bakugou along to check out what was going on. The banner hung above the balcony read “Spicy Tonkotsu Ramen Challenge”.

“I will beat you, Bakugou Katuski.” You take your napkin and tuck it in your shirt and stare into the soul of your husband’s eyes.

“And I will enjoy every second of it.” Your eyes darken as the competitor in you takes over. You’ve volunteered for both of you to play since the event was free.

“I’d like to see you try.” Bakugou tucks his napkin into his shirt as well, ready for the challenge.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A lady speaks through the intercom. “The competition for the most bowls of spicy tonkotsu ramen eaten in 5 minutes, begins….NOW!”

Bakugou wipes his lips and if you could swipe the shit eating grin he had right now you would in a heartbeat.

“We have a winner!” The MC raises Bakugou’s arm and the crowd cheers him on. “It’s been an honor hosting you Dynamight.”

The crowd gathers to take photos with your husband and though he was not a man who enjoys fan service, winning a competition boosted his ego. You watched as he timidly posed for photos before eventually returning to the grumpy man you loved. He stalks over to you and grabs you by the waist.

“Let’s go home.”

With a full stomach, it was no surprise you both took an afternoon nap.

Waking in your slumber, the moonlight shines through your bedroom and onto your husband’s face. You lay motionless to appreciate your husband before your getaway ends tomorrow. Bakugou stirs from his sleep and opens his eyes to see you’ve already awakened. He shifts to move closer to you, arm around your waist.

“Hi, beautiful.” He gives the softest smile, ones he saves only for you to see behind closed doors. Your heart is beating fast at the butterflies inside you.

“I’ve been thinking.” You returned a smile. “I want to cash in my coupon.”

Bakugou nods, prepared to do anything for you. You want him to take another week off? Done. Make love to you into the night? Done. Make food for you to eat? Done.

“Love me forever.”

Bakugou wasn’t expecting you to request this but he can’t say he’s surprised either. You always chose him, day-after-day, night-after-night. Even on days he didn’t deserve it. To spend the rest of his life loving you was more than what he can ask for.

“Til the day I die.” he says before crashing his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. The embers only grow within as your bodies mold together to match the desire in your eyes.

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bubbyleh · 4 years

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like real people do

It's not often that Dr. Bubby finds himself at a loss for knowledge.

As the perfect scientist, he has basically all the information he would ever need inside of Black Mesa. He knew the purpose of every lab, all the equations they used, a complete layout of the Black Mesa facility... It had all been programmed into his mind sometime during his development, though files from that time were something Bubby was explicitly denied access to.

So, for the first few years of his life, Bubby was incredibly well-versed in all things Black Mesa. As time went on, he picked up things about the outside world. At first it was small things, like a song or a location. But completely by chance, a scientist turned the corner from the break room too fast and ran directly into Bubby, spilling his soda all over him.

"What the hell!?" Bubby had fumed, staring down as his drenched shirt. "Watch where you're going!"

"Oh, goodness! I do apologize for that!" the other scientist stammered. "Let me go get you some napkins!"

Looking up, Bubby was struck by the man before him. He was nowhere near as tall as Bubby (who was?), but there was obvious muscle under his lab coat, and those eyes... they looked so kind. Though he didn't realize it at the time, Bubby would look back and realize the thing he felt was attraction.

He was back in the break room before Bubby could react, but true to his word, he did bring napkins with him on his return.

That was how Bubby met Dr. Coomer.

Coomer had offered to front the quarter Bubby would need for the washing machine in the Black Mesa dorms, which Bubby took as an opportunity to have all of his clothes laundered at no cost to himself. Coomer had laughed at this, and Bubby couldn't explain the surging feeling in his chest when he did. He also couldn't explain why he kept talking to Coomer, regaling him with stories that made him seem intelligent! Bubby sat on one of the unused washing machines, which Coomer was leaning onto. They only realized the passing time when the machine beeped, signalling that Bubby’s clothes were clean.

At that point, Bubby's heart had dropped. He shoved his clothes into a dryer, started it, and left with only a flimsy excuse.

They weren't happy about that one. But Coomer and Bubby kept finding excuses to skip out on work to hang with each other, so eventually they were made lab partners.

Coomer would never hesitate to share information about the surface with Bubby. During their early mornings, while they drank their coffee, Coomer would recite verbatim (as best Bubby could tell) the happenings in his favorite movies and television shows. He liked following along to the dramas Coomer would tell him about, to the point where he could hold his own in a discussion without ever having seen an episode.

It was, after all, its own form of knowledge. And like all knowledge, Bubby reveled in it.

Which is why, fifty-some odd years later, Bubby is completely out of his depth.

Bubby’s been out—free, he’s been free—for a week. Sure, he wasn’t expecting his first experience in the real world to be at Chuck E. Cheese’s, but he wasn’t complaining. Because there was something so normal about eating subpar pizza at your friend’s birthday party, Bubby was fine enough that it wasn’t “special” in any way.

But sitting across from Dr. Coomer, Bubby realized something.

They’d been together for the better part of four decades, and they had never even been on a real date before.

Which Bubby thinks is justified, all things considered! It’s not like he was allowed to leave Black Mesa property, and underground research facilities aren’t exactly known for their nice eateries. What were they supposed to do, just ask the administration if their super secret lab-grown power man could leave for a night only because he wanted to have dinner somewhere?! That would just be asking for the tube.

It’s not like they didn’t make do, though! There had been quite a few occasions where, during a late night, Coomer had snuck down a bottle of wine for the two of them to share. Bubby would push down the stinging shame he felt every time, because Coomer deserved someone he could go out with. But for some unimaginable reason, he had chosen Bubby.

So, a week after their escape from Black Mesa, Bubby does research. He finds as much media as he can about dates, mostly coming back with romcoms. He read articles and blogs online about how to have the perfect first date. A lot of these guidelines seem to make assumptions about how well people on dates knew each other. But, well, if it’s what you’re supposed to do…

It takes about two days of doing nothing but binging romcoms, but eventually Bubby decides that his notes are satisfactory. He’s managed to narrow down what he calls the Expected Questions, or, the questions that are apparently required on a date. And Coomer has to know about them, because, hello? He’s been through this all before. The man’s been married before, Jesus.

And then there’s Bubby. He’s gonna mess this all up, isn’t he?

The thought of that almost makes him snap his note-taking pencil.

Around hour forty-three, Coomer pops his head into the room Bubby has tentatively claimed as his study (he’s not used to being able to claim rooms, let alone ones as frivolous as a study). He looks worried.

“Bubby, dear,” Coomer says, his tone wavering a little. “I’m all for the advancement of scientific research, or whatever it is you’re doing.” Right. Coomer can’t know what’s going on in here. “But, perhaps you would like to come down and eat? It’s almost time for lunch.”

Oh. Lunch. And food in general. That thing people need to eat in order to live. Bubby hasn’t eaten since around hour thirty-one, when he snuck some yogurt from their kitchen. Yeah, he could eat.

“Uh, okay. Sure,” Bubby stands, trying to ignore the dizzy feeling. He’s not used to having so much free time, apparently, since he’s forgetting to eat.

Which, hey, another thing. It seems a little stupid, but Bubby thinks their whole relationship is going in the wrong order. Like, they haven’t even been on an actual first date yet, but they’re already living together? But in another sense, they’ve been together for thirty-six years, and they’re only now moving in with each other? In all the romcoms Bubby just watched, there wasn’t anything remotely close to that.

So maybe they’re doomed already?

It’s something Bubby thinks about while he eats the wonderful grilled cheese that Coomer prepared for him. Seeing the way that Coomer looks at him, though, smiling brighter than the sun felt the first time Bubby ever stepped foot outside… Well, Bubby can’t help but want to try anyway.

♡♡♡♡♡

It takes three more days for Bubby to work up the courage to actually ask Coomer to go out. Which is the dumbest thing ever, but hey! This is a big deal for him!

They’re spread out on the couch watching Rocky II, which was Coomer’s suggestion. Bubby is honestly sick of watching movies, but he’s not about to admit to what he was getting up to during his over forty-hour research binge. Besides, he gets to lay down in Coomer’s lap, which is nice.

This is another example of their relationship being completely out of order, but Bubby chooses not to think about it.

“You know what I was thinking?” Bubby asks during a lull in the action.

Coomer gives him a wry smile. “When aren’t you thinking, professor? I swear, that head of yours must go a mile a minute.”

“Doctor,” Bubby corrects automatically. “But really.”

“Okay then, Professor Bubby,” Coomer chuckles to himself. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know who Professor Bubby is, but Doctor Bubby was thinking we should go out to dinner sometime. Like somewhere fancy.”

Coomer hums. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. I've always wished we could go someplace nice together.”

"Well, they do say great minds think alike," Bubby smirks.

"But fools rarely differ," Coomer presses a kiss to Bubby's forehead. "You make me feel like a lovesick fool, did you know that?"

Oh!

"You old sap!" Bubby laughs at Coomer. But he pulls him down to kiss him anyway.

♡♡♡♡♡

Coomer catches Bubby staring at himself in the mirror just before they head out. It's the suit, really. It made sense to buy, after all, going to an upscale restaurant kind of requires one. But actually wearing it, is…

It's jarring. It's like everything he never thought he'd be.

"Are you alright, Bubby?" Coomer asks him. "You know I don't care if you dress nice tonight. You could wear one of your turtlenecks if you'd like."

Bubby shakes his head. "Harold, I absolutely love this suit."

♡♡♡♡♡

Bubby does certain things to prepare for their date. Nothing too drastic, no. He's not going to have, like, Tommy or someone feed him lines from an earpiece or anything like that. No, all Bubby does is script out everything he's going to say for the entire date. God, it's such a simple and ordinary thing to do! Okay!?

So they sit across from one another, at a candlelit table next to a window. It's romantic, more romantic than anything they ever did at Black Mesa. Which isn't saying much, but truly, Bubby can't complain.

"This is a fine establishment, Harold," Bubby notes, keeping on script. "How did you find this place?"

"Well, you see, my dear Bubby," Coomer starts but god, the word "dear" alone is making Bubby want to burn the whole restaurant down as a symbol for his love. "I used the internet! It’s quite a useful tool, don't you think?"

Ah, a question! Luckily, Bubby has accounted for just this situation, and the tactic is not something he’s unfamiliar with. “I’ve found it to be helpful, yes.”

The good old agree card. Works every time.

But! Bubby needs to get back on track. This is a very important date, and Bubby can’t just let himself forget that! Time for the most basic of lines.

“So, Harold,” Bubby finds himself saying after they’ve ordered. “How was your day?”

Nice. Good. Perfect. Amazingly spectacular.

Coomer laughs. “We were both home all day, Bubby. You tell me!”

Right shit damn it a garbage fire.

“Fuck,” Bubby says before he can stop himself. And when he realizes that he let that slip, he lets his head fall into his hands and groans. “I’m fucking this all up, aren’t I?”

“Er, Bubby dear, are you alright?” Bubby feels Coomer grab onto one of his arms. “Is… is this too much for you? Drat, I knew we should have worked up to this. We could go home, if you’d like.”

Bubby’s head shoots up. “No!” he says, forcing the word out as fast as he can. He takes a deep breath, then grabs Coomer’s hand. “No, I’m fine. I want to be here.”

“Then what is it?” Coomer asks, and damn it, he’s not supposed to be worried! Nobody is supposed to be worried for Bubby, not like this! He’s used to the medical kind of worry, where the other party’s concern was more for their career than Bubby himself, always talking about him like he couldn’t hear, ignoring his presence except for when they needed him. But Coomer…

Coomer was never like that. Even when he found out about the tube, and the prototypes, and the medical evals and everything… Coomer still loved him. Which meant the world to Bubby, who, for his whole life, thought himself unlovable. And when Coomer looked at him, he didn’t see something immoral that shouldn’t exist, or something that needs to succeed, lest it be cast out like the others, he just saw Bubby.

Bubby loves him. And he thinks he can afford to be a little less than a genius around Coomer.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Bubby admits, and damn it, why is the world suddenly blurry? He’s wearing his glasses and-

Oh.

Bubby realizes that he’s crying.

“Sorry, fuck,” Bubby chokes back a sob. Coomer squeezes his hand. He’s talking through his other hand, which is covering his entire lower face. “I’m not… Shit, I didn’t think it would go like this. I don’t know how to do a… date. I wasn’t supposed to do stuff like that, so they never programmed it into my head but… I just want to do normal person things like go on dates with you.”

“Normal?” Coomer remarks, and Bubby can see he’s trying very hard not to laugh.

“Oh no, go ahead,” Bubby still manages to be snarky even while he’s breaking down. “Please make fun of me while I’m crying and being emotionally honest. It really helps.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Coomer at least has the decency to look apologetic. He reaches to hold Bubby’s other hand as well, which he is so graciously allowed. “It’s just… did you think I would be with you if I wanted normal?”

Bubby is taken aback.

Huh.

“I… suppose you’re right,” Bubby admits, and he can feel the worst of his feelings going away. It feels a little empty now, without it. “I do still want to try this date, though.”

The look Coomer gives Bubby is so wholesome and accepting that Bubby believes for a moment that he’s died and this is the face of an angel. It’s so powerful that he actually manages to forget, if heaven and hell are real, then he definitely isn’t going to heaven.

Coomer is happy to immediately launch into explanation mode. “Well, first things first, for a date, you should begin by talking.”

Bubby can’t help but smile at the man he loves. “Talking,” he repeats.

“Yes,” Coomer nods at him. “Tell me, Bubby. What do you want to talk about tonight?”

♡♡♡♡♡

It’s in the parking lot after their meal that Bubby comes to his conclusion about dating.

“I don’t see what the big deal about that was!” he rants as he and Coomer get into the car. “We could have done that at home! All the movies and stuff hyped it up.”

Coomer, thankfully, ignores his comment about movies. “Well maybe next time, we can just make some good food at home.”

Bubby rolls his eyes. “And who is going to make all that food? I don’t remember you being a chef, Harold.”

Coomer just beams at him. “We’ll order some takeout! What do you think? Perhaps next time we will order some Chinese food!”

This is the man he’s in love with, and Bubby smiles to himself. Chinese food sounds nice.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #dr coomer #dr bubby #hlvrai boomer #my writing #like real people do

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theluckyyyoneee · 4 years

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holiday magic

pairing: Baekhyun x reader

genre: fluff

word Count: 2.99k

not my gif^

“How can you hate Valentine’s Day?!”

Rolling your eyes, you slammed your locker shut with more force than necessary, gripping your textbooks tighter in your arms as you huffed out an annoyed sigh as you repeated to your best friend for the nth time.

“It’s not like I hate Valentines Day, okay? I just...” you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders as your unfortunate eyes were met by pink. A scowl adorned your lips as you eyed the paper hearts and the annual special event dance posters covering every available inch of the hallways. “I just don’t see the appeal.”

His expression conveyed adorable shock and confusion. “What do you mean you don’t see the appeal? It’s a day where you get handfuls and handfuls of free candy and gifts!” His face now expressed childlike wonderment, spreading his arms wide and his head tilted back in what you assumed was excitement or contentment.

Irritation surged through you at his words. “Yeah, maybe for you.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you recalled all the Valentine’s Day’s from years prior leading up to this upcoming one.

“Y/N, Y/N, look! Look at all the stuff I found in my locker!”

“I gave like half of my gifts away, look how much stuff I have left!”

“You didn’t get anything? Well don’t worry, I have more than enough to share with you!”

Pushing the doors that led to the sweet freedom that was the outside, you escaped from the prison that was school and carefully made your way down the stairs with Baekhyun right beside you. “You always get candy and bears and cards, I’m sure you’d love it if Valentine’s Day was everyday.” You grumbled, the familiar jealousy enveloping your form, what kind of jealous you were currently feeling you weren’t sure of yet.

Suddenly surging towards you, he threw his arm around your shoulders and squeezed all the while teasing, “Aw, is that why you hate it? Cause you don’t get any letters or chocolates that come in a heart package?” His lips were in that signature pout, his eyes wide and you sneered at him, pushing him away.

“You know I don’t even like chocolate.” You retorted, trying your best to not let his close proximity get to you, willing yourself not to become a stuttering mess, even when your brain was having difficulty forming simple words.

Sticking out his tongue, he jumped the last three steps and blocked you from moving forward. “Whatever. This year, I will convince you that Valentine’s Day is by far the most superior holiday there is.”

“Hmm, I think the best holiday is Halloween,” you argued, side stepping his form to continue the short walk to your house.

“Both involve candy, only your favorite holiday involves unnecessary horror and annual pranks!” He argued, using his slender fingers to count the atrocities that was your preferred holiday. “Which I don’t understand how you like by the way,” he added with usual sass which you didn’t acknowledge, as usual. “you willingly sit through watching something you know will scare you.”

Huffing out a sigh, your house came into sight and you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips at his words and the slight whine in his tone. You shrugged your shoulders as a nonverbal answer to his question. “It helps me sleep at night.”

Expression bordering along distraught and fearful, he created some space between the two of you to which you playfully shoved him as he continued to walk straight when you turned into your driveway, his house right next to yours. You heard his next words loud and clear.

“I will convince you that Valentine’s Day is the superior holiday!”

To which you uttered an unimpressed hum and waved your hand in his direction as you entered your home, shaking off the residual cold from outside as your body accustomed to the warmer temperature in your house. Dumping your unnecessarily heavy books on the counter, you raided your fridge, not taking Baekhyun’s words seriously.

You were never a huge romantic, never felt any envy or longing when spotting a couple nearby lock arms and exchange cheesy words to one another. It’s been ages since you’ve had the interest of dating anyone, and while all your friends all had their special one’s to spend the damned ridiculous holiday, you were content to spend the night at home, binge watching some of your favorite horror flicks.

Of course, none of that happened.

Reason: As If You Don’t Already Know

Friday, February 14th.

You awoke like every other school day, with a groan you silenced your alarm and battled with your motionless limbs, willing your hands to grasp the edge of the covers and sit up to start the day.

From: Byun [7:19 AM] can’t walk w u to school today

A slight frown adorning your face, you shrugged on your coat and braced yourself for the harsh wind of the early morning. Something felt off, you just didn’t know what it was or why you felt that way. Sticking your earbuds in your ears, you shrugged and brushed the feeling off as best as you could. It wasn’t as if you two had to walk together every day anyway.

You had forgotten the date until you had double checked the date on your phone and you still had seen no sign of Baekhyun and you wondered if he had also forgotten, or had just given up trying to convince you of the ‘superior holiday’.

Entering your first class with a smug grin on your lips, the few students who were already present eyed you strangely the whole way, you sat down quite happily and put your backpack on the floor besides you, taking out the necessary materials when you felt something stuck to the underside of your desk on the back of your hand.

You recoiled and hoped it wasn’t dried gum or anything of the sort and leaned to the side and down to identify the mysterious object and instead was completely puzzled at the strange sight of your favorite candy taped to the dull metal attached with a folded up note. You knew instantly who was responsible.

Byun Baekhyun.

So he hadn’t forgotten or given up after all like you had hoped, you pouted as you slowly opened the folded notebook paper, heartbeat increasing as you pondered what could be written on it.

i don’t know why you like [candy name] so much, when you know i’m sweeter

You eyed the note for a longer time than you would like to admit, and when you snapped out of your daze, you immediately folded the offending piece of paper back up and shoved it into the back pocket of your jeans, wondering why you were so warm all of a sudden, cursing yourself at the bitter taste in your mouth as you wondered if Baekhyun would use a similar line to another girl once this was all over.

You rolled your eyes as you popped a piece of the candy into your mouth.

So this was his tactic. To sweeten you up with your favorite candies and flirty little notes. Well.... that was just unfair. Not to mention very creative, note the sarcasm.

Every class you would find your favorite candies used against you taped to the underside of the desks with cheesy and absurd lines that made you go red in the face. You wondered when he even had time to do all this, you hadn’t seen him all day, not even at lunch and you were sort of grateful for that.

sorry i’m such an airhead sometimes, i get lost in thoughts of you

you’re hotter than these hot tamales

wish i could give you these kisses in person

he knew you didn’t like chocolate, you just didn’t think he was able to resist the obvious pun

You didn’t think you could look him straight in the eyes after reading his lame attempt at romantic poetry, even if you found it the tiniest tiniest bit cute. You sat with your other friends and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing, not wanting them to tease you about your obvious (you were the only one oblivious to it) crush.

Until he switched it up the last period of the day. You entered the classroom leisurely, totally not speed walking to see what awaited you next, and immediately reached down under the desk, only to feel nothing but the cool metal.

Slight disappointment filled you and you tried your hardest to shake it off.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself silently, all he’s done is write some lines he probably looked up on the internet and here you are where he wants you, hooked and awaiting for the next thing to happen.

Well, this was rigged from the start. Who wouldn’t be happy receiving gifts of free candy, all from an attractive boy at that. You sighed in defeat, when he was right, he was right. You grimaced as you could just imagine his damn smug grin as he danced around you and sang “I told you so~” a billion times. You were doing your best to imitate what you were sure what his face would look like when a soft voice interrupted.

“Excuse me?” A light tap on your shoulder made you jump out of your embarrassing thoughts to find your classmate who sat behind you with the most beautiful bouquet you had ever seen in person. She blinked a few times and slowly offered them to you.

You two had never really spoken before, as she was obviously a very shy person and you, who wanted to respect her privacy, you eyed her and the flowers strangely before gently taking them out from her grasp with an awkward smile.

“Baekhyun asked me to give them to you when you got here...” she whispered with a small smile on her face and you were too shocked to say anything in return before she quietly added before returning to her book, “I think you two look good together.”

You were shaking your head furiously but of course, she wasn’t paying attention to you anymore now that she had done what was asked of her and you ignored the oohs of your classmates as class started, your eyes drifting to the vibrant colors of the flowers multiple times when you were supposed to be writing down notes.

Your thoughts were instead filled with visions of a boy who you had known all your life, who had a smile and attitude brighter than the sun in the sky and a heart of gold, no matter how much he infuriated you and teased you. The thought of him picking this bouquet with your favorite flowers made your heart flutter in your chest.

You had thought it was over.

The magic had worn off and you were never going to receive such sweet and special treatment from the person who had always just been your best friend who now, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to be just that anymore.

School had ended with the ringing of the final bell and you were aching to see him, usually he’d be annoying you at your locker but he was nowhere in sight. Blowing a breath out of your nose, you decided to just go home and see if he wasn’t already at his, smiling to yourself fondly as you thought you should hurry and put your flowers in one of your mother’s vases.

Rushing home to see a note taped heavily to your front door in familiar handwriting, the harsh wind already chipping at some of the corners, you eagerly plucked it off.

meet me at the tree i fell from when we were nine

The tree in his backyard. You remembered that memory very vividly, the two of you had climbed his gigantic tree, you sat on a thick branch and he was following you up when his foot had slipped and he had to be taken to the emergency room for a sprained ankle while you were positively terrified of moving from your spot on the tree. It took an enormous ladder and you clinging to your father as he rescued you, crying and panicking about Baekhyun’s sprained foot the whole time.

Nobody was home and you felt weird entering from the back gate but knew he had left it open for this exact reason, lighting up when you saw a similar note also taped to the bark of the tree.

How long did it take him to do all this?

There were two more locations before the final one, all within the general vicinity of your small neighborhood, the two of you really hung out on the streets or in front of small convenience stores down the blocks, each location bringing back fond memories of when you two were younger, as close as you were now.

lastly, head to the place where we spent our summer afternoons

You were tired and cold and as much as you wanted to hate this, you eagerly headed in the direction the note told you to, anticipating to what was at the end of this, all the while remembering all the years you had spent with Baekhyun.

“You found me!” An adorable smile lit his face as you looked at him for the first time today after envisioning his blinding smile a thousand times in your head. Looking as cozy and as comfortable as ever, he sat on a swing, feet planted on the ground as he slowly rocked himself back and forth, letting you make your way to him.

Wanting to reciprocate his smile, but not letting yourself break your cool, you acted, or attempted to, all tough and annoyed instead. “Yah! Byun Baekhyun! Do you think this is the appropriate weather for a damn treasure hunt? You could’ve just told me to meet you at the park, and I would’ve said no because who goes to the park in this cold?” You were sure your ears and nose were as red as a cherry from the constant wind and the slight drop in temperature.

“I forgot what a big baby you were,” he casually commented as he strolled toward you, a small smile gracing his lips as she unwrapped his scarf from his neck and gingerly fixed it around yours, slender hands finding your shoulders and ran them down your arms to take your frozen hands in his warm ones, placing them between his to warm them a bit. “So?” He raised his eyebrows cheekily, “have I changed your mind about this lovely holiday?”

Rolling your eyes, you tried not to fixate on how warm and soft his hands were as they held yours and refused to look him in the eyes, no matter how hard he was currently trying to meet yours. “Well, who wouldn’t like getting free candy and flowers?” You huffed shyly, before pouting slightly. “So fine, you win. It’s the best holiday.” His thumbs were now rubbing circles on the backs of your hands.

“Shouldn’t I get a wish?” He teased, leaning closer to you, his warmth radiating onto you and you backed away a bit, deeming your hands warm enough as you pulled them from his grasp, noticing his expression fall a bit at the loss of contact.

“What do you want?”

“Be my valentine.” He stated it so plainly, so confident that you stood there dumbfounded and figured he was trying to be witty with some clever wordplay.

“What?” Was all you could ask, heart beginning to thunder in your chest, warming up your frozen limbs at the insinuation of his words.

“I could make you as happy as you were today every Valentine’s Day if you agree to be my Valentine.” You almost couldn’t take it, the way he was gazing at you with that tenderness and adoration in his expression, how your parents looked at each other across the table.

“Why does it sound like you’re confessing right now?” You joked nervously, trying to rid the atmosphere of its awkwardness and you did a shitty job of it.

The expression he gave you made you feel like the world’s biggest idiot. “Do you really think I did all of this just to get you to like Valentine’s Day, or me?”

“Huh?” You offered dumbly, not comprehending his words correctly.

“I could care less what your favorite holiday is, as long as I get to spend it with you, dummy. I swear, I knew you were dumb but I didn’t think it was this bad. At least you’re pretty.” He teased, doing his part to help ease the vulnerability of his confession.

“...Are you serious?” You muttered in a small voice, to which he couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you were and offered an encouraging nod. “Really? Because, I’ll be your valentine. You won’t be able to get rid of me, and you won’t be able to accept any other girl’s gifts, you know that, right?” He saw right through your brave facade and took you in his arms, and you hid your face in his neck.

“You’re so cute,” he couldn’t resist teasing you once again to which you gave him a smack on the back as payback for making you run around the whole neighborhood in this weather.

He squeezed you tighter and screamed in mock pain, not being able to look him in the eyes as he softly kissed the top of your forehead before taking your hand in his once again and headed for the direction of your house to walk you home.

Halloween was still your favorite holiday, much to the dismay of Baekhyun. The fear that entered his eyes as he realized he was now obligated to watch your favorite horror movies will forever be one of your favorite memories.

bro im srry if this is trash, literally had no will to write and my internet was out for like a week and i almost went insane w/o it. anyways i’m spending valentines day writing this and bout to get drunk lol as always pls lmk what u thought in the comments and pls give lots of love!!!

#exo #exo l #exo au #exo angst #exo au scenarios #exo bias #exo baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #exo drabble #exo fic #exo fluff #exo fanfiction #exo imagine #exo reactions #exo scenarios #exo x reader

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limenysnocket · 4 years

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I Despise The Way You Make Me Love You

Summary: If you piss off your friends and they don't forgive you, can they really be called your friends? Now, what happens when your closest friend pisses you off and makes you fall deeper in love with him each time he does?

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual innuendos

Word count: 3,483

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Authors note: You have no idea how excited I am to fufil my first request. If any of y'all have any more, drop it in my asks for anonymity, DM me to give me more details, or whatever the heck. I want your requests. Give them to me.

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What's a fantastic morning without the first cup of coffee that you're almost positively sure has been pumped full of laxatives and stress relief pills?

Well, it's not the morning you had planned, and it wasn't the coffee you wanted. You were at work, on your day off. Who dragged you here? Mr. Hollywood hot shot himself, Taika Waititi that absolute jackass. He came to your door at 6 a.m., invited himself inside, crashed into your bedroom, made you and partially helped you get dressed, and threw you into his car, taking you God knows where.

You were on the set of The Mandalorian where they were in the process of filming season two. You had a very cold cup of coffee in your hand and you were about to take a nice sip to hopefully get you sick enough to send you to the hospital for the day, but the cup was snatched away quickly before anything could happen. "I'll drink anything you give me, but I absolutely will not drink that, and I'm putting my ass on the line to make sure you don't drink it either," Taika said, dropping the cup in a nearby trashcan.

"Fuck you, Waititi," you growled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Love you too, doll," Taika made a kissy face and put his hand on your lower back to guide you deeper into the film set. You swatted his hand away like it was a pesky mosquito.

"Why the hell did you bring me here?" You whisper shouted between your teeth as both of you swerved through staff. "You don't have to work or anything. I just miss you each time you take off on us," Taika pouted. Whatever, missed you my ass. He just wanted you there so you could cover for him every time he took a nap on the job.

"Taika!" You spun towards him, your hands in the air and nails out like an animal, you wanted to maul his God damn, terribly handsome face. "I was going to close my blinds, lock my doors, eat frozen pizzas, binge Superstore and wear sweatpants and a comfortable bra, God damn it! It's my fucking day off, can you take a break for, I don't know, one fucking minute!?" You looked spastic and quite angry. Even a few people stopped and stared for a few seconds. Taika wasn't phased, however. All he gave you was a shrug. "Sounds like a fun afternoon, you should invite me sometime."

Both of you were quiet, and you felt your skin bubbling. You flipped your shit. "I'm going home, alright! I'm calling myself an uber, and you better fucking not call me or come break down my door again, Waititi! I'm not doing this again!" You huffed, twirled around and went straight for the exit. This time, it managed to get the desperate Kiwi's attention.

"(Y/N), now hang on a minute, I can take you out to lunch if you stay!" He called out desperately. "Frozen Italian food sounds so much better, thank you," you snorted and shook your head. You could hear his heavy footsteps behind you, trying to catch up to you.

You couldn't bear to stand another minute with that man, so you pushed out of the small exit, just barely brushing shoulders with David as you went. As the door closed, you heard him say your name and question what you were doing here, but that stopped mid-sentence whenever he probably saw Taika riding your tail.

You yanked your phone from your pocket and started clicking onto the uber app, but your phone was snatched away as you reached the parking lot. "Give me one chance, (Y/N)! I promise to make it worth your while!" He said, trying to talk his offer up for a lunch date. "What is with you and grabbing my things, Waititi?" You growl, snapping your hand out to grab your phone back, only to have it be yanked away again.

"Call me Taika," He said, that dastardly smile still spread across his features. "I'll call you Taika whenever you've earned my actual respect and you can call me (L/N) until then, too!" You grabbed at your phone again. No dice. This was very unfair. He had quiet a few inches on you. "You heffer! Give me that back now!"

"You seem stressed. How long has it been since you've had sex?" Taika struck you with a question that covered your cheeks with a deep blush. "None of your business! Hand it over, Waititi!"

"Taika--," he corrected you without hesitation, "Tell me how long it's been and I'll give you your phone back."

You took a deep breath and folded your arms, you hated to admit such personal things, especially to the likes of him. "Three months," you let out an exasperated sigh. Taika put his hand to his chest in shock. "Really? A classy gal like you, I'd think, would be having sex at least once or twice a week! That's not even the maximum!"

You scoffed, "Stop talking it up, Waititi, it's never gonna work." You grabbed your phone from him and brushed past him, bumping shoulders a bit aggressively. He rolled his eyes and continued to follow you out further into the parking lot, carefully dodging heavy equipment that rolled by. "(Y/N), wait up! C'mon, please?" He frowned and got in front of you again. You were one click away from getting an uber.

Your jaw shifted from side to side in thought. He pissed you off today multiple times already, but you would kill to spend an afternoon alone with him. You knew, whenever he wasn't under the influence of his multiple companions, he was an extremely nice guy. I mean, he was whenever his friends were around sure. Maybe it was just your need for his undivided attention that drove you crazy over him.

You sighed, "Where the hell would you be taking me when all I'm wearing is jeans and a t-shirt? Don't you have this sort of reputation to uphold?" He was shining brightly now, the grin on his face couldn't be any wider. "Oh, darling, I would trash it all to be with you," he purred, "and, how does pizza sound?"

You cocked a brow, lips pinching together and your shoulders rolling. "Fine." He lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. "Amazing! How about we head back inside, we'll finish up this shoot, and after that, we'll see where the streets of LA take us~," he purred with a cocky wink that made you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, let's just hurry up," you sighed, speeding up your walk walk until you had your hand on the handle and had pulled open the door just by a smidge. To your surprise, the handle was yanked out of your hand as the door slammed shut in front of you. You looked up, a bit ticked off, but your inner self calmed when you saw Taika standing there, directly in front of you, blocking the door completely with his body and his eyes holding a provocative stare within them. "Three months, huh?" His voice was low and deep, just how you imagined it before bed quite a few times. "I can... You know... always take care of that for you~." He leaned down towards you, his face becoming dangerously close to yours.

"T-Taika, this isn't exactly the r-right place for that--," you stuttered then gasped softly as his lips brushed against yours. He was so close, you could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixing with the soft smell of his fabric softener that wafted blissfully from his clothes. You started to lean in too, now, taking a large gulp as you did.

"Waititi, stop doing whatever the hell you're doing out there and move your fat ass away from the door!" You heard the executive producer yell from the other side of the door, before Taika was launched forward by the propelling force of the door behind him. His head jeered off to the side and all that was left in contact between you two was the rough clash of his shoulder hitting yours. He stumbled for a minute while you laughed a little, shaking your head. You slipped in, just before a rack full of heavy equipment got close to the door, and that's where you parted from the kiwi, a massive grin on your face.

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Okay, he woke you up and ruined your perfectly planned day, so you were pissed just a little bit. Now, he was keeping you longer than he should have, at work and now you were really pissed. Both of you were the very last ones in the studio and he still hasn't finished up yet. Your stomach growled, your fingers twitched and your anger was bubbling.

You were sitting on one of the sets, a main, small room that split off towards the back. It was dark, greasy, and sewer-like. It had grates everywhere that were decaying with painted on rust and fake laser holes dotted along the fake metal every once in awhile.

You sat on a convenient crate prop that was sturdy enough to withstand three people at the most. You were rubbing your temples, the overwhelming and heady stench of expensive perfume, spray paint and spray tanning solution only fueled your distress. That cocky little bastard! He knew you never wanted to be here in the first place, but here he is, keeping you locked up here by his own hand. You were two moments away from storming out, calling that uber, and forgetting about this whole catastrophe whenever there was the rapping of knuckles against tin. Your head shot up and you glared. It was Taika. You said nothing.

He seemed awkward at first, his head tilting to the side and an apologetic smile on his lips, "Well, on the brighter side, at least we won't have to worry about the lunch rush!" He laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood, but your angry aura seemed to snuff out every attempt like a candle in the wind. "Look, doll, you know I'm sorry about keeping you here! It was never my intention..." He tried to explain, his hand motions really getting to work until they paused all together, right in front of him, palms facing upwards and his fingers lightly curling in, out of stress or carpal tunnel from holding on to a keyboard mouse all day long.

"Then what was your intention, Taika? Huh!?" You shot up from your seat and just stood there, your body nearly shaking with rage. "You wake me up, you drag me out of my house, and you force me to come to work! I thought you were my colleague, not my God damn boss!" You were frustrated. You wanted an answer. His eyebrows were furrowed and he seemed to be focused on a different topic on a new level. For the first time ever, you saw him look at the floor, embarrassed.

"Answer me, Taika!" You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing along the walls. He seemed shaken up whenever he looked up. He was confused, like he hadn't even listened to you the entire time. "What?" He said a little breathily, his eyes desperately searching yours for any tiny morsel that you had the compassion to forgive him.

"What were your intentions with this whole fucking thing?" You repeated through your bared teeth. Things were intense now. Both of you just stared in complete silence while Taika contemplated his, apparently, very complex answer.

"Well?" You flinched your arm muscles up once, in a shrugging motion. His eyes were closed and he took a deep breath. Suddenly, he charged forward at you, in a fast walk, without a word, a serious expression on his face. It made you take a few steps back out of shock, and you were close to pulling out your emergency bottle of pepper spray whenever he grabbed both sides of your face with his rough hands and brought you close to him. "This," he whispered before smashing his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, your hands went to his clothes and started clawing harshly, almost begging for him to stop before you became too attached, but as the kiss went on, it became more passionate and your clawing slowed, your eyes fluttered closed and your hands went up, into his hair. Taika let the pure bliss of your acceptance sink into his memory for a few moments longer before he pulled away, his hands dropping from your head and down to his sides.

He took a few steps back, wiping the drool off of his lips with the sleeve of his shirt. "That," he muttered again, bobbing his head to truly acknowledge what he had done. "My intention was to make that happen."

You were stunned, eyes wide when they flew back open and fluttered wildly. Your hands didn't know what to do with themselves anymore, now that they weren't buried in Taika's soft locks, so they went into yours, gripping on tightly and slightly pulsing the tug. Your lips craved more, your heart thrummed madly in your chest, so hard, you thought that it was beating, like a drum, up against your ribcage.

"Taika," you manage to whisper, catching his attention, you could tell, as he looked up at you again. "Yeah?" He muttered back.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your lips needed to connect with his again, you needed to touch him once more, to feel him in any way. You just knew you wanted him. You wanted him bad. You walked right up to him, curled your fingers back into his hair and brought his lips back down on yours, desperate and needy, unlike the last kiss the two of you shared. He kissed you right back, his hands having enough consciousness to slick right down and grip onto your waist.

It was unexpected, it was needed, your friends bet it was going to happen, it was... it was.... hot.

The kiss went on much longer than the last one, and eventually got more heated as well. His tongue slid across your bottom lip and there was no hesitation to open up for him. It was like opening the pearly gates of heaven, in his eyes. He gave your lip a cheeky little nip with his teeth anyway, making you whine softly, before tangling his tongue up with yours, almost like tying a cherry stem into a knot between the two of you.

He started pushing you back. You stumbled a bit, but you got the hint and started walking backwards. His body eagerly followed yours, not willing to break the kiss unless it was for a brief moment of air. Your back was eventually pushed up against one of the orange tinted walls and that wasn't the only thing being pushed up. Your shirt was carrying a steady pace up your abdomen and getting closer to exposing your chest. You were impatient, so you suddenly broke the kiss, leaving Taika momentarily distraught, and lifted your shirt completely off so you could toss it away like trash. Taika was smirking now and continued to kiss you, this time, more hunger was induced into it.

The next time you two broke contact, it was Taika's doings. You didn't have time to really react before you were no longer facing Taika, but the grated wall, and your breasts were pushed up tightly against it as well. Little words were spoken between you two, and it was easy to tell what position he wanted you in, so you stuck your ass out there a little more. You could practically feel his smirk getting wider. He reached around your waist and found the button to your pants. While one hand focused on getting that down and away, the other worked on getting your bra unclipped. It was easy with his skilled fingers. Once your bra was gone, so we're your pants. They dropped to be around your ankles and you hastily kicked them off, as well with your shoes.

A single one of his digits hooked around the hem of your panties and started bringing them down your thighs. His eyes could practically bore holes into your body with how intensely he stared with the newfound flesh.

Your body tingled with the sound of his belt unbuckling and hitting the floor, even more so when his pants were unzipped and dropped around his ankles, well, after he had rustled his wallet from his back pocket first and picked a condom out of it. You wanted him to completely undress, like you, but you weren't in the mood to complain. If anything, this round was possibly doomed to be a quickie anyway.

His boxers were the last item to hit the floor, then it was all over. His stiff member, once the rubber condom had been swiftly applied, prodded at your soaked walls before making its quick and long past due entrance. It nearly made you scream, but before any of that could happen, Taika had one hand slapped firmly across your mouth and the other one grabbed a fist-full of one's of your boobs.

Here's the thing that Taika had completely forgotten to mention whenever this whole fiasco started. He wasn't completely sure that you both were alone in the studio. With his explanation being whispered hotly into your ear with his sensual kiwi accent, you didn't seem to care. If anything, the higher risk of being caught only made the sexual intensity even more intense. So, you were going to be fucked like that, quietly, dirtily, and somewhat publicly. He had this power of domination over you... and you loved it.

He started thrusting, slow and hard. Each time his hips would connect with your ass, your stomach would lightly slam against the grate in front of you and made it wobble out a sound that could possibly notify anyone around you about where you were. Okay, maybe the two of you were that fed up about being discrete with your actions. You both just knew that you needed this and no one was going to tell you otherwise.

He let out soft grunts and pants of your name, occasionally burying his face into your shoulder whenever he started going faster, so he wouldn't get too loud while he pummeled you mercilessly. You could feel him nipping at your skin, whenever you weren't so focused on the feeling of his stiff cock rubbing along your walls. He bit you, sucked on your neck and shoulders, covering you with his love. Well, his claim of you and your body, at least.

The rocking of his hips started getting more rough, irrational and sporadic. He was close and so were you, but he was determined to hold on until you had released all over him. Your hands held on to the grate for dear life, and it rolled along with your movements, shaking when your body pushed forcefully against it by Taika's will, and it wobbled back whenever you lurched backwards to prepare for the next world rocking thrust. This was so much better than sweatpants and The Office episodes.

It didn't take you long before you jumped over the edge and your vision blurred white. He had done it, he had given you one of the worst/best days of your life and you didn't want it to be over, but everything comes to an end eventually, even Taika himself. His thrusts slowed and he gave three, stout, powerful ruts against your ass before he released and his body pushed against yours. His hand fell from your mouth so he could hear your pants and praises that he had been missing out on the entire time the two of you went at it like mad dogs. He pulled out and almost immediately pulled off the gross condom.

You busied yourself with picking up your clothes and quietly putting them on while Taika disposed of the used rubber and pulled up his pants from around his ankles. Both of your faces were red and the lust still sparkled dimly within his and your eyes.

You both met in the middle of the room, once the two of you were collected and ready to leave like nothing had happened in that room you were standing in.

"So, am I invited to come over and crash your days off any time I like, now?" Taika cocked a brow and broke the comfortable silence with a grin and a chuckle. You laughed with him, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You know what?" You said, tilting your head and having a cheeky smile write itself all over your lips, "I'd love that... same time, tomorrow?"

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Dick Boy

Characters: Felix X reader (featuring Ateez)

Genre: Crack/Fluff

Words: 3809

Synopsis: Your soulmate just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm

You were told growing up that soulmates were a special thing. It was the person who your soul was tied to, who could make you the happiest you could ever be, it was someone everyone in their lives wanted to meet at least once. Your parents were lucky enough to have found each other early on in life, some of your friends had found theirs while on the playground at recess and others were still idly searching for their second half. People said that when they realized who they’re soulmate was, an intense feeling of euphoria flowed through them; however, you were skeptical that you would have such feelings towards your soulmate.

They just wouldn’t stop drawing dicks on your arm.

Soulmates were attached by drawing on the skin. Whatever you wrote down on yourself would become plastered to your soulmates skin until you removed it. So when small doodles showed up on your skin as a child you were rather fond of the scribbles. There were small drawings of dogs, of singers, and occasionally a poorly written hello which you barely had time to respond to before it was washed away. Those sweet drawings from childhood had washed away entirely by the time you had reached middle school, high school, and now college. Instead of “hello” or “good morning”, it was “what’s 34 to the 3rd degree” or “What else is in a cell all I remember is mitochondria”. While your soulmate was endearing, he was also annoying.

Especially now as a rather large dick began to mark the top of your arm, for everyone in your morning lecture to see. You were jolted from your adapt note taking as the shapes began to take form, making your face heat up in embarrassment as you tried your best to cover it. On most days, you even brought a jacket no matter the weather to hide the embarrassing images that appeared on the skin of your body.

“Another dick pic?” Jongho, a friend you had made on the first day of your college experience due to another unfortunate placage of phallical drawings, laughed as you pressed your hand against the desk trying to cover the growing amount of drawings.

“This little shit has an obsession I swear!” You quietly grumbled as you tried to focus back on your lecture and notes, but the ghost of a pen marking your skin was hard to ignore; especially as it creeped up your arm.

“Damn this one is bigger than the last,” Jongho traced the outline of the shapes trailing up your arm, “This one is incredibly vivid as well… maybe your soulmate is just a really good dick drawer? Ever thought about that? Art majors are weird in inexplicable ways.”

“Just give me a marker and shut up.”

Jongho scoffed and rolled his eyes, focusing back on the professor who seemed to still be on the same topic, “What makes you think I have markers on me.”

“There’s literally a coloring book out in front of you.” Indeed, Jongho never failed to bring some childish activity to do during your morning lectures. He found them too boring to pay attention to and would much rather listen to them on his phone later when his brain was up to it.

He sighed in defeat and handed you a bright red marker, a contrast to the black on your arm, “I’d rather you not expose me in front of the entire class.”

“Trust me, you’re doing that to yourself right now,” You uncapped the marker with you teeth and took another look at his book, “Is that Hello Kitty?”

“Leave her out of this you dick fanatic.” His comment made a few people around you turn their heads and you ducked, the redness of your cheeks brighter than the marker in your hand. Jongho wasn’t lying though, your soulmate really was a dick fanatic. Lifting your arm back onto the table, it was nearly entirely covered in phallical images, some more vivid than others, and it made you grit your teeth in annoyance; even more so at the fact that they had the audacity to do so in all the colors of the rainbow.

“Can you not draw dicks on yourself at 10 a.m. please, I just want to get through my classes.”

There was a reply no less than a minute later, but it was in a different handwriting than normal, “Ah so your his soulmate. We didn’t think you’d see all of these.”

You scoffed at the reply, scribbling back angrily, “Do you not know how soulmates work?? Now go wash him off or something I have to give a presentation and I DO NOT want dicks on my arms.”

“You’re no fun, your soulmate thinks it’s funny.”

“I’m sure he does now please wash his arm.” You paused as you looked up, noticing a few eyes trailing your arms and to the frantic scribbling of your pen, “This is embarrassing.”

“I’m so drawing more, when’s your presentation? I’ll draw one right on his forehead for you <3”

You decided in that moment that you hated whoever your soulmate associated himself with, “If I ever find out who you are I swear to God I’m going to kill you.”

“Those are big words coming from someone with dicks all over their-” the words were cut off abruptly, with a smudged trail of ink following them. You frowned at the sudden lack of words until more began to appear, this time in an all too familiar handwriting, “I'M SO SORRY ABOUT MY FRIENDS I GO SHOWER RIGHT NOW.”

“Just wash the dicks off your arm please… and stop letting them draw on you.” you sighed as you capped the pen, leaning back in your seat avoiding the amused stares from your classmates.

Jongho chuckled at your flustered state and took the pen from your hands, “So you get through to them?”

“It’s a he apparently,” You leaned your forehead against the desk, all motivation to follow along in today's lecture entirely gone, “And he has very awful friends.”

“Sounds more like he’s in middle school than college.”

“You act the exact same way, hello kitty boy.”

“Shut the fuck up y/n,” Jongho hissed, hiding his coloring book in his lap, eyes darting around for anyone who was listening in. Of course your other classmates were having a field day watching the two of you interact, the lecture long forgotten though it didn’t seem like your professor noticed. They never seemed to really care after the third week.

“Chill Jongho, i’m only kidding.” You frowned down at your arm, watching as the drawing began to fade one by one. You wished you knew more about your soulmate than just his friends being obsessed with drawing dicks and him being a he.There were certain things you couldn’t share through ink on sink, such as names and locations; and so the two of you had never really shared information as simple as gender, identification, or even a nickname. Neither of you really initiated any form of talking, mainly communicating through drawings, doodles or odd questions neither knew the answer to.

“You’re worse than San I swear,” He laughed, referencing his older friend who you had met on a few occasions. “And speaking of San,” He turned to you with an eyebrow raised, “Are you going to his party tonight?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

“I mean, no, me and Yeosang would drag you there no matter your answer, but I was trying to be polite.”

“Overall, no I do not want to go. His parties are loud and overcrowded for such a small apartment.” You huffed, feeling as though your opinions would not be taken for granted.

“Yeah but here's the thing “ He gestured as if he had just connected two dots, “maybe dick boy will be there”

“Will you please not call my soulmate dick boy.” You huffed, hiding your face in embarrassment again as the person turned to look at the two of you with a curious glance.

“Only if you go to the party.”

“That’s not a good bargain.”

“Guess I’ll just call him dick boy from now on and assume anyone with a dick drawn on them is your soulmate!” Jongho announced loudly, but not enough so that your teacher turned away from their whiteboard; however, the rest of your classmates began to giggle. No doubt they had been listening in on your whole entire conversation, maybe even from the beginning itself.

“Goddammit fine I’ll go to your dumb party just shut up!” You grumbled trying to escape the embarrassment by hiding your head in your arms.

Jongho never seemed to be embarrassed though, not as he leaned back in his seat with a proud and triumphant smile, “See? That wasn’t so hard. Maybe you’ll meet dick boy tonight.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Love you too,” You looked up to see Jongho blow you an overly flirtatious kiss, “Me and Yeosang will be at your dorm by seven.”

That is how you ended up outside your apartment at six fifty-eight dressed in a nice outfit and a frown on your face. The night was too cold for a party and perfect to stay in your bed, binging a show or catching up on sleep. You couldn’t believe that you actually agreed to the party, at least if Jongho had dragged you from your home without your consent you could be angry about it; but now you could only be annoyed at yourself.

“There’s our little ray of sunshine!” Jongho laughed as he and a stone faced Yeosang got up from their spot on the gate on the sidewalk. The both of them had cleaned up nicely; however, that still didn’t mean that San’s party wouldn’t be a mess. He was notorious for having some of the messiest, loudest, and overall drunkest parties on the entire campus. It was a surprise he hadn’t gotten in trouble yet.

“I’m not happy about this.”

“Your smile says enough about that,” Yeosang laughed as you began to walk down the street, San’s house, or rather the home they all shared, was only a block or so away.

You rolled your eyes at Yeosang’s sarcasm, “Hello to you too Yeo.”

“Oh lighten up Y/n,” Jongho wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was already buzzed, “I have a feeling dick boy will be there!”

Yeosang spit on the drink he had been sipping on at the words, “I-what!? Who?”

“My soulmate has friends who likes to draw dicks on his arms.” You scoffed, pulling up the sleeves of your jacket to reveal yet another dick drawing that was in a, thankfully, more discrete place. No doubt your soulmate hadn’t noticed it yet but you couldn’t go out anywhere decent without a jacket now; his friends words from earlier almost made you tempted to wear a ski mask. At least then no one would see the phalics drawn on your skin. “It’s really fucking annoying.”

“That’s goddamn hilarious. I need a pen immediately.” Yeosang began to rummage through his pants pockets while hearty laughter flowed from his lips.

You smacked his moving arms with annoyance written clear across your face, “Dick drawing is my soulmate’s thing! Be a little more creative would you!”

“So you like having dicks drawn on you?”

“I do not-” You groaned in annoyance at the cocky grin on Yeosang’s features, “I hate both of you.”

“Why me!? I didn’t even bring anything up!” Jongho huffed in annoyance and you were almost thankful as you came to a stop in front of San’s house, flashing lights and loud music already emitting from it.

“You’re the one who gave him that God awful nickname.” You gave both the boys on each side of you a little glare, “Now don’t you dare say anything about dick boy to Mingi or San. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“As long as the nickname sticks, I really don’t give a shit about the rules.” Jongho grinned, grabbing you by the upper arm and pulling you in the direction of the steps. “Now let’s go party!”

The party was exactly what you imagined it being. Loud, overcrowded, and entirely full of drunk college kids. You were even sure they’re were some professors in the mix; seeing as San was cozy with literally everyone on the campus. If he wanted, he could probably even get the administrators to come and dance with him. Instead, for this party, he had to settle for Yunho and Mingi; the three of them dancing their lives away to a bass heavy beat. San was lucky enough to be friends with Bang Chan, the aspiring DJ and producer, who would play parties for a little fee; even smaller for his friends.

“So any sign of dick boy? Any more genitals drawn on your arms?” The sly voice of Seonghwa said as he came into view, leaning against the counter top that you sat on top of.

You groaned and clutched the solo cup in your hand a little tighter in annoyance, “Did Jongho tell everyone?”

“Nearly, he’s kept his promise so far not to tell Mingi and San… though given how drunk Yunho is they’ll probably know by the end of the night.”

“Just fucking fantastic, the last thing I need is Mingi teasing me for all this!” You downed the rest of the contents in your cup, feeling more tired than uplifted by the alcohol.

“Don’t drink your worries away yet, Yunho hasn’t said shit to them. Besides, I’ve got some tea.” You rolled your eyes at his words as you played with the rim of your cup.

“Please never use the word tea again.”

“Guess you don’t want to know who your soulmate is than.” The simple sentence brought a panic into your bloodstream. There was no way Seonghwa could know who your soulmate was. There were billions of people in this world, there was no absolute way he could have figured it out; and certainly not from just a simple dick drawing.

You tried to steady your suddenly ragged breathing, “There's no way… just… don’t play games Seonghwa.”

“I’m not, Y/n, I wouldn’t lie about this,” He huffed, like he couldn’t believe you thought so little of him. “I really think I know who it is.”

You frowned a little more at the words, and even more as your heart began to speed up in pace. Maybe it wasn’t panic, maybe it was more excitement but all of it made you too dizzy and scared to comprehend. This was your soulmate he was talking about, this person that was tied to you forever; you didn’t know if you were even prepared for the speculations about who it would be. “Hwa, I just.. I don’t really want to know who it is.”

His eyes turned sympathetic at your conflicted features, “I won’t tell you directly than… but know he’s in the living room and has blonde hair.”

“Never really saw myself with a blonde.”

“Never really saw you with a dick drawer either, but the universe is surprising.” He chuckled and you gently hit his arm, thankful to him for trying to brighten up your panicking state.

You gave him a soft pat on his forearm and let out a quiet sigh, “Thank you Seonghwa.”

He grinned at you and patted your hand in reassurance, “No problem-”

“CHANGBIN I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING STOP YOU KNOW THIS DOESN’T JUST SHOW UP ON ME!”

The loud shouting came from the living room, where laughter and general uproar was happening. Some of the party goers, you and Seonghwa included, paused their actions to watch a figure with their hood up, obscuring their features, run through the kitchen and down the hall. Even without having seen their face, something within you tugged at your body. Something that told you Seonghwa really hadn’t been lying and that you needed to get off your ass.

“I wasn’t lying.” Seonghwa said and chuckled even more as you turned around to face him, “The dick on your forehead just proves it.”

Your eyes widened in alarm and your hands went up to cover your forehead. While you couldn’t entirely feel the drawing you knew it was there due to the newfound cold feeling of ink. This only caused the panic in you too intensify.

“Go get your man, Y/n.” Seonghwa pulled you from your spot on the counter and nudged you in the direction of the hallway, while you still covered your forehead. “At least this way you both don’t have to worry about appearances. If you can look pass the dick on your foreheads you’re golden.”

“Oh my God Seonghwa you are not helping!” you whisper screamed, but your eyes were focused on the hallway. Your soulmate was down there.

“Just go get him, Y/n. You don’t know if you’ll ever meet him again.” Seonghwa wisely told you and you nodded, trying to steel your shaking body. You hated that he was right, hated that your body moved without your thought until you were right in front of the bathroom door. You couldn’t remember how you got there, it was a blind stumble through the crowd who had resumed their partying antics.

You pressed your ear to the door, trying to both eavesdrop and calm your nerves. Hopefully whoever was behind the door wasn’t the boy, even if your soul itself wanted it to only be him. The faint cursing from the other side solidfied the fact that it was him, “Fucking Changbin… god dammit I told him not to… why won’t this come off!”

Your hand was on the doorknob in an instance and you took a deep breath as you realized what you were doing. Like Seonghwa said, it was now or never. The door creaked open, the light pouring into the dark hallway, and making the boy glaring at the mirror jump.

“Hey sorry this is occupied-” His heavily accented voice faltered as the two of you made eye contact, or more specifically, your eyes made contact with the dick drawings on each others foreheads. Even if it wasn’t for the drawings you both harbored on your foreheads, the intense feeling of belonging was enough for you too know this was real.

“So,” you breathed out, after the initial tingling feelings passed over you, “You’re dick boy.”

His face tinted red and he covered his hands with his face, “This is not at all how I wanted to meet my soulmate.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at him, but a smile was making it’s way to your lips. People hadn’t lied about the euphoric feeling rushing into your system at meeting you soulmate. “Do you think I really wanted a dick drawn on my forehead either?”

“I’m so sorry about Changbin, I can’t even apologize enough oh my god I’m so sorry I just-” He took a deep breath and finally managed to pull his head away from his hands, eyes catching on the curve of your lips. “I’m really sorry for all the dick drawings. I would’ve never done that too you… I’ll go make sure all my friends apologize to you and everything.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that flowed from your lips at his rambling. He was rather cute, you had to admit, and just maybe blondes were your type with the way his hair bounced with his every movement. “Let’s just get this one off our foreheads first, okay?”

A smile finally made its way onto his lips and you couldn’t help but be entranced, “That… that’s sounds good.”

You nodded and grabbed one of the towels lying around, noticing the one the boy in front of you had drenched in water discarded in the sink, before lathering yours with soap and water. The boy just watched you work quietly before you turned to him again, the proximity close, and he wished that he didn’t have a dick drawn on his forehead in this picture perfect moment.

“Your friends really did a good job on this one,” Your voice was quiet as you pushed aside his hair, noticing how red his forehead was from his frantic scrubbing. Still a majority of the drawing still remained, “What the hell did they use.”

“Seungmin made a custom stamp,” he mumbled, staring at your eyes as they focused in on gently scrubbing his forehead, “Semi permanent ink and everything… that’s what they used on me this morning.”

“Well… I’ll give them props for dedication.” You hummed, holding the side of his face with your hand as you worked, missing how his face turned scarlet. “You might want to be a little more careful around your friends.”

“Trust me I tried, they just sneak up on me.” He sighed as you let go off his face, pulling back slightly to examine your work. There was little of the drawing left, nothing no one would notice at first glance. Your eyes trailed down to meet the boys in front of you and you had to stop yourself from gasping at the sparkling of them, and the proximity. “It’s what happened tonight. I was just lying on the couch and then bam… Changbin stamped my forehead.”

“I’ll be sure to give Changbin hell than,” You mumbled still caught up in his features, now transfixed on the lovely freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. The universe had been exceptionally kind to gift you with such a handsome soulmate.

“What’s your name?” His breath fanned against your nose and broke you from your staring.

“Y/n…” You muttered before looking back up at his eyes, not missing the cheeky gleam in them, “and you?”

“Felix.” He grinned down at you and in that moment you truly felt happy, in a way that was wholly unexplainable to any other person. No one who just met should make you fill with joy the way that Felix did, but the universe worked in funny ways.

“Well,” You started, cupping his cheek in your hand once again as you took in his features. You already knew you would never get tired of them, “I’m glad I have something other to call you than dick boy.”

He laughed, whole and hearty at your response, before taking his own leap of faith and leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re still going to call me that… aren’t you.”

“Oh totally.” You grinned, mentally thanking this Changbin for being so extreme with his dick drawing.

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wincore · 5 years

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easy to love | na jaemin

pairing: jaemin x reader

words: 3.1k

prompt: animejaem sent: jaemin + organizing a valentine’s party together when reader has the BIGGEST crush on him 🥰

genre: college!au, friends-to-lovers!au, a whole lotta fluff

warnings: uhhh does pining count?

a/n: i’ll be posting the requests in between my larger projects !!

You think Valentine’s Day isn’t worth the hype. Simple things like chocolates and flowers are way more expensive than on literally any other day, the only movies on TV are the ones that make you gag, you can’t go out without feeling awkward and the holiday is just generally pointless. If you’re in love, why do you need a specific day to show your love, and why does it last for only a day? How do you even convert an act of love into material commodity? It doesn’t seem to have any personal meaning, neither does it seem to make a relationship any better. To conclude you are not terribly fond of Valentine’s Day, and your plans only ever consist of binge watching and consuming a higher amount of unhealthy snacks.

But sometimes you have an exception to not going out on this day, and that exception is Na Jaemin.

You wake up groggy to a text from Jaemin asking you to help him organize the Valentine’s Day gathering you have among friends (and ‘friends’ also include friends of your friends who will inevitably barge in and ultimately, the entire student body will be there) followed by a series of smile emojis and pleading eyes emojis. You’d make up an excuse to refuse, but it’s Jaemin—Jaemin, whose smile alone makes your cheeks red, who you can’t help but stare at during classes, whose voice, even if it’s over the phone, is enough to make your heart warm and jittery.

I’ll be there in an hour, you text him as your feet touch the cold ground beside your bed. You sigh deeply, placing your face in your hands and curse yourself. If it weren’t for your overwhelming affections, you could be enjoying a few more hours of sleep. Everything still feels hazy as you rub the sleep from your eyes and weigh the pros and cons of your decision. It’s far too early to walk to Jaemin’s place but clearly he doesn’t have any sense of time. And neither do you, apparently, as you walk sluggishly towards your washroom to get ready.

The cold breeze brushes your cheeks as you make your way towards Jaemin’s place, fortunately only a few minutes’ walk away. The clouds, painted with the colour of the night, follow your steps and you know that they’ll be a watery red soon, when the sun decides to peek its face into your corner of the world. The only times you notice these things are when you’re alone, or when Jaemin points them out to you. He’s more observant than people give him credit for and while you’re glad you’re the one who mostly gets to see that, you wish he’d share more with the world. In a city where summer is yet to come, you can only hope for the best as the usual thoughts plague your mind. Should you try spilling your feelings to Jaemin this Valentine’s? Maybe with some chocolates to further sweeten the bittersweet aftertaste they leave in your mouth?

Don’t ring the doorbell, Jaemin texts you when you’re standing outside his door.

You don’t have to wait long before the door swings open with more force than Jaemin probably anticipated as he cringes at the sudden ‘bang!’ and pulls you in wordlessly. He places a finger over his lips, lets out a soft ‘shh!’ and walks up the stairs, with you trailing behind him.

“I would’ve come over, but your roommates would freak out,” Jaemin whispers when you’re inside his room.

“Anyone would freak out if they spot someone knocking on their window in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t mean to do that,” Jaemin grins, rubbing the back of his head.

The room is barely lit, but you can see his messy hair, the tip of his nose and the curved corner of his lips illuminated by the table lamp. He looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for some sort of response but you don’t know what he’s expecting. You don’t know the number of times you’ve found yourself in Jaemin’s presence when the stars are still shining bright in the night sky, but one of these nights made you realize where your emotions lie. The tempo of your heartbeat goes overboard if you look at him long enough, if you think about him long enough. That’s why you mostly resort yourself to acting as if nothing’s wrong, ignoring the unnecessary flow of thoughts and being a friend that didn’t make things awkward.

“Classes start in three hours,” you tell Jaemin, “Why couldn’t we discuss then?”

“Because there’s too many people then,” he complains, “And we barely have that many classes together.”

“So?”

Jaemin pouts. “So you don’t wanna help me?”

“Why should I, Na Jaemin?” your eyes crinkle as you lean back on his bed.

Jaemin hums, pretending to think. “Because of all the times I helped you skip class? Or because I give you my notes every time you ask?”

You sit back up, scrunching your eyebrows. Jaemin places a finger on his chin and continues his exaggerated acting.

“Also I helped you hide when you accidentally broke the window to the Dean’s office. Oh! Remember that time in high school when we first—”

“Okay, okay! I wasn’t actually asking for a descriptive essay,” you cut in.

Jaemin grins. You knew you’d listen to him from the moment you read his text, his winning smile means nothing to you.

“So what’s the plan?” you ask, tilting your head to one side.

“This year’s theme is,” Jaemin pauses to think. “Love yourself!”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Love yourself?”

“Yeah. It’s better for the kids who don’t feel loved or popular, you know?” he says. “Besides, I’m tired of couples making out wherever.”

“Okay, Mr. Class Rep. It’s all up to you,” you say, “But why do we have to plan at this ungodly hour and a day early?”

“They didn’t inform me earlier,” he frowns.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“And I had too much coffee so I couldn’t sleep, yeah.”

You smack your forehead.

“Jaemin, I warned you about your obsession so many times.”

Jaemin huffs. “We’re getting off course!”

“Jaemin—"

“There’s no time!” he presses.

“Fine. What do you want to do?”

Jaemin beams at you and you feel a soft drumming inside your chest. He starts to elaborate on his quick yet decent enough ideas for hosting the annual party ( “It can’t be worse than last year, Jaemin.” “Last year was Donghyuck’s fault. And Renjun’s.”) and while you’re planning a party which revolves around affections and love, you can’t get yours out in the open. It would be disastrous, no doubt.

You sleeping through your classes is entirely Jaemin’s fault. He promised he’ll make it up to you somehow, and you know he will because of the way he is. He’ll probably buy you ice-cream or take you to a café and while all that’s in good spirits, it makes you more frustrated, more annoyed at all the looks you get, all the assumptions that you wish were true.

“Why isn’t it in the dorms?” you ask Jaemin, following him into the student hall.

“Do you know how many people end up coming? It’ll be suffocating,” Jaemin says, his back turned to you.

“I mean, I’m not complaining,” you say, “But this hall looks creepy.”

“That’s why we have decorations!” Jaemin says, shoving a bunch of pink, golden and red streamers at you.

“Where- when did you even get these?” you ask, looking at the lively colours sprawled across your arms.

“Jeno bought them. Oh, and Renjun’s probably coming to help.”

“Okay.”

The occasion needs minimalistic decorations according to Jaemin (“Because love should be the main event!” “I’m not even going to tell you how dumb that sounds.”) and on the bright side, it reduces your physical workload. Jaemin rushes from corner to corner, your head following his movement as he gestures for you to give him the ribbons and garlands. The hall already looks a little brighter by the time you’re finished, all the little touches added by Jaemin standing out to you.

“I need those heart-shaped post-it notes,” Jaemin says, knitting his brows. His mouth is slightly parted and his eyes stare off into the distance as he looks like he’s processing all that he has to say. The sunlight that has snuck in plays on his cheeks and eyes and sometimes you wish you’d stop viewing him like that, like he’s a work of art. Sometimes you wish your miserable state of mind didn’t get any worse with each look, each word, each smile Jaemin gave you.

You end up telling Jaemin to make a shopping list and while he insists on going to the store himself, you tell him to sit there and wait for Jeno and Renjun.

You do the shopping, wanting to get out of the slow, smothering atmosphere, engulfed by your own leaking affections. You return not too long after, to see Jaemin leaning back on one of the chairs, his phone pressed to his cheek.

“What do you mean you’re not coming now?” his voice comes out in a low tone. “That’s not helping!”

Jaemin’s cheeks gradually turn pink at whatever the voice through the phone says. “No, you don’t understand. That won’t help!”

“Yes…I still get butterflies, Renjun- why are you laughing? It’s true- it’s not that cheesy!”

You think hard about Jaemin’s declaration, so much that you forget you’re holding a bag of stuff and almost trip into to the hall. Jaemin perks up at your sudden entrance and while you rub the back of your head sheepishly, Jaemin rushes to you and holds the bag.

“Turns out Renjun isn’t coming, after all,” he informs you.

“Oh, that’s okay.”

Jaemin adorns a broad smile as you try finishing up the extra details with him, and you don’t notice the soft looks he gives you every time you’re so focused, your tongue pokes out or when you try your hardest to scrutinise every corner of the hall.

“What’s this for?” you point at the stack of Valentine’s Day themed post-its in Jaemin’s hand.

“It’s for people to write what they love most about themselves. Or what they think is the best thing about them.”

“That’s nice,” you smile.

Jaemin takes out a pen to scribble something and sticks it on the wall beside you. You squint to read it (“My handwriting isn’t even that bad!”) but you only find your name written with a heart drawn beside it.

“Because you’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” Jaemin winks.

You hit your forehead against the back of your hand, and despite the cheesiness, your cheeks heat up at the look of glee Jaemin gives you.

Jaemin walks you home with the setting sun tracing your footsteps. You don’t speak all that much, like you do when you’re comfortable, but at moments like these, you wish you could hold his hand or do all the things you aren’t allowed. The shape of his lips change with each expression he makes, still rosy and looking soft despite how chapped they are, and his cheeks glow with a residual pink from running out of the hall and the honey in his eyes you get to see when faces you leave a sweet taste in your mouth. It’s difficult to not stare at Na Jaemin. Sometimes, you wonder how all his features came together to create something so incredibly lovely, something so Jaemin. When you reach, he thanks you, tells you to wear something pink, and runs back towards his own place after waving a quick goodbye.

You enter the party to find some additions by Jeno and Renjun like the fairy lights and a huge banner saying ‘Welcome!’ with a lot of unnecessary hearts. There’s also doodles which suspiciously resemble you and Jaemin which you wouldn’t have noticed unless Renjun specifically pointed them out to you. Oh, how you wish you could deck someone in the face in public.

It’s actually enjoyable being there, though. People did write the notes, you notice when you see the wall almost filled with fluttery pink notes, Jaemin’s one lost in the bunch. Most of the guests are engaged in their own little world or shoving snacks into their mouths—an accurate representation of what Valentine’s Day is like around the world. The place isn’t overwhelmingly pink, there are mostly different shades of it, sure, but they remind you of Jaemin and the effort he put in.

People have unanimously decided the dress code is pink and while you couldn’t find anything suitable in your wardrobe, you ended up with the pink beret Jaemin gave you for your birthday last year. Speaking of whom, you don’t see him anywhere for a good ten minutes after arriving, mostly following Renjun and Jeno around to help them set the chocolates at the snacks table, or eating said chocolates at the snacks table. Donghyuck makes a face at the old love songs playing as soon as he enters the hall and brings his phone to undoubtedly change it to some other weird playlist.

You find Jaemin in a pink corduroy jacket, surrounded by a bunch of people from uni, looking a little more than flustered. His hair looks soft albeit a little messy although he must have styled it before coming, and overall, his presence seems to be the core of the celebrations. He looks like an angel when he meets eyes with you, and the hearts your brain makes you see floating around him don’t help.

Jaemin excuses himself with a polite smile and jogs over to you, wreathed in smiles. You smile back and there’s an unexpected silence before either of you speak.

“You look cute,” Jaemin points to the pink beret.

“Th-thanks,” you manage to say through the sudden awkwardness.

Before Jaemin can say anything else, he’s pulled by the arm by some guy who points to a girl looking shy in the corner. You can already tell she’s going to confess her undying love for Jaemin and while you know he’s going to reject her with the sweetest no, you wish you had that kind of confidence too. If you tell him, would he laugh at you? Would he even grace you with his sweet ‘no’?

The ‘what if’s swirl around your head and you take a seat at the corner of the hall. Suddenly, all you see are people in love—people tucking flowers in their partners hair, or talking while holding each other’s hands, or showing affection in simple acts of kisses or hugs or feeding each other. They all have someone to belong to, someone to protect, to cherish, to experience things with.

“Hey.”

You look to your side to see Jaemin already sitting beside you, a curious look on his face. You push your feelings aside to shoot him a playful smile.

“Broke another heart, Jaemin?”

Jaemin’s cheeks turn as pink as the streamers and you almost instantly regret saying that.

“I felt bad,” he starts but trails off.

“I know,” you reassure him. Jaemin isn’t paying a whole lot of attention, though, and you think maybe you should tell him too. You should tell him that you’ve liked him since high school, when he found you hiding from your friends on your birthday to prevent getting caked in the face, you liked him when he offered to walk you home the first time, you liked him when he told you he’s relieved that you’re both going to the same college. You like him when he’s thinking quietly, you like him when he says something stupid to annoy you, and you feel like you’ll like him endlessly with every passing second you spend with him—every passing second that pronounces the voice of his existence.

“Jaemin.”

“Yes?”

“We’re friends, right? How would you feel about being more than friends?” you rush through your words, getting redder by the second. You’re not one subject to impulsive actions, but maybe, maybe Na Jaemin is an exception to this too. His lips are pressed into a thin line, pink with the chapstick you had bought him a long time ago.

“What?”

No. You’re not saying that again. If you have to, you’ll pretend this conversation never happened.

“You like me?” Jaemin freezes, his eyes scanning your face for a response.

“I- uh- yeah. Wow. That wasn’t how I was planning to tell you. I mean, there were chocolates in the initial plan.”

“Are you kidding me?” You flinch at the sudden rise of his tone. “We could have been going out all this time?!”

“Huh?”

“I wouldn’t have had to do all this.”

“What?”

“In my defence, this wasn’t my idea,” Jaemin makes a sour expression.

You didn’t expect planning for a party to be your friends’ grand idea to get you and Jaemin together, and you don’t know how that works either. While that was a total failure, the dawning realization that maybe you’re not spending this Valentine’s alone makes your heartbeat quicken and your face warm.

“Will you go to the café with me this Saturday?” Jaemin smiles the brightest of smiles at you.

“I’m not having your poison coffee.”

“You ruined a perfectly nice moment.”

You smile and lean forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder, both of you shaking with silent laughter.

“Let’s leave before Donghyuck shoots us another look,” Jaemin tells you, taking hold of your hand and glaring at the sudden change of music.

The skies are pretty (or are you saying that because you’re happy?) and even more so when the late afternoon paints it orange and pink.

“You’re mine? You’re really mine?” Jaemin asks when you’re outside the gates.

You nod as you try to process the words yourself, a slow red rising in your cheeks.

Jaemin smiles the warmest smile before leaning in to peck your cheek. It’s a simple gesture—couples do it often, but it leaves your cheeks burning red and hot more than ever. Calling yourself a couple doesn’t make it any better, neither does the way Jaemin looks at you, or his fingers playing with yours.

Jaemin leans in again, and right when you feel his breath on your lips, he pulls back, shaking his head. When you continue looking at him with doe eyes, he laughs.

“That’s for Saturday,” he says, “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

There’s a lot to look forward to on Saturday, you think. Besides the fact that it’s a weekend, you’re going out with Jaemin, someone who you thought you’d never be able to ask out. Someone who makes your heart explode into stardust but someone who puts it at ease.

There’s a lot to look forward to on Saturday. Cheaper chocolates, your choice of coffee, Jaemin’s lips—all of them, at the top of your list of favourite things.

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vsullivan · 5 years

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Lucky 7 | Steve Harrington x Reader - pt. 2

WARNING I haven’t finished season 3 yet, I’m on chapter 7 and am savoring the episodes so I’m trying not to binge them. But I’ll be writing more don’t worry! Sorry if I make plot errors. Also, I want to make it a point not to really describe Seven’s physical appearance (other than clothes, and I’ll probably make references of her having hair but not really describing the haircut), I feel like leaving it ambiguous really helps readers envision how they want Seven to look and I want everyone to feel included :^)

Father had made it very clear to her that these memories she’s seen are not her own. They are not hers to act on, nor hers to replicate. She is simply recounting these scenes and relaying them back to the men in white coats. And for a long, long time, she complied to these rules.

Chapter 2: Mall Trip

Another power of hers that Father discovered was the ability to force others to perform actions against their will or knowledge – just from a simple gaze. As she does to view memories, she can grasp that tendril and give the individual tasks that they will execute without question. She had not realized this discovery caused others to become wearier around her, for Father was an expert of concealing the truth. However, she did notice that she was forced to wear her eye mask more often, and the men in white coats began to wear sunglasses during experiments. When she asked the reason why, Father simply stated “For your safety.” She didn’t question it.

After her first successful attempt of controlling someone’s actions, similar experiments were thrown in amongst the usual memory exploration. She’d been told to make someone tie their shoes when they were wearing sandals; to make a bald man to brush the hair he did not have – simple tasks that would be unusual for the individual to do of their own will. Eventually, she grew bored of these experiments, and when she expressed this she was scolded and harshly dragged to her room.

When she was alone, she sometimes dreams of having a family who hug and smile at her without that layer of fabric that prevents her from seeing those eyes full of love and arms that stretch out to embrace her. She would use the faces of mothers and fathers she’d seen in others’ memories, of siblings and cousins, aunts and uncles, all to dream of her having the same simple life. She began to envy family life of individuals’ whose minds she explored.

And when she grew older, she began to envy their freedom.

Seven already accomplished her first task of begging Hops to borrow his ride to the mall. It was a struggle each time, because despite him having taught her to drive a vehicle, the thought of her, without a license or any real identification whatso-damn-ever, scares the pure hell out of him. However, those puppy eyes get him every time, and he always winds up tossing her the keys, a frown on his face as he warns her to “Don’t kill yourself, my car, or others. In that order.” That makes her smile every time too.

Once, Seven met Steve and Nancy’s ex friends from highschool. The girl, who had a pretty face but a nasty mouth, commented on how ‘good will’ Seven’s outfit was. At first, she didn’t know what that meant. Her response was to smile and utter a thanks, while the ex-friend’s face contorted into a look of confusion. The male who accompanied her snickered, eyeing Seven up before stating “Cute, but yeah, you look piss poor.” At that, Seven’s smile fell and she noted how Nancy’s gaze turned heated as she stared at the two degrading her new friend.

“Let’s go.” Nancy said as she took ahold of Seven’s wrist, guiding her away from the mocking that ensued as she was pulled away. “Have fun with Nancy The Slut Wheeler, hobo.” The male shouted after them, and Seven’s couldn’t stop herself from turning back to meet the boy’s gaze. She grasped ahold of that tendril, and next thing you know he poured the slushy he’d been holding over his head and slinging the remnants on his companion who squealed in response.

“What the fuck, Tommy!?” Once Seven looked away the boy snapped back to his senses. He made an “Oof” sound as he was smacked in the gut. “I-I don’t know, what just happened?” He stumbled over his words, the girl beside him began to berate him as he fumbled over how to explain what the hell just happened.

Wiping the blood dripping from her nose, Seven smiled as she listened to the two’s heated discourse, knowing full well Nancy had the same little smirk as she continued to drag Seven away from the scene.

From that day on, she never thought to change her wardrobe. Not only did she not have any money aside from the spare change Hops would give her to treat El to some snacks and pizza, but she really liked her oversized sweaters and faded denim jeans, thank you. Sometimes she did wonder if Steve also thought she looked like she’d come ‘straight outta good will,’ but he’s never given any indication that he did. In fact, he once complimented her on one of her father’s old leather jackets she’d worn to one of the group’s monster hunting meetings. She would never not appreciate Hops’ hand-me-downs, even if they were way too damn big. She made downsizing her clothes a hobby anyways.

With that notion, she didn’t bother to change her outfit before hopping into the car and starting her drive to the mall. As always, she drove five miles under the speed limit – something Hops trained her to do. However, she always wondered why the cars behind her honked sporadically and drove only a centimeter distance between their vehicle and her own. When she asked her dad he said, “Don’t worry about it, they’re the ones that wind up in the ditch.” And because she didn’t want to wind up in a ditch, she sometimes drove another five miles below when the road was crowded. For some reason, this made even more honks sound in the distance.

She parked as far away from the building as possible, fearing someone might scratch the car up – or something that would undoubtedly get Hops’ panties in a twist. Turning off the engine, Seven sighed, anxiety had been building the whole ride there – and not solely because of the stream of honks that followed her during the drive. She threw her head back against the seat, her heart pounding as she envisioned the same chipper grin he’d given her the beginning of the summer, despite the red of his cheeks that she later discovered was a result of embarrassment. The kids told her that he was embarrassed of his uniform, but she herself thought it was adorable – she’d never seen that kind of outfit before, and really didn’t know what a sailor was until someone explained. When he first shouted “Ahoy, young lady.” Her eyebrows furrowed and struggled finding the words to respond with. When Steve’s face flushed an even brighter red, the kids she’d came with snickered.

She closed her eyes and spoke a silent promise to herself; I will not embarrass myself. I will not embarrass Steve. I will not be the cause of Robin calling him a dingus. As a matter of fact, I will not go in the store. Her eyelids then fluttered open, finally grabbing onto the handle of the car door and getting out the mini sauna it quickly became under the summer sun.

Marching to the automated glass door of the building, something that still fascinated her to this day (although this time she did not feel compelled to step in and out of the building to entertain herself for thirty minutes before Hops found and asked her what the hell she was doing). Her pace quickened as she strode across the brightly lit store fronts, her eyes staring straight ahead. Her mission was Scoop’s Ahoy, and it wasn’t long before she neared the neon ice cream signs and slowed her pace.

Wanting to relish her drive-by, she slowly carried herself across the space, side eying the interior of the store. A frown found its way to her lips when she didn’t see that beautiful big head she’d come all the way here to see. Actually, no one was at the counter. Disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach as she passed the storefront all together. Sighing, her pace slowed even more as her gaze drifted to the floor. That is, before she her name being called.

“Hey, Sev!” She recognized that voice as Robin’s. Looking up, said girl strode to her, a big grin on full display. “Come to see your favorite dingus?” She winked, causing Seven’s face to heat up. “N-No, I-“ She stammered, “I-I was just passing by.” Robin hummed as an eyebrow of hers perked up. “Oh really, where were you heading exactly?” It took more seconds than it should have for Seven to come up with an excuse, for she really didn’t know any of the names of the other stores in the mall – she hadn’t even been in any aside from Scoop’s.

Robin giggled at Seven’s struggle, a knowing look present in her gaze. Seven didn’t even need to grasp a tendril to know what the girl was thinking. “Right-“ She cooed, the playfulness in her tone rising drastically. “Well, I had just gone off the girl’s room, but now I gotta get back to work.” She then stepped forward and turned her head back to Seven. “You know, the dingus is here too. Why don’t you come say hi?” She winked once more before scurrying back into the store, likely a tad late after her extended break.

Seven’s stomach flipped repeatedly, knowing Robin would undoubtedly declare her presence to Steve. The mischievous teen would likely tell him that Seven seemed to want to come to Scoop’s Ahoy specifically, and she worried if she didn’t show then he’d wonder if she didn’t want to see him – which she did, very much so, but also didn’t want him to think she wanted to very much so. Oof, she really needs to work on how to counter Robin’s tricks.

Taking a breath, Seven exhaled as she leaned her shoulder against the nearest wall. She might as well get it over with. Then, she lifted herself and took her time walking towards the neon signs once more. Her heart was racing as she turned her head to peek in, and she was instantly greeted with the big grin on Robin’s face and a head of hair with a white little sailor’s cap on top sticking out from behind an ice cream display shelf.

She watched as her friend said something Seven couldn’t hear over to the same sailor hat wearing figure looming next to her. Next thing you know, Steve’s pretty face came into view, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he spotted Seven still peeping inside. Her stomach was doing summersaults as she dared to step into the store, but his smile still coaxed her in. Once she was near the counter, he rejoiced, “Ahoy there, pretty lady.” He spoke, her face flushing at the compliment and her heart racing from just being within the same room as him. “You too.” She said too quickly, immediately regretting her choice of words as her blush spread.

However, it seems as if he’s gotten better used to her anxiousness. “Why thank you,” His eye contact never faltering. “My bad day just got better.” She smiled and added, “Why’s that?” Robin snickered then, shaking her head as she began looking over the register. Steve threw his coworker a quick scowl before turning back to Seven, the smile back on his handsome face. “Well, seeing a pretty girl like you always gets me back into the swing of things.” Seven’s smile grew wider, and he noted to himself that he needed to compliment her directly, otherwise it goes right over her pretty little head.

“You made my day better too.” She added, now picking at the buttons of her shirt to try and relieve some of that nervous energy. “Oh really,” He quirked a brow, “You know how this day could get even better?” She picked her head up from where they were focused on her anxious fingers to that endearing set of brown eyes that looked back at her. “What?” She asked sweetly. “If you would be so kind as to accompany me to a movie at-“ Suddenly, the shout of his name caused Steve to look past her, Seven turning to see too.

A set of pearly white teeth, curly brown hair, and what seemed to be a boy scout uniform greeted them as the boy waltzed his way right up to the counter next to Seven. It took Steve a moment to double back to reality, slightly annoyed by the interruption, but he couldn’t stop the grin from forming as he shouted “Henderson! I missed you buddy.” Seven smiled as she watched the two reunite. Hugs ensued before Dustin turned to give Seven a hug of her own. “Missed you too, Sev.” He said, and she smiled. “Same her.” She stated, not noticing the way Steve looked at her and younger boy – a mix of contentment and slight, and I mean very slight, jealousy written on his features. He’ll have to get back at the little shithead for interrupting him asking out the girl he’s been trying to score a date with for nearly a year.

Sensing that she should probably leave to let the boys catch up, she backed away and cleared her voice. “I’m really happy to see you again, Dustin.” The boy grinned at her before she turned to look at both Steve and Robin. “And you two, but I guess I should get going.” Steve nearly sputtered as she turned to walk away, Dustin throwing him a bamboozled look as the older boy nearly toppled over the counter to reach out to her.

“Oh, wait uh, hey!” He called out, causing Seven to stop in her tracks. Steve swallowed nervously as he watched her look at him in surprise. “Do you, do you-“ It took him a moment to think, “Uh, want to go with the movies with me tonight?” He said, a nervous smile gracing his lips. “It’s a comedy!” He added, and she smiled back at him, and he braced himself for another round of anxious rejection she always served him.

However, this time nothing stopped her from saying what she always wanted to. “Of course,” She stated simply, “What time?” Don’t be fooled, her heart is about to burst from how fast its beating and she even surprised herself with how she so easily accepted his proposal. His eyes widened, bewilderment adorned his face from the surprise acceptance as his brain scrambled to answer back.

“Hm, how about 7?” He grinned, mentally patting himself on the back at his smooth recovery. She nodded quickly, this time she knew better than to answer back as if he was saying her name instead of a time. “That’d be great!” Hearing that, he had to resist the ‘hell yeah’ that resounded in the back of his mind as he said, “I’ll pick you up around 6:40 then.” She nodded once more, sealing the deal and neither of them could be happier.

“Wow, so you finally got that date, huh?” Dustin sounded once Seven had left the store, his arms crossed as he watched Steve continue to stare in the direction in which she left even after she’d already disappeared. “Uh, um, yeah.” He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his good friend who seemed annoyed, yet happy for him at the same time. “I’m impressed,” Robin suddenly stepped in, apparently Steven hadn’t notice her go in the back and get the white marker board that presented “You Suck, and You Rule” on either side.

There were at least 10 tally marks on the side of “You Suck,” all of which indicated how many times he’s tried and failed to get Seven to go out with him. But now, finally, he watched as Robin slowly opened a marker and mark that first tally under “You Rule.” She smirked as she put the cap back on.

“Now let’s see how many more you can get, if any.”

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bonjour-hi, here is a fic i’ve been working on for the past MONTH. it was never supposed to be the thing for m2 day, but since it took forever to get done, here it is now.

this was supposed to be a one part short thing, but then it grew and grew and grew and now it’s a 2 pat 24 page behemoth.

the worst is that the og idea was based on ONE LINE OF DIALOGUE. can you find/guess which line of dialogue it was???

anyways. the thing in [] is not the translation of the first part of the title. you can either figure it out or google it!

also this is canon and i hope you all like a giant heap of SOFT with lot’s of FUZZIES. because that is exactly what this is.

part 2 will be posted later today.

Keesha Kee Taen [You’ve Changed]

February 2020

Business had sent Edward out east for a few days and he thought for sure that he’d beat the snowstorm back home, but another weather pattern coming west found him stranded in Montreal. He was offered a voucher for a nearby hotel, but Edward politely declined it and said he’d stay with a friend. Then, to play it safe, he’d booked the last flight out the following day, in case the storm persisted and the first flights would be cancelled – that and the fact that he didn’t want to rush back to the airport so soon.

Only then did he call Étienne to let him know that he was stranded in the city for a few hours and would it be okay for him to crash over. (And only after Étienne had asked him if he had a place to stay. Afterwards, once Étienne had reassured him that it was more than fine and that he could crash anytime, did he let Calvin know what was happening.)

The cab ride over had been longer than usual, due to the weather, the never ending snow that fell in thick, fat, flakes, the wind gusts that created squalls and the bumper to bumper traffic, and Edward was bone tired and weary. Between time zones, being stuck in an airplane and then an airport, he was famished, exhausted and he simply wanted to bury his face in a pillow and not resurface for many days.

Still, when he finally arrived to Étienne’s place, he was relieved at the familiar sight of the door that hadn’t changed and Étienne’s place that had remained the same. He was only a little surprised when his friend threw open the door before he could properly ring the doorbell and then proceeded to launch himself in his arms, nearly toppling them over down the few steps and into the accumulating snow. Luckily, Edward was well versed in this method of greeting and was able to prevent them from such an unfortunate cascade.

And oh, how he’d missed this lunatic of his.

(His warmth, his smile, the sound of his laughter, the feel of his arms around him...)

Étienne had ushered him in, talking a mile a minute, asking question over question, as he helped Edward out of his coat, hat, scarf, mittens, boots, and extra sweater. Étienne took the carryon bag out of Edward’s hands and instead wrapped him up in another tight hug that lasted much longer, now that they were inside and out of the blistering cold. Edward was reminded, and not for the first time, that Étienne gave really exceptional hugs and he only let go when his friend stepped back.

Edward had asked Étienne, for what felt like the millionth time, if this was okay – if Étienne didn’t have better plans and things to do, but Étienne had assured him that it was fine, that he was more than thrilled to have him over and that anything else he may or may not have planned could wait and was not as exciting as having him over, even if for a few hours. (And leave it to Étienne to put everything aside just for him, like he’d often done in the past, and how was it that he’d never noticed before? He still remembered the times when Étienne had greeted him at the airport, all those years ago, when he’d pick him up and bring him back – when Étienne’s whole face lit up when he saw him walk through the arrivals gate.)

If Edward’s heart did a funny twist at that, well that was between him and his heart.

They caught up, Edward finally getting a chance to answer Étienne’s long list of questions as his friend grabbed him by the hand and led him further inside his place, past the living room where Étienne had clearly been lounging in before, if Edward was to judge by the muted television and the pile of blankets on the couch, to the kitchen, where Étienne ordered Edward to sit, while he bustled away to warm up some leftovers for him. Edward tried to protest, to say he didn’t want to trouble him, but his stomach rumbled loudly and Étienne declared that he didn’t want to hear none of it and that it was the least he could do.

Edward took this opportunity to glance around Étienne’s place and noted a few changes here and there, while Étienne chatted to him across the room as he took dishes out of the refrigerator. The walls had been painted over, were now a nice cream colour, making the room brighter, and look larger. The television set in the living room was new, but despite the new furniture, there were still some elements Edward remembered from his last visit here, such as one particular coffee table and the bookcases in the living room. Edward was surprised to see one of Étienne’s paintings on the wall, considering his friend had always dismissed his own talent, and when he asked, Étienne simply told him that it was temporary, while he looked for something better.

Étienne returned to the kitchen table shortly afterwards, carrying a myriad of different leftovers to him as he apologised for not having anything else. They sat across from one another, as Edward ate, telling him that it was fine and better than anything he could have gotten at the airport, and continued filling Étienne in on his travels. It was easy conversation and Étienne sat, full attention on him, and Edward remembered just how intense that green-brown gaze could be when it was focused on him. How intelligent and attentive it was and how it didn’t miss a beat or a movement. Étienne had a way of making him feel as though he was the center of his attention and it had taken him a long while to get used to it. He felt important, under that gaze, and just when he thought he was boring his friend with trivial talk of smart cities or the latest development in green energy, Étienne would ask a question, or make a comment proving to him that he was keeping up and Edward’s fears would vanish.

It had been like this before and Edward was glad it hadn’t changed.

It was afterwards that Étienne asked him if he wanted to shower and change into something more comfortable. Edward agreed and changed into a borrowed pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, too lazy to rummage through his hastily packed bag what felt like lifetimes ago. If anything, the clothes smelled of Étienne, the shower woke him up some and for once, the slightly overheated apartment felt nice (for now).

It was finally how he’d found himself tucked away in Étienne’s arms, half-laying on his friend on the same sofa he’d walked by earlier, while Étienne played with his hair or rubbed his back. It was late, he was tired, but Étienne was a welcome reprieve from his harried day and he didn’t want to call it over just yet.

They’d exchanged kisses, slow and soft, not leading to anything and it had been oh so lovely. It had reminded Edward of those nice times from before, where it had seemed like all Étienne wanted to do in the world was spend time wrapped around him, simply being and enjoying his presence. It had always taken him by surprise and he’d always deflected, writing it off as Étienne being a tactile person who craved contact, until he’d found out that Étienne really did just want to be with him. (And it really was a shame he had spent all those years worrying that he was imagining things and that it was all in his head.) It felt the same now, as they pulled away every now and again from a languid kiss to smile and pick up their conversation from where they left off, before they would start all over again and Edward could spend a lifetime like this, he knew.

There was no pressure, no need to do anything more than this, to simply be together and know that it was fine and that this is what they wanted. (Edward had asked earlier, to be sure, and Étienne had admitted that this was nice and that there would be time, later, if they wanted to do anything else, unless Edward wanted to, but Edward had assured him that no – this was lovely. And so Étienne had smiled at him, Edward’s breath had caught somewhere in his chest, and instead, he had kissed his friend again, because he could – because it felt right and because there were still times when words failed him and actions could convey what he felt better.)

The television was still muted and Edward was content, here in Étienne’s arms. It was crazy to him to think that he could have this – that with some strange turn of luck he could have and love both Calvin and Étienne – that somehow or other, they were willing to navigate this arrangement to make it work. If someone would have told him, before, some, fifty or so years ago, that this would happen to him, that he would get to be happy, he would have never believed them. And yet, here he was, in his beloved’s arms, happy and safe (so safe). (Was it weird that Étienne had always been safe for him? That even at his worst – even when they’d been on their binges, trying to quiet the hurt and the anger inside of them – when they’d tried to self-destruct from the inside, Étienne had always been a beacon of light – his safe haven through it all?)

It was nice – it was nice that they could still have this, that despite everything they said, everything they did (and everything they didn’t say and didn’t do) that they could still have this – still give it a go and work at it, despite everything. Edward supposed it had to be one advantage to their long lives – that they could get second chances to try again – to know that they were on the same page. And even though there were times when he feared that this wouldn’t work out, that he was in it way over his head, he would get a message from Étienne and he would know that it was worth it, that they were in this together, and that they would work at figuring it out together.

“You know,” Étienne interrupted, sometime later, and it could have been days and months and maybe even years later, for all that Edward cared, but he rose his head a little to look at his friend’s face, wondering what was on his mind, “No one would believe you if you told them all we did was cuddle and kiss on my old couch,” He laughed at that, a small soft thing that rumbled through his chest and that made Edward want to hold him even closer and cherish him for as long as Étienne would let him.

“You’ve spent far too long cultivating a certain image of yourself for anyone who doesn’t really know you to believe that you’re an actual softy underneath it all,” Edward teased, poking at his chest, and it made Étienne laugh again. Edward smiled to himself, pleased with the outcome, but he stuttered when Étienne took his hand and brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss to it. Étienne didn’t say anything about the blush on his cheeks and instead pulled him back down.

“It’s okay – I prefer it that way; I’d rather have only those I want know the real me,” Edward knew – and he’d found out the hard way about that. For so long he had doubted. For so long he had wondered. At least he knew now. At least, now, he knew about these complicated sides of Étienne and what they meant (or didn’t mean). At least he was better versed in the persona and the authentic to know where he stood. Even if it had cost them twenty years and almost their friendship as well. Better late than never, and such, he supposed.

“I missed you,” Étienne said, quiet, almost as if speaking to himself, taking Edward out of his thoughts and the comment did all sorts of funny things to his insides, just like it had before. It still surprised him (and maybe it always would) that Étienne could miss him – that someone like Étienne could want to spend time with – and miss – someone like him. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but it wasn’t how the story normally went. Étienne could have anyone he wanted and yet all he wanted was a quiet evening at home with Edward.

“At least it’s easier now – we have cell phones and video calls and whatever else; it’s almost as if we’re in the same space,” He held on to Étienne a little tighter, fingers dancing on the hairs of his arm that were exposed from the rolled up sweater sleeve, furrowing his face deeper into Étienne’s soft body. He’d missed him too. A lot. So much. And at first he’d hated how much he’d missed him, when he was convinced Étienne didn’t want anything to do with him. He’d hated how much he’d hurt, believing Étienne had tossed him aside and moved on when it seemed he couldn’t – even when things got better for him. Even when Calvin showed up. (He’d hated it even more then, because he really had no reason to miss Étienne. Calvin was good. Calvin, too, had become safe for him, so why was it that his mind craved the affection of another as well? It had taken him a while to figure out he missed the friendship, a longer one to realise that maybe he still had unsettled feelings as well. It was still overwhelming and exhilarating to believe this was all real and that he could have it. No strings attached. Simple and easy. He was a fucking lucky guy. He missed him a little less now, if only because he could speak with Étienne and see him, but there were still times when he wished the distance wasn’t so big.)

“Yeah, I guess, but – this is better,” The quiet admission was enough for Edward to disentangle himself ever so – enough to press another kiss to Étienne’s plush lips and to let Étienne pull him down closer, to card a hand through his tousled hair and wrap him even more in his body. To take what he could and savour it, knowing that come tomorrow he would be heading back and the next time they could do this was up in the air.

They settled back after a few heated kisses, not wanting to get too carried away, comfortable here, enjoying the moment for what it was and Edward resumed his post with his head on Étienne’s chest, listening to the careful beat of his heart as it lulled him.

Their conversation drifted in and out with no particular direction, one moment reminiscing about an old collective memory, the following sharing about the latest thing that was going on in their respective city, before they would quiet down again. Edward could fall asleep like this; he was already tired and Étienne’s steady hand running up and down his spine only helped ease him further down. He was warm. And comfortable. And he felt loved. There wasn’t much more he needed.

“I love you,”

The words broke the cozy silence and for one moment, Edward thought he’d misheard – or imagined the words, so quietly had they been spoken. He raised his head gently and found Étienne looking at him, cheeks pinked and eyes bright. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard the words. That had been over the summer, in the middle of the forest with a thundering waterfall and his own ricocheting heart as witnesses. They’d spoken about this afterwards – about their feelings, which was a novel thing they did and it had done them both some good. To finally let everything out once and for all. They’d been honest and had agreed to figure it out and work at it. And they were making strides towards it – big ones at it too, but this love thing was still relatively new (at least out in the open) and even though Étienne was more open with him about his feelings and such, Edward knew that his friend was still trying to figure out this whole love thing. He knew of Étienne’s past failures with love and the scars it had left on his soul. He knew of Étienne’s fears around it and that he had a complicated relationship with it. At least now, he knew – and at least now, he knew how to better read Étienne and notice Étienne’s own way of letting him know that he loved and appreciated him – that they wanted the same things. (And he wondered, every time, how utterly blind he had been for not realising sooner, but he knew not to dwell too much on it – there had been enough causes and doubt in both of them.)

He’d heard the words again, sparsed out here and there over phone calls, video sessions and whatnot. He parroted them back whenever Edward said them out loud and Edward cherished each and every utterance of them. Every letter Étienne still sent him now was signed with love and Étienne ended a text conversation with a heart emoji, but so far, he’d never been the first to say the words.

It wasn’t as if Edward was saying them all the time and every time he did Étienne replied in some variation of his own in kind – letting him know as much as reassuring him that Edward wasn’t imagining things, or in too deep, but this was the first time Étienne told him unprompted.

This was the first time Étienne said I love you first and Edward wanted to embrace the other man, kiss him silly and cry into the crook of his neck all at the same time.

Étienne was rewarded with the brightest smile he’d probably ever seen on Edward’s face and he had to look away for a moment, heat in his cheeks, not really regretting what he had just said, but feeling too much from that smile and that look. Edward should always look like that – happy and radiant. (He hoped he could put that look on his face again. He hoped he could put that look on his face for the rest of his unnaturally long never ending life.)

(And the problem was he did love Edward. A whole damn lot. Too much at times. And he didn’t know what to do with these emotions or how to process them. Sometimes, it felt as though his heart wanted to beat out of his chest. As though even if he shouted it from the rooftops it wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to hold onto to Edward and never let him go, while simultaneously tell anyone and everyone he met that this was the man that had stolen his heart (and would he please take care of it). He loved Edward more than he could handle it and it frightened as much as exhilarated him. (It used to just frighten him – because he was bound to fuck this wonderful thing up – and he had, in some way he had – but now he had a second chance and he wanted to do it right.)

Edward looked at him as though he was the most precious thing in the world and Étienne wondered, not for the first time, what exactly he had ever done to deserve any of this (and what it was Edward had ever seen in him.) He buried his face in Edward’s shoulder, letting the warmth of his skin settle him and his own words of love calm his nerves. He would never tire of feeling this way, he knew, and he hoped he could have this for a good while longer.

“I wish you could stay longer,” He managed to say when he trusted his voice wouldn’t betray his emotions. Edward wrangled them about so that they could be facing each other, parenthesis on his couch, and Étienne leaned into Edward’s hand when he brought it up to caress his cheek. He sighed, some tension in his body leaving, as his friend placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“I know, but at least we get this – and I’m only a tap away, you know,” He did – know, but this was always so much nicer than the phone calls and the letters, the text messages and the video chats. Here, Edward was tangible and real, he could touch and feel and kiss and hug to his heart’s content. He could read every expression that played on Edward’s face and not wonder if he was stringing him along or taking pity on him. Here, he could ground himself with Edward’s presence and drink in the sight of him, even if only for a few hours. He knew Edward was right – knew he should be thankful for the terrible weather and for this otherwise unplanned visit, but as always, he still wanted more.

“Promise I’ll come back,” Edward murmured for him and him only. Étienne took Edward’s wrist in his own hand and pulled him ever closer, before he kissed him once more, because he could – because he wanted to – and because he didn’t know when he’d next be able to.

Eventually, Edward grew even sleepier and after one too many yawns he tried to hide behind his head, Étienne declared that it was late enough and that they should get some rest. Edward tried protesting, but his argument died on his lips when Étienne helped him rise to his feet and led him towards the bedrooms.

They hadn’t shared a bed since last summer and it seemed they both realised that fact at the same time when Étienne stopped steps away from his bedroom and the guestroom, as if unsure where to proceed, not wanting to push Edward and not wanting to assume either.

“The sheets in the guestroom are clean, if you want,” He mumbled and Edward recognised that nervous tick of Étienne’s he did with his fingers where he wrapped and twisted them around the fabric of his shirt, foot fidgeting and eyes looking anywhere but at him. Edward thought it was endearing, to some extent, and he reached for Étienne’s hands to steady them, before he bore holes in his shirt and to let him know that he didn’t need to worry, regardless of where it was he wanted to sleep. Even if Étienne wanted to do something and he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t judge his friend and he hoped that with time, Étienne wouldn’t fret about it as much.

“We can always share... if you want...” Edward suggested, suddenly feeling a little shy himself. He was fine with giving Étienne space, if that’s what he wanted, but he would much prefer having him close and snuggling up to him. To be able to hold him, kiss him good night and then good morning. Wake up beside him and watch the morning light play across his face. But, maybe he was thinking too far ahead once more and it would be best not to rock the boat, so to speak.

“No, that’s fine – I mean, yeah we can share, but only if you’re okay with that!” Étienne was quick to reassure him. Edward laughed and took Étienne’s hand before walking into his friend’s room.

Étienne turned the lights on and Edward took a moment to observe the room. It seemed the entire apartment had been repainted and Étienne’s room had not been an exception. The decor had changed some, but he was somewhat relieved to find some old staples from before, such as some of Étienne’s hockey memorabilia dispersed here and there. Who would have thought that a signed framed photograph of an old Habs great would ever bring him comfort? His friend told him to get comfortable, while he went to change (maybe to buy himself some time and get his nerves under control, who knew) and so Edward slipped under the covers and settled in.

The bed was still as comfortable and the pillows were as plush as he recalled, even if they were new, and he supposed Étienne had always been a creature of comfort. He sunk in, pulling only some of the covers over him, not needing as many as Étienne did and let out a content sigh.

Étienne returned shortly afterwards and laughed as he walked into his room. Edward gave him a puzzled look, but Étienne shook his head as joined him in bed, “It’s just that, you took my side,” he told him as he removed his glasses and placed them on the night table.

Edward gave him a curious look at that, disbelief written all over his face, “What are you talking about? I always slept on this side of your bed before,” He knew it – he would swear by it, but he always had the side by the window and Étienne the one by the door. They had never talked about it, there had been no Official Discussion, but it was the way it had happened and they had kept to those sides for all the times Edward had visited. Even when Étienne had stayed over, Étienne had taken the side Edward didn’t sleep on and once more there had been no talk about it – it had happened naturally and that had been that. But then, Étienne’s cheeks burned and he looked away, almost as if embarrassed. Even though there was only the bedside lamp turned on, Edward saw the colour rise and then it clicked, “Did you actually switch sides?”

“Don’t give yourself too much credit! It just happened.” The fact that Étienne was defending the change said enough for Edward and he promised himself to properly tease Étienne when he wasn’t so tired. Still, he thought it was endearing and he did wonder how it had come about. Had it been intentional? Had he simply rolled over to the other side one day and then found it better? (Had he missed him and tried to furrow his face in the pillow hoping to catch the scent of someone who hadn’t slept there in far too long? Not that he was talking from experience...)

“Softy,” Edward called him, grinning wolfishly at him.

Étienne took his pillow, hit him with it, before he settled down, and pulled Edward close, “Only for you. So, don’t get any funny ideas.” Edward only mildly protested, but didn’t add anything to it and decided to humour him for now. It was too late to put up a fight and the warmth of the room was making him sleepy. He made himself comfortable, with Étienne holding him close and felt himself drifting off without even trying. Étienne resumed what he’d been doing earlier and ran his hand up and down Edward’s back, content to have him here. In return, Edward’s weight and warmth soothed him and eventually, so did his even breathing.

When he’d returned home from his visit to Edmonton, last summer, it had taken him a good while to come to terms with the fact that this was real and that he hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing. (In truth, it had taken until he had received a text message from Edward to help him realise it. No big fanfare, just a simple message telling him he’d had a lovely time and he was glad they were patching things up. The heart emoji at the end had certainly helped and Étienne had only stared at it with a dopey hopeful smile for about an hour or so.) And yet here he was, months later, Edward sleeping in his arms, and the small yet eternal optimist that somehow or other lived on inside of him dared to dream again.

He looked down slightly, to Edward’s slack jaw and slowly rising and falling chest and he wanted to wrap Edward tightly in his arms, keep him close to his heart, and never let go. He wanted to stop time, just for a moment, long enough for him to catch his breath and fully realise what it was that was happening to him. It was still hard to wrap his head around it all, especially when he’d come to terms with the fact that Edward had moved on, that their friendship was over and that that chapter of his life was over with. But then, somehow or other, by some miracle, probably, they had reconnected and now he could tell Edward how he felt about it and not go into a minor (major) panic over it.

He supposed this whole “admitting to being in love” thing had its perks, but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that. (He wanted to keep it for himself just a little longer – bask in the way it made him feel and let it soothe him when he couldn’t sleep.) Instead, he let out a content little sigh and marvelled at how things had changed.

part II

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #Edward Murphy #étienne maisonneuve #fic #i need a canon tag #2020 and beyond #why work on 2020 when you can jump ahead lamao #monmonton day

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beepbeeprichiellc · 6 years

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How about a moodboard where Richie is your typical bad boy who’s like openly gay and all that. He’s been best friends with a gentle bookworm Eddie since they were little and pretty much know each other like the back of their hand! Soon Eddie gets feelings for Richie and doesn’t know what to do! #reddie

I love soft Eddie, just putting that out there.

The warm aura of the bookstore melted him into his chair,making his knees week and heart swell. His short fingers traced the face of thebook, the engraining like a masterpiece under his touch. There was a smilepulling at the corners of his lips, a light and gentle chuckle rumbling fromhis belly. It had been three weeks, three weeks of waiting for this moment.This had been a special addition, full of author’s notes, alternative characterideas and deeper descriptions that jumped from the pages. While it had cost himnearly an arm and a leg, he couldn’t help but become giddy just by sight alone.He was in love, in love with the most precious thing he could hold in his hand.

“Finally.” He breathed, leaning back in the bookstores café’ssofa, preparing himself for another adventure. After a quick drink form hisfoam coffee cup he opened the pages, the smell of old book wafting its heavenlyscent back into his face. “Perfect. This is perfect.”

“Hey Eds.”

“Fuck.” Eddie choked, jumping out of his skin. Lookingbeside him he noticed his friend, his tattooed skin and all black attirestanding out in the quaint store. “God damn it Richie, you scared me.”

“Well it looked like you were about to orgasm while justsitting here so I decided to get a closer look.” He jeered, a devious grincrossing his face. Eddie’s face flustered, his heart skipping a beat at thesinful words that came from his friend. “Do you mind if I join?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes,clearing his head. “What are you even doing here? How did you know I was here?”

“Because you, Eddie Kaspbrak, I know better than I knowmyself.” He gave a cheeky grin, grabbing hold of the cup in front of his friendand taking a long drink. Eddie cringed. “It’s Friday so your shipment of overlyexpensive books came in. You’re pretty predictable.”

Eddie huffed in annoyance, trying to ignore the flutter inhis stomach as Richie laughed. If anyone had glanced at the two, they wouldwonder how they could even stand each other. They were night and day, yin andyang, dark and light. Richie Tozier hit a grunge phase when he was sixteen,painting his skin with elegant and vibrant tattoos and dressing as if he hatedthe world. Eddie on the other hand looked like he was the softest boy alive. Heloved books, the older the better and his days were typically spent with hisnose in the pages of his next adventure, his oversized sweater swallowing himwhole.

What people couldn’t see at a glance was that they had knowneach other since they were ten, that they had become best friends and over theyears their friendship had overcame everything that ever been thrown at them. Eddiewas sure that, in every other way than the intended meaning, they weresoulmates, although he could never understand why every time they were together,the world became that much brighter.

“I can be unpredictable.”

Richie snorted, an amused smirk growing on his face. “Ohplease.”

“I can!”

“Eddie, I can predict exactly what you’re planning to dotonight. Down to the last second.” He sang, leaning back into the couch. “Afteryour done here, you’re going to go home, order take out, Chinese probably, andbinge watch old episodes of that television series that no one even likes.”

“People like Doctor Who.” Eddie retorted, pursing his lips.

“Face it, you are just predictable. My little book worm doesn’thave impulsive bone in his body. So soft, so cute.” Richie pinched his friend’scheeks, making kissy faces as he did.

Eddie felt his skin burn under the touch, his stomachtwisting into a tight knot. He pulled away, forcing an annoyed look. “You’rewrong.” He pouted, ignoring the feelings in his chest. “I can be impulsive likeyou. We’ve just never been a situation that has allowed it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Richie smirked, leaning in closer than necessary, allowinghis heated breath slide down the back of Eddie’s throat. “Okay Mr. Impulsive,let’s go out tonight. Let’s put you in a situation that calls for you unpredictability.”

“What?”

“That is unless you just want to go ahead and admit I’mright.” Richie mused, running his elegant fingers through his mess of curls andadjusting his glasses along his nose. “Then you can go home, cuddle with yourcat and watch your anticipated show.”

Maybe it was the way Richie’s eyes gazed into his, the humorlaying just behind the endless auburn waters. Maybe it was his crocked smile,his buck teeth just a tad too big for his mouth, resting gently on his bottomlip. Or maybe it was just all that was Richie Tozier, every fiber in his being,every joke in his arsernal. In the end it didn’t matter because Eddie felt aspark ignite in his lower belly, his face pulling back into a challengingscowl. “Fine but when I prove you wrong, you have to do as I say for a week.”

Richie squinted his eyes, his smile faltering for only amoment before he nodded. “Alright.” He sang, sticking out his hand. “Then whenI win you have to do the same.”

Reluctantly Eddie took hold of his friend’s hand, shaking itfirmly sending a shock up his arm. “Deal.

“Oh this is going to be fun.”

#reddie #moodboards #requested #soft!eddie #badass!richie #hehe #this is so cute #i love bookworm eddie #he is so cute #ahhhhh #my heart

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aesthetemyg · 6 years

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The End Of Humanity

Genre : Angst with a little fluff

Pairing : Min Yoongi x Reader

Gender : Genderneutal

Warnings : dark imagery, death, strong language, emotional

Word Count : 19k

Summary : A story about a couple who got into a fight and on the verge of breaking up they were both left heartbroken but all of a sudden they receive an alert on their phone. The world they once knew will be ending. They suddenly feel regret but will they find each other in time.

Author note : this is my first fiction on this website pray for me. Hopefully, this doesn’t suck too much for my first entry into the dark site of Tumblr. I love Yoongi with every organ of my body so this was emotional for me to write .-.

(Creds to owner of the gif)

You anxiously looked at the clock appearing on your phone once again.

3:21 am

Only six minutes from the last time you checked it, the worry was eating you up inside. Where is he? you thought, a million different scenarios were running through your head of the worst possibilities that could have taken place.

You noticed he has been drinking more and not coming home as often as he used to; you didn’t know why. You thought it was due to the stress of his upcoming new comeback, or maybe it was because he was avoiding you. It was breaking your heart to see him like this. You and Yoongi have always worked so well together, you have created so many memories together. You fell in love so deeply for him and you thought he fell deeply for you too but were you wrong?

This past two month you have been drifting further away from him each day. Things have changed, he has changed and for the first time in your relationship you debated if you wanted to continue living your life with him.

Your thoughts were cut short when you hear someone rustling on the door. You recognize the grunts behind the wooden entrance and instantly knew it was Yoongi. His stumbling state stepped into your shared apartment and you could instantly smell the alcohol radiating from him. You were angry, you were fed up with being treated like a doormat so you decided to confront him.

“it is 3am why are you back so late? I was worried” You decided to take the calm approach knowing that shouting at him isn’t going to help the situation. You were already exhausted from waiting for him all night so you didn’t have the energy to fight with him.

“You sound like my mother” he grunts rolling his eyes as he takes off his shoes and moves into the kitchen. His response only fueled your fire as you pushed yourself away from the sofa to follow him into the kitchen.

“Where were you?” You ask ignoring his previous statement. Luckily he looked roughly sober so you knew he could respond in a more conscious manner than what he would do if he was completely drunk. He begins to take a sip of water and sighs in annoyance.

“I was out” he replies bluntly taken another sip, he was looking out the window not even having the courtesy to look at you in the eyes when talking. he looked tired as you notice the bags under his eyes and his abnormal pale skin. his hair was damaged and you could visibly see the dark roots showing against his previous blonde hair.

“You were out?” You chuckle shaking your head “why have you become so cold lately? I have been waiting for you to come home for hours, this is the first time in two months that you have come home not completely drunk. Do you expect me to be okay with that? That I need to deal with your drunk state nearly every day? I’m trying to help you but you keep pushing me away, do you even want to be with me? I just don’t understand Yoongi. We have been happy together for four years I just don’t understand the sudden change in character” you admit your worries to him. You can feel a tear run down your cheek but you don’t bother to wipe it away. Deep inside you, you were hoping Yoongi would wipe the tears that he caused but unfortunately he didn’t.

“For fuck sake y/n! I have fun and drink for a few nights and suddenly you think I don’t want to be with you anymore? You are so fucking clingy, if you can’t handle me working late or getting drunk then maybe we shouldn’t be together!” Yoongi snaps slamming his glass against the kitchen counter, you were taken back from his words, his words hurt like a dagger in the heart.

“Why are you shouting at me for being concerned?! I couldn’t give a shit if you want to go out drinking but if you are doing it consistently for two fucking months and making me look after you when you are hangover then obviously there is a problem. You know what Yoongi, I’m fed up with this shit, maybe we should break up!” You finally let your rage take over your body, tears were streaming down your face.

“Fine.” he said simply before he stormed out your shared apartment leaving you in heartbreak. You didn’t want him to leave; you wanted his comfort, you wanted him to tell you he was sorry and reassure you he was still in love with you. You loved him so fucking much it hurt and to even have the thought of him falling out of love with you broke your heart.

You cried yourself to sleep that night and the next morning wasn’t any easier. You sigh as you realise the empty space on the bed beside you, you look up at the ceiling collecting your thoughts and recalling the events that took place the night before. Are we really over? You thought. After minutes of thinking about the horror of last night you decide to finally get ready for the day, maybe distracting yourself will help ease the pain you thought.

After your hour session on getting ready, you go into the kitchen to make breakfast.

You couldn’t get Yoongi out of your mind, was it really the best for both of you to break up? You have been together so long that it hurt you to even think about life without him but you knew you couldn’t continue living your life like this. He was being unfair to you, you shouldn’t stay in a one-sided relationship.

A loud ringtone was alerting from your phone. The ringtone made you question if it was coming from your phone since it was a ringtone you didn’t recognise. When you realised the sound was in fact transferring from your phone a strange feeling in your stomach appeared.

Bing

You looked at your phone to investigate… your jaw drops instantly when you saw the message.

Emergency alert!

We have caught a signal of a missile that will soon be heading towards this destination we advise you to remain calm I repeat please remain calm this is not a drill.

No no no no

A missile?! This cant be you thought. You dropped your phone in utter terror. You thought it might be a joke or a miscalculation but all doubt was erased when you saw Yoongi’s name pop up on your phone. You quickly picked up your phone and press accept.

“y/n?!” thankfully you heard Yoongi from the other end of the line. You were shaking with fear and terror, hearing his voice brought you comfort. You started to regret everything you said last night, you just wanted him by your side.

“Yoongi I-I ple-please come over I-I don’t know what to do a-are you okay? I-I’m so scared” you cried out not caring about last nights events.

“I’m in my car now. listen, It will be okay, I’ll be there soon just stay calm, okay baby? Call as many people as you can… I-I don’t know what this alert means but I’m coming over. Are you in our apartment?” he asked, you could hear the panic in his voice which filled your body with more fear.

“y-y-es I am” you cry, your legs felt like they were going to break as your whole body felt weak.

“Okay stay there, I promise I’ll be there soon” before you could tell him you loved him he hung up, you cried out more. You were worried something will happen before he arrived. You wanted to run but you listened to his advice and stayed at your apartment. You could hear screams of people outside. You decided to look out the window and you saw a sea of people breaking shop windows and crying in terror. You saw children holding tight to their mothers and fathers. You couldn’t believe this was happening, suddenly everything that mattered seemed pointless.

You begin to look back at your life and wish you had done more, what if this really was the end? How could this happen so fast? of course, you knew war existed between countries it was always all over the news. What you didn’t anticipate was a missile to be heading your way potentially killing you and loved ones.

Loved Ones.

You forgot to follow Yoongi’s next request to call everyone so that is what you did. Before your mind processed what was happening you begun dialling your family and friends. Hearing their shaky voice and terrified cries further convinced you that this wasn’t a nightmare but reality. You tried to keep each conversation short the reason being if this really was the end you wanted to tell every person who you cared about that you loved them. You cried at each goodbye and each time you said goodbye the more your body ached.

The person you needed most is Yoongi, you started to worry as time was ticking. You needed to hug him, you need to tell him you loved him.

Everything in your life came in flashes, you recall all the happy memories you experienced. All the memories with Yoongi. Your first meeting, your first date, the first time he told you he loved you. You started to regret almost giving up on your relationship. If you didn’t have that argument he would be with you right now.

“Y/n?” You heard a voice from behind you, you looked back and standing in front of you was a messy-haired concerned Yoongi. He had tear-stained on his cheeks, you cried out more than you were before which you thought was impossible. The dark reality seemed a little brighter when you looked at Yoongi.

“Yoongi?” You cried happily and rushed into his arms, you both cried together in the embrace. You finally felt home and calm.

“y/n, listen” he pulled you out of his embrace and held you with both hands, he looked at you with is beautiful brown orbs. I’ve never seen him so terrified, you could see that he was hurting and so were you “I’m so sorry I treated you poorly, the truth is I was scared. I know you deserve better than me and the fear that I could lose you terrified me. So I started to drink and overworking myself because it made me feel better”

“Yoongi…”

“No, y/n i love you so fucking much living my life with you has been the best four years of my life and I know I’m not great at expressing my emotions but I guess the fear of losing my life and yours has motivated to finally own up to my mistakes" You and Yoongi both had tears streaming down your faces. At this moment it felt like you and Yoongi were the only two people in the world.

“I forgive you and I’m sorry too, who knew the only thing we needed to fix our relationship was the threat of death” you choke out, he sends you a sweet smile followed by a chuckle.

He cups your face with his hands and kisses you. It was filled with so much emotion and admiration, you could taste the salty tears that were streaming down on your lips.

“I love you, baby. I’m happy that we get to die together” was the last words you heard before your world became a white.

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farklelucas · 6 years

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imagine, lucas up w farkle @ some ungodly hour in the morning helping him dye his hair thanks

thanks!!!!!! i wrote it!!!! i can’t control myself :) (these are all the hair colors and i reference them by name so if u wanna keep up be my guest) (also this specifically is what his hair looks like at the end)

“You look ridiculous.”

Farkle just hums pleasantly, looking for all the world like a contented cat as he leans backwards over the bathtub. The water runs in rivulets over his scalp and into the drain, and Lucas can’t help but spray him a little in the face with the shower head. Farkle spits indignantly, and Lucas chuckles, going back to washing his hair instead of his eyes. “You’re mean to me,” Farkle mumbles, nevertheless leaning back into the cool spray of the water.

Lucas raises a brow. “Mean to you? If I were mean to you, I wouldn’t be helping you dye your hair at…” He glances at the clock. 2:43 AM. ”Nearly three in the morning.”

With that, Farkle cracks an eye open, his mouth folding up into a pretty smile that made Lucas’s stomach turn to mush. “Nah, you’re helping me because you like me,” he teases.

Love you, Lucas corrects mentally, then shakes himself out of the thought. He’s jumping ahead, like, two months in their relationship. Probably. So he just rolls his eyes and, without thinking better of it, sprays Farkle in the face again. Farkle just laughs and says, “Okay, I deserved that one.”

After another moment, Lucas smiles and shuts the water off. “Okay,” he announces, reaching over to set the alarm on his phone for about two minutes. “All done.”

Farkle, the limber bastard, sits up nearly instantly. “Easy peasy,” he replies. “Do you have the vinegar… stuff?”

Huffing a laugh, Lucas reaches over to get the white vinegar and water substance from the top of the toilet tank. He dips the comb inside and, gently, begins to work it through Farkle’s hair. “I don’t know why we’re even working in the vinegar,” he says. “I know you’ll just want to dye it again in, like, a month.”

Instead of denying the accusation, which they both would know to be bullshit, Farkle simply hums noncommittally. “Hm, yeah, probably. Next time I’m thinking a nice, crisp blue. Like Shocking Blue. What do you think?”

After he’s finished with the solution, Lucas glances at the Manic Panic color chart he had pulled up on his phone. “Yeah, that would like nice,” he agrees easily. “I kind of thought you would go for Pretty Flamingo or something.”

He brings the chart up to Farkle, who nods. “That’s nice. Would take a lot of bleach though,” he notes.

“What’s the difference?” Lucas asks. “They all take a lot of bleach.”

Farkle chuckles. “Touche.” There’s a few moments’ lull of silence, in which they look at each other fondly (something that is pretty common between the two of them, to which Riley fake-gags and Maya rolls her eyes). Then Farkle says, “Hey, thanks, by the way.”

Lucas scrunches his nose. “For what?” he asks.

“You know, going to the store with me, helping me dye my hair, all that stuff. Especially when it was all on an impulse.” Farkle shrugs, giving him a broad smile, and says softly, “I just appreciate it.”

The butterflies in Lucas’s stomach (that, yes, he still gets even after seven years of friendship and three months of dating) bat their wings excitedly, but he simply grins. “What else are boyfriends for?” he asks. “Plus, most of your impulses are to compose a whole opera before the crack of dawn or to binge watch all the seasons of friends in one sitting. I like helping with things that are achievable.”

Farkle laughs, loud and brash, and Lucas’s butterflies begin to do somersaults for him. Then, he reaches out and takes Lucas by the hand, and smiles. “Seriously, I appreciate it,” he says. Then he tilts his head and squints, in the way he does when he’s thinking. And then he says, “I really lo-”

Whatever the rest of the sentence is is cut off by Lucas’s phone alarm. He groans then reaches over, shutting it off effectively, and spins back, hoping Farkle is willing to continue his sentence. Instead, though, he’s reaching for the shower head again. “Help me out one last time?” he asks. Lucas can’t really say no. The butterflies would revolt.

The rest of the experience goes in relative silent; Lucas washes out his hair with cold water once again, running his hands through Farkle’s hair as he all but mewled under the light pressure of Lucas’s hands. No wonder he liked going to get his hair cut so much… Maybe Lucas should treat him to a day at the spa, and he can go get a scalp massage. Or, maybe he should just play with his hair more often. Either. Both. He hopes it doesn’t feel sticky and tough after the dye job, but Farkle’s hair is always soft and beautiful, and it’s been dyed different colors for ages. Just never by Lucas before.

After a few minutes, he shuts off the water and reaches for the hair dryer they left plugged into the wall. He starts it up and dries Farkle’s hair carefully, making sure it sticks up in the way that Farkle likes (and that Lucas secretly loves, especially because of the amazing bedhead it gives him). After a few moments of drying and combing, he sits back on his heels, grinning. “Done,” he says decidedly.

Farkle grins. “How does it look?” he asks.

Lucas doesn’t have it in him to lie. “Amazing,” he says, and Farkle’s smile gets even brighter.

He leads him to the bathroom mirror with his hands over Farkle’s eyes. Then, after a three count, he removes his hands and tells him to open up. Farkle always loves having his hair dyed crazy colors, but his face when he sees the blood red from the dye is truly priceless. He marvels at it in the mirror, and puts his hand up to touch it. Lucas does too, almost subconsciously; it’s still just as soft as before. “There you go,” he says quietly, almost afraid to break the moment. “Vampire Red.”

Making eye contact with him through the mirror, Farkle smiles again, bright and sunshiny, and Lucas’s stomach twists. “Well, I would have liked to have gone for Flaming, since, you know, I could have been flaming in more ways than one, but this works too.” Lucas snorts. Farkle turns around, hopping up on his sink counter, and reaches out to put his arms around Lucas’s next. “Again, thank you. It looks really, really good.”

As tentatively as ever, Lucas reaches out and puts his hands on Farkle’s hips. “Any time,” he says sincerely.

Farkle raises an eyebrow. “Don’t say that unless you mean it,” he warns. “Or else I’ll have to keep you around to do my hair forever.”

Ignoring the way his heart skips a beat, Lucas merely shrugs. “I could be into that,” he replies, and Farkle laughs before tugging him down into a kiss.

It’s like any other kiss; not their first, not their last. But still, as always, a really good one. Lucas tilts his head and leans in, to which Farkle laughs against his mouth and says, “Let’s not sully my clean bathroom sink like this.”

“Hey, no one said anything about sullying,” Lucas replies, blinking open his eyes to see Farkle looking up at him. Those baby blues stun him every single time. “More like… christening.”

Farkle wrinkles his nose. “Gross,” he says, simply. Then he relaxes his face again, and tilts his head, just a little. “Hey,” he says, softly.

Lucas smiles. “Hey.”

He feels his hands expand with Farkle’s diaphragm as he takes a deep breath. And then, on the breath he lets out, Farkle says, “I love you.”

All at once, Lucas’s heart stops and beats right out of his chest. He pulls back and then grins slowly. “I love you too,” he murmurs. Farkle’s grin his brighter than the sun and his cheeks are redder than, well, his hair. “Now let’s get out of here before we sully your sink.”

Farkle laughs for a while, even as he wraps his legs around Lucas’s waist and allows him to carry him off to bed.

#larkle #gmw #girl meets world #farkle minkus #lucas friar #otp: i don't ever want him to go away #katie writes #anonymous #what kind of woman doesnt have an ask

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spicy-dunkaroo · 3 years

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Taking Power Back (One-Shot)

♫Now Playing: “Taking Power Back” by Spicy Dunkaroo…♪

❀ Word Count: 5k

❀ Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors Do Not Interact (please)

❀ Genre: One Shot (Not sure how to explain this haha)

❀ Summary: (Writing Prompt) Mora’s job was to take away the powers of supervillains as they’re admitted to jail. For a few years, she’d been reselling these powers to interested bidders on the side - no questions asked. Today, a prisoner showed up with a power so unusual, she decided to take it for herself.

❀ Warning(s): Please read!! Dark Content ☠, Mentions of Murder, Attempted Murder, Implied Childhood Abuse, Implied Bullying, Swearing, etc.

❀ Author's Note: Hello everyone!! This will be my first story/one-shot of hopefully many other more positive ones lol. Credit for the prompt goes to u/totoropengyou on reddit for the writing prompt!! Just want to warn you all once more if you skipped over the warnings, this is a dystopian world that's fucked up. Please read with caution.

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Everyday seems the same as the one before it. Same coworkers at the same job, not to mention the same shitty work Mora has to do to get paid.

Her job is to extract the powers of crooked criminals that somehow ended up in the nation's most secure penitentiary. Why? Well, if it weren’t for her, most of these monsters would have probably destroyed the government and Gods know what else.

Somedays, Mora finds it easier to sleep at night when she doesn’t think of the ‘what-if’s’ of not taking on the government position, if she screwed up, and what if she was any less moral than she already was.

That’s not to say that she was any sort of ‘holier than thou’ being that had mankind's well-being as top priority. The job doesn’t pay her enough to be so kind to the shitty world she’s lived in for the last 19 years. There probably isn’t enough money in the world for Mora to change her ways now, now when the temptation has become that much sweeter.

Sure, maybe she could be helping the world out by not selling the quirks to the highest bidder every Friday night. But in all honesty, who gives a damn? Yes, the government would and probably would punish her to the highest degree, and most citizens wouldn’t be too pleased. Why be mad at her though? It’s the buyer's fault for throwing hundreds of millions of dollars for just one of the many powers she extracts from those crooks everyday. Most of them aren’t too bad, they at least seem nice with the weekly gift baskets and extravagant gifts they throw her way in hopes of getting a nifty power before it’s on the floor the following Friday night.

Then again, you’d never expect those who were begging to be in Mora’s favor to be in the positions they are.

If it’s any consolation, most of those bidders can’t even infuse the power within their own bodies without risky surgery and the high chance of dying.

See, nearly 70% of all humans born in this ‘age of power’ are gifted with one of the four types of abilities. There’s fight, flight, freeze, and then there’s the unknown fourth type, probably the most rare of them all, mutants. As they are listed, 43% of these humans have the fight type, 32% have the flight, 20% have freeze, and less than 5% have the mutation type. Despite this, research says that you have a good chance of walking past a human with the mutation type of power at least once in your life without knowing it. Since there have always seemed to be so few ‘mutants’ as they call them, there's not much information on the different variations of the ability outside of that they don’t fit in the category of the other three.

Lucky for Mora, she happens to be one of the very few with the mutation power. Her’s happened to be perfect for her government assignment as well as for her side business.

The government took it upon themselves to name this “company” Vera. Mora wasn’t too sure why this was outside of the Latin meaning of the word (truth), like some sort of ‘holier than thou’ complex she presumed.

Though there have been struggles with her ability. Since there has been little research done, nobody knew how to teach her to hone her skill. Not her teachers, advisor, biological parents, or her other parents in the past. Despite this, Mora feels that she has a pretty good idea how her power works now.

Did she ever dream about extracting a part of most humans' identity as her ‘ideal job’? Of course not, when she was growing up she dreamed about being a rockstar, firefighter, or a damn teacher, anything but the hell she’s had to live through day in and day out.

Since she was assigned her power type, she moved from one home to another, left one school after the next, and was always called a mutant. Although she wasn’t sure exactly when the government began to really lock their sights on her, she was heavily reminded of the fucked up world she lived in once she graduated high school. There were only ever two options for her. Look out for everyone else, or look out for herself.

When you’re asked if you’d be willing to become a human lab rat or work as an official government officer, just about anybody wouldn’t have thought twice about that choice. Though there are a few poor motherfuckers that wanted what was best for humanity. To that Mora thanks them for giving her the ability to have a choice. Besides that, screw humanity. The criminals on the street aren’t the monsters you’re told live in the darkness, the ones in your closet, or the ones hiding under your bed. No, sometimes those monsters are a lot closer to you, and they’re not there to protect you.

It’s a real dog-eat-dog world on both sides of the door. So look out for yourself, that’s the only way you can survive. Despite learning this throughout her whole life, Mora lived by the only saying she could remember from her time with her father.

‘Don’t let anything in this world tear you down. It’ll be tough, sure, but you deserve to pursue your happiness as much as anyone else because you’re a fighter- a winner! Never let anyone make you feel like anything less than the champion you are.’

Though she never understood what her father meant when she first heard it, now it’s one of the only few thoughts that seem to brighten her day as she looks back on her more fond memories of growing up.

Even now, as Mora sits in the holding room, it appears to be the only thought that can take her out of the mindfuck that was currently her train of thought as she regretfully remembered her last patient.

If Mora had the freedom her fellow peers had back in high school, she always thought she might have wanted to go to college to become a doctor. These happier possibilities help Mora to separate herself from her gruesome work. So regarding these scum of the earth beings as ‘patients’ helps to block off the blood-curdling screams that echoed in the walls many hours after they were moved to their prison cells.

As Mora begins to think of her perfect life, a knock is heard at the door, quickly followed by the door swiftly

“You okay in there Spe?”

“Oh, it’s just you Timentes. You scared me for a second there, also, please stop with the formalities. You know how much I hate my birth-given name. At least call me Griseo if you have to.”

“You know the rules, officially I can’t call you by your revised name, at least in front of others that is.”

“Then could you at least call me Mora in private?”

As she says this, Mora pats a spot before her at the small table, deciding to sit herself in the patients chair as she sees what they always saw before she conducted her ‘surgeries’ on them.

“Fine, fine, but only because you’re the most tolerable person in this hell hole.”

“Damn right I am! Ain’t nobody gonna take that title away from me haHA!”

“You worry me sometimes, Moralis.”

“Aww, is that your secret way of telling me you’re thinking about me? I’m touched, really, but I don’t think I can say the same about you, no offense.”

Timentes dramatically gasps as he places his right hand onto his bullet-proof gear, leaning back as he begins to speak once more.

“Offense completely taken. And here I was about to ask you out.”

“And by ‘ask me out’ you really mean make some instant ramen as we binge watch another anime this weekend? Because you know I can’t say no to that.”

“Which is why I always ask. You know you love our marathon nights! We- we might as well be a married couple with how often you stay the night.”

As Timentes says this, Mora notices the sudden change in demeanor, his cheeks becoming a brighter shade of pink of his stubbly face, the way his blue eyes dart away from her direction, and how she can clearly see how awkwardly cute his eyebrow quirks at his own words.

“I don’t think we fight enough to move that fast.”

‘If he won’t get the balls to actually ask me out, clearly we aren’t meant to be.’

Despite thinking this, Mora knew the real reason she was writing off her adorably shy co-worker. Mora knew she had to keep everyone at arm's length, regardless of her happiness in order to make it out of this world alive.

Mora rolls her eyes as she decides to change the topic.

“So...What did you come in here for? I know I’m a nice piece of eye candy, but you can’t let my womanly charms distract you from work. There’s only so many times I can cover for your ass.”

“R-Right...The next inmate will be coming in soon.”

“Okay? What’s wrong with him? Is he deranged? Violent? Or did he murder his family? Usually you don’t come to tell me about them in person either way.”

“The thing is… From what I’ve heard through the grapevine, this guy is something else.”

“Could you elaborate?”

“Well that’s the thing, I think it’s something about his power that nobody can figure out. We had to pull out all the stops just to restrain him. Who knows if he’s deranged or violent, apparently he took out 8 officers before he was apprehended.”

“Well, how’d they end up arresting this guy?”

“That’s the weirdest part, they didn’t.”

“They didn’t?”

“Well- they did but only after he surrendered.”

“You mean to tell me that this guy had more than enough man-power to escape, and yet after he was done screwing around he just- gave himself up?”

“Exactly.”

“So you’re telling me to be on high alert because you guys don’t know this guy's deal?”

“Yep. Everybody here knows how strong you are. But- you know the guys and I care about you, don’t you?”

“Yea yea, more like you’re worried this guy might catch my eye.”

“I’m being serious Mora… He's code 10.”

Despite feeling her nerves begin to creep up, Mora attempts to keep her composure as she blows Timentes off.

“I’m sure he’s not-”

Before she can finish her sentence, she hears a sudden thud, making her jump in her seat as she looks back over at the man before her.

“You and I both know there are no other inmates that are code 10. Hell, there hasn’t been a code 10 in years!”

Mora crosses her arms in disgust as she turns her head away without an answer.

“Oh Gods- Mora, I’m so sorry I just- I’m just worried about you-”

“Leave.”

“W-What? Lo-look I know I screwed up but-”

“I said leave. Go before you piss me off.”

Without another word between the two, Timentes stands up, hearing the metal chair scrape against the dull concrete floor, quietly turning to open the door behind him, the metal eye-sore loudly scratches against the frame and floor as it screeches open, and soon after slams back into its frame.

Mora can feel the tears begin to trickle down her cheeks as she refuses to look forward again. The memories of her past begin to flood in slideshow form as she feels a panic attack start up.

‘Damnit- Keep it together Griseo!’

As she thinks this, she wipes away the few tears that escaped her lids.

In the little time Mora had in isolation, juxtaposed to every other day, she’s able to calm herself down as she regains her composure once more.

Before she has a moment to breathe, the signaling of five knocks at the door are heard through the metal barrier as she is quick to stand up and move back over to her chair. She coughs in an attempt to drown out the dejected tone in her throat that was previously gripping at her vocal chords.

“C-Come in.”

Hearing this, three men step into the muted turquoise walls of Mora’s ‘office space’.

Two are wearing the familiar dark uniform, while one appears to be restrained in a black straight jacket.

Outside of the workers uniforms, most of their gear and restraints are color coordinated based on the risk factor code. Usually Mora only ever saw the white, orange, even the occasional red, but the most heavy duty of all was always.

‘Black? Timentes really wasn’t kidding when he said this guy was code 10.’

Mora begins to feel on edge as she stares at the man who appeared…average. The man stood at 6ft as he was seated in his chair, umber bangs seemed to be askew but still were able to hide his eyes completely. Minus a blistering red scar on his neck, the man before Mora looked like any other law abiding citizen. Although, based on the look of it, the scar appeared to be fresh.

As the two officers restrained the man further into his chair, Mora props her foot on the top of the table between them, waiting for the sound of locks to cease in its continuous echo.

Once the officers were finished, Mora waved them away dismissively, speaking up once she heard one of the two grip at the handle.

“Stand by and guard the door for me? I’m sure this won’t take long.”

As Mora looks back, the men both nod as they exit the suffocating room, leaving her with her newest patient.

Grabbing the clipboard that was left by one of the officers, Mora glances over at her patients health information, zeroing in toward the bottom of the page that listed his allergies, blood type, and ability type.

“Allergic to: None. Blood Type: AB-, let’s hope you don’t lose too much blood then.”

As Mora reads the final section, she notices there are many unprofessional scribbles with many question marks behind the possibility of what this man’s ability type was.

“So tell me, since you have nothing better to do, what is your power categorized as?”

Mora looks back up toward her patient as she waits for a response. After a moment if awkward silence fills the room, she speaks up once more.

“Here, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, okay?”

Without a verbal or physical sign of agreement, Mora quickly gives in, but not before she has a bit of fun with him.

“I’ll give you a hint, it’s the reason why I have no chance at another job. Why I’ll be stuck under these assholes' thumbs till the day I die. Why I always hate it when my patients don’t cooperate. It just makes my job so much harder. Think that gives you an idea?”

There’s another moment of silence as Mora flimsily flips through the other pages of paperwork she’ll have to fill out after the surgery.

“Here, I’ll give you one more hint, but if you don’t answer this time, we’ll, you’ll feel soon enough how painful I can really make it.”

Mora sighs as she continues on once more.

“Kids used to call me ‘mutant’ back in school. I was always looked down upon because nobody knew who or what I was- no, more like they didn’t know how to scare me because I knew what they were capable of, while they were afraid of what I was- what I am.”

Hearing this, the man before her finally reacts, slowly moving his head up, for the first time looking Mora dead in the eyes.

She would be lying if she didn’t say that his stare didn’t scare her. It felt like he was carving her up with just his eyes as his mouth began to stretch into what appeared to be a smirk.

“So we’re the same then?”

Mora was taken aback by his sudden answer, noticing his voice was hoarse as he spoke. It takes her a moment to sort through her thoughts as she walks over toward the door, knocking twice.

In a matter of moments the red blinking light on the camera pointed at the man cease, signaling that nobody was watching them now. Mora walks back over toward the table, moving closer toward the man as she drops the volume of her voice to a whisper.

“So you’re a mutant type? No wonder those guys couldn’t handle you back there. Dumbasses don’t even know how to hold a gun half the time, much less deal with people unlike themselves.”

The man turns his head eerily as he looks back at Mora, seeming to drop his guard for a moment. This causes Mora to relax as she responds once more.

“I’m sure those guys haven’t been treating you well, are you thirsty?”

Nodding, the man smacks his lips at the lack of hydration. Walking back over to her side of the table, Mora grabs her bottle of water that sat by the legs of her cold chair. Once she grabs the half filled bottle, she walks back over toward the man as he appears to be pleading with his eyes in hopes of quenching his thirst.

“Now, since you’re restrained, I’m going to have to pour it into your mouth. If you want me to do that, I’m going to need you to promise that you won’t bite my finger or something, alright?”

The man shakes his head in response, this time appearing more eager than when he was brought in as he watched Mora’s fingers twist the cap off, titling the bottle toward him as he begins to open his mouth.

“Just to make sure, you aren’t going to bite me if I give you a drink?”

Looking back at the man once more, he shakes his head just as eagerly, giving Mora the scariest idea of ‘puppy-dog eyes’ she might have ever wished she could have unseen.

“Okay, I’ll try to be slow but let me know if it’s too much.”

Mora then places the top of the bottle onto the man's lip, beginning to pour the water into his mouth.

Despite her beliefs and her attitude toward those she called her ‘patients’, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the bastard. Mora is a lot of terrible terrible things, but knew she wasn’t some sort of cold monster that found satisfaction in others' pain. Especially since they had one thing in common, getting fucked over by the world because of who they were. The least she could do was show empathy for someone who seemed to have it worse than herself.

Before long, the man gulps down the remaining water, releasing the top from his mouth as Mora cautiously moves it away from him. Mora speak quietly once more as she twists the lid back on to the plastic bottle.

“Good, thank you for not trying to hurt me. You’d have no idea how many of these inmates would leap at the chance to do just that. It’s- it’s fucked up. Now… Since I feel safe enough to trust you, I think I should tell you something about why you’re in here with me…”

Mora looks away from the man as she feels guilt in what she knew she had to do. In the past, all she did was touch the patient and take away their power as she tried to block out their strained shrieks that made her ears bleed.

Now, because she extended an olive branch to this stranger, it made everything moving forward begin to feel all the more gut-wrenching. Despite this nauseating feeling that began to crawl up her throat, she felt it would be best to tell him the process, doctor to patient.

“I have to remove your ability from your body.”

As Mora says this, she works up the strength to push away her feelings of guilt by staring the man in the eyes as she broke the news.

“It’s an excruciatingly painful process and there is a 20% chance you could die before the procedure is complete.”

Mora could feel her strength begin to evaporate before her very eyes as she felt the bile crawl up her throat once more.

“In the event that that happens, I will still continue to extract your power from your body as emergency services attempt to revive you.”

‘Gods, I’m gonna fucking puke.’

“A-And I know you don’t have any choice in this, but- I’ll try to make it as painless as possible, and hopefully you won’t die.”

As she spoke, Mora can feel the tears begin to form in her eyes as her vision begins to blur. Before now, she was able to block off the painful wails of her past patients, feeling some pass on as she was forced to continue on with the procedure, Gods- somehow she was able to sleep at night before now.

She never thought too much about her power until now, but somehow, Mora became the grim reaper, selling strangers' souls to the highest bidder. The more she thought about it, the more she began to feel disgusted in herself for not realizing this for years! Maybe it was for her own sanity, or it was so she wouldn’t become a lab rat, but for some damn reason, she couldn’t forgive herself for acting so selfishly.

“I’m so sorry.”

Mora was at a loss for words as she felt a few tears begin to cascade down her cheeks as she forced her gaze at the man.

The pair sat in silence for what felt like hours, Mora eventually dropping her head in shame for what she had done and would have to do. Before long, the man speaks up.

“It’s not your fault. I deserve this. So please, don’t cry.”

Her breath is caught in her throat as she looks back up at the man. There was no reason for him to talk to comfort her when he was the one about to suffer. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair for either of them. Before Mora can speak up in retaliation, the man speaks up once more.

“Before you take it away, could you do one thing?”

Mora nods energetically as she wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand, wiping her eyes with her knuckle in an attempt to give him her full attention.

“Whatever happens to me, could you please tell my family that everything they’ll need is in the basement?”

“I-I can!”

“Good good. I’m ready.”

In utter shock, Mora takes a moment before she stands up from her chair, clenching her fists in anger as she trudges toward the man.

Before Mora has a chance to rethink her decision, she places her hand on the man’s shiny bald head, forcing the breath she held to release as she began the surgery. As she does this, Mora can see the man attempting to restrain his howls of agony in the indescribable torture he must be feeling.

“I’m so sorry!”

As Mora says this, the man looks up at her, exhaling his last words as the process is nearly complete.

“Bring back peace.”

Mora’s bottom lip begins to quiver in guilt as she nods in response, not understanding the weight of the man's words.

After the procedure, Mora left early, deciding to get a breath of fresh air as she put it. Taking long strides in the direction of her home, she began to think back on the man’s words.

‘The hell did he mean by “Bring back peace”? Was he some sort of hippy that got into trouble? If that were the case then why was he a code 10?’

Mora’s thoughts continued to consume her attention as she failed to notice the looming shadow that didn’t seem to be too far behind her as it continued to stalk its prey.

‘Maybe he was a scapegoat? They didn’t really give me much information on his charges so he could have been some sort of cult leader for all we know. That- there was no way that could be it… So then, why-’

Suddenly, Mora was pulled from her thoughts as she felt a tug by her side. Before she had a chance to figure out what was happening, she felt her body being pulled away from the desolate streets and into a damp alleyway- pushed against what felt like a dirty brick wall as she felt a bit of her shirt tear.

In a mere few seconds, Mora went from walking home to suddenly being trapped in an alleyway between a brick wall and from what she could tell was a pistol as all she could see was the underside of the gun that was held against her forehead.

“Listen here bitch. If you so much as yell, I’m putting this entire magazine in your skull, ya got that?”

Without seeing another way out of this endeavor, Mora nodded as she looked toward the perpetrator, only able to recognize a scar that started at his top lip, continuing diagonally across, and ending a few centimeters away from his bottom lip. The assailant continued speaking as she felt her heart beating a mile a minute.

“Nobody has to get hurt, just reach into your purse there and give me all your money and I’ll be on my way, alright?”

Mora nods once more as she feels the metal cylinder against her temple shift in its position on her. Between this and the brick wall behind her, she’d never felt more suffocated now than all those years she spent in that stupid cell she currently wished she never left in the first place.

As she agrees to this, she slowly moves her purse straps from their comfy place on her shoulder, now sitting in her hands as she shakily reaches in to pull out her wallet.

‘Where the fuck is it?! Of all times, NOW I had to stuff it away somewhere else!? I’m so fucking dead…’

With weighted breath, she begins to speak as she continues to scrummage through her messy bag.

“I-I- heh, you’re not gonna believe this. I- uh, I can’t find my wallet.”

“You tryna fucking pull a fast one on me lady?!”

“N-No I swear I’m not, I-I think I left it at work.”

“Bullshit. If you don’t get your money out in three fucking seconds, there’s gonna be a bullet between your eyes.”

Mora began to panic as she knew exactly where she left her wallet in the locker room that morning.

The assailant began to count down, each second seeming to further paralyze the woman in fear as she couldn’t see any other way to escape her fate.

‘Is there really no way out of this? Is this where I die? Goddamnit-’

“One.”

Mora hears a shot fired from the man's gun, the ringing in her ears proving his threats were legitimate but- something was off.

As she looked up toward the gun, she could see the smoke from the firing at the front of the cylinder dissipate, but Mora didn’t feel...anything. No pain, no blood trickling down her face, nothing! She wasn’t sure what had happened but as she shakily reached up to feel the point of impact, she was met with a cool metal feeling. The thief standing before her stumbled back as he saw the chamber appeared to have exploded rather than fire off at its intended target.

“W-What the- D-Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you have a freeze type bitch! I-I’ll fucking kill you myself!”

Confused by his statement, Mora sat there stunned as she knew that this definitely wasn’t her ability at work. Suddenly, the man begins to charge at her, wrapping his hands around her neck in hopes of choking her.

Feeling her airway begin to close off, Mora instinctively reached her hand out toward the man, gripping at his arm as she attempted to remove the man’s ability in hopes of injuring him. Mora did injure him alright, just not the way she was attempting to do so as she looked to her hand and noticed it began to burn and glow a bright orange hue. In the blink of an eye, the man before her was suddenly engulfed in flames as he released her throat.

“YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!! AHHHHG-!”

As the man frantically began to run around in circles, Mora lost strength in her legs as she slid down the brick wall, watching in both fear and amazement at what she had done. Looking down, she sat on the ground, pulling her hand toward her face as she noticed the orange hue continue to glow.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye she saw the assailant fall to the ground, not attempting to extinguish the fire as his body laid there lifelessly. As she sees this, she notices the fire begins to burn out itself. Looking back at her hand, she notices the glow start to fade, nervously clenching it into a fist as she trembles in...excitement?

As Mora began to think that she’s lost her mind, another thought began to linger in the back of her mind.

‘I think I’ll keep this one for myself...’

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Codot!Verse Fanfic

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Oracle here and I have officially become trash for @waiting4codot ! To the point where I have decided to write a frickin fanfic about his universe. This is about my friends @bugboy54 and @adriallejordynn and I getting stuck in the Codot!verse during Lockup’s Lockdown. Also this was started just before “Taking Office” was posted. I will be slow in updates so I apologize ahead of time!

Well! Onto the story!

The day seemed normal, at first. Go to class, watch Supernatural, Glee Club, then have a jam session with Braden and Adrienne. Just go about the motions of the day. Maybe binge Codot with them. He’s been on hiatus for a few months, and the three of us, specifically Braden and I, could barely stand it. We met in Glee Club at college, but we really bonded over our mutual love of musicals and superheros. I made the best and worst mistake of my life introducing Codot to them. We all loved Batman and Codot’s universe absolutely blew us away. His writing was fantastic, his interpretation of the characters was so unique, and good Lord his voice did not help my somewhat unhealthy obsession with Riddler.

Lockup’s Lockdown was his latest story arc, and we were all so close to losing everyone. Just a mere 27 votes away from everyone either being killed or almost being killed. We voted on the winning and losing side any number of times, but the fact was we almost lost Ed and Jonathan. Braden and I already had a plan to drive to Canada and torture him until he changes it all back, jokingly of course. Honestly, if he did shut down the blogs, I don’t think I would be angry forever. I would still listen to his stuff, but I would be sad that there would be no more blog updates.

So there we were, having a jam session as usual, when all of a sudden all three of our phones went off. We all glanced at our phones then looked at each other. Codot updated, which was strange considering he didn’t say that he was going to update for at least a few months. I put my phone in the middle and got ready to play it when Adrienne spoke, “Isn’t just a little bit strange that he would update just a month and half after he finished Lockup’s Lockdown?”

“I mean, yeah, but maybe he decided to give us a sneak peak to what’s coming up,” Braden replied. He did have a point. Codot did sometimes show us previews of what’s coming up, though sometimes we didn’t know it. Exhibit A: Covering “Toxic Love” as Music Meister to show how he would sound when singing. I spoke up, “Well, are we gonna listen to it or what? I need to know what happened to Ed after he talked to Jervis.”

“I want to know where Jonathan went, I mean he’s vulnerable now and Scarecrow is not gonna be put down that easily,” Braden remarked and Adrienne nodded in agreement. I picked up my phone and pressed play before putting it back down and waiting for it to load. The countdown clock stated that it was only a little under a minute, so we assumed it was probably just a few lines of upcoming dialogue. But instead we heard something else entirely, it didn’t even sound like Codot or Dee.

“Teleport thee now, now is the time for thee,” the voice spoke and we looked at each other confused. That didn’t sound right at all, but the voice continued, “Teleport thee now, so mote it be.”

I was just about to pick up the phone when it started to glow much brighter than it usually did. Adrienne looked at me, “Kara, did you turn your brightness up?”

“No, but I think Tumblr may have glitched. That’s not Codot,” I went to grab the phone but Braden’s hand grabbed my wrist and pointed out that the clock on the recording was still ticking down, “Guys, it's still playing.”

“Wicked ways beneath thine skin, let all who listen now join in,” the recording finished before it cut out abruptly. The glow on my phone became brighter until we could barely see the room anymore. I screamed, “What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know,” Adrienne shouted back. The three of us covered our eyes and I started to feel a sort of pull towards the phone. I was slowly losing my footing and was getting pulled towards the phone fast. I looked at my friends and the same thing was happening to them. What’s happening?! The last thing I saw was a bright white light around me.

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I woke up on a cold floor. My eyes slowly opened and all I saw was a tiled floor. I started to push myself up and groaned slowly. It felt like my ribs took at least a few punches. I managed to sit myself up when I noticed my hands. They had gloves on them, specifically purple, fingerless gloves. Even more specifically, from my Riddler cosplay that I made and wore for Halloween and Comic Con. I looked down at my chest and sure enough, my question mark clad jacket, purple tie, and white blouse, were on my body. What happened?! I was not wearing this earlier. My legs had my green pants and my feet were covered by my black combat boots. I quickly looked to the side and saw my friends slowly getting up as well. They were dressed strangely too. What the hell happened and where are we?

My eyesight was quickly clearing and I looked over at Braden, who whispered, “What the hell?”

He was wearing what looked to be a brown suit that was roughed up around the edges. A white blouse was under it. His glasses were still intact, thankfully, but in his hands was a burlap sack. I called out, “Braden?”

He looked over at me and I saw a scar going from above his eyebrow down his cheek. My jaw dropped, “Braden, your face…”

“What? What’s wrong? What happened,” He stood up suddenly then looked down at a puddle on the ground. He saw his reflection and gasped in shock, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it,” I said back and Adrienne started getting up. She was wearing a black and red jacket with matching pants and a white spotted skirt over it. We walked over to her helping her up, “You okay.”

“A little bruised, but otherwise fine. What about you guys? And what are we wearing,” she exclaimed. We both told her that we were fine, but on the outfits part, we weren’t so sure. I started looking around the room and spotted something on the far wall. I walked over to it and I could hear my friends following me closely. I read it out loud, “Arkham Asylum? What the hell is going-”

I was cut off by the intercom going off. A low, distinctly southern accent came out, “Good evening, Arkham Asylum.”

We immediately got close to each other and went against the wall. Adrienne looked down at me, “Is that-”

“Quiet,” Braden and I told her when we looked up and around for the source of the speaker. I pointed to the small speaker on the ceiling in the corner of the room. The person spoke again, “Scarecrow welcomes you, one and all, to a night you will never forget.”

My eyes widened once I realized what this was. I immediately grabbed both Braden and Adrienne’s hands as my fear became apparent. I knew exactly where we were and what was going on. The three of us were silent as the voice spoke for the last time, “Now, if you’re listening, Lyle Bolton… and I know you are. How ‘bout we play a game? Hide and Seek. First one found meets a most… frightening end. As for the rest of you - you best stay out of the way. Scarecrow never forgets a face.”

The intercom turned off and I let out a sigh of relief, almost collapsing to my knees. But, thankfully my friends kept me standing, knowing my anxiety was acting up and very present, “I know, exactly what is going on.”

They looked at me expectantly and I slowly let go of their hands just as an alarm started to go off, “We are in the Codot!Verse, during Lockup’s Lockdown.”

Their eyes widened once they realized that who they recognized over the PA system was in fact Scarecrow’s exact lines that Codot wrote. We were locked inside Arkham Asylum and Scarecrow was on the loose. It certainly did not help that for some odd reason we were dressed as our favorite characters. Adrienne shook her head in disbelief, her black dreads going slightly in her face, “That’s not possible, we can’t be. We must be dreaming, we have to be. Right?”

Braden looked around with just shock on his face, “Kara’s right. There is literally no other explanation for this.”

He went to say something when we heard distant footsteps. I decided to take charge since I knew this place better than my friends as I had been following Codot longer than they have. I turned to them, “Look, we have no idea why we are here, but we have to hide before someone finds us. It could be Bolton or worse, Scarecrow. Our sentiment for the characters is not going to save us if Crane does find us.”

The footsteps were steadily growing louder, so I decided we had to think fast. I went in front and they stood behind me following quickly. We went in the opposite direction of the footsteps hopefully not making too much noise. I peeked around a corner and pulled back quickly seeing a bunch of guards lying dead on the floor, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

My friends looked around me and gasped upon seeing the bodies pulling back behind me. We didn’t know what to do and the footsteps were getting louder. I spotted an open door and pointed to it indicating for them to follow me. They nodded in response and I started running towards the door and opened it for them to go in first. Braden went in first and Adrienne followed closely behind. I took a look through the hallway making sure no one saw us before going into the room. It looked to be an office that was abandoned in the chaos of Scarecrow’s takeover.

Adrienne looked like she was going to panic, “Okay, we are stuck in Arkham Asylum and Scarecrow is on the loose. The other Rogues might kill us, not to mention we are dressed as Harley, Riddler, and Scarecrow! We are going to die! I have just decided this! Yep! We are gonna die!”

“Adrienne! We are not gonna die! We just have to hide here long enough for the lockdown to stop and to stay out of the Rogues way,” I snapped at her already stressed about the whole situation. Braden spoke up, being quiet about everything so far, “How are we going to get home?”

Adrienne and I looked down, sadly and I replied quietly, “I don’t know, but we have to stay here and hide. It’s the only way we might be able to stay alive.”

They nodded at me when all of a sudden we heard something like muffled voices. I put my finger to my lips and slowly walked over to the desk pulling open one of the drawers. A walkie talkie was inside the desk and a voice was coming from it. It must have been left behind by one of the guards. I picked it up and brought it out so they could see it. We heard a low British accent speak through the speaker in the small machine, “Harley’s plan sounds the more feasible. Do what you can for Joker.”

My eyes widened as I realized what having this thing meant. There was only one channel on the machine and maybe it meant we could find help. I looked up at my friends, “Should I do it? Should I talk?”

Braden looked at the device then back at me, “It could be the only way we get help. We can’t trust them. They are villains, after all.”

I nodded and looked at Adrienne for approval and she nodded but still looked a little unsure. My fingers shook as I held the walkie talkie and pressed my finger to the button that allowed me to speak. A small noise was heard and I took a deep breathe and spoke shakily, “Hello? Is someone there?”

#batman #codotverse #waiting4codot #fanfic #edward nygma #Jonathan Crane #riddler #scarecrow

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1800-seungshine · 7 years

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responsible.

member: bae jinyoung genre(s): high school!au, hoobae!jinyoung, fluff summary: all the matters regarding bae jinyoung’s grades is now placed in your hand but it seems like it’s not just his grades that you’re going to take responsibility for. (requested - bullet point format) word count: 2.3k

note: a requested scenario by an anon! i’m so sorry if it’s really lengthy hahah but i really really hope you like it ;; thank you for requesting, once again it means a lot! as well as that, many thanks for the likes, follows and reblogs - words can’t say how much i truly appreciate it, thank you thank you ; ~ ; < 3

all a’s with a rank that never goes below than top five

you wouldn’t be a member of the student council for no reason

warm, friendly, responsible and hardworking - you’re the definition of being a blessing

esp to the teachers bc you’re one of those kids who actually help them and not give them a headache (unlike me smh)

like tbh you’re not the school president

but somehow people treat you like you are bc why aren’t you the school president??

you’re even more responsible than the school president and your attendance is better

the votes are rigged!! jk it’s not

a lot of students know you, not just because of the student council

but because you’re a really great tutor

like the greatest

you could probably take over the teacher’s job bc everyone just comes to you and asks

that’s why the teachers love you so much lmao

you have so much patience and kindness that you don’t mind getting bombarded by questions and taking your time to teach others

like forget the religion of hwang minhyun

that doesn’t exist here bc the religion of the “angelic sunbae” does

yeah you earned that endearment after some random seventh grade kid yelled that out loud when you were in tenth grade and somehow it stuck with you all the way till your last year of high school

now everyone just refers to you as that name

and that’s how bae jinyoung knew you at first

“jinyoung-ah. you see that sunbae? she’s the school’s angelic sunbae.”

jinyoung looks at the direction of his friend’s point, the smile that lights up on your face and the way your eyes crinkle as you laugh with your friends causes his stomach to churn

but this boi isn’t really the brightest so he thinks he ate something

yeh like his feelings oOHOOHOH

“angelic sunbae?” jinyoung softly repeats to himself, his eyes never leaving you.

that of course wasn’t really proven until his grades drastically dropped

apparently it dropped so much that his teacher deemed it as concerning

like the boi only went from 98% to 70% - at least he passes look at me i winged an aural test and if i get 50% i’ll be over the moon

but this cute baby did admit he was struggling with the topic they were currently learning despite feeling so insecure confessing it

so the teacher was like “issok boi, i gotchu.”

and by that his teacher meant “lemme hit you up with the only student who i know can do this bc im not dealing with your crap”

idk if your life is all sorted or you just don’t seem to have one but you happily agreed tho bc why the hek not

hence why you enter the school library and start searching for this student

you weren’t really expecting much bc you’re obviously used to helping other people when it comes to academic things

bUT HOT DAMN THIS CUTE GUY WITH A SMOL ASS HEAD STARTS CHALLENGING YOU INTO STARING COMPETITION

and bc he was the only person in that area, you assumed that he was the one you were gonna teach

i mean you were prepared to teach him

didn’t mean you were prepared for the fact that he was really handsome

you walked up to him with an apologetic smile bc even if you came right on time, he still had to wait and you felt guilty for that

“sorry, were you waiting long? i didn’t know you’d come earlier.”

meanwhile jinyoung’s just staring at you, looking all flustered and cute bc he’s freaking out on the inside

he just doesn’t know what to do in front of you so he simply shakes his head bc sha sha sha yknow

so there’s like this five second silence of awkwardness before you flash a smile at him

and your smile makes him feel alive again like is that even possible when he’s been living the entire time

“well i’m y/n and i’m going to tutor you from now on but don’t fret, i’m not that strict and as your tutor, i’ll do my hardest to make things easier for you to understand but don’t be shy and speak up if you have issues okay?”

he’s not really giving you a reply bc he’s just listening to how nice your voice is since it’s really soft and gentle

after all he hears on a daily is daehwi whining and jihoon with his stupid aegyo experiments so your voice is something he could get used to

but bc he aint answering, you’re just looking at him waiting for a reply and he’s making this entire thing more awkward than it should be so he just nods

apparently for you, that nod is enough to make you feel happy and giddy so your smile widens and he swears that the whole room just became brighter

“so, do you wanna get started??”

tIME SKIP WHOOSH WHOOSH BOIS

okay so you’ve been tutoring for about a few months, three days a week

at first he clearly wasn’t the talker but that was okay

your social skills were as good as the visuals this boi was blessing you

but bc you were really friendly, he opened up to you pretty quick

and now he’s just being a little piece of r00d crap

nowadays he’s treating you like you’re the younger one by patting your head and using his height advantage to tower over you before giving you that damn cheeky smile

sometimes he even drops honourifics and calls you whatever he feels like

“did you just call me a little kid- ” “no, sunbaenim. i didn’t say that you must have been hearing things.”

lol who says you were complaining tho, you’re growing fond of him

but ofc i made you oblivious so you wouldnt really know that you’re not just fond of him, you like him ahah howbowdah

meanwhile underneath cheeky!jinyoung is filled-with-anxiety!jinyoung who ain’t up for the fact that he could get busted anytime soon

busted for numerous reasons

cos for one, he basically knows everything you’re teaching him bc he’s outright smart

that topic that he confessed he was struggling with?

yeah that was highkey a lie, he just didn’t want to outright tell the teacher that he binged watch fancams and fan-made videos of pristin’s joo kyulkyung instead of studying for the exam (pls support pristin btw)

and second, jinyoung may or may not have started liking you

it was weird bc at first he thought he was just sick

but what sickness includes symptoms of making excuses to see a person, trying their hardest to make that person laugh and being restless at night bc all they to do is think about the person??

that’s right folks

influenza

i mean,,,

love yeh that

so those marks of his that doesn’t necessarily show improvement??

lmao jinyoung purposefully answers them incorrectly to keep his scores down

bc you tutoring him is the only way he can keep seeing you

but haha guess what it’s that time of the semester again where he gets more exams

this time tho you were gonna motivate him even more

“okay, baejin.” you say to him, pulling out his favourite drink and placing it on the table

he’s just looking at it with a cheeky grin, “wahh sunbae, i didn’t know you were the type to bribe people.”

you playfully glare at him but a smile still reaches up to your face a nano-second later

“i’m not really the type to and it’s actually my first time.”

jinyoung just grins, his eyes never leaving you as he leans forward on the table, “i must be special then.”

of course, you roll your eyes bc wow this kid used to be so shy towards you at the start and look at the boldness he has now tsk tsk

“you are special.”

enter jinyoung’s heart going ‘dugeun dugeun’ (totally making a snl reference)

jUST KIDDING HIS HEART’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK IT’S DOING BACKFLIPS IN HIS CHEST

ok ok why am i getting excited i know the ending to this wheezes

“ever since mr. jung gave me the responsibility to tutor, your grades also falls into my hands,” you begin in a rather serious tone that is immediately contrasted when he sees you grin again, “and whilst there isn’t really noticeable changes onto your results, this test might determine things so i’d like to propose a deal with you.”

jinyoung simply raises an eyebrow cos he aint taking you seriously after all the silly antics you’ve been showing him for the past few months

“y’know, this would have been more effective at the start when i actually took you a little more seriously, sunbae.”

“well, i didn’t think of it earlier okay! i’m human too,” you slam your fists on the table gently with a pout,

srsly not a good idea to be happily stuffing your face with food bc he took a lot of photos of you, reasoning that “you’re just too cute. i can’t help that.”

“bUT OI- IM NOT DONE YET. LISTEN TO ME.”

jinyoung just watches you, laughing to himself bc you’re cute when you’re annoyed. “okay, okay i’m listening.”

“right, well if you get at least over 90% for two out of your upcoming exams - regardless of any subject, i’ll reward you by granting your wish.”

lmao this boi was doing his best to maintain a poker face and not let out that mischievous smile of his bc he’s gonna pass these test with flying colours.

“well what if i don’t get a 90% for my exams?” he questions causing you to think about it.

“i don’t know, you can be my slave for three months or something. i’ll think of the consequences later but do we have a deal or not?”

he leans back on his chair, holding his chin almost as if he’s thinking about it thoroughly

a huge lie cos he’s just damn pretending

“hmmm, 90% for all exams and you have yourself a deal.” jinyoung says with a confident smile

you let out a sound of approval, slowly clapping “since when was little jinyoung so confident? are you sure?”

“of course! so deal?” he extends his hand

grinning, you take his hand and firmly shake it, “deal.”

wHOOP WHOOP ANOTHER TIME SKIP COS HAHA WHY NOT.

you were waiting for him to arrive, casually sipping your favourite drink and his on the table

once you see him enter the library, you instantly jump out of your seat

his exams are finished and the results have been finalised, resting in his bag

but he’s walking towards you with an unreadable expression

suddenly you’re feeling anxious and worried bc he looks upset and you don’t like seeing him sad

“baejin...did it not go well...?”

he’s looking down, not giving a reply and just lets out a sigh

your heart’s close to breaking bc he must have put so much effort and hardwork into studying

yet the next thing you know

there are these exam papers on the table and it certainly aint yours so you look over them

and all his exam papers were all marked with a’s and nothing below 95%

so now you’re just confused and standing there frozen bc your brain isn’t processing it well

five seconds later you look up at him, a fist raised in the air bc you were gonna punch this guy for tricking you

your tears were gonna come out wth this guy srsly

but you see that smile of his, eyes filled with so much joy that you can’t help to forgive him

“yah! i got so scared - i was gonna start crying.” you whine, slapping his arm lightly

jinyoung just lets out a laugh, ruffling your hair. “sorry, i just wanted to tease you a little.”

you roll your eyes but still grin, “whatever, weirdo but i guess i have to keep the promise so as a reward, i will grant one of your wishes! have you thought about it yet??”

he sends you a wide smile before nodding, “yeap.”

“okay, what is it?”

“spend a day out with me.” jinyoung says but instantly back pedals by stuttering a little, “i mean - if you want to though. i’m not forcing you or a-anything.”

you look a him, trying your hardest not to blush and ignoring that slight skipping of your heart. “so, like a date basically?”

“i-if you want to consider it as a d-date.”

“okay. it’s a date then.”

jinyoung just pauses then looks at you with widened eyes, “wait- what?! really? you’d go on a date with me?”

so now he’s just freaking out mentally and emotionally bc he was expecting a cold-hard rejection

he even practiced the situation with daehwi

you’re just laughing, shaking your head in amusement bc this boy can be really cute, “yeah why not? it’s not every day i get asked out by a cute guy.”

jinyoung with his red ears, blushing cheeks and grin that goes from ear-to-ear feels like celebrating

he could go on the table and just dance right there and then if he had no self control

“but can i ask you something?” you stretch your arm to poke his cheek and he immediately nods his head

“how did you get above 90% for all your exams? i thought you were struggling with these concepts.”

jinyoung sends you one hell of a mischievous grin and you can sort of tell that something isn’t right, slightly stepping backwards as he begins to explain, “i may or may not have been lying about my low grades...?”

“oH MY GOD. BAE JINYOUNG - WERE YOU JUST TRICKING ME THE ENTIRE TIME??”

“ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! FROM NOW ON, YOU HOLD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY GRADES AND MY HEART.”

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE UP FOR IT - i mean it does bUT STILL! COME BACK HERE!”

and hence to end the day, jinyoung blasts out the library and into the beautiful sunset, laughing away as you start to follow suit and beginning the chasing game.

#bae jinyoung #jinyoung #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #baejin #jinyoung imagines #jinyoung scenarios #produce 101 #pd101 season 2 #so many words #im so sorry #i hope you like it

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