#Ghost: I left it behind at a restaurant and never went back for it

[makorragal-312]

Here's how the BuckTommy break-up should've went down...

Tommy reveals that him and Abby were previously engaged and Buck become visibly bothered at the mention of her When Tommy presses him on it, he tells him about his history with her and how she just left him in LA without bothering to formally break-up with him, along with him finding out she was engaged when they encountered each other at the train emergency.

But Tommy being Tommy ends up cracking a couple of jokes at Buck's expense and is relatively insensitive about how Abby's ghosting impacted Buck, leaving Buck hurt and a bit embarrassed as Tommy leaves him to pay the bill.

Then, he can go to see Maddie at work where he vents to her about what happened. Then they can have the whole scene with Joss giving his advice.

BUT, instead of listening solely to Josh, Buck goes to see Hen.

Buck tells her about what happened and she is immediately sympathetic. He ends up telling her that he never expected Tommy to be so insensitive about what he went through with Abby and how it didn't seem to be like him, only for Hen to make a slight jab about how that's exactly what Tommy is like. Buck is immediately alarmed and ends up pressing Hen to tell him more until she finally caves. She tells him about the way Tommy treated her when she first came to the 118 and how he did the same thing to Chim. She even decides to go as far as to make him privy to the conversation she and Karen had with Tommy at the medal ceremony.

Buck, obviously, is stunned and horrified at what he learned and immediately leaves the Wilson household.

Once he's back home, he spends the whole time running through his entire relationship with Tommy from the first kiss up to now. And while he can think back to a couple of good moments, the moments that come back up the most are the bad ones.

Him leaving Buck behind at the restaurant.

Him devouring cupcakes while Eddie's getting his heart shattered.

How pessimistic he was at the medal ceremony reception.

How he practically admitted he and his coworkers were laughing at him getting his shoulder relocated.

Him not bothering to indulge his research.

How he practically called him ugly because of his boils and didn't even attempt to kiss him.

Every single comment he made on how hot he was and not a single one about his interests, likes, or him as a person.

And as of late, him making jokes about him being ghosted.

All instances where he felt stomped on while his partner was going on like nothing happened.

The same way that Abby did when he learned she ghosted him and came back in his life with a whole new fiance.

After that, Buck calls Tommy to meet him at his place.

Later that night, Tommy comes over and Buck lays out everything on the table. He tells him about how hard and lowkey embarrassing it was to tell him about how he was also seeing Abby and how the relationship ended and how he didn't appreciate how Tommy reacted to it. Tommy tries to deflect and say that he was only being funny, but Buck pushes back. He brings up all of the times he hurt him and how it surprised him to know that he's done the same to so many people.

Tommy ends up asking where he got that from and Buck says nothing. But after a few seconds, he asks if Hen or Chim told him something and Buck gets furious. He scolds Tommy for being so bigoted towards them and how it made no sense for him to treat them like that when he was a gay man. Tommy tries to make an excuse about him being in the closet and going along with Gerrard to protect himself, but Buck immediately shuts it down.

The two of them continue to have a back and forth and it isn't until Tommy tells him to "grow up" that Buck stops arguing, a look of finality flashing across his face. He ends up telling Tommy point blank that he really liked him and how he made him realize a part of himself that he never knew existed, but he couldn't be with someone so dismissive and so capable of hurting other people with no regard for their feelings.

Tommy immediately laughs it up and asks Buck if he's actually breaking up with him. And Buck says yes with no hesitation.

Seeing that he's serious, Tommy heads to the door but not before commenting on how he thought Buck was cute and how they could have some fun out of it, but he was wrong. He opens the door and says "See you around, Evan."

And Buck, with a look of seriousness and resigned hurt, simply says.

"My name is Buck. If you actually cared to know me, you'd know that."

And Tommy simply shrugs and leaves.

[ganondorf--apologist]

Lil Hornet: Hey Ghostie, what's your gender?

Ghost, signing: I'm agender :D

Lil Hornet: Agender? What's that?

Ghost: It means that I don't have a gender.

Lil Hornet: Oh no! Where did your gender go?

Ghost: ...

Ghost, trying so hard to hide that they're laughing: ... I lost my gender in the war.

[changbeansss]

The weight of forever

Pairings : Lee Know x reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Mentions of break up, refusal and running away

The evening air was crisp and cold, the kind that hinted at the first whispers of winter. Minho had planned everything meticulously. The restaurant's ambiance was perfect, filled with the soft hum of conversations and the gentle clinking of glasses. Candles flickered on each table, casting a warm glow that made everything seem ethereal. He held onto the small velvet box in his pocket, feeling its weight with every heartbeat. Tonight was the night he would ask you to marry him.

You sat across from him, trying to focus on the present moment, but your thoughts were clouded with self-doubt. The weight of your insecurities felt unbearable. You loved Minho deeply, but the idea of forever with him seemed like a dream you didn't deserve. You were convinced that he deserved someone better, someone who could match his brilliance in every way.

Minho reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

You forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed, I guess."

The night wore on, and as dessert was served, Minho felt the nerves rise within him. He glanced around the room, making sure everything was perfect. When he looked back at you, he saw the flicker of something in your eyes—hesitation, perhaps even fear.

Taking a deep breath, he got down on one knee and pulled out the box. The restaurant fell silent, all eyes on the two of you. "Y/N," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "you are everything to me. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"

Your heart shattered at the sight of him kneeling before you, love and hope shining in his eyes. You wanted to say yes, you wanted to believe that you were enough for him, but the doubts screamed louder. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head, backing away.

"Minho, I... I can't," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I'm not good enough for you. You deserve someone better."

Confusion and hurt flashed across his face. "What are you talking about? You're more than enough for me. I love you."

But you couldn't stay. You turned and fled from the restaurant, leaving Minho kneeling there, broken and bewildered. Outside, the cold air hit your face, mingling with your tears. You ran until you couldn't breathe, collapsing onto a park bench as sobs wracked your body.

Minho was left in the restaurant, the ring still in his hand, the reality of your rejection sinking in. He returned home that night, the emptiness of the apartment suffocating. Every corner held a memory of you, every silence was filled with the ghost of your laughter.

Days turned into weeks, and both of you lived in a daze of heartache. Minho tried to move on, but the wound was too fresh, too deep. He threw himself into his work, trying to bury the pain, but nothing could fill the void you left behind.

As for you, the regret and guilt were constant companions. You had convinced yourself that leaving was the right choice, that you were sparing him from a life of disappointment. But the loneliness was unbearable, and the nights were the worst, filled with dreams of what could have been.

Months later, Minho heard through mutual friends that you had moved away, trying to start anew. He wished you the best, but the pain lingered, a dull ache that never truly went away. He often found himself wondering what might have happened if you had said yes, if you had believed in your worth.

In the end, your love story remained a tragic memory, a testament to what happens when fear and self-doubt overpower love. Both of you lived with the ghosts of what could have been, forever haunted by your decisions.

[lalunanymph]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 — i. sae

"i thought of you with the birds, but you never sang for me."

There was a stream of fog rolling across the road, heralding a cold and bleak morning.

Your feet were planted on the dashboard of Itoshi Sae's BMW, the radio a far dissonance from the tension drowning the both of you in waves.

"Are you sure?"

He didn't sound angry or sad.

In fact, you never knew exactly what Sae was feeling.

His walls were too high, and the soft tenderness of his heart was often guarded by a ring of spikes many would not consider to climb. You were one of the lucky few who had wriggled your way under the famous prodigy's skin, latching like an open wound on his otherwise unblemished skin.

Now, after two years of an unfulfilling relationship, it was time to tear the bandaid off in one swift, numbing move.

"Yes."

You removed your feet from his dashboard, swiping at some dirt left behind. Breaking up with Sae was one thing, but leaving your dirty tracks was beneath you.

A hard swallow bundled through the hawthorn of nerves in your throat. You couldn't speak in case the spikes would prick you instead.

Those teal eyes never lifted from the road, the ticking of the indicator —showing right, a direction you wondered if you were smart enough to take when it came to protecting your heart from Sae—was blinking like a metronome at measured, three second intervals.

You expelled a shaky breath.

"Sae—"

"I think it's for the best."

He finally looked at you, and the shallow emotion on his blank face was all the confirmation you needed. Your heart sank to your stomach, your ribcage flat against the high seat of this luxurious car.

Another hard swallow. "Okay."

This was the first time you got out of his car without kissing his cheek. He would never ask you to commit that loving gesture, and you would never forget to give it to him no matter what. Now, his cheek tingled and your lips were cold.

"Bye bye."

Your whispered parting barely stirred the old ghosts lingering in the space you once sat.

You turned around and never looked back.

Perhaps, if you did, you would've changed your mind when the glossy sheen in his eyes made itself known in the partial darkness.

Life was quiet without you.

The sun was beating down the back of his neck, warming the silver chain he wore around his throat.

Sae sketched his listless eyes across the sprawling city right at his feet. The world was his, but he was growing apathetic to it day by day.

Cobblestone streets barely held their charm. The family-owned restaurant down the road selling home cooked Japanese food didn't lift his spirits anymore.

The world was colder now that you were gone.

Everyday, he would glance at his phone, wishing he could beat the timezones and distance to get back into your arms.

You were probably asleep right now, wrapped in your favourite kaftan blanket. Today's Friday, so you had work in a few hours. Sae knew you would head out for drinks at your local bar to decompress after another hectic week in the office. Maybe you would treat yourself to an ice-cream cone at a gas station on your drive back home.

He clenched his fists, exhaling a jagged breath.

Time seemed to slow down into molasses when he picked up his phone, shaking off his fears and hitting the call button on your contact card.

"Hello?"

It wasn't your voice on the other end.

Gruff and low, rough with sleep. The other man in your bed, the one you easily replaced him with, was waiting for your ex-boyfriend to speak.

Sae's throat went dry.

"Hello? Who is this?"

A sinking feeling dragged him under its current when his eyes were finally opened to the truth.

You had deleted his number.

His name under your contacts had changed. He remembered what it was before you two broke it off.

Sae bae. With a red heart and a padlock behind his name.

And now, you had done the impossible; you had forgotten him.

"Sorry." The lump in the back of his throat felt like coal, dredging his words with the minefield implosion of his hopes. "Wrong number."

The currents of time flowed as it did—in ebbs and whirls which made the fresh wound of your breakup with Sae turn into little more than an ugly scab in your memories.

Years later, you were married, walking down the street to a nearby grocery store when a headline on a news stand caught your eye.

You approached the newspaper with open curiosity, rereading a name you hadn't seen in a long time.

Japan's football prodigy, Itoshi Sae, announces his wife's pregnancy in a sweet Instagram post.

Something thrummed in your chest, painful and hot when you picked the print up, flipping to the stated page where that piece of news seared through your mind like a forest fire.

Itoshi Sae, Spain's midfielder, shows off his wife's baby bump in a new post that has fans excited for this new phase in his life.

Sae's smiling face was a blank slate in your static-filled mind. Setting the paper down, you pulled out your phone, dragging his social media handle up.

Your ex-boyfriend was a private man, but over the years, he grew comfortable enough in the public light to show off his wife in a way he never used to do for you.

Her dark eyes and smile were sweet and genial. She was pregnant, supporting a hand under her small bump while your auburn-haired ex had his arm around her, his face pressed into her neck.

They lived in a house by the sea, judging from your scrolling; his life unfurling before you like an unfamiliar book you once knew all the words to.

His wife looked healthy and well-taken care off; her smile was infectious and you found yourself turning wistful.

The gold band around your ring finger caught your attention, and you took a second to admire its shine.

Once upon a time, you thought a life like this with Sae could've been yours.

You envisioned your days by the beach, watching seagulls fly past the white clouds and feeling the waves lap at your toes. Maybe you would've been carrying his baby, one hand perched on your swollen belly while his soft teal eyes would find yours from across the stretch of sand.

Never would you have believed that the life you held onto had given way to another blessing you hadn't saw coming.

With all your heart, you wished Sae Itoshi the best.

He may have never sung for you, but you were relieved to discover he could sing for someone else.

And you were glad you had found another man who could give you the whole world and his heart, as well.

Miles away, where Sae's feet were dusted with sand, yours hit the pavement, high heels clicking off into the distance as you walked away from the news stand and the picture of his smiling, bright face—back into the safe embrace of your everyday life.

a/n: it's bittersweet how the currents of our lives may not intersect with the ones we want, but the ones we absolutely need.

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Letters: Day Four

Eddie Munson x fem!reader[1.8K] Candy hearts and oh my god, they were roommates with Eddie.

THE LETTERBOX ♥

It wasn’t supposed to happen. 

It’s not like it had built up for months, for years. A longing and a tension that has clung to you through high school, followed you into your twenties and stayed with you even now. ‘Cause you���d left Hawkins, moved to Indianapolis, into a shitty two bed apartment that was too cold in the winter and too warm in the summer, and the sink leaked and your neighbour was fucking weird.  

But Eddie came too, moved in when rent got too tight and you ignored everyone who gave you That Look, ignored how they laughed and placed bets amongst themselves. It was easy to live with your best friend, how could it not be? You loved him. 

You were in love with him. And it had taken you so long to admit that to yourself, never mind Robin and oh my god, now he was your roommate. 

But still, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not the way it did. Not that you complained. 

And here’s how it went:

Eddie came home from work to find you on the couch, jeans already thrown in protest at the edge of your bedroom door, your too big sweater barely covering your underwear as you annihilated a tub of Ben & Jerry’s cherry Garcia. Heathers played on the TV and Eddie grinned, dumping the bag of groceries he’d picked up on his way home on the kitchen counter. 

“Cute butt,” he said in way of greeting, gesturing to the tiny Pac-Man ghosts that were printed across the cotton of your underwear. You grumbled and pulled your sweater down lower, offering him the tub as he slumped down beside you. “Didn’t you have a date?”

You glared at him as he took your spoon and shovelled some of the ice cream into his mouth and he stared back with wide eyes as he mumbled an offended, “what?!”

“Yes, I was supposed to have a date,” you huffed, stealing the spoon back and licking off the melting pink sugar that was running down the handle. “But seeing as you’ve found me drowning my sorrows in ice cream I can’t fucking afford—”

“—in your pants,” Eddie cut in with a smirk.

“—in my pants,” you glared at him before continuing, “d’you think my date went well?”

 Eddie pouted and curled his hand around your ankles, pulling your legs until they were draped on his lap. You pouted back, passing the spoon and digging your feet between his thighs, seeking out the warmth he possessed even in the coldest of months. 

“What happened?” He asked gently, and when he saw your frown deepen, he straightened up, setting you with a look that made your toes curl. “Did he hurt you? Do I need to—”

“No! No,” you sighed, placated by the fact you knew Eddie would do some serious harm for you, even when you discouraged it. “He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t even show up. Restaurant was packed, it was mortifying. Stupid valentines decorations were everywhere and I had to walk out alone through a curtain of fucking pink hearts.”

You shoved another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, mournful. 

Eddie’s expression turned incredulous and his hands curled around your calf, smoothing upupup from your ankles until he held you tight, hands warm and a comfort on your skin. 

“Fuckin’ dickwad,” he fumed, cheeks pink with annoyance. “Dude doesn’t know what he’s missing out on, babe, trust me - you can do way better than him.”

You flushed at his compliment, his sweetness, the term of endearment. You shrugged, glancing down at your stupid underwear and the sweater that you weren’t really sure who it belonged to. Maybe Eddie? Could’ve been Steve’s, but you were almost certain you’d stolen it from Robin’s bedroom after too many vodka shots—

“M’hardly a catch,” you said pathetically and fuck, maybe you were feeling too sorry for yourself but it was nice to see when Eddie threw his head back, scoffing, all amateur dramatics. 

He clutched a hand to his chest, curls all wild as he turned to look at you, leaning in and digging his fingers into the space behind your knee until you squealed at him, grinning. 

“Are you fuckin’ with me?” He asked you, looking at you like you’d told him the sky was green. “You’re a total smoke show, c’mon now, behave yourself.”

 You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile and you let out a noise of protest when Eddie leapt up from the sofa, going back to his grocery bag on the countertop. He dug around as you peered at him from over the back of the couch, brows furrowed as you waited. 

“I know it’s not a steak dinner with some hand action in the backseat of a shitty car,” Eddie grinned, salacious, eyebrows wiggling when you groaned, “but here, happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

He threw you something small and wrapped, your hands reaching out to catch it clumsily and you grinned as you inspected the surprise present. A packet of candy hearts, the kind that had little messages inked on them, all sour sugar and pastel colouring. 

 “Teddy,” you cooed at the boy, adoring the way his cheeks flushed pink as he flung himself back over the sofa to push himself next to you. You pushed a gentle finger to his cheekbone, squeaked when he pretended to chomp at it. “You’re a secret romantic aren’t you? Wait until I tell Steve.”

“I’ll deny everything,” Eddie informed you curtly, but he was smiling as he took the ice cream run from you, setting the melting treat on the coffee table. “You gonna share?”

You answered by ripping open the candy, handing him one after you inspected the baby blue heart with its faded message. 

‘UR CUTE.’

Eddie grinned and popped it into his mouth, grimacing when the sugar fizzed against his tongue, staining it blue. “If the shoe fits, am I right?”

You smiled, teasing. “You’re okay,” you lied and maybe the boy saw right through it ‘cause he smirked and knocked his knee against your own. 

Eddie unwrapped the next one and snorted, holding it up by his fingertips for you to read. ‘BE HAPPY,’ it declared and before you could protest, Eddie pushed it to your lips and you made a noise of protest before biting down. 

“God, have they always tasted this awful?” You grimaced at the artificial sweetness, the sour fizz that twinged at the inside of your cheeks. 

He laughed and nodded. “Probably.” 

The next candy heart that fell into your palm made your heart stutter and you cleared your throat, suddenly more nervous than you’d ever been in front of the boy. 

‘KISS ME.’

Maybe it was your shitty non-date, maybe it was impatience, maybe it was all those years of longing and wanting and staring and crushing hard. 

Maybe. 

You handed Eddie the heart with not much fanfare, your legs tucked up to your chest, shins pressed to his side, legs tucked under his thighs. Warm, close, comforting, familiar. You tried not to burn from the inside out when he took it, reading the message with his cheeks matching the pink candy. His gaze flickered up to you, lips a little parted, like he’d let out a gasp you couldn’t hear. 

He pursed his lips and stared back at the heart in his hand, like he was weighing up his options. You expected him to shove it into his mouth, crunch down on it and destroy the evidence, but he didn’t, and you really weren’t sure if that was making you feel better or worse. 

“Uh,” Eddie coughed, his voice raspier than it had been. “Is that a suggestion? Or a bad joke?” He looked back at you, pupils blown wide like he couldn’t help himself, like he was already thinking about what you’d taste like. “Or an order… ‘cause I know you’re a little bossy, babe, but sometimes you’re hard to read and—”

You pressed your palm to his lips, shutting him up as you tried not to curl up with the embarrassment of it all. Your chest felt too tight, your heartbeat sitting in your throat and suddenly you were so fucking aware that you were sitting in your underwear with your roommate, best friend, and oh my god you were absolutely in love with him. 

This was a bad idea. 

But you did it anyway. 

“Eddie,” you blurted out, voice a little higher than it had been before, because, oh shit, you were panicking. “Jesus, shut up, okay?”

Eddie stared at you wide eyed and you could feel how soft and warm his lips were against the skin of your palm and the thought of it made your stomach flip. But he nodded and you pulled your hand away, only to rest it between you both on the top of your knee. 

You stared back, lips parted like you were ready to speak but you couldn’t bring yourself to get the words out. What were you supposed to say? I love you? I want you? Can you kiss me out of pity ‘cause I tried to date a guy who was the opposite of you and he didn’t even show up? 

Each option made your throat feel too tight. But Eddie waited and waited and waited and eventually he saw your eyes soften and your chest hitch and you were looking at his lips. 

He blew out a breath, slid a rough, guitar string scarred hand up along your leg until his fingers curled around yours and he was looking at your lips too. 

“Babe—” he started, gentle, fond, knowing. “Can I—?”

You’d moved before Eddie could finish, leaning in to meet him halfway and he tasted like cherries and fizzy sugar. He groaned at the contact, your lips pushed to his and he wasted no time in cupping the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your knees were crushed between your chest and his. You were clumsy about it, neither wanting to interrupt what had been started, moving to your knees as Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist so he could haul you onto his lap. 

He was sweet about it, as sweet as the candy, his nose pressed to your cheek as he kissed you deep and slow, like you both had all the time in the world, which maybe you did. His hand covered your jaw, thumb sweeping over your cheek before it tugged at your bottom lip, silently asking you to open for him and when you did, he moaned, a pretty sound that made you swipe your tongue over his. 

You were both breathing hard when you pulled away, chests heaving, your hands in Eddie’s hair and god, you weren’t sure when that happened. You watched as the boy licked over his bottom lip, glossy from you, as if he was chasing the taste. 

“Y’know,” Eddie grinned, breathless, “if I knew that would happen over some candy, I’d have bought you a whole damn store the first day I met you.”

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: Part 7

DPxDC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Sibling AU

Masterpost Previous Next

Part 7

"I saw you!"

"Good morning, Wes."

"What were you doing with Bruce Wayne?"

"...nothing?"

"I know he's Batman. And I saw you on the roof!"

"Whoa! Fentoina met Batman? Where you swapping super hero secrets? Did the Butts match?" Dash interjected, not believing a word Wes said.

Danny rolled his eyes as hard as he could, threw a few extra sausages on his plate and went to sit down.

"I think Wes is dreaming of me," Danny informed them.

"Oh no," Sam said, oh so helpfully.

Tucker stared down at his breakfast plate containing various meats. "Uh, creepy? "

"Maybe it's more like astrial projection, he was definitely asleep when I left, and when I got back, but he knew what I was doing."

"Oh, no."

"Sam!"

"You realize he probably already had abilities, and we just didn't notice because Amity Park?" She pointed out.

"Well, I'm realizing. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

"Can we not trauma dump over breakfast?"

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Edward Lancer had assumed that the lack of 'I'm technically an adult so's were because his students understood the dangers of Gotham. He was wrong, they had simply been waiting for the most effective moment to utterly crumble his argument. That was how one group was split into 4, one for each chaperone.

His group had been in a former supervillain's lair (and it was a lair, even Edward knew what a lair felt like.) for hours. Technically rehabilitated, sure, Edward wasn't going to judge the doctor for past actions, but he wasn't going to feel safe until he left the gardens either.

Ms. Manson didn't seem to mind as she regarded the next plant in the line. She would consider it for a few moments, say some things to the friends that trailed behind her and either move on, or have a one-sided? conversation with it. Tucker and Daniel had their hands clasped behind their backs like young children, they had not touched anything since arriving at the garden. Wes was regarding them all suspiciously, but seemed to be growing tired. The rest of the group had left when another Casper High group arrived, finished the garden tour in a normal hour, and had decided to go somewhere else.

Edward was not suprised when Dr. Pamela Isley strolled purposefully down the aisle, directly to where Samantha stood. Lancer missed whatever the two women had said to each other in his rush to get closer.

"Nah, I fall closer to winter than anything. The Green tends to take offense to my existence." Mr. Fenton told the Doctor. She nodded agreeably and looked to Mr. Foley.

"Same as him but with Tech. I've never tried doing something with plants and I don't plan too."

She looked to Edward, he froze.

"He's just a teacher." Said Ms. Manson, and the lair's owner turned her attention away from him. He it would probably feel offensive if he didn't feel so relieved.

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Damian should not have his phone on him; he was in class. His phone buzzed, and Damian was glad he'd chosen to ignore the rule.

Dany had sent a picture, a selfie. In it he was clearly trying not to laugh as Condiment King rampages in the background.

Dany: do I do something? With a little thyme I'm sure I can mustard something up.

Damian almost double checked that a sibling hadn't rearaged his contacts, but the selfie proved this was all Dany... who was facing Condiment King as a civilian...

He did not have time to alert Signal before the next text was received.

Dany:kszkksskmssbsh

Damian: Dany?! Do you require medical assistance?!

Dany: I'm good lmao

Dany: the man sauced Lancer

Dany: one sec

-Dany sent a video-

Damian raised his hand, asking to be excused. Far too much time passed before he reached a place he could watch it in peace. He could not be interrupted if he was to coordinate a plan of action. He pressed play.

The Condiment King sat shamefaced in a restaurant seat as Dany's teacher lectured him on life choices. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said over the snickers from his classmates. The video panned over the briefly before ending. Wait... was that... ?!

Damian: Dany...

Dany: I spell it with 2 n's

Damian: Danny...

Dany: yes?

Damian: that is Poison Ivy at your table...

Dany: She took us out for lunch :D!

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This guy was an idiot, Dash thought. He and Kwan had cut through an alley, and now this guy was trying to rob them; at knife point! Them! Two burly football players from Amity Park, and this guy was trying to rob them with this little 4 inch knife!

"Uh, no thanks," Kwan said in disbelief.

"I said hand over your—"

Dash tilted his head, "Buddy, the Box Ghost is more threatening than this,"

"I'm pretty sure the box knife is sharper too," Kwan added. "We need to be on the other side of this alley, so if you could do this later?"

The man sputtered and aimed at Kwan, taking the polite dismissal like fighting words. Kwan rolled his eyes, sidestepping, and Dash snatched the knife out of his hand.

They kept walking, continuing the discussion on how football would be different in college.

The man didn't try to stop them again.

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Lester: Great news!

Mikey: ?

Lester: My greatest fear is no longer failing the STAs!

Mikey: makes sense, since we already took it. Mikey: What made you realize?

Lester: Oh, some guy with a bag on his head gassed the street.

Mikey: that's why my parents said I couldn't go.

Lester: Fright's sword was worse to be honest, Our group is heading back to the hotel to sleep it off.

Mikey: How's that?

Lester: Not the first time I've been in a vehicle with shadow monsters.

Lester: Did you see they're making a Doom the Movie?

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"I disarmed it,"

"You disarmed it," the officer repeated

"Yeah," the young woman sounded more like she was saying 'duh' . "Wasn't even that complicated! I didn't even need Star's help."

"It was a lame bomb." The blond, Star, agreed.

"Super lame! Everyone always makes Gotham out to be soooo dangerous, but a toddler could dismantle this!" The Latina woman kicked some electrical components with a high heeled foot. "Let's get out of here, find some place interesting!"

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* group chat created *

Danny: A group chat with 47 people, delightful

Dick (this is his name lol): It's not that bad...

Tim: sibling groupchat

Danny: Cool, can I add my sisters?

* multiple people are typing *

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Only 2 of 4 chaperones still have adequate knowledge of where their group has split off to. Lancer because he is hypervigulant and half his group went joined another group.

Group 2's chaperone because they got gassed and decided it was a good day for a midday nap and their students agreed.

Everyone else is in the wind and will show up at dinner.

STA stands for school testing acronym, I'm so creative!

@shyrebeldonutpickle *bonks you on the head with my creep stick* no threatening in my replies!

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[oddballwriter]

Like They've Seen a Ghost

Summary: You'll admit that the sight of you and the boys is certainly something interesting to witness. With them looking 'normal' and you being in your usual gothic style. But you would be lying if you said that seeing the reactions and interactions wasn't funny.

Warnings: The reader is implied to wear heavy makeup. Gender neutral/non-specified reader who is referred to pronoun-wise using they/them. 

Author’s Snip: Goths, rise! I have food for you!

Notes: I lowkey roast e-girls and I'm sorry but this is truly for the trad/post goths. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,057

You were used to it. The disapproving look on old people as they walk past. People laughing and whispering to each other, or just outright saying it regardless of being in earshot or not. Parents diverting their kid's attention when they were innocently looking at you. Cat calls. Jokes. Comments. All that. And you never really cared. That's how they live and if they have a problem with you even though you aren't doing anything to them then they'll have to figure that out for themselves.

Some people didn't really mind. More so, they just stare at you. Sometimes very obviously. But you don't mind that either. You're sure that if you were like them and saw someone like you you'd definitely stare for a bit too. It was amusing in a way. But it was even more amusing when you saw them reacting to you when you were out with your very 'normal' looking boyfriends.

Upon walking into a bookstore with Steven once and finding a section that caught your attention, you were quick to over hear some whispers in the shelf behind you.

"Don't stare. That's rude." you heard a woman hiss under her breath. "Sorry. But like... look at them." another female voice said back in a matching volume whisper, "I could never." she commented. "Jenny!" the previous woman scolded. Jenny was quick to defend her words, "No. No. I mean like, I could never be on that level of I don't give a fuck. I find it cool that they can.". Her friend stays silent and Jenny says something else, "Good on their boyfriend for not giving a damn either. If I were dating a goth person I would be embarrassed being with them and not matching.".

That prompts you to glance at Steven. Who is very much occupied with reading the synopsis of the book he's looking at and clearly not listening, let alone aware of, to the two talking behind the two of you.

"They're actually kind of cute together." Jenny's friend remarks. You can assume that Jenny was nodding her head as she replied with "They really are. I honestly want what they have." before you hear them move on to some other section of the store.

The one memorable time with Marc and someone catching sight of the two of you together was when you and him went out to eat on a date. You weren't expecting to eat anywhere and would have liked a heads-up before putting on your usual makeup look. But hey, you wore mostly smear-proof stuff and could fix anything after.

Matter of fact that's what you had just got done doing in the bathroom mirror of the bathroom before leaving. You did get your share of looks while in there but again, you didn't care. It wasn't until you left the bathroom to where Marc was waiting that you really got something.

"Holy shit I wasn't expecting that." a guy says at a nearby table. You can hear his buddies asking what he means and the guy responds, "Don't look, but that this guy near the bathrooms was waiting on a goth.". The sound of the restaurant wasn't drowning out his voice but they did with whatever his friends are saying but you get the idea when he said "No. Not like those girls who wear stripes and draw hearts on their cheeks with eyeliner. A real one. The ones that wear black lace and have the full look.", "Just wait when they walk away to the door. You'll see." he says.

You can tell that Marc heard him talking and wanted to say something, but you touch his shoulder and shake your head to tell him to let it go and that it's fine.

When you did walk out you were able to catch Marc glaring at the guys, but as long as he wasn't picking a fight and they weren't actually causing problems it was okay.

"Fucking redneck version of the lost boys." you hear Marc insult under his breath. earning a chuckle from you.

The time with Jake was funnier than anything though. Jake had actually gone out to a goth club with you, wanting to get a taste of what it's like in "the bat caves" as he jokingly called it. It was a blast of course. You had your boyfriend there, and honestly, he already wears dark colors and knows and likes the music from listening to it with you, so he bends right in. You also think it was a bit of the gloves too.

Anyway, the party was over and it was late, so you were about to head to the car when Jake remembered something. "Wait hold on. I know a donut truck that's nearby." he said.

Upon walking down the block the other way, you found a food truck that stood alone just off the sidewalk and was lit up with some people already around it. When you got there Jake called out a greeting to what seemed to be the owner who greeted him right back. "Jake! My boy! It's been a while!" the older man said before catching the sight of you and blurting out "Holy shit!" before apologizing.

Jake points at you and says "That's more partner." as an introduction. "Oh, wow! You didn't tell me you were dating one of those." the man says, "If I had know I would have had a spooky donut for you." he says to you, clearly as a joke but he can tell that it doesn't really land. "I'm sorry. I'm bad a jokes. But seriously what can I get you kids." he says.

After ordering and walking away with your food, the guy, who you now know as Tony, yells out to Jake, "Ay Jake! Remember to eat some red meat after tonight! It helps with recovering from giving blood." he says before you hear him laughing at his own joke.

"Is he always like that?" you ask. Jake nods with a smile as he takes a bite out of his donut. "Yeah. Every night. The apartments across the street fucking hate him but they can't do anything because he feeds most of the graveyard shift cops." Jake explains, "And also he's Tony. Everyone likes Tony." he adds and you just go with it.

[ohlawdthebirds]

The Heaviest Burdens

FREE PALESTINE FOREVER!!!

Good heavens, here is my (incredibly late) entry for @glitterypirateduck Ghost challenge. I used prompts 34, 47, 74, 80, 86, and 95. Hope y'all enjoy.

Platonic!141 x Reader; Ghost x Reader later on in the story (can also be read as platonic).

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, you find yourself at your wits end. Good thing your teammates are there to take care of you. And it's especially good that Ghost is there too.

CW: oh, this gets ANGSTY. Mentions of death, blood, mental breakdowns, and suicidal ideations.

The song that dragged me through this fic:

Returning to base after a mission was always rough. The trip back was typically silent, even if things went right. You and your teammates dreaded coming back to the mountain of paperwork that would undoubtedly crowd your desk for the better part of a week. Everyone had their routines when they got back: Price would nurse a cigar and lock himself in his office. Soap would pull out a journal and sketch until his pencil ran dull. Gaz would lose himself in a book or whatever hobby craft he’d decided to pick up that month. Ghost had a penchant for disappearing somewhere on base, only to turn up a few days later. You suspected he hid out in Soap’s room, but never bothered to check. Your ritual was a simple one: gearing down and meticulously cleaning your gear. Everything from your tac vest to your boots was scrubbed of dirt and debris, before being packed away for your next mission. It was something you looked forward to doing, a way to literally cleanse yourself from all that had happened.

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The mission had been…horrible wasn’t a strong enough word. A hostage deal gone wrong; more blood spilled than saved. It was a literal mess, one that left more wounds than anticipated. The evac back to base was silent, no one daring to even look at each other. Price released you all to your respective rooms once the heli landed.

You trudged along, not stopping until you reached your room and locked the door behind you. The blood on your uniform had dried completely by that point, leaving dark red splotches across your arms, chest, and legs. It cracked and flaked off the more you moved. For a moment you stood in your room, too afraid to shift even the slightest bit.

The blood on your uniform was not your own. It was a hostage’s, a man that had been ripped from his normal life and thrust into danger. During the mission he’d told you about his family, the restaurant he wanted to open when all was said and done. You’d promised him you would visit his restaurant whenever it opened. The mission went south soon after that, with the militia group you were supposed to go after opening fire. Nearly none of the hostages made it. The only survivors were badly wounded and would carry deep-rooted scars with them for the rest of their lives. During ex-fil you saw the body of the man who told you his hopes and dreams. Your stomach curdled at the sight of him face down in a pool of his own blood. It was all you could do to keep from puking as your team filed into the chopper.

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You gathered all of the cleaning supplies you used after every mission: hydrogen peroxide for the blood stains, laundry detergent for the dirt, a towel to lay everything down on, and washcloths and a toothbrush to scrub everything out. Once they were gathered in your arms, you set off for the communal bathrooms. Being that it was the middle of the night and dawn wasn’t for a good few hours, the bathroom was empty. You laid everything out on the countertop next to the sink and began stripping off your gear.

Well.

You tried to, at least.

Your gloves came off just fine. The buckles and straps on both sides of your tac vest, however, didn’t budge. Yanking at the Velcro did nothing. In fact, it seemed to tighten your vest even more. You sucked in a deep breath before giving up on the vest and moving on to something else. But even as you attempted to unbuckle your belt to take off your cargo pants, the leather stuck itself into the loops and tugging on it made it worse. You were sure you were going crazy; maybe it was the emotional toll of this particular mission that had you feeling scrambled and like everything was too tight, too close, too restricting. The final straw came in the form of your shoelaces being knotted too tightly and thus making it impossible for you to even slip off your boots.

A strangled noise erupted from your throat, something between a scream and a sob. It was too much. It was all too much. The mission, the way you couldn’t even wash away the blood of a good man, the way you knew this would happen again with whatever Laswell assigned your team next. It was entirely too much.

You collapsed to the floor. Sobs freely escaped you now with no fear of anyone finding you in the bathroom. At least, that’s what you figured until the door was shoved open. Price stepped in, eyes immediately finding your form crumpled to the ground. He was quick to kneel at your side, trying to assess whether or not you were about to collapse from an injury. Just as soon as you were about to lie and tell him you were fine, in rushed the rest of your teammates. There was no use lying then. They gathered around you, each of them asking some variation of what was wrong or if you were hurt. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in a shaky breath.

“I’m fine,” you answered, “I just…I can’t get my uniform off.”

“That all, then? Why the crying?” Price asked.

Holding back more tears, you replied “The blood, it’s…it’s that guy, the- the one who wanted to open a restaurant once we got him to safety but…he’s dead, Price, he’s dead and his blood is on me, and I think it’s gonna be on me forever.”

You were full-on bawling by that point, fat teardrops rolling down your face and spilling onto the tile under your head.

“He’s dead and his family will never get to see him again. And us…we got away. We get away every time. We get hit with a few bullets, sure, but we always make it. Our one job was to keep those hostages alive, and we couldn’t manage that. And now there are families mourning loved ones they’ll never see again, and I can’t get this STUPID VEST OFF!”

Your teammates were silent, watching as you sobbed and feebly tried to wriggle out of your tac vest. Ghost was the first to intervein, laying his hands gently atop yours. You allowed him to move your hands back down to your sides before he fiddled with the buckles and Velcro straps of your vest. To your surprise, it all came loose in his grasp. The vest was slipped from over your head and put to the side. Soap and Price followed Ghost’s lead, Soap working on your belt and Price making quick work of your bootlaces. Everything was removed and handed over to Gaz, who’d taken notice of the set up on the counter and was working to get every stain off your uniform.

You laid there, on the cold tile, aided by your teammates. At one point, Ghost and Soap had gathered paper towels from the dispenser next to the sink and ran them under water until they were damp. They both squatted next to you and wiped the dried blood from your skin. It was something close to a baptism, a rebirth. The grime was scrubbed from your skin and soul. Ghost grabbed a new bunch of paper towels, ran them under cool water, and gently scrubbed the dirt and tears from your face.

You sniffled, inwardly cringing at just how pathetic you felt. This was your job, right? This wasn’t anything new to you, so there was no reason for it to affect you this much. And yet, as you thought of the man who told you his hopes and dreams, your eyes couldn’t help but well up once more. Ghost took notice of the way your eyes glossed over. He pressed the towels against your eyelids, drawing up the tears before they could spill.

“Let’s get you back to your room, yeah? Gaz, y’almost done with the gear?”

“Yep, just got the last stain out.”

Ghost grunted in approval. You sniffed once more before shifting on the tiles and standing up. Everyone followed suit, Gaz and Soap gathering your gear and cleaning supplies while Price and Ghost flanked either side of you. The trek out the bathroom and back to your barrack was a quiet one. No one dared breathe a word, not even to crack a joke at you being in nothing but a sweaty shirt, underwear, and socks.

Ghost pushed open your door and stepped back to let you enter. You did, albeit quite stiffly, and came to an awkward stop in the middle of the room. What were you even supposed to do now? It felt wrong to let yourself rest after failing to save the lives you were entrusted with. Your teammates made the decision for you, Gaz and Ghost storing your gear and cleaning supplies away, Soap clicking on your string lights, bathing the room in a warm glow. Price steered you towards your desk chair instead of your bed, a decision you were grateful for. Ghost soon slipped from the room. You didn’t bother commenting on it.

When little else could be done, your teammates readied themselves to leave the room. As they left, they made a point to touch you in some way: Price, a pat on the shoulder; Soap, a light punch against your bicep; Gaz, a quick squeeze to your hand. You were left alone, listening to the hum of the building around you, the water pipes creaking in the walls and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. To say you felt numb was the understatement of the century. You could still hear the echoes of screaming and gunfire, could still smell the blood and smoke. The room around you faded into nothingness. You were content to be stuck in a void of your own creation until a knock on the open door startled you.

You looked up, only to be met with the sight of three very weird things:

Ghost’s face. His bare face, devoid of both his mask and the black grease paint normally smeared over his eyes. Scars were etched throughout his skin, a particularly long one running from the top of his right lip to the bottom of his chin.

Ghost holding two steaming mugs of tea, a book tucked underneath his arm.

Ghost wearing gray sweatpants and…

“Is that my shirt?” You croaked out.

Ghost’s torso was draped in the fabric of a comically large shirt that you’d gotten from a concert a few years back. It was a band you’d been dying to see and when you went to buy merch, the only thing the vendors had left was a t-shirt nearly the size of a blanket. You rarely wore it, always having to fold and tie it up to make it even remotely wearable. Ghost fared no better. Even with his impressive stature the shirt pooled around his neck, falling to the middle of his thighs.

“Nabbed it from your closet earlier. Looked comfortable.”

A strained chuckle left you. Ghost nudged the door closed and walked closer. Once he came nearer, he placed one of the mugs on the desk behind you, before heading towards your closet once more. He dug around for a moment before unearthing a plain cotton shirt and sweatpants that matched his own. Ghost tossed them over to you and leaned further into the closet.

“Y’can change. M’not lookin’.”

You complied, peeling your shirt from your torso and pulling on the shirt and sweatpants.

“You can look now,” You said.

Ghost leaned back out and shut the closet door. He moved back and sat on the edge of your bed. He cracked open his book, sipped at his tea, and for a moment you were sure you were losing your mind. How did you go from being covered in gore to the domestic scene in front of you?

“W-what are you doing?”

Ghost quirked a brow at you. “Readin’ about America’s war crimes. Lotta CIA-backed coups in here. More than I thought, really.”

“No, I mean what are you doing here in my room? You don’t…” You trailed off.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finished.

The soft thump of his book shutting didn’t startle you. What did was the way Ghost leaned in, eyes locked on yours. It was the most amount of direct eye contact you had ever received from him and good heavens was it unnerving.

“D’you remember a few months back, when I twisted my ankle during ex-fil? And instead of waiting for me to hobble on, you threw me over your shoulder and booked it to the helo?”

“So what, is this your way of breaking even? D’you feel like you owe me or something?”

Ghost shook his head. “Nah, none of the sort. But you came through for me. You…you normally do. Figured it was time to do the same.”

You picked up the mug from the desk, letting its warmth seep into your fingers. Ghost had made a cuppa similar to his, black tea with a generous helping of milk and sugar. You sipped at it, oddly comforted by the taste.

“This is good,” you mumbled, more to the cup than the man in front of you. Ghost nodded, picked up his book, and resumed reading. It wasn’t until you were met with the dregs and the bottom of your mug that you spoke again.

“Ghost? D’you ever think you’re in the wrong line of work?”

Ghost halted. You caught the way his grip tightened on his book ever so slightly. He didn’t respond. On a normal day, you would’ve just let it go, let the question hang unanswered in the air. But your day had been far from normal.

“I just…I know no one really wants to join the armed forces, but they do so for one reason or another. I joined because I had nothing else going on. I didn’t know if university would work out and figured I may be of some use here. And you wanna know something, Ghost?”

Your fingers clenched around your mug.

“I didn’t think I would live this long. Figured I’d be taken out, whether it be by my own hand or someone else’s. It’s all so unfair…those hostages had lives, they had dreams, and they had hope. Me? I don’t have that. Haven’t for a while. So why do I get to come home in one piece while they don’t?”

Tears welled up in your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that night. A few escaped, sliding down your chin and neck. You didn’t bother wiping them away.

“Why do I get to live when I don’t deserve to? We…we kill for a living, Ghost! We take orders from higher-ups who get to decide who’s the bad guy and who’s not, and we have to listen because that’s what we’re paid to do. But these are real people with real lives, and we failed them!”

You were sobbing once more, tears now running freely. The mug slipped from your hands and dropped to the floor. You paid it no mind, hunching over and curling into yourself as best you could on the desk chair. Ghost placed his book aside, moving to your side in one large step. He crouched to the floor, something his knees vehemently disagreed with. In a move that shocked you, Ghost gently clasped your arms and brought you up from the chair. He steered you in the direction of your bed, waiting until you sank down on the mattress. You laid back into your pillows. Ghost joined you, waiting until your sobbing calmed into unsteady hiccups. He brought up the edge of his (technically your) shirt and blotted away your tears.

“I don’t know what to tell you. Wish I did,” Ghost lamented. “This is all I’ve known for quite some time now, and I don’t know if I know how to do anything else. If it’s any help to you, at least you know you’re still got a heart.”

You looked over at him through bleary eyes.

“What’s that mean?” “Means you’ve still got your humanity. I’d be more worried if this didn’t bother you.”

“And what about you? Does it all bother you?” Ghost was quiet for a moment before answering.

“It does.”

 You shifted onto your side, nestling your face into your pillow.

“If you weren’t here…if you weren’t with the SAS, what would you be doing? And don’t say you’re not sure. Just…give me something, anything.”

A hum rumbled somewhere deep in Ghost’s chest.

“Think I’d be a dog-sitter. Just hang out with dogs all day.”

You let out a shaky giggle. “Yeah, that sounds like you. You’re always hanging around Riley.”

“What about you? I know you said uni wouldn’t have worked out, but what else would you wanna do?”

You thought about it for a long moment. “I think…I think being an astronaut would be cool. Getting to float around in space, getting to discover new planets, aliens and stuff. I’d like that.”

“Aliens huh?”

“Yeah. Aliens,” you say.

Ghost shifted on his back. He lifted a huge arm up and over, letting it dangle just above your head. It took you a moment to realize he was inviting you to lean into him. You accepted, scooching in and letting your face rest against his side. Ghost dropped his arm and let it rest against your back, his hand drifting up and down your spine.

You think back over the day, the pain and death surrounding you. Never did you think it would result in this softness, this care enveloping you. You felt exhaustion inching throughout your mind and body, quickly beckoning you into sleep. You nestled into Ghost’s side further.

“Ghost?”

He hummed, nearing sleep himself.

“Thank you.”

Ghost didn’t reply. He simply held you tighter.

[cosmicanemoia]

Nights Like This

Ava Coleman x Reader

Inspired by Kehlani's song, Nights Like This.

"He dated me for five years, but I only dated him for 2"

The reason: you were together at the time, you see signs but you ignore them because you trust her, and when you found out and confront her, she didn't deny or even tried to apologise, but instead justify her action and calls it quit with you saying "Let's be real, we both know we ain't gonna last this long" with that she turns her back walking away from you and leaving you in tears.

Five years of relationship and it ended for a few seconds just like that. The first two years were great, but it started to strain on the third, that's when she met her boy toy, now boyfriend. She managed to lie and lie, the hiding, and sneaking out went out for years, but she got sloppy and you accidentally found out when she made reservations for both at the same time.

"Hi. Uh this table is reserved for me and my girlfriend" you said to the guy who sat opposite you. "No. This is the table reserved for me and my girlfriend" when Ava arrived, the guy grabbed her hands and kissed her, calling her sweetie. You watch in horror trying to figure out what's happening in front of your very eyes. Flashbacks started flooding your mind, showing the all the signs and reason for the scene in front of you, and all you could mutter was "I'm such an idiot" you scoff and started to collect your things before a tear starts to fall from your eyes and went out the restaurant.

Ava followed you outside. "Hey babe--" ava started talking but you cut her off "Don't babe me. I'm such a fucking idiot. How can you do this to me?" She didn't answer. You face her and lock eyes with her "How long?-- How long have you been seeing him behind my back?--" You wait for her answer, "I don't know three years, maybe" she said without remorse, your jaw drop by the revelation "oh- my- god-" you put your hand on your mouth, your breathing heavily "you should have broken up with me, instead of rubbing it in my face" she yelled at you "I didn't meant for you to find out!" "Oh. So you don't plan on telling me. Hey girlfriend I secretly have a boyfriend and I don't want you to find out" you mock "I love you and I really like him. I don't wanna hurt you" she said and you scoff "That's very foolish of you" you tell her and it triggered her "Let's be real, we both know we ain't gonna last this long" then she left and went in the restaurant to continue living her merry life, and your left with a hole in your heart.

Her obsession in climbing the social ladder makes her a cheater. And you can't hate her for being ambitious and doing anything she wants just because, even if you can, you won't, and you would never because you love her way too much more than you should. Maybe you failed showing her how much she meant to you or maybe she just didn't saw.

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You now run a non profit organisation with your friends who are also your colleagues from your actual job.

You are a ghost writer. Not caring much about the publicity or fame, you love being a ghost writer. Though sometimes people convince you to agree to be credited and have your name along with the other writers, they said only few people look for the writers nowadays. You agreed in the end, but you told them they have to use your pen name and not your actual name or else you're out.

The songs and stories you ghost write are doing pretty great and are instantly becoming a hit and more request comes your way.

You and your friends were out celebrating your joint success and you all agreed to give back to the community.

You and your colleagues ended up deciding to do a Charity event rather than choosing to donate to just one establishment.

Every teacher and principal are invited. All kinds of people who works at a school is encouraged to attend.

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Gregory, Jacob, and Janine, were sitting on the sofa in the teacher's lounge while Barbara and Melissa sat in their usual spot.

Janine suddenly stands up and squealed eagerly "check it out. There's a charity ball and we should all attend" Ava walks in unnoticed

It was Janine's idea to attend. She was scrolling through her phone and she saw her feed flooded by the news of the upcoming event. One or the only best idea she's ever had. But Ava heard it "Oh. I was just about to tell you that. We all should come. It'll be fun, seeing you all dressed up and looking nice tonight" she looks over at Gregory "looking forward to seeing you in a suit, young idris" she proceed to wink at him and look at the camera to give it a wink too.

Janine frowned "the ball is on Friday night. It's still Tuesday" Ava looked at her up and down with a pout on her face "that's literally what I said"

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and everyone dispersed. Everyone went to get their kids or went right to their classroom. Ava went to her office and open her laptop checking the charity ball Janine was talking about.

She saw the poster and the slogan. She thinks its well made, pretty, and inviting. She didn't read all the details and just skimmed it for the date and the theme. She didn't see your name on it, she didn't know you were one of the hosts.

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The night of the charity ball have arrived.

Everyone looks elegant. People converse with each other while waiting for the hosts to start the event.

After a minutes of waiting for others to arrive you decided to kick start the event so you walk up the stage and tap the microphone, checking if its on or working.

You cleared your throat and speak loudly and clearly "Hello, Beautiful people. I just want to steal your attention for a brief moment. I am Y/N Y/L/N. I am one of your hosts tonight and I invited generous people whom you can ask for money and get the fund you needed for projects or supplies you want to have at your school. Let's get this party started, and oh- one more thing, don't be shy to ask for the stars. Have a good one everyone, we have an open bar."

Everyone applaud and cheers. A whoo and a whoop whoop here and there, high fives all around, and loud whistles.

Janine, Barbara, Melissa, Gregory, and Jacob walk towards you and surrounds you. They introduce themselves and the school they teach from. You shook each of their hands and you listen to their stories.

You were convinced you were going to help and donate at Abbott elementary. Not because of their sob stories but because the genuinity you feel coming off their vibes and the way they talk about the students. They truly love and care for them.

Another school steal your attention from them, so you excuse yourself to listen to the others and give them their chance.

When you were away from them, they noticed that someone was missing from their group. So they scan the area and they saw their boss, the principal of Abbot Elementary, Ava Coleman, is sitting in the open bar. They all decided to walk up to the open bar.

"I'm okay. No need to check on me" she said without turning her head to look at them. Melissa snorts and Barbara grinned "I'm just here to enjoy and get shit-faced, kid" Melissa replied. "It is an open bar after all" Barbara added.

After one too many drinks they told Ava to talk to you and use her charm on you, unaware of the past you shared, their convincing her to woo you, so you would help and donate to the school they all care for.

Ava did what she was told, convince that she should at least give it a try and that she'll lose nothing, anyway.

"What's up?" She nodded in your direction. You chuckled "we don't have to do this. You can just ignore me all you want. I assure you it won't affect my decision" she looks away from you so you look at her and for a moment you thought she was contemplating saying sorry, but alas, it was indeed just in your head "OK. Thanks hottie" she starts to walk away from you "You're welcome. Shawty" you shouted for her to hear, you know she heard you and she did, but she didn't look back or acknowledge your statement she just kept walking away from you, again.

"That was fast" Janine complimented which made Ava scoff, "Do you too know each other well?" Jacob asked and everyone turns their attention to Ava looking at her with anticipation "What?!" She said in a high pitched tone. Everyone looks at her accusingly, she sigh in defeat "She told me, I should just ignore her and that we don't have to do that. She's my ex." Everyone groans and are shocked with the revelation.

"We're never gonna get that donation, are we?" Melissa said to everyone and to herself "Let's just hope she's not petty or vain enough to stop helping us because our principal broke her heart" She added and scoffs

"No. She's cool. She said it won't affect her decision.-- How did you know it was me who broke her heart?" Ava replied "Aren't you?" Gregory asked, she just look at them one by one and order a stronger drink to get her through the night.

You walk up on stage a little tipsy "Hi, people. Is everyone having fun?" Everyone cheered and shouted "YEAH!" You smiled to yourself "well let me add to the fun your having. I have a surprise guest. Everyone give a round of applause to my friend, Kehlani!"

Most of them cheered and applauded, standing up from their seats and walking closer to the stage, and some are shocked and kept where they were when you made the announcement with their jaws almost hitting the floor.

"Thanks babe. Good evening to you all. Here's a song I think you all know, what you didn't know is that she help wrote it with us" kehlani said on the microphone and points at you.

It was dark for a moment and all the lights went out until the song started playing and the small stage light up.

.......Thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him though. You took my feelings and just threw 'em out the window.......On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us.......You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up

Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no.......All them times I played the fool for you. Thinking we could put it back together, thought we had forever. You never see my point of view.......

Since the song started everything became a blur, 'I might have way too many drink' you smiled at yourself and went to the bathroom to wash you face.

Ava saw you making your way to the bathroom and without thinking her body moved on its own and decided to follow you there to check up on you.

When you lift your face up from the sink after splashing water on your face you saw a figure standing behind you, you took a paper towel and gently wipe the water off your face. Your vision cleared and the figure behind you was ava staring at your reflection.

She crept a hand on your back to try to give you comfort planning to ask how are you, but you dismissed her "Don't" and you walk out the bathroom leaving Ava dumbfounded.

A few seconds later you came back barging in the bathroom door. You walk up to her, you are now standing face to face, "I told you to ignore me. Why are you here? What do you want?" You stated, your voice laced with anger "I didn't know you know Kehlani and that you help wrote that bop" Ava said, always talking without thinking, a quality you once greatly admire.

You were quite for a moment, "You want to meet her." You look down and nodded. You look her in the eye and sigh you were about to say 'okay' but she speak first "I want you. I miss you. I'm sorry." her eyes glistened and you could feel she's mustering courage for what she's about to do, then she kisses you softly and gently, but you are not reacting or moving so she pulls away from you.

A tear was about to fall on her eye but before it happened you grabbed her hips and pushed her against the wall. You linger, your lips centimeters away from hers, you moved your nose to her neck and inhaled her scent "you copied my perfume" the heat of your breath on her neck makes her blush and have goosebumps. You slide your nose up and down her neck, teasing her.

"Please" she beg, desperation evident in the way she said it. Her arms start to wrap around your waist but you didn't let her, you grabbed her arms and pushed it beside her, "I didn't tell you, you could touch me" you said then you slide your tongue on the pulse point on her neck

"Please. Please. I'm begging you, just do it" she said while she's catching her breath, she seems like she just finished a long run "do what?" You tease her more.

"F- Fuck. Fuck me. Please." Her breath hitches. You kiss her neck then bite her and leave a mark. She let out a moan but it was quickly Interrupted when you finally kissed her on her lips.

You lift her up and sat her on the sink. You smirk to yourself thinking where this is going to go.

You heard the doorknob rattled and quickly pulled away from Ava, you look in the mirror and try to fix your posture, she jumps down the sink to do the same. It was Barbara, she came to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Barbara you're fired" Ava said jokingly, Barbara replied sarcastically "Sure. Dear"

Ava scans the bathroom looking for you, you already went out when you finished tidying yourself when you got Interrupted. She went out the bathroom when she didn't saw you, she scans the room and saw you slow dancing with someone.

You're dancing with the famous singer, your forehead clashing at each other while your arms are around her neck, and hers are around your waist, hands almost or actually touching your butt.

Ava stopped on her tracks when she saw you in somebody else's embrace. Her chest tightens and she's hurting. She gulped and tried hard to make her body move to the bar, and when she get there she ordered the strongest drink they could offer. She wants to spit it out and be disgusted but with the bitter drink, she also swallows the bitter truth. You were not hers anymore and she knows she's the reason why.

[dangerouslyclose]

Kiss Me- I.N

Pairing: I.N x fem!reader

Genre: Song Fic, Fluff

TW: None (let me know if there is something I missed)

Word Count: 1k

Song: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

“Do you remember when we first met?” Innie asked while pulling you closer under the covers. The movie playing in the background for your weekly movie night, long forgotten. You hummed in response, Innie pulling you from the edge of sleep. “I was so in awe when I first saw you I thought I was going to pass out. Chan hyung had to hold me up.” 

You giggled, “no way is that true.” 

“I swear!” Innie said, pulling back so he could look down into your eyes. There was a burning sincerity in them. “I saw you from across the room and my jaw literally dropped. I had never seen anyone so stunning in my life!”

“You’ve never looked in a mirror then,” you laughed out. 

Jeongin let out a loud laugh, “okay, that was good. But seriously, I was enchanted the moment I saw you. I knew that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t go over and talk to you. Then I finally looked at who you were with.”

You cringed at the memory, “That was literally the worst date I had ever been on. My friend had set me up on a blind date and I honestly don’t know where she found that creep.”

“I kept looking over at you throughout dinner and even though I had never met you before I watched you progressively get more and more uncomfortable. It was like I had known you my whole life and knew all of your small tells. I could tell by the way you kept twisting the ring on your finger that you were anxious.” Jeongin twisted the ring on your finger. “I could tell by the way you kept tucking the hair behind your ear that you were uncomfortable.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I could tell by the way you kept awkwardly laughing and then biting your lip that you were uneasy.” He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “But when I saw the way your eyes kept shifting to the exit, I knew I had to do something.” He sighed and brought you closer, placing your head onto his chest.

You relaxed into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. You smiled, “I was so thankful you came over. I honestly was about to fake a heart attack or something.”

 “Man, I would have loved to see that,” Innie chuckled, causing your head to bounce with his chest. You lightly smacked his chest, causing him to laugh more. “I don’t know where the courage came from. I am usually shy and quiet, but in that moment my body acted before I knew what I was doing.”

You lifted your head to look into his eyes with a grin, doing your best Innie impression, “come with me if you want to live.” Reaching your hand out to him like he did almost six months ago. You both burst out laughing. 

After the laughter died down Jeongin smiled, “I didn’t know what to say. It worked though didn’t it?”

“I think at that moment you could have said anything and I would have gone with you,” you chuckled. “You could have just grabbed my arm and pulled me out of there and I would still have thanked you. Then we went and got ice cream and I was even more thankful for your comfort.”

“Chan hyung was so mad I left without a word. Then I didn’t go back until later and got scolded. But man, it was worth it.” Jeongin smiled down at you.

You laid your head back down onto his chest. “I hated that date, but I am so glad I went. It was fate that you were at the same restaurant that day. Actually I have a confession to make,” you say and bury your face farther into his chest, feeling your ears heat up. “I actually think of that night as our first date.” 

Jeongin brought your face from his chest and up to his lips. He ghosted his lips over yours, “Baby, I do too.” He finally kissed your lips, flipping so you were under him and he hovered over you. He gently bit at your bottom lip, his way of asking to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth allowing his tongue to slip in. Your tongues and lips moving in sync like they were made to do this. Once the need for air became too much he pulled back and put his forehead on yours. “I love you, Y/N.” Your eyes gently opened to see him already staring into yours. It was the first time either of you had said the L word. Your eyes started to water and Jeongin began to panic, he sat up and brought you along with him. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it back. I just want to let you know how I feel. I’m sorry. Is it too soon? It’s too soon. I fucked everything up didn’t I?”

You threw yourself on top of him, pushing you both back down onto the bed, with him under you now straddling his waist. You attacked his face with kisses, “I love you too, Innie.” You said each word between kisses. “I am crying because I am overwhelmed with how much love I have for you. I have never felt this way before and didn’t know how to express it, but now I do,” you smiled.  

His eyes started to water too, “God, I love you so much.” He brought your lips back to his for another soft, sweet kiss. “I loved you from the moment I saw you in that restaurant.”

“I loved you from the moment you came over and took my hand,” you smiled down at him. You saw nothing but love in his eyes and you hoped that yours were expressing all the emotions you wanted. “Never let go of my hand, Innie. Promise?”

He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your palm “I promise.” 

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Suspicious pt. 2.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick × Reader.

Run y/n, Run, you cannot escape from the feelings and ghosts of the past. Or... Can you? Will Kyle find a way to forgive you?

Warning: honestly I'm not an expert in technology lol or coding but I hope I did it well, my french is basic, I'm still learning so I'm sorry for now grammatical and spelling errors not only in English but french too. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You landed on the floor and started to quit the parachute, you ran, crossing the street, jumping between the cars, you didn't want to look back, you were really nervous, this never happened to you before, you gave a quick look behind, apparently no one was following or looking at you.

You took the stairs to the subway and public bathroom, once in the bathroom you got in at the first door, you hid a backpack inside the air ducts previously, a hair wig, alcohol for the small cut on your cheek, you also tried to burnt your fingertips, you didn't want to leave proves or any signs that you were there, you changed your clothes and quickly sabotage the cameras located out of the park zone and left, you needed to go upstairs and arrive to the park, a car would be waiting for you.

You tried to walk quickly but at the same time not enough to not attract someone's attention.

While you were trying to escape, Kyle and the rest of his team were trying to find you.

- GAZ! Come here!

Soap was the first to find your parachute, Gaz walked, both were trying to find out where you went, looking in every possible direction and every face around them, maybe you were Inside a car, or In a restaurant, or a store, Gaz is frenetic, observing with detail to every person walking by, Ghost and Price joined a few seconds later.

- What do you think guys? It could be anywhere at this point.

- Gaz, this one was your friend for years, people have habits no matter how long time has passed, where do you think...?

- I'm not sure captain, is someone slippery and unpredictable, where would you go to deliver that kind of information?

- The park.

«What?» all them looking at ghost.

- The park, is big, leafy, full of people distracted, no one would notice an exchange...

- Ghost is right, Let's go, once there we will separate and try to find it!

You saw the entrance to the park, you were relaxing, you made it, you started to walk by the street, looking for the car, a black Mercedes Benz 300SL, old and classic. You saw it parked close to the street corner, an old man was cleaning the glass of the car, you approached him and muttered «les hiboux apportent un paquet. (The owls brought a package)» the old man didn't look at you but he made a movement with his head to let you know to put the external disk in the car seat, you put it inside, he continued cleaning the car but he responded to you almost in a whisper «colis livré (package delivered), your payment and transport awaits for you at the other side of the lake» «Merci bonne journée (thanks, have a good day)».

You turned back and walked to the park's entrance, you felt shivers running down your spine, you looked behind and you saw him, Kyle and his team were crossing the streets, they haven't seen you yet but as silly as you're when you're nervous you started to run, attracting all their attention. «Y/N? Hey! You! Wait!!» «Someone stop that person!!!!» indeed some people tried their best to stop you but it was just a poor try, you ran as fast as you could, you could feel your legs burning, definitely not a good day for you.

Ghost and Soap ran to the left while Gaz and Price ran to the right, at some point you would be trapped between them. And just like they planned it, you were close enough to the second entrance park, at the other side of the lake where a car and your money were waiting for you, but you know you will not make it, the best thing you could do was put a grenade in your backpack and throw it away close to the car.

Ghost intercepted you, both fell on the ground just in time the explosion took away your money, your backpack with your laptop and old clothes and your last chance to escape.

- Don't move, stay in the ground! Soap, check if someone is hurt over there!!!

- Yes Lt.

- Well done Ghost! Gaz, bring the handcuffs!!!

Gaz was quick to put the handcuffs, you stood up pretending to be innocent «Hey! What are you doing! Let me go!»

- Come on y/n, you have a lot to explain.

You heard a truck arriving, more sirens, more murmurs of people, a sack over your head and then nothing, the ride was silent. You didn't know when you fell asleep but the raspy voice of Ghost woke you up.

- Hey, wake up!

Then the sack disappeared, the light hurt your eyes, it was hard to focus your vision, a military base, that's where you were, Soap guided you to an empty room, you're not afraid, you actually feel powerful, he made you sit on a chair and left you there.

You've been sitting for hours, you don't even feel your ass anymore, but finally, the door opened. Price and Gaz appeared.

- Well, well, well Darling, you really gave us much trouble today, huh?

Price was handsome and the smell of cigar and strong cologne was delicious, but you focused your view on Kyle, he's quiet, serious, but you can see the deception in his eyes.

- So, Gaz says your name is (y/n) (l/n), is it?

- No.

- No? Then what's your name?

- I don't have one.

- Y/N just fuckin' confess!

- Gaz... Calm down.

Price intervenes and looked at Kyle then he went back to you.

- If you don't have a name, maybe you have a Codename?

- Fantôme.

- very well, so... fantôme, tell me, where's the information you stole from that company?

- I don't know.

Kyle was angry, frustrated, he hit the table in front of you, Price simply closed his eyes and crossed arms.

- Fantôme? You work for some fuckin French intelligence? When did you become a fuckin criminal, huh? You were better than this, Y/N

- I already said that's not my name, I do not have a name, or a nationality, not even a birthdate, I do not exist. Keep trying to obtain information, it is all in vain, you don't have proof against me.

Kyle was ready to talk when Ghost opened the door abruptly.

- Nothing, there's no information about someone called (Y/N) (L/N).

- The cameras around the city?

- nothing. We're still looking at every recording, all the cameras stopped to work in the exact moment when all happened.

You smirked, you were proud of your work, even if you had some stumbles on your way, you made it. Soap joined too, and to your surprise he has your cellphone on his hand.

- Captain, I have the cellphone.

- Good, our experts will find something, give it to them.

-Don't!

Everyone looked at you, you're not afraid about what they could find, but, you were trying to make it look as if you were hiding something just to make them waste time, why? You just want to let them know you're someone they can't handle.

Everybody left the room, except for Gaz, he sat in front of you, just in silence, observing you.

- Are you gonna stay there all day?

- Why did you do that? Do you know what you've stolen?

- I do not care about it Kyle, I care about the money.

- what about the information? Do you understand the importance of it?

- No, I don't, I just care about my payment, the rest doesn't matter to me, how many times do I have to say it?

- When did you become in this person? What put you in this situation? Y/n, we wanted to make the world a better place, remember?

You stayed In silence. But you know you will be free soon, maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him why you ended up in this situation.

- Kyle, that summer, you disappeared without saying anything... I'm not angry, this is not revenge or something like that, I loved you and I will always do. You have to understand, I'm just doing my job because the money is something I really need.

- Why? Why y/n?

- My brother, he got in trouble, very dangerous people were behind him, they didn't kill him, but he never recovered from what they did to him. I pay the mental hospital, I'm the only one who takes care of him, everything started for him, quick money to pay for all the treatments... I'm the same person you met a long time ago, life changed, but I'm the same... I hope one day you can forgive me, I know maybe I'm making bad decisions, but I love my brother, I will do anything to protect and help him.

- The memories of your lips and the way I felt that day, never leave my head, but this... No matter what your reason is, this is not the way and it breaks my heart to see how you try to make me believe you're the same person, when you're clearly not! The y/n I met before would never all what you did today.

Kyle is not sure about what he's feeling, some tears are running through his face, you're trying to contain yourself, it makes you sad to hear and see him like this.

- I feel sick, you know? Because... You're the only person I've ever loved, I feel sick because I don't have the courage to actually hate you, no matter what, I think I will never hate you, but also I think I will never forgive you, what you did today goes against everything we once said we would never do.

He stood up from that chair, you didn't say anything, you were looking at the clock on the wall, suddenly Gaz just took your face between his hands and kissed you, it was a bittersweet kiss, but it felt like all this time you were living on autopilot and this kiss brought you back to life. After a few minutes both separated and he simply whispered.

- Just confess what you did, just tell them who bought all that information, I'll supervise your brother received the best medical attention.

- That won't happen. Goodbye, Kyle.

He looked at you, cold and sad, he just left the room. You were just waiting patiently, you know they will let you go soon.

Now the whole 141 are in the room where some engineers and hackers are working on your phone. One of them is too young and with a huge ego.

- This person, is too smart, the phone is encrypted, a complex code to unblock the real information hidden, the code changes every time we discover it.

- But you can solve it, don't you?

- Sergeant, I'm young but I'm the most capable person in this room. We just have to anticipate the next code... And... There it is!

He solved it, and apparently it was working, the information in your phone was being unloaded until... A huge text appeared in every computer in the room "Not so smart after all, loser 😏" and then all the computers started to download their own information, security systems failed in every imaginable way.

- What the hell it's going on Kid!?

- We've been hacked! Fuck!

He disconnected your phone and started to try to save the system.

- shit, shit, shit! Security systems are fucking destroyed!

- What does it mean?

- It means our location now is visible for every satellite, it means every system or way to secure this place is destroyed now! FUCK!

- Wait... That means....

Kyle ran out of the room, he ran looking for you, but when he arrived to the room where you were, it was empty, he looked for you in every room and hallway,

He was running back to where the team was when he saw through the window, you were running to a helicopter, some other soldiers were trying to open door or any entrance to try to stop you, but the system is still messed up, doors lock and unlock constantly, alarms all around the place, before leaving you felt eyes on you, you looked back, and saw him, he was there, through a window, you never planned to hurt him, but you said it before, you would do everything to protect and take care of your family, even if that means to lose someone you love.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Can you write about Erik x Mika having sex after a romantic date?

I am so so so sorry this took a million years. Erik is difficult, so I hope I characterized him well! I've also been working on writing smut that isn't super repetitive every time I write it, I think I'm happy with how this turned out.

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad as usual!

NSFW ahead!! Minors DNI

Devine Beauty (Erik x Mika NSFW)

Mika and Erik stepped out of the car, the slight breeze hitting her arms causing a shiver. She was wearing a beautiful red dress; it came down to about a few inches above her knees and had short sleeves with a low cut neckline, the fabric hugging her curves comfortably.

She’d bought the dress a while back but hadn’t had the opportunity to wear it. When Erik asked her to go on a date with him to the new restaurant that opened, she decided that it was the perfect time to wear it.

Judging by the way Erik’s eyes roamed her body, she was correct.

“After you, my lovely princess,” he said as he opened the front door of the restaurant for her.

Even after many months of being in a relationship with him, she still found herself slightly blushing at the gesture. She gave him a dazzling grin as she walked inside. “Thank you, Erik.”

The restaurant was lit with dim, warm lighting. There were many tables, the smaller ones having a white table cloth over them with a vase filled with roses of many colors sitting in the middle.

A waiter led them to one of those tables and took their drink orders. Once he brought out the drinks, he took their food orders, leaving Mika and Erik to talk.

“This place is really nice,” she told the incubus, smiling softly at him. She still felt so lucky to be with someone so charming and caring. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Why, of course, Princess,” he said back. “I can’t think of anyone else I would rather share a meal with. Besides, it’s been quite a while since we’ve gotten to spend time together.”

Mika nodded, thinking of the last month or so. Erik’s job had gotten quite busy recently, and he’d been spending much of his free time working on perfecting designs and training new employees at his boutique.

Of course, he hadn’t been neglecting Mika in any way. He still made time for her, but their close and intimate moments had been more limited. She was proud of him for working so hard, so she never made any complaints and enjoyed the time they did get together.

Dinner went near perfectly, the service and food as divine as expected. The two left a generous tip before leaving and going home.

When they got into the room, Mika started to take off her jewelry and take off her makeup with a wipe. She stood in front of their full body mirror to get a closer look at her face as she did. Just as she was about to step away to go into the bathroom, she saw Erik's form approach her in the mirror. His arms wrapped around her as he held her from behind, his soft lips moving against her jaw as he spoke. “You are so beautiful.”

His voice was filled with sincerity and emotion. It lacked any of his mask, the front he was forced to put on for his mother’s approval. It was genuine and straight from the heart. Mika felt her pulse quicken, a gentle thump in her chest and a lightness in her fingers.

She reached back and combed her fingers through his hair as he kissed her ear, then down her neck. She watched in the mirror as his hands began ghosting over her body, running over her stomach and caressing her hips. “Do you see it, Princess?” he asked her.

“See what?” she said back softly.

“Your beauty,” he said back with a quiet chuckle, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection. “It’s unmatched. No one in any of the seven plains could even try to compare to the hold you have on my heart.”

She shuddered as his mouth worked over a particularly sensitive part of her neck. “May I show you how exquisite you are?”

Mika felt her face warm up, and she could see herself blushing in the mirror as she nodded. “Of course…” she told him, feeling a pulse in her core.

At her permission, one of Erik’s hands wandered up her back, pausing at the zipper of her dress. Slowly he pulled down the zipper, his fingers trailing down her exposed skin earning another shiver from her.

The dress fell to the floor, leaving Mika in just her bra and underwear. She stepped out of the dress and nudged it to the side with her foot. She began to turn around to face the incubus, but he held a slightly firm hold on her hips. “Princess, please face the mirror. I want to focus on you tonight.”

Mika obliged, meeting his eyes in the mirror once more, which were now rimmed with gold as his enthrallment slowly built up inside of her. His hands returned to their gentle wander around her body, making their way up to her chest. “Just the very sight of you- the very smell of you…it has me at your every command,” he declared, his fingers beginning to massage the flesh through the thin material of her bra. “Every inch of you is absolute perfection.”

Finally he unclipped the bra and carefully tossed it to the side. She leaned back against him as his index fingers rubbed circles over her nipples, sending waves of pleasure to her core. She let out a pleasured hum, watching in the mirror as he doted on her. 

One of his hands moved down in between her legs, slowly rubbing over her panties, which already had a wet spot forming on them. Mika bit back a mewl at the sensation, her hips slightly rocking against his hand.

He dipped his hand beneath the fabric, his skin gently grazing her clit. She inhaled sharply as her hips bucked, chasing more of the sensation. Getting the hint, Erik pulled down the underwear and began rubbing slow circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Mika let out a throaty moan of his name as her breathing picked up.

Mika watched in the mirror with lidded and glossy eyes as Erik slowly dipped one of his fingers into her core. When he was met with little resistance, he added a second. She keened as his fingers curled forward, hitting her sweet spot as his palm stimulated her clit. “Ah- Erik-”

His free arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as his fingers continued to work in and out of her. She felt the warmth in her stomach expanding, pressure building in her core, threatening to burst at any moment. She squeezed around him, the muscles in her stomach beginning to contract.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” he murmured, leaving hot kisses on her jaw and neck.

She felt the warmth expand throughout her body and stars fill her vision as she came, her back arching off of his chest slightly. His arm tightened around her waist, holding her steady as he worked her through her high.

Mika closed her eyes for a moment and took deep breaths, calming down as his fingers lifted from her core. Erik gently loosened his hold on her and moved to stand in front of her, pressing kisses over her head. “Are you alright, Princess?”

She nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I’m great.”

He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Let’s take a shower, shall we?”

“We shall,” she said back, letting him pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.

[el-michoacano]

fill him with daylight: 4

Tagging @lokisinsurrection, @chordsykat, @seraphtrevs, @sword-day, @spice-curls, @richeeduvie, and @lady-writes-flanagan 🖤

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"So what's the plan?"

"You," Nacho said as he adjusted his suspenders the following morning, "are gonna stay up here and rest." He stood in front of the long mirror on the door of his bedroom closet as he readied himself for the day. He was gorgeous. When wasn't he? The plain white button-up suited him.

Lalo was a little jealous. He deeply regretted coming straight here and not grabbing clothes from his place first. He'd been wandering around the loft bare-chested all night, as he couldn't even get one of Nacho's button-ups up over his biceps. Even his undershirts were too small for Lalo to wear comfortably. He wouldn't have minded, except for the fact that it was a bit chilly up here. This winter had been terrible, and even the kitchen at El Michoacáno got a bit chilly after the sun went down. Lalo wanted to hold Nacho close for a few more hours, but Nacho was too stubborn to let Lalo talk him out of skipping work.

"Even though my car's parked outside?" Lalo teased.

"Gimme the keys and I'll move it," Nacho said. He didn't bother to look up. He was putting on his gloves now, and Lalo stepped closer, taking his hand and lifting it to his mouth, lips brushing Nacho's leather-clad knuckles. "I don't want you out in the cold. Can't be good for you."

Though Lalo rolled his eyes, he smiled, too. He said, "I'll move it." He raised a hand to his chest, drawing an X there. "I'll be right back inside. Promise."

Nacho looked hesitant, but he said, "Be quick."

And Lalo was. It was frigid outside, and his coat was still sticky with blood. It was going to stick to his bare skin when he pulled it off, he was sure. He grabbed the keys from the pocket of his coat as he carefully shuffled along the icy pathway before he hopped up into the driver's seat of the Ajax. He slotted the key in the ignition, hoping against hope and sighing in relief when the engine caught after a few seconds. He shifted gears, pulling the car around behind the shop and high-tailing it back inside and out of the cold as quickly as he could, clutching his ruined coat around himself all the while . He stood in the doorway for a long moment, blowing his breath onto his hands before he headed upstairs. He left his slushy shoes in the little foyer, wincing as he peeled off his coat. When he finally reached the bedroom again, Nacho was fully dressed, and Lalo asked, "No chance of you staying up here with me, huh?"

Nacho gave him the ghost of a smile. "I have appointments," he said, taking Lalo's chilly hands and rubbing them between his own until they warmed up . "I'll prob'ly be down in the shop until at least seven. There's leftovers in the fridge you can have for breakfast, but I'll bring you lunch later on. " He touched Lalo's chest, carefully avoiding his wounded shoulder, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of Lalo's mouth. "Try to rest, okay?"

Lalo didn't agree. Instead, he wound his arms around Nacho's waist and pulled him closer for a proper kiss, reveling in the warmth of him after his brief but chilly foray into the streets .

Though it was clear he enjoyed having Lalo close, too , Nacho pulled away, saying, "Behave," before he headed downstairs to open up the shop.

Behaving was easy enough, but Lalo had never been a fan of the boredom that came with it . He paced, he read yesterday's newspaper, he flipped through books, he listened to the phonograph so loudly that Nacho came up to turn it off and chide him for distracting his customers . Lalo stole a kiss before he let him go back downstairs.

Though his injured shoulder was aching, Lalo was strongly tempted to get to the restaurant and get behind the grill. Tio Hector wouldn't allow it, Lalo knew, and so he picked up the telephone and gave the restaurant a ring instead.

"El Michoacáno." It was Domingo's voice. Only he and Lalo were allowed to answer the phone; No one else was friendly enough for it . Tio Hector had even disallowed himself from answering the phone, save in the direst circumstances. "How can I help you?"

"You can tell me that the restaurant's falling apart without me," Lalo said with a laugh.

"I can't tell you that," Domingo said, and Lalo could easily hear the smile in his voice. He was a sweet kid. "Joaquin's holding the kitchen down pretty well."

Lalo hummed, then said, "Anything interesting going on?"

It was early enough that the lunch rush hadn't started yet, but late enough that breakfast would have ended , and the restaurant was likely pretty quiet at the moment. "Ehrmantraut's here," Domingo said, the smile falling out of his voice, "but he's just eating a sandwich. Just minding his own business."

That was what he usually did. He was one of the few gringos who graced El Michoacáno with his presence. Lalo couldn't help but be a little suspicious, though he liked the old man, and he asked, "Does he look hurt?"

Though he hesitated, Domingo said, "No." It came out sounding like a question.

Lalo was fairly certain it hadn't been Ehrmantraut he'd been after the previous night, but it never hurt to check. He said, "Call me if you see that pendejo from last night lurking around, yeah?"

"Miguel said you shot him, " Domingo pointed out. There was a wet sound from his end of the line; He was pouring a cup of coffee, Lalo realized. Maybe it was for Ehrmantraut. " I don't think he'll be around for a while."

Lalo hoped that was the case. He said goodbye to Domingo, then set to pacing again. He didn't still until Nacho came upstairs for lunch. He came bearing sandwiches from a local deli, and they ate in the brightness of the kitchen, chatting amiably.

As they finished their sandwiches, sitting close enough to each other that their thighs touched beneath the table, Lalo asked, "You wanna go to El Mich for dinner? My treat."

Nacho was more amused than annoyed, carefully pulling his gloves back on . He only took them off to eat, shower, do dishes, and sleep. He even left them on during sex. Lalo didn't mind. He actually enjoyed the feeling of them, particularly when they were wrapped around his cock. He tried not to think about that, though, as he knew there was no way Nacho was willing to touch him like that while he was hurt. He was a little relieved when Nacho asked, "You can't stay away for a whole day?"

"Of course not!" Lalo leaned in to press a kiss to Nacho's temple. "Finish your appointments, and I'll let you drive the Ajax all the way there."

Nacho adored the Ajax, but he didn't look swayed. He said, "You're hurt. You need to rest, not to go out drinking."

"I won't drink," Lalo said. He hadn't planned to at all. He just wanted to make sure the restaurant side of the business was holding up without him. He trusted Domingo's word, but he was getting stir-crazy already, and the restaurant seemed to best place to relieve it. "I'm just gonna talk. I wanna make sure Joaquin's holding up all right, yeah?" He kissed Nacho's temple again, and this time, it had the desired effect, Nacho's expression softening. "Come with me, Nachito. What's the worst that could happen?"

[suvidrache]

Pls I'm going through severe brain rot for ghost and konig can I please request something with them? Like their civilian s/o is kinda oblivious about the horrors of war and death and grew up spoiled and so they're kinda high maintenance and prissy? But their men still love their girls lol, THANKIES

High Maintenance

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 561 + 501 = 1062 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Simon and König.

Warning some NSFW.

Simon had grown accustomed to you taking the time to get ready, so he texted you that he was on his way, letting you know in advance so that you had time to get ready and hopefully be done by the time he had either arrived home or after he, himself, was done.

The two of you had spoken about going on a date and he had made reservations to a restaurant the both of you liked.

He parked his car and got out. You left the door unlocked for him so that he wouldn't have to unlock it himself.

He walked in. Hearing you in the bedroom getting ready, he made his way into the bathroom and closed the door.

He stripped himself of his clothes and uniform, leaving them in a small pile on the floor.

He turned on the shower as you sat at the vanity and continued doing your skincare routine. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing as he tilted his head back. He was stalling, hoping you would be done by now.

It would be no surprise to him once he stepped out if you were still getting ready.

He turned off the water and stood there dripping before stepping out and drying himself off. He ruffled his hair dry before combing it back.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door.

He paused as he watched you styling your hair.

You continued, before noticing you were being watched. You looked at him, forgetting just how tall he was, and your eyes went straight to his abs. Your eyes slowly traveled up his muscular body before meeting his own.

"You should continue getting ready, so we're not late." He said as he winked and made his way over to the closet.

You turned your head as you watched him go. The towel hit the ground, and you blinked, breathing in and out as you finished your hair.

You removed your clothes and began spraying yourself with perfume, as usual, on the wrists, the neck, behind the ears, behind the knees, between your chest, and your lower stomach

Simon reached into the closet and put on some briefs, before finding a black suit, and slowly he began to put it on.

You looked through your jewelry, finding the nicest ones and you put them on.

Simon had finished dressing and went to the bathroom, checking his hair as you made your way to the closet and picked out a nice outfit.

Simon returned and if you were wearing a dress, he helped you zip it up.

The two of you headed out. He grabbed your parasol and opened it up, holding it above your head to protect you from the sun.

He knew you never left the house without it, and he didn't want you to have to carry it all the time, not that it bothered you much.

He opened the car door for you and when you got in, he closed the parasol and the door before heading to the driver's side and getting in.

You buckled up, and he put the car in reverse. Looking at you, he spoke.

"You look nice."

You smiled and looked out the window before looking at him.

"Thank you, and so do you."

He smiled and buckled up before heading to the restaurant.

König had the day off of work and the two of you had made reservations at a fancy restaurant that both of you liked.

König wasn't aware of just how long it took for you to get ready. He had showered and dressed and was ready to go.

You weren't at the door.

He looked around the house as you sat at the vanity and began applying your lotion.

König wasn't wearing his mask. He usually didn't when he was off of work. He finally found you in the bedroom.

You stood up as you finished applying it.

König looked at you, but quickly turned his attention to the closed window when he saw that you were naked. A faint pink appeared on his cheeks.

You looked over at him before looking at the window. You smiled and looked at him as you spoke.

"It's closed."

He nodded slowly and made his way over to the bed, averting his eyes away from you.

You sat down at the vanity and began doing your skincare routine as König sat looking at the ground before pulling out his phone and playing some games on it.

Once you had finally finished your skincare, you began to style your hair. König looked up from his phone after hearing some different noises. Quickly turning his attention back to his phone when he saw you were doing your hair.

"Are you almost done, love?"

"Not quite. It takes at least an hour or so for me to get ready," you responded. After finding a hairstyle you liked, you got up and began spraying perfume on yourself.

König looked up as you sprayed your wrists and your neck. Then, behind your ears and the back of your knees, he got up and left the room as you finished spraying the rest of your body.

You picked out some jewelry as König sat on the couch in the sitting room. You found a nice outfit and put it on.

Checking yourself one last time before you went and found him.

"I'm ready to go." You said as König looked up from his phone and saw you do a small spin.

He smiled and stood up as he put his phone away.

You opened the door and König closed it behind him as he followed you out.

You turned around quickly. "I need my parasol. I can't leave without it."

König pulled the keys out from his pocket, unlocked the door, and went inside to find it. Returning and handing it to you once he did.

You opened it up and followed after him, getting into the car he had opened up for you. He sat in the driver's seat and started up the car.

"Is there anything else you need before we go?"

"No, I'm ok, thank you. Thank you for getting my parasol."

"You're welcome."

He buckled up and put the car in reverse. Looking both ways as he pulled out carefully.

Before heading off to your date.

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[universesrising]

the COMPLETE list of AUs

[for real this time] [i promise]

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REWRITE AUS

[AUs that exist in a completely different universe than canon]

Lighthouse AU - In a world where the population consists of humans and animal-like beings, Jay abandons the ninja after Nya merges with the sea, moving into a secluded lighthouse far from the city. After a kidnapping, he is forced back into the life he left behind, though this doesn’t end well.

Crreature AU - Lloyd is the main keeper of an organization meant to protect an endangered species known only as Creatures. He manages to find and save a group of them, but soon realizes they are much stranger than he realized. What’s this about a pool party..?

Band AU - An average set of instruments hide a not-so-average secret - at night, they become human, and work with their sensei, Wu, as a team of ninja to protect the city from what may endanger it. Their players, the members of the band they’re apart of, are none the wiser. Will it remain that way?

Gaming AU - Superstar Rockin’ Jay, a buddy NPC / secret final boss of a VR rhythm game, escapes his game after a failed test of a prototype VR portal. Zane, an android employee who works for the company, is given the brutal task of watching over him until he can be returned to his game.

Elemental AU - Lloyd, your average Subway employee, meets the manifestation of the element of Ice one fateful day, and is given an arduous task - find the rest of the Elements of Creation, and save them, before Ice’s premonition of ruin can come to pass.

Lost Lightning AU - For years, the element of Lightning has been missing, with no clues of where it could have gone. Master Chen, needing Lightning for his plan, decides to go straight to the source - the dragons of the First Realm. Kai, Cole, Zane, Nya, and Lloyd go after him, and discover...

Here Be Dragons AU - Firstborne and Wojira, the mothers of Dragons and Serpents, fled the First Realm long ago to the realm of Ninjago, disappearing soon after. Their children were left to fight over who rules the skies, though eventually both species went extinct. Lloyd, a researcher in an organization determined to find out more about both species, discovers a flight of both dragons and serpents - still very much alive, though they may very well be the last of their kind.

On the Run AU - In a world where magic is both common and feared, those who show signs of being able to wield such powers are sent away to special ‘prisons’, never to be seen again. Kai, Cole, Zane, Lloyd, and Nya are all secretly magic users, hiding in plain sight in a small town with the help of Skylor, the town’s famous restaurant owner. What happens when another magic user appears, clearly having escaped from one of the many prisons..? [inspired by Divinity: Original Sin 2]

Wings AU - In Ninjago, there exists a select few individuals known as the Dragon’s Gifted, labelled as such by the wings upon their backs. The Gifted aren’t just able to fly - being given a dragon’s wings gives one their elemental powers as well. The ninja, Ninjago City’s very own superheroes, are such Gifted, and use their powers to protect their home from criminals and anything else that may endanger it.

Cryptid AU - There exists a secret organization, one no one is aware of, that captures and contains creatures that it believes are dangerous. Such creatures in its hold are the Storm Serpent, the Guardian of the Mountain, the Aitvaras, the North Star Serpent, and Winter’s Emissary. Lloyd, a low-ranking worker there, decides against their containment, and seeks to break them out. [loosely inspired by the SCP Foundation]

Horror AU - Lloyd, owner of a popular ‘ghost hunting’ show, frequently visits haunted places to discuss the rumors about them with his friends, Cole, Nya, Kai, and Zane. It all comes to a stop when he visits the popular abandoned clocktower in the city, and sees... A monster. [vaguely inspired by Buzzfeed Unsolved]

Monsters & Men AU - The prophecy of Creation has failed. The elements of Earth, Ice, and Lightning have gone missing, leaving Kai, Lloyd, and Nya all alone to defend the city from threats. Until one day, a gang of pirates docks, and the missing elements are brought to light. But the pirate crew, especially its captain, want nothing to do with the ninja.

Dreamscape AU - PIXAL, an android built to protect the realm of dreams and nightmares, is defeated by an unknown entity. Realizing she needs help, she retreats to the real world and seeks out six teens who had previously encountered the mysterious realm. Together with the sentient mech, Nyx, PIXAL hopes they can one day restore the realm of dreams to its proper state. [inspired by a dream i had. yes i’m serious. it happened 3 times]

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CANON AUS

[AUs that exist within the original universe of ninjago]

Big Sip AU - When the ninjas’ elements go out of control, it causes a near-crisis, leaving Wu the only one who can save his students. With a special tea in his hand, and his staff in the other, he’s prepared to do whatever it takes to get his students back.

Bigger Sip AU - The plot of its predecessor, Big Sip, yet the ninjas’ crisis is just that much more extreme. When Wu finds them, they’ve already combined with their elements, leaving him to have to find alternate means to rescue them. He does, and they return to their original forms. All is well...

Biggest Sip AU - A similar story to Bigger Sip, with one key difference. When Wu tries to return the ninja to their original forms, they don’t change back. Instead, they regain their sanity, if not their bodies. More effort is required to bring them fully back, but how..?

Forever Superstar Rockin’ AU - During Prime Empire, one key difference is Jay never switches out of his Superstar Rockin’ avatar. When he returns to Ninjago to fight Unagami, he doesn’t revert back to his true appearance, instead remaining how he appeared in-game. This doesn’t change. He is stuck looking how he did in Prime Empire, forever.

Frozen AU - In the Never Realm, during Boreal’s attack on the village, Kai isn’t so lucky to avoid the same fate as the villagers. When the rest of the ninja get back, they’re just in time to see him freeze among the rest. Without Kai, how do they face Boreal at the palace of the Ice Emperor? And how will said Emperor react to this news..?

Universes Rising AU - [DATA LOCKED UNTIL SEASON ‘Dragons Rising’ RELEASES]

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[questions about my AUs? feel free to ask!]

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 5

For @phicphight

Words for this chapter: 1447

Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water. (By @erebecula )

No warnings that I can think of for this chapter!

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  Danny walked up to the staple restaurant of Amity Park, Nasty Burger. Formally called Tasty Burger (before some classic vandalism), Nasty Burger is the best place for a quick meal. It was also the chosen spot for Danny and his friends to hang out. 

    The youngest Fenton emerged from his sister's car to greet his friends. A pale goth, accompanied by a darker skinned geek in a barret, walked over to Danny.

   "Hey dude! Glad you could make it!" The geek, Tucker, greeted.

    "Me too! Did you guys claim our spot?" Danny asked. He turned over to the goth. Sam nodded her head with a smile.

   "We should probably order before they kick us out for loitering," the girl mentioned, and they entered the restaurant.

    Danny went to order his usual when he noticed a fish fry sandwich on the menu.  Fish sounded good. Really, really good. Despite his former distaste for seafood, Danny ordered the fish. Sam and Tucker looked at him with matching eyebrows. They've known him long enough to know that a month ago, Danny would never even consider eating anything with fins.

   Any suspicion the two had was worn away when the trio sat at the booth and talked till long after their food was consumed. Conversation flowed from their lips as the trio enjoyed the company of their friendship. 

    The three of them have been practically joined at the hip since sixth grade and never had any secrets, which is why Danny currently felt like shit. The guilt that came with his new secret was sickening. Jazz told him it was a good idea to tell them about his situation, but he was kinda scared to. Who would want a part-fish freak for a best friend? 

    His thoughts were interrupted when a wild gesture from Tucker knocked some water onto his arm. Danny immediately grabbed a bunch of napkins. In his panicked state, he ran to the restroom to dry off. He couldn't let them see. Black scales had sprouted from his skin, and the tan on his arm turned a sickly, pale-green. 

    Hectically, he dabbed the napkins against his arm. Dry up. Dry up. The bathroom door swung open, followed by the form of Tucker. Danny quickly hid his arm behind his back.

    "Hey, you good, dude? We were kinda worried when you left us hanging there," his friend asked. Concern was evident on Tucker's face.

   "Oh yeah! I was just drying off my arm!"

   "Okay. Whatever you say man. You just kinda freaked out, and we wanted to make sure you were good."

    "Thanks. Yeah. I'm fine. Unexpected water gets me a little antsy because of the whole…drowning thing."

    At this Tucker came closer to Danny, causing him to tuck his arm further behind his back. The geek pulled Danny into a hug.

    "I know what happened to you was scary, even if you don't remember it. And if you ever want to talk, Sam and I will always be here for you. And if you don't ever want to mention it, we won't! We care about you, Danny. Don't you forget it."

    Danny smiled and returned the hug.

    "Thank you. I'm glad to have you guys as friends."

    Tucker looked over from behind Danny's shoulder and noticed a dark spot on his friend's arm. It must've been a trick of the light, because after the pair separated, it was gone. Weird. The two buddies walked out to meet Sam and said their goodbyes. Danny waved to his friends and turned towards the direction of his house. 

     The cool night breeze felt good on his neck. Danny followed the light from the Fentonworks sign in the distance. The walk was calm as he rounded the corner towards his street.

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     It hit suddenly. A tremor filled his bones. Danny clenched his chest. He could feel a wave of urgency rush over him. Something happened. Something big. The ground around him started shaking. The pavement cracked open in the rumble. The throbbing in Danny's chest intensified. He had to go.

   He ran to the lake as fast as his legs could carry him. He texted Jazz before throwing his phone onto the sand. Danny scrambled into the water at full speed. Once his tail fully formed, he took off towards the arch. 

   The water's current was violent and tossed Danny like a ragdoll. Cujo had taken shelter under his ledge. There shouldn't be riptides like this in a lake. Finally, the mer made it to the gate. Danny grabbed the side like a lifeline and waited for the whirlpool to appear.

     Danny took the portal to the dome. A large crowd of mer had gathered. It appeared they were waiting for something. Danny approached the crowd and swam up next to a blue mer with long, teal hair. He heard her speak to a guy on the other side of her.

     "I hope they give us some answers soon. I was in the middle of serenading these cute rich boys on a yacht before I felt the summons," she huffed. Her companion turned towards her, giving Danny a better look at him. He was kinda scary, not gonna lie. The dude was jacked. His lime green hair was formed into a mohawk. Scars littered his grey arms which complimented his intense glare. 

    "You better not be attracting some 'cute rich boys' or they might meet my new spear," the man's gruff voice stated. Ah, so they were dating. The buff dude's eyes turned over to Danny.

    "What are you looking at, whelp?"

    "Nothing!" Danny defended, "I was just wondering if anyone knew what's going on."

   "You and me both, Babypop," the blue girl chimed in. Her black tail flicked in annoyance. Danny liked the colors of her tail fins. They shimmered with bits of magenta, purple, and a light blue and contrasted her scales nicely. Anyways, he was getting distracted. He turned over to watch several figures swim in front of the crowd. Dorothea stoof off to the side of the stage. This must be big. 

     A giant woman silenced the crowd by lifting one of her four hands. Her confident demeanor clued Danny in that she was someone important. 

    "Citizens of the Seven Seas and beyond," her voice boomed, "we are gathered here today to address a serious issue: the Bermuda Gate has been opened."

    Panic and outrage spread through the crowd before the lady silenced them again.

  "Believe us, we know, and we are trying to resolve this situation as we speak. In the meantime, nowhere is safe. The only thing protecting us now is the magic surrounding this dome. The Ancients have done our best to accommodate as many people as we can. All whirlpool travel is to be suspended after high noon tomorrow. Gather your important belongings, gather your loved ones, and come back to the dome before then. This is a scary time. Many know of the Bermuda Prophecy that was given to us millennia ago. The prophecy mentioned the opening of the Bermuda Gate, but it also mentioned something else: one of you is destined to save us."

    The crowd murmured and speculated over who it could be. A brave young gentleman rose up from the crowd.

   "I'll do it!" He proclaimed in confidence that could rival Jack Fenton. The important lady raised an eyebrow before replying.

    "Thank you, Aragon, but that is not how it works. The chosen one will be the one who can remove this sword from this volcanic rock cluster."

    Important Lady gestured over to where a giant ass rock sat with a shiny handle sticking out of it. A hoard of mer swarmed the rock and waited for their turn to lift the sword. None had succeeded.

    The crowds parted and went towards their respective portals. In the end, it was just Danny staring at the rock. He didn't realize how long he had been staring at it until he looked up at the empty room. He felt drawn to it. The hilt's reflection glistened in the water. Much stronger mer had failed to release it, but what was the harm in trying?

    The young boy approached the rock and tentatively reached a hand out. He gripped firmly on the hilt and pulled. Blue light erupted from the stone as he pulled the blade out of its prison. A wave of energy pulsed from the sword as he released it. He inspected his new weapon. It was perfectly made for Danny. He was the one in the prophecy. He was supposed to save these people. Welp, the world's screwed.

    " When land and sea's need is great, 

        One will answer the call."