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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 8 (M) ✖

☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 Word Count: approx. 9.2k Pairings (based on each part): fem reader x haechan x renjun feat. charlotte and sasha Warnings (based on each part): explicit language Preview: “Get out!” You shout standing your ground. “What?!” “Get out of my room!” “This is as much my room as it is yours since I helped you win it when you were oh, I forgot…fucking around with Haechan!” Long gone is the filter you were trying to keep over your mouth. Long gone is the woman who knows how to treat the people she loves. In her place is a spiteful woman who is set on making sure the person insulting her knows exactly what it feels like if not more!

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Needless to say, Charlotte’s knowing smirk as she helps you with your hair tells you everything you need to know. When Haechan, Renjun, and yourself disappeared after the others left the elevator, she knew exactly what she was going to find when she came back up to your room to collect her belongings. Twisted up like a pretzel, the three of you slept soundly with the bed sheet barely covering your torsos. Not knowing that Charlotte and Sasha had entered the room, or we even coming upstairs – you were left to your dreams when Sasha’s yelp of surprise woke Renjun who freaked out making Haechan and yourself sit up in surprise.

Moments passed between the five of you. Renjun apologizing profusely, but the smirk on Haechan’s face made it clear as day he was proud of what had happened. He finally got to be with you in the most intimate way possible. A dream he’s had since his feelings for you developed all those years ago. According to Sasha the three of you had been sleeping for about two hours thanks to Charlotte who suggested to everyone else that it’d be best to let the three of you have some alone time. However, it would’ve been nice of her to at least sent a text saying to make yourselves decent that they were on their way up.

Not only was it embarrassing to be caught in bed with two men by Sasha and Charlotte, but Sasha’s yelp alarmed Jaemin and Jeno who were waiting out in the sitting room – only for them to charge into the bedroom to discover you in Renjun’s arms, the sheet covering your entire body — along with Haechan and Renjun’s lower halves. They were speechless while their eyes went from one person to the next taking in the scene before them. Their stares as if you were a new species has you wondering if at some point you will need to explain what had happened.

“Was it good?” Charlotte teases.

“Really? You’re asking me that?” You snap.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing. Not wanting anyone to know exactly what happened with your tryst with Haechan and Renjun you ended up getting caught after getting yourself fucked to sleep! Exhaustion taking over you the moment you were able to relax. Renjun and Haechan following shortly after. Lord only knows what Sasha thinks, let alone Jaemin and Jeno.

Sliding your shirt over your head you give yourself a once over before turning to leave the bathroom. Sasha and Charlotte agreed to help you clean yourself up per Renjun’s request. Your hands still raw from the ropes on the first day. Having your two besties help you was a hell of a lot less embarrassing than it was with the guys, but still embarrassing since Charlotte snickered at every bruise, hickey, and signs of what happened between the three of you. Now, nice and fresh in a pair of denim capris and a plain white tee you can get some food in you.

When you turn to leave the room, in the doorway standing silent, is Sasha. Twiddling her fingers nervously, a habit she displays when there is something weighing on her mind. Knowing exactly what it is that has her so anxious you approach her carefully.

“Sasha, I’m sorry. You told me to be careful and I went and —"

Holding up her hand she stops you. “What I said was about my experience. It doesn’t equal or compare to what you are going through.”

“Still, you told me how hurt you were. Yet,” you sigh. “I just…I think I’m falling in love with them, Sasha. I’ve never felt so magnetically attracted to two people before. If they were one person —" you shake your head. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

Snorting Sasha wraps a reassuring arm around your waist, “in more ways than one…”

Laughing Charlotte walks into the room a lightness in her steps. “Can’t believe you were up here fucking Renjun AND Haechan,” she cackles. “I mean when we turned around looking for you guys and you weren’t there, I had my suspicions, but to find the three of you snuggled up to each other,” she wipes the tears from her eyes. “That was too good. Almost didn’t want to ruin the moment. By the way,” she holds up her phone. “Totally took a picture for you!” She winks. “Should I send it to you so you can reminisce on this moment in your golden years?”

“What the hell, Charlotte! You took a picture!”

Snatching her phone, you quickly send the picture to yourself, delete the photo permanently then delete the message – making sure there is no way in hell that she can have a copy. Shoving her phone back to her, you stomp your way into the bedroom seeing the bed has since been made. Looking around you expect to find Haechan, Renjun, and the others, but the suite is silent.

“Oh, the guys are gone. Jeno and Jaemin headed out into town to pick up some snacks for our slumber party,” Charlotte brushes past you giving your ass a little smack. “Haechan and Renjun went down to get something to eat and said they’ll bring you up something.” Grabbing your hands gently she starts jumping up and down. “Now come on, DETAILS!” She squeals.

“Charlotte!” Sasha groans. “This is a serious matter.”

Scoffing Charlotte grabs your forearm tugging you into the small living space. Sitting you down on the couch she takes a seat next to you twitching with excitement. Her office crush sleeping with her best friend. Her mind is probably doing a hell of a better job at creating the version of what happened better than the actual version.

“I never thought you had it in you girl! Not one man but two! How were they? Who was better? What is Haechan like in bed? Is he just as insatiable as he looks?” She groans shaking you. “TALK TO ME WOMAN!!!”

“Charlotte!” Sasha shouts. “This is serious! We need to talk about what just happened.”

“Why? She fucked two guys? So what? Not like we haven’t had a threesome before in our pasts. What’s the big deal?”

“She likes them!” Sasha yells.

“Of course she does,” Charlotte looks at the two of you blankly. “Your point? Who wouldn’t like them? Haechan is the wild card and Renjun is Mr. Perfect. Now that you’ve gotten to know them a little and fucked them both, who do you like more? What’s the verdict?”

“For goodness sake’s,” Sasha leans back rubbing her head. “She likes them equally, Charlotte. There is not one person over the other. Equal!”

Charlotte holds your hands in hers, brows knitted together. “Wait…what is she talking about? You can’t possibly be in love with both of them, right?”

“Love,” you sigh. “Love is a strong word, Charlotte…”

Though you already know it to be the word that describes how you’re feeling. How Renjun looked into your eyes after the two of you made love and what Haechan was trying to express while confessing that he hated your past relationships, was love. But you couldn’t possibly tell Charlotte. She wouldn’t understand how you were feeling. Her rant yesterday about people being in a relationship with more than one person the main piece of evidence that she would not support or tolerate your relationship at all — if by a miracle it be that you do get to have your cake and eat it too.

“But you have fallen in love with them. I can see it in your eyes,” she shakes her head. “You can’t be serious. What happened to Renjun? I thought you liked him! I thought he was everything and then some?!”

“I like him a lot! I don’t want to use the L-word because the last time I used that word I ended up getting dumped!” Tears start to come to your eyes. “I like them both Charlotte! Like so much it’s tearing me apart because tomorrow is our last day. Someone could possibly get hurt and if I end up hurting either of them it will kill me! I don’t want to hurt anyone! I know what that’s like far too much, but I can’t see myself picking one over the other. I can’t! I’ll always want the other one too.”

Standing up Charlotte moves away from you. “What are you saying? You want to keep both of them for yourself?! What the hell is wrong with you? What kind of relationship would that be like? What would our co-workers think? Our boss! Your parents! Their parents! Are you still on cloud nine because you had a good fuck from the drought you were in?!”

“A drought?!”

You stand as we’ll rage coursing through your veins. How could she possibly say that? You are best friends! She knew how much Marcus meant to you and how hurt you were. Thinking he was your one and only, only to have the rug ripped out from underneath you. How many tears you cried in front of her and in the privacy of your own room. Your roommate getting so worried she called Charlotte and Sasha begging them to get you out of the house before you made yourself sick.

He was supposed to be the one. Hell! Richard was supposed to be for you too, but no! She showed up looking fine as hell and that was that. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he was attracted to her. Not being interested in him whatsoever you didn’t care. Rarely have you brought up the fact that she in essence ‘stole’ Richard from you — because she is your friend! A friend you thought would never speak to you like this!

A good fuck is a good fuck but to think she has the idea of you being wrapped around their dicks because you weren’t out fucking every guy left and right is beyond absurd!

“Yes! A drought! You’ve been without a man for so damn long that the first two men that show you any type of attention you get wrapped up in your feelings,” she looks at you in disgust. “You had a nice fuck. Now it’s time to get your head out of your ass and think straight! You can’t have them both! That isn’t how life works! You are in a relationship with one person and one person only! That’s it! So, grow the hell up and choose!”

“Get out!” You shout standing your ground.

“What?!”

“Get out of my room!”

“This is as much my room as it is yours since I helped you win it when you were oh, I forgot…fucking around with Haechan!”

Long gone is the filter you were trying to keep over your mouth. Long gone is the woman who knows how to treat the people she loves. In her place is a spiteful woman who is set on making sure the person insulting her knows exactly what it feels like if not more!

“Admit it,” you smirk arms crossing over your chest. “You’re jealous because you can’t fuck Haechan yourself! Ever since you’ve been at the company you’ve harbored feelings for him. Why didn’t you go up to him and ask him out? Charlotte the one in our little trio who acts like she’s some confident badass but she couldn’t even ask the company’s flirt out on a date. Just drooling over a man that you could have had but didn’t have the guts to go after. But since I’ve gone and had him you want all the details despite being a married woman. What, Richard not satisfying you enough? Do you need to fantasize about another man so early on?”

“You bitch!” Charlotte raises her hand to slap you but Sasha steps in grabbing her hand.

“You’ve been pushing me this whole time to try things out! To see what happens! Because you want me to tell you all the sorted details so you can live vicariously through me! You did this Charlotte! You caused all of this! If it wasn’t for you, I would have just spent my weekend happily exploring the lake with Renjun, hanging out with you guys and just relaxing. You’re the one who pushed me to do things!”

Charlotte throws her head back a maniacal laughter emitting from her. “Are you insane? I did this?! How the fuck did I do this?! You’re the one who gave Haechan a hand job on the bus! You’re the one who made out with Renjun. You’re the one who fooled around in the bathroom of this damn hotel with Haechan and Renjun. You’re the one who fooled around with them in the bathroom in the next room and you’re the one who FUCKED BOTH OF THEM! How the fuck did I have anything to do with any of this?!

“Don’t blame me for choices you made on your own! I did not force your hand at all. I did not tell you to fool around with Haechan. You did that all on your own. I told you to talk to Renjun not have your tongue down his throat and I certainly didn’t tell you to fool around in the bathroom while Renjun and I were worried sick and working our asses off to win the suite for you. But according to you, I did all of this. You need to get a reality check!

“You know what,” she waves her hands in the air turning from you and Sasha. “I’m done! When you get your heart broken again don’t come crying to me! I won’t be around to lend you a shoulder to cry on!”

“Charlotte, c’mon…” Sasha rushes over to the entrance of the hallway where Charlotte shoves what she can into her overnight bag. “We need to be here for her, okay? Stop this…”

“No! I’m not going to be here and watch my friend act like a dumbass!”

“She’s not being a dumbass! You’re not giving her a chance to explain herself. So just put your bag down and listen to her…”

“I’m not going to listen to my friend who thinks it’s okay to date two people. It’s gross and disgusting! Hell, hooking up with someone you just met not even a week prior is gross and disgusting now that I think about it!”

“Charlotte…”

Sasha exhales deeply her shoulders slumping forward defeated. There was no getting through to her. Whenever Charlotte would get this angry, all she saw was red. No one, not even Richard would be able to get her to see another side to the story as long as she was a raging bull.

Placing a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder Sasha bends down to her ear. “I’ll meet you down in your room shortly. I have something I need to talk to you about but until then, try to calm down, okay?”

Turning on her heels Charlotte heads for the door ripping it open. “Whatever.” She sneers before disappearing.

The moment Charlotte disappears from your sight everything that just occurred between the two of you comes rushing back. How could you have said that about her? She was in love with Richard. Yes, she has a crush on Haechan but she had a crush on him even before Richard came about. It was his own damn fault that his promiscuity made her not want to take a chance with him. Bouncing from woman to woman trying to charm them didn’t exactly make Haechan the ideal choice at the office.

But the things she said about you…she overstepped by leaps and bounds. It was not stupid to have fallen in love with more than one person. It was not stupid to see that Haechan and Renjun have amazing qualities about themselves that if they were one complete person, they would be your ideal type and the man that you would surrender yourself to. But they are two separate people.

Haechan, from the moment you first talked to him has always been a flirt. He’s always made you roll your eyes or lightly smile in some shape or form. When he would walk up to you like a human peacock, he was always sweet. Granted, now you know why you never got the full experience of Lee Haechan. He has been harboring feelings for you for a long time. Exactly how long, you still don’t know. But long enough to have resented the men that you let into your life. Perhaps the very reason for his mischievous behavior that ever woman in the office has seen, talked about, or witnessed at some point.

His feelings for you growing so much that he actually inserted himself into the friendship you would have mostly gotten from spending time with Renjun.

Desperate is the term you would use to describe him. A desperation for him to make his one and only plead for your heart. With Renjun as his friend he was taking a huge leap of faith. Renjun and Haechan are just as close if not closer than you and Sasha and Charlotte. From the moment Renjun started working at the company, Haechan has been there for him. He’s helped him get accustomed to how things are run — even personally taking him around the office introducing him to people, however, staying clear of yourself, Charlotte, and Sasha, for obvious reasons.

And Renjun, you are still unaware of a lot of things regarding him, but from the moment he walked up to you to when he just fucked you with so much love and passion — there is no denying that he has a kind heart. He’s gentle and thinks of others over himself. What he agreed to let Haechan do this morning most likely took a lot out of him. He probably wants to say he loves you but can’t because it’s far too early. Things could go wrong and having uttered those three words, ‘I love you,’ would make the breakup far worse than if one kept those three words to themselves.

So, for him to even agree to allow Haechan a chance to have his way with you just shows how genuinely kind he is and how strong their bond is.

And you’re supposed to choose between these two men? How?

Tears pour down your face. Exhaustion kicking in. Fatigue from thinking about your relationship with Renjun and Haechan. Fatigue over your fight with Charlotte. Fatigue from the unexpected ‘breakfast’ you received and fatigue from literally not having an ounce of food since you woke up.

The only thing you want to do is crawl back into bed, cry yourself back to sleep and hope that this is just some terrible dream and you never said those things to Charlotte and she never said those things to you.

“Hun…” Sasha gasps rushing to you her arms wrapping around you tightly in a warm embrace. “Look, you know Charlotte,” she tries to calm you. “She’s a hot head. She’ll scream, rage for a little, punch a pillow then realize how stupid she was and apologize.”

Shaking your head, you cling to Sasha for dear life. “No, she won’t. Not after what I said to her. What I said was horrible, Sasha. How could I say those things?”

“Because you were mad, silly. Everyone says shitty things when they’re upset. The only thing that is important is that you realized that what you said was hurtful. Now all you need to do is give her some time to cool off and the two of you can hug it out and get over this little bump in the road.”

“What if she doesn’t f-forgive me? What will I do?”

Silence stretches for what feels like hours between the two of you. In her heart of hearts Sasha knows that the two of you will be friends again, but even she can’t deny the repulsive things the two of you said to each other could be the final straw to break up the trio. Over the years all three of you have had spats but this was a fight. A vicious angry hateful fight. Wrapping her arms around you even tighter she strokes your hair soothingly.

“She’ll forgive you. I know she will…”

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The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Since leaving the suite where you were getting ready for a bath – Sasha and Charlotte taking care of you, the energy between Renjun and Haechan has been buzzing with unfamiliarity and uncertainty. On the way down to Haechan’s room where they decided they would shower and change into some fresh clothes silence settled between them. Jeno and Jaemin trying to talk about everything in the world other than what happened up in the luxury suite.

Not even Jeno and Jaemin could have predicted that the three of you would have wound up in bed together. Sure, having their way with you individually but never ‘together.’

Now that there is no one around to keep the silence at bay, it feels even heavier between the two of them. What in the world happened this morning? Sure, they planned to have had a little fun with you. That’s what the plan was after heading back to Jeno and Jaemin’s room when the small hike was called off. The pictures you sent them stirring something inside both Renjun and Haechan. Something they had felt the whole time they were with you, neither able to put those feelings into action. Well, aside from Haechan, but even then, something or someone got in the way.

The plan was to make you beg for forgiveness and possibly if you were into it, fooling around. Renjun, taking things into his own hands just a few hours ago shocked not only you but Haechan. Never seeing his friend look so desperate in his life made his gut wrench. Renjun had strong feelings for you. Feelings that you seem to reciprocate and the kiss you two shared in the elevator tore his heart in two. Would he be able to handle seeing you happy with his best friend?

On the other side of the elevator, back pressed against the wall, Renjun goes over the events of this morning. This trip he had thought long and hard for those couple of days before you would leave to come to lake ruined by the events that happened. Wanting to talk to you badly he thought of everything you could do. Going on a hike, swimming or fishing at the lake – all to get to know each other better. Since he arrived at the company you’ve been the only person, he’s felt any feelings for. The other women were nice and always treated him respectfully, especially after Haechan’s marvelous introductions – but when he asked about you, Haechan just said he doesn’t talk to you much so he doesn’t know you at all.

The mysterious woman that not even Lee Haechan knew, or so he thought. Scoffing internally everything made sense. Why Haechan didn’t introduce the two of you, why he challenged him to talk to you – he was secretly in love with you from afar. The bet Haechan gave him was because he didn’t think he had the nerve to speak to you. You drawing his name was by pure luck, or perhaps the world putting the two of you together. Saying that this was destined to happen. Or, to cause a rift between Haechan and himself.

Being able to experience the most vulnerable state two people can have together, with you – it was a dream come true to Renjun. How many times he’s thought about talking to you, what it would be like to spend time with you, get to know you; even date you – but there he was, inside you while you cried out for him. It felt surreal.

When Haechan took his turn with you, how you crumbled underneath him, he could never. He was different than Haechan.

The way he man handled you. Talked dirty to you…Renjun knew it would take a long time before he was remotely close to doing anything like that — even so, not without your permission. Glancing up he finds Haechan holding onto the small bag of food they picked up for you while he holds the bag of drinks. You seemed to have enjoyed your time with Haechan a lot, was he the better choice?

“Y-You, uh, think she’ll like this?” Haechan speaks up breaking the silence.

Looking into the bag of drinks, a can of coffee, lemon tea, orange juice, Coca Cola, and water he nods. “I mean we picked out a good variety. I’m sure she’ll like something.”

“Mmm…even after all these years working with her, I felt lost trying to think of what to bring up.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Considering this trip is the most you’ve talked to her, how were you supposed to know?” Renjun asks.

Shrugging Haechan lets out a deep sigh. “Are you mad at me?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know. Ever since we left the room with Jeno and Jaemin you’ve been eerily quiet.”

“We were caught in bed naked, with the same girl! How would you expect for me to act?!”

Laughing Haechan smiles, “elated!”

“You’re a fucking moron sometimes,” Renjun cracks a smile.

“I’m being serious. You can’t tell me that you never fantasized about what it would be like with her. C’mon tell me, was it better in your head or in real life?” He wiggles his brows.

“Well in my fantasy you weren’t part of the equation.” Renjun smirks.

Waving off the small joke, Haechan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah so what was better fantasy or reality?”

“Of course reality!” Renjun’s face starts to redden. “It was better than I could have ever imagined. Hearing her moaning. Seeing her…” his voice trails off embarrassment sweeping in. “Like that,” he clears his throat. “Was amazing.”

“She looked so beautiful,” Haechan smiles softly. “Body glistening in sweat, eyes clouded over from the good fucking we were both giving her. Wish I could see her like that 24/7.”

“I think she and yourself would die if you had sex 24/7. But yeah, I know what you mean.”

“It wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. I mean when we were talking about it everything was in theory. Then you went all Tarzan on her.”

Renjun’s hands go up to cover his face. “I don’t know what in the hell came over me. I just saw her and the only thing I wanted to do was —"

“Fuck her.”

“Honestly, yes. I don’t know if it’s because of what we talked about or the fact that she looked cute with her oversized shirt and shorts and not seeing her yesterday was just as excruciating for me as it was for you but I couldn’t control myself. That’s never happened before.”

“And how was it?”

“Felt amazing…”

Smirking Haechan walks across the elevator to stand next to his friend. “You should try that more often it won’t come as a shocker and you’ll have more control over yourself and you can really make someone come undone before you even slide in to home plate.” He nudges Renjun’s shoulder. “You get it?” He winks playfully.

“Ha ha ha very funny.”

“Seriously though, what the fuck are we going to do when the weekend ends? I mean, it’s not like we can both have her.”

“I don’t know…everything just happened so fast. We barely got a chance to really know her. We just went straight to sex.”

“What if she picks one of us, what is that going to do to our friendship? Would you still want to be friends if she picks me?”

Renjun looks up shocked. Yes. This is what he was afraid of. That somehow despite everything that’s happened. Despite the kindness he’s shown you, you would choose Haechan over him. The moment he saw the two of you sitting together on the bus his heart sank to his stomach. The idea that his friend and the woman he has been crushing on since he came to the company dating! It left a sour taste in his mouth. Could he still manage to be friends with Haechan after putting his heart out to you on a silver platter — only to lose out at the end.

It might sound selfish to say he would not want to be friends after that but could anyone blame him? The prospect of seeing the person you like with someone else — laughing, smiling, kissing, and hugging. That’s pure torture to sit next to them or beside them and appear happy — when your heart is being stepped on again and again.

But to end his friendship with Haechan is something he doesn’t want to do. Haechan’s been his best friend from the moment he walked into the building. Literally striking up a conversation with him on the elevator the first day he arrived. To think that over a woman he would lose someone he considers a brother is unfathomable but here he is — thinking exactly that.

“Would you still want to be friends with me if she chose me over you?” Renjun asks Haechan.

“I’d resent you for a long time.”

Shocking on his saliva Renjun stares at his friend wide-eyed. Not thinking Haechan would be that blunt but then again it is Haechan. He’s never been one for subtlety.

“I may not want to talk to you or hang around you for a while. It might seem childish but a man has his pride, y’know? I’d feel like a third wheel the whole time. Plus, I’ve already lived through the pain of seeing her with other men. If I saw her with you —" he sighs deeply. “I’m sorry but it would hurt too much. It wouldn’t be forever, at least I hope not. Just until I got over her and found someone else.”

“I get it,” Renjun looks down to the floor of the elevator. “I feel the same way.”

“We should have hung out more on this trip,” Haechan jokes. “Because at the end of this it may be a long time before we actually hang out with each other.”

“Y-Yeah…”

The elevator doors open up on the top floor. Both Haechan and Renjun step forward to leave, but what they find has them halting immediately. Charlotte with tears pouring down her cheeks. Nose and eyes red from crying. Her bag barely missing the ground as it sways back and forth in her hand from her wailing. The moment her eyes meet Renjun and Haechan she bursts out into more tears — her bag falling to the floor at her side.

“Ch-Charlotte?!” Renjun rushes forward. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“It’s all your fault!” She glares at Haechan who’s frozen in the elevator. “You’re the one who caused all of this!”

“M-Me?!” He gulps. “What did I do?”

Stepping away from Charlotte and Renjun, Haechan holds up his hands as if to say don’t shoot. The doors start to close and with cat-like reflexes Charlotte trudges forward, grabbing her bag and pushing Haechan farther into the elevator. Trapping him inside. Pressing the button she seals his fate, but with a moments notice he tosses the bag of food he bought for you to Renjun.

“I’ll be up in a second,” he shouts just as the doors close.

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Now inside the elevator with a tear-stained Charlotte, Haechan grows antsy. What did she mean that things were all his fault? He was away from you and the girls while he took a shower, changed, and got you some food. When he left the suite Charlotte was smirking like it was her job. Giving him looks up and down that read ‘can’t believe you did that, you dawg.’ In a sort of sweet way. Now she’s a raging lunatic who is keeping him hostage!

Crossing her arms tightly around her — a self-hug of reassurance or calming — nose and eyes red as a tomato, she keeps her death glare on him. Making the hairs on Haechan’s body stand on end. She was way beyond pissed, but what he did he doesn’t know. Everything was fine, or so he thought.

“Charlotte,” Haechan whispers holding out his hand in a non-threatening manner.

The moment he calls her name the tears stop. Her body goes from cowering to defense mode in a matter of seconds. Dropping her bag to the elevator floor she charges forward stopping the elevator completely. With the wag of her finger, she lets out everything.

“You stupid son of a bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?! Why the fuck would you go and put yourself in your best friend’s relationship?! Huh?! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you want my best friend to end up alone? Are you even capable of maintaining any kind of relationship other than your bromance with Renjun? I mean what were you thinking? When we talked, you said you sort of liked her, not full blown I’m in love with her! Now she has this cockamamie idea that she can be with you both! Like what the fuck is wrong with her?

“That’s so disgusting! Honestly what the three of you did was a little out there but hey, I’m not going to judge someone’s sexual escapades because I’ve had a few of my own. I’m no saint, but the two of you barely know her. A blow job here, a hand job there okay, but SEX?! And not just you but Renjun as well! How the hell did that even happen?!

“Whose bright idea was that? Bet it was yours wasn’t it! Do you hate Renjun? How long have you known that he’s had feelings for her? Are you jealous or something? Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you Lee Haechan?!”

Haechan doesn’t say a word. The explosion of questions and insults hurled his way making his brain shut down. Why was she so angry at him? When he got miffed during the games, she encouraged him to make a choice — was he serious about you or not? Now that he has made a clear choice, she’s angry?

The idea of both Renjun and him having their way with you was a joint decision. On the way back down to the hotel after Renjun’s sulking about wanting to go hiking — you sending them the sexy pictures — Renjun himself said that something needed to be done. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. Hell, just from looking at you topless Haechan was already growing hard, if his best friend liked you half as much as him, he knew he was affected by the picture too.

So, on the way back, Renjun stated loud and clear he did not want Haechan to fuck you before he got a chance. Why he was adamant about this, to this very second Haechan has no clue — but the prospect of still being able to fuck you even if it meant sloppy seconds — a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Proposing the overall idea, yes, was Haechan — Renjun would never have the nerve to speak what he truly wanted out loud so he did it for him.

But why is he alone getting the blame? Should Charlotte not give this speech to Renjun as well? What makes him the devil and Renjun the saint? He did insert himself into your life the first day when he sat next to you on the bus, but sex was the farthest thing on his mind that day.

All he wanted to do was talk to you. See where your mind was at in regards to a relationship because he put his foot in his mouth and kicked himself in the ass when he bet Renjun to talk to you. There was always this subtle sweet nature that Renjun has that makes most people like him — something Haechan had to fight for by being the ‘class clown.’

In no shape or form was he expecting you to flirt with him and well, do everything that was done. Even thinking back to the bus, he starts growing warm from the words you spoke to him. Wanting desperately to have you speak to him the way he spoke to you hours ago. Biting his bottom lip, a smirk comes to his face at the thought.

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“Wh-What?”

“I said are you even listening to what I’m saying? Are you going to take responsibility for what you’ve done?!”

“For what I’ve done? This is a two-way street! Well, more like a fork in the road — I didn’t make her do anything. I never forced her. If she wasn’t into it, I would have said ‘okay, that’s fine,’ and call it a day.”

“You’re such a whore, Haechan! You bounce from one girl to the next like they’re nothing. Now you have your eyes set on MY friend! You aren’t even serious about her! You like her, you’re jealous of Renjun but do you love her?! How long would it even last before you get bored of her and move onto the next person? Hmm?!”

“A whore? Who the fuck are you calling a whore?!” He steps forward making Charlotte back away from him until her back hits the wall of the elevator. “First and foremost, I am not a whore. I flirt, yes! I like attention, yes! Especially, if it’s from beautiful women. I do not sleep with people for the hell of it. I’m not some asshole who only thinks about getting his dick wet.

“Oh, and one more thing, I have been in love with your friend for a hell of a lot longer than Renjun has been working for this company! I get it. He’s nice, kind, charming, and sweet. He’s a true gentleman but there’s a side of him that you don’t know. He’s whiny and sulky and he gets pissed off by the tiniest things — even stopped talking to the guys and I for a couple of days because we teased him about something. It wasn’t even anything big but he got pissed and stopped talking. He also has a tendency to look at people as if they are complete imbeciles. Granted half the time the person probably deserved the look, but still!

“So please before you even think about judging me at least get to know Renjun COMPLETELY! Because he’s not perfect! I’m a dick for interfering yes, but I wasn’t honestly going to do anything on the bus with her except talk. That’s all I wanted. All I’ve ever wanted was to talk to her to make her see that I’m a decent guy and that I love her!”

Charlotte stares up at Haechan her body trembling tears silently pouring down her face. She couldn’t believe what he just said. He loved you? He can’t love someone he doesn’t know. That’s not how love works.

“You don’t love her,” she pushes him away from her. “You think you love her but you don’t.”

“Are you in the business of telling people what to say, think, and feel? Do you know what is going on inside my heart and mind?”

“Both of you are cut from the same fucking cloth,” she reaches over starting the elevator again. “You’re both going to end up alone.”

“Maybe we will but you can’t tell people what they want and how to live their life, Charlotte! Don’t you want her to be happy? What if it isn’t Renjun that will make her the happiest but me?”

Scoffing she rolls her eyes. “What, you’re going to fuck her every day of her life?”

“No. I want to go on dates with her. To have fun with her — no sexual undertones at all, I want to see her laugh and smile and know that it was because of me. To hold her and kiss her. To create memories with her. Then, if she wants to, I’ll fuck her into her next life.”

Snorting Charlotte wipes her tears away. “And what of your friendship with Renjun?”

Shrugging Haechan moves off to the side. “We won’t be friends for a while I guess.”

“Even if you both date her you won’t be friends?”

“Wait, what the —”

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“I’ll talk to Charlotte when I get down to her room. I’m sure once she understands what’s going on she’ll cool off,” Sasha rubs over your back.

Sniffling you shake your head. Nothing is going to work. Charlotte never backs down from something she believes in. She’s stubborn as a mule once she’s set on an idea or belief until it is proven wrong — even then she still believes she right. You thinking about being with both Haechan and Renjun is a ridiculous idea. Through and through. Someone trying to balance not one person but two people in a single relationship sounds crazy. But that’s how you feel deep down inside. In your heart you know you can’t choose one man. That you’d rather be alone than be without Renjun or Haechan.

“She won’t listen,” you sniff pulling away from Sasha. “You know how she is.”

“Yes, I do, but if I tell her my experience —"

“No!! You can’t!” You blurt out scared for Sasha. This is something that she wanted to keep from you as well. A private matter that can change a person’s perspective on someone. If she was worried how you would take it — no doubt she is terrified to tell Charlotte.

“I WILL tell her,” she holds your hands in hers. “She needs to hear from someone who’s been through it. I’m not saying she will give you her blessings. She’ll probably call me an idiot for going through it in the first place but at least she’ll have some form of awareness as to what the relationship is and was like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“You’re my best friend, both of you are my best friends and I don’t want to see you guys at odds. So, yes. I’m willing to tell her.”

Just then the door slams open hitting the wall with a loud bang. Making both you and Sasha jump up. Rushing into the living room Renjun’s eyes are wide with concern, breathing heavily he heads straight to you. Skidding to a stop on his knees he holds your hands in his worried sick.

“Are you okay? What happened? Charlotte was crying and she took Haechan hostage!”

“She took him hostage?!” Tears start springing to your eyes again. “Sa-Sasha~” your lips tremble.

“I’ll go see what’s going on and send you a text later, okay? Renjun take care of her.”

“I will.” He sits down next to you on the couch, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

Sasha grabs her things giving both you and Renjun one final wave before leaving to go to the lion’s den. The moment the door closes behind her Renjun shifts so he can see you properly.

“What the hell is going on? Why is Charlotte so mad at Haechan?”

“We had a fight.” You shrug.

“A fight? About what?”

“The two of you.”

“Is it because of what happened earlier today? Look I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that to you at all. It was sort of a joint idea but I was the one thinking about it mostly but then Haechan —"

Placing your index finger over Renjun’s lips you politely tell him to shut up. When he becomes silent you lower your hand sighing. “Renjun, have you ever been in love before?”

Sitting up straight his body becoming rigid he turns from you. “I, uhhh, well, no?” He peeks over at you. “I mean yes! Wait. Not really, but…yes?” He searches your face for an answer. “With you I feel —"

“Not involving me. In the past have you ever been in love?”

“No.” He says blankly. “Never.”

Nodding you inhale and exhale deeply trying to calm your erratically beating heart. “What would you do if you fell in love with more than one person?”

“First I’d like to know who those people are because I’ve barely liked anyone enough to think about the prospects of love,” he chuckles. “Y-You’re the first person I’ve truly felt strong feelings for,” he rubs his thumbs over your hands gingerly. “Why are you asking?”

“I just found out that a friend of mine liked someone a lot, they were in love with them. The person they were in love with loved them back but then ended up loving someone else too. Their love for my friend didn’t fade but they wanted to be open and honest and say that they loved someone else too.

“My friend went along with it because they truly were in love and everything seemed fine until the third party wanted to bring in a fourth party. That’s when my friend said they needed to leave and ended up losing not one but two people they truly loved.”

“That’s, umm, I’m not sure if I understand completely. They were in love with someone?” You nod. “Then the person they were in love with loved someone else?” Again, you nod. “But they still dated the person? Sounds like a weird way for a cheater to have their cake and eat it too,” he chuckles nervously.

“My friend said they were in a polyamorous relationship.”

“Poly what?”

“A relationship where you know from the beginning there is going to be more than one person involved.”

“Oh,” he shifts in his seat looking his body looking uncomfortable. “Wow… I’ve never heard of that. And your friend was happy?”

Nodding you smile gently. “They said they ended up liking the person their original lover brought in. Also, with not many clues, I’m sure the sex was amazing too.” You wink towards Renjun who laughs.

“Wait! Was it Charlotte?! Is that why she was crying?”

“Hell no! Charlotte says that type of relationship is stupid and anyone thinking about it is stupid. I got mad because she doesn’t know what my friend went through and was disrespecting them and she sort of brought up you and Haechan. Renjun,” tears start to fall onto your cheeks. “I said such terrible things to her. I don’t know how she’ll ever forgive me. I was just so angry. I didn’t see anything but red. What am I going to do? She’s my best friend.”

Wrapping you in a tight embrace Renjun rocks you back and forth in his arms. “Everything will be fine. The two of you are best friends like you said. You think Haechan and I haven’t fought? We fight every other day it seems,” he tries to make you laugh but all you do is cry harder. “Things will work out in the end. I know they will.”

Pulling away from him you cry harder. “No, it won’t. We were both horrible to each other. Sh-She hates me now. I know she does! She told me not to come crying to her when I end up with a broken heart. Why would she say that if she didn’t mean it?”

“Because she was angry,” he wipes away your tears. “You are a beautiful, smart, and wonderful person. Anyone would kill to be friends with you, but you know as well as I do that people say terrible things when they’re angry. That doesn’t mean the friendship is over. It just means you’re going to need to work hard to put it back together.”

“I miss her already…”

“Watch, by the time we leave the two of you will be thick as thieves again.”

The door is thrown open loudly scaring you for the second time today. Rushing into the room the same manner that Renjun came in, Haechan’s eyes are wild. Hair disheveled he ignores Renjun’s questions of how Charlotte is doing — kneels in front of you grabbing your hands from Renjun’s into his own.

“Tell me with your own words. Do you love both of us?”

Fear passes through you like an apparition in a haunted mansion. Charlotte was that pissed that she blabbed everything to Haechan?! How could she do this?! Why would she do this?! She knows how long it’s been for you to give anyone a chance. Love is something that is precious to you. A word that shouldn’t be used unless you 100% mean it. And yet…

“Tell me!” Haechan shouts startling you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Renjun slides his arm around your waist keeping you close to him. “Can’t you see she’s upset?”

“Yes. I’m not blind, Renjun.”

“Well then why the hell are you yelling at her and making her feel worse?”

“Because Charlotte just told me she loves us both and wants to be with both of us!” He shouts then turns to you. “Is that true? Do you love us both? Do you want to be with both of us?”

Renjun’s body grows stiff next to you. Your blood chilling by the look in his eyes. The love and admiration he was looking at you with just seconds ago is already fading off into the distance. Why did Charlotte have to tell Haechan? Why couldn’t you have broken the news to him and Renjun yourself? Does she hate you so much now that she would do this on purpose?

“I-Is this tr-true?” Renjun gulps.

“I, I…” your lips start trembling.

Your eyes go back and forth from Haechan to Renjun and back to Haechan. How are you supposed to tell two men you barely know that you love them? Yes, you do. Your gut knows you do. Your brain and heart know that you do as well, but verbally saying those three, well four words is not a step you want to take right now.

“I…”

Sighing Renjun stands up holding out his hand. “Why don’t you get some more rest. You’ve been through a lot this morning. We brought up something for you to eat and drink,” he grabs the bags. “Come on,” he smiles softly. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Haechan stares up at him with furrowed brows. “I asked her a question.” He presses.

“And she’ll answer us later.” Renjun glares. “Now come on,” he takes your hand into his. “Go eat, get some sleep and we’ll talk about everything when you wake up.”

“A-Are you sure?” You ask as he leads you to the bedroom.

“We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be here to talk when you wake up. Now eat up.” He gives your bottom a light slap as you enter the bedroom. “If you need anything just call for one of us, okay?”

Nodding you say thank you and he closes the door. Outside in the living room Haechan is two seconds from blowing up. Stomping over to Renjun he’s stopped immediately.

“Outside,” he points to the balcony.

Rolling his eyes, Haechan walks along-side Renjun to the balcony that you’ve neglected since you got to the hotel. Keeping the door ajar in case you call for them, Haechan and Renjun take a seat on the two chairs that surround a small table big enough for someone to eat their breakfast on.

“Explain,” Renjun sighs. “What’s up with this love business?”

“Charlotte told me that she likes not only you but me as well. Granted, she said love but until I hear it from her, I’ll only believe that she likes us. Charlotte also called me a whore amongst other things,” he growls. “But then she tells me that she not only likes us but wants to be with both of us. Like in a relationship. She ranted for another five minutes while the elevator went down to her floor.”

“So, she likes us?” Renjun smiles quickly before it vanishes. “That’s why she asked me that question,” he rubs his temples. “How did I not see this coming?”

“What question?”

“She asked me if I’ve ever been in love before and what I would do if I loved more than one person.”

Slumping in his chair Haechan runs a hand through his locks peering down at the lake. “We fucked up this relationship with her. I should have told her how I felt a long time ago. I should have also controlled myself on the bus and thereafter. I’m also sorry for betting you to talk to her. It was childish and I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“I’m no better,” Renjun mocks Haechan’s pose. “I hated how it seemed like you were looking down on me. I know you weren’t really and you were just joshing me but I hate to admit it, because of you, this has been one hell of a weekend. This morning was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Agreed,” Haechan laughs.

Silence starts to settle in between them. The elevator discussion weighing heavily on their minds. What if at the end of this one of them will end up alone. To think about you with the other has both of their hearts sinking to the pit of their stomachs. Glancing over at Renjun whose eyes are staring straight at Haechan a question hanging in the air that both are too afraid to ask the other.

Gulping Haechan sits up straight. After hearing everything from Charlotte a small speck of hope started to blossom in his chest. This was it. His way in to being with you. Not the ideal way but still, at the end of the day he could call you his. He could be with you and do everything he’s always wanted to do and then some. But then there is Renjun. What if he doesn’t want that kind of relationship. What if he wants you all to himself? Would you turn away from him to be with Renjun instead?

Breaking the silence Renjun shifts in his seat. “What if she does want to be with both of us?” He asks the question that’s been hanging between them. “How would you feel about that?”

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gayforjuza · 1 year

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A3 Choose Your Own Adventure

Episode 4

You sit in a surprisingly comfortable silence for a while, watching Omi cook. He doesn't seem to mind you being there at all, in fact he smiles kindly at you when the two of you accidentally make eye contact. However, you notice the slightest frown on his face just for a split second as he turns back to the stove. Maybe he is upset about you being here after all?

"Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?" You ask. Omi turns back around and looks at you for a second before he hesitantly answers your question.

"You could go gather everyone up for dinner, if that's okay with you?" he says. Huh? YOU? Go gather up all these strangers??? Well, maybe they're all just as nice as the people you've met thus far. It shouldn't be too hard.

"Yeah, I think I can manage that. I don't know where anyone is though, is there a good place I should start?"

"I think spring troupe should be finishing up their practice if you wanted to start there. That's where the director should be too."

"Alright, um, can you remind me where the practice room is?"

"Oh, right, of course. Um, the practice room is back out that door you came in through, then take a left through the next door, then it'll be on your left."

"Thanks, I'll get started then." You get up and head to the door, ignoring your worries about meeting all these strangers. Also ignoring the questions you have, such as what is a spring troupe?

Luckily you don't pass by anyone in the halls, but you do see some people in the courtyard. They're a ways away from you so you quickly walk past in hopes that they don't notice you.

You find the practice room easily enough, knocking on the door and pushing it open, apologizing for the intrusion as you do so. When you look into the room you see seven people, Izumi being one of them. A person with red hair smiles at you and it seems they're about to say something before the person beside them, a taller person with green hair, elbows them in the side.

"Oh! Everyone, I forgot to mention, we have a guest for dinner tonight. They were outside in the rain, so I invited them in to warm up!" Izumi explains.

"Classic director." Someone else replies.

"Right, um, Omi told me to start rounding everyone up for dinner." You awkwardly say, looking more towards the floor than anything else.

"Omi said that? Well, I'll help you! I think some of the guys are still out playing in the courtyard, we should get them inside and dried off so they dont catch colds!" Izumi says. Right, those guys in the courtyard. You nod and head back outside.

Izumi rounds up the people in the courtyard while you stand to the side, staying dry out of the rain. After they all head in Izumi asks you where you'd like to check next.

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cubedmango · 7 months

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Just had to get this off my chest but I just rewatched episode 12 and when I tell you the tears would NOT stop flowing like I have the nastiest headache right now I can’t believe myself?? There’s just. There was so much going on there like the fact that I realised I actually like tsuge and his character like his friendship with adachi is so solid and I realised that the conversation he had with him in the cafe, was exactly what he kinda should have had with kurosawa? (Like yeah they do eventually on the rooftop) but like that reassurance that the magic wasn’t what would make their relationship stable it was them actually just communicating with each other and getting to learn abt e/o that way, mistakes included like OOF I thought it was really nice cause it had the romantic aspect with him and kurosawa, but also him realising that it applies for any relationship including his friendships with people too I just. Man I love how they placed so much importance and value on all kinds of relationships with people you come across in life :( AND THEN the rooftop scene oh jeez,,, something funny I always wondered about was how long adachi was riding that bike cause we went from broad daylight to nighttime but ANYWAY can I just say hearing kurosawa say ‘adachi?’ In that soft, unsure voice as though he couldn’t believe his eyes felt like m*rder I had to pause and collect myself . also can I just say I forgot. How tender that entire scene is like that’s when I truly broke down because Are They Insane. What do you mean they have an entire conversation with kurosawa literally cradling the back of adachi’s head and there’s a moment there where he re-adjusts his hand and closes his eyes to breathe and naina I- I’m losing my mind why,, why did they have to invent gentle intimacy like that WHY? Okay lemme stop myself because I’m realising I could talk about that scene for 10 hours straight but can we seriously focus on the fact that even though they literally broke up kurosawa was ready to essentially propose if adachi somehow still showed up for their date. Like the levels to that make my head spin and i’m not even gonna touch on the fact that adachi immediately starts crying after that cause I will lay down and never get up like it probably set in again that the love kurosawa has for him is unconditional and like he just mentioned that he couldn’t possibly fathom anyone else having his heart apart from adachi like oh…. I’m so sorry this is unbelievably long but lastly I just wanna say that I know for sure they were called in the next day after kissing in the lift for a meeting with hr

1) do not apologize ever . actually u should send me more of these i need to read all of them ur thoughts are like tasty treats for my brain

2) honestly i thought i had nothing to add but actually i remembered a detail ive seen literally no one talk about that makes me so insane . so u remember how tsuge mentions that minato heard from rokkaku about krdc being off at work and thats why tsuge came to talk to adachi and ultimately gave him the push to go see kurosawa. Like?? rokkaku being that worried about his seniors who he cares about So Much is the One Single Reason krdc even met again that day .???? and then him and fujisaki doing their own fireworks show just to maybe make "someone feel happier" ouughghfgghhh ,, ,. rokkaku ultimate protector of the gays i love he.........

3) also tiny detail during the bit where adachi says he regrets it and hes being all self-deprecating and u can See kurosawa shaking his head not wanting adachi to talk about himself like that. whhwt .. why. who thought. w. hey ?? did they think about me?????? when they wrote that????????? Huh??????????????????????

4) why would u remind me of the head cradle i feel sick i .. i have to watch the scene 10 times again excuse me

5) again. the fact that kurosawa considered an Actual Miracle that adachi would show up and probably believed it wouldnt happen but he bought the pens anyway . and he knew adachi would be too embarrassed about rings. head in hands i cannot , fucking do this this show makes me so Unwell!!!!! Its Fucked UP !!!!!!!!!

#also the hr thing hellpdfkdfjk imagine krdc being called in and told ''look ur business is ur business but pls remember office cctv exists''#arrgghghhg ep12 truly one of the finales in a drama ever . literally perfection i think #(ignore the fact that i made up a whole au where it doesnt happen and everything is 100 times more painful . sometimes i get masochistic)#my answer

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sunny6677 · 10 months

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Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 4: Back Home.

TWS: TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, ABUSE IMPLICATIONS, VOMIT, EMETOPHOBIA, BUG MENTIONS.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Already, Pump had left.

After Skid had thrown up, Pump had left. For it was already getting late, and Skid's mother had assumed him to most likely just be not feeling well. Skid didn't really want to see Pump go so soon, but he was feeling too ill to really plead for him to stay longer. Before Pump had left though, Skid could have sworn he saw a glimmer of fear in his mother's eyes. His mother told Pump to not talk to anyone he didn't know, despite Skid not exactly remembering her telling Pump that the previous times he came over to visit.

Skid was a little dissapointed. He knew he could easily just hang out with Pump tomorrow—but he was a little sad about him having to leave so early despite them finally reuniting. But there was nothing to be done. Pain ached in the back of his throat, and his eyes felt as if they were going to burst with water. He was disgusted with himself. He repeatedly apologized for vomiting to both his mother and Pump, but his mother reassured him that it was okay. Ashamed was he. But his mother seemed oddly.. confused whenever he apologized for vomiting before her and Pump. Even if she didn't say it directly, he could tell by the expression on her face that she was a little puzzled. Perhaps because the previous times he had thrown up, he had never apologized like that?

All he knew was that he really didn't know what to think.

As of now, he was laying on the couch helplessly with his mother sitting beside him. Pump was gone by now. Skid was laying his head on the cushion of the couch—looking at the screen that was now paused. He clinged to the cushions as his mother rubbed his head softly. He felt her gaze upon him. He still felt ashamed for what had happened, and guilt was running endlessly in his mind.

Skid let out a shaky breath. "..m—mom..?"

His mother arched a brow, making a humming noise as if to signal that she was listening.

"..I'm sorry.." He weakly said again.

His mother only continued to arch her brows, looking down at him with a gaze of maternal worry. "Son, I told you that there was no need to be sorry. Why do you keep apologizing?"

Skid didn't have a clear answer. The only thing he could do was meekly say back, "..I don't know."

His mother went silent for a moment, as if in thought. Then, she spoke again. "Let's just get you to bed, okay? You're probably already tired enough from everything that happened today.."

Silently, Skid nodded in agreement.

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Skid hadn't done his normal night routine in so long that he nearly forgot how to do it.

It wasn't that there weren't memories of his former routine lingering back in his mind. But he had grown so used to the man's way of living that he never thought he'd have to carry out his usual routine again.

Even so, he was relieved. He never felt so happy to carry out a night routine in his life before. Though maybe what had happened with the vomit from earlier was keeping him from expressing any sort of excitement.

He had bathed properly, for the first time in a while. For finally, he didn't have to use some alternative way of doing it. And he didn't have to worry about the man possibly getting angry with him for no valid reason. Or possibly surprisingly not getting angry. The man had so many mood swings that he never knew when he was going to get mad or not. But he feared when he would get angry, so he always remained prepared. He was relieved he wasn't even in that house anymore. He still couldn't believe that a few hours ago he had been in that man's house still, and now he was here. Skid listened for a moment. The only sounds he heard were the sounds of the water running. No loud muffled screaming or the sounds of distant bugs whatsoever.

Somehow, it felt wrong.

Even so, once he had finished bathing, he began brushing into his teeth. And managed to change into some clothes that he hadn't worn in a while. It was just his normal striped pajamas. They felt more cozy then he remembered them being. And he didn't know why, but they seemed oddly bigger on him than the last time he remembered wearing them. He didn't mind though. It was just comfy to wear.

He brushed and brushed at his teeth, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Skid still couldn't really believe he looked like.. that. He recalled having better hair than that, and he certainly didn't recall having that pale of skin. He didn't even recall having eyebags either. And even if he knew why they were all there, he still felt somewhat self conscious of it. He really had been there for a year.

He listened again for any sounds once he finished brushing his teeth. He heard nothing but the sounds of the water running, and the sound of his own toothbrush lightly being placed down by his own hand. He didn't hear the sound of ocean waves, and he didn't hear the sound of something randomly shattering.

Somehow, it felt wrong.

He tried to brush his hair by himself, but.. he didn't exactly succeed. Even if he had dried his hair by now, he forgot to actually brush it. Did he also gain a bad memory from being gone for so long? He had no idea. All he knew was that it was certainly going to be a pain. He tried to brush his now dry but still somewhat ragged hair. He felt pain in the tendrils of his hair, and he let out weak sounds of agony. But he tried not to make too much noise. He didn't want to alarm his mother or anything. Not more than he had already.

Even so, his mother somehow heard him, and walked in. She asked if he needed help. And he said no, despite his struggling. But even with his decline, she could clearly see that he needed it. And somehow with enough convincing, Skid decided that maybe he did need help with brushing his hair after all. So he let her do it instead. Of course, it still hurt. It ached, it felt like his hair was being ripped apart piece by piece. Yet it was not. His mother repeatedly apologized, and he tried to say that it was fine. But he couldn't exactly do it through his sounds of pain.

Eventually, she managed to successfully do it. And his hair now felt like it didn't have constant knots in it. His hair was in the clean bowl cut it used to be in again. No loose hairs, nothing ragged, just his normal old hair.

He smiled, now a little more relieved about how he looked. His mother said something—but he couldn't exactly hear her, for he was too focused on how happy he felt. He did know that he could at least make out that she said she would wish him a good night before he went to sleep though. So he felt happy about that too.

This time, he only focused on the sounds around him without meaning to. He heard nothing much. Only the sounds of his mother's footsteps growing a little distant(for she was going somewhere else in the house), and the sounds of the air conditioning. No clattering of plates, no sounds of bugs scattering across the floor.

And yet somehow, it felt wrong.

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Finally, it was time for him to sleep.

Skid was back in his actual bedroom. The bedroom that belonged to him, the bedroom that was actually his. The bedroom that he actually wanted to sleep in. He grinned happily whenever he saw the sight of his own bed, and he could sense that his mother was smiling too. Skid couldn't help but try to rush foward to his bed—but he then nearly fell flat on his face. Out of his own excitement, he forgot about his weak state.

"Sk—Skid, are you okay?" His mother inquired. She had managed to support him before he could actually fall on the ground, so he luckily didn't manage to scrape his face the first day of being back home. Skid only grunted—but he smiled nervously in response. He could only say, "..y—yeah. I'm fine."

Skid then slowly began to walk toward the bed with the physical support of his mother, and she slowly put him on the bed. He practically buried himself in his blankets. He even thought about literally hugging his pillow the moment he set his head on it. His mother was leaning down beside the bed, smiling at the sight of his happiness. Skid was glad to see her. A part of Skids own anxiety kept insisting that maybe this really was a dream. That it seemed too good to be true.

It felt so real though. So why was his mind so anxious about the possibility of it not being real?

His mother ran her fingers through his hair as he shut his eyes in sleepy happiness. She, who was his true parental figure. She, who was his mother. She looked down at him and said gently, "Good night, son. I'll see you in the morning, okay? Let me know if you feel sick again."

Ah.. that was right. Skid hadn't exactly told his mother that he had probably thrown up due to the donuts out of his own concern that she'd be more worried than she already was. Even so, Skid slowly nodded. "Yeah.. okay.. night, mom." He smiled softly.

His mother then turned off the lamp that was beside his bed. And she began to exit the room. A part of him wanted her to stay, for irrationally, he feared that someone would come in the night and take him away again. But he knew that wasn't gonna happen, so why did he fear it?

The only reason he didn't say a word was because he didn't want to make his mother more exhausted.

With a hesitant sigh, he yawned. He then shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of crickets from outside. Listening to the sounds of cars driving by from outside.

And slowly, he succumbed to slumber, hoping tomorrow he wouldn't wake up and find that it was all a dream.

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There was a sound of ringing.

"Hello-ween?"

"J—Jaune.. he.. he's back."

"..what?"

"My—my son.. they found him. He's back."

"Wh—What?! Are you serious, girl? They—they found him?!"

"Yeah.. he's sleeping right now, so I'm trying to be quiet. I think they arrested that bastard who took him away.. but—"

"Ho—Hold on.. are you saying someone.. kidnapped him? Was that why he was gone for so long?!"

"...yes. They told me that they found him in some burning house with some guy."

"..oh, shit. Lila, girl.. I'm sorry. Do you think he's gonna be okay? Yo—You know.. Skid."

"I—I'm not sure. He threw up earlier whenever his friend came over to check if he was back again.. he kept saying sorry over and over again too."

"Wh—What? Oh, geez.. maybe just try and be more gentle with him?"

"I have been, Jaune..."

...

"Well.. I'm just glad they found him. And I'm glad you have your son back, girl. Maybe tomorrow you can take him out to get some ice-cream or something. It'd probably make him feel better."

"...okay. I'll see if I can take him out tomorrow to get some.. bye, Jaune."

"Bye, girl. Get yourself some sleep, okay?"

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I'm sorry I just really like writing this fic kehdhene

#spooky month #read the tws #spooky month au #skid spooky month #skid and pump #pump and skid #pump spooky month #lila spooky month #jaune spooky month #flames spooky month

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The Tree of Legacy - Chapter 4

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“Where were you?!” Zelda and Claus had found the Professor deep in the book that was thrown at him. “How did you even get here so fast?”

Link just blinks up at the two, ‘I don’t know?’ While he couldn’t really say anything about what he was doing. He genuinely had no idea how he even escaped to the library, since he was right inbetween the two before the whole thing happened.

“You…” Claus closed his eyes to take a deep breath, as something came to mind for him. “Did it happen again?” He didn’t look annoyed just… tired. Guilt couldn’t begin to describe what Link was feeling at the moment.

‘I think? It was a bit different this time.’

“The fact that this happened more than once is new to me.” Zelda cuts in, also very much done with this night. “Do I want to know?”

‘It was back when we were kids,’ Link lied but they didn't need to know that part. ‘I’m sorry for scaring you two.’ He should probably tell Zelda about these times at a later date.

“It’s… fine we know you can’t control it.” Claus seemed to silently resign to the fact that this couldn’t be helped nor stopped. “Let’s get back to the festival.” He holds out his hand for Link to take. There was a slight hesitation but Link still takes it. Honestly the feastival wasn’t something he really wanted to focus on right now. Even with the bright lights, music, and happy atmosphere.

A somber howl of a wolf rings out. There’s a deep feeling in his brain that reaches in the back of his mind that the call was an apology. Which was not something Link really wanted to dig into at the moment. Since he knows that the Champion of the Wild had a wolf companion. There were also two other heroes that were said to be wolf-like.

Link really didn’t want to think of anything actually right now, sadly he needs his brain to function.

“Professor! Hello!” The familiar call of one of his students rings out. Link looks up from the floor to see Aryll waving. Next to her were two of her brothers, which made the teacher pause for a second.

He wasn’t worried about seeing his old classmate again. It’s the awkward atmosphere that Link couldn’t really get over. One glance over, the seasoned adventurer tells all. Cedar has been good, he has been safe. Though he was still wearing his gear so he must have come back home. Iris, the other brother in question, was already speaking to Zelda. Link couldn’t really tell what those two were talking about. Something about testing and ancient tech. Maybe about the time shift stone? Link wouldn’t know.

So it wouldn’t hurt to just… ignore the hynox in the room for now. ‘What are you doing here?’ Link asks Aryll as the museum while it’s open for the public still, not many people come in during festival day.

This question made Aryll beam. “Kuresa planned for all of us to meet here!” She then grabs on to Cedar’s arm “my brother just got back with Zephyr and is meeting Indigo and Jasper here too.”

“It’s a good thing we came here too.” Cedar finally spoke up looking at Link. “Can we talk?” He gestures to the door to the outside.

And…. There was the pit in Link’s stomach.

The professor looks at Claus who shrugs. ‘Ok.’ Link looked a bit too defeated as he followed Cedar outside.

Link forgot how cold it was out at night. It was quiet too. “You’re getting anxious.” A sigh left Cedar’s body as he leaned against the museum's wall. Link walks to where the Adventurer was and copies his pose slightly. Back on the cobblestone looking out on the small garden. “It is nice to see you again. I was… well we both- me and Marina have been wondering about how you were keeping up. Nota and Meli too…”

Link didn’t really know what to say, it’s a conversation he absolutely dreads having. It’s the main reason why he hadn’t spoken to anyone. How was he supposed to hold up after what happened? Link shakes his head ignoring the thoughts. ‘I have been fine. My mom has been fine. It’s as peaceful as it can be.’

“Nothing has changed then.” Cedar nods as he stares out in the distance thinking about his next words. Slowly the sound of crickets fill the space between them, broken only by the leaves dancing in the wind. “There is an increase in monsters.” Cedar was blunt in the end. “We were near Terry Town by the old Citadel to check on some ruins. There was a Lynel there. We were able to defeat it as it was just the one. However there’s more.” He takes a break and finally looks at Link. “The moon is turning pink.”

‘What?’ Link’s eyes widen and that seems to confirm something to Cedar.

“The lab in Dueling Peaks, we headed there to pick up some documents before coming back to Castle Town. We got the summary because the Adventuring Guild needed to know as well as the Queen and the Lab here.” Cedar crossed his arms and studied Link for a second. “You don’t seem that surprised. I can’t tell if you knew about this or if this has happened before.”

This felt like a trapped Link knew what Cedar wanted him to say but there was a consequence to this action. ‘Yes. It has happened before.’ It was part of the truth. Link shouldn’t have to say that there is currently a need for a Hero of Courage. Cedar doesn’t need to know.

“Then. I would like to take Aryll out of your class.” Cedar finally says letting his arms fall to his side. “It’s not because you're her teacher. But if my sister is in danger. I rather her be as far away from the castle as possible. The Castle couldn’t protect your dad. How could it protect her?”

There wasn’t any denial. Link knows this himself that it's the most logical thing to do, however ‘she isn’t going to like this decision.’ Link warns his old friend as he would hate to see this family get strained. ‘She and the others in her class are going to fight this as soon as they hear about it.’

“I know.” There never was a more defeated look on Cedar’s face, it was so foreign and showed how long he had probably been thinking about this. “But I am prepared to be the bad guy if that's what gets her to safety. I cant lose her.”

‘What about Indigo and Jasper. They live in Mabe. If Hyrule Castle goes down then the towns outside on Hyrule field will be the first to fall.’ Link doesn’t understand why there was a rush on these things now. However, he also knew Cedar wouldn’t have a good reason.

“They have a plan to get out when I give the word. Unfortunately because the information is still new I am not sure how bad it will get. I just want to prepare for the worst.” Cedar reaches out and pats Link on the arm “I am just warning you. Since I heard Claus has been going out a lot more on field missions. Also because when we have the official meeting you can have the full context.”

And like that Cedar went back inside.

Leaving Link with another headache. There was too much to think about. Not enough time to think about all these things.

“Link?” Claus pokes his head out “are you doing ok?” Link could only shrug and wander over to the opening. “Zelda is still discussing things with Iris. Apparently she is trying to get him and Vita to come into the lab tomorrow.” With a slight bonk, the Professor walks straight into Claus and leaning into him.

‘My head hurts.’ Link holds up his hand so Claus can read his sign. ‘I am fine though.’

Claus pats Link’s hair “ok we can head back if you want. Just hold on my hand ok? We don’t want you to space out again.”

‘I’m not going to wander off again.’ Link points out as he hasn’t done it for a while now. ‘Let’s wait for Zelda and try to enjoy the festival.’

“If you want.” It was clear that the enjoyment from the festival wasn’t going to reach the trio. The melancholic atmosphere had already been settled and there wasn’t much to disperse it.

The door swings open with Zelda heading out, she was surprised to see the duo right there in front. “Oh! Good. You didn’t go far.” Zelda linked her arm around Links and pulled him forward to keep walking. “Come on! The night is still young and I don’t want to think anymore.” Suddenly and without complaint Link was trapped between Claus and Zelda. He could agree that tonight he just wanted to shut his brain off.

That’s if he could in the first part. His mind keeps wandering back to the book the Hero of Time led him to in the museum. Link took it with him, but he couldn’t help but to think that he knew what the answer he was looking for was.

Memories are sparks of color in his mind’s eye. What also sparks up still is Link’s brain as he has started to rack his brain about this only partly paying attention. But it’s fine. He is safe. Zelda has a death hold and Claus is glue to his side.

He will be safe tonight. Safe and slightly distracted with the festivities.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #legend of zelda #legend of zelda fanfic #legend of zelda link #legend of zelda oc #matcha tea

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Body on Fire - A Perjasico Fanfic (Part 5)

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Feelings of uneasiness were certainly not a stranger to demigods, but the type of uneasiness Jason was feeling was like no other he had experienced before. This wasn't like the times where the hair would stand up on the back of his neck when monsters were near, or when he had woken up from a bad dream and cold sweat was dripping down his face—no, this anxiety was something entirely different. The alpha had stuck around long enough to observe the difference between his and Percy's approach when caring for a heat-ridden omega, and seeing how Percy handled the situation made him feel...Well, it made him feel insecure, to say the least.

Not being able to get an omega to orgasm was one thing (and enough to do some damage to his ego), but what hurt the most was seeing Nico's obvious preference for Percy out of the two of them. Jason certainly didn't miss the way Nico's attention was focused on Percy when Jason was supposed to be the one between his legs. To make matters worse, it wasn't like he could just go back to his own cabin since it was somehow pre-decided that was where everyone would be spending the night. Plus, Jason didn't want to risk the shame of walking in on the two of them in case Percy and Nico were up for round three.

Sighing loudly, Jason held his head in his hands as he leaned against the starboard rail. Since there was no point in going back, he was pretty much stuck until morning. Who needed sleep anyway? Sure, he could've swapped rooms entirely and crashed in Percy's cabin, but did he really want to set off a borderline feud between two alphas already trying to share a single omega? He didn't think so. Jason rested his chin on his folded elbows as he watched the horizon slowly becoming lighter and lighter. He would apologize for getting so irritated with his best friend and try to make it up to Nico somehow when morning came, but for right now, Jason had to accept that there wasn't a whole lot he could do.

In the meantime, the alpha tried to focus on the positive side of things. For one, Nico did make some pretty sounds when he came, and as much as he hated to admit it, Percy was also good at fucking.

He's Percy Jackson. Of course he would be good at sex.

Suddenly, focusing on "the positive side of things" seemed a lot harder. Jason's brain was back into its own negativity loop and now all he could focus on was trying to think of something Percy wasn't good at. After a couple of minutes, Jason realized his mind was coming up blank. His friend already carried himself with a charming humbleness along with a fun side of humor that was bound to be charismatic towards almost anyone he came across, and that included Nico. As far as Jason knew, he was the only person that was aware of Nico's crush on Percy, but that knowledge only fueled his jealousy.

For whatever reason, Jason just had to be Nico's number one, and part of him felt like his chance to make an impression on the pretty omega was through what went on tonight and he blew it. The alpha couldn't even make him cum for crying out loud, and of course, Percy had to fill in where he lacked. Jason felt the weight of the realization that that was probably the worst sex of Nico's life, and on top of that, the first bad sexual experience of Nico's life. He wouldn't forget that when he was halfway through on the road to pleasure town that he almost forgot he was the one taking the omega's virginity. Jason was by no means old fashioned, but even if it didn't matter to Nico, it mattered to him. Just knowing he could've been giving the boy the time of his life and instead watching him not even look at him for the entire time made Jason feel like shit. There was just no way he could beat Percy on this one; he and Nico already had a relationship long before Jason even met either of them, and it was clear which alpha Nico wanted after tonight.

Gods, when did he become so possessive? Wallowing in self pity wasn't even cathartic to him at this point; especially not after coming to terms with the fact he might want to be more than friends with Nico, which was scary in of itself. And since when did he become this much of a coward? Jason couldn't even bring himself to wake either of them up (if they were sleeping, of course. Omegas in heat were notorious for destroying sleep schedules) and try and make things right before Nico remembered this as the time where Percy totally showed him up.

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A couple hours had gone by and movement and gentle rustling could be heard from belowdecks. Jason was still awake; his exhaustion finally catching up to him when the sun officially came up and set the clouds ablaze in colors of bright reds, purples, and blues. Leo was the first to greet him with a friendly pat on the back, and Jason tried for a smile that said: I'm feeling so peachy and fresh like I totally didn't stay up the entire night. How are you? but for the entire time he had known Leo, it was obvious he saw right through it.

"Damn Grace, you look like hell." Leo whistled at him as he walked by.

"Couldn't sleep," Jason muttered back.

"di Angelo keep you up all night?"

"Nah. Percy got to him first." The resentment in his voice was barely concealed, but he wasn't about to lie to Leo about it.

"Aw, that sucks. I'm sure you'll...get him this time?" The son of Hephaestus laughed awkwardly.

"Please don't say it like that ever again," Jason groaned.

"I'll see you around, then. When you're not, y'know, busy."

"Whatever, Leo."

Jason watched the beta walk away laughing a bit. He was glad talking to his friend lifted his mood for at least a moment or two, but that all soon went away when he saw Percy coming up the steps from the second floor of the ship.

"He's yours," the alpha said curtly as he brushed past Jason when he walked by.

Jason wondered if Percy did that on purpose. It was almost as if he wanted to make sure Jason picked up on his and Nico's mixed scents to make the message loud and clear. Nevertheless, Jason still wanted to make amends, but it was evident that Percy had already moved on as he went to speak with Piper and Hazel. Quietly slipping away from the rest of the group, Jason went back to his own cabin after getting something quick to eat from the dining room before he got back to Nico.

Speaking of which, Nico was already awake when Jason arrived. It looked like he and Percy had already gotten ready for the day and were awake for some time, but the only thing Jason was not happy about was the fact his cabin smelled like another alpha. He loathed himself for admitting it, but Percy's scent was nearly as addicting as Nico's. It was fresh and wild like a gigantic storm at sea with all of the excitement free from containment, but Jason still hated the fact that it was everywhere. Yet the alpha refused to let that get in the way of who he was supposed to be focusing on, which was the cute little omega sitting on his freshly made bed (thanks, Percy. I guess.) and waiting so nicely for him.

"Look, Nico, about last night—"

"Alpha, I need you so bad," he whined, which had Jason taken aback.

Suddenly he was reminding himself that this wasn't Nico. Well, it was Nico, but a very-much-in-heat Nico who was definitely not the same person when he wasn't craving cock from any alpha that came his way.

That could be fixed if you would just claim him already—a much darker voice said to him. Jason decided to ignore it.

"Are you sure? Because last time I checked it was Percy you wanted." Jason corrected him.

The alpha realized moments later that he shouldn't be so patronizing and bitter towards a sweet omega like Nico who was not in the right state of mind to process anything worth comprehending.

"Sorry. Didn't mean for it to sound like that. Do you mind if we could just...Start over?" Jason asked hopefully, but Nico was already halfway through taking his clothes off.

"Nico—wait, slow down for a minute—Nico," Jason eventually snapped and the omega immediately paid attention when he added some deep alpha timbre to his voice.

Jason hated using the "alpha voice"—he really did (plus he thought it was the stupidest name for it, too)—he thought it was a cruel thing alphas did to their omegas to get them to listen, but sometimes it really was necessary.

"Y-Yeah?" Nico sounded a little timid after he used it on him, but Jason could still tell it clearly turned him on even more.

"Listen...Please. I just need, like, two minutes. Then we can do whatever you want, okay? I just wanted to say sorry for last night. I was rushing, and I feel like I didn't give you everything I could have. I'm new to this whole heat thing, alright? I've never had an omega before, but I want to make this good for you. So...Will you please accept my apology?"

I'm pouring my heart out here. Please, please, please don't hold this against me.

Nico tilted his head to the side, and Jason thought he could see him actually thinking about what he said, but then he realized the omega was just eyeing the growing bulge in his jeans. Jason let out an exasperated sigh.

"It's okay. Can I see it, now?" The omega asked; his large eyes and perfect lashes looking up at him politely. It really, truly was taking everything in him to stay this controlled around the omega when he was looking at him like that.

You didn't listen to anything I said, did you? Fine. We're just going to have this conversation when you're out of heat. Promise.

"Yes, you can see 'it'. But quick question,"

Nico glanced up at him momentarily.

"Do you have any toys you can play with for right now?"

"Yeah, but why would I want my toys when I have you?" Nico said cheekily, but Jason was internally screaming.

Gods, I want to fuck you so hard, but I'm not Percy. I suck at the whole sex thing; just let me stall for time.

"I, uh, I want to see you use them on yourself." Jason swallowed hard.

"You want to see me touch myself? Will that make alpha happy?" Nico's innocent little face did not match the filthy words coming out of his mouth. Jason was not trying to cum this early.

"Yeah, Nico. That'll make me happy. Can you do that for me?" He really hoped this didn't count as manipulation, but luckily, Nico complied.

The omega took his underwear off and removed the rest of the few clothes he still had on and reached over to pull out the toys he kept in his overnight bag. Jason's eyes widened at least three times their normal size when he saw the sheer amount of heat toys Nico owned. They were all top of the line, expensive, and fucking huge. At least, they were big for Nico's petite size. The toys would probably be considered standard by other omegas, but Jason had witnessed their size difference first hand and figured there was no way Nico could possible take half of the toys in his tight little cunt.

"Is this good, alpha?" Nico asked as he began sucking on his fingers and using them to spread his pussy open for Jason to see.

"Yeah, that's...That's perfect. Keep going." He said as he was absolutely mesmerized by the way Nico's dainty little fingers played with his pink pussy. He spread his own slick around while prepping for his toys which made Jason want to cum on the spot.

Nico started off by choosing one of the more reasonably sized knotted dildos that was a soft pink and seemed to stretch his hole nicely. In actuality, Jason surprisingly did have some reasoning for asking Nico to do this (aside from buying time and turning him on, of course). He figured that if he saw how Nico liked to pleasure himself, he could very well just copy it and rectify what happened last night for the sake of his conscience and Nico's satisfaction. Plus, it was just hot getting to watch him play with himself like this. By now, Nico had moved onto rubbing his clit at the same as thrusting a much larger, bumpy-textured toy in his pussy that had him moaning loudly and biting his lower lip.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum...Can I please cum, Jason?"

"Fuck, Nico, of course you can," the alpha told him as he watched his hole tighten around the toy a couple more times before drenching it with his sweet omega cum.

Thank the gods for the power of masturbation, right? Jason thought to himself as he did his best to remember everything Nico did to himself to make him orgasm.

After Nico was done and Jason was finished watching, he took his own clothes off and saw the omega's pussy leak more slick at the sight of his hard cock. The omega reached for it and Jason let him stroke his length for a while as more precum collected at his tip. Nico used his pink tongue to clean up the alpha's sensitive tip which had Jason even more aroused than before. He let Nico suck on his cock for awhile before having him lay back down as he shuffled forward between his legs and leaned down closer so that their lips were only inches apart. Looking back, Jason realized he could've been smoother about kissing Nico for the first time, but he couldn't change the fact that he just kind of went for it. Having resisted getting too close for the sake of worrying about Nico's comfort, Jason's first kiss with the omega was even more special because of it. His lips were so soft and he seemed to be delighted to have been kissed by the alpha, and Jason wondered why he didn't do this sooner.

Nico's sweet scent filled his nose as he kissed along his jaw and let his hands glide through the omega's soft wavy hair. When Nico leaned into his touch it was almost like everything that happened the night before was completely irrelevant to what was happening now. Jason truly was a perfectionist, and this was his do-over. The alpha moved again and this time he was laying down between Nico's spread thighs and looking up at the omega with clear desire in his eyes. The boy's heat-scent radiated off his soft skin as Jason moved closer and stroked the tips of his fingers over Nico's folds. Maybe the omega really did remember more from the night before and how rough Jason had been for his first time, and it made the alpha feel absolutely horrible when Nico tensed up and tried to pull away.

"I promise I'm not going to hurt you again, Nico. I swear to the gods I won't."

The tension in Jason's blue eyes as he waited for Nico's reaction was even more evident now than it had been before. Luckily, Nico gave him a slight, wary nod as he let Jason touch him down there again. The alpha was extremely cautious when he used his calloused fingers to play with Nico's pussy; rubbing the slick that spilled from his entrance all around his precious little hole. Nico helped him out by guiding his hand to his clit (which Jason was incredibly thankful for since his unfamiliarity with omega anatomy was clearly showing). He used his thumb to circle the little nub as Nico whimpered for him from above, and Jason was fascinated with the way his body worked. If he was being completely honest, Jason truly thought omegas only liked having their hole played with and nothing else until now when Nico kindly showed him what to do.

The omega's moans of approval spurred Jason on to do anything that would make him hear more of those sweet whimpers, and he stopped with his fingers to begin using his tongue on the boy's cunt. Immediately the addictive taste of sweet slick filled his mouth and Jason could hear Nico's pleasured moans as his tongue worked over his pussy. He knew he was doing a good job when he felt Nico's hand clutch the back of his head and tangle his dainty fingers into his blonde hair, and Jason rutted his hips into the bedsheets to gain more friction on his cock that was trapped between him and the mattress. The alpha experimented with tracing different shapes with his tongue on Nico's boycunt, and he alternated between keeping his tongue either stiff and pointed or relaxed and languid. However, Jason discovered after a few minutes that Nico seemed to respond better when he kept his tongue relaxed as he used it on him between his delicate lips and sensitive clit.

"A-ah, Jason, I'm gonna—" Nico's back moved off the bed like an archer's bow when he came into the alpha's mouth with beautiful cries of pleasure. Jason kissed the top of his clit before moving away with a triumphant grin on his face. He did it. He made the pretty little omega still struggling to regain his bearings cum just from his tongue, and he didn't think he ever felt more proud in his life.

"Was that good?" Jason asked him as he slid two of his fingers between Nico's pussylips which made the omega squirm and blush from his sensitivity.

"Fuck, Jason, that was amazing," Nico told him; a pretty blush dusting his cheeks as he pulled the alpha in for another kiss.

The two kissed for awhile before Jason decided to bring Nico onto his lap with his cock lined up with his hole from below. Jason looked up at the pretty boy as he helped guide him down with two hands on his small waist. Nico's pussy stretched around Jason's cock as he was lowered down onto it, and the alpha helped to soothe him by kissing his chest all over until he was settled fully on his lap. Jason waited for the omega to get used to it as he used his hands to slide up and down Nico's back. When the boy gave him a slight nod, Jason knew he was ready and they began moving together a little awkwardly at first, but Nico's hands eventually found Jason's shoulders and he moved up and down with more rhythm than before. Jason's eyes alternated between watching Nico's face (which was more often than not thrown back in pleasure) and watching his cock disappear into his omega pussy over and over again.

The alpha let the boy have his fun for awhile until he grabbed Nico's hips to keep him from riding him some more and instead fucked up into him from below with powerful thrusts from his cock. Nico yelped in surprise at the sudden change but gladly welcomed it as Jason took control until his cock was spurting hot cum into Nico's cunt. His knot locked and tied the two of them together, but because of gravity, small amounts of alpha cum spilled out from where they were joined with Nico still sitting on his lap. Growling lowly in disapproval at seeing his cum being wasted, Jason carefully moved both of them so that Nico was lying on his back on the bed in a proper mating press. This way, his knot would actually do what it's supposed to and keep all of his warm cum inside the omega's soft pussy.

Perhaps part of Jason was also wondering what it would be like to properly breed Nico and knock him up full of pups. But the other part of Jason also knew that there was no way the pregnancy would take after Nico had just been through Tartarus; the boy was just too skinny and fragile to even carry out a full term. Birthing anything from his body would be dangerous and the pregnancy would be deadly. Plus, on top of all that, Jason also knew (according to information he gathered from talking to Percy) the omegas at Camp Half-Blood were required to be on birth control anyway so there was no possibility of reproduction. Despite all of this, Jason was quite fond of the idea of fathering a couple pups with Nico sometime in the future. He was picturing all of these future memories in his head that he didn't even realize he was keeping a hand over Nico's lower abdomen—right where his uterus was. He hoped Nico was too tired to have noticed, but when he looked down he saw the omega looking at him with a little embarrassment presenting itself as the blush on his cheeks. Jason quickly took his hand off of Nico's tummy.

See, that gesture was only something alphas did when trying for pups was actually something that was on the table. It was incredibly intimate and personal, and definitely inappropriate in this situation given that they weren't even bonded yet. Omegas were sensitive just about everywhere, but having anything placed over their wombs was a big no-go zone unless it was their partner doing it, and Jason certainly wasn't that. The alpha whispered an apology to him and luckily Nico relaxed, although he now opted to keep his arms crossed over his rib cage in case Jason tried anything again. Thankfully, they didn't have to stay like that for long now that Jason's knot had gone down and he could safely pull out from Nico's heat. The alpha was about to ask what they wanted to do now, but the answer was pretty clear when he saw Nico nearly drifting off into sleep. His own protective instincts began kicking in as the alpha part of his brain wanted nothing more than to care for the omega. Jason started off by getting both of their clothes back on before tugging the covers back over them so that Nico could sleep more comfortably. He was about to go to sleep as well until—

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"You'll be here when I wake up, right?"

Another wave of guilt washed over him for at least the millionth time that day when Nico asked that simple little question. The alpha was once again reminded of how he handled the first night of Nico's heat together yesterday and how much he wished he could redo it.

"Of course I'll be here, Nico. I'm really sorry for not sticking around last night after...you know. But I'm here right now and I'll be here later. I promise."

That answer seemed to suffice because it was completely true, and he watched as Nico's eyes closed and he soon fell asleep. Jason did the same not even a couple minutes later because he was thoroughly exhausted after staying up and worrying all night.

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Surprisingly enough, it was Nico who was the one to wake up first since Jason originally thought he'd only be asleep for an hour at most. He had felt the omega moving around beside him and figured he was ready to get up, and the alpha decided he'd do the same.

"How long were we out for?" He asked and Nico shrugged. Jason looked out his cabin window and saw the sun already setting over the horizon. He couldn't believe they nearly slept the whole day.

"Shit, we should probably eat something. Do you want to come with me to the dining hall or..." Jason quickly assessed Nico's condition and decided he wouldn't be comfortable bringing the omega with him to dinner. The tantalizing scent of omega in heat was already coming back, and Nico, who was only dressed in a a top and some panties would probably not be coming with him anywhere unless Jason was prepared to fight off anyone who would want to come close to the omega.

"Okay, how about this: let me bring you something and I'm going to find Percy because I have to tell him something. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes, alpha." Nico said and Jason had to will his arousal down because now the omega was back to using dynamic titles, which was an obvious sign of heat haze that was currently clouding Nico's head.

As Jason was getting up before he had the irresistible urge to fuck Nico again, the omega grabbed his hand and pulled him back down to kiss him slow and passionately. He gave in, of course, but he really had to go if he wanted to find Percy and fix whatever tension was going on between them before it was too late and he was going to be finding himself between Nico's legs again for the second time that day.

"You've got your toys and you can nest all you want, okay? But I really, really need to go. I'll be back faster than you can say 'alpha'." Jason reluctantly got up again and pulled away from Nico's soft grabbing hands that were currently trying to keep him there. He also had to resist turning around again and looking at Nico's big pleading eyes that were demanding his attention.

Miraculously, Jason managed to leave the room and walk down the hallway as he tried to fix his clothes and hair to hopefully look more presentable. He did keep to his word as he quickly rushed into the dining room to get Nico some food and he returned just as fast. Jason brought the dinner to the little omega who was, to no surprise, stretching himself out on one of his toys again. Luckily, Nico was too busy fucking his pussy to notice the alpha in the room with him again, and Jason rushed out once more to avoid getting hard just by watching Nico touching himself.

Speed-walking down the hallway even faster than before, Jason scented the air to find some trace of Percy's alpha scent to follow it. He was a little surprised that the alpha wasn't at dinner with the rest of the crew, but instead his scent followed all the way above deck to where Percy was leaning against one of the railings. Jason approached him cautiously once he saw Percy looking just as irritable as in the morning.

"Percy, we need to talk."

The End.

#body on fire #percy x jason x nico #smut #omegaverse #hellboy #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3

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blurberries · 9 months

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The Older Wheeler Eddie Munson x F! Oc

First actual fan fiction, this is part one of ? Can also be found on W-pad

wc - 1575 CW - depiction of a panic attack, undiagnosed anxiety, weed sesh, mentions of disappearence... I think that's all for now? (let me know if I forgot something)

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My heart was beating faster and stronger, threatening to jump out of my chest, my mouth was dry, the teacher 's voice was distant and muffled while all I could hear was a loud buzz. I started to shiver uncontrollably, my sweaty and cold hands gripped at my knees. I tried to take deep breaths to help calm down but with my shaky lips I noticed that breathing only made it worst. "Everything is okay, you're gonna get through this, it happened before, you can make it happen again." I thought to try and rationalized

The teacher seemed to take notice when she saw me stare blankly down me desk, as if I was in a trance. She called out my name many times, which I heard none of. I only noticed when I felt a kick behind me, making my heartrate faster, which was not helping my case.

"Miss Wheeler, stop with the daydreaming, we're in class and you better listen if you don't want me to call your parents" I nodded and gave a small apology. I didn't take notice that some of the kids laughed, with all the thoughts going through my head, they were inaudible. I could only hear my breath entering my nose and escaping my lips. I just couldn't calm down, I had to leave. But how? I couldn't just walk out, I had to attend class. I couldn't just leave the classroom suddenly in front of anyone. But I had to, so I did. Taking all my stuff, I stormed out, the teacher at my heels.

"Miss Wheeler! Miss Wheeler! Elizabeth Wheeler! Come back here!"

My furious teacher screamed at me through the halls. Tears were threatening to fall on my cheeks, I felt nauseous, dizzy, searching for my breath. I made my way towards the forest, crossing the field, to find my secret hiding place. I quickly settled down at the mysterious picnic table in the middle of the woods, head in my hands, I swallow the excess of saliva that just made it's apparition before taking deep breaths in, 1, 2, 3, 4, hold it, 1, 2, 3, 4, breathe out, 1, 2, 3, swallow, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, gag, swallow, breathe in, hold, breathe out, over and over, until the nausea disappears. I looked up at the trees, taking in the beautiful scenery that surrounded me, and finally calmed down, not without my body trembling all over, until I felt ready to leave the woods. Gosh I wished I could just make everything just disappear, even for a single minute.

I heard leaves shuffling and footsteps getting closer, I curiously turned my head towards the source of the noise, trying to find the culprit who put an end to my revery. My eyes fell on a mass of curly hair hiding a face I had yet to know. The young man was looking down at his feet, probably lost in his thoughts. I watched him as he got closer to the table, still unaware that I was already there. The thought of speaking up to let him know my presence crossed my mind, but I figured that letting him find out on his own seemed funnier. He finally looked up at the table and got startled at the fact that he wasn't alone.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He said putting a hand over his chest, the other dropping what seemed like a black lunch box, that's when I broke into a hysterical laugh. He quickly came back to his senses and started laughing with me. After what seemed like 2 minutes, I finally calmed down and spoke up.

"I'm so sorry, I should've said something, I actually thought of saying hi, but I couldn't bring myself to break your precious train of thought."

"Thank you for being this considerate, though it could've saved me from nearly having a heart attack" he said picking up his black box, then placing it on the table

"You have to admit that it wouldn't have been as funny if I had..." I said with a smirk that he gave back. I finally took the time to admire his soft features, his eyes were like hot chocolate on a cold winter morning and gold honey where the sun hits them, and oh so beautiful lashes draping them so nicely. "So, what is a mysterious handsome stranger like you doing at my super-secret spot?" I questioned. He raised an eyebrow, tilted his head.

"Handsome uh?" He said looking straight into my eyes, hands in his back pockets, and I kept eye-contact, encouraging him to respond, which seemed to amuse him.

"I actually thought this was MY secret hiding spot, since no one ever comes here, I mean, you saw how surprised I was to see someone else. But to answer your question I came here for a bit of a uhm, peace, and what about you?" He finally sat across from me.

"Well, I usually only come here at lunch time, but as you can see, I am here well before that today. I actually just needed some place quiet to uh" I hesitated, thinking about how you to say you came here to calm down without over sharing, it must have taken a while because he tilted his head his eyes searching for mine with a concerned look on his face "for a bit of peace as well, but I am feeling a whole lot better now, and was just about to leave when you made your big entrance, so I'll lend you my hiding place so you can have your peace" I said, about to stand up, but he spoke again, interrupting all of my movements.

"You don't have to go, it's actually kind of cool to have you here and have someone to talk to. I am also skipping right now, would you maybe, mind sharing this place for a bit longer? If you have nothing better to do obviously" He asked nervously, looking down at his rings that I had just took a notice to, and I agreed to stay, releasing all the tension that had accumulated in my muscles to stand up. "Do you mind if I light this up?" he questioned showing a joint.

"No, it's fine, go ahead"

"Are you sure? Cause I know the smell is kinda- a-and not everyone is comforta-"

I stood up, cutting him off. He looked at me confused when I walked up to him and sat by his side "I am sure, but are you sure you wanna smoke it? It kinda seemed like you were looking for an excuse" He scoffed and smirked at me before lighting it up.

He asked about how long I knew of this place, what time I usually came here, and that's when he told me that he'd come here when he had a free period, after class or when he was skipping and had nothing better to do, while I only came here for lunch. Having found this place around the same time, we both made peace and decided to share this place. He asked me about today, what made me come here in the middle of a class? I told him everything, not minding about over sharing. Perhaps it was the secondhand smoke, perhaps it was the kind stranger next to me, but I felt at ease, and I felt comfortable enough to tell him about my strange moments. He carefully listened to me while I tried to explain this problem that I had been having, the fact that it happens at least once a week, how I felt so much pressure that made me feel trapped, it felt like a claustrophobia that didn't just manifest itself in tight and enclosed spaces. When I was done, he asked if he could do anything for me, the thought of a stranger caring this much warmed my heart, but there was nothing he could do. The two of us kept on talking about everything and nothing. These meetings would happen more and more often for the next following months, I had made my first actual friend, hell, best friend even. I'd share my interest, exchange mixtapes and books, complain about our lives, laugh and cry. He'd talk about his parents, and I about mines, plus the brother and sisters. He knew everything about me, and I about him. Until one day I stopped showing.

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The curly haired boy wondered if he had done something wrong, he'd try to sneak at lunch time to see if she was there, but she was a no show. He would ask the seniors around if they had seen her, describing her looks, and only was it when someone asked him for her name, that he realized that she never gave it to him, and neither did he give her his. He wondered not about how he would contact and see her again, but about how would she be able to find and contact him if she needed to talk, escape or calm down, how would he be there for her? Who would? It was worrying him, even more so when the youngest Byers disappeared, followed by Barbara. He had wondered if she might've disappeared with them, but contrarily to the two others, there were no posters about her, no one but him searching for her. It was as if she never existed, as if he had made her.

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Part 2 is now up here x

#eddie munson #eddie munson x f!oc #munson x wheeler #stranger things #panic attack #anxiety disorder #agoraphobia

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types of people as the Decepticon High Command.

MEGATRON is the downward descent, someone who was once bright-eyed and hopeful, but is beaten down by pessimism and cynicism. He was once someone you would rally behind, a source of hope and strength, but now you’re not sure. Powerful, authoritative and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Speaks his mind always and people always stop to listen. He smiles with danger and his eyes spark with the thrill of it. But at the same time, he is the cycle. He may have been the downward descent; however, eventually, he will return to his roots of peace and makes amends. A reminder that anyone, anyone, can redeem themselves.

STARSCREAM flies in the twinkling hours of midnight, when the day and night hang in balance, because sometimes the waking world is too much. He tends to smirk more often than not, and it wouldn’t be wise to trust him with certain things. Likes to hear his voice, but should considering keeping his mouth shut once in a while. He’s not taken very seriously, but there’s a fox-like cunning and blade intelligence to him that would make it unwise to do so. Always loud and outrageous, easily insulted and with an ego the size of Jupiter.

SOUNDWAVE is the silence between songs when the swell of the melody falters and the twang of a voice stops. He is not the leader, but the follower, someone who gets his hands dirty to get work done. Silent, lethal, it’s hard to tell who or what he is anymore because rumours are the most potent of stories. Blends into the background, always listening and always watching because information is power. He is not a hopeful soul, resolute in his own harsh realism; however, he thinks that there is a part of him who still believes in love and peace and hope for all.

SHOCKWAVE is the single-minded pursuit of knowledge. He’d rather live in his laboratory and dedicate himself to science (or whatever chosen field), but sometimes, things greater than himself usually take him along for the ride. But this pursuit always takes precedence. Never speaks unless necessary, unnerving at times. He doesn’t believe in causes or in hope or love or sadness or anger, existing as a vacuum of logic. Not used to mistakes, rarely makes them, but if they do happen, he’s interested because perfection can be attainable. Lives in the how, why, and what.

#( ooc | my writing )#( ooc | urduja.txt )#if i forgot anyone; apologies. these 4 are what came to mind.

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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Kyahhh your rejecting you and regretting series is just so freaking good . Uhmmm idk if you are taking requests right now but can I please request for Ushijima and Kita?Thank you so much!

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 4

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Hey, bub. I'm so glad to hear that you've been enjoying my works. Here's your request for the part 4 and final (as of now) part of the rejecting and regretting you series. Have a good day and stay hydrated! ♥️

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: semi-rude behavior (resolved), no cursing in this one because these men drink their respect women juice daily

ft. ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke

title says it all

Kita Shinsuke

Kita is your childhood friend

The moment the two of you were introduced to each other by your grandmothers, you instantly clicked

Same as through with him, you loved spending your time being productive and following a certain routine so it's no question that as you both grew up, you started gaining romantic feelings towards him

You've been thinking of confessing but never really had the chance because he was always busy with volleyball practice

So when you finally managed to get some alone time, you didn't hesitate to voice out your feelings, not knowing that the answer you're hoping for isn't the answer you're going to get

"You're staring again."

You snapped out of your thoughts when Kita stopped infront of you, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied your face.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, uh, yes! I'm sorry. I was just thinking," you answered sheepishly while scratching the back of your head.

You mentally cursed yourself for spacing out on him. This is the only chance you're getting and you can't afford to waste it.

"About what?" Shinsuke asked as you both continued your walk on the way home since you only live apart each other. Plus, his grandma had always told him to never let you walk home alone especially at night.

"Huh?"

"You said you were thinking. About what?" Shinsuke gently tugged at the sleeve of your jacket, changing your positions so that he was closer to the road than you are.

You felt yourself blushing at the small gesture and looked at his hand that was still holding your jacket.

You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat and stopped walking, the act stopping Kita as well due to him holding you.

Kita looked at you worriedly and placed both hands on your shoulders, his head dipping slightly to get a closer look at your face. "Are you oka-"

"You," you answered without focusing your gaze to him. "I've been thinking about you."

When you felt him taking his hands off your shoulders, you immediately looked up. "Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?"

The look he had is something you can't decipher but if you were to analyze it based on what you can see, it's a look you never wanted to see again.

Silence reigned the two of you, eyes staring at each other as if you're both trying to figure out what the other was thinking.

"No," Kita said, breaking the silence. "But it's best if we don't discuss the issue any further."

At that, he faced forward and continued walking as if nothing happened but as you stared at his back, you realized that somehow, he knew what you were trying to imply.

And the sad part is that he chose to ignore it and act unbothered as if he didn't just indirectly broke your heart.

Once you reached your destination, you faced him with an anxious smile and Kita didn't fail to notice this, as well as your habit of shifting from foot to foot whenever you wanted to say something.

"I like you, Shin," you blurted out nervously, your heart beating erratically and your palms becoming sweaty. "I don't know when it started but suddenly, I just woke up and realized that what I'm feeling towards you is no longer within the range of friendship. It's something more and I just wanted to let you know."

"I am well aware of that but I'm sorry, y/n. I can't return your feelings."

You bit your lower lip to hold in your tears and as much as you wanted to shout at him to accept your confession, you can't just force someone to love you back because it doesn’t work that way.

"Geez, can't you even say it gently?" you said with a forced chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't hold any grudges."

You let out a sigh before looking up at him and Kita was surprised to see that there are no traces of anger. He expected you to lash out but it seemed like he was wrong.

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't overwork yourself, okay?" With that, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning around to cross the road.

Kita could only stare at you as he watched you enter your household, your figure vanishing from his sight as the door finally closed.

Kita is a practical man.

He knows how to separate what is right from what is wrong.

Because of this, people often see him as someone who's perfect, sometimes even being compared to a robot due to his nature. But Kita is far from perfect, and he knew that.

Because as he laid in his bed that night, he realized that he just made a big, wrong decision, and he had nobody but himself to blame.

Kita didn't know if he should be happy or not. Actually, he should be happy. After all, he just rejected you and still, here you are, walking beside him as you made your way to school.

He kept glancing at you, observing wether you were pretending or not but he knew that it isn't in your nature to be a pretentious person. You've always worn your emotions on your sleeve which made it too easy for people to read you.

"Ah, Shin. You don't have to walk me home later," you said with a sheepish smile. "My friend is actually going to walk me home so.."

"Alright. Be sure to send me a message when you're on the way home." Despite how 'normal' it sounded, Kita was actually feeling something unpleasant inside him. It was a feeling he was well aware of but had never experienced himself.

The day progressed fast. One moment, he was entering his first class and the next, he's already checking wether all the sports equipment were put back in their proper places.

As he walked out of the gym, Kita instinctively brought out his phone to check for any messages, yours to be specific.

"Ya alright, Kita-san?" came Atsumu.

Kita simply nodded and glanced at his phone again before keeping it, disappointment filling him as he realized that you're not planning to message him at all.

Without you to walk home with, Kita decided to join his team mates, yet despite the noise his team naturally carried, Kita's mind was still preoccupied.

He thought of how you must be doing or if you arrived home safely. He thought of how different the things would've turned out if he hadn't rejected you.

He thought of you.

"Isn't that y/n-san?"

Kita's attention immediately went back to Earth, his eyes following the direction Atsumu was pointing at and just like he said, you were indeed at the other side of the road, walking alone while hugging yourself as you shivered ever so slightly.

Without any words, Kita headed towards your direction and his team mates knew better than to interfere. After all, they knew their captain well. It wasn't that hard to notice how off he was today.

"I thought I told you to message me."

You gasped as Kita suddenly appeared beside you, draping his jacket over your shoulder which immediately surrounded you with his familiar scent.

"Sorry, I forgot," you said while tugging at the end of his jacket sleeves.

"Mhm, and you also said that your friend is going to walk you home yet I don't see anyone beside you." Kita said with a serious tone.

"About that..." You scratched the back of your head as you tried to think of any excuses but you knew that lying would be pointless.

"What if someone kidnapped you? Or worse, took advantage of you? You know I don't like you walking alone especially when the sun had already set yet you still did it. Why did you lie?"

You felt like a child being scolded by your mother but instead of taking it the wrong way, you knew that Kita was only looking out for you. It was just ironic that he broke your heart yet still showed his deep concern for your being.

"It's because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," you finally admitted. "I just confessed to you yesterday and I thought thay maybe I might make you uncomfortable if I kept sticking beside you. I didn't want to be an inconvenience."

"What are you talking about?" Kita stopped walking and turned towards you. "You were never an inconvenience and will never be one."

"Sorry, Shin."

"No. I should be the one to apologize. I made a very rash decision yesterday and ended up rejecting you. I thought that having romantic feelings towards someone would just be a waste of time but I came to realize that it isn't a waste of time if its with you," Kita said with a gentle look on his face.

You didn't speak for a few seconds and just let his words sink in, a feeling of hope igniting inside you when you realized what he was trying to say. "Do you mean that?" you asked hopefully.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Seeing you shake your head no, Kita leaned in to press his forehead against yours. "I like you, y/n."

You felt your heart beat picking up with those simple words and without waiting for anything else, you pressed your lips against his.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being the cousin of Tendou Satori had its perks

And one of those perks is the opportunity to see Ushijima everyday

You are only a year younger than them yet despite that, you get along with the team very well

After all, it had been a part of your daily routine to always visit the school's gym

What you didn't expect, however, was to fall for a certain captain

And you, being one of the most open and honest person, confessed the moment you realized your feelings towards him

And despite being turned down several times already, you still persisted, claiming that you'll do everything to make him fall for you

But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just isn't enough

"Where's 'Toshi?" you asked Satori when you entered the gym, flashing a small smile to the others before sitting down on an empty bench.

"Talking to the coach." Satori looked at the plastic you were holding and grinned as he noticed what was inside. "Really, y/n-chan? You know that won't work on Ushiwaka, right?"

You just shrugged and placed the item beside you. "It's worth a try, 'Tori. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to get a reaction out of him."

"Y/n."

You looked behind you upon hearing Wakatoshi. "Hi, Toshi. Did you miss me?" you said and flashed him a bubbly smile.

"You always come here everyday. I do not see any reason for me to miss you," he simply answered before taking a seat beside you, eyes glancing at the carrot stuffed toy before focusing on the court.

Satori, who witnessed the whole exchange, just laughed at you, his eyes squinting as he clutched his stomach in tears. "Well, there's your reaction," he said while still catching his breath.

"You don't have to be so mean, Toshi." You pouted and handed him the stuffed toy you brought.

"What's this for?" he asked in slight confusion while examining the carrot you gave him.

"That's a gift. Haven't you noticed? Its been 8 months since I started courting you." You grinned at him.

"Oh? Y/n's courting captain?" came Tsutomu who was wiping his sweat with a clean towel, eyes glancing at the carrot before he exclaimed, "I want one too!"

"Have it." Your eyes widened when Ushijima handed the carrot stuffed toy to Tsutomu. "I don't need it, and please stop giving me stuff from now on. They are irrelevant."

"I worked hard for that! You don't know how much token I spent just to get that from the claw machine!" You frowned at Wakatoshi and took the toy from Tsutomu who's now obviously confused with what's happening.

"Then I'll pay the amount you spent. Just stop giving me random stuff from now on. I don't need them and I don't have any feelings for you," Ushijima said with a passive voice.

You bowed your head and Satori immediately panicked, his arm reaching out to you but you only recoiled. "You're the worst, Toshi!" you yelled at Ushijima before dropping the toy on the floor and running out of the gym.

All three of them were in shock at your outburst, completely not expecting you to say such thing. You've always been bubbly around them so hearing those words from you was something they never expected coming.

"I think you made y/n mad, Captain," Tsutomu said while picking the carrot and dusting it off.

"But all I did was say the truth," Ushijima reasoned out, eyes focused on Tsutomu who was now hugging the toy that was supposed to be his.

Satori just sighed and turned around to go back practicing.

"Captain?" Tsutomu muttered with a confused look as Ushijima suddenly took the carrot from him.

"It's mine."

For the sixth time of the day, Ushijima glanced at the closed door of the gym.

It had been almost a week and he haven't caught a single glimpse of you. No visits, no 'coincidentally' bumping on each other despite having different floor levels, nor surprised bentos. Nothing. It basically felt as if you don't exist anymore.

He doesn't even know why he seemed bothered with it. Wasn't it him who pushed you away? He should feel relieved now that you were no longer bothering him, right?

Then why did it felt like he was missing you?

"Y/n's not coming," Tendou said beside Ushijima.

"I know. They haven't been visiting lately." Ushijima stared at Tendou seriously, making the red hair chuckle before raising his hands up in surrender.

"I don't have any idea where y/n-chan is. Even if I do, my lips are sealed," Tendou said before making a zipper motion.

Ushijima sighed and looked down at the ball resting between his feet. "I don't like it when they're avoiding me."

"Hm, I can't blame my cousin for doing that though. They've been pining over you for quite a while now and each time they confess, you end up rejecting them. I guess yesterday was their breaking point," Satori explained with a shrug, "Maybe you got used to the feeling of them coming back everytime you reject them that you don't know how to feel now that they stopped chasing you."

"I..like y/n."

Just as he said those words, the gym doors suddenly opened. You entered with your usual bubbly expression, a wrapped bento in hand as you made your way to them.

"I noticed that you weren't carrying your bento awhile ago so I brought it with me," you said as you handed the bento to Satori, not even bothering to spare a glance at Ushijima who was intensely looking at you.

"Y/n," Ushijima said making you turn to him.

"Yes Ushijima-san?"

Ushijima blinked at the mention of his surname. He knew that it was normal for people to call him Ushijima since it was his name but hearing you say it seemed bothering for some reason. He was used to you calling him either Toshi or Waka-kun.

"I like you, y/n," he said without hesitation.

Satori facepalmed at Ushijima's straightforwardness. Deciding to give you both some space, he stood up and walked away with his bento, leaving the two of you to talk.

You sat down and crossed your arms over chest, body facing Wakatoshi as you waited for him to explain and apologize properly.

"I'm sorry for how I acted a few days ago, I was merely being honest that time, but now I realized that I like you too... and I also did not mean to disregard your efforts just to get Mr. Carrot," Ushijima said while slightly scooting closer to you, his hand obviously trying to reach for yours.

"You named the stuff toy Mr. Carrot?" you asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't need it.."

"That was a mistake. Mr. Carrot is actually sleeping in my bed as of this moment." The side of Ushijima's lips curled up when you giggled, the sound making his heart race.

"I appreciate you trying to be nice to me, Toshi, but you really hurt me back then, you know? I even had to stay away for a couple of days," you said before looking down at your lap to play with your fingers.

Panic started bubbling up inside Ushijima at your sudden silence. Swallowing the lump inside his throat, he asked you carefully, "Do you still like me? I'm really sorry, y/n. I missed your presence inside the gym. It's not the same without you. It's been too... quiet. Please give me another chance."

You lifted your head upon hearing that, clearly not expecting Ushijima to say those words in almost a pleading manner.

Ushijima took your surprised reaction as a cue to continue. He carefully took your hand in his, his hand completely engulfing yours as he intertwined your fingers. "I won't be aggressive towards you anymore. I know you said you hate me and I'm not the best at this kind of things but for you, I'll try."

You pulled your hand away from him, only to quickly wrap your arms around him, the action obviously catching Ushijima off guard. "I never hated you, 'Toshi," you mumbled with your face buried to his chest.

"Does that mean you still like me?" He said as soon as he composed himself, an unusual soft expression forming on his face when he felt you nodding.

You felt yourself melting even more to his touch when he secured an arm around your waist. "I like you so much, 'Toshi," you said as you looked up him.

"I like you too, y/n." With that, Ushijima leaned down to press a lingering kiss on your forehead.

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a/n: lately, my mind has been filled with wakatoshi ushijima

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