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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Caught in the Rain

Tengen x wife reader

Warnings: voyeurism, cocky Tengen , public sex

Request: Okay a smuttie with female y/n and tengen being a sexy, cocky ass lol. Like maybe he comes home all wet from getting caught in the rain and he's all normal until he catches reader staring for a little to long

A/N: the first of many 5k special mini smuts!!! Or Smutties :) thank you for sending one!! I got caught up in the rain part and we’ll…I couldn’t help but make him cocky right off the bat 🫣

Word count 1.5k

Water pooled at his feet, Thunder boomed in the distance as

the rain only fell faster. “Looks like you didn’t make it home in time.” You stepped through the front door and on to the covered porch. Tengen was pulling his hair out of its ponytail to squeeze the water out. “Clearly… but I was hot after training so I took my time. A little water never hurt anyone.” You handed a towel to him, a noise of surprise leaving you when he waved it off.

“I think I’ll do what I did as a kid. I’ll take a rain shower.” A cheeky smile covered his face as he began undoing the buttons of his uniform. “A rain shower?” You tilted your head, watching him discard his top. You admired the tanned skin, damp from the rain before making eye contact again. “You never took a rain shower as a kid? It was my favorite thing to do in the summer.” You scrunch your nose, shaking your head. “Doesn’t seem like it cleans very much.”

“Oh it definitely doesn’t. It’s just fun.” You rolled your eyes as he tossed his belt to the floor of the porch. “You’re just a exhibitionist.” Tengen gasped, hand coming up to touch his chest. “I can’t believe you’d say that!” His tone was full of mock hurt, another eye roll followed on your part. “Go take your rain shower you big baby.” You walk to the porch’s edge, moving to sit on your knees and observe your dramatic husband.

“You just want to watch the show!” His pants were on the ground now, he was fully exposed to you albeit he was still flaccid. You wanted to change that. “I do, now go before the rain magically stops.” You smiled as he leapt off the porch, already making a scene for you. “You should join me!” He began running his hands along his body. “I’ll be just fine.” You laughed as he posed for you, hands rubbing along himself until you noticed something.

“I think your plan is backfiring.” You smiled as you noticed him begin to get aroused. “Can’t help it, I love when you watch me.” He stopped teasing you for a moment, moving to actually wash himself off instead of feel himself up. “I know you do.” You smiled, waiting till he turned away to undo the tie of your kimono. Laughter bubbled out of you as he smacked his own ass. When Tengen turned around again, your kimono was gone from the waist up, pooled in your lap. “Oh.”

“Oh? I’d expect more from you.” A devious looking grin spread across his face. “You thinking of joining me?” Thunder boomed a moment later making you jump out of your skin. “M-maybe not!” Somehow, Tengen’s laugh was louder than the thunder that had spooked you. “Come here, let me protect you.” You squealed as he made his way over. “You’re going to protect me by dragging me into it?!” He continued to laugh, water dripping off of him and landing on you as he moved the rest of your kimono to the side.

“Well, we can stay right here for a bit.” His eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin. “Perhaps I’ll make you forget about the scary thunder… before I drag you into it.” He was lowering into a crouch before you, smiling as two hands gripped your thighs. The roof overlapped just enough that you were both shielded from the rain. “Now open your thighs for me, pretty girl.” He licked his lips, a shiver passing through you as your legs parted for him.

Tengen pulled a yelp from you as his cool, wet hair pressed to your inner thighs. It was a stark contrast from the warmth of his tongue eagerly lapping at your folds. “Y-you waste no time.” You knew this was his goal from the start but you would have liked to see him put on a show for just a little longer. “Can’t waste a precious second with you.” He returned as quickly as he pulled away. He had no intentions of making this last, he desperately sought to feel you twitching and coming on his tounge.

A whine left your lips as the tension in your gut grew. Tengen’s fingers were already dipping into your entrance, all the while his tongue never slowed. You wanted to relish in the moment, there was no better sight than seeing your husband between your legs. “Tengen…” you choked out as he continued at a startling pace. It was quickly dawning on you on what he was trying to accomplish. He was going to fuck you stupid just to get you out in the rain. “What a sly man…” your laugh turned into a moan as two fingers sunk knuckle deep.

“Caught onto me, did you?” His chin was already slick with your arousal as he smiled up at you. “Perhaps… but I’m not telling you to stop.” The smile on his face turned into a smirk, not another word was spoken as Tengen’s lips suctioned to your clit again. It was only a matter of seconds before your first orgasm was washing over you. He’d never get tired of your sweet noises, especially when you sounded so oblivious to the world around you.

Thunder crashed for a second time and you had no idea. It seems Tengen’s plan was working perfectly. “Shall we continue?” He pulled away from your cunt, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You nodded lazily, not putting up a single fight as he pulled you into his arms. The cool rain hitting your skin is what snapped you back to reality just a bit. “Dammit.” You sighed as you realized you really did fall for Tengen’s plan.

“I’ll make it worth it, promise.” You nodded, holding on to him tightly to try and maintain your warmth. “You better.” Your words were muffled against his shoulder. “Don’t mind me.” His tone was light as he maneuvered you so your thighs encaged his waist. “Might be a little awkward at first…” he continued to narrate his actions to you, hands shifting to grasp your ass. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. Hugging him tightly as the rain began to make you shiver.

It was a mix between cold and anticipation as the dull head of his cock brushed your entrance. Tengen was going to take you while standing up in the rain… or at least he was going to try. “I have full faith in you, Tengen.” That was all the encouragement he needed before positioning himself at your entrance. His arms lowered which resulted in you sinking down on his length. “Oh…” your nails dug into wet skin, Tengen’s groan vibrated your chest along with his own.

Tengen’s brows were furrowed in concentration. Thrusting into you with nothing to brace himself on was more challenging than he had anticipated. All he needed was a minute or so and he found a perfect rhythm. “H-how’s that?” It was also more of a workout than Tengen had anticipated. “G-good…” you choked as you cling to him for dear life, holding onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping you from sinking down fully on his cock.

You could feel Tengen twitching, your walls suctioning to him with each thrust. “Already close?” You panted against his ear, barely hearing Tengen’s labored breathing above your own. “Fuck… shut up.” His concentration was falling apart as he moved, he could only manage sloppy and sloppier thrusts with each passing moment. A loud boom of thunder scared you once again, your grip loosening enough that you accidentally bottomed out on his cock.

A high pitched squeal matched Tengen’s moan, his hips stuttering as he attempted to prolong his release until you reached your second. Your clit brushed his abdomen with every thrust, sending a jolt of electricity through your whole body. “Come for me… please…” he groaned out softly, not trusting himself to last much longer. “T-trying…” one arm left his neck, snaking down to try and rub sloppy circles on your clit.

You timed it the best you could with his sloppy pace, this time your orgasm felt like a dam about to burst. You cried out Tengen’s name over and over, chasing that feeling until it finally hit you. Warm liquid gushed out of you, your ears ringing so loudly you had barely heard Tengen’s gasp. Squirting on his cock seemed to do him in whether he wanted to or not. Tengen unloaded his release into your sloppy cunt, knees buckling as he sunk to the grass with you still in his arms.

“Fuck…” you panted, body feeling like jelly in his arms. “Okay… I see what you mean now… I don’t know how I’m getting us in the house.” The rain continued to pour, thunder booming as lightning zig zagged across the sky. “Tengen!” You flinched, shielding your face by burying it in his neck. “I know… do you wanna go another round? Might as well since we are stuck here.” Tengen’s laugh vibrated your body as you groaned into his neck. You’d never understand how you always let him get away with whatever he wanted.

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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Cheerleader - Eddie Munson

Words: 1.7k+ Type: Smut Summary: You and Eddie are complete opposites, and you don't know how you got to be where you are. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or body type]. Pretty much, porn with close to no plot. SMUT: P in v, choking kink, mentions of his rings, overstimulation, no condom (reader's on the pill).

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It all started with looks. Eddie Munson has a loud personality, he can get anyone to look at him in a space like... a cafeteria. Especially everyone from your table. The populars. Every single person that surrounds it hates his guts. Some of the girls are even scared of him -- something about their parents thinking he’s satanic.

You never actually believed in that sort of thing, nor cared. And that has gotten you looks too. All of which from your friends as well.

That was the first time you knew to never defend a non-popular person in front of them again. You thought they would strip you out of your cheer uniform right there and then. The basketball team and the cheer team, all of them hate him. But, by now, you’ve learned how to lie a little too well.

Like it was said, it started with looks. Whenever Eddie would be looking around the cafeteria, in the midst of conversations, his eyes would sometimes land on you. The first time your eyes met, you looked away so quickly that you even felt guilty. Truth is, you were the one staring, but you didn’t want to be caught. But now? That is the least of your worries

The looks turned into stares from both sides. Sometimes he would find you staring, other times the other way around. Then, it came in the grins. Innocent smiles when no one else was looking. Or just the looking away with both of your hearts in your mouths. Walking by each other in the hallways became an excuse to be near one another. And, later, an excuse to touch each other.

The way your hand touched his, his cold rings grazed against your palm as you held it for a soft second.

Eddie swears he stared at his hand, with widened eyes, for the whole rest of the day. It’s not every day that the freak of the school gets a whole cheerleader giving him attention.

The next step was when you were walking to your car and you happened to walk past his van. He was distracted by something, but that's when he saw your uniform in the corner of his eye.

He said the first words, all while you were worried, looking around you and hoping that no one was watching. He noticed it and highly regretted even saying anything. But before he could go back in his van, you talked. The sound of your sweet voice and the faint smile on your face melted him right into a puddle.

You two talked, openly smiled, and made plans to hang out. The conversation felt so natural and so easy to do. It was like something out of your dreams.

You followed those plans and did even more of them. And yet, you’re not sure how you got to the point you’re in exactly.

“Shit, Eddie. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” You moan while laying your warm palm into the cold and fooged-up windows.

Eddie’s hold on your hips tightens as he thrusts his dick into your sweet little pussy. You moan loudly, blind and deaf with pleasure, feeling as if it is driving you to insanity. He hits every spot in the exact way you want him to. His touch is rough all over your body. His hands sometimes smooth down your back, grip onto your ass and his rings, his god damn rings only make it so much better.

You hold yourself up with your other hand on the backseats of the van, and moan Eddie’s name countlessly. He watches as your naked body shines with the light coming from the window, appearing more beautiful even with the sheer layer of sweat. His lips leave trails of kisses down your spine as he groans onto you, feeling you squeeze him with the walls of your cunt.

You bring your hand over to your hip, right on top of his, and you hold onto his hand as you arch your back further and move back to meet his thrusts. There's the sound of skin slapping sinfully as well as your moans and groans of pleasure, and with the heat built up on the inside of the van... All of it is too familiar, and all of it is too euphoric.

“You like it, don’t you?” Eddie asks as he moves back up.

His hips thrust more harshly onto you, and you sob out of pleasure. He looks down at how you hold his hand, and the feeling of surreality runs through him all over again.

“Hm?” He asks you again.

“Yes, yes, I do. Ssshit.” You gasp in the midst of your words. Your voice is weak and breaking right as you feel your body burn underneath your skin.

Eddie’s free hand comes to the back of your neck and he pulls you up. Your back meets his chest, and he never stops his thrusts. He slides his hand and wraps it around your neck, squeezing it in the way he learned that you enjoy.

You lean your head back on his shoulder and moan, blessing his ears time and time again. Eddie kisses and bites onto your neck, feeling and hearing how you react to his touch.

The wet sounds of the thrusts continue to fill the van, your moans are becoming whimpers and your second orgasm has never been so close to ripping through you. You squeeze your hand around Eddie’s, and he squeezes your neck in return.

The rings on his fingers will leave marks on your neck that you know won’t be easy to cover, but you can’t bring yourself to think about that.

Eddie’s hand slides away from your hip, the hand on your neck holding you in place, and he moves it down your stomach. His fingers and palm slide until his fingertips find your clit. His fingers are soaked in your juices right away, slippering over your bundle of nerves easily and making your body tighten, as well as making your choked moans come back.

“You can cum, sweetheart. Cum.” Eddie whispers in a harsh tone into your ear, consumed by pleasure himself.

A few more movements of his fingers and thrusts, and you come for the second time on his cock. Eddie never slows down his hips or his fingers and he continuously holds tight onto your neck. Simply riding out your orgasm but sending you into a world of overstimulation all at the same time.

The hand you had over his, now, holds onto his tattooed arm tightly. And your other hand wraps onto the wrist of the one that chokes you. You’re not even sure what sounds you’re letting out of your mouth because the reality is that your body is spasming with the never-ending pleasure. You know you’re saying something, you just have no idea what nor do you seem to have control over it.

Your eyes are closed, and Eddie’s lips are on your shoulder, kissing, biting, and sucking onto your silky smooth skin. He lets out heavy breaths just by your ear. Other times he lets out groans and even broken whimpers. All of the sounds that drive you absolutely crazy.

He whispers your name into your ear, and his eyes are now closed too. His movements are becoming sloppy, the sounds of your skin slapping never sounded so soaked. You grab tightly onto Eddie, nails getting onto his skin, all as you feel another orgasm unexpectedly build inside of you.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” He groans onto your ear.

A new layer of heat washes through you with the praise, and Eddie knows it. He knows exactly what to say to you and what to do with you. He hits every spot, he goes at the perfect pace. Eddie Munson knows what in the fuck he’s doing, and he will be the end of you.

“So good, so good, so good.” He repeats.

You find yourself grinding down against him as he keeps up the pace and that makes the two of you moan at the same time. His fingers never lift from your clit and soon enough, you feel the familiar feeling of the orgasm all over again.

Eddie holds onto you tightly, at one point, letting go of your neck and moving his hand to your chest instead. Your walls squeeze him so tightly, your moans come back, and your body tightens all over again. He leans his forehead on your shoulder for a little bit, groaning as he knows he can’t hold himself anymore.

After a few more thrusts, he feels his abs contract, and you feel him twitch inside of you. He moans onto your shoulder, holding you impossibly closer to him, and moves his hips to finally find his own orgasm. You ignore the slight discomfort of sensitivity and help him by moving against him.

Your walls squeeze him continuously, milking his cock as he spills his cum inside of you. You couldn’t be more thankful for taking the pill. You slide your hands over Eddie’s tattooed skin as he begins to slow down more and more, and you hold onto his hands, not wanting them to lift off you so soon.

“Holy shit.” Eddie whispers, breathing heavily while lifting his head to lay it over your shoulder.

You don’t bring yourself to talk just yet. You’re not sure if you even have a voice, even. Eddie doesn’t let go of you right away, but he does loosen his tight hold. You bring one of your hands over to the cold window again to hold yourself upright, making yourself gasp when you feel him pull out.

Eddie is careful and makes sure to move slowly, not wanting to hurt you, and he looks around in the van, quickly. He finds a box of tissues as you sit up upright again, and he hands them to you. You take it from his hands and thank him.

“You okay?” He asks, his warm hand over your shoulder, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no.” You tell him with a smile, looking over your shoulder to look at him.

He looks a little relieved at your words and his heart swoons at the sight of your smile. You turn ever so slightly and move the hair away from his sweaty face. Your soft touch over his cheeks makes Eddie believe his heart will come out of your chest but, then, you kiss him.

It’s supposed to be a simple and short kiss, but right as you’re pulling away, Eddie chases it. He never roughens or even changes the mood of the kiss, his hands find your body again, and still, the kiss is nice and soft.

When you pull away, you look into each other’s eyes in silence.

Yeah, you have no fucking idea how you got into this situation, but you two sure as hell don’t regret any second of it.

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yestrday · 2 years

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Just more thoughts, that's all. If you want to listen or not, up to you. So we've seen... those scenes with character's traits (in the academy au) like Zhongli, Kaeya, now Childe but how about Diluc? Immediately I thought of his arms and hands. Maybe his hands are slightly calloused, he has some visible veins, and boy does he have a grip. Maybe mc never really notices because, well, they never touch him and his uniform covers it up. Even though he's always carrying your bag to class (whether you accept his offer or not), or handing you something like a spare pen, or intertwining arms to walk you to lunch (only if you ask though). But one day when he gets particularly protective and his hands are on you-- you never realize how warm they were, or how constrictive of a grip he has. Okay, that is all thoughts I have to offer. Thankssss.

*sigh* once again the simping for mere body parts riles me up. /cracks knuckles and pulls up sleeves/ time to right about beefy armed daddyluc

you might like: yandere! academy childe & his thighs, academy! darling staring at yan! zhongli's ass, academy! darling groping yan! kaeya’s tits

diluc’s arms are a source of strength and comfort to you. when he sees you carefully balancing paperwork that needs to be carried to the teacher’s lounge, he silently puts a strong yet gentle arm on your shoulder before carrying half of the load. or when he takes your bag for you so that he has an excuse to walk you to your class.

perfect, calm, and diligent, diluc is a senior whose praise you revere a bit more than the others. more often that not you find yourself scampering off to find him, eyes glistening excitedly as you bear good news about some of your achievements. when you find him you practically leap at him, immediately gushing about a contest you were picked for or a quiz you aced thanks to his help. it’s like a puppy pawing at its master, the way you smile expectantly up at him.

it’s a sight he finds adorable. his stoic face crinkles into a fond look as his big and warm hands reach out to pat your head. your head melts into his touch, eyes closing and lips curling in satisfaction, and his heart melts alongside you. his arms pull you in closer by the waist, the action making you feel safe and protected.

kaeya, pointing at yn and diluc cuddling in the hallway: what the fuck is this allowed?\

that’s all there’s really to it until he one day spots you with a cut. it’s not even that serious, just you being stupid and accidentally cutting yourself with a pen or some shit. so here you are at the clinic, waiting for the nurse because this wack ass clinic doesn’t have bandaids (ooOOo plot). in diluc comes and the shock when he sees the cut on your face makes him drop everything and rush to your side.

you want to say ‘dramatic much?’ but you spot the dead-eyed look on him. it’s more than dramatic. mans about to commit murder, so you keep your mouth shut.

“who did this?” he demands. it’s obvious from the shaking scowl on his stiff face that he’s trying to hold back the anger to avoid scaring you. he tugs off his gloves and gingerly brushes just below the cut. “...it’s going to leave a scar.”

IS IT??!?! fuck it better not. you hope it’s just being a dramatic bitch as you smile up at him in hopes to alleviate his rage. “it’s okay, really,” you try to reassure him. you place a hand on his outstretched bicep and squeeze it as an act of comfort. “nothing i can’t handle.”

diluc’s dull eyes arch sadly as he stares at your smile. how beautiful and pure you are, to try and shoulder this much pain. so unlike the utterly useless garbage who dared to lay a hand on you. if only... if only he could lock you away in a far better place, safe within the confines of his home. he would feed you the finest food, dress you in beautiful clothes....

diluc is muttering some alarming things beside you, but you’re not paying attention as you continue squeezing his bicep. holy fuck he’s swole. you reach your other hand and feel it again, you know, for science, and you drool when you feel how firm and hard it is.

shit, you think. he could chóke me for all i care and i’d say thank you. you continue feeling it, going down and down until you feel his hand that’s still on your check. what the fuck this dude literally has veins popping out from his elegant yet large hand. why the hell is it still on your cheek? it should be on your neck, damn it.

when the nurse comes in, he sees a very baffling sight: the young master of the dawn winery muttering bloody murder and his elaborate plans to cage you and the poor thing that’s very studiously studying his biceps.

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doki-doki-imagines · 7 months

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tw: smut, choking, afab!reader

author note: Since I'll never have canon butler!vere I decided to write my own butler!vere, the power of brattiness is on my side LOL. I don't know how it is but I hope you'll enjoy reading this!

How you could trust that scam of a mage that is Leander is beyond you.

“I just need a little help, nothing will go wrong I swear!” He says with a whiny voice that makes him sound so pathetic

‘My ass’ you thought.

That’s how thanks to your kind heart you find yourself with a new curse, that is not worse than the previous one, you must admit, but still a pain in the ass.

Talking about ass, seeing Leander jump around in full cheerleader uniform to keep the humor high between the Bloodhounds was a real sight, his mint green miniskirt flying around and rising a bit too high than it should, giving a glimpse of the curve of his ass.

Maybe if Leander put some more work in his brain rather than in his muscles you wouldn’t be in this situation. You glance at him from a corner of the bar, and your eyes soften at the scene in front of you; everyone so happy, not a single worry, just cheers and the clacks of pints of beer.

Just happiness, and you feel a pang in your heart thinking about how much you have missed all of this in your life.

A pang that rapidly left when warmth engulfed your body.

“What are you doing here, all alone?” It’s Vere's raspy voice. You turn around and you see the spark in those foxy eyes, but it takes a second, an uncoordinated movement, and your hands fall on his chest, your very naked hands on his equally bare chest.

You can see his eyes getting wide before white smoke spreads all around him, you look around but thankfully nobody notices what is going on. When you look back it’s almost hard to believe what is standing in front of you.

Vere is in a butler uniform, a purple tie matching his previous clothing, but the color of the uniform is lucid black in contrast with the white shirt. He looks at himself, maroon hair swirls with every move of his head.

“If you wanted my services you should have just asked” He chuckles, that fake chuckle he always uses to hide his real, more beautiful but way higher laughter.

You stay still, Vere is beautiful, and also very dangerous, your mouth is dry and you don’t understand if it is because of his new uniform or because his proposal sounded cunning to your trained ears.

“Come with me, master.” You notice how low his voice gets before calling you that way, his gloved hand touches your waist, slightly forcing you towards one of the many alleyways in the back of the bar. You keep walking, but your eyes find their pace looking at his face, his marks still present, the corner of his lips upwards, his ears twitching in what you suspect is delight.

Vere opens one door at the end of the alley, the wood is moldy and the red color is now barely visible, you don’t move an inch, so Vere bows a little, his hand toward the room, a silent ‘after you’.

The room is surprisingly clean, lace doily adorning the tables, fresh flowers in each vase, they are your faves and you start to question how much the little incident of before was actually planned.

“Sit down master, I’ll prepare you tea.” Vere taps on a chair in front of the kitchen island, he doesn’t wait for you to move, already walking towards the kettle, showing you his back.

“I’d rather have coffee” You reply, finally sitting where Vere showed you “Oolong tea it is then” Vere chirps, maybe hoping he got nicer was asking too much.

Silence resonates in the room, while you both wait for the water to boil, Vere never turns to you, so you have the time to admire his new fit: apart from his shoulder the upper part of the uniform is backless, you can see his spine and you remember when Ais told you that some yokai hate to have their back covered since it is one of the most sensible part of their bodies. Your heart starts to thrum faster, thinking how much you’d like to trace his spine down with your fingertips, your gaze lower till you meet the fur of his tail, so big and soft and you know how much Vere likes to take care of it.

“You should snap a picture” Vere takes you down on earth again “I’d like to look at myself when all of this will wear off.” You don’t have time to reply, but maybe it is better that way, he turns a little, so he can side-eye your reaction and you feel so little under his teasing gaze.

“Your tea.” You hesitate before taking the cup, tea has never been your favorite beverage but right now it tastes like abrosia on your tongue. Vere doesn’t even touch his cup, eye feline while he slowly walks behind you, his hands now on your shoulders.

“You look so tense.” His gloved hands try to untangle the knots in your muscles, the point of his tail tickles up your right leg, while you can sense his lips getting more and more near your left ear.

“What do you want me to do master? I’m here for you.” Vere whispers, hands sliding down your shoulders to your collarbones, lips now dangerously close to your neck. Warmth envelops your body, clothes now a bother you’d gladly get rid of.

“Touch me, Vere.” His eyes soften, you don’t see them, but you feel his sharp canines into your neck, and his gloved hands running to your chest, groping and playing with it, the sensation dulled by the layers of clothes.

“Eat me-“ Your phrase interrupted by Vere’s mouth on yours, his teeth sinking in your bottom lip, but not hard enough to break it, his tongue soon meeting yours in a passionate dance of mingling breaths and broken moans.

And it was so hard not to grip his face to pull him closer, to sink your hands in his marron hair, maybe massage his furry ears-

For now, you’ll have to settle for sucking his tongue, savoring his gasps.

Sadly he pulls away, you follow his lips not ready to relinquish the warmth his making you feel. Vere smirks, it’s nice to see such delicious prey so needy for him. He opens your pants, pushing your hands away when you try to do it, his lips finding yours each time you try to get in control of the situation.

“Turn on your back.” You follow Vere's order, not before throwing your pants somewhere on the floor. You soon feel his hand on your hair, the next moment it pushed your head onto the kitchen counter, your ass up in the air, brushing against his clothed erection.

“You want to be eaten here too?” His gloved head touches your core, still covered by your undergarment, he plays with it, snapping it against your warmth, making you whine.

“Ah-ah master-“ His chest presses against your back “I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want” Vere chirps, but the low tone of his voice tells you he isn’t as unaffected as he’d like to look.

“Please, touch me there!” You moan out, knowing full well you’ll be flooded by shame when your mind will start to work again.

Now it’s not a problem, not when you feel Vere’s blowing on your now exposed sex, sticky strands already drenching your thighs

You gasp and Vere chuckles before delving into your core, Vere’s tongue swept between your dripping folds in a steady motion, sweeping upwards repeatedly before kissing and sucking your clit.

Your hips jerk, pushing his face even more against your buttcheeks, your sex clenches on his warm tongue, sticky with saliva and your essence.

“Fuck, Vere-“ You grip hard the kitchen island “you are so g-good, please-” mind getting numb by the fog of pleasure, body burning in bliss.

“You have been so good, so good” He whispers, between deep licks and gentle sucking.

Vere doesn’t stop even when you reach the apex of pleasure, lapping you up like a dog. When he finally pulls off you turn around, eyes teary so he is a bit blurred, but you can see it, your essence staining his chin, some strands of his marron hair stuck on his face, your gaze trails downwards when you notice his boner constrained in his tailored pants.

“Yeah master turn around, you want this too right” His voice is raspy and you nod while he pushes down his pants, he doesn’t wear any underwear and you bask in the satisfaction you could get Vere so hard.

He unties the bow “Gimme your hands” He orders, the soft cotton of his purple tie bonding your wrist together behind your back “This way you won’t have to worry” Vere winks, before pulling out a tissue from the front pocket of his jacket, you tilt your head silently questioning what he wanted to do, a smirks grace his face.

You understand when he pushes it into your mouth “You’ll need it, we don’t want to wake all our neighboors right?” Vere winks, and you would have gladly sent him to fuck himself if it wasn’t for your full mouth and his cock penetrating your core. You’d love to wait a moment, for the ache to dull a little, but Vere doesn’t share your idea, fucking into your hole without any care hands leaving indents on your thighs for how hard he is trying to keep you in place.

“V-Vere! S-Slow down-“ You gasps out, spine arching

“Master, you still don’t know your body?” Vere slows a little, his thrust still hitting deep into you, making you feel all his length “Your core is clenching so hard, it doesn’t want me to pull away” You close your eyes, head tilting back, letting out a shameful sigh; fuck he is right.

Damn Vere and his skills.

His right hand moves from thigh and trail up to reach your neck, so exposed and inviting. Vere grips, hard, and you gag opening your eyes wide.

“Master, please tell me to choke you.” Red eyes swirling in liquid pleasure, mouth shaped in an ‘o’, shirt wrinkled, jacket in a similar fashion, he takes off the tissue in your mouth, drenched in spit.

“Choke me, Vere.” You gasp out the best you can, his hand so tight on your throat. He nods and moans out, the more he increases the pressure the harder you clench on his length.

You feel your mind numbing, his thrusts get faster and arhythmic, but they always hit your sweet spot which makes you see stars every time. He pressed his forehead against yours, his sweat mixing with yours, Vere pounds into you, slower, but harder and you can see his maroon tail high every time he sheath his entire length into you.

A higher moan from the man on top of you is a telltale sign of his impending orgasm, your lips touch his initiating a kiss that is all tongue and whines till you both reach your apex.

Vere pulls out and you soon feel his cum staining your thighs, you wince thinking you’ll need to ask the scam mage for some kind of pill. Vere massages your thighs “Is your throat fine?”, he kisses your knee while he waits for your answer “It has been better, but I’m fine.”

Vere nods “This curse of yours is pretty interesting, do you agree?” He pushes back some strands of his maroon hair, reddish eyes looking directly into yours.

“Talking about curses, can you untie me?” You ask arching your back, showing your still bonded wrists.

Vere smirks and a shiver runs down your spine; nothing good comes from that.

“I think the master needs to relax some more-“ Vere gets on his knees again, you lift yourself a little from the counter, looking at him in the eyes, pupils wide and with that sparkle.

You sigh “Yeah the master really needs it, the night is still long after all, help me out” You notice his tail wag left and right.

“My pleasure.”

The night is still long.

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved smut #touchstarved vere #touchstarved imagines #touchstarved x reader

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kajaono · 7 months

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The color symblism in Dracula Untold

How the change of colors represents Vlads and Mirenas journey through out the movie (Spoilers for the movie of course)

Colors are extremly important in Dracula Untold and they are not only used to look fancy. Everything in this movie centers around three main colors: Black, white and red

Red symbolizes blood, but in a positiv way. Red means: Being alive, being full of life. Black symbolizes the darkness. White symbolizes purity, but also death. No really deep, I have to admit, but the interesting bit is how those colors are used throughout the movie and how Red is the connecting element between Black and White

Let me explain it to you.

This movie starts with a blood red sky. Symbolizing Vlads bloody past, but also indiacting that Red is his color. (Also keep in mind how warm the colors look here. That will be important later on)

Same goes the following scenes. he is dressed entierly in red. A warm gentle red. And he is surronded by warm red colors. (But already notice how he is always dressed in: red + black.)

And also his wife is dressed in the same red. Because she and Vlad share the same life, the same human (!) life and of course love. So it is just logical they are both dressed in Red. It is a little bit hard to see here but Mierna wears red + white. (Also pay attention to how the warm colors are slowly vanishing).

After Dracula makes the decision to be turned we see the coat one last time. Dramatic and it looks like it is flying away from him. And again it is red + black.

After that scene we never see him in his red coat ever again. The red, symbolizing life, is gone, completly, from one moment to the next. From here on, he never wears anything red ever again. We only see him dressed in black from now on. Showing that he isn't human anymore. Belonging completly to the darkness. (Sorry, the movie also looses every color from here on and it was so hard to find scenes where you see that he dressed in all-black).

And now the most interesting bit. His wife is still dressed in red. The same red she is wearing from the beginning onwards, the same red her husband wore before he was turned. because she is still full of life. (Red + white).

But then her story slowly comes to an end. She isn't suddenly killed like Vlad, instead she is slowly drained off life. In her finale scene she is wearing an all white dress. Only inside the sleeves we can see a strong red color, symbolizing being full of life.

But when you look closer that sleeves are not completly red anymore, the red starts to vanish. Aka she moves closer to her death. She leaves her life (red) behind to join the light and purity, aka death (white).

And shortly before Vlad dies, even his extremly red uniform is now black. It only turns red again, shortly before he "dies", and only for a really short moment. because for a short moemnt he is human again, for this short moment he had found peace (i refuse to take a screenhot of this extremly ugly CGI scene).

And then Vlad and Mirena meet again in present time. In front of red and white flowers, the same folowers that surronded them during their first meeting in the garden (deleted scene).

And now Mirena is completly dressed in white and him completly in black. All red is gone.

He has become one with the darkness and she has become a true bride of darkness. She is pure, and she is the light in the darkness and she is a bride. But all red is gone. Because they both died. The life is vanished from both of them. They are both shadows of their former selves, altered, something new. They will never be able to return their former life’s (red).

TL.DR: The symbolism of Red/White/Black is not really deep, but it is consistent and used in a really clever way. One i haven't seen often in other movies yet. The production team really put a second thought into it. The color red is extremely important for Vlads journey.

Bonus:

Them having their finale meeting in front of a HUGE ASS DRAGON picture. The same dragon that was on Vlads uniform!

#dracula untold #color symbolism

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prettypiscesgal · 2 years

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Friends without benefits 2

part 2 - read part 1 here

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Warnings: angst & implied smut

Listen while reading:

Fight or flight - Conan Gray

Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Mr. Collins was on my ass about-” My explanation dies on my tongue as I take in the scene before me.

Chrissy was sat on my seat next to Eddie, her cute cheer uniform still on and she’s smiling softly, giving me a little wave.

It’s been a week and I’ve tried, really tried, to wash down my hate and jealousy. The fact Eddie could so easily jump into a relationship with Chrissy after keeping me a secret for months. I’ve endured him, trying not to let him notice how much I despise him. I know it’s not fair to hate him for not having the same feelings as me.

He’s not a villain, he just doesn’t love me.

But it’s very hard. I haven’t talked to him much. Always giving him short responses and ignoring him to speak to Dustin or Mike. And i’ve started walking home so I don’t have to sit in a car with him and Chrissy. I don’t think I could handle that.

“Hey Y/N.” Eddie smiles as if everything was normal. “We already started without you, but you can still pull up a chair.”

They started without me.

They never start without me.

Yeah, it’s not like I’m a player, but they always wait for me to start.

And Eddie always saves that seat for me.

Always.

Fuck, I know it’s not that big of a deal, but I can feel my eyes starting to tear up. I can’t stop crying, I haven’t been able to stop crying over everything recently.

“Um, actually I’ll just skip out on watching this one.” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “But, um, I’ll just see you guys at my place later for the party.”

“Party?” Eddie says, his eyebrows scrunching.

“Dude.” Dustin rolls his eyes, “The birthday party for her cat? Bowie? The one she’s been planning since September?”

“Oh, right! Sorry, brain fart.” He smiles, shaking his head and I look at the ground, trying to hide how my lip quivers.

He can’t even remember the party. The party I spent all those late nights talking with him about. He wasn’t even listening, no, probably just waiting until he could take my clothes off.

Fuck him.

“Eddie. What about our date?” Chrissy whispers softly, looking to him.

“Fuck, you’re right, princess.” He says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “Sorry. We planned to go out tonight.”

“No, it’s all good.” I reply, quickly wiping my tears before anyone could see. There’s no way I’ll ever let this asshole see me cry over him. “I was actually going to cancel the party. I mean, who throws a birthday party for a cat anyway?”

I awkwardly laugh, everyone else looking at me worriedly, “But we’ve been talking about it for months. You’ve been planning it for even longer.” Mike says.

“Yeah, but it’s stupid. Its all stupid!” I exclaim, my arms flailing wildly. Everyone is looking at me with concerned expressions. Except Eddie. He’s just looking down at the table as if I wasn’t even there. “I’ll see you Monday.”

I ran back to my house, crying my heart out the whole way home. I was sick of feeling like this. Sick of being the second option. Hell, if we’re honest, I wasn’t even an option.

It doesn’t matter now. Eddie found his person and I have no one.

I suck it up for a couple hours, long enough to pull out the cake I had made for Bowie and light some candles on it. After, we cuddled and watched his favorite movie, Labyrinth, of course.

“I’m sorry more people couldn’t come. I kind of have no friends now.” I whisper to Bowie, cuddling him tighter to me.

“Meow.”

“Except you of course. You’re my best friend.”

———

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Eddie.” Dustin said, pulling Eddie away from the group to scold him.

“What’d I do now, Henderson?” Eddie replies, pulling his head back in confusion and shock.

“Can’t you see how horribly you’re treating Y/N. You really skipped Bowie’s party for a date? You know how much that meant to her!” Dustin scolds, pressing his finger into Eddie’s chest accusingly.

“I..” He trails off, not knowing how to respond to that. In reality, he’d been focusing so much on Chrissy and their relationship because he was scared. It was new and fragile and he didn’t want to upset her and have her leave. He cared about her.

“Do you even care about Y/N anymore?”

“Of course I do! What the fuck are you on about!?” He replied immediately, becoming defensive.

“You have basically shut her out every since you got with Chrissy. God, are you really this dense?” Dustin shakes his head like a disappointed mother.

“No I..” Once again, he cuts himself off. He knows it’s true. He has shut her out and he hasn’t been focusing on her because of Chrissy.

Because he knows she can so easily destroy their relationship with one look.

“I love her.” Eddie admits and Dustin’s jaw drops. Eddie’s eyes widen at what he just admitted. Of course he loves her. He was just so sick of waiting for her to give him any sign that she felt the same. And when she didn’t even flinch at the idea of him asking Chrissy out, he thought he should just move on.

That proved as a difficult task because no matter how hard he tried to focus on just Chrissy, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t replace her.

“Well, you got a funny way of showing it, idiot!” Dustin yelled, stomping away and leaving Eddie alone to dwell on his own idiotic mistakes.

———

I decided to skip school today and cuddle up with Bowie. I need some time to recollect myself and all my emotions. Because I think if I saw Eddie right now, I’d immediately slap him in the face.

“Bowie? Where you going?” I ask, watching as the cat suddenly jumps out of my arms and runs over to the window. I climb out of bed and walk over to the window.

“Nothing’s here, b- OH MY GOD!” I scream when a head comes popping in the frame of my window and I fall backwards onto my ass.

I look back up to the window to find Eddie’s face, snickering at the fact he just scared me so bad I fell on my ass.

Oh, he is so lucky I took those anger management classes back in 7th grade.

“What do you want?” I ask, opening my window to look down at him, who’s currently clinging to the roof of my garage.

“Can I come in?” He asks, looking down at the 10 foot drop with a gulp, and then back to me.

“No. Go hang out with Chrissy or something.” I roll my eyes, looking to Bowie at my side who is glaring at Eddie.

“Meow.”

“Bowie doesn’t want you here either, so..” I shrug, starting to close my window, but he quickly grabs it with his hand and pushes it back open.

“Okay, Bowie loves me.” Bowie replies with a hiss to his words and I just raise my eyebrows with an ‘i told you so’ look. “Come on, I just want to apologize.”

“To me, or Bowie?” I ask.

“Both of you.” He says, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. Which, even though I’m so fucking pissed at him, look really pretty in this lighting.

Oh, fuck him and his perfect eyes.

I groan, walking away from the window and leaving it open so he can climb through. I can practically hear his grin as he stumbles through the window, into my room.

“How would Chrissy feel knowing your alone in another girl’s bedroom?” I can’t help how much venom is in my voice. I don’t have anything against Chrissy, I’m just a jealous bitch.

“We broke up.” He replies and I quickly turn to face him with a shocked face.

“What!?”

“Because I love you.”

“What!?”

“I said-”

“I know what you said, numb nuts.” I scoff, “God, what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?”

“I.. what?” He looks at me, confused and a little scared.

“You are such a fucking mess, Eddie.” I groan, dragging my hands down my face. “If you love me, why’d you get with Chrissy? Why’d you treat me like shit after you got with Chrissy? Why’d you just use me for sex all those months before that? Why did you break up with her and come crawling to me as if that immediately fixes everything? Fuck you!”

“I-” He just stares in shock, opening and closing his mouth while trying to think of how to respond. “I didn’t know you liked me back-”

“Didn’t know!?” I cut him off, “Are you blind? Or are you just stupid?”

“Okay, fuck!” He finally shouts, flailing his arms around. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. You’re right, I’m a mess! I never had girls actually want me before, I’ve always just been the freak, and you were the first girl to ever show interest in me. And I didn’t even know what to do or think and I thought you just wanted sex and didn’t want to actually be seen with the ‘Freak of Hawkins’. I mean, fuck, you were the closest thing I had to a girlfriend before Chrissy. I thought I could just start dating Chrissy and replace you because I couldn’t take just having sex with you and not loving you. But obviously that didn’t work and I found out that she was just dating me out of pity, so, I’m sorry and I love you and I don’t know what else to say.”

We both stare at each other with wide eyes, Eddie breathing heavily after his long rant. I look down to the ground while I try to process everything.

I mean, as far as excuses go, I suppose that was a pretty good one. I guess we were both just pretty blind and stupid.

“Um.. So Chrissy said she dated you out of pity?” I ask, looking up at him. He nods with his head down. “Wow. That’s pretty embarrassing for you.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs, shaking his head and I smile at the sight of his pretty face.

“I can’t believe you were trying to replace me with Chrissy. God, you’re an idiot.” I say, pushing at his shoulder.

“I know.” He pushes my hand away, smiling at me, “So.. you forgive me?”

“No.” I reply and his whole face drops.

“Oh come on, what do I have to do?” He whines, giving me those same puppy dog eyes.

“Get on your knees and convince me.”

His eyes shine at my words, “Gladly.”

———

sorry for making you wait

also some people’s @ weren’t working so sorry if i couldn’t tag you.

love you all !!

@honneypies @fujiihime @bratckerman @munsonzzgf @spookybabey @eddieslotionbottlecap @thegirlthatsfalling @lexthemess21 @insomniac23 @mega-fandoms-everythingrock @celestialallysum @grimmbunniee @deadpoolgirl23 @missgay15 @strangerdangerb1tch @hellv1ra @bambi-laufeyson @st-sucker @ksldicne0 @aedicn @elxctro @bisexual-d0ughnut

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cocogum · 6 months

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The awareness level of Sukuna’s existence doesn’t make any sense.

When I had first watched season 1 for the first time, I always found it weird how no one around Yuji was terrified that he was a walking time bomb.

Like these people have all gone through either the Kyoto Jujutsu High or the Tokyo one. And what do these sorcery schools teach? They teach the basic topics that any school has to have but they primarily teach the different grades (from Grade 4 weakest to Special Grade strongest), how domains work, history of sorcery, general sorcery techniques like barriers, but above all, they teach the different types of curses. Since they’d be teaching the students about all types of curses, they would have obviously taught them about the LITERAL KING OF CURSES and what he had done in the past (like his achievements 😀).

Since that’s the case, how come no one is freaking out or aware that the literal embodiment of chaos’s vessel is now walking around with them??????

Because if you think about it, the only thing separating any jujutsu sorcerer from getting killed, sliced, shredded to bits, or eaten by Sukuna is a 15 year old dude who just started to learn what curses and jujutsu even was 💀.

The only people who actually have good reasons to act this casual were Gojo and the non-sorcerers. Gojo, because he’s literally the strongest so he’d have no reason to be scared of Sukuna (they’re almost equals). And the non-sorcerers because well….they just have no idea who Sukuna is.

And yet, that’s not what we got. Instead, we even got the sorcerer students from both schools acting casual around Yuji as if he didn’t have Sukuna in his back pocket. And it’s not like these students haven’t seen a curse before. A lot of them have a hard time dealing with them so they are AWARE how much of a pain in the ass they are. So why would they not take Yuji’s case a bit more seriously like how they did with Yuta’s?

Cuz I don’t know about you but they painfully made it clear that there was a HUGE difference between the two and all it took to show it was a one hour movie 💀

(Ex: making Yuta wear a distinct white uniform instead of blue just to make the students and teachers aware of his presence.)

(Ex: Maki and the gang attacking Yuta as soon as they meet him because they sensed his cursed energy as soon as he came in the class.)

(Ex: he immediately gets to be ranked as a special grade for containing the ‘Queen of Curses’.)

Yuta even gets a full scene of Gojo and the higher-ups talking about his case in the movie. Now I’m not saying that the higher-ups didn’t talk about Yuji. I’m just saying that, unlike Yuta, we didn’t see his. Yuji didn’t even get to be ranked as a special grade as soon as he got accepted by the school despite containing the KING OF CURSES, someone who literally outranks the ‘Queen of Curses’ by simply blinking.

So even when Yuta had been in the same shoes as him, we can see how he got treated more seriously than Yuji. Like the math isn’t mathing.

The only one who had acted concerned and scared as soon as they saw Yuji, was the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High, Yoshinobu Gakuganji.

He saw Yuji, was shocked to see him alive, and tried to tell his own students to kill him during the Kyoto Goodwill Event.

His students (excluding Todo) actually listened to him but the weird part about this was the fact that they never show an ounce of curiosity or shock from witnessing someone who withstood Sukuna’s fingers and is actually keeping him in check (for now).

The first time they all saw Yuji, their focus were apparently too into the souvenirs Gojo bought for them that they barely even noticed him or registered the fact that they were all going to compete against someone who has the King of Curses captive in their body.

But that’s clearly not an excuse to NOT notice him! Like come on would you rather focus your time and energy on the vessel that literally keeps the embodiment of DEATH, or on a flimsy ass souvenir????

Now I’m not saying that just because we saw a lot of instances where Yuta was discriminated or taken special treatment means that Yuji did not get treated the same way just because we haven’t seen any scenes like that with him.

I’m just saying that it’s weird how we DIDN’T see any scenes like that with Yuji.

Also, to top it all off, did NO ONE tell Yuji about what Sukuna was capable of??? The only instance where we do see Yuji learning more about Sukuna is when he was nonchalantly walking with Gojo to see principal Yaga for the first time. All Yujj got to know about Sukuna was that: 1. He used to be a human and 2. He had ascended to become a higher being and now kills people for his amusement. I’m legit surprised to see how they haven’t even told Yuji about Sukuna’s abilities. All Gojo said about it was that Yuji could gain Sukuna’s abilities if he trained. He never explicitly said anything about what these abilities were.

And I get that Gojo actually sucks at being a teacher (a first-year teacher) which is why I can give him a pass (even though you have to be this stupid to not be able to at least tell your student what the enemy can do).

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moescaria · 9 days

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Hi! I started following you after developing an obsession over our favorite weirdo, Shiryu. So if you dont mind me asking, do you have any personal headcanons for him?

Ohhh, wow... I'm so flattered that you think I'm qualified to give headcanons, but I'll throw some your way! - For real-world nationalities, I think he would be Japanese and Eastern European/Russian, since he's referred to as Shiryu (Japanese) and Shiliew (couldn't really find much on this name aside from stuff with the suffix -ew, which allegedly has roots in East European countries and Russia... I know Shiliew is the stupid version of Shiryu but let me live. I definitely don't think he's 100% Japanese and couldn't decide). In terms of the OP world I think he's from Wano (like everyone else's headcanon probably). - BLONDE HAIR UNDERNEATH THE HAT! Also shaves pretty much every day and never has stubble. I think he is pretty on top of his hygiene in terms of shaving/body hair... I've never seen someone in the military with a beard so I'm pretty sure he needed to be cleanly shaven (notice how hes cleanly shaven in jail too! Force of habit after he was imprisoned). - I think he likes to sit on his big couch with a glass of whiskey and listening to rock on a record player... white dad style! - Obviously has that lingering smell of tobacco... to a degree you wouldn't even imagine. As soon as he walks in the room it hits you like a ton of bricks. I have a headcanon (with a few others) that he isn't even fully undetectable when he's invisible, since he reeks of tobacco. To a lesser degree ... he smells like leather and always kinda smells a little like sweat (HELP). I don't think he'd use a very strong cologne and if he does its sooo overpowered by the Pungent tobacco... yuck! - (sorry for this one) Has a bit of pudge on him... I mean look at the shape of the guy! He was sitting on his ass on level six for a while without training (and slides my own lore into this headcanon... my oc Freya is a cook at Impel Down and brings him big rare steaks at least once every day while they're both there... feeding him well). Has a big ol' tummy. Love! - Probably really tense from wearing that heavy ass jacket for like... twenty years and is sooo grumpy about it. You already know he just slumps down on the couch after taking off his coat and kicks his legs up with a big harumph. This being said, I like to think he wears nothing but a white beater and those green-ish pants underneath that uniform of his!

^^ Following up with the uniform thing... he definitely doesn't train with that heavy ass jacket and gloves on so his hands are pretty rough and calloused. After the time skip when he starts training extensively again he loses a little weight (boohoo). Can't decide if he takes off the hat when he trains but I don't think he's Shiryu without the hat. Can you picture him training, all out of breath and he reaches for a cigar... dude you're a loser actually - Another shared headcanon with a few of my friends, and one of my favorites... I think he talks to Raiu, to keep it brief. Sees it—or her, in his words—as his companion. The thrill of the chase is a feeling that will never get old... he expresses his gratitude for his beloved katana in its strict up-keeping (which we saw in that little scene with Shiryu and Laffitte)! He loves his sword more than the air he breathes... probably the most (and only) honorable trait the man has as a swordsman. It's something that grants him so much power... Raiu's seen it all! - Again, another shared friend headcanon (shout out... heeyyy... kicks my legs cutely), Laffitte and Shiryu have a rather interesting relationship as Teach's right-hand men. Surely, there's reasons why Teach has Laffitte as his Chief of Staff, and Shiryu's allegedly the strongest (aside from Kuzan probably)... after that scene in Zou, tell me there isn't some sexual tension. What were they doing, what did Burgess interrupt..? Can't get too far into this without having a stroke, but they have the dynamic of an old money couple. Each has the other wrapped around their finger... it just works. ANYWAYS. Hope these will suffice... dms are always open for discussion since I'm really not trying to write about Shiryu dick and balls on the tl LMFAO... happy to see he has fans, though! :-)

#one piece #shiryu of the rain #laffitte #hope you enjoy ... im so shy about this you dont even know #dms are always open please talk to me please pleaes plea *combusts*#headcanons

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adiduck · 8 months

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okay okay, one more guess

86’ ice n mav waking up in 22 for the first time. like getting hatched out of whatever lab or elsewhere they get pulled to

EVERYONE wants this scene and I refuse to write it because I genuinely have NO IDEA how the heck they convince these two that this is real and not some sort of kidnapping attempt or very strange hallucination/dream LMFAO we are all just going to accept that it works. In consolation, my friend, please accept the first scene with either of them as a POV character:

Ice isn’t sure what exactly he’s expecting when he and Mav walk into Top Gun thirty-three years in their own future.

It is emphatically not what he gets.

Next to him, Mav whistles, low and shocked. “Well, looks like you did pretty well for yourself,” he says.

Ice doesn’t answer. He is in a staring contest with a picture of himself, clearly older, in the front hallway of one of the most elite naval aviation schools in the country. Older him has four stars on his shoulders and is staring down the cameraman--and the viewer, presumably--like he is fully daring someone to comment.

What the fucking Christ? Nobody thought to warn him?

“Oh, hey, look, it’s that picture of us from the newspapers after Layton,” Mav says, and Ice drags his eyes away from--well, himself as the CINCPACFLT, no, COMPACFLT, COMPACFLT, they changed it--to look behind him at the picture literally right across from his official Navy portrait as a four-star Admiral. It is, indeed, the picture from the papers--the two of them, disheveled and hyped up on the adrenaline of surviving six MiGs all shooting at them at once, grinning fit to be tied and shaking hands.

“Good to know I’ve made it into your shrine,” Mav says, apparently kind of entertained. “They weren’t kidding when they said the future remembers us as a good team, huh?”

Ice shakes his head, shoulders unwinding a little in spite of himself. It’s really hard to be worked up at all this in the face of Mav’s cocky good cheer. “We’re going to be late,” he says, and turns away from the picture.

“We’re going to be late anyway,” Mav says, and takes two long strides to catch up to Ice. “Do we even know which way we’re going?”

“Other way,” says a voice--the same voice, but a little deeper, a slight gravel to it. Ice turns his head, and then snaps to attention and salutes, Mav next to him doing the same, as a figure he hadn’t really noticed before pushes off where he’s leaning against the corner and walks over to them. It’s Mav, but it’s not--older, for sure, with laugh lines around his eyes and cut deeper into his mouth. His hair’s cut a little different, and the color’s lighter--a dark gray, Ice realizes, as the light catches it in places. The slope of his eyebrows is a little softer, too, and the tilt of his mouth assessing. His eyes on them are the same though--sharp and green, taking them both in slowly, like he’s trying to decide what to do with them.

He’s wearing a Captain’s uniform, in the way that looks natural--like he’s been wearing it for years. Who knew Maverick Mitchell would ever make Captain?

Captain Mitchell stops in front of them now, returns the salute. And then he smiles, the same smile Ice is familiar with on a much older face, flashing slightly crooked teeth. “Lieutenants Kazansky and Mitchell,” he greets. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Next to Ice, Mav is practically vibrating out of his skin.

“No harm done, sir,” Ice says carefully. “We didn’t realize we were meeting you this early.”

“Oh, you’re not,” the Captain says. “I was never here.” He winks at Ice. “But Cyclone’s a hard ass, and if you wander down that way you really will be late. He’s down the right fork.” The Captain points.

“...Ah,” Ice says, voice going a little wry. “Thank you, sir.”

The Captain grins again. “Pretty sure it’s rude to tell your superior officer he’s full of shit even in your own head, Lieutenant Kazansky.” Ice freezes. The Captain laughs, and turns to go. “See you both later.”

“...That’s it?” bursts out of Mav’s mouth. He looks a bit startled after, like he didn’t mean to say it.

The Captain turns to look at Mav--at his younger self. For a moment they stare at each other, silent.

Then the Captain smiles again--different this time. A twist to his mouth. “That’s it, Lieutenant,” he says. “I’ll see you later.” And then he turns back around, rounds a corner in the hallway, and is gone.

For a moment, they’re both silent, standing alone in the hallway.

“How long was he standing there?” Mav explodes.

Ice sighs. “Does it matter?” He turns to go down the right fork.

“Yes, it matters,” Mav says, turning with him and taking two long strides to catch up to Ice. Ice smirks. Mav elbows him. “Shut it. But yeah, he was scoping us out.”

“He’s going to have to train us, and this is weird as shit,” Ice points out. “Makes sense to see how we’re taking it. He did point us in the right direction.”

“We don’t know that yet,” Mav grumbles.

Ice eyes him. “You think he sent us the wrong way on purpose?”

Mav grumbles, but doesn’t say he does. Ice shrugs, and for a bit they continue down the hallway until they find a plaque with numbers.

“Looks like this is the right way,” Ice says.

“Oh, fuck off,” Mav says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Ice snorts, and they keep walking.

“He’s not married or anything, you know,” Mav says, out of the blue. “Married to the job I guess.”

Ice hums. He hadn’t looked at his own file--there were more important things to know for his first day. They weren’t going to meet him, they’d been told, just Mav, and didn’t that make a lot of fucking sense now--

Anyway. Anyway. It’d seemed to him that there were some things he shouldn’t know yet about himself.

In hindsight, maybe the file would have been that warning he was missing when he walked in, Ice thinks wryly.

Mav shrugs. “Means Charlie and I don’t make it. Bit of a downer.”

Ah. Ice glances over at him, nudges their shoulders together. “Maybe you can ask him what happened--preempt whatever the issue was.”

“Maybe,” Mav says. “Naw, but I’m excited to meet Bradley!” He turns, grinning. “Did you see that? Goose’s kid! He became a pilot! Good enough to be on this mission, even. Have you met him back in our time?”

Ice has not met Bradley Bradshaw. He’s seen him, once--in his mother’s arms at Goose’s funeral, dressed in a little black suit and crying because he didn’t understand, because everyone around him was sad, because he missed his dad and didn’t get yet why he hadn’t come back.

Goose was probably away a lot as far as Bradley was concerned. Ice wonders if he understands even a month later that his dad will never come home.

“I haven’t,” Ice admits. “Guess I’ll be doing this a bit backwards.”

“He’s a great kid,” Mav says, smiling in a way that feels--strange. Not forced, per se. Sad. Wistful. Still fond. “He looks just like Goose, really--even at four. And, uh, a bit older now, obviously.” He trails off, smile falling off his face. Bradley Bradshaw is now older than Nick “Goose” Bradshaw would ever be.

“Damn, but Goose’d be proud,” Mav mutters eventually, quietly.

“I’ll bet,” Ice says, and Mav falls silent for real, lost in thought. Ice clenches his jaw, knocks their shoulders together again. Mav jostles like he’s waking up, gives Ice a distracted-looking smile.

Ice doesn’t know what to say. He never has, about this. He’d barely managed to scrape ‘I’m sorry’ out of the core of him the first time, and that was the least Mav had deserved.

He doesn’t have to figure it out now, fortunately. In front of them looms an office door, Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson on a simple plaque outside.

“Ready?” Ice asks.

Mav snorts. “Born ready,” he says, and does the honors of knocking.

“Come in,” a man calls out.

Here we go, Ice thinks, as Mav reaches for the doorknob, pushes it open for them to walk through. Fire or clear.

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enchanting-eloquence · 2 years

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Good... very good

Authors note: This is my first story share in a looong time but what can I say? TGM got me good, and I 'm kinda obsessed! All feedback welcome 🙃 Note - I've played around with timing here and set this the night before mission take off, I figure Rooster would definitely get on that piano more than once!

Synopsis: 3.3k words. You (f!reader) go for a quiet night at the Hard Deck, but Hangman has other ideas and takes you away somewhere quiet to make the most of his last night of freedom.

Warnings: Sooo much smut, definitely NSFW and minors DO NOT INTERACT, alcohol, penetrative sex, swearing. I think that's it but tell me if I've missed anything - it's been a while!

Good... very good

It wasn’t your usual scene, and you knew fine well that drinking alone in a navy bar was just asking for trouble. But it had been one of those weeks and you needed some down time to clear your head.

And so there you were, perched on a bar stool at the Hard Deck with a glass of wine cradled in your hands, exuding a “fuck off” air to everyone but the lovely owner, who’d introduced herself when you wandered in from the beach and told you to call on her if you had any trouble.

A glass and a half of wine in and trouble was so far pretty distant; or so you thought until a ringing bell and accompanying loud cheer made you look up from the table and straight into a pair of steely green eyes on the opposite side of the bar.

Hot was your first thought.

Trouble was your second.

And since you were determinedly avoiding the latter, you simply took a moment to appreciate the perfect blond hair, broad shoulders, tanned forearms, exquisitely fitted uniform and delicious jawline before shaking your head and turning your attention back to your wine and the football game playing on the screen above you.

“This seat taken?” A low voice drawled, as you noticed an arm on the stool next to you.

Sighing, you looked up, only to meet those eyes once again.

Your head told you to get rid of him, but when something deep in your abdomen pulsed, your early wine buzz told you that maybe a little flirting could be fun. And so you shook your head.

He nodded in acknowledgement and put two drinks on the table - a beer in front of his own stool, and a glass of wine in front of yours.

“Thought you should take advantage too. Some idiot’s buying a round for the whole bar.” One side of his lips perked up as he jerked his head upwards. “Hangman.”

Grateful for the drink you raised your eyebrows. “Y/n. Thanks for the drink - that you didn’t buy.”

He took a swig of his beer, eyes never once leaving yours. “You look like a woman on a mission y/n.”

“And if the mission was to avoid arrogant ass navy boys then I’ve failed huh?”

He laughed, the insult sliding off him as he took another drink.

“You don’t look like a woman who fails at much.”

You let out a low laugh. “Well, maybe you should tell my ex that. He liked to think I failed at a lot.”

“Sounds like the man was an idiot.”

It was enough to raise a genuine smile. Enough that you gave up on solitude once and for all, and turned to face him as you raised your glass. “True. Here’s to living life without idiots.” You sipped your wine thoughtfully and looked at his face - really looked. Christ he was hot.

“How about you Hangman? On a mission tonight?”

He pursed his lips consideringly. “The mission starts tomorrow darlin’, and it’s a big one. Tonight is about living life.” He raised his own glass in return and drank deeply, his eyes still on yours in a way that seemed to unlock something inside you. You felt your self-control wobble slightly.

“What does that even mean, living life?” You nodded towards the other uniformed pilots drinking and laughing by the pool table. “Drinking with your buddies over there?”

Hangman shrugged, for the first time looking away from you as he surveyed the scene across the bar. You saw the change in expression as he took in each of his colleagues; a softening of his eyes as he looked at two chiselled men by the dartboard, the threat of a laugh as he took in a woman and a nervous looking guy joking their way through a game of pool, and finally a grimace as he saw a tall moustached man in a Hawaiian shirt make his way towards the group. The changes were almost unnoticeable - and probably would’ve been if you hadn’t been watching him so shamelessly; shamelessly enough that when he turned back to you, you found a blush rising in your face. He only grinned that wide smile.

“For them yeah, maybe it is. For me,” he licked his lips in a way that shot straight to your core. “If this is my last night of freedom then I’d rather spend it with a good beer and a beautiful woman.” He leaned in, close enough that you could smell his spicy cologne. “You see darlin’, I’m the best at what I do. At everything I do. And if this is going to be a good night for me then I don’t see why it shouldn’t be for you too.”

From where he was, you were certain Hangman could hear your gulp, but it didn’t seem to matter when he got to his feet and extended a hand for you to follow. “Care to dance?”

The slow rock from the jukebox wasn’t loud, but there were a few people moving to it. And since the last of your resolve had well and truly deserted you, you had no real choice but to take his hand and let him lead you to the area that passed for a dance floor, where he turned back to face you and pulled you to him.

You were close enough to feel the rough, perfectly pressed fabric of his pants against your bare legs; close enough that when he leaned his head in you could feel his breath on your hair; close enough that the cool metal of his service medals chilled one spot on your shoulder; and close enough to be certain that he could feel the deep heat radiating between your thighs.

His hands were on your waist, fingers grazing the very top of your butt in a way that made you desperate to have him move lower. As the two of you began to sway, you felt him press against you - every inch of that hard, lean body pressing into yours as you moved to the rhythm of the music.

“See isn’t this what life’s about?” Leaning down until his breath tickled your ear as he pulled you closer.

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling rock hard muscle under the shirt, and nodded up at him from beneath your lashes.

“It isn’t exactly the night I had planned.”

“Oh really, and what was that? Couple of glasses of wine alone in a bar, let the day get just hazy enough that you can’t feel whatever has gone on this week any more and then home to sleep all alone?”

You laughed quietly, “When you say it like that it sounds pathetic.”

He shrugged. “You say pathetic, I say a bad plan. One you needed to be saved from.”

“And you’re here to save me?”

He gripped you tighter, his fingers pulling you close enough that your hips ground together and you felt the beginnings of his arousal. “Saving people is what I do.”

“I told you before, the plan was to avoid arrogant navy boys.”

The arrogant look was back. “Good job you found yourself a man.”

It was such a cheesy line that you couldn’t help but throw your head back and laugh properly. “Oh man, you’re good.” You confirmed, tilting your head in approval.

With your head back, he pulled you in closer still - something you’d thought was impossible, shifting his hands down to grab at your butt and moving to within a breath of your lips as he murmured, “No darlin’ I’m very good.”

Whatever you’d expected when your lips met, the reality was better. The hard pressure of his mouth on yours sending fire through every nerve of your body as you gasped into the kiss. It took all of your restraint not to paw at him, instead simply fisting your hands in his shirt like a woman deprived of oxygen who needed him to breathe as he grinned against your lips.

You probably wouldn’t have noticed that the music had stopped, but heard the chant go up from behind you, causing you to pull away and look around in confusion.

He exhaled loudly, huffing out something that sounded a lot like “fucking Rooster” as the piano at the other end of the bar began to sound.

With the rest of the bar’s attention firmly focussing on the moustached guy playing the piano, Hangman took your hand, “Let’s continue this where he can’t bother us.”

You’d expected him to lead you outside, maybe even out to his car; but he only moved to a door in the back corner of the bar, dragging you inside what looked like a storage room that was pitch black but for the moonlight filtering through the window.

Closing the door behind you he pulled you close again, and this time you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss from earlier in a tangle of lips, teeth and tongue.

He laughed softly into your mouth, “Guess you wanted this arrogant navy guy after all, huh?”

“Arrogant ass,” you muttered as he pushed you back into the door and pressed his entire body against you, his arousal hard and hot now against your core. His mouth moved to your neck, grazing his teeth just hard enough to make you gasp. As his lips moved further down, he pulled away to meet your heavy lidded eyes.

“Are you ok with this?”

You nodded, all thoughts of a quiet solo night completely gone from your mind, and fisted your hands in his shirt again to pull him close.

But he resisted. “Use your words darlin’. I might be an arrogant ass, but I need a yes.”

“Christ,” you murmured, reaching out to grab his belt and begin to unfasten it. “Yes. Yes to all of it.”

The laugh died on his mouth as you grasped his length through his boxers and found him thick and rock hard. Reaching inside to take him fully into your hand, the look of sheer pleasure that crossed his handsome face as you moved up and down slowly sent a thrill through your body.

“Should I ask if you’re ok with all of it?” You asked. “Or is this part of that living life you talked about?”

Reaching behind you he fisted a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and crashing his lips against the curve of your neck fiercely. Your hand jerked hard and fast, spurred on by his growing wetness and the ragged breaths he let out with each movement.

As you writhed, his other hand moved to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up and sliding a hand over your panties.

“So wet,” he mumbled, the arrogance momentarily knocked out of him as you continued to work your magic.

As his fingers moved past the fabric and into your folds, you were momentarily aware of the chorus of Great Balls of Fire going on behind the door. Momentarily aware that a bar full of people were waiting just on the other side of that door while you were about to be finger fucked by the hottest stranger you’d ever met. Then he pushed two fingers inside of your wetness and right up to your G spot, and all thoughts left your mind with a groan.

He replied with a groan of his own. “So tight.”

You sought out his lips and kissed him hard, feeling him grin into your mouth as you let out a mewl. “Good?”

“Very good.”

His answering laugh caused you to deepen your kiss further, pressing your mouth against his as though your life depended on it. But he gave as good as he got - that talented, cocky mouth kissing you as though it were his last night on earth, while his fingers kept moving within you and his thumb found your clit.

“Holy fuck.” You groaned into his mouth as your knees went weak, causing him to grip your hips and hold you up as your hand stopped moving on him, nails scraping along his washboard stomach instead.

Behind the door, a second song began and you felt him tense even as he continued moving his fingers against and inside of you, bringing you pleasure you swore you’d never felt before.

He looked down at you. “Now there’s three songs in that guy’s repertoire. So if you want me to fuck you, it’s gonna have to happen soon. What do you say?”

You took hold of his cock again, marvelling at its girth within your fingers as you exhaled the words. “Yes. Now.”

God the look on his face was sheer sex, and if you hadn’t been more horny than you’d ever imagined possible, the arrogance in it might’ve been enough to call off the whole thing. But as he removed his fingers from you, you found yourself almost whining at the lack of contact.

“Now what darlin’? Remember what I said, I need words.”

“I want you inside me. Now fuck me.”

It was like a match to a fuse. Before you knew it, he’d grabbed one of your thighs in each hand and was lifting you - literally lifting you - onto his cock. You barely had time to register his strength before he’d pushed you back again and was thrusting himself into you, bottoming out to hit the spot his fingers had attacked so well only a moment before.

He didn’t kiss you now but instead simply stared at you with dark eyes as he spoke in a low, rough voice.

“They’re making a lot of noise out there; but if we time this wrong, they’re going to hear every sound you make. Do you understand?” You nodded, eyes wide.

“And I intend for you to make a lot of noise. Because when I do something, I like to do it properly.”

He shifted angle slightly and you felt the coarse hair on his lower abdomen begin to move against your clit, causing a loud moan to leave your lips.

“That’s it darlin’,” Hangman whispered, his mouth close to your ear as he continued to fuck you hard and slow. “You’re so wet for me, and so tight. Gripping my big cock perfectly every time I fill you. Does it make you feel good?”

You had no words, only moans and the frantic movement of your hips as he continued to thrust into you, his movements precise even as you heard him groan quietly.

“You know that’s a yes. You might’ve told yourself you wanted a night alone but really, this is what you wanted isn’t it? To be fucked against the door right here, where anyone could walk in at any time? Where a whole bar full of people might hear you having the best sex of your life?”

As if on cue, the music outside stopped and the opening bars of Eye of the Tiger began on the piano outside. You heard him laugh in your ear.

“Last song darlin’, looks like I’d better pick up the pace.”

It was exactly what he did, grasping your hips tighter into him as he pounded mercilessly against your pussy.

Every thrust stretched you in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain; the emptiness that came each time he pulled back between thrusts almost too much to bear. The change of angle was perfect though, leaving him thrusting up against all of your most sensitive spots while his mouth moved down to nip at your neck once again.

It was too much, he was too much, and with each thrust the knot inside you was winding tighter and tighter.

“So good,” you moaned, raggedly, “so fucking good.”

He moaned and looked into your eyes. “Tell me darlin’, tell me how good it is while I make you fall apart on my cock.”

“Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good. I’m so close. So. Fucking. Close.” Your breath was coming out in pants now as you clamped your eyes shut and tried desperately not to scream his name.

Meanwhile every word out of your mouth seemed to spur him on faster, lead him to fuck your harder. The man was a machine, and just when you thought he’d reached his limit he seemed to go harder still. “Who has you that close?”

“You do. Hangman, I need to come. So close. Need to.”

You opened your eyes and found him staring back at you - his piercing eyes just an inch from yours and his jaw tight with concentration as he suddenly stopped moving. “Look at me,” he hissed. “Look at me while I take you over.” Hard and painfully slowly, he thrust again and ground his hips into you, the pressure on your clit and the sensation of every curve of him moving inside you too damned much to bear.

Through the door you were vaguely aware of the music coming to an end, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sensation inside you, on you, as he once again bottomed out and sent you over the edge with a raw scream of his name.

Your voice was enough to have him flying with you, and you saw through cloudy eyes the moment the pleasure took him over as he thrust into you one final time with lightning speed and razor fast precision even as he exploded, his orgasm hard enough to send you into an aftershock of your own.

You stayed there for just a moment, his head on your chest and your hand combing through his blond hair.

“You ok?” He mumbled, his voice heavy.

“Only about a thousand per cent better than I was when I walked in here tonight. You’re good.”

His head snapped up and he winked at you as he planted a quick kiss on your lips. “I’m very good darlin’, some say I’m the best there is.”

As he set you back down on the floor you laughed, the noise hurting a throat that had been screamed ragged with that orgasm. “And by some, you mean you?”

He raised an eyebrow and re-fastened his trousers and belt, watching intently as you replaced your panties and smoothed your skirt back down. “If it’s true it’s true, I don’t believe in telling lies.”

Stepping towards him, you fingered the badge on his chest, unable to read his name in the low light. “And do I get to know the real name of the best there is?”

He narrowed his eyes. “That depends, do I get the number of the girl who just screamed my name while she came all over me?”

You shrugged, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

The shock flashed across his face even as he immediately concealed it. “You don’t want to -.”

But your finger immediately went to his lips. “Tonight was about living life right? Fly off on your big mission tomorrow, and when you come back we’ll do some more of that living. I’ll be the one alone with my wine trying to avoid arrogant ass navy boys.”

With that you leaned forward and planted a final kiss on his lips. “Stay safe Hangman, and be good.”

And with that you strolled away from him, to the back of the room and out of a second door that led straight outside, leaving him looking somewhere between impressed and pissed off as he watched you go.

“Oh I will,” he murmured, “and if there’s more of that to come home to, I’ll be very good.”

As the door closed behind you he raked a hand through his hair and tried to regain his composure before heading back out into the bar. The piano music had long stopped, but the whoops and hollers that greeted him could be heard even outside of the bar, even as you took the short walk back to your apartment.

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yjano · 1 year

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Who I am now?

Part 19.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 6.2k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡

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Mc focus.

"Alright, what's your question for me?" Nymos muttered, driving one-handedly as his other hand used a balled-up paper towel to clean up any traces of coca cola on his skin.

"I don't have anything in mind, to be honest." I coughed, adjusting my shirt. "Um, do you have any photographs on you of you and Jake when you were kids? Like the ones in your home?"

"...I'm giving you the most perfect opportunity for you to find out more about my brother through me but you just wanna waste the opportunity by looking at our baby photos?" Nymos tutted, shaking his head in disapproval, but still reaching inside his jacket pocket for his mobile phone.

"Like, I can tell you so many things about bro that he'll never bother to share with you. Things like the first time he had sex with someone. Wasn't a great experience for him I'm guessing since he accidentally knocked her out, because she squeezed his bud too hard. He woke me up at 3 am in the fucking morning and made me drive him home because his dick hurt too much to do it himself." Nymos concluded, laughing and handing his unlocked phone to me. I took it with my eyes widening at his words.

I glanced down at his phone screen to see I was in his photo album app, staring at a grainy photograph of young Jake and Kaden grinning so hard at the camera.

"Swipe right for more." Nymos smiled. I did that as he said, giggling at the next photo which happened to be of either a ten-year-old Jake or Kaden glaring viciously at the camera whilst being kitted out in a black turtleneck, black skinny jeans, several pieces of chunky silver jewelry, and boots studded with little spikes. Additionally, the boy's eyes were heavily lined with black, and his face was powdered a ghostly shade of white. In the background, I noticed an infuriated elderly lady lifting a sandal in the air, seeming to be in mid-warrior cry.

Nymos, noticing me laughing especially hard at this photo, grinned widely.

"Bro tried going to school like that one day but our grandma saw and beat his vampire-looking ass, telling him she wasn't gonna drive him to the hospital if he got heatstroke."

I laughed harder in reply, swiping right with my thumb to find yet another low-quality photograph of both the twins in their final year at high school, dressed in muddied football wear and looking a lot more like how they look now. Tanned by the sun, muscular, dark hair tousled, and wearing grins that left me a tad bit breathless.

Fuck, I bet they were super popular in high school. I wanted to send this specific photograph to my phone so I could privately drool over them in their red and black colored football uniform. I suppressed the urge to do so and instead forced myself to swipe right.

"Oh my god, oh my god! What is this?"

"Hmm?" Nymos took a peek at the photograph and grinned widely.

"Oh, those are my old high school nudes," He hummed, amusement evident in his voice as he studied the image depicted on his mobile phone screen.

"Man, I was tiny back then. Don't worry, I swear I'm way bigger now."

"Why would I fucking worry about your dick size?" I choked out, hurriedly throwing his phone back as if the phone casing could potentially burn a rectangular-shaped mark onto my palm.

"Because you know, you might think Jake's tiny too. Because we're identical twins." Nymos shrugged, chuckling. "Don't wanna have Jake hunting me down later for spreading false information about his dick size."

"Kaden, please stop talking."

"So it's your turn to ask a question now, screaming baby."

We've been playing twenty questions for quite a while now, probably passing the limit of twenty long ago.

I thought for a second, chewing contemplatively on my straw before glancing at Nymos.

"Why...Why did you believe Ikari instead of Lex and Jake?" I asked, almost kicking myself for my incapable brain-to-mouth filter because as soon as those words spilled out from my lips. I found myself wanting to swallow back a very single word.

But what happened? There was nothing I could do to redraw the flinch that Nymos reacted with.

"Damn, we're going for the big questions now, huh?" He coughed, and the hand that was not on the steering wheel reached upwards to cup the back of his neck as he laughed awkwardly. I thought that he might have a habit of touching his neck whenever he felt uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat now, looking down at the half-empty contents of my can of coke that I stirred silently with my straw.

"Um, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I mumbled, feeling like I crossed the line with my question.

"No, I'll tell you. It's just a question that people surprisingly haven't bothered to ask me," He replied quietly.

-a year and a half ago-

Nymos focus.

"Try not to hate me too much for making Lex work overtime on your birthday," Black shadow called over his shoulder as he walked away with a grin forming on his face when he heard me groan behind him.

"It's hard not to, fucker!" I yelled after him, watching the black shadow languidly draping his winter coat over his shoulders.

"But thanks for coming, bro." I grinned, lazily wiping the messily smeared buttercream icing off my cheek.

"We appreciate it."

"Of course, I'll come. You guys are family." He chuckled, walking towards the front door whilst reaching into the pockets of his coat in search of his lighter and the hand-sized box of cigarettes.

I was about to reply warmly back to my friend's statement when I was suddenly interrupted by someone flinging their entire, full weight into my side, throwing their heavy arms around me, and engulfing me whole in an overly tight bear hug.

My attention was immediately cast down on the mess in my arms.

"Kaden, your younger bro wishes you a happy birthday!" Jake exclaimed loudly against my neck as he clutched at my denim jacket. I almost instinctively wrapped my arms around my twin brother and laughed into his dark hair, responding with a muffled. "Happy birthday too, baby bro."

"No, happy birthday to you." Jake persisted in a croak before he started sniffling loudly and just as I had preconceived it, my baby brother broke down completely, sobbing and crying into my shoulder and weakly mumbling something along the lines of.

"Wish mom and dad were here to see us." And. "Fucking hell, aasshole, when did you get such a nice physique?"

Whilst Jake sobbed quietly and distractedly squeezed my left bicep, from his left, I heard Sam groans.

"Oh god, who the hell gave the sad drunk alcohol?"

"I'm not a sad drunk, asshole!" Jake protested tearfully, pulling away from me to glare at Sam through narrowed eyes before returning to my inviting arms and bawling like the sad drunk he is.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you aren't, dick." Sam smiled fondly, rolling his eyes when Jake mumbled a sequence of incomprehensible words directed at him. I, still laughing, comfortingly petted my baby brother's soft hair.

"Babe, come on, you're stifling Kaden." Ikari giggled, coming out from nowhere and resting her hand on Jake's back, patting him comfortingly.

The rather emotional Jake reluctantly shuffled away from me upon hearing Ikari's softly spoken words. But he doesn't let up at all on being a baby because the next thing he was doing, was crushing Ikari in a bear hug.

Making the startled, smaller girl stumble a few precarious steps backward as he tearfully choked out.

"I love you so so so much, Kari, you're the best."

Ikari, in reply, laughed softly, letting her emotional hulk of a boyfriend wrap his arms around her waist and draw her suffocatingly close to his chest.

"Love you." Jake hiccuped, "I love love love love you."

"Mm, I know you do," Is what she hummed to him as she reached up and soothingly ran her perfectly manicured fingers through Jake's tousled, jet-black locks. Glancing upwards, she met my warm eyes and she shivered under my gaze, smiling sweetly at me before mouthing.

"I'm gonna take him to the guest room and let him sleep it off. Is that okay?"

In response, I nodded and smiled gratefully at my baby brother's girlfriend before shifting my attention back onto a disgruntled Sam.

"There's something off about her today," Sam muttered, folding his arms over his chest as he followed Ikari's back with narrowed eyes.

"I mean, there's usually something off about her but today it's maximized a hundred times," Sam explained, flickering his calculative brown eyes onto me. "Hm, just be careful, Nym."

"Bro, you make it seem like she's a witch out to get me specifically." I laughed, shaking my head with disbelief.

"She is one," Sam muttered under his breath.

"Sam, Ikari's not gonna grow warts and green skin overnight and attack me in my sleep, okay? I think that is near impossible so stop worrying. She's a good person come on, you know that, you've seen her with Jake-she loves him with all her heart." I grinned, feeling happy about my baby brother's relationship.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sam dismissed, relaxing his stance and shooting me a small smile. "Happy birthday, sexy, you've grown well."

"You've grown well and sexy? What the hell does that mean? Are you a simp for me? Lex's going to leak your nudes to the government if she finds out, and Asher is going to get jealous." I laughed, raising an eyebrow at Sam. He just simply smiled knowingly at me before glancing over his shoulder and calling his friend's name. Asher was currently strewn across my and Lex's couch, chugging down the celebratory vodka he had bought for me and Jake as a gift.

"Ash, for god's sake, quit drinking already. I don't wanna have to spend all night holding back your bangs whilst you throw up," Sam groaned out loud as he walked away from me and towards Asher who giggled at Sam, not-so-discreetly tucking the bottle of alcohol behind his back and chugging some more.

I tore my attention off the 'couple' when a small "ding!" emanated from the phone in my palm, indicating that I'd got a notification. Glancing down at my phone, I smiled at the instant heartwarming message sent to me by Lex.

Baby L.

I might've missed out on your birthday party but I'm determined! To! Finish! Hacking this godamn database within an hour so we can celebrate your birthday a little before midnight comes. ;) Save me some birthday cake and alcohol if the dickwhores haven't downed it already!

Baby L.

So see you in an hour! I love you, my dumb idiot. <3

Baby L.

Oh and if Jake's still there at the apartment, tell him I said happy birthday and I love him lots and that his birthday gift's in the back of our wardrobe!

I pocketed my phone, smiling at my petite girlfriend's message. I was still smiling to myself like an idiot when I waved goodbye to an annoyed Sam and his bumbling drunk of a friend or boyfriend, we will never know. I was still smiling when I locked the door after them and moved to my hideously untidy kitchenette, fumbling around with the now-empty takeaway boxes of greasy pizza and the stray, half-melted candles decorating the kitchen countertops.

"Hey, there."

I glanced upwards at the sound of Ikari's greeting, offering her a small smile.

"Is Jake asleep?"

"Mhm," She reassured, "He's off to dreamland and snoring the entire way."

"Yeah?" I chuckled, heading towards the kitchen's bin and dumping the pizza boxes by its side, setting it as a reminder for me to take the trash out tomorrow morning. Remembering her presence I glanced back up at her.

"Oh hey, if you're tired, feel free to stay the night here with Jake. There's no need for you to make the journey back to yours so late at night."

"Thanks." Ikari grinned.

"No worries."

"Oh, and, Kaden, honey? You're not meant to clean up on your birthday," She hummed disapprovingly, shaking her head as she fully walked into the kitchenette's small space, her cream-colored heels click-clacked against the tiled marble floor.

"It's the unwritten rule." She laughingly announced as she strode over to the steel beast of a refrigerator, opening the appliance up and procuring more of Asher's celebratory iced vodka. Her neatly painted, red fingernails encompassed the glass neck of the bottle, its hand waving the said item tauntingly at me.

"I don't think that rule applies to the boyfriend of my beautiful baby Lex," I chuckled to myself, rolling up the sleeves of my thrasher hoodie and dutifully resuming my self-assigned task of cleaning the kitchen.

"Better to clean this all up than have my baby whining my ear off tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sure Lex could let this pass," Ikari assured, walking towards the kitchen island where I was situated and she leaned against the polished counter.

"Come on birthday boy, I haven't seen you drink at all during the party." Ikari coaxed. Softly, settling the bottle of vodka down on the countertop with a pleasant 'clink'.

In reply, I raised a dark eyebrow at her persistency-to which she fluttered her eyelashes in response, smiling innocently.

"I really shouldn't-"

"Have one sip as least."

I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Just one sip?"

"Just one sip." Ikari agreed, handing me the bottle of alcohol for me to pop open. I did it with a soft sigh before lifting the opened bottle to my lips, tipping my head back, and swallowing more iced alcohol than just a mere sip.

"Thanks, Ari, but I think I should finish up on-"

"Come on, Kaden," Ikari drawled, gazing at me through her lashes, "Don't make me drink all this by myself."

-present-

"Next thing I know I'm in the hospital for alcohol poisoning and my friends and family fucking hate me." I sighed, almost tiredly. I glanced at Mc, "Screaming baby, I never intended to drink that much, and I never intended to do anything with Ikari. That night, I had no fucking clue what I was doing, I wasn't moving off my own accord. The selfish bitch just kept pouring alcohol down my throat until I was so fucked I could barely think."

"For fucks sake, I didn't even realize, she had drugged me and manipulated me into her selfish game. I broke my brother's and Lex's hearts. But the worst thing is she had recorded something when I was unconscious, and she pretended that I was harassing her. She told me everything when visited me in the hospital and told me she'll post the video online if I tell Lex and Jake the truth."

"God she's so fucking disgusting," Mc stated quietly. She looked up at me. "Why haven't you tried to talk with them still?"

"As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I tried to meet up with Jake and explain what'd happened but he didn't let me speak, didn't even bother opening the door when I went around to his apartment. And then Black shadow who took Lex in didn't allow me to speak to her. All of our friends stopped talking to me after they found out what I 'did' with Ikari. I didn't have anyone apart from fucking Sam who kept staying over at mine. Yeah, he's the only one who knew the truth and kept it to himself when I begged him to. I was an idiot, I should've found a way to tell them. Now they're just hating me."

"You're not an idiot. You were alone and hurt. I knew you weren't the bad guy and Ikari was the bitch in your story."

I looked momentarily startled by her words. I wasn't expecting Mc to believe my words so easily let alone console me.

"And Kaden," Mc mumbled, gnawing on her lower lip, "You didn't give consent. So what Ikari did to you is sexual assault. You, you need to explain this to Jake and-"

Mc focus.

"I know what she did," Nymos mumbled and I noticed his blunt nails digging into the soft leather of the steering wheel as he spoke softly.

"But I'm not gonna file a complaint because it's kinda unfair, don't you think? Me getting her charged with sexual assault when I've done so much worse? Screaming baby, for god's sake, I once worked for a fucking human trafficking ring when I was eighteen."

Swallowing hard, I looked away from him at that, feeling so fucking angered, disgusted even, by what he just claimed. Looking plenty disgusted himself, Nymos continued speaking with his nails burrowing crescents into the leather of the steering wheel.

"And, I've already thought about explaining it to Jake or Lex but after really thinking it through. I've decided not to tell them because I despise nonconsensual sex, and I don't even remember what I told them that night, yeah. But in a way, I've still cheated on my baby bro and Lex. It's, it's just pointless now to explain my situation back then and try to win them back. It's been a year and I don't want to open the old wound I caused especially to Lex."

I didn't reply to his words and Nymos made no effort in trying to change my response from me. We both sat in the car in heavy silence and air too thick to breathe in without feeling suffocated.

Isa's passive-aggressive growls can't even mask the tension within the car as she was sleeping peacefully in her carrier.

"Do you, do you love her?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," Nymos replied firmly without a second thought.

"Then why aren't you still with her? Why are you not trying to win her back?" I asked simplistically, staring at his side profile as he was driving. "Win her back already and make amends with your friends."

"It's-" Nymos sighed, "It's not that easy, screaming baby."

"You make it sound like Lex is nothing to you anymore. But she's indeed your life support." I turned away, mumbling, "Maybe she's mad and hurt but I know that she loves you too, she even trusted you with her pup."

Nymos didn't say anything for a few seconds and again, I didn't press him for a response. I rested my head against the headrest of my seat and stared out of my window at the scenery flitting by until Nymos spoke up.

"... I know that she loves me. But I am bad for her." Nymos murmured, not looking at me but keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "That's why I keep my distance from her. I pretend to be playful and we end up having one-night stands and all. I'd rather suffer instead of hurt her."

Furrowing my brows, I swiveled my head to face Nymos.

"What?

He sighed.

"I'm not a good person, screaming baby. I'm a bad guy, and bad guys never get the good things they don't deserve it. It's practically a written rule that they should never get the girl, or in this case, Lex. They don't get good friends or a nice, easy life. I don't deserve to have Jake or Lex, I deserve nothing, of course, I try to stick by them but-. Do you..." He exhaled tiredly, "Do you get what I'm trying to say?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"That has got to be the most idiotic ideology I've ever heard in my entire life."

Nymos frowned at my strong words.

"Screaming baby, I-"

"Yeah, you're a bad guy. But so is Jake. He does bad things for a living, but that doesn't stop me from loving him, does it? Kaden," I exhaled, "Love has no bounds." I started almost fiercely. "Just because you're bad, it doesn't mean you can't love and be loved."

He didn't say anything in response.

The two of us were quiet after that. He was driving silently and I was resting my elbow on the ledge of the window, cupping my palm and staring past the glass. The radio was still on, playing so softly that it was not soon before it lulled me to sleep.

Nymos focus.

I noticed her head tilting forwards and jerking back suddenly with her bleary eyes blinking in bewilderment at her surroundings before closing once more.

"Screaming baby, if you wanna lie down, you can sleep in the back with the rabid bitch." I suggested.

"I'm okay," It was what Mc replied softly but made no movement to climb into the back. I quirked an eyebrow at this but let her doze off, not bothering to wake her up.

Five minutes later, whilst in traffic, I reached into the back for my denim jacket that lied across the seats and picked it up, balling the item into a makeshift pillow for Mc to use. Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned over to cup Mc's cheek, lifting her head slightly to shuffle my denim jacket under before letting her go.

I smiled when I noticed Mc cozying up to my makeshift pillow. Drawing the seatbelt over myself, I turned away, still smiling.

"Thanks screaming baby. Thanks for believing me." I murmured.

Isa decided to wake up at that moment, immediately starting her bout of incessant growling. I rolled my eyes and replied to her.

"Oh, fuck off."

Mc focus.

I stirred in my sleep at loud laughter coming from my left, the sound of persistently loud chatter made me reluctantly open my eyes and blearily study my surroundings.

Isa yippee excitedly behind me, causing me to tear my gaze away from the denim jacket sitting on my lap as a crumpled mess, at Isa's little barks. I looked over my shoulder to see the small pup looking up at me expectantly, pink tongue lolling out of her mouth.

I was surprised, to say the least when she started whining, nudging at the latch of her pet carrier dejectedly-so dejectedly, it pulled at my heartstrings and I immediately found myself reaching for the latch. I stopped myself short though, remembering this morning when she looked like she wanted to dismember me.

Isa whined again making me feel conflicted.

"Please don't bite my fingers off." I finally said, sighing before reaching for the pet carrier with shaky hands, unlatching it slowly, and allowing the pup to gingerly nose the front open. Delighted, she barked in what presumed its joy. Cute.

"Hey," I peered to my right when I heard Nymos by the car door opening. I sleepily watched him slide into the driver's seat, a packet of strawberry laces in his hand which he soon proffered to me.

Still half-asleep, I took the packet and simply held it in my hand, yawning.

"Are we nearly at my angry bird place?" I murmured, finally looking out of the window to see that we were currently parked at a busy petrol station and the cacophony that had woken me up and the smell of petrol that I now wrinkled my nose at. I wasn't one of those people who liked the smell of petrol.

"Yeah, we'll be at his in around thirty minutes." He hummed nonchalantly.

I, suddenly awakened, swiveling my head around to face Nymos with my eyes widened and jaw slackened with surprise.

"What? Thirty minutes?"

"Yeah, it's-"

Isa barked at Nymos. He glanced at the pup through the rearview mirror and immediately sharply inhaled at the sight of her proudly parading around atop the backseats of his car.

"Who the hell let the rabid bitch out?"

"I did," I muttered, distracted with tearing open my packet of strawberry laces, "She looked sad."

"Oh god, oh god, don't make eye contact with her," Nymos told to himself, "Don't make eye contact. Making eye contact with her is like challenging her to pee all over the seats. Or worse she's gonna claw the leather upholstery apart-"

"She seems sorta sweet," I said, chewing on a strawberry lace. "Come here, isa," I said, setting my gifted confectionary down on my lap and reaching carefully for the elated ball of caramel-colored fluff that practically jumped into my arms.

Giggling, I pulled her close to my chest before turning around to beam at scared Nymos.

"Fuck, screaming baby. She turned you over to the dark side-"

I burrowed my cheek against her soft fur and rolled my eyes at his words.

"Oh, don't be dramatic, Kaden."

Isa glanced up then and Nymos could swear the puppy was smirking at him.

Thirty minutes passed by in a flash.

Panicked I scarf down my strawberry laces, hurriedly shoveling them into my mouth and only slightly choking on them. I dismissed the concerned expression Nymos was wearing on his face when he glances over at me.

I climbed haphazardly into the back, taking isa with me and settling in the back seats with her. Nymos frowned at me through the rearview mirror, wordlessly questioning my actions with furrowed brows.

Completely oblivious to his quizzical eyes on me. I set isa on the leather seat beside me and once she was comfortable, I moved quickly to work on my appearance. I re-tucked my white tee back under the waistband of my jeans, throwing it atop the striped sweater I'd taken off earlier when it got too stuffy in the car, and carefully retied the laces of my sneakers.

I felt a little shy though when I unzipped my backpack and draw out my small vanity bag-feeling a tad bit self-conscious about the possibility of Nymos playfully teasing me for trying to look my best for Jake. But all Nymos said when I applied my moisturizing face cream was.

"Damn, that smells like fucking roses."

I smiled at his words.

Satisfied with my efforts, I climbed back into the passenger seat, not bothering to take isa this time as she was too busy gnawing away at one of the seatbelts much to Nymos' chagrin.

I draw my seatbelt over my chest, settling against the leather upholstery and sigh softly as my lidded eyes study the slow sunset taking place outside, the grey winter sky now consumed with soft pinks and delicate purples that had me smiling subconsciously.

"Excited?" Nymos asked, smiling.

"Mhm. Nervous too."

"I'm excited too," Nymos grinned. "I don't have to deal with you and Jake moping around me anymore."

"Oh, shut up," I laughed. "I know you've enjoyed this."

"I have, I have." Nymos agreed, chuckling.

I started biting my nails distractedly, staring at the sunset absconding behind silhouetted skyscrapers that tower overhead, resembling large, black, ugly shapes. I swallowed nervously.

Nauseating nerves overwhelmed me, easily outweighed my excitement from before.

I feared I was going to throw up. There are two minutes left.

There is one-

"Alright, we're here."

"What?" I choked out, straightening up in my seat and watching Nymos unbuckle his seatbelt with a grin on his face.

Busy with overthinking the idea of Jake casting me away with a look of distaste and a new partner on his arm, I hadn't even realized Nymos had pulled up to a six-story apartment that exuded the amount of wealth invested into the building.

What was stunning about the apartment was its sleek, smoked glass that covered a good two-thirds of the entirety of the building, the glass easily reflecting the city's bright lights and creating a kaleidoscopic effect of a thousand differently colored lights playing on the glass.

"Oh fuck," I cursed, turning away to face Nymos who already had opened his car door, slipping out without a word to me.

Panicking, I hurriedly opened my door and stumbled out, swearing under my breath when I nearly tripped over my own feet.

"Fuck, fuck. Kaden, I can't do this." I breathed, locking eyes with Nymos over the roof of the car.

"Yes, you can, screaming baby," Nymos replied, leaving his car door slightly to check on isa.

"But, I- Wait! How do I punch someone?"

Nymos quirked an unimpressed eyebrow at me.

"Is this necessary to know right now?"

"I swear this is necessary." I quickly said, resulting in Nymos. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Make a fist like this- Not with your thumb tucked away, okay? Because, like I don't know? Some bad shit could happen to your thumb?" Nymos sighed sounding resigned.

"Screaming baby, you really shouldn't ask me this since I've dislocated my thumbs, fractured my hands, and bruised up my fingers way too many times to count."

I was oblivious to his warning and only focused on balling my hand into a fist like how he had demonstrated it. Nymos rolled his eyes at this.

"Alright. You practice, making a fist while I call up Jake and make sure he's at home."

"Wait, what?" I halted my ministrations, frowning at Nymos. "You drove us out here and you don't even know if he's at home??"

"He will be, he will be. Don't worry."

Jake focus.

I regretted not bringing my leather jacket with me to the convenience store opposite my apartment complex. Because now I was shivering in the winter weather, my nose and cheeks colored a soft red courtesy of the wind.

I sighed at my stupidity, lifting my lit cigarette to my mouth, inhaling the grey tendrils that creep down my throat and burn in its wake, at least now I had my cheap cigarettes to warm me.

Exhaling softly, I crossed the road, haphazardly. Ignoring the angered drivers I left behind, pressing their horns aggressively and spitting harsh insults in my direction. I didn't bother replying, just lifted my cigarette to my mouth and breathed in its dangerous fumes, continuing walking.

I was in one of those moods. One where you're oblivious not passive to almost everything. You just don't care about anything. I didn't care for the winter weather biting my fingertips numb. I didn't care for reporting that twelve-year-old kid who stole a packet of strawberry-flavored bubble gum. I didn't care what brand of cigarettes I wanted to smoke. I didn't care now for the crude words a middle-aged man threw at me from his cruddy-looking ford fiesta.

I continued walking, walking down the pavement towards my apartment complex, smoking my cigarette distracted. However soon I was broken away from the trance I seemed to have fallen into when my phone vibrated quietly in my pocket.

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I swiped a thumb over the damaged screen. Courtesy of when I was in one of those moods, angry, frustrated, and desperately needing an outlet to vent my rage into. I placed my phone against my ear, listening and smoking.

"Hey, bro? Are you at home right now?"

Nymos said at once, almost excitedly. Rolling my eyes at the realization that Nymos was calling me. I sighed, replying with.

"Why do you wanna know? Are you coming over again with another one of your shitty mixtapes?"

"Shitty? Excuse me, you fucking love that mixtape, and no. Unfortunately for you, I'm not here with another one of those mixtapes."

"Then why the fuck are you coming over?" I grunted, stepping into the private parking lot allocated beside my apartment complex, walking past parked cars, and smoking.

"Wow, I'm hurt. Can I not visit my favorite brother without an ulterior motive?"

"First of all, you only have one brother, fuckass."

"And that's you! What a lucky boy."

"Kaden, I'm not in the mood to deal with you today so-"

"But I brought you something!"

"If it's not food, you're not coming in."

"Well... I guess you could consider it to be food."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I snorted.

"Because you could eat her between her le-Ow! What the fuck, screaming baby?"

I frowned, hearing indistinct, angry muttering over the phone but waited impatiently for Nymos to return to our conversation. Whilst waiting, I placed my cigarette between my lips, using my now free hand to run it through my tousled hair. Contemplating distractedly whether or not I should cut my overgrown mess of hair.

"Sorry, so sorry about that." Nymos wheezed, sounding ready to burst into a bout of laughter. I raised an unimpressed eyebrow despite him not being able to see me.

"Kaden, if you've seriously bought me a prostitute, I'm gonna-"

"Hahahaha, he thinks you're a prostitute-Ow! Fuck! Screaming baby quit it!" More angry muttering ensued, causing me to sigh. I was tired already of this conversation.

"Kaden, I'm hanging up."

"No, bro wait! I gotta- Hey, is that you?"

"Huh?" I frowned, glancing at my surroundings but I was utterly unable to identify if there was anyone around what with the weak, artificial light of the streetlamps limiting my sight to only my nearby surroundings.

"Shit, hold on." With that, Nymos hung up abruptly, without another word.

Furrowing my brow at the rather crude conversation I just had with my twin brother, I slid my phone back into my jeans pocket and with a sigh, I dropped my cigarette to the cemented ground below, purposefully crushing the cigarette to a stub underfoot.

I walked my way towards the entrance of my apartment, praying that there wasn't a- God save Nymos if more than one prostitute was warming my bed for tonight.

Shaking my head at the rather absurd thought, I was about to climb up the few steps leading up to the entrance of the building when someone timidly tapped me on the back, causing me to glance over my shoulder and- And abruptly get hit in the face by a fist.

Somewhere to the far left of me, I swore I could hear Nymos choke out an

"Oh, shit!"

Almost at once, pain pulsated throughout my nose, causing me to cry out, alarmed. Stumbling back and nearly tripping on the steps behind me, instinctively, my hands fly to my face, protectively cupping my nose, seething with both blinding pain and rage.

Who the hell dares to attack someone from behind? A coward, that's who.

My eyes blazed with fury, I looked upwards with pure anger thrumming through my veins, looking ready to swing my fist at my attacker when-

"Mc?" I breathed, with my eyes widening.

Mc fucking Estrada was standing a couple of steps before me with her tiny balled-up hands trembling by her sides, her shoulders were shaking with sobs she failed to suppress and her eyes were shiny with tears. That fell steadfastly down her cheeks, staining them. My breath instantaneously got caught in my throat.

"M-Mc? What-What the?" I choked out, all of sudden incapable of making eligible sentences for myself. Out of shock, my hands fell from my face, causing Mc tearfully wince at my now bloodied nose.

"Y-you! You were supposed to come back for me, you asshole!" Mc cried out, "Y-you were supposed to come back! I waited so many months for you!"

"Mc, fuck. Mc, I'm so- I'm so sorry." I breathed with tears prickling my eyes, "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I- fuck, I'm sorry. So sorry, baby."

Mc cried harder at my words, stumbling blindly towards me and reaching out for me. Her hands found purchase on my white tee and used her grasp on the soft cotton. Mc drew herself into my inviting arms. I wrapped my arms around her almost instinctively.

Now, I almost sobbed when I ducked my head slightly, burying my face in the junction of Mc's shoulder and inhaling vanilla and freshly washed cotton sheets. A scent I've missed sorely over these past few months.

"Fuck, baby. I missed you so much." I croaked out with tears falling freely from my eyes.

"I missed you too, angry bird."

I can't tell if I was laughing or crying at her words but I pulled away from her neck a little reluctantly though and lifted a hand to Mc's cheek. Cradling my face when I caught her tears with my thumb.

"Sorry for punching you on the nose." Mc breathed out shakily, her eyes flickered downwards with evident embarrassment on her face.

I chuckled softly in reply, tilting Mc's chin upwards so I could meet her gaze.

"It's okay, baby. I deserved it."

"Hmm," Mc nestled her head against my neck, finding relief in my touch and the slight warmth I emanated. I murmured something softly in her ear and noticed in the corner of my eye, Nymos leaning against the side of his car with arms folded over his chest and smiling at the two fondly.

I had caught his eye and mouthed a "Thank you. Thank you so much." To him. He simply chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly when Mc started crying again.

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Napoleonic daily soap, episode 1

Scene: Paris. A small, rather shabby room. Napoleon writing a letter to his brother Joseph. Voiceover.

"You would not believe how women behave here. Deciding about every goddamn thing, all preposterous and stuff. Reading and writing and becoming educated and having an opinion on everything, even politics. About time somebody puts them in their place. Good thing Desirée is not like that. By the way, had an encounter with a prostitute, went okay-ish, I guess. Love, Napoleon."

Marmont's voice from the next room:

"Hey, Naps - Junot, Bourrienne and I are off to the Palais Royal, watching the wenches. You coming?"

Napoleon [takes a new sheet of paper]

"Give me ten more minutes. Gotta write to my fiancée."

[writes]

"Dearest Désirée, I received your letter. It's very sweet and all. But you really ought to try and become a little more sophisticated. More like the Eugénie I was fantasizing about in that story I never finished. Maybe read more? And have somebody check your spelling. Thinking about you often. Love, your sweetheart Napoleon."

[puts quill down, grabs his uniform coat]

"Okay, guys, I'm coming!"

CUT to the Clary livingroom in Marseille. Aura of somewhat old-fashioned wealth.

Desirée [puts Napoleon's letter down]

"I can't help it, Julie. Sometimes Napoleon seems a bit weird. And annoying. Actually, he sometimes comes across like an arsehole. Do you have similar problems with his brother Joseph?"

Julie [shrugs]

"Oh, not at all. Joseph is a selfish, cheating bastard who finds about every woman in France more attractive than me. But other than that, he's the perfect husband."

Their brother Etienne François Clary [enters the room, exclaims already on the doorstep]

"Except that Joseph like his brother is a pennyless nobody and lives off our money. Really Desirée, I'm not sure we should go through with your engagement to Napoleon. One Bonaparte in our family seems expensive enough."

Desirée [pretends to cry silently into her handkerchief]

Maid [curtsies on the doorstep]

"Your brother-in-law Monsieur Joseph Bonaparte, sir."

Everybody rises, smiling and cheering. Joseph enters, beaming, hugs Etienne, kisses Julie on the cheek.

Etienne:

"So, how is my favourite brother-in-law today? Any news from your brother in Paris?"

Joseph:

"Indeed. Napoleon has just written to me how much he misses his little Desirée, and how happy he is she's not like those horrible, arrogant women in Paris."

Desirée [beaming]:

"Oh, he's such a sweetheart!"

CUT to new scene: A public festivity somewhere in Paris. Music, dancing. Napoleon, Marmont and Junot [watch as Madame Tallien and Josephine, in almost transparent dresses, walk by without noticing them]

Junot [whistles]

Napoleon [stares]:

“What the ...”

Bourrienne [returns with drinks for all four]

“What’s up with you guys?”

Napoleon:

“You can see the legs of some of these women up to their armpits.”

CUT to new scene: Next morning. Josephine's bedroom, Josephine sleeping soundly. Small room, furniture rather ramshackle. A clock shows the time: 11.50 AM

Euphemie [enters with a small, darkened silver tray]

"Yeyette, time to get your lazy ass out of bed."

Josephine [muffled sounds]

"Why?"

Euphemie [puts the tray on the nightstand]

"Because your children have written from boarding school. Both of them. When have you written to them last? Or visited? It's only an hour's trip, Yeyette."

Josephine [sits up all of a sudden, hastily reaches for the letters on the tray]

"Oh, my Hortense, my Eugène! Such sweet children, always thinking of their mother ... [reads] Listen to this, Mimi, Hortense writes that she's taking piano lessons. And Eugène needs more books and thinks that the roads are very fine and that the weather today would be perfect for a trip to their schools in Saint-Germain-en-Laye. [sniffles] Oh, they are so sweet, and I'm such a bad mother for not taking better care of them!" [starts crying]

Euphémie [after watching Josephine cry for some time]

"So, shall I get a carriage, do you want to visit?"

Josephine [puts the letters back on the nightstand]

"Heck, no. You know I have to help out at Barras' party tonight; Teresa will be totally out of her depth if I'm not with her. We'll visit some other day. But do bring me some paper and quill so I can write to Teresa and ask if she's already decided what she's going to wear tonight. We want to have matching outfits."

#napoleon's family #shitpost #we really need a daily soap #and i just realized i'm focusing way too much on napoleon like everyone

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chapter 1 | innocence meets blonde boy

pairing: renjun x jeno

summary: In August of 1984, sixteen-year-old Renjun moves to Tennessee with a brand-new VHS camcorder and a dying wish to belong somewhere. What he finds instead is trouble when he stumbles upon a fight between two players of his new school’s baseball team and gets it on camera accidentally.

warnings: minor use of slurs; f*ggot, (said twice in one scene), language, nothing else i can think of let us know if we missed anything!

genre: slow burn, teenage small town love, fluff, angst, supernatural au, set in the 80’s, ghosthunter!dreamies.

wc: 4.9k

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It’s late into the evening when his mom gets back from grocery shopping. He can hear her rustling around with the bags in the kitchen, setting stuff away and organizing the cabinets, and he laughs, remembering her habit of redoing the pantry every couple of weeks at their old place in Bloomsberg.

Erwin is very far away from Bloomsberg, but it still feels like summer here, maybe even more than it did in Pennsylvania. Renjun has always been a fan of birds and flowers, and plenty of those things fly and bloom here. Plus, he gets to start fresh, start anew. He left the old version of himself behind, the version of himself that was awkward with people and boring, and traded off to be someone with an expensive camcorder and reawakening for life.

He’s putting up all of his favorite books on the shelf when his mom peeks her head into his room.

“Hey, kiddo,” she says, “How’s it going?”

Renjun looks up from his spot on the floor, a book in his right hand. He smiles, holding up his thumb with his left. “Good. I’ll be done by nine o’clock, probably.”

“Cool. Hey, I was coming up from the store and saw a baseball field on the way. You should go check it out! I bet there’s lots of nice boys there,” his mom suggests. “Maybe you can make some friends.”

Renjun smiles at her sadly, setting the last book on the bottom shelf. He appreciates her investment in trying to help him have a fruitful teenagehood, really, but Renjun knows he’s been the odd one out all his life. He’s never been good at making friends, nor keeping them, and he understands that. But his mom still wants him to fight.

“Mom,” Renjun sighs, “You know I’m not good at making friends.”

She nods slowly, “I know, but just cause you’ve never been good at it in Pennsylvania doesn’t mean you won’t be here! Promise me you’ll give it a try.”

She looks at him so hopefully, and Renjun can’t find it in himself to say no.

“Alright, I’ll go tomorrow,” Renjun agrees. His mom smiles sweetly before closing the door, leaving him by himself with nothing but his thoughts.

By the time Renjun makes it to the baseball field the next day, he regrets not wearing shorts like his mom had advised. There are little trees around, so the sun catches him at every corner, blazing hot and bright.

Renjun huffs tiredly. He wipes at the sweat on his forehead with the loosest part of his shirt, camera resting in his limp right hand. There is a pretty garden in someone’s yard, but he decides to leave it unrecorded after noticing the sign above that reads “Surveillance on Property”.

Cutting through a patch of trees, he spots the main part of the field. A large parking lot blocks him from the gate. An array of teenage boys in baseball uniforms scatter amongst the space of the field, some catching balls and some throwing balls. Without counting, Renjun thinks there are about nineteen of them, more short than tall, but baseball doesn’t seem to be heavily reliant on height.

A lanky boy wearing a cap runs past Renjun quickly, heading for the field. He slams the gate open while trying to button his shirt. Some of the boys on the field look over in amusement, and one of the taller ones even laughs.

“You’re late, Park!” the tall boy yells, to which Park only dismisses him with a stressed hand.

“I’ll beat your ass,” Park huffs, dipping into the dugout entrance. He slings off his backpack and frantically looks for something in it.

Renjun looks back over to the field. He spots another boy with dirty blonde hair about ready to throw a baseball at someone else. Renjun watches for a minute as the boy winds back, curling his arm, and tosses the ball hard in front of him.

The ball soars a good twenty feet in the air before it stops abruptly, landing in a glove smoothly. Renjun looks down, trying to see who caught it.

His eyes land on a tall, well-built boy with sleek black hair. He smiles over at the other boy that threw the ball, and Renjun blinks, unabashedly staring. The black-haired boy’s smile is dazzling, pretty white teeth peeking out from underneath his lips. His eyes crease into two identical crescent moons.

Renjun’s never seen anyone prettier. His brows furrow in both confusion and endearment before he eventually turns back.

The sun is finally setting, and a light breeze rustles the trees. It’s peaceful. He pulls up the camcorder and films a leaf falling onto the stark black pavement. Picking up his feet, he heads toward his new house with a smile on his face.

The next day, Renjun has breakfast with his mom at their new kitchen table for the first time.

“What do you think of it so far?” his mom asks while buttering a loaf for them.

He deducts that she means Erwin, so he only shrugs. “It’s okay, I guess. Not that different from Pennsylvania, yet,”

“Oh, it will be soon,” she snorts, “Just wait ‘til it snows this winter and we can still get out of our front door.”

He hums, “Yeah.”

She glances over at him before crossing to the sink, starting the water faucet. It’s comfortably silent for a minute while the tap heats up, but once she grabs a dish and runs it under the water, she hums.

“How’s the VHS camera comin’ along? You like it?”

Renjun looks up from his food and nods slightly. “Good. I’m using it a bunch.”

She only nods in response, going back to washing the dishes. Renjun is glad she doesn’t press further. It’s not like he’s using it for anything bad, and he has been using it, so he didn’t lie. But later today he’s going to go out to the baseball field to film, and if a certain black-haired boy happens to be the main character of his recording, he doesn’t really need her interfering in that.

He finishes up his breakfast silently, thinking about the rest of the day.

Before heading out, Renjun makes sure to dress according to the location of the sun. It’s still as high as it was yesterday when he peers out his window, so he decides on a pair of loose jean shorts and a white, collared polo. He runs his hands through his hair, then fluffs it up with a light amount of his mom’s mousse spray.

He jogs over into his room, grabbing the camera, and heads out down towards the baseball field.

In the shorts, he’s a lot less hot than he was the day before, even surrounded by a little amount of shade. He flicks on the camcorder, steadying it against his shoulder, then leaning in.

The color doesn’t disappear inside of the lens, which excites Renjun beyond belief. He walks until he can see the field from within the camera’s space, zooming in on the boys that are already at practice.

He finds the black-haired boy quickly. He’s perched against the railing, over near the gate. The lanky boy with the baseball cap, Park, stands next to him, laughing and talking as the black-haired boy listens intently. It’s too far away to hear what they’re saying, but he just films as the two boys gesture towards each other gently.

A shout rings out in the following seconds, and both the black-haired boy and Park turn immediately at the sound. Renjun zooms out a little, catching the tall boy that was yelling yesterday pushing a shorter boy up onto the wall of the dugout.

Renjun gasps, sensing the intensity of the scene. The black-haired boy sprints over to the dugout where a crowd of the others is starting to form.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, faggot?” The tall boy spits on the shorter boy, tightening his grip on his uniform. “Touch me like that one more time and you’re dead,”

The short boy doesn’t say a word, but hisses back at the taller boy. He leans back into the wall before kneeing the tall boy in the balls.

The tall boy yelps, his grip slipping on the short boy. “You’re gonna regret your life,” the tall boy scowls, and then his fist is coming in contact with the other boy’s jaw.

Renjun watches in horror, wincing when a crack rings out amongst the field. The black-haired boy reaches them suddenly, ripping the tall boy away from the other boy.

“Dude,” the black-haired boy yells, “knock it off!”

“What, are you a fag too? Let me finish my business,” the tall boy grits, turning back to return to the dugout wall, but he’s stopped by the black-haired boy when he grabs his wrist.

The taller boy tries to step away, but stops abruptly, falling to the ground with a cry.

“Fuck, my wrist! You bitch!” the tall boy yells out, clutching at his arm on the ground.

The black-haired boy gasps in shock, leaning down, “I didn’t mean to-”

“Get away from me, you freak! You just ruined my entire season,” the boy on the ground cries out, making the black-haired boy back away.

Renjun stares ahead, shocked. It’s as if cement is pooled around his feet. He knows he should run, get the fuck out of here, before he’s spotted and then roped into it. But his camera is facing ahead of him, pointed right at the field, and he can’t find it in him to pull away.

He quickly decides to zoom into the lens once more to see if he can get a better view of the black-haired boy’s face, but suddenly, blonde hair blocks his way.

Renjun looks up abruptly, meeting eyes with another boy. He’s not on the field, and his body position is turned in the direction like he’s heading over to the scene.

The blonde boy stares at Renjun with an unreadable expression for another moment before turning back and running over towards the chaos. Renjun gulps, finally putting down his camera and fleeing into the bushes while he still has the chance.

The following day is a Monday, which means Renjun has school officially. He’s a week late, according to his mom, so it isn’t bad, as everyone else has just started too.

His mother drops him off at the entrance to the school at seven thirty in the morning with a “Good luck!” before taking herself to work. The school building is pretty, built with red brick and riddled with windows. It’s much smaller than his school was in Pennsylvania, but Renjun thinks that’s a good thing. There aren’t as many people to meet or mess up in front of.

He walks up the concrete walkway behind a group of girls. They’re speaking in hushed voices, probably nervous about something. One of them giggles, twirling her hair with a finger, and the others “Ssshh!” her fondly. At the front door, they all stop, lining up beside each other like kindergarteners would. Renjun’s seen this before at his old school, though. Girls like to stay in packs.

One of the girls with brown hair opens the door, then looks at Renjun expectantly. When he just raises a brow, she sighs.

“For you!”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Renjun smiles at her.

She returns the favor. “No prob. You’re new here, right?”

Renjun nods, walking through the door and waiting for her to catch up. Her friends stay back a couple feet as they walk together.

“I thought so! Hi, I’m Amy,” the girl offers out her hand.

“Renjun. Nice to meet you,” Renjun replies, shaking her hand.

She smiles again, gesturing to her friends, “I gotta go, but if you need anything, you can always ask me!”

“Thank you, I will,” Renjun agrees, letting her go to her friends while he scopes out the building for its office.

It’s labeled with a large sign over the glass entrance, so he finds it quickly. He shuffles inside, making his way over to the desk in the middle.

An older lady sits behind the desk. She has glasses and dark brown hair curled into a bun. “Hi, what can we do for you today?”

There’s a heavy southern accent to her voice, but Renjun doesn’t mind. It’s quite different from Pennsylvania, and it fascinates him.

“I just moved here a week ago,” Renjun starts, trailing off when she immediately nods her head.

“Gotcha. Name?”

“Huang Renjun,”

“Found ya! Okay honey, let me print out your schedule and you can be on your way,” she says with a sweet grin. Renjun nods shyly, turning back to sit in one of the chairs he saw on the way in.

He lets himself admire the decorations while he waits for the papers to print off. The walls are painted stark white, and there are blue accents all throughout the room, such as the chair he sits in. A devil with a black handlebar mustache is encrusted on the floor in the center of the room. Probably, his new school mascot.

“Here ya go,” the office lady says, making Renjun look up from admiring the devil’s intricate face. “Your first class will be to the right, all the way down the hall. You can get your teacher to point you in the direction of the next one, and so forth.”

“I see. Thank you,” Renjun grabs the paper from her hands gently, turning towards the door. He takes note of his first teacher’s name before heading in the direction she’d instructed.

By the time the lunch bell rings, he’s rotated through three classes. His schedule says he has six, so he’s already halfway done. He waits like usual for all of his peers to leave for lunch, pretending to finish up science notes. His teacher for science, Mrs. Shertz, is a nice lady with stern expressions. He quite likes her so far.

He grabs his TinTin lunch box from inside his backpack, asking Mrs. Shertz for directions to the lunchroom before heading out of the classroom. It’s quiet down the hall, which is good for Renjun. Everyone here is a bit loud. Very opinionated, at least. So, he allows himself a moment to bask in his own mind.

“Hey, you!” A loud voice cuts through the silence of the hallway, abruptly stopping his train of thought. Renjun turns, assuming naturally it’s for him, since no one else is present, but upon seeing the same boy with the blonde hair at the field from yesterday, his eyes widen.

Turning on his heels, he tries to pretend he doesn’t hear as the boy continues to yell at him. His feet pick up, but so do the boy’s, and suddenly, a hand is wrapping around his lunch box.

Renjun stops, scowling. He wipes off the tin gently with his jacket sleeve, pretending not to notice the boy standing in front of him.

“Yo! Are you deaf?” the kid scoffs, staring straight at him. Renjun looks up and lolls his head around as if this interaction in its entirety is pointless.

“No. Don’t touch my stuff,” Renjun spits, finally glaring at the boy. He’s a bit taller than Renjun, with even more painful blonde hair up close and an evil look on his face.

The boy crosses his arms. “Maybe if you didn’t ignore me, I wouldn't have had to." He trails off, shaking his head. “Whatever. I don’t have time to frolic around,” the blonde boy says, “I need that footage you took yesterday. I know you know what I’m talking about.”

Renjun definitely does, but he already has a bad taste in his mouth about this boy, so he just shrugs his shoulders. “No clue.”

The boy sighs, cocking his hip, “Don’t play dumb with me. I saw you at the field with your camera. You had it pointed right at the fight.”

This is true, too, but no blonde boy is going to bother Renjun so rudely like this. He hums in fake confusion. “Nope. I already told you I don’t know. You must have the wrong person.”

“Oh, bullshit, dude. I know a face when I see one. There’s not a lot of people around here that carry VHS cameras,” he laughs mockingly, “Plus, you wore that shirt yesterday.”

The blonde boy raises an eyebrow, tipping his head down towards Renjun’s chest. Renjun’s cheeks paint themselves light pink as he looks down at his shirt. Dammit, he thinks. “Fine, you got me. But why should I give it to you anyway? I have no idea who you are.”

The boy fake smiles suddenly, outstretching his hand. “Zhong Chenle.”

Renjun scowls. “Not good enough,” he frowns, “Bye, Chenle.”

Chenle sneers, yelling for him to come back, as Renjun walks away toward the lunchroom.

The sun beats heavily on Renjun’s skin. School here lets out at two forty-four on the dot, so by the time he is able to scurry past all of the students, the sun has risen to its peak in the center of the sky. Like Pennsylvania, August is warm and bright still. Even the end of the month glows with an undeniable heat.

He pulls at his t-shirt, already sticking to his skin. He can’t wait to get home to shower.

Renjun’s house is not far from downtown, and downtown is a five minute walk away from the school, so he lets himself breathe in the warm air. The neighborhood leading down into the shops is pretty and clean. He stops to look at a rosebush growing in someone’s yard.

Downtown is just as pretty, if not more. There are a fair amount of diners on either side of the road, and a drugstore on the far end. The courthouse is nestled in the center, but stands prouder than the other buildings.

Renjun makes a quick stop inside the drugstore to grab a coke and a candy bar. He still has allowance from the week before, so he figures he’ll put it to good use today.

He makes quick work of it, dropping an extra penny into the tip jar and saying a well-mannered goodbye to the elderly lady behind the counter. His free hand slides the door open, looking down at his candy bar, but instead of smelling the sweetness of the summer air, his head flies into a cotton shirt.

He stumbles back, unaware there was someone coming in on his way out. Looking up, he makes eye contact with a shorter boy. He has light orange, unnaturally colored hair, and a stern expression on his face.

“Um, I’m sorry-” Renjun says before trying to shuffle past but is stopped by the boy’s hand.

“You’re coming with me,” the boy says. He grips onto Renjun’s wrist, pulling him away from the store and into town again.

Renjun struggles in the boy’s hold, confused and annoyed. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” The boy says nothing. His hold never loosens on Renjun’s hand.

Renjun is dragged down the road a ways until they finally come to a halt at the door of a diner. Renjun finally tears himself out of the boy’s grip, immediately trying to make a run for it, but he hears voices behind him. One of them sounds familiar, so just for a second, he turns back.

A boy with blonde hair is sprinting towards him, along with four other boys on his heels. Renjun recognizes the blonde boy as Chenle, the same one from school and the field. His eyes widen, but the orange-haired boy has him cornered from behind.

Renjun curses under his breath. His only option now is the diner, so he heads straight for it, ducking past the group of teenage boys. He doesn’t bother to close the door once he’s inside, instead trying desperately to locate the bathrooms.

The sign is on the right side of the diner, and two doors with restroom signs perch below it. Renjun speeds into what he hopes is the men’s, and only once he’s seated himself inside the stall does he give himself a moment to breathe.

A minute passes, and no sign of the boys arrives. Still, he waits for another couple before deciding it’s safe to exit.

The door creaks when it opens, Renjun peeking his head out an inch to see if they’re around, but he doesn’t see any signs of blonde or orange hair. Swinging the door open the rest of the way, Renjun hears it hit something soft. He turns confusedly but realizes quickly the reason.

The orange-haired boy smiles condescendingly at him before looking up, and the next thing he knows, his head is being covered with black cloth.

The first thing Renjun can feel is an immense headache. His head is pulsing, and he scrambles for purchase, crying out when he can’t move his hands.

A laugh is heard from the corner before a spotlight is being pulled on him. He still can’t see properly, the cloth covering his eyes, but the relief is short-lived when the cloth is abruptly pulled off of his head and thrown to the floor. His eyes burn immediately, the bright light sizzling after he’d spent so much time in complete darkness.

Everything is blurry for a minute until the burn ceases. His eyes clear up, taking note of his current position, slouched over and tied to what looks like… a lawn chair? His head whips up when footsteps inch closer, and he meets eyes with a boy he’s never seen before.

This boy is taller than Chenle or the orange-haired weirdo, instead with light brown hair and an extremely dazzling smile.

His mouth opens, lips curling up like a bunny. Renjun would probably smile back if he wasn’t tied to a chair in the middle of a pitch-black room.

“Hi, sugar,” the tall boy says. His voice is the sweetest thing Renjun’s ever heard in his life, coated in honey and syrup.

He gets himself together enough to furrow his brows. “Where the hell am I?”

The tall boy laughs. “Aw, Lele, you got a cute one!”

At the mention of Lele, another boy steps into the light. Renjun knows it to be Chenle. His blonde hair bounces when he walks over.

“I didn’t mean to,” Chenle sighs, “He’s just the one that was walking around with the camera.”

“Wait, he’s the one with Jeno’s proof? No fucking way,” another voice sounds from the room.

“What do you mean, no fucking way,” Chenle laughs.

The orange-haired boy stalks out from the shadows. He scoffs. “He looks like a nerd. I don’t see how he’s supposed to help us keep Jeno on the baseball team.”

The tall boy to Chenle’s right scowls, “Says the kid who decorated his room themed after Cass Elliot’s albums.”

“It’s themed after her best hits!” the orange-haired boy whines.

Chenle laughs, ignoring both boys in favor of crossing over towards Renjun. He leans over Renjun’s frame, narrowing his eyes. “Give us the footage, and we’ll let you go.”

Renjun scorns, huffing a piece of his hair out of his face. “Is that seriously what this is about?”

“Listen kid, I always get what I want. And right now, I want your footage,” Chenle grits out.

“What could you possibly need it for so bad you’re willing to kidnap someone?” Renjun asks bitterly.

The tall boy sighs from behind Chenle. “You didn’t tell him? No wonder the kid said no. Poor thing,”

“I didn’t need to tell him shit, Jaem. He shoulda given it to me without reason,” Chenle snarls, still looking at Renjun.

Another voice comes from the right. “Lele, you should have told him. I think he would have been willing to help!”

“Jeno’s right, Lele,” Jaem says.

Chenle sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright then, leader Jeno, you come out here and tell him why I need the goddamn footage.”

Jeno, Renjun figures, laughs, finally stepping into the light. Renjun looks over, intrigued, but his jaw drops when he sees who it is.

The boy from the baseball field, with the shiny black hair and pretty smile and crescent-shaped eyes, Jeno, stands there sheepishly. One of his arms is hidden behind his back, and the other scratches gently at the nape of his neck.

Jeno smiles at him shyly, and Renjun realizes Jeno doesn’t know who he is. His body melts into the chair.

Chenle backs away to stand with the orange-haired boy, and Jeno approaches him slowly, leaning down so they’re face to face.

“Hi. Uh, sorry about this,” Jeno says, gesturing to the chair and Renjun’s tied hands, “I’m Jeno. And you are?”

It takes Jeno asking for him to realize he even has a name. Renjun coughs, his voice scratchy from not speaking for so long.

“Renjun,” he says finally.

Jeno smiles, outstretching a hand before pulling back abruptly, taking note of Renjun’s situation. Renjun appreciates the thought anyway.

“Nice to meet you, Renjun. You already know Chenle, I’m assuming, so,” Jeno points at the tall brunette, “That is Jaemin, and the other one is Haechan. There’s also a Jisung, but it’s past his curfew, so he wasn’t able to make it,”

Jaemin waves cutely over at Jeno and Renjun, and although he’s a little pissed, he smiles firmly back. Chenle and Haechan just peer menacingly towards the pair.

“You can ignore them. Anyways,” Jeno laughs softly, “I guess you probably want to know about the footage now, right,”

Renjun nods, “That would be nice.”

“Yeah. Um, so as you saw that day, there was a fight at the baseball field,” Jeno says, “and I was in it. And I was trying to help, I swear, but I think I’m too strong for my own good, cause I accidentally broke a guy’s wrist,”

Renjun knows. He knows everything. He knows that Jeno was there, and that he was trying to break up the fight, and that he hurt someone. But he’s not planning on stopping Jeno to tell him, because that would mean he was watching Jeno and only Jeno, and no one except for Renjun needs to know that.

He nods softly, letting Jeno continue.

“I need to stay on the baseball team, because I’m trying to get a scholarship for school, and without proof I didn’t break his wrist on purpose, I’m in deep shit with the school board,” Jeno says hastily.

“He needs the footage so he doesn’t get kicked off the team,” Haechan huffs. Jeno looks back at him in warning before turning back and smiling apologetically at Renjun.

“I’m sorry it came to this, and you got kidnapped by boys from your school, but this team is really important to me. And you’re the only person that can help.”

Renjun really wants to stick it to him, to say no, fuck you, just because his friends are douchebags that peer pressure people, but he looks into Jeno’s warm brown eyes, and it’s almost impossible to speak at all. Jeno looks like a kicked puppy who just wants some love and attention, and something in Renjun pulls him towards his gaze. The fact that Jeno needs him, he needs Renjun, weighs heavily on his sad little heart.

Renjun sighs, head falling forward. “Fine. I guess I’ll help you out.”

Jeno exhales, a hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. Renjun looks up into his eyes.

“Thank you,” Jeno says, and it sounds so heartfelt Renjun can’t even pretend to be mad about being kidnapped.

Renjun nods curtly, but his jaw tenses as he thinks about his lack of retrieving film. “I don’t have any way to get it to you, though.”

“Told you nerds are useless!” Haechan interjects, throwing his hands up in the air. Chenle smacks them both down, while Jaemin chuckles.

“Easy fix,” Jaemin says, “You can use the Student Council meeting room. We have a film printer there.”

Jeno smiles brightly. “That’s great! Jaem can meet you there tomorrow at school.”

“Right,” Renjun replies. His wrists are starting to really hurt from the rope, so he shuffles around uncomfortably in the chair. “Uh, can I be set free?”

“Oh, of course!” Jaemin exclaims. He runs over to the darkness again, his silhouette disappearing for a minute before a grand amount of light comes on. Renjun looks around, finally able to see where these boys have taken him.

It’s not even close to what he was fearing. Instead of a dingy, musty basement filled with cobwebs and rats and other gross bugs, he finds himself surrounded by a pampered living room, with a dull, brown, leather couch, and a floral rug. A nice coffee table sits in the center of the room. Renjun’s position is over by the corner, and when he looks down, it’s definitely a lawn chair he’s been tied to.

Jeno rounds the chair, untying his hands and then the rope holding him down to the chair. When Renjun is untied fully, he brings his arms together, rubbing vigorously at each wrist.

Jaemin notices, humming. “I’ll get some lotion,” he says, running off to another part of the house.

Jeno scratches at his neck, sitting down onto the couch. “Welcome to Chenle’s living room.”

Renjun looks over to Chenle and Haechan, who are still standing in the same position. Haechan still scowls over at him, but Chenle looks a bit nicer for all the times Renjun’s seen him, his lips curving into a half smile.

Jaemin comes back, lotion in hand, and Renjun smiles back at Chenle.

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