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addicted - chapter three

word count: 12.9k

playlist: from time by drake, late at night by roddy rich, i want u around by omar apollo, wasting time by brent faiyaz, best you had by don toliver, luv is dro by jack harlow, and party by sik-k!

genre: smut, so much. mild one sided pining, jealous! jeno, angst, fluff (im team jeno yall lol), fwb! to lovers, student athletes! yn + jeno. the boyz! and dream + 127 member make side role! appearances. jaehyun is trying to fight jeno lol, haechan and kevin stir up trouble as per usual

warning(s): smut! smut! smut! (pls, if you're a minor - leave.) lots of swearing!!, jeno is toxic, and boy oh boy does it show. choking, spanking, slight public sex! (they're fucking in the locker rooms again lmaooo), teasing, dom! jeno, sub! reader, face fucking, spit play, cum play, oral (f! + m! receiving), tons of sex talk, established height difference (im not even short so lets not jump to conclusions, but the dominating role i wrote in for jeno imo calls for a significant height difference. im the author so pls respect it. if you don't like it don't read it. thanks.) reader has a smart ass mouth (if you're sensitive? ig..lol my mouth is reckless too so it feels normal) mentions of violence (jaebae isn't taking no shit in this chapter lmao), use of pet names (baby, angel, princess, etc..) jeno can be rough at times in some scenes, but not violent, some dry humping, slight size kink, i think that's it...lmk if i missed anything!

note from mya: ITS FINALLY HERE YALL!! omg this took so frickin long D: im so very sorry & i pray to every god that its worth it ! i worked hard lol. also i had originally written 14.8k but last night it got deleted bcus we had an outage & i guess it didnt back up properly :( but yea, you guys already know. no minors. if you're legal, happy reading :) taglist is posted at the bottom <3 . & of course this isn't revised lmao...fuck that. thanks for your patience & support, ily!

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“yn?” kevin said softly, knuckles grazing the frame of your door.

he sighs when he receives no response in return. he looks back at jaehyun with a sad expression. jaehyun lets out a sigh, chest heaving angrily.

“i’ll fucking kill him” he mumbles, turning around and stalking to the front door.

kevin scurries to sit the plate of food down and catch his best friend before he reaches outside. kevin grabs jaehyun’s shoulder, halting his movements.

“we don’t even know if it’s because of jeno,” kevin starts.

“i know it is—god, i never liked that dickhead” he says, hands going to grip his hair out of frustration.

“ok…but your rep too—you can’t just beat up the baseball captain and get away with it” he tells jae.

jaehyhun sighs, moving to sit on the couch. he tugs his phone from his pocket, quickly finding your contact.

jaebae: hey…ik you don’t wanna talk rn but me & kev are here for you, ok? you know we always are. so whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here waiting. i love u.

jaebae: …and if it was that fucker j*no i promise you these hands are rated e for everybody, especially if they hurt you.

you smile at the text messages. you love your best friends but right now…you weren’t up for any kind of communication. you were glad they knew that as well. hearting both of the messages from jaehyun before you turn your phone off again, burying yourself under your duvet.

—

it’s been a long ass week.

missing three days of class, constant crying, and using up your vacation days to sulk in bed can be very exhausting. luckily sungchan has been sending you his notes, filling you in on what you’ve missed. he was god sent, truly your guardian angel. his notes were filled to the brim, jotted down sentences in multiple different pen colors, he was so extra. the last photos he sent to you was yesterday. three pictures of his college ruled white paper concluding with a quick selfie of himself with a thumbs up, ‘get better, i miss u!’ drawn across the screen with a tiny heart.

you haven’t thought about him. not today at least…but have you thought about him since the whole ordeal? yes. yes times a thousand. you can’t help it, your mind does its own thing. it doesn’t listen to you, no matter how hard you try to not do so — your mind betrays you. pictures of his stupidly handsome face, his stupid buff arms, and his stupid stupid stupid (very good) dick game. you can’t help it!

you’re surprised with yourself though, the fact that you’ve actually mustered up the courage to block him and not text or call him back. it truly takes a ton of work and you’ve done well these past few days. the countless missed calls from the ‘no caller id’ contact and constant texts from the said man. begging for you to come back and his meaningless apologies. you’ve read them…hell fucking yeah you have, but have you replied? nope.

you sigh, reluctantly sitting up in your bed. you eye the time, 11:06am. you have class at 12…if you get ready now, you can make it on time. you purse your lips in thought, do you really wanna go to class today? you shake your head, tugging the blanket from over you and make your way to the bathroom.

—

jaebae: im going to practice and kev is at sunwoo’s. lmk if you need anything, sweetheart.

you see the text from your roommate, eyes drifting from the mirror to your phone screen. you read it and smile. tooth rotting sweet as usual, what more do you expect from jae? you pick up your phone, texting him back.

you: ok!! thank u but im good rn :) luv ya

you lock your phone, continuing your activities. you press the plus sign on your speaker, upping the volume trying anything to get you into a good mood. mumbling some lyrics here and there while you get ready. once you’re done you twist the door of your bathroom, but you come to an abrupt pause. the house is empty now…which means you have no ride. you facepalm. you can’t text jae now, it’s been like 10 minutes since he left. you internally whine, moving to sit on your bed. you lay back dramatically, huffing as you wonder who the hell you could call. kevin’s free but probably tipsy…afterall in his world it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. jaehyun and sungchan are at practice, jieun…we’re not even gonna think about her. who else even is there…?

you sit up in a flash as his face pops up in your head. if you remember correctly he has a 12 o’clock class as well, so it shouldn’t be much of a hassle, right? you hurriedly grab your phone, scrolling until you stumble across his contact.

you: hey bestie :D !! i need a ride to class, can you pick me up ?

you cringe at the message, swiping up and out of the app. you bite your lip…were you being too forward? is this crossing any lines? was it too soon?

you: if not it’s cool!! don’t worry about it lol..

you chuck your phone backwards onto your bed. palms covering your face as you groan loudly. was it always this awkward? like…texting? you don’t know, but what’s done is done. mainly because you can’t unsend it.

ding!

you flinch at the sound, reluctantly picking up the cellular device.

eric :) : sure!! be there in five :)

eric :) : ps…cus you’re cute i won’t charge you for gas money :P thank me later

you roll your eyes at the second message, you’re glad he’s not being awkward about it. you were already emotionally fucked up…you didn’t need another problem added to your plate right now. you sigh happily, gathering your things and moving to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. settling on a green apple, you bite the fruit scrolling through your fyp while you wait.

eric :) : i’m here

—

you make your way out the door, clutching your bookbag strap tightly. why were you so nervous? you weren’t even this nervous when you and him went on your first date! this is so backwards.

watching your shoes as you hop down the stairs, making your way to his black jdm. you’re glad he’s not standing outside the car like usual, you’d be too embarrassed to look at him face to face. you grab the handle, pulling the car door open. slinging your bookbag off before you climb in. hand running down the back of your skirt to make sure it doesn’t bunch up when you sit. you close the door before turning to look at eric. when you do you let out an audible gasp.

“o-oh my god!” you say, eyes wide with shock.

eric laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“when the hell?” you say, hand moving to touch his newly dyed hair.

“two days ago, you like it?” he asks, body turning towards yours.

your finger runs through his hair, admiring the new color. his eyes are on you, watching you with curious eyes. you were still so damn pretty.

“i do…it suits you” you smile, retracting your hand from his head.

“thank you m’lady” he grins, hands moving to start the car.

you shake your head, buckling yourself in before he pulls off.

—

you make your way through the hallway, squeezing through the many other bodies. you clutch your book bag to your side, trying your best not to bump into anybody. you stand atop your tiptoes trying to glance over the many heads. you eye your classroom, trying to push your way through in

the direction of your class. you successfully make it to class, pushing through the door and hurrying to make it to your seat. you sit down with a huff, head falling onto the table. if you knew it’d be this stressful you would’ve stayed home.

you sat up, eyes curiously searching the classroom. there were a few other students scattered everywhere, but it wasn’t 12 yet…so more people are sure to show up. you didn’t see sungchan though, you pouted picking up your phone.

you: HEY FUCKER!! WYA???

bambi: ??? you’re in class ???

you: YES

bambi: i’m almost there, save me a seat pls

you thumbs up his last message, sitting your bookbag on the seat next to you. in the last minute or so at least ten or twelve more students poured into the class. you rest your face on top of your open palm, blowing a breath out from your mouth obnoxiously. you really didn’t wanna be here.

—

you and sungchan stretch in unison, fingers reaching towards the ceiling. you guys turn to face each other, laughing loudly. you both gather your things making your way out to the hallway, thanking the professor on the way out. you loop your arm through sungchan’s skipping side by side down the hallway.

“you wanna get some food?” he asks and you nod happily.

“ok, i gotta get my keys from my locker, come on” he tells you, leading you in the direction of the elevator.

the two of you step into the elevator, pressing the number four. you both wait patiently, stepping out once the doors open for the two of you.

“you wanna wait right here?” he asks, pointing at the bench outside of the locker room.

you nod, un-attaching yourself from him and sitting down politely. you cross your legs, folding your hands over your lap. you watch sungchan walk away, both yours and his book bags slung over his figure. you slightly smile, you loved him so much. your left leg bounces, nerves going a little crazy – worried jeno would randomly pop up when you least expect it. you find your nail in between your lips once more, chewing nervously.

“yooo! haven’t seen you in awhile,” a voice shouts from behind you.

you jump, eyes wide as you look over the figure. he walks up to you, hand resting on your shoulder.

“woah, didn’t mean to spook you” haechan laughs, welcoming himself to sit next to you.

“you fucking dick,” you roll your eyes, punching his arm.

“ow! why’re you sitting out here? waiting for jeno?” he asks, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you huff out, rolling your eyes at him. you lift your hand again, but haechan grabs your balled up fists so you don’t hit him again.

“it was a joke, i’m kidding” he tells you.

“i’m waiting for sungchan, we’re gonna go eat” you say to haechan, tugging your hands from his grip.

“—and jeno and I are no longer acquainted, thank you very much” you huff, turning your nose up.

“wait, really? why, what happened?” haechan asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“don’t wanna really talk about it, but he can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.

haechan makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, nodding his head in understanding. you nod as well, turning your head to the sound of the door opening, haechan peeking around your shoulder. sungchan walks out, spinning his car keys on his finger. you stand up, brushing your skirt down. haechan follows suit, standing up as well. he daps sungchan up and gives you a kiss on top of your head.

“i’ll see you guys later,” he yells out, holding the locker room door open.

the two of you waved goodbye to the boy, turning around to make your way to the elevator.

“yo sungchan! i forgot to ask—” his sentence is cut short as he sees who is standing in front of him.

you and jeno make eye contact, your mouth drying up at the sight of him alone. you shift on your feet nervously, swallowing hard. jeno’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion and anger.

“hey roomie…what’d you need?” sungchan asks with a nervous laugh.

“so you’re too good to text or call me back because you’re hanging out with my best friend?” jeno asks, looking past sungchan at you. “hey…i’m both of your guys’ best friends.” sungchan says.

you roll your eyes, turning your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now. not only did you not come here for this but you’re hungry as hell. not a good mixture.

jeno scoffs when he realizes you’re not going to reply, “oh so you really think you’re too good, huh? can’t even speak to me.” he says, mockingly laughing at you. “fuck off jeno,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“whatever, are you coming back to the crib tonight?” jeno asks, turning his attention to sungchan.

sungchan thinks about his question for a bit, but he shakes his head no. “i’m going to haechan and yuta’s for the tournament…they want their asses whooped in mario kart again,” he chuckles lightly. jeno nods in understanding, smacking sungchan’s back with his palm. “i’m having jieun over, I needed it empty tonight” he winked at you.

you scoff loudly, can you believe this fucking asshole? you can’t believe you used to like him.

“you’re a dick, fuck you” you say, not breaking eye contact with him. jeno shrugs, leaning down towards your face. you back up in disgust, not wanting to be anywhere near him at all. “let me know when you’re done being petty and I promise I’ll take you back, princess,” he whispers, curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. you smack his hand away angrily. “never in a million fucking years,” you say through gritted teeth, turning away.

you make your way to the elevator, pressing the down arrow. sungchan follows suit, nervously fiddling with his fingers. you huff out, blowing the stray hairs in front of your face away. you were beyond livid right now.

—

[ the (3) stooges ]

you: jeno fucked jieun.

you: and they’re meeting up to fuck again 2nite

you: feeling suicidal :)

kev: WAIT ARE YOU DEADASS??

you: i wish i was fucking lying.

kev: what an asshole…that’s so disappointing

jaebae: i’m omw

[ you and kev ‘?’ this message ]

kev: where are you going???

you: ^

jaebae: to fuck him up .

[ kev hearted this message ]

you: no?? wtf???

kev: ignore her, go fuck him up!!! beat his ass!!!

[ jaebae liked this message / yn disliked this message ]

you: i’m so serious, what if you lose your scholarship :(

[ kev disliked this message ]

jaebae: sigh

kev: fucking party pooper, boo tomatoes boo!!

you: thank you i love u guys

[ jae + kev hearted this message ]

you lock your phone, sitting up off of sungchan’s lap. you make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. twisting the cap on the bottle of water, you take a few sips as you walk back into the living room.

“who the FUCK threw that bannana?!” haechan asked and yuta smirks in response to his outburst.

“what are you gonna do about it, huh?” yuta asks, throwing another banana towards haechan’s character.

sungchan is quiet throughout the game, eyebrows crinkled in sheer concentration. you eye the gold number one in the corner of his screen. all the other boys moan out in agony as he crosses the finish line. haechan throws the switch controller down onto the couch angrily.

“fuck you” yuta says, flipping your best friend off. you and sungchan laugh at the boys' reactions, finding them amusing.

you guys all looked at the door confused when the doorbell rang. yuta gets up to answer the door, and you all look curiously from your seats.

“eric? what’s up!” yuta says, unlocking the door for him and his friends.

you turn to sungchan with wide eyes, sungchan smiles at you.

“take your mind off jeno for now…he’s my friend but he’s being a dick right now” he tells you, ruffling your hair.

“you invited them?” you ask, and sungchan nods.

“i swear i’m—” you start but you close your mouth abruptly when you hear your name being called. “yn? is that you?” eric asks, you turn around slowly with a sort of awkward smile. “i didn’t know you’d be here, would’ve come over sooner,” eric joked, sliding into the open seat next to you. sungchan rubbed your back before he stood up to walk away.

“you met my friends, right?” he asks, pointing back at his two friends. sunwoo and juyeon wave at you with a smile. “is this your girlfriend?” juyeon asks, you and eric blush madly. sunwoo elbows him in the side, offering a small apologetic smile. “s-sorry, it’s just–when you guys were at the club…i-i thought” the black haired boy stutters.

“it’s fine,” you smile, hands holding your blushing face. eric is just as red as you, coughing at the now awkward environment. “we’re not dating, jackass,” eric says, running a hand through his hair.

“you guys want in?” you hear haechan ask.

sunwoo and juyeon’s eyes light up at his question, practically running to grab a controller. you watch them, laughing at their excitement. yuta then makes his way back to the living room, speaker in hand. what was a small quiet get together is now a very noisy party of seven.

“do you wanna go outside?” eric asks, leaning down to whisper the question into your ear. with blushing cheeks you nod yes, following him out the front door.

haechan looks at sungchan both of them sharing a nod before sungchan pulls his phone out.

[ bsb bozos ]

hae: wooooah yn went with him outside ;)

sungchan: lol fr? just them?

hae: yuuuup

jeno: ???

hae: oh shit

sungchan: wrong gc, fuck.

hae: yea my bad jen lmao

jeno: who are you guys talking about?

[ read 11:34am ]

jeno: you little shits better answer me

[ haechan liked this message ]

hae: i love aggressive men <3

hae: yn went outside with eric :)))

sungchan: stfu omg you can’t hold water for shit.

hae: im sorry D:

jeno: are you deadass?? im omw you fuckers better watch her, if he touches her istfg

hae: you got it daddy— boss!

sungchan: i meaaaan…

jeno: chan don’t fw me rn

sungchan: no bcus you literally told her you were gonna fuck her now ex bestfriend…

sungchan: but now you want us to watch her?? because she went outside with someone??

sungchan: it’s ass backwards…you can stick your dick in anything that walks & she has to be ok with it but when she’s in the vicinity of another man you’re losing your fucken mind. make your mind up jeno, we’re not kids. if you want to be with yn, then tell her AND show her that. stop making shit complicated. we all know you want her.

hae: ok, but it’s giving poet…modern shakespeare if you will 😫 .

sungchan: LMFAOOO stfu haechan

jeno: im not responding to that shit in full, you talk to damn much. but ik im in the wrong, but im selfish ass toxic mf and she knows that. im omw rn, you don’t have to watch her…but i am taking her home so you don’t have to worry about us.

hae: oh we’re not worried abt y’all…were worried for eric

sungchan: ^ yeah…will he be ok? his team still needs him lmao..

jeno: i won’t touch him…

sungchan: im not buying it, where’s the rest

jeno: if he’s not touching her, i’ll be cool.

hae: alright lee, stop texting cus ik you’re driving.

sungchan: ^ adios

—

“wait wait, so you didn’t always live here?” you ask, and eric nods. “nope, i just came back this year.” he confirms, and you nod with a slightly agape mouth. “how are the states? is it as fun as people make it seem?” you question, eric holds his chin with two fingers trying to figure out how to answer. “i like the states…different—very, but it’s enjoyable.” he replies and you nod. “you wanna go?” he asks, referring to the states and you nod excitedly. “ugh, it’s my biggest dream…but i

haven’t gone yet,” you pout, bottom lip slightly jutting out. you wrap your arms around yourself, seeking warmth from your hands.

eric notices and slips out of his hoodie, offering it to you. you shake your head, waving your hands. “it’s fine,” you say. “wasn’t asking, yn” he tells you, already putting the hoodie over your head. you reluctantly push your arms through the holes, pulling the oversized sweater on. eric slides his hands under your hair, lifting it from under the sweater. he curls some of it behind your ear and you look up at him with a sweet smile. “uh, thank..you” you say, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. eric looks back at you, with kind eyes, loving how you look in his sweater. he bends down slowly, inching towards your face. you bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not you should let this happen. it’d be wrong, right? to lead him on, you know you don’t like him…not more than a friend. so why let him do this? it’ll only hurt him again. before you know it, he’s centimeters from you, his lips so close to yours. you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. you wait for his lips to touch yours, squeezing your hands together. your nails dig into the skin of your palms.

before his lips could touch yours, you’re being tugged away from his grasp. your eyes shoot open, you’re now staring at the back of a tall figure.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” the man says, his grip on your wrist was tight and unwavering.

“jeno?!” eric says, astonishment evident on his face. you and him both were just as surprised at his presence.

“w-when did you get here?” you ask quietly, trying to pull away from him. jeno turns to you, eyeing the sweater on you. “take this shit off,” he tells you, pulling at the sleeves.

if you didn’t do it yourself he was going to do it himself. you tug the sweater up and off of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. you guys may be on bad terms but you know better than to aggravate an already angry lee jeno. eric scoffs loudly in response to the scene unfolding in front of him.

“yn, what the fuck is going on right now?” eric asks and you open your mouth to respond. “don’t fucking talk to her.” jeno seethes, looking at eric angrily. he throws the man his sweater back and turns away. he grabs your hand, tugging you away from eric. you shriek, looking back at eric slightly waving as jeno drags you along.

“j-jeno, my wrist..it hurts” you say quietly.

jeno stops walking, causing you to run into his back. you stumble, holding your nose from the impact. you look up curiously, wondering why he stopped walking. “you know how angry i get when you do shit like this,” jeno whispers, and your eyebrows crinkle. “w-what do you mean?” you ask. “don’t play dumb.” he tells you, pinning you against the wall. you flinch at the way it feels against your skin, but you couldn’t care less right now.

“everytime i see you with someone that isn’t me,” his hands snake around your waist. “i fucking hate that shit…and you know it” his hands grab your ass, squeezing it until you moan out. “i’m selfish, and you’re all mine baby” you bite your lip, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.

“w-what about jieun…” you whisper, needing to know.

“i fucked up, and i’m sorry..” he tells you curling a piece of hair behind your ear. you nod in response. “did you…” jeno shakes his head, finger grazing your lips shushing you. “no baby, we didn’t…i promise” he tells you, bending down to kiss your head. you nod in response.

you’d rather not talk, it's been a long night. you’re relieved to say the least though…you’re glad they didn’t sleep together. you don’t know what you would’ve done or said if he said they did.

“take me home,” you say, turning your head away from him.

jeno nods, grabbing hold of your hand. “let’s go baby,” he says, leading you towards his car.

—

[ the (3) stooges ]

* ‘kev kev’ added ‘bambi’ and ‘hae <3’ *

you: there’s 5 of us now, gc name is incorrect.

hae <3: omg girl stfu

[ you changed the gc name to “yn for prez :D” ]

bambi: lmfao tf kind of name

kev kev: i hope you know i would n e v e r vote for you :)

you: rude asf.

hae <3: yeah yeah, shut up. what happened yesterday ?!

kev kev: oh yeah! how’d it go last night??

bambi: ^

you: ??? wdym

kev kev: did you get dicked down last night?

you: wtf?? no.

hae <3: mission: failed

kev kev: fat ass sigh

you: wait a damn minute…

you: YOU DICKS!! YOU SET ME UP DIDN'T YOU????

you: i knew it…jeno literally just popped up.

kev kev: IT WAS THEIR IDEA

[ bambi + hae <3 disliked this message ]

bambi: stfu you’re a fucking liar

hae <3: jus because i helped doesn’t mean i was involved :(

you: i’m gonna fuck you two up

[ kev + hae <3 liked this message / bambi disliked this message ]

bambi: yn, i love you

[ you liked this message ]

bambi: it wasn’t me D: pls believe me

[ you liked this message ]

you: <3

[ kev + hae <3 disliked this message ]

kev kev: in FRONT of me ?!

hae <3: ^ ong, ur so fake bro ):

kev kev: fuck u yn :(

jaebae: can you guys shut the fuck up?? i have a game tmrw u asshats

you: sorry :(

kev kev: im shutting the fuck up.

bambi: aye aye captain

hae <3: yes daddy.

—

you skipped down the hall with jaehyun, his arm slung over your shoulder. he insisted on walking you to class today, you were a bit taken aback but you let him do so.

“so, what’s up after class?” he asks. “i go back to practice today—i’m excited” you reply back, a glint showing in your eyes. jaehyun looked down at you fondly, he adored you. “should i be worried..?” you ask, turning to look at him. jae shakes his head no, petting your hair. “just didn’t want you running into him again alone,” he tells you, a small smile spreads across your features.

you wrap your arms around his middle, buying your face in his chest. “thank you, jae…i appreciate you” you tell him, he chuckles lightly. bending down a bit to press a kiss to the top of your head before he turns you around to push you through the classroom door.

jeno watches from afar with an annoyed expression. his fists at his sides, jaw clenched tightly. he hated seeing you with other guys. fuck everybody that wasn’t him. though he knows everything between you and jaehyun is all platonic, it still bothers him.

jae turns around, making eye contact with jeno. he rolls his shoulders back, jutting his chin in his direction slightly—silently greeting him. jeno doesn’t nod back, he just stays still—fists still shaking with rage. jaehyun smirks slyly, turning away from jeno clutching his book bag strap.

—

you sat in class quietly, jotting down notes every now and again. you were mainly zoned out though—pondering on what jeno was doing right now. you pushed the pen into your cheek, clicking the button in and out. you wondered what he had on right now, or if he was listening to music, or if he was thinking about you too. you didn’t know why your mind drifted off to jeno lee, but you couldn’t help it. after the encounter with him last night, he’s been heavy in your head.

ding!

j: come to me after class.

what are the odds, lol. you say to yourself in your head. you pick up your phone, clicking the notification.

j: and you better have me unblocked or else yn.

[ you disliked this message ]

you: stfu i do what i want

you: where and why

j: don’t question me & stop being funny.

j: locker rooms, right after class. not a minute later.

j: don’t make me fucking wait.

you rolled your eyes, leaving him on read. a little riling up never hurt anybody…well, never hurt you at least. plus, you already know what’s going to go down—why not get him all worked up beforehand? he deserves it after all, that little stunt he pulled at the club.

—

you rock back and forth on your feet in the elevator. you were a little nervous. you fiddle with your fingers, rubbing over the acrylic on your nails. it was just jeno…why are you worried.

you: um…im up here, wya?

j: come to the back.

you lock your phone, nodding your head. you push through the swing doors, making your way to the back of the locker rooms. you take a deep breath before you twist the doorknob. you peek from behind the door, everything looks the same. same chair, same desk, same jeno.

“took you long enough” he says through gritted teeth. you don’t respond, you just step fully into the small room before you close the door behind you. “come here,” he tells you.

you slowly make your way to him, eyes on the floor. he’s shirtless, leaning against the desk. sweat is collected above his brow, you wonder if he’s fresh out of practice. jeno’s index finger curls under you chin, jerking your head up. though he’s leaning against the desk he’s still towering over you. his intimidating features and size make your legs tremble. you look up at him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

“don’t be so scared love..” he whispers, bending down to be closer to you. you gulp down hard, both your mouth and your throat suddenly dry. “i-i have practice…a-at 2:30” you tell jeno and he smiles down at you. “we’ll be done by then, but i don’t know if you’ll be able to stand.” jeno loops a finger through your belt loop, tugging you into him. as your body collides with his he bends down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands are awkwardly pressed against his chest, not really knowing what to do with them. one arm is holding you in place, the other placed at the back of your neck. “i missed you,” he tells you through small kisses and breaths. “didn’t miss me when your tongue was down jieun’s throat,” you spit back, slightly pushing him back.

jeno laughs, looking up at the ceiling before his eyes fall back onto you. you cross your arms over your chest. you were going to let him get away with it, but you can’t let it slide. not after what he told you that same day. even after what he showed you? you needed answers.

“yn…come on, i already apologized.” he tells you, hands moving to touch you again. you jerk back so he doesn’t touch you, jeno sighs in response.

“jeno. you told me you loved me, then you went and made out with jieun that same day!” you tell him, and he holds his face in his hands, an exasperated sigh falling from his mouth. “you went outside with eric and left me there by myself, how do i know you didn’t make out with him?” he shoots back at you. you scoff rolling your eyes at his response. “i broke it off with him for you,” you tell him. “ok…and jieun came onto me and i wasn’t thinking straight” he tells you, walking towards you…wanting to hold you. “i was watching you and eric that night, why do you think i was so mad?” he says, eyebrows furrowed in slight anger. “when i came up to you at the bar? that wasn’t when i first got there,” you look up at him, expression full of confusion. “i seen him help you down the stairs, watch your drink, hold your purse—all that shit,” he says to you and you’re rendered speechless. “that should’ve been me…and i swear if i could go back in time and go with you, that night—i would.” he concluded his statement, hands holding your face softly.

you stand on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a kiss, you knew you would fold and forgive him…all you wanted was a proper apology. you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long…

“are you still mad at me?” jeno asks after he pulls away from your lips. you respond silently, bringing your hands up to show ‘just a little’ with your fingers. the both of you laugh, going back to making out. jeno’s hands grip your waist tightly, if he’s speaking honestly he’s afraid of letting you go. he feels that if he lets you go he’ll lose you again…and he can’t risk that, never again.

“don’t leave me again…” he whispers, lips barely grazing yours. “never leave me…please” he’s practically begging right now. “don’t do shit to push me away then jeno,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. he nods in response, arms wrapping tighter around your middle. he squeezes you softly, inhaling your scent.

—

the last few days have been hectic to say the least. you and jeno have been in contact, very much so in fact. you’ve been over to his place a few times but you haven’t brought him around jaehyun yet. you feel kind of bad, he tried so hard to protect you from him but you went right back. so you don’t have the heart to tell him you guys are on good terms just yet.

jaebae: im waiting outside, sungchan is here too !

you: okaaay, im coming rn just have to grab some things from my locker.

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“look at you, what have i done…” jeno says into your ear, licking the back. “you were such a good girl, where’d she go? hm?” you don’t respond, you just look up at him from your place on the floor. your pretty eyes are glazed over with wetness from your previous activities.

“you just do everything i fucking tell you too, huh?” jeno’s hand goes back to your hair, gripping your locks firmly. “such a good little slut for daddy,” he praises you. your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you look up at him wanting for him to do something so badly. jeno looks down at you slyly, smiling at you sickly. “you want my cock, baby?” he asks rhetorically, bobbing your head up and down for you. “yeah? huh? you want it?” he asks, making you nod your head again.. “p-please…” you whisper, looking up at him with teary eyes. jeno groans audibly, grip tightening on your hair. he jerks your head in the direction of his pants, squishing your face against his clothed boner. you whine, hands going to grip his legs to stabilize yourself.

“unzip em, now” he tells you.

you nod, hands shakily moving to unzip him. jeno jerks you back by your hair again, and you yelp. he bends down slightly, getting close to your face. “use your fucking mouth” he says, unoccupied hand squishing your cheeks. he hallows them out, forcing your tongue to poke out. he stands back up to his full height, moving you back to in front of his bulge. you open your mouth teeth grazing the cold metal of his zipper. you grab the zipper with your teeth, pulling it down—unzipping him.

“such a good slut for me,” jeno praises once you free his rock hard cock. “open.” he demands and you obey. lolling your tongue out of your wet mouth, waiting patiently for your treat. jeno strokes his dick a few times, thumbing the tip. he spreads his pre cum around, making your anticipation and need for him run wild. he leans forward, spitting into your open mouth.

“you ready for me?” he asks and you nod, mouth still hanging open.

he slaps the tip on your tongue, grinding against you a few times. low girthy groans leave his mouth, loving the wetness of your mouth. your arms are politely crossed behind your back, knowing you're not allowed to touch him unless he says so.

“fuck, i missed this” he moans out, pushing deeper into your mouth. his tip is hitting the back of your throat making you gag but you couldn’t care less. jeno’s other hand goes to your hair, pushing further down your throat. you gargle around his length, choking on his size. jeno loves the sound of you choking, ego boosting a bit as it reminds him how big he is. he looks down at you, sweat dripping down his bare chest and forehead. hot tears roll down your face as you look back up at him. he fucks into your mouth a few more times, nearing his orgasm. you shut your eyes tightly, letting him abuse your throat roughly. “f-fuck—shit” he mumbles, biting his lip as he empties his load down your throat messily. a mixture of your salty tears, spit and cum drips down your mouth and chin. jeno bends down to look at you closer, eyeing the slick mixture of nastiness as it drips down. it all pools atop your cleavage but you were too busy trying to catch your breath to care. you gasp in and out, chest heaving. jeno smiles sickly. god he loved ruining you.

“you’re so hot, i fucking love you” he whispers, crashing his lips onto yours.

—

“hey! what took you so long?” jae greets you with open arms.

you slightly smile, accepting his free hug. he holds the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your middle. you sigh out of sheer habit, you were a sucker for hugs like these. may or may not have to do with you liking to be dominated…but who cares?

“mmm, my bad…ran into an old friend” you mumble into his chest. jaehyun just nods, still holding you.

“alright fuckers, we’re hungry. let’s go!!” haechan yells from his seat in sungchan’s car.

you and jae laugh, parting from each other. he opens the car door for you, and you accept happily.

j: stop letting that fucking asshole touch you.

you: why are you even watching us???

j: that’s how i hold you after im done rearranging your guts, he’ll never be me.

you roll your eyes at his jealous texts. the toxicity is real.

you: what are you on about?

j: fuck jeong jaehyun that’s what.

you: omg. bye jeno.

j: don’t play with me, i’ll fuck you in front of him.

you: is that a threat or a promise?

j: you into that ?? such a nasty little slut.

you: your slut. now get off my phone, im with my friends.

j: i love you

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—

“so~ what you been up too?” haechan asks you. you roll your eyes, biting the fry in your hand.

you were seated in between haechan and jaehyun. the six of you guys occupied the booth in the back of the burger joint. it was just the four of you guys, but you guys ran into eric and sunwoo so haechan extended the invite.

the more the merrier you guessed lol.

“not much, i had practice yesterday…haven’t been there in awhile” you say, haechan nods in response.

“ahh, fun. you like being back?” he asks with a full mouth of hamburger. you don’t even flinch at it, you guys are more than comfortable with each other. “i like it, I missed playing,” you respond.

you fiddle with the straw in your cup, you’re very full and kind of bored now. you watch everyone talk and chow down. haechan and sungchan are talking about some new girl on the cheer squad, sunwoo and jae are talking about god knows what. but eric…is looking at you. you hold eye contact with him, you wonder what he’s thinking.

eric: can we talk?

you look down at the text and look back up at eric. he nods at your phone, telling you to text back.

you: …about?

eric: yk what yn…come on. pls?

you: idk eric…i don’t have anything to say.

eric: what? we almost kissed that night

eric: i gave you my sweater dude

eric: none of that meant anything? none of it?

you: eric, i already told you…i like you as a friend.

eric: you were gonna let me kiss you that night

you: i know..and i shouldn’t have, i’m sorry

eric: i don’t want your sorry

eric: i want you

eric: please, give me a chance yn

“can you take me home?” you whisper into jae’s ear. you clutch the bottom of his shirt tightly.

“wha? are you ok?” he asks, too loud for your liking. you look at eric out of the side of your eye, he’s staring at the two of you. you were never good with confrontation, but in your defense you already shot him down. one time should be enough.

“ok, babe let’s go.” he tells you, holding your hand.

he guides you out the booth, helping you stand up. you clutch his hand tighter, just wanting to be home at this moment. “yoo, where are you guys going?” haechan slurs, obviously having had one too many beers. “i’m—” you cut him short. “s-say it’s because of you,”

“i don’t feel too well, and she’s sleepy,” he lies with a pretty smile.

you couldn’t have asked for better friends.

eric looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. he watches you quietly, walking away hand in hand with jaehyun.

—

“so he made you feel uncomfortable?” kevin asks, fingers running through your strands.

you nod, nuzzling your face into his lap, sleepiness overcoming your senses. “i know it’s kind of my fault—i shouldn’t have let him almost kiss me..” you confess. kevin hums in response, still rubbing your head. it was putting you to sleep, relaxation was inevitable due to his motions.

“it was still a dick move though, i’m glad jae was there.” kevin says and you hum, agreeing with his statement.

“so what’s up with you and lee?” he asks, figuring you would like a subject change.

you shrug.

“not sure, we’ve been fucking…a lot” you mumble, finger tracing the plaid pattern of his pajama pants. “—and he tells me he loves me, but i don’t know kev” you continue on.

you didn’t want to ramble but you have lowkey been pondering on where the two of you will end up. especially since he’s been more open with his feelings and focusing on you more than he has ever before. there was just a tad bit of an issue.

!! lee jeno doesn’t date !!

duh! this has been the issue since the first time the two of you fucked, yet it feels different now…you can’t deny that. something deep down is telling you he’s going for a different approach but after what he pulled last time you’re not so sure. you don’t wanna be the dumb girl that continues to give your heart to the asshole that keeps breaking it. but then again, you’re a grown ass adult and can make your own grown ass decisions. who’s going to say something about it?

—

“jeno, stop it!” you whined, kicking your legs like a child.

you’ve been trying to do your homework for the past hour or so now and jeno keeps on bothering you. tickling, biting, licking, kissing, you name it, he’s done it. you’re splayed across his bed, laptop in sight but certainly not in use. jeno is standing in between your legs, looking down at you.

“nooo, fuck your homework…cuddle with me” jeno whines.

his hands trace your bare thighs, the pads of his fingertips tracing the faded hickeys and bite marks left by his mouth. you shiver at his cold touch.

“i dont think i’ve fucked you in this position” jeno whispers, gripping your waist as he bends down to be face to face with you. “um, yeah you did actually,” you tell him, mind dating back to that day he cuffed you and fucked you for not listening to him. you press your finger to his forehead, pushing his face away.

“i don’t remember…” he whispers, making his way up to your ear. “...i guess i’ll just have to do it again,” he says slyly, kissing your ear softly.

jeno traces your skin with his nose, dragging it from your earlobe and down your neck slowly. he licks a stripe up your throat. you bite your lip, but you have to hold your own.

“no jeno, not right now…later” you say, your voice betraying you. “you don’t sound so sure of yourself,” jeno laughs, pecking your cheek. “shut up, get off me” you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest knowing you can’t push him if your life depended on it.

“gimme fifteen minutes, come on” he tells you, intertwining your fingers with his.

“come on pretty…you know you want me too” he teases, grinding down on you with a sick smirk.

you did want him. when did you not? you roll your eyes at him, letting your head fall back onto the mattress.

“good girl,” he snickers, kissing your nose.

“yeah yeah, get on with it” you say.

jeno falls to his knees, hands automatically grabbing your thighs. he hoists your open legs onto his shoulders. he eyes your panties, leaning forward to kiss your clothed heat. he looks up at you but your looking away. too embarrassed to watch right now. no matter how many times you guys fuck, you’re always shy.

“look at me babygirl..” he says, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against you. he pushes your panties to the side, tongue immediately going to tease your clit. you clutch the bedsheets under you, still refusing to look at him. jeno chuckles, arms wrapping tighter around your thighs. his hands squeeze your inner thighs, pinching the supple skin. jeno licks a stripe up your slit, moving his tongue in a circle atop your clit. you moan quietly, not too loud.

He eyes you again, but you’re still looking away. he breathes out, teeth grazing your thighs. he bites down, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh. you jolt, sucking in a breath.

“oh my god!” you shout, sitting up onto your elbows in a flash. “fucking listen to me” he says, licking over where he bit you to soothe the pain. a whine comes out your throat as you lay back down. jeno just laughs.

“now…back to my meal,” he snickers.

he continues to eat you out like a starved man. you learned your lesson, watching his every move.

“fuck,” you stutter, struggling to keep your eyes open. jeno loves it.

“keep em open, baby” he tells you in between licks to your heat.

he sucks on your clit, middle and ring finger moving in and out of you quickly. your fingers dig into the sheets, gripping tightly to the fabric. you moan out loudly, thankful that the apartment is empty.

“are you close?” jeno asks, and you nod furiously.

he fastens his pace with his fingers, unattaching his mouth from you so he can get a good look at your face while you cum. a free hand goes up to squeeze your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. you let out a shaky moan as you feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in your gut.

“i’m close–so close” you manage to say.

jeno nods, licking his lips. he dips back down to your heat, sucking on your clit again. you arch your back at that, thighs squeezing against his face. jeno pushes your legs back open, a small grunt leaving his mouth as he does so. he twists his tongue every which way, getting you to your high. “f-fuck” is all you can mutter before you cum.

jeno laps it all up. his saliva, your juices and release all mixed together making a slick mess. you push him away weakly, whining because your sensitive. jeno keeps eating though, not bothered by your weak attempt to get him to stop.

“always so sweet,” he says with a toothy grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

you don’t respond, just flipping him off. jeno rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand. he uses it to flip you over on your tummy. a small squeal of surprise leaves you, you weren’t expecting that.

“you got your release, now i want mine” he tells you with a small smack to your ass.

he climbs atop his bed, hands holding your hips. he pushes his clothed cock against your ass letting you feel how hard he is. you bite your lip in response. you were still sensitive. nonetheless you grind against him, rubbing your core against his boner. jeno lets out a low moan, pushing up against you too. you let your head fall against the mattress, hands laid flat against it to keep yourself upright. you swivel your hips, pushing harder against him.

“fuck, im about to cum in my pants” jeno says and you laugh lightly.

jeno slips out of his sweats with a quickness, wanting to at least be in you for a few before he actually cums. he aligns himself with your hole, pushing all the way in.

“a-ah, fuck” you say, looking back at jeno over your shoulder.

“you’ve been taking my cock all week like a good girl, you don’t need to adjust anymore,” he says, pushing in and out of you at a quick pace.

you can feel every vein on his cock, it’s making your head spin. he grips your hips, steadying himself as he drills you from the back. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the sheets under you tightly. you feel like you’re about to cum already. he fucks you fast and hard, his head thrown back girthy moans coming from his throat. sweat drips down his bare chest, a work of art he is. you were sure your hips were gonna bruise though as hard as he’s holding them.

“always so fucking tight, i love it” jeno says, bending down to be right in your ear.

he uses a hand to grip your thigh, pulling it forcing you to spread your legs wider. you yelp in surprise. his other hand presses to the small of your back, telling you to arch.

“f-fuck, there you go–-good girl” he leaves a smack to your ass, fucking into you even harder.

he’s no longer holding your hips. both his hands are holding the headboard, using it as leverage so he can drill you as hard as he wants. you let yourself go, not even bothering to say you were close. clenching down onto him as you release yourself. he moans at that, feeling the extra wetness. he doesn’t stop though, he keeps going. you feel your nerves going crazy, you were sensitive before but now you were extra sensitive.

“i’m sensitive, jeno” you whine, using your hands to try and push his hips to make him stop.

“move your fucking hands” he sneers.

he grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your back. he continues to fuck you mercilessly. hot tears run down your face, pooling onto the bed sheets. he climbs up your body, making his way to your face. “cum for me, princess” he whispers to you. he kisses your face a couple of times.

“come on, you can do it” he tells you. you shake your head vigorously. “i know you can do it baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek lovingly.

it blows your mind how sweet he’s being. kissing on you while he fucks the shit out of you. backwards, but makes complete sense as far as lee jeno goes. you let go, that little knot in your tummy coming undone. jeno continues to push in and out of you, allowing you both to ride out your highs. you breathe heavily as you try to calm your nerves. you just came three times in a span of an hour. man he’s good.

“you did so well,” jeno says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“you’re not touching me for the next two weeks” you say, flicking his forehead.

“now you know damn well,” jeno laughs, laying down next to you.

—

“i wanna tattoo” jaehyun says.

“woah, really? you’d look so hot” haechan says with a mouth full of food.

“on everything, where do you want it?” you asked, sipping on the drink in front of you.

you and the regulars were currently on a “once a month lunch date”. your very own friend holiday that you guys created to make sure you guys always stay in contact. today haechan and sungchan crashed you guys, but it’s fine. they’re basically your roommates too.

“i’m thinking about the forearm” jae answers and you nod.

“everytime you play everyone will be able to see it, good spot” kevin agrees.

“do you know what you wanna get?” sungchan asks, jaehyun shakes his head no in response.

“regular you already gets all the girls, now imagine when he’s tatted” sungchan jokes, you guys all laugh. “man, but i never see you with any” haechan says, looking at jae for answers. “kid you not, as long as we’ve been staying together he hasn’t brought one girl home—ever.” kevin says and you nod. “i can second that statement” you agree with kevin.

jaehyun rolls his eyes in response. “you guys are so embarrassing” he groans, toying with the food on his plate. “it’s true!” you and kevin say in unison. “kev brings home a new girl every week,” you start. “yeah, and yn used to bring jeno over everyday” kevin jokes. “haha, so funny kev. it was not everyday.” you give him a dirty look. “oh please, the man was practically living there,” he follows up. “oh my god, it was like…once or twice a week!” you defend yourself. jaehyun shakes his head with a laugh.

“it was like everyday…” jae says, scratching the back of his head.

“fucking traitor,” you mumble with a pout.

“speaking of jeno…” kevin starts.

“conversation over.” you shut him down right away.

“come on, let’s talk about your potential baby daddy,” haechan teases.

you roll your eyes in response to their teasing.

“damn, no rubber? you’re wild yn” sungchan says with a laugh.

“plastic is bad for the environment, you should be thanking me” you joke.

the table erupts in laughter at your joke.

“get the bill so we can get the hell out of here”

—

you and jeno were cuddled up on the couch, flicking through selections on the TV. you were stuffing your face with the popcorn while he tried to find an anime you guys haven’t watched.

“what about death note?” he asks.

“love it, but i just rewatched it” you respond.

“anohana?” “menma is kinda annoying,” “boruto?” “nah, the manga is better,” “full metal alchemist?” “i’m sleep already,” “oh my god. what about jojo’s?” “character design is trash as fuck, hard pass.” “I GIVE UP” jeno says.

you look up at him like he’s crazy.

“the hell is your problem?” you say with a mouth full of popcorn.

“you’re so picky!” jeno sneers, handing you the remote.

“next time i give you head i’m gonna bite the tip” you say, snatching the remote from him.

“shut the hell up,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

“ew get off me, i’m mad at you” you tell him, jabbing your elbow into his middle.

“just find something baby, damn” he whines, holding your arm in place so you don’t hit him.

“the holy grail itself,” you say with a wide smile.

“this? this is what you chose?” he says with a look of disgust.

“i don’t take cowboy bebop slander, you can shut the fuck up” you say, waving your finger in his face dramatically. “you chose this over all those other choices? really?” his mouth is agape.

“you must’ve never seen this one,” you retort. “hell no, it’s old as fuck!” jeno laughs.”shut up and watch it, you’re gonna love it” you press play on the first episode.

—

“someone’s been living the good life, huh?” yuta says with a smirk.

jeno looks back at him confused.

“huh?” yuta shakes his head, turning him around in the mirror.

the red scratch marks and bite marks decorated all over his backside. yuta laughs, patting his shoulder. “i’m tryna get like you” sungchan laughs, joining in on the conversation.

“different girls?” yuta asks and jeno shakes his head no with a disgusted expression.

“haven’t so much as looked at another girl since i got mines,” he tells yuta, pulling his jersey over his body.

yuta nods with an impressed expression.

“so…we’re all thinking about the same girl, aren’t we” haechan says and all the boys start laughing.

“tell yn we said cut her nails” yuta jokes, slapping the back of jeno’s head before he makes his way out.

“go figure, look who’s calling me” sungchan laughs, turning his phone so everyone can see.

jeno sits down on the bench slipping his cleats on.

“what’s up babygirl” sungchan says when the call connects.

he laughs at jeno’s glare.

“wait what? slow down,” sungchan tell you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

jeno perks up at his serious tone. he motions to his ear, sungchan tosses him his airpod case.

“i don’t know, i just—can you come here, please?” you say, voice shaky.

you sounded scared but jeno didn’t know why. he needed to know.

“where is she at?” jeno mouthed and sungchan nodded.

“where are you at, baby? send me your location, i’ll come get you” he says and you nod, doing as you were told. “okay, i sent it” you sniffled. jeno was losing his damn mind. why didn’t you call him?

“don’t tell jeno, please…” you say, and sungchan looks up at him.

jeno shakes his head no.

“babe…i have to tell him,” he tells you.

“no! please don’t, please chan…i’m begging you” you plead and sungchan nods.

“ok, i won’t. i’m coming right now, don’t go anywhere.” he tells you and you shake your head yes.

“ok, thank you…love you” you say before you hang up.

“let’s go, now.” jeno says, grabbing his keys.

—

“i told you not to tell him, sungchan!” you said, stomping your foot.

you and sungchan were standing a few feet away from a pacing jeno. not super far but just out of earshot.

“i couldn’t not tell him yn! he was right there when you called me,” sungchan said, defending himself. you groan, hands flying to your face. you sink down to the ground, shaking your head back and forth. sungchan rolls his eyes at your dramatic actions. he crouches down to be at your level, joining you on the floor.

“he’s gonna fucking kill me” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut. “come on, it can’t be that bad” sungchan tells you, rubbing your back. “i came here with eric!” you whisper shouted, looking back to see if jeno heard you. “oh….yeah you’re dead” sungchan says, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“come here yn,” jeno says.

you swallow harshly, standing to your feet. you stuff your shaky hands into your sweater pockets. shuffling towards where jeno stands, your eyes watch the gravel under your sneakers. once you're in arms length, he grabs your forearm, tugging you towards the back seat. he opens the door aggressively, jerking his chin forward telling you to climb in. you do so, sitting in the middle seat. you fold your hands and rest them on your thighs. jeno tosses sungchan the keys before he climbs into the back seat.

—

the air is thick. awkward and super quiet. even though there’s music playing it still seems super quiet. you look over at jeno. he’s staring out the window, jaw clenched tightly. even the grip he has on your thigh is strong.

“j-jeno?” you whisper.

he doesn’t respond, he just turns to look at you.

“if you’re not gonna tell me why you were here, i don’t wanna hear shit from your mouth” he sneers. you flinch, his words hurt you. he’s never talked to you like that before.

“i-i was here with someone…but something came up! i j-just needed a ride home” you lie, believably so at that. jeno wasn’t buying it though. he knows you too well.

“you’re lying. don’t fucking lie to me, yn” jeno says, he raises his eyebrows at you.

his serious expression made your stomach churn.

“i was here with eric…” you admit.

“i knew it! i fucking knew it—dammit!” jeno yells, fists flying full force to punch the passenger seat in front of him.

“why? why were you with that son of a bitch?” he asks you, rage evident in his voice.

you hiccup, trying to calm yourself down and steady your nerves. you scoot back from him, sliding into the seat on your left hand side.

“it wasn’t anything like that! he wanted to talk, and that’s all we did…” you started. jeno rolls his neck from side to side. jaw still clenched as he stretches his muscles. “he didn’t like my answer to him, so he kicked me out of his car and left me there” you shrugged.

“he did what?!” sungchan and jeno shouted at the same time.

“this is why i didn’t want to say anything!” you whined, hitting your head on the back of sungchan’s seat groaning.

“sungchan take me home, please” you say to your friend. he nods, picking up his phone to type your address in.

“you don’t wanna come home with me?” jeno asks and you shake your head.

“i think we both need some time alone,” you tell jeno. “fuck that, i wanna be with you.” he tells you. “did you not see how you just reacted?! you need to blow some steam off, away from me” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“whatever yn,” jeno scoffs.

“fucking kids” sungchan laughs, continuing to drive.

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“ow! stop, i’m sorry!” kevin cried as you pinched his ear. jeno and the other boys watched in amusement as you inflicted pain on the boy. “twist it!” haechan yelled out with a laugh. sungchan giggled, slapping haechan’s arm as he snorted loudly.

“are you gonna do it again?” you ask tauntingly, kevin nods vigorously. “no, i swear to fucking god–just stop” kevin cries out, and you let him go. he pouts, hand flying to rub his throbbing ear.

“and fuck you, haechan!” kevin sneers, chucking a pillow in his direction.

you laugh as you make your way over to jeno. you climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you snuggle into him, his hands wrapping around you.

“you’re a little bitch,” jeno whispers, kissing your face. “mhm, what are you gonna do about it?” you stick your tongue out at him. he shakes his head, pinching your thigh. you whine, pushing his hand away. “yeah, that’s what i thought, don’t act tough with me” jeno says and you giggle, nodding your head.

“haechan would be a really good name for y’all kid” hae says, tossing a pillow at the two of you. jeno catches it, throwing it back his way. “i don’t know why the fuck you thought our pitcher wouldn’t catch that” sungchan deadpans.

"can you like shut the hell up? i like you better when you're not talking" haechan says, flinching at the taller boy.

“fuck no, kevin is a way better name!” kevin shouted, slapping the back of haechan’s head. “all i know is…i wanna be the godparent,” sungchan says with a wide smile.

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Another note on the mermechs is that some give live birth, some lay eggs, and others something more along the lines of a mermaid purse.

Rodimus, whose sub species lays eggs, is very confused by his two children, one (Flamewar) is a perfectly normal sized egg and eventual fry and the second (Splendid) is a large pup that is live born and nearly killed him. They actually have two different sires because breeding season was interrupted by the oil spill and when Rodimus healed it started again and he and Thunderclash got frisky.

This is a reason different subspecies of mermechs don't usually interbreed. Poor Rodimus is all kinds of confusion, which is part of why he grabbed onto Drift as support. Because you aren't supposed to have fry needing care at the same time as eggs but Thunderclash's species calls his pups and he has a bunch of confused instincts and no support on top of needing to defend and map out his newly claimed territory.

Running into the himbo shark Riptide (Thresher shark) is a big relief and the first addition to the Lost Light school/pod. Though he is slightly confused by how fussy Rodimus is about Splendid as pups are fairly self-sufficient immediately but he is going with it. Hunting is easier in a group, and Riptide is unexpectedly very social. Plus, he likes Rodimus and Drift and teaching Splendid to test things out by biting. Drift does not appreciate this addition to Splendid's behavior as he is usually the one covered in bitemarks since she enjoys nibbling though her teeth aren't exactly razors like Riptide thankfully.

I'm leaning towards Thunderclash being a type of cetacea, which means Splendid's creation is extra unusual, and Ratchet eventually does have to help because Thunderclash's species feed their young filtered Energon live food at first. Rodimus eventually starts panicking about it because fish mush isn't working entirely. Drift drags the baby to Ratchet's facility, and they start caring for her. Eventually, Rodimus comes into the tidal pool to be nearby, and Thunderclash is watching everything go down, and once things calm down, he ends up pulling himself out of his tank to come croon at Splendid since Rodimus can't stay with her while Flamewar needs guarding as she is unhatched. Thunderclash is the one who explains things to Ratchet, who insists Rodimus gets a full checkup once things calm down and find he is incredibly stressed and needing some medical attention that he'd hid last time.

Now they are both doing better with Splendid being bottle fed until she's big enough, which fascinates Riptide, who especially like starring at First Aid who becomes involved.

It also confirms that Thunderclash is to blame. Which only makes things stranger when Flamewar hatches, and now Drift has two baby mers to watch.

HgGhh yes, oh poor Roddie, this makes sense of why intersubspecies breeding is probably rare, at some level there's a degree of danger

Rodimus is going through it but he has mecha and mers here for him

Thresher Riptide!

Drift:

Drift: rIPTIDE I STG

I'm also getting cetacean vibes from Thunders, maybe his mer form is based on a medium to medium large species of toothed whale

Drift and Ratchet yet again being the responsible ones

Ooo, Aid?

Poor Drift getting sucked into this mess shdhdhdh

#mer!rodimus au 1 #maccadam #transformers #i think it's 1 rather than A at least #mtmte thunderclash #mtmte rodimus #mtmte ratchet #mtmte drift #mtmte first aid #mtmte riptide #rodiclash

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earthspark-shockwaves-reduction · 8 months

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things that happened in cyberverse that I get dealt psychic damage upon remembering because this show was fuckin wild

starscream did his usual "IM THE LEADER NOW >:D" thing bc megatron was presumed dead but this time when megatron came back he went down the halls of almost the whole fucking ship beating the shit out of starscream while he was trying to run until he fucking shot him and left him for dead

at some point humans found about cybertronians (as in "the general populace found out cybertronians live among them" not "1-5 humans made friends") but instead of having anything like G.H.O.S.T or Big Conflict between the humans they just. made viral videos of cybertronians sometimes? Idk

speaking of which: megatron livestreaming starscream's funeral (after practically killing him) and there was a Facebook live style stream of emojis and one of them was the pensive one (😔) but on the decepticon insignia

he didn't stay dead though the autobots found him on the moon or whatever and stuck him in a lil cell

he got therapy once (the closest any tf show has gotten to having rung) and immediately used it to escape

...actually the closest they got to having rung was probably maccadam who looked like someone mixed rung with thanos (and I think was a prime???)

cheetor beast wars was there and he was fucking adorable and essentially did a round of marriage counseling for megatron and optimus and they went with it bc I think it was the only way he'd let them see the allspark or whatever

and then he died saving the allspark in very princess yue "I'm giving it my life force to save everyone" fashion

I stayed watching for maybe 5 more eps after that (bc honestly this would've made for the best albeit bittersweet ending instead of throwing in the quintessentions but I digress) so I know there's a fuckton missing from this list

perceptor was there and he got blinded after less than five minutes onscreen

but the real problem: no brainstorm

no mention of him to be had

no simpatico only simp

whirl was there but instead of having any of his insanity or Genuine Unhingedness he was just. kinda silly. and not even that silly. he kept getting hit and going "...I'm fine!"

tarn.

yeah that tarn.

but similar to whirl he was Very Diluted from his normal idw tarn-ness (bc. Y'know. It's a TV-Y7 Saturday morning cartoon) and I think he had clones

windblade had a "I sword fight my ex gf in a Dennys parking lot" thing going on for A While with one of the seekers until she literally got stabbed and died

they had drift but did his whole deadlock -> drift thing backwards. in reverse even

Roddy's Emo Paint Job from Lost Light (but it's because of the Acid he got dragged into bc that's how that works)

this show started with amnesiac mute bee doing dumb shit and windblade having to wrangle him and they went on silly adventures what happened-

#mine #transformers #tf #maccadam #cyberverse

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1024UB CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE, ANYWAY?

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“Is this right?” San whispered to himself as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Ever since Gyuri asked him about putting in fake piercings, San couldn’t stop thinking about it. He thought about it so much that he ended up actually buying fake piercings to put on his lip, in his nose, and over his eyebrow. He managed to get the eyebrow and lip piercings to stay in place, but the nose piercing was a little more confusing for him. Every time he thought it was secure, it would end up slipping down slowly. Sighing, he pressed the piercing into his nose so hard he feared that he actually created a piercing for his nose.

“San! Are you done in there? I have to pee,” Yunho knocked rapidly on the door to the bathroom.

San cleaned up everything from the bathroom and immediately left the bathroom while apologizing to his roommate. He knew that Yunho wanted to ask him about the piercings on his face, but before he could, San made it into his bedroom and closed the door quickly. He wasn’t necessarily embarrassed about the piercings on his face, but he didn’t want to have to explain the whole story to Yunho or anyone else for that matter. He opened the camera app on his phone and continued to mess with the nose piercing as he sat on his bed, only to see a text pop up.

RODDIES group chat — 3 online

gyuday: heyo does anyone have any show recs? idk what to watch i just finished the anime i was watching

San eyed the message suspiciously; he didn’t know if she was genuinely asking or if she was trying to tell San to come over.

kikiki: demon slayer is p good kikiki: i recommend gyuday: i was thinking something a bit longer…? kikiki: the longest one i know of is one piece kikiki: but you’d be insane to start that gyuday: well, i have a lot of time to kill gyuday: and that is a long ass legendary anime ;p

Yep, she wanted him to come over. Although they were official and weren’t hooking up anymore, San and Gyuri still liked to use their code word around their friends, so he was pretty shocked to see her being so bold by asking him to come over in the group chat.

Like they agreed, San covered up completely. He wore a black hat, a black hoodie, dark sunglasses, and a black face mask over the fake piercings. If he were to go outside in that get-up, he definitely would attract some random fangirls thinking that he is a proper celebrity. When he exited his room, San was bathed head to toe in black clothes and accessories. He walked to the living room to see Yunho sitting on the couch channel surfing— he had finished up in the bathroom. Yunho eyed him like he was crazy as San stood like an NPC character before him.

“Precautions,” San explained briefly.

Yunho didn’t utter a word. San exited his apartment and took the stairs to Gyuri’s apartment, hoping he wouldn’t run into anyone in the group as he did so. He got to Gyuri’s apartment moments later, and instead of entering the apartment code like he usually did, he rang the doorbell. San heard footsteps thud as they approached. The door opened, revealing Gyuri with a smirk on her face and people talking faintly.

“Oh, good. You caught that,” Gyuri chuckled. “I actually started watching One Piece in case you didn’t.”

“You’re insanely bold,” San responded, his words getting muffled by his mask.

“I’m also glad that you remembered to dress like this. I really thought you weren’t listening to me that day,” she continued as the two went into her apartment, San slowly removing his elaborate disguise once the door closed, the voice from the TV getting louder.

Gyuri’s back faced San as he said, “I was listening. See?” He grabbed her arm and turned her around, his arm automatically wrapping around her waist.

It took everything in San to keep from laughing as he saw Gyuri’s face get red almost immediately upon seeing his face. Luckily for him, the nose ring stayed in place as he removed his face mask, which meant that his efforts succeeded.

“Oh my God, you really were listening,” Gyuri breathed out after waiting moments to presumably find her words. “Fuck… this is so much hotter than I was anticipating.”

“You really like the piercings that much, huh?

“I like your normal face too, but the piercings…”

Gyuri bit her lower lip, making San hug her waist even tighter, his arm jerking her closer to him. Her hand rested on his cheek as her fingers toyed with the fake piercings. She smoothed out his eyebrow and tapped his nose ring lightly. When her fingers neared his lip ring, he pretended to bite her finger before leaning in and kissing her, her hand resting on his shoulder. As he moved away from her, Gyuri’s face seemed to be even more red.

“Wow… That was so… Wow…”

Her hand attempted to cover her face in embarrassment, but San wanted to look at her face and see exactly how turned on turned on she was, which ended up turning him on. He pinned her against the wall and brought her leg up and over, her legs separated enough for his waist to grind against hers. At first, he kissed her delicately, unsure about whether or not the piercings would stay on his face, but he got impatient quickly, his lips completely enveloping hers, their breathing getting heavier and hotter.

“Iseul… won’t be home tonight…” Gyuri breathed out in between kisses.

That was all San needed for him to lift her up and bring her to the living room and pin her down on the couch. He felt Gyuri’s hot breath on his shoulder as he rubbed his nose up her neck and to her ear, his lips leaving small kisses along the way. He could still hear the characters of One Piece screaming in the background, but before he had to say anything, Gyuri reached for the remote and muted the TV, San’s face still buried deeply in her neck.

Despite not opening her mouth, Gyuri whined and pulled at San’s shirt as if she were begging him to rip her to shreds with his dick. Hurriedly, San removed his shirt and pants while Gyuri did the same for her clothes. Their articles of clothing fell to the ground into somewhat of a pile. He hovered above her, the two stark naked. He kissed her loudly on the lips, then trailed his kisses down the center of her body. His eyelashes also fluttered against her skin as he left pink marks in between her breasts. Before he could go any lower and taste her sweet soaking pussy, she grabbed his face and pulled him back so that they were face to face.

Gyuri pressed her lips to his, San exhaling passionately as their tongues waltzed. One of her hands rested on the nape of his neck, the other positioning her dick to enter her. She was panting hard as she broke their chain of kisses, “I need you to fuck me. Don’t tease me.”

Electricity ran through every nerve in San’s body. He lowered himself onto her as her legs wrapped around his slim waist, his dick slowly slipping inside her. Gyuri let out a sonorous gasp along with a moan as he went deeper into her. He could feel her tense around him. He craved more of that. He craved it so much that he removed himself from her quickly and re-entered slowly once more. She got tighter, and her hand moved from the nape of his neck to his shoulder, her nails pressing into his skin lightly.

“You like that, baby?” San’s voice got lower as he whispered into her ear.

She shivered as his tongue ran across her ear, his waist starting to move back and forth, their skin slapping lightly. “Yes! More!” Gyuri whined out, her hand holding him tighter.

“Like this?” His tempo quickened and his thrusts got more intense.

She let out little cries as San went harder with every thrust, “Ah, San! Mmm, yes!”

“Louder,” San grunted.

Her breathy moans reverberated in the living room. Suddenly, San completely pulled out of her and moved so that he was below her, Gyuri straddling him, his hands resting on her waist. She positioned herself and lowered herself onto his dick. Her hands rested on his chest as she lifted and lowered herself repetitively on him, his hips bucking up every so often to create a more intense effect. She sped up, her moans getting increasingly louder before she lifted herself off him entirely and came, her knees and arms trembling, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Gyuri definitely wasn’t done, though, not until San came at least. She repositioned his dick and continued moving up and down on him. She lowered her body completely so that her chest was pressed against his, the new angle creating a new form of pleasure for him. His hands moved from her waist to her ass and guided her as he moved his hips in rhythm with her.

“Fuck, Gyuri, you’re so tight,” San said in between his own groans of pleasure.

When she started rolling her body on his, San could feel himself lose control over his body. He grabbed the back of her head and locked lips with her roughly, his lower lip sore as she sucked on it, the fake lip piercing creating a different sensation for their kisses. The two of them were breathing hard as he moved his lips away from her, his nose rubbing against her neck.

“I can’t… I’m going to come,” San huffed out, his hips slamming into hers loudly.

San sat up to pull out of Gyuri to come, but she firmly planted her waist on him and pinned him back down on the couch. “No, I want you to stay inside. I want to feel all of you.”

That sentence alone was enough to make San come inside her. He let out a groan of relief, his tight grip on her relaxing moments later. When Gyuri removed herself off him, he saw a thick trail of white exit her body. He pursed his lips in attempt to keep his face from going red at the sight of Gyuri pumping his dick to get out a little more if at all possible, which she successfully did.

“Gyu! Please!” San ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes closed tightly, another moan escaping his lips— he needed a moment to calm down before she got him started again.

He opened his eyes to see Gyuri teasingly lick her white covered fingers. She was definitely teasing him the same way he did her, which he understood now why Gyuri just wanted him to fuck her. Resisting the urge to fully push himself into her once again, San forcibly sat up and grabbed some tissues to clean them up. Gyuri got off the couch and returned moments later with two towels and a blanket.

After cleaning themselves, San leaned against the couch cushions as Gyuri wrapped the blanket around them, her head resting on his shoulder, a sigh of content escaping her lips. She stared at his face once more and touched his lip piercing with her thumb, her thumb pulling his lip down slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek to try and keep calm.

“Fuck, you look so good… And your hair just… wow.”

“You know, I was worried that you wouldn’t like my hair,” San said truthfully.

“Why?”

“I didn’t know if you would like bleached hair on me, and I want to do the things you like.”

Gyuri’s face went red once more. She buried her face in San’s chest, his arms wrapping around her. She nuzzled her nose into the nook of his neck and said, “Don’t worry about what I like. As long as you like it, I will too.”

A smile blossomed on San’s face. He kissed the top of her head and held her even tighter. Her head moved up to stare at his piercings again, her finger tracing his jawline. Gyuri’s warm fingertips was making San go crazy. He had to bite his tongue to keep from going at her again, but God, she really was teasing the shit out of him in that moment. Her finger went back to his falsely pierced eyebrow and smoothed it out.

“What if you…” she trailed off.

“Yeah?”

“What if you slit your eyebrow?”

“Do you have a thing for rebel boys or rockstars or something? I thought studious, dedicated, prim and proper boys were your type.”

“I don’t have one set type, per se, but this is my guilty pleasure. Like, if you wore a leather jacket and drove a motorcycle one day? Lord, just the thought of you like that is enough to make me sweat.”

“Do you really want me to slit my eyebrow?” San asked after briefly considering the leather jacket and motorcycle thing.

“It’ll grow back.”

The determined look on Gyuri’s face made San laugh lightly. She really did want him to slit his eyebrow. “Fine, then I have a request for you,” he told her.

“What is it?”

“Send me pictures of you in lingerie.”

“Like nudes?”

“Yes, but not nude. Leave something for the imagination and tease me.”

“Okay, that sounds reasonable.”

Gyuri pressed his lips against his as if she were sealing the deal, her tongue running across the piercing on his lip. San just couldn’t hold back anymore. She let out a little yelp as he came at her with full force, their bodies pressed together underneath the warm blanket.

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chillyfrys · 2 months

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More Roddy hc’s..

I feel bad for yappin abt this goober sm- oh well

I’ve had no motivation to do much else

He is by far my fav oc, so posting all this help me remember everything and blah blah-

These are more on his past!!

(Same tw’s as last time-)

He was born in Oklahoma

His father had been abusing his mother way before him and his brother(s) had been born

His father had got her pregnant on accident

he hated kids, so payed no mind to them.. he loved the baby bonus check though

His father is the reason why he’s Addicted to drugs. When Roddy was a crazy 2 year old he’d give lil Roddy Valium.. and continued to for years, till he left when Rod’s was five.

His dad would beat their mum black and blue, and used Roddy as an ashtray most times..

Roddy had another brother.. he was shot and killed in the middle of a gun fight.

His name was Tommy, 16 years old when he was shot, Roddy had been 11 And he saw it all.

His mom is such a sweetheart, and would let Roddy get away with murder.

She’s not home much though, she’s a nurse so busy schedule and late nights..

Donny (his older brother) is the “man of the house” or whatever

Roddy is technically just a nickname, his name is Rodwill- but he absolutely hates it. ______________________________________ just some more hc’s I forgot last time (Tw)

When he has the urge to relapse sh, he’ll just get new tattoos because it hurts..

He’s a picky eater- fav food is chicken tenders

Lives off of monster energy and black coffee

He’s got a nice fish tank with a bunch of tropical fish in his room

He’ll somedays just not have an appetite at all, and feels sick when he tries to eat

Roddy knows a lot of people, because he probably sold drugs to them- and he knows all the druggies

Angela has a weird obsession with Roddy-

Roddy has bad hearing, somedays he can hear everything and other days all he says is “huh?” “Wha?” “Pardon??”

He’s a cuddly drunk, he chooses someone and clings to them all night- it’s usually Ponyboy or Two-bit

Has a super high metabolism, bro could eat a 5 course meal and LOSE weight-

..But that also comes with low iron-

He and pony are so black cat and golden retriever 🫶🏼 Butt even though Roddy looks like he’d be the black and pony looks like the golden retriever.. it’s the opposite-

He’ll chew on his lip rings (he’s got two)

Always cracking his knuckles

Begging his brother for a nipple piercing-

Has maybe one pair of jeans without holes in them?

He’s killed someone 🎀

Roddy hates toddlers and and kid’s over 2 but absolutely Adores baby’s

and baby’s love him somehow- Probably cuz he’s so warm. but when he’s holding a baby Roddy is grinning like a fool and it’s a weird sight- a big tall emo covered in tattoos and piercings.. holding a lil baby-

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That’s it for a bit- sorry again for the Roddy spam He’s just a cutie 🤭

Love you all 🫶🏼💋

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Rodimus, knockout, and Gale ^^

sorry its a different day now

Rodimus

i love himmmm. although depending on the continuity i have different opinions on them, but i'm guessing this one is about MTMTE, which is cool!! he's nice :) he has so many problems he needs to address emotionally but he doesn't like processing them, the poor guy. i think he likes to burrow his emotions under his constant jokes, and he needs someone to bring him out of that. he's clever, despite the usual belief. i love other roddies too so there's that

Knockout

MY BELOVED DOCTOR i really fucking love this dude. he's so obsessive over his image, he's a smartass (i bet he can recite poetry just to fuck with you), he has a boyfriend (no Breakdown did not die i do not believe this shhh stfu) and his boss sucks. speaking of! i love that in prime he ditches Megatron like i'd do that too boy looked at the mess and said bye. anyway. moral ambiguity my beloved

Gale

(tw suicide mention) okay. the thing is. Gale is fucking great. he's so so so kind, so nice, his love language is acts of service, he'll die for his love. but. i fucking love that he's actively seeking a way to kill himself. so his positive trait "service as an act of love" becomes his fatal flaw. how fucking cool is that. also he's handsome i guess people on here tend to focus on appearances WAY too often. get a life and stop being horny

#sorry this took so long i was trying to cope from fnaf #i still didnt cope. cue dance #asks

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serenailith · 1 year

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two + two equals four(ever)

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Square: c2, golden compass Rating: m Word Count: 1176 Ship(s): (endgame) dream of the endless/hob gadling Warnings: none Additional Tags: alternate universe - daemons, daemons, alternate universe - canon divergence, alex doesn’t kill his father but ol’ roddie gets what he deserves anyway, other additional tags to be added, crossover though no actual golden compass characters appear, kinda canonical but also really really not Summary:

When Dream and his dæmon are captured by Roderick Burgess, Hob has no idea. But when a witch warns Hob of the dangers of the Devil's captivity and the devastation of intercision, Hob can't remain on the sidelines. So he and his own dæmon, Toivo, set off to do what needs to be done.

Unfortunately, things are rarely easy enough to go according to plan.

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Dream sweeps down the street with his robe billowing behind him, the sharp wind biting his face and swirling his hair around his face. Eislyn follows in step; she stays as quiet as usual, her paws padding over icy cobblestone, and he need not glance down to know she is at his side. She will always be there.

The people part for man and dæmon, their own dæmons nearly bowing in deference for the enormous black-furred cat. They are no royalty here, Dream and Eislyn, but there lingers an air around them that commands respect. Demands subjugation if only those they pass would dare enter their realm.

Dream hums low in his throat when he sees the lights burning ahead, twin flames on either side of a familiar door. Eislyn’s head rises further into the air, her silver eyes shining golden the nearer they grow to the torches. He waits until her side presses against his leg before pushing open the door.

Conversation swells around them, dappled with the thuds of tankards hitting wooden tables and raucous laughter. From the back comes ragged coughing—a boy no older than thirteen years pulls the cigarette from his lips and screws up his face as he passes it off. Dream can almost hear the eye-roll that Eislyn gives. They are both of the opinion that boys struggle to grow too quickly. They would rather tire of their playthings than enjoy the bliss of youth.

But youth, these days, is hardly a home in which to linger. The hearth has long grown cold and the walls carry with it the ghosts of happiness past. Boys shove themselves into roles more suited for adults simply so they can survive. They fight to be seen as older in order to make a living for their families. Times are lean for all but especially for those one step from the gutter.

Dream steps closer to the lads at the table, and they all stare up at him. The one holding the burning tobacco drops it to the floor once the heat reaches the tips of his fingers, and he stomps out the flickering embers before turning his attention back to Dream. The four boys are all victims of life, of time and those who have stolen far too much from them. The boy nearest him flinches when he slips his hand beneath his robe.

“Oi, mister, we ain’t—”

He falls silent when Dream places a small stack of coins in the centre of the table. Without a word, Dream turns away and listens to the group fighting amongst themselves over who got to keep the silver pieces. Eislyn casts him a knowing look but wisely stays silent. There is no need for words, not here.

Not now.

Hob Gadling gives Dream an inquisitive look but doesn’t ask as Dream takes a seat across from him. Toivo lowers his great head to the floor, amber eyes finding Eislyn’s silver ones before closing. Like his human, the wolf is far too trusting. Too relaxed where there is danger. Eislyn’s ears flick, the smallest amount of motion, and Dream presses his leg more closely to her side. She settles, though he can still feel the apprehension as if it were within his own breast.

The night ends much the same as it always does: Dream and Eislyn leave the White Horse in silence. Tonight differs, however, in that they leave the White Horse with no intention of ever returning.

Toivo’s quiet whimpering follows them long after they re-enter the Dreaming.

It’s been twenty-seven years since their argument in the tavern, and Dream is no closer to forgiving Hob Gadling for his impudence. His unmitigated gall of claiming that he and Dream are one and the same. The way he’d called Dream something so common as lonely. Dream is the furthest from lonely—he has Eislyn, after all, and Jessamy and Lucienne, Merv. He has the denizens of the Dreaming, dreamers who come each night to build worlds within his realm.

He is not lonely.

He is, however, weakened as he goes after his worst creation. The darkest Nightmare he’s ever made, the one who has taken upon himself the task of hunting humans in the Waking. The Corinthian, always so jealous of mortals, of those who bear their souls outside their bodies, the ones who have souls and not just the will of a Maker.

Dream stumbles as he holds the ruby, and the grains of sand swirl, slow, then shimmer to the ground. The Corinthian’s face swims clearer into view even as Dream’s sight goes dark at the edges. The grin on the Nightmare’s face would frighten anyone, and even his Creator is concerned at the delight. He opens his mouth, fingers tightening around his ruby, but then all fades.

Excruciating. That’s the only word to describe his very existence. The very core of him, the molecules that comprise his corporeal form. Eislyn cries out, a shriek of agony, and hands tug him in one direction while hands pull her opposite. He tries, he tries, he tries, but he’s—

He’s bound.

The world goes dark.

He counts another breath—his fourteen thousand, eight hundred, and twenty-first—then opens his eyes. The room is dark at the edges, but overhead is a brilliant light. He squints, though it does no good—it’s still too bright. Painfully so. He draws in a breath that burns and swallows against the agony building in his chest.

Eislyn. They’ve taken her, and he knows not where. He can’t feel her near. It’s too far—too far—too far—too far—and he has never felt such pain in his existence. There has never been such a distance between his dæmon and himself, but now… Now it’s too far, and he’s choking.

A door opens, and he closes his eyes once more. He listens to the footsteps, unsteady and interspersed with a metallic clicking. The sound nears. Despite his best effort to remain still, to remain detached from whatever is happening, he still jolts when something bangs against the glass.

“I know you’re awake, Dream of the Endless.”

He grits his teeth but refuses to open his eyes. The man on the other side pounds on the side of the prison again. Over and over, he beats on the glass and demands Dream’s attention.

“Fine,” the man spits out after one thousand and seventeen breaths. “Be difficult. Just know you will not be getting out of here until you comply. Until you give me what I want.”

Dream never will. But Eislyn…

What have they done to her?

The man is gone when Dream counts his sixteen thousand and five hundredth breath and opens his eyes.

Shivering in the cold air, shocking despite the heat from the overhead lights that burn against his skin, Dream closes his eyes and focuses on the connection thrumming between the two of them. That it remains is a relief, a symbol of hope. Dream fears the moment it vanishes.

Sixteen thousand, seven hundred, thirty-eight.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream of the endless x hob gadling #dream x hob #dreamling #my writing #dreamling bingo #dreamling bingo round 2 #two + two equals four(ever)

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blizzardsuplex · 9 months

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You know I have to ask you for Roddy for blorbo bingo.

I dunno what you're talking about, Drea, what even is a Roderick Strong—

Yeahhhhh bingo!! Explanations under the cut because I'm #extra:

Cinnamon roll, babygirl, swaddling cloth: he's cute okay Blorbo/chew toy: of everyone on this site you'd know how much I constantly make fun of him :P As I said once, ZSJ is too cool and Speedball is too nice, so Roddy gets to bear the brunt of my need to tease my faves Did nothing wrong: Adam Cole stop gaslighting the people that love you challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) Yas queen give us nothing: I said it last night and I'll say it again - everyone telling him to shut tf up and wrestle is the prowres equivalent of "shut up and look pretty" and y'know what? It's justified here Can't keep a plastic plant alive, would fall for MLM: self-explanatory (though I am amused cause apparently when the person behind him went to college for a while he took business LOL) They haunt my dreams: I literally had a dream with him in it 2 days ago and I usually never remember my dreams. I don't recall what it was about...probably a fic idea cause Cole was there too If the creator doesn't kill them I will: It's funny cause it's true :))))

#ask game #this got long...thanks Drea!!!

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mrs-steve-harrington · 7 months

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SONG TAG

Thanks for the tag @midnightisquiet

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people

m - Madonna by Jude Christodal r - Radio Girl by Volbeat s - Sarcasm by Get Scared s - Skin by Sixx:A.M. t - Toxicity by System Of A Down e - Echo by Jason Walker v - Viva Forever by The Spice Girls e - End of Me by A Day To Remember h - Hip To Be Scared by Ice Nine Kills a - Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths r - Riot by Three Days Grace r - Roddy by Djo i - If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin n - Neon Medusa by The Midnight g - Good in Red by The Midnight t - Technicolour by Montaigne o - On My Way (Marry Me) by Jennifer Lopez n - Never Take Me Alive by I WAS THE LION

I have too many letters in my url so I went through my notifications to find a couple extra people than my usuals but didn't quite hit the right about. Still...

Tagging: @stevethehousewife @pterawaters @urisarang @sharkbaitouhaha @tudorgirl @wendydarlingfics @anonym-potato @sasparillalock @snarkfamily @morganbritton132 @dei2dei

#tag game #thanks for tagging me!#midnightisquiet #music

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thealmightyemprex · 2 years

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A look back at 1990's Stephen Kings It

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Its almost October,so lets talk about one of the 90's biggest contributions to horror,the two part miniseries It .I had recently rewatched (PRobabbly third time watching it) and have recently twice watched the excellent documentary Pennywise the Story of It so it is on my mind

Now I am NOT going to talk about the book cause I havent read it ,nor am I going to talk much about the two recent film versions cause I have only seen the first one .This also isnt going to be the typical review I do,cause while I will discuss my oppinions ,more of a ramble about my personal journey with it ,and discussion of its legacy

For those who dont know what It is about,it follows a group of people who defeated a monster 30 years ago ,who have reunited to face it again

Now if you want my oppinion :Its good if a bit uneven .The cast is all pretty settellar from a talented child cast that includes Johnathan Brandis and Seth Green ,to the adult actors which include Annette O Toole ,John Ritter , Harry Anderson,Tim Reid ,and Richard Thomas,the effects are pretty fun,the drama and humor work and its got a great score .Where it falters is the first half is REALLY strong but the second kind of falters ,especially with a bit of a unsatisfying finale ,and some scares wotrk some dnt

However what really makes the movie stand out ,is its villain/secret weapon :Tim Curry as Pennywise the Dancing Clown,the humanoid personification of the monster .Other actors like Roddy McDowall,Alice Cooper,Harvey Fierstine and Malcolm McDowell were considered ,but for reasons I will go into why later ,I think Curry was the best choice

Now the miniseries was a success and usually thats that for a miniseries .....But It has had an afterlife

When I was growing up it was considered one of the SCARIEST movies ever ,it wasnt even seen as a TV thing ,just a scary movie.I also happened upon my dad watching it when I was very young ....Specifically the scene where Pennywise lures then kills Georgie ,the brother of the main character....And it freaked me out

I was actually afraid to watch the movie until Nostalgia Critic did his review of it,and it seems in the 2010's there was kind of a backlash to the movie ,that its not as scary as people thought ,that it was corny and cheesy .Now there seems to be more of a reappraisal after the recent It movies ,with a bit more affection

As for why it has lasted so long I have two answers .One is the story this is tale about not only childhood but looking back on it the good and the bad and what becomes lost in our memory

However the main answer is simple.....Its Tim Currys performance.Put simply he is a perfect boogey man .Curry is a bold dangerous unpredictable performaer ,and instead of being a standar "GRr I'm gonna eat ya " monster.....He is a fun clown ,who is a monster underneath .Its why I am baffled by the backlash of people who say he is TOO goofy:No shit,hes a CLOWN ! The point is he makes you drop your guard cause he is funny and when he grts mean its even scarier ,hes a very unsettling monster ,and I would put Curry's performance up there among the great horror villains

So what do you think of It and why do you think it has lasted over the course of 30 years ?

@ariel-seagull-wings @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @amalthea9 @angelixgutz

#it 1990 #Youtube

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transingthoseformers · 9 months

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SG Soundwave is the first one to befriend Baseline Rodimus after the whole kidnapping thing. Sg Soundwave is helping Rodimus to figure things out SG Shockwave also helps him out. (Baseline Megatron is about ten feet away writing poetry and not paying any attention to the conversation)

Baseline Soundwave is trying to give baseline Megatron a report when he first really meets Baseline Rodimus. And Baseline Rodimus is sitting in Megatron's lap and Soundwave is pissed, one Rodimus took his spot as Megatron's favorite and Rodimus is making it very hard to give Megatron the report. (RIVALS TO LOVERS!!!!)

Baseline Rodimus had no idea why he bothers Baseline Soundwave especially because they both like Baseline Megatron and SG Soundwave.

I'm not sure where to go from here

-FR Anon

Makes perfect sense that SG Soundwave would send himself in, considering his role in the SG decepticons is to keep everyone going and make this horrific war more bearable. Logically, he'd be the one to help people after being captured like this. SG Shockwave comes over because he's a lovely person and also wants to help

Now I'm just imagining baseline Sounders walking over as he usually does with a datapad in hand, cranes his neck down at BL Rodimus who's just right there, and gives him the dirtiest look possible. Like, he's the one people call Megatron's lapdog, he's the faithful friend that's supposed to be at his side at all times, he's the one who's supposed to be close with SG Soundwave that's his counterpart, and he's thinking he has been replaced (he hasn't.) The perfect recipe for rivals to lovers.

From BL Roddie's POV, he has no goddamn idea how he pissed off the BL con TIC but knows he's not exactly allowed to murder him. But if looks could kill then BL Rodimus would be in the grave × 10. So he proceeds to change nothing, as we did call this a rivalry— Roddie deserves to fuck with bl Soundwave's head a little bit too.

Some mecha see this budding feud as a good sign for BL Rodimus's recovery.

#maccadam #transformers #sg soundwave #sg Shockwave #Soundwave #Megatron #rodimus #soundrod #well developing soundrod anyway #fractured reflections au #fr anon

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katb357 · 1 year

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Falling for Hogan’s Heroes

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A/N: Xav and I had such fun with the crossover in the last story that we decided to introduce another Gage character in this one. Johnny’s father Sgt. James Roderick Gage…who is not a canon character. And the child his wife is pregnant with is not Johnny… just in case you’re wondering. Stay tuned for more shenanigans in the next story…

Barracks Two Stalag 13 Hammelburg, Germany Winter 1943

Sergeant James R. Gage, who usually went by Roddy, stared nervously at the door. If it opened and a German came in and he was caught, it could be very bad. He just had this one mission to complete before he would be flown to London and on the way home for a few days of leave. But his plane was shot down and his pilot hadn’t made it. Thankfully, Papa Bear’s operation had gotten to him before the Germans did, but before he could be evacuated, the blizzard hit and the tunnel collapsed. Now he was stuck here. He would kill himself before he let the Germans get hold of him. He had been on the verge of it out there in the woods, but Carter had stopped him. “I really don’t like this,” he muttered.

He was sitting on a lower bunk across from Andrew Carter and Peter Newkirk’s bunk. Carter looked down from his upper bunk. “What’s wrong?”

Gage grimaced. “Just can’t afford to get caught here, that’s all.” He fingered the cyanide pill in his pocket.

“You’re safe here, sergeant.”

“You can’t understand,” Gage growled. Even in the freezing cold of the barracks, he felt like he was stifling.

“Hundreds of pilots have gone through our operation safely. The blizzard is just a minor setback. You’ll be in London before too long.”

Gage pulled his hand out of his pocket, not noticing that the pill slipped out onto the blanket next to him. “I hope you’re right, pal.”

Carter’s sharp eyes picked out the pill immediately. He knew exactly what it was, as he carried one himself, hidden in his jacket. He hopped off his bunk and sat next to Gage, and pointed at the pill. “You won’t need that anytime soon. I can promise you that.”

Gage snatched the pill up and stuck it back in his pocket. “No one’s supposed to see that,” he said hoarsely. “Just forget about it.”

“I won’t say a word. I understand better than you think.” He stood up and sighed. “Just don’t lose hope.”

“What would a white boy like you know about it?” Gage didn’t mean to speak sharply. He was truly curious, and he actually liked Carter. He had an idea that Carter was nothing like the sheriff’s kid who had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

Andrew was used to it. He’d been through it all his life. “I’m half-Norwegian and half-Lakota. I look like my mother’s people, and have the heart of my father’s people.”

“My father is half English, half Choctaw. My mother is full Choctaw.” Roddy sat up on the bunk and leaned against the wall. “I miss home. The crickets chirping and the wind in the trees and the full moon spilling out golden light over the wheat fields.”

“I miss my horses.” Carter shut his eyes, homesickness hitting him hard.

“Those too.” Gage swallowed hard. “My wife is going to have a baby any day now. Maybe already did. Our first. I got leave to be with her. After this mission, I was going to head to London and then home.”

“I am sorry.” There was nothing else to say to that.

Gage shrugged. “It is what it is. I just wish I could get word to her by radio that I’m OK.”

“You’ll be home with her soon. Hopefully the radio will be working soon too.

Gage just nodded and lay back on the bunk, adjusting the pillow under his head. There were other reasons he needed the radio, but he couldn’t tell Carter or anyone else about that.

Carter lay back, thinking. He had already missed one check in. Gage was missing his wife, but he had missed a vital contact. Of course, no one could ever know anything about that.

Gradually, Gage drifted off, dreaming of home. The dream didn’t last long, though. He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Something was niggling at him, some problem he needed to solve.

Finally, it struck him what he needed to do. He got up very quietly and moved over to Carter’s upper bunk. Very carefully, he gave the man’s shoulder a shake.

Carter was awake instantly.

Gage held a finger to his mouth. Then, very quietly, he whispered the code word. If Carter didn’t know it, it would mean nothing to him. If he did… well, then the mission wasn’t a bust after all.

Carter’s eyebrow raised and he whispered back the countersign. He had wondered when Gage came in, but thought it was too much of a coincidence. But apparently, he’d been wrong…

Gage grinned. “We’ll find a way to talk tomorrow,” he whispered. “At least something is going my way now.” Then he went back to bed. He hated being stuck in this barracks, but now his sense of purpose had been renewed.

The next day cabin fever seemed to hit all the occupants of Barracks Two at the same time. There were several arguments throughout the day, and although the men were driving Hogan crazy, the chaos proved to be exactly what Carter and Gage needed as cover for their quiet little talk. Newkirk especially was in high dudgeon and it took Carter no time at all to get him riled up to the point of Peter picking a fight with Olsen.

Carter nodded to Gage and they headed for a relatively peaceful corner of the barracks.

“That was entertaining,” Gage said, glancing back at the chaos. Newkirk was rolling up his sleeves and giving Olsen a dangerous look. “You have a real talent, Carter.” And then he lowered his voice and passed on the message he’d been tasked to deliver.

Andrew memorized the message and the two stepped back into the main area just as the fight spread to the rest of the occupants… and Andrew joined in relishing the opportunity to blow off some steam. He tackled his favorite target, Chaplain Taffy Matthews, who howled with delight and promptly threw Andrew over his shoulder. At 5’2” Taffy was deceptively small, and much stronger than he looked.

Gage watched for a moment, then decided if he couldn’t beat ‘em, he might as well join ‘em. He rolled up his sleeves and got in a wrestling stance. He was tall and skinny as a beanpole, but he was strong and quick and no one had ever beaten him. He picked up the closest soldier and turned him on his head, then turned to face the chaplain. “Not sure you have a prayer against me, preacher man.” He grinned, and the sparkle in his eyes showed he didn’t mean it disparagingly.

Taffy smiled, his green eyes shining. His thick Welsh accent lilted as he invited, “Shall we be findin’ out then me lad?”

Gage circled him, waiting for the moment to make his move. The rest of the men had backed off and were watching. A couple were calling out wagers.

Taffy was calm and watchful, in no hurry.

“Waiting for me to make the first move, I suppose,” Gage observed. “I suppose I can oblige.” He darted forward, keeping a careful watch on Taffy’s movements. His brothers had taught him the importance of observing his opponent and anticipating what he would do. But he didn’t know much about Taffy yet.

Gage quickly found out that Taffy was unpredictable when it came to fighting. He used some Cornish style moves then quickly switched to down and dirty street fighting then to karate and judo moves then back to basic wrestling, and the man was strong with lightning reflexes. While that was a good thing for Taffy, it also meant that Gage had the advantage of size and reach. Taffy took some hard hits just by virtue of the extra reach Gage’s height gave him. Once Gage got a read on Taffy’s style, or lack thereof, the fight got really interesting, because things got serious. They were both in it to win, and though they weren’t out to really injure each other, neither one was willing to concede either.

Finally, they began to slow down purely due to exhaustion, and the fight was declared a draw. Taffy looked through his one good eye, as the other was swelling shut. “You are a fine fighter, lad.” He gingerly stroked his tender jaw.

“Brothers taught me,” Gage said, though speaking hurt at this point. “Good thing they taught me boxing on top of wrestling.” He sank into a chair.

Newkirk grinned. “Taffy here’s got three black belts in the martial arts. Likes to practice on Carter.” Taffy rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Gage pulled up his uniform jacket. “This is the only belt I got,” he said, pointing to the standard military issue uniform belt.

“Newkirk, Sgt. Gage is correct. It’s not something to brag about.”

His forehead wrinkling, Gage shrugged. “No, really. This is the only belt I got.” He glanced toward the window and brightened. “Hey! The snow stopped!” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against his bleeding nose.

Carter grinned. “If we’d have known all it would take was a fight to stop the snow, we could have done it sooner!”

“Think that radio will be fixed soon, Carter?” Gage asked. “I gotta find out if I’m a dad yet, and let Lindy know I’m OK.”

Hogan came out of his office and surveyed the wreckage. “You guys better get this place cleaned up. I figure you’re all cured of your cabin fever by now.” He turned to Kinch. “Do you think you can get the parts for the radio?”

Kinch nodded. “Yeah. We’ll get them in tomorrow and get the radio fixed”

“When do you think I can get to London?” Gage asked. “I gotta get home to Lindy.”

Hogan thought about it. “We’ve got men working on the tunnel. We should have you out of here by the end of the week. It’s the best we can do.”

“I’ll take it.” He got to his feet, the handkerchief still pressed against his nose. “Just let me know how I can help, Colonel.”

Hogan frowned. “Is your nose broken?”

He shrugged. “Could be. Nothin’ new.”

“There’s something else Taffy’s very good at,” Hogan said.

Taffy came over to the pair at Hogan’s nod. “I can fix your nose for you, Sergeant.”

Gage nodded and steeled himself as he lowered the handkerchief. He had learned long ago how to hide his pain behind a stoic mask. The preacher had broken his nose without Gage so much as wincing. He wasn’t going to appear weak now.

Taffy placed his hands on either side of the break and without preamble simply snapped the bones back into place.

Gage drew in a breath and nodded. “Yeah, that’s better. Thanks, preacher man.” It hurt like crazy, but he wasn’t about to let anyone know.

Taffy nodded and moved back to his bunk.

Later that afternoon, Gage sought Taffy out. “Preacher man… would… would you pray with me?”

“Of course, I will. What in particular would you like to pray about?” Taffy thought he knew, but he never made assumptions.

Gage sat across from him. “I haven’t prayed for a long time… not sure I remember how. But my wife Lindy… she’s about to have a baby. Maybe she already did. And she’s never been all that strong. I want to pray for her and the little one. I want to see them, preacher.”

“Did you mean what you just said, from your heart?”

“Yessir.” He tilted his head and his brow wrinkled a bit. “Course I did.”

“God heard you.”

He ducked his head. “I dunno. Mama always said, God don’t listen to sinners.”

“God sent his Son to die for sinners. Why wouldn’t He listen to them?”

“I quit goin’ to church. Quit believin’ when I was in jail for somethin’ I didn’t do. Not sure God has any use for me now.”

“But God didn’t stop believing in you. He never will. Now, I meant it when I said He heard you. You can talk to Him. If you didn’t believe, you wouldn’t want to pray, see?”

He nodded and shrugged. “Not sure what I believe just now. I figured it couldn’t hurt, though. I’d be mighty pleased if you would say a prayer for Lindy, sir.”

“And I’d be pleased to pray for her and the child.” And so Taffy knelt there beside Gage and prayed for the young wife and mother to be. And silently he prayed for the hurting husband and father to be as well.

By the time Taffy was done praying, Gage had tears in his eyes. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep them from escaping. He never cried in front of anyone. “Thanks,” he said huskily, then got up quickly and went to his bunk.

Taffy stood and looked at the activity at the door. The men were digging away the snow with a couple of buckets which immediately led to a snowball fight. Andrew, of course, wanted to build a snowman. Their captivity inside the barracks was over. Life was good again… relatively speaking.

The End

A/N: My version of Carter is that he is one of the Code Talkers sent by the Lakota Nation, (See “Honorable Lies” on FFN). Xav’s creation, Gage, is one of the few WW2 Code Talkers sent by the Choctaw Nation, who were the first Code talkers during WW1. Taffy Matthews is my OC character from my HH stories.

#falling for hogan's heroes #hogan's heroes #andrew carter #robert hogan #oc

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