#Missing lunch to deal with a ghost sucks

[soulrox]

DPxDC #10

The teenagers of Amity Park are their own army.

A ghost is attacking Gotham. The bats and birds, unable to even touch the ghost, call in backup from the JLD. Before any backup comes, a glowing green portal opens on the ground. The Batfam and the rest of Gotham hope there aren't more ghosts.

A group of teenagers with seemingly cartoon weapons come through. The teens immediately divide and conquer. Tucker forces himself into the Bats coms. (He has techy powers)

Tucker: "Sorry for the delay our rogues aren't typically able to leave our city, so tunning our portal gun to their ecto-signal took a bit. *whispering to himself* and Phantoms in a meeting. (Ghost King meeting)

Tucker: Call me Pharoh.

The list of questions the bats have triples with that one sentence. Oracle can't even find how they got in the system nor is she able to backtrack Tucker.

Tucker stayed back in Amity and is running coms. The cheerleaders set off to make a first aid area. The football players are going around helping anyone trapped under rubble. Random other classmates are making a perimeter, or filming the scene for Tucker. Sam is using her latent plant powers to rescue trapped people.

Wes is the one to make physical contact with the Bats. (Tucker sent Wes cause he knew he'd be the most chaotic choice) Wes of course knows the Batfams identity and makes sure to subtly hint at that.

Valerie goes to fight the ghost. In record time the ghost is souped. (Tucker timed it, it is a new BP for Val). All of Batmans' kids really want her hoverboard.

The bats have been able to hear their coms chatter the whole time, and it's militaristic, with exact and concise directions, and intermitted remarks about missing lunch for this. Batman is concerned about how a group of high schoolers are seemingly nonchalant about something that could be a world-ending event.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 4

"THOSE FUCKING BITCHES SAM!" Danny shouted as he stormed into his apartment, slinging his backpack off by the door as he toes his shoes off.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, Danny was met with Tucker, shirtless with only a pair of plaid boxers on, staring at him with sleep glazed eyes, he had a box of cereal in one hand, and a bottle of oat milk in the other, raising the bottle in a salute, Tucker stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth before taking a swig of the milk, holding up a hand to stop Danny from speaking as he chewed, only letting his hand fall before he spoke.

"What?"

"The Bats are fucking assholes!"

Tucker looked back at the bottle of oat milk, sighed and placed it back in the refrigerator, chucking the box of cereal on the counter, Tucker grabbed Danny by the shoulders.

"Of course they are Jerks Danny..." his grip tightened as he started to shake the Halfa, "I have ten deadlines and 5 missed calls, I really want to geek out right now about you meeting the local heroes but I really don't have the time, so yes, jerks, tell me about it later okay?"

Danny phased through the tough grip on his shoulders, letting out a giggle as he watched Tucker fumble as he no longer had someone to help steady himself, "I did yell specifically for Sam, Tuck so you can't get mad at me! Go huant the Wanyetech building, I know for sure those dudes are way more dead inside than I am!"

Getting a groan from his friend at his dead pun, Danny continued into the apartment, snatching Tuckers cereal box off the counter as he went to sit in the living room.

Spotting Sam typing something on a lap top, her big over the ear headphones blaring as he flops down next to her, which thankfully was enough for her to notice him.

Offering g the box of cereal to her, she sent him a tired smile as she slipped the head phones off and took some of the fruit flavored rings, "Hey there Deadstuff...how was work?"

Danny sent her a grin, "Well, Clocky decided to throw me a bone and I think I got this? He is a little bitch boy that sends me all over the place but this time it was a dined, Lunch Lady taught me how to cook." Pasuing to stuff a new handful of tasty fruity goodness, Danny spoke around the cereal in his mouth "Cookin' ish so much more cool when da food isn't trying to kill you"

Slapping Danny's arm as she rolled her "Don't eat with your mind full and tell me what got you so riled up" Sliding her laptop of her self she tucked her knees up before stretching them out over Danny, who was already going off on his story.

"Wait wait! You had Nightwing in you're restaurant and you didn't get me an autograph?" Same shot Danny a scowl, who at least had the decency to look sorry

"I was going to but they fucking dined and dashed Sam! Even when I was actively Phantom, I never, ever just left a bill!"

---

Dick knew that perhaps eating the food was a slightly bad idea, given the look B gave them when him and Tim pulled into the Cave.

He was standing there, arms crossed, thankfully cowl down, what made the sight infinitely less intimidating was Damian doing the same next to him, his head tilted to look down at them and perhaps standing on his tittpy toes a little bit.

Dick wanted to coo at the father son bonding, but remembered he had to act at least a little chastised at the moment "Yes I am sorry B, It was my decision to head in, there was no outward danger so we just took a chance."

Wincing at the gruff grunt he got from that Dick powered on, "I will write a more detailed report, but personally if anything wrong it's likely that the kid working there is Meta? I dont-"

"He can't be meta! He is very clearly a ghost Dick!" Tim interrupted already flipping through some notes he had made on the way back home, "its the only explanation...or he is a 5th dimensional Imp with a passion for cooking but I really hope not those guys suck to deal with..."

Dick nodded at that, but had to say some thing foe his own superfan imp "Nightmite is a chill dude helps sometimes with cases back in Bludhaven!"

Giving a sigh, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No mites, no metas, no ghost, go to Medbay I am running blood tests on what sweet hell you have ingested."

---

Bruce ran the test again, sure that it was wrong, praying that it was wrong.

TEST COMPLETE

TRACE LAZARUS WATERS DETECTED

Underneath was lists of chemical make ups of the samples Tim took and his sons blood, there were varying levels through out the food samples, some lighter but others were heavy on it.

What was stumping him was...it was nearly perfectly pure, the pits naturally over time get polluted, with the dirt and sediment that falls in, and with the various amounts of bodily parts and fluids that are dipped in it.

But the trace amounts Bruce was finding were a better quality than Ra's own personal pool, not the one he dips in to regain his youth that the LOA make a ritual out of, no the privet one in the Alps that was clear as glacial water.

It didn't make any sense to Bruce, who would be spreading Lazarus water around? Ra's would not simply share his secret pure stash...

Lost in thought, Bruce sat back glaring at the test results.

---

"And after I thought I was giving great service, they fucking left, no bill, no tip! I didn't even get to see Nightwings ass as he left! People say it's a godly experience! I was robbed!" Letting out a huff Danny shot Sam an incredulous look at her sudden burst of laughter. "Sa~am, this isn't funny! Never meet your heroes! I am taking this to Twitter! They shall know my fury!" His words only served to make Sam laugh even harder.

Stifling a grin Danny took out hos phone, a old busted thing that was more ducktape and prayers than actual technology, but dear go's did it still work.

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@.realwing @not-that-red-robin.real yall are toxic twinks came in to my workplace and fucking dined and dashed 0/10 Nightwing has a flat ass.]

Hitting send, Danny put his phone down, choosing to let the nights happenings go past his mind and just hang out with Sam before showering and finally going to bed.

---

Tim was hunched over his lap top, going frame by frame of his body cam footage, he *needed* to figure this out, it was like an itch in his brain that he would go through bone to get through.

His work payed off as he clicked forward another time, his feed went static before it showed a blurry blue blob in place of the diner! Proof! It was there!

Jumping at the sudden bang of his bedroom door being thrown open, Tim whirled to around to see Dicks distressed face, standing up, Tim prepared for the worst, something happened. Bruce was dead agian it had to be-

"TIMMY I AM A TWINK AM I??" Was Dicks wail as he flopped down on Tim's bed.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tim looked longingly at his laptop before closing it, "Dick, what the fuck."

Rolling around on the bed, Dick finally looked up at Tim "Littlewing sent me a tweet and...ugh just look!" Thrusting out his phone as he spoke

Pasuing at the mention of Jason, Tim  looked down at the screen and froze

"Holy shit...we forgot to pay didn't we...fuck Jason is never going to let us live that down."

Tim still remembered the first time he witnessed one of Jason's famous "make Bruce spend more money" rants about tipping.

It was glorious.

Tim now realized he would be one of two that was likely going to have to face it next.

"UGH?? You focus on the money and not the other parts? Tim I was called a toxic twink with no ass! This is a declaration of war! I have never been so offended!" Dick sat up, eyes narrowd while Tim opened up the tweet on his own phone.

"The comments agree Dick, I am sorry, you now have a flat ass congrats and welcome to the club" Tim said dryly, trying to go to the posters page, since it was clearly Danny who posted it.

Only the app crashed when he tried to. And again when he tried to a second time, and his web browser crashed when he tried opening it there

Tim was baffled on what was happening while Dick lemented on his bed before deciding to hack it later.

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween super sorry about that send me venmo and I'll pay with tip]

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@not-that-red-robin.real Fuck that face me like a coward bitch bet you wont]

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween...bet]

---

Somewhere in a safe house in Crime Ally, Jason let out a little giggled as he scrolled through the comments on the funniest post he had found in a while, Jason was surely going to have to speak to Timberly and Dickiebird about paying their bills but right now?

He was kicking his feet watching Dick have a public meltdown as Nightwing.

Finally, he wouldn't be the only one who had to retake the Bat Media course.

How was he supposed to know doing peace signs next to a person he just shot wasn't allowed?

[mcflymemes]

THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1998 film

what's going on?

i have class and you don't.

i'll tell you what i'm gonna do.

what was your mother like?

i agree. it totally sucks.

we actually did it!

still biting those nails, i see.

oh, don't do this to me. i'm already seeing double.

any of your pictures ruined?

it's time to break up this little love fest.

you're young, beautiful, sexy...

i may never be alone with you again.

what do you expect? to live happily ever after?

what did you call me?

yes. to all of the above.

ooh, let me help you with that.

you know, sometime if we're ever really alone maybe we could talk about what happened between us.

i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.

get the picture?

it ended so fast.

wow, suddenly you're so interested in math!

have you seen your father?

i would pay big money to see that woman climb a mountain.

who are you, robert de niro? yes, i am talking to you.

you probably don't remember me...

if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin.

this arrangement really sucks.

come here, we have to talk.

i think there's something on your head.

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

okay, sorry. got a little nervous!

the man went completely ashen like i was the bloody ghost of christmas past.

can one of you get something cold for my head?

this is so scary.

i promise i'll make your lives miserable.

i think it's an awesome idea. inspired. brilliant, really.

i know. it seems like it's been forever.

okay, on the count of three, we'll show them to each other.

this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination!

i know she was really beautiful.

most people find that totally disgusting.

totally, it's like a dream come true.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

i'm really thirsty.

i think you're kind of missing the point.

hey, you sounded just like me!

i learned it at camp.

it's me or them.

let's discuss this calmly. calmly and rationally.

this is so scary.

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

excuse me?

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

that's where i have to go.

what are you doing here?

we were so young. we both had tempers, we said stupid things so i packed.

i made the mistake of not coming after you once. i'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are.

what has gotten into you?

you didn't come after me.

that's perfectly... perfect. have fun.

you can't get married!

i'm not so hungry anymore.

that really doesn't matter anymore.

i suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically.

don't shut your eyes!

i'm going to take the lead.

we have a butler?

we decided to switch places.

honey, you never looked better.

this is where we're eating?

that girl is without a doubt the lowest most awful creature to ever walk the planet.

can i hug her?

how exactly are we paying for this?

i'm supposed to, aren't i?

start unzipping.

go on, just do it.

i'm crawling back into bed, and sleeping 'til lunch.

i'll make you a little deal.

i didn't even know you spoke french.

nobody. forget i mentioned it.

i've loved you your whole life.

that does not sound like a possibility, babe.

it'll totally ruin completely everything!

you wanna know the real difference between us?

how did you know that?

that would be correct.

you have no idea.

mine's a pathetic little thing.

i just hope that one day you could love me as me.

thank you, thank you very much!

don't look at me. i don't know a thing.

you're g ood, but you're just not good enough.

what are you rummaging in your trunk for this time?

don't you realize what's happening?

this is so freaky.

if i didn't know any better, i'd say it's almost like you were... forget it. it's impossible.

i hope you're not mad because i love you so much.

loser jumps into the lake after the game.

i changed a lot over the summer.

i've never seen you and i've dreamt of meeting you my whole life.

[klonnieshippersclub]

bonnieklaus & "get him back" by olivia rodrigo because:

bonnie met this guy in the summer (named klaus) and left him in the spring because he was so argumentative and problematic about everything... maybe she can fix him... she wants to make him lunch but also kiss his face with an uppercut.... and meet his mom (which, in Canon tvdverse, she has!!) just to tell Esther klaus sucks! they would put such a unique twist on get him back tbh

I'm no writer but I can plan a "get him back" inspired fic!

How about this: Bonnie and Klaus have a summer romance post-season 2. He takes her with him and Stefan as they travel. Bonnie finds herself falling for his charm. Things don't get too physical between them besides a few surprise kisses that Bonnie doesn't initiate. Bonnie has a ghost-loving boyfriend from hell and she's too loyal to cheat. Bonnie dismisses her feelings for Klaus and shuts down any opportunity for their relationship to grow because of his evil ways.

When Bonnie returns to Mystic Falls and they both pretend not to care about each other, she realizes how much she misses Klaus but she still wants to kill him. She wants to win him back, kick his ass, and make him change his ways all while dealing with his family and her friends. It's a bit overwhelming for our favorite teen witch.

Just imagine Stefan slaughtering people at Klaus' command while the Original Hybrid is busy showering Bonnie with gifts and taking her on picnics. Someone please write this!

[wormstacheangel]

Dean was new to the neighborhood. Actually, Dean was new to a lot of things that were happening at the moment.

“Oh,” Dean looked away from the captivating baby blues and into the direction of the barista who was closing the shop around them. “Guess they’re closing.”

“Guess so.”

He was finally getting his life together, becoming a civilian, and using his free will—and his magical Charlie card— to retire in style. He’s only been here for three months, fixing an old house to be home for a kid that wasn’t his but he proudly tells everyone otherwise. It’s supposed to be a fresh start for them both. No witches, ghosts, or ghouls. Just whatever normal is supposed to be. 

But then he walked into this cafe and there he was.

Sitting there, reading a book as if it was a normal Tuesday night. Welcoming him with a smile while the whole place felt how a home was supposed to feel. Peaceful. Warm. Accepted. Loved.

Dean looks back at Cas, his fingers still holding tight to the other man’s hand. “Are you…do you want-?”

“Let’s go home, Dean.”

Cas has been gone for months—486 days—and he never gave up on him but all these failed attempts were taking a toll on them. So they agreed, while he searched for ways to get Cas back, he’ll use his free time to build a sense of normality for them. That meant school and work. Driving lessons and late-night study sessions. Making friends and having movie nights with pizza delivery. 

It meant giving Jack a chance at a life that was never an option for them. To act like a teenager they wanted while they also learned to control their powers because that’s their normal. It’s a mix of busy mornings where Jack needs to fly to school instead of Dean dropping them off but then Dean needs to drop off the forgotten lunch Jack left behind. 

And everything was fine and dandy but the hole in their life was still there. 

That is until now. 

The missing puzzle piece for their apple pie life was holding his hand as they walked home. Cas talked about how Eileen was the first person he saw when he made his way back to the bunker. He was so happy to see her and went for the hug but she splashed him with holy water. 

Cas chuckled and Dean melted at the sound, laughing alongside him. 

“You’ve barely said a word,” Cas whispered, Dean, can see his breath from the cold. “I’m sorry for surprising you. It was Sam’s idea and I went along with it because I…well I just wanted…I um, I wanted to see you.”

Dean sucked in the cold air that burned his chest, he couldn't imagine what his face was doing but he tightened his hold on the familiar hand. 

“I’m just,” Dean stopped by his truck and looked for his keys while he thought of the words. But opening up about how fucking happy he was to have Cas back is too much to deal with in public. It took everything in him to stay together when he first walked in there but now they were alone. Nothing but a street light over their heads to keep them company. “On cloud nine over here.”

Dean held the key out to open the door but his hands were too shaky. He felt himself losing control of himself. The wall he built crumbled after all this time and while he expected anger to come out, it was tears. It was pure relief mixed with the grief he never faced. 

He cried for the one he lost and now has back. 

“Dean.” He felt strong arms wrap around him, holding him together and warm. Crying alongside him. 

Dean had to deal with a lot of new things at the start of this chapter of his life and he wanted this for as long as he could have it. This routine and calm to be his always but he never let himself imagine enjoying this life with the one he wanted more than anything. 

“Stay.” Dean hid his face into Cas’s shoulder, gripping him by the jacket and never wanting to let him go. “Just fucking stay with us, man.” He took a shaky breath and bumped their foreheads together, his hands reaching to hold Cas’s face in place. “Stay with me, Cas. Stay with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, Dean.” Cas held Dean’s coat, pulling him in close as he blinked away tears. “I love you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat before he became putty in this man’s hands. Tipping his head back just enough to press a soft sad excuse for a kiss on his lips. It was hesitant and scary at first but then the second kiss Cas leaned into it. 

-

When they finally arrived home, Sam was there with Jack and cold pizza. 

“Castiel! I cleaned my room!” Jack bounced off the couch and started tugging at Cas’s arm. “You can see it now.”

“Guessing you came here first?” Dean asked Sam while Cas was whisked away by his kid.

“Yeah, Jack said you were probably getting your coffee fix and I didn’t want to lose this chance to surprise you.” Sam smiled up at him from the couch. “Surprise, old man.”

Dean hit him in the head with a pillow before sitting right beside him on the couch. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“I just drove him here but it was all him.” Sam’s hand patted Dean’s shoulder. “You guys gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Think we’re gonna be okay.” 

“What about you? You okay?”

Dean turned to look at Cas who poked his head out of the kitchen. “Jack is asking if it’s too late for sundaes but I’m not sure about the rules now.”

Sam stood up to walk over, “Jack, you just ate half a box of pizza!”

“But I’m happy! When I’m happy, I eat.” 

Dean follows the bickering, enjoying the familiar voices together again. He watched Sam give up and start making them all sundaes while Cas sat and listened to Jack give him the short version of everything he had missed.

In the middle of that, Cas smiled up at Dean. Looking at him with no sadness in his eyes because for the first time in their lives, they were going to be more than just okay. They’re all going to be happy.

[frenchfrywrites]

Contagious 

MINORS DNI

Warnings: sickie afab sub top trans masc reader, caretaker bottom dom Rook Hunt, emetophilia, mommy kink, lil dacryphilia, lactation kink (kinda sorta), blowjob, google translate french

terms used for reader: cunt, clit

Thank you @pomefiore-visitor for the commission!! I was so so delighted to get this request you have no idea!!!!!! it felt wickedly self indulgent sgshgdk ^^ <3

It has been one week since you’ve seen your boyfriend Rook, and on top of having a stomach bug, you think you’ve started to experience withdrawal symptoms. Curled up in your bed, a mountain of blankets atop of you, all you can think of is his bright green eyes and how much you miss him.

Vil is the reason Rook’s not here with you now, caring and comforting you as you know he would be. After finding out you were sick, the Housewarden exiled you from Pomefiore, and banned you from seeing Rook, for the fear of your sickness passing through the dorm was too much for him to handle. 

Rook had been there the day you’d gotten sick though. You had left class early, not feeling well enough to focus or deal with the general daily bullshit that finds you at NRC. He had insisted on walking you back, arguing that you may faint or hurt yourself if you were to return alone. It wasn’t long after you settled down in Ramshackle that you found yourself hunched over a bucket, emptying the contents of your lunch. The ghosts and Grim had made themselves scarce when they saw you snatch the bucket from the floor and gag. Rook, however, had stayed by your side, cooing and tracing comforting shapes on your back.

He’d stayed with you through the worst of it, that was of course before he was pulled away from you. Instead, the ghosts and Grim returned to your side and did their best (which paled in comparison) to care for you. You’re mildly surprised you’re still alive. 

You’re on the edge of sleep and consciousness when you hear your window rattle. Hauling yourself awake slowly, you come face to face with Rook. 

“Wuh?” you groan blearily, wondering if he’s really there or if your fever came back. The feeling of his gloved hand cupping your cheek makes you realize he really is here with you. “Bonne soirée, mon bien-aimé,” he greets you softly, “I missed you.” You whine softly at his confession,

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, scooching over so he can join you on your bed. Rook plops himself down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you close. 

“It’s been such agony without you! And it pained me to know you’re wasting away, in such misery, all on your lonesome. Darling I just had to come see you,” you smile at his dramatics, giving him a loving kiss. 

“I missed you too,” you tell him after you pull away. There’s not much light in your room, but you’re close enough to him that you can see the way he flushes. Rook leans in, kissing you again. 

A wave of nausea ripples through your stomach, but you push it down in favor of licking your tongue along his lips. Rook lets out a soft whine, letting you into his mouth. 

“Mommy,” you breathe softly when you part for air, tugging at his shirt. 

“Aw mon amour,” he touches your bottom lip gently, “do you want to suck on mommy’s chest?” he asks hopefully. You let out a soft sigh, 

“Yes please,” and with those magic words, Rook tugs off his shirt for you, peeling off his gloves as well, tossing them all in a pile on your floor. With his upper body bare, you lean in and take one of his nipples into your mouth. You suck, then lick your tongue over it until it’s hard in your mouth. 

“Oh bébé,” he coos, bringing his hand to your head, watching you intently as you suck at his nipples. “You make mommy feel so good, you know that?” he mumbles softly. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you bask in his attention. It’s nights like these that you wish Rook could give you milk. He’s made it clear that he wants that, and has even looked into potions and spells that’d help him along. You rub your thighs together, attempting to quell the heat that grows as you think about his tits leaking milk as you fuck him.

“Ooh,” he gasps, gently moving you to his other nipple, “good boy,” he praises when you take it happily into your mouth. 

You know that neither of you will be satisfied with you sucking at his chest. His half hard cock pressing against your stomach is proof enough. After giving his other nipple equal attention, you pull back and fumble at his pants,

“Mama please let me suck you off?” you ask softly, giving him your best puppy eyes. 

“Oh bébé how could I possibly say no to you,” he says as he helps you get him out of his pants, looking excited and eager. You settle yourself comfortably between his legs, stroking him to full hardness and trying not to drool as you think about his cock in your mouth. 

Rook has not given you permission to touch yourself, so you place your hands on his strong thighs, and lean in to give the head of his cock a loving kiss. He lets out a bemused hum, letting you kiss along his length, until his patience runs thin and he places a hand on your head to guide you back to his tip.

You open your mouth and give him a lick, before sucking him into your mouth. With a moan, you swallow your way down his cock, slow and steady until you’ve got him lodged down your throat and your nose buried in his pubes.

“There we go darling,” he moans softly, letting you adjust to his length, before he guides your head back up. Slowly you work up a rhythm, bobbing your head while sucking, licking, swallowing, and occasionally moaning along his cock.

Sucking Rook’s dick is not an easy feat. You feel every inch of him press against your throat, consuming all of your senses so all you think of is him. Every so often a wave of nausea hits you, and rather than make you want to stop, it makes your head fuzzy and thick with lust. You know there’s a wet spot steadily growing in your underwear just from giving him head.

“Ah, you’re so sick,” he mumbles suddenly. You look up, curious as to what he’ll start rambling about, swirling your tongue around his tip before descending down again. “But mon bébé, it seems like you don’t truly hate it, do you?” And at that, you nearly choke on his cock, giving him a wild look as you try to pull off.

Rook only smiles in return, using just a fraction of his strength to hold you where you are. “I think” his cock twitches in your mouth, “you like being sick,” he continues, saying it like it’s fact. There’s no disgust nor disdain evident in his voice, and that’s a relief for you.

Nevertheless, you still feel blood rush to your cheeks at his words. You’d hoped your disheveled state, and the small, infrequent moans you’d let out as you vomited in front of him days ago could have been excused away by your sickness. Of course, Rook would be the one to pick up on your arousal.

“Tell me, little pet, do you want to puke on mommy’s cock?” he asks– as if he were inquiring about the weather– easing his cock out of your mouth.

Your answer falls out of your mouth like drool before you can even think it through, “yes, please mommy,” you whine, your voice hoarse. Part of you feels dizzy, thinking this can’t really be happening. Again you worry if your fever is come back. You’re stunned that when he’d figured out about your perverse interest, that Rook hadn’t shamed or ridiculed you. He seems to sense this, and offers you the most tender look as he guides his cock back into your mouth.

“Mommy would like that a lot, sweet thing,” he coos, thrusting his hips, and fucking your mouth slowly. Pre begins to flow from his cock onto your tongue, and you groan as another, more violent wave of nausea rushes through you. “You’re close, non? God I’m so excited to see it,” he mutters, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and you gag. “Fuh- forgive me mon cher, I can’t wait to see you empty your guts, puking from mama’s cock, ungh,” looking up you can faintly see his bright green eyes staring you down. You gag again, and this time it’s not due to the force nor weight of his cock.

“Fuck,” his grip on you tightens at the feeling of you gagging around his cock, “just like that mon cheri. Ah I know sucking mama’s cock is hard, but you’re doing su–uh–ch a good job,” he praises, slamming his dick into your mouth, and abusing your gag reflex.

On another day, you may have been able to take more, but your pharyngeal reflex has grown so sensitive with all the work it’s done during your stomach bug. Your eyes water as you dry heave around his cock, and Rook pulls you off in time for you to lean over and vomit on the floor. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sensation, your erect clit throbbing between your legs.

You sway at the force of it, clinging onto any part of him you can grab to stop yourself from falling off the bed as you retch once or twice more, drool dropping from your messy mouth and onto the floor. Blinking away tears you look to your boyfriend. He stares at you with wide eyes, his lips parted, and his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Ah,” he breathes after a moment, leaning over to cup your face sweetly, “did that hurt, chéri?”

You nod, fat tears welling up in the corners of your eye. He coos, “oh my sweet baby, you did such a good job,” he reassures you. “Mommy promises he’ll make you feel all better, okay?” you nod dumbly, feeling dazed, horny, and eager.

“Go get your cock for me,” he directs, murmuring a cleaning spell to rid your rug of the vomit. You do as you’re told, stumbling your way to the box under your bed, where you keep your toys.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Rook moving around, preoccupying himself as you strip yourself of your clothes and slip on your harness. The dildo attached to it is Rook’s favorite, a five inch, realistic vibrator. Once it’s attached to you comfortably, you look up to find Rook with his head down and ass up, shoving three fingers into his hole. 

“Mommy,” you moan, joining him on your bed, settling yourself on your knees behind him. 

“Ngh, I figured this position would be best,” Rook explains breathlessly, looking back as he continues to fuck himself with his fingers, “I’ll- hah- miss being able to see you, but since you’re so weak and ill- ah- it’ll be good for you to lean your weight on me, non?” You nod, because it’s good reasoning, but also you’re mostly just grateful for the view at the moment. 

You breathe heavily, watching Rook stretch himself for you, and trying your best not to think about your ever present symptoms. It’s not too long before he deems himself ready, and pulls his fingers out from his hole slowly. 

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you cage his body with yours, resting your upper body on his back, and mounting him. Your tip presses against his hole, and you’re seconds away from thrusting inside before Rooks stops you. 

“Wait, wait,” he gasps, fumbling around and passing you the lube. Your head is so foggy with lust and sickness that it takes you a moment to register what he wants you to do with it. It clicks, and you pull back enough to lather your cock with it, before tossing it elsewhere. 

This time, when your dick presses against his entrance Rook lets out a pleased hum, and rocks his hips back against you. “Come on now baby,” he moans, “want you to fuck mommy with your cock,” and you don’t need any more permission than that. 

You press your hips forward, pushing in the head of the dildo into him, and slowly sliding it deeper. You’re slow, but persistent, and soon enough your hips are pressed flush against his, the fullness of the dildo nestled perfectly inside of Rook. You breathe heavily against his neck, trying your best to keep still so he can adjust. 

“Okay darling,” he whispers after a moment, “you can move,” and with that you don’t hold back any more. You give it to him hard and fast, all the events of the night making you needier than you’d care to admit. 

“Mommy,” you whine pathetically, licking and kissing at his neck as you pound him into the mattress. 

“Ah, yes baby, merde, c'est si bon,” he keens, and you just know he’s clenching and squeezing around your length as you hit his g-spot repeatedly. “Allume ça-ah- turn on the vibrator bébé,” he begs, clutching at the pillow underneath him. 

It’s a wonder how you do it, but you manage it, and Rook lets out a gasping moan. “Ungh- yes-” his voice cracks, his legs shaking. The sudden vibrations pressing against your neglected clit makes your hips jolt. 

“Mommy- gonna cum,” you rush, your orgasm sneaking up on you and then hitting you out of no where. 

“Cum for mommy, baby- ah- I’m close too,” it’s rare for you both to be so close so fast, but the week of space between the two of you must have caused more damage than you’d thought. Blindly, you reach around his waist, and take his cock in your hand. Rook shudders under you, like he’s been electrocuted, humping into your palm as he chases his climax.

“Mommy, mommy, muh-ah- Rook-” you gasp as you cum, your pace growing hard and erratic as you fuck him through it. Rook follows quick after, groaning your name as his cum spills onto the sheets. 

As soon as you’re able to, you pull out, and flop down next to him, sweaty, shivering, and so sleepy you can barely keep your eyes open. 

Rook has always bounced back quicker than you’d believe, and he leans over happily to kiss and pet you, until you can only lie there like a corpse because exhaustion has taken a hold of every cell in your body. 

“Ugh-” you peak an eye open at the noise he makes to see Rook, wide eyed and stiff, with a hand covering his mouth. “I don’t feel so good,” he confesses after a moment. You groan, pushing him gently, 

“No don’t say that,” you plead, “Vil will kill me, totally actually literally kill me, if you get sick.” And he knows you're right, but all Rook does is laugh at your statement.

If he did get sick from being near you, you promise yourself that you’ll stick by his side and nurse him back to health. If that means you have to fight Vil to do so, then you won’t hold any punches. 

[ohtobeleah]

How do you think everyone would mark the one year anniversary of Bobs death? They each have so many different types of trauma to deal with. Would they mark it separately in their own ways or together?

Terms of Endearment

I feel like the first year that goes by would just be the hardest of all. It’s full of love and new beginnings for Bradley and yourself and little Dotty. It’s full of adventure and romance for Jake and Amilia. It’s full of excitement and passion for Rhett and Phoenix but at the same time all that happiness and excitement is shrouded in the fact you all lost a dear friend. Bob.

You all definitely plan a day. Maybe it’s down at the reserve for a lunch and a check in. To remember Bob for who he was and laugh and remember he wouldn’t have given his life for everyone to just lose their way. He’d want you all to continue living, growing.

It’s only been a year so everyone is still incredibly raw and emotional. You and Bradley are just coming back from your honeymoon, Dots just turned four, you’ve just found out your expecting a second little munchkin and Rooster couldn’t be more excited if he tried to be.

But through all the laugher and joy, there’s tear’s because Bob isn’t there to celebrate all the good that’s going on in life now.

“You ever stop to think what he’d say in certain situations?” Jakes asking while he watches Amilia and yourself play with Dotty on the swings in the park down by the reserve.

“He’d say something stupid like he shoots he scores or something no one would expect him to say.” Bradleys chuckling to himself at the thought. “Fuck I miss him man—“

“Yeah.” All Jake can see playing through his mind like a roladex suck on the same memory is Jaidyn telling him to choose. “Yeah me too.” He goes home that night and can’t sleep. Amilia tries her best to help him settle with melatonin and soft scratches, but nothing seems to help. When Jake does fall asleep he wakes up screaming that he’s sorry.

But as the years go by and the days count on and on that Robert Floyd’s been six feet under and watching from the heavens above, things get a little easier. There’s still moments where things just would have been a hell of a lot easier to navigate if Bob was still alive. Like when Odette confronts Rhett about Bobby Bear, or when Rhett and Phoenix have kids of their own and everything falls to shit around them. The phase “I’m not him! I’ll never be him and if that’s who you wanted me to be then you’re gonna have to re-evaluate Tash because I’m not Rob!” Plays on repeat in Phoenix’s head every day since the bust up.

“We didn’t kill him, Jake.” And “You didn’t pull the trigger Fe.” Are said a lot between you and Jake when there’s phone calls in the middle of the night after panic attacks.

“I swear he’s still around hon, I can feel him.” Bradley’s convinced Bob follows his daughter everywhere like a lost soul for about three or four years after the fact.

“There’s no such thing as ghost Roo—“ You say time and time again, until your nightmares aren’t nightmares anymore and you see what you think is Bob sitting in the backseat of Phoenixes fighter jet that’s in for maintenance.

“Bob?” You have to ask, you have to rub your eyes and take a deep breath in.

“Who the hell is Bob?” Ellie, Phoenix’s new backs-seater is asking as she walks into your hanger. “Is that the guy in the photo in Nixs lockers?”

“No that’s Rhett.” You reply. “It’s a death twin brother thing.”

[tetsuroushoe]

[10:23 p.m]

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Content: NSFW, smut, slight angst, fluff at the end.

Word count: 2.9K

Warning: fem bodied reader, mention of the word "pussy", profanities, sexual content, fingering, dubcon, use of dirty names, sudden penetration. (Lemme know what I missed)

A/N: It's my first ever smut writing so I'm nervous as heck pls. It's fluff for a major part with comfort. I am trying guys to write major smut so bear with me, lovely people.

MINORS, I WILL TSAH TSAH YOU IF YOU INTERACT.

The beatings of the wheels against the tracks added another factor that made your dull headache to escalate even more. You sighed in frustration as you craved nothing more than just to enter your house. Your eyes flashed the memories of your shitty day that you barely wished to reminisce. The unfinished lunch, the pending work from juniors, the subtle taunts from the HR about your incompetence made you feel terrible and now dealing with some random guy who spilled orange juice over all your dress pants? Couldn’t this day get any more worse?

Your mood felt like a dam that was about to break anytime and it did. You stomped your way from the station to your apartment after snapping at a guy who was bargaining about the ticket price. You sighed as you wished nothing more than just to put a full stop to this day.

Entering your home, you saw a pair of shoes just haphazardly thrown in front of the shelf. This ticked you off. You gritted your teeth as you put yours and Hajime’s shoes back. Grumbling about how he was “insensitive” to household matters.

Well, it seems like Iwaizumi didn’t encounter a good day either. He was furious…if his actual mood is said to describe. His scowl etched more prominently on his features when he saw the bedroom being messy. He was about to exit the room when he saw you standing at the threshold, fuming. You rolled your eyes as you pass him and that seemed to irk him even more.

“You could’ve at least arrange the bed before leaving, Y/N” he says in a calm but sardonic manner. You scoff before taking your clothes and heading to the changing room, while Hajime glowers at you.

You come out, mood still not lifted and being even more vexed as you go to the kitchen counters, rummaging through the cabinets for some junk snacks, hoping these would help you a bit. Your husband eyes you angrily as you briskly put away the snacks and slam the cabinet doors.

“Don’t eat those at this time, Y/N” he says this in a rather not-so-affectionate voice and you snap back at him at his level of insensitivity.

“I would rather have you arrange some household stuff instead of policing me around!” You huff as you slam another cabinet. He was taken aback by your snap, anger bubbling inside him.

“Mind repeating that, Y/N?” he raises an eyebrow, voice icy cold.

“Oh please, cut your crap, Hajime and if that is also not possible for you then fuck off.” you roll your eyes and say before turning your back to him.

Soon enough, you feel his large hands gripping the back of your neck as he brings his mouth closer to the shell of your ear as he mutters,

“Looks like someone needs to get put into their place.” His voice sent tremors down your spine. He hooks one of your legs over his hips as he roughly nips your neck. You breathe heavily as you throw your head over his shoulders. He tightens his hold on your hips, even more strongly than before, almost leaving marks. Snaking one hand towards your core, he ghosts his hands over the sweet spot and moving back up. Flipping you as your chest meets his, he picks you up and strides towards your shared bedroom. You try to retaliate which fuels Hajime even more as he throws you over the mattress with almost zero regard.

You yelp as your back hits the mattress and you try to get up. But not quick enough to evade Hajime’s lips that crashed against yours. He sucked in the breath that you exhaled and held the sides of your head with his rough calloused hand. His lips aggressively sucking your lower lips and you whimpered, half in pain; half in pleasure. His hands that were on your sides soon went up to your hair as he yanked your hair away to break the kiss. Hajime turned you over on your chest and yanked your hair again as he formed a makeshift ponytail with his hand.

“Let’s see how long you put up your bitchy front now” he says as he hovers over your back.

You let out a squeal at this sudden manhandling. Your mind not comprehending the fact that why you aren’t getting much enjoyment from this like usual.

Hajime, on the other hand, interpreted that you were acting bratty for this treatment. He decided to push your limits a bit as it can be said that your attitude did piss him off. Not realizing that the frown on your face might be something complete opposite to what he thinks you want.

He pulled down your pajamas, chuckling darkly at the sight of you not wearing any panties underneath. A little string of slick attached to the pajamas and formed a circular splotch.

“Look at your cunt, slut. I barely touched you and you are dripping. What a whore.” he ended his sentence with the loud smack on your ass to which you responded with a cry of pain.

“Haji- Hajime…I-…Please…” your sentence not even finishing before you earned another particularly rough spank. Tears filled the brim of your eyes as you bite your lips to stop any noise from coming out.

“Address me properly, slut. Use your mouth that was running like scissors a while ago, why don’t you?” he hisses before giving another smack, this time, right across your bare pussy. You let out a rather audible moan at this as your entire body jerked upwards. You clawed the sheets and tried to escape from his prying hands, before he hooked you with his right arm across your torso, his fingers groping the flesh of your tits and pinching your nipples.

You close your eyes as you feel tears sliding down your cheeks at this new stimulation. He kisses your shoulder, sucking the skin which later left a deep purple mark.

You try to breathe heavily and relax your body when you feel Hajime inserting two of his fingers without any warning. You gasp at this sudden intrusion to which he grunts.

“Stay still.” He darkly warns, scissoring his digits over your walls, causing you to let out a moan. He continues his assault on your pussy as he jerks his hand up and down. Hajime positioned his palm on your pubic bone as he pressed into you, to which you painfully convulse.

“Stop sucking my fingers like it’s a dick, whore. Fuck, you do live for this, don’t you, cumslut?” he jerked his fingers upwards to which you yet moaned loudly, but deep down, his words felt wrong.

Does he really think I live for this? Didn’t he notice my bad mood? Does he even take notice of that nowadays? Does he really think that low of me? Am I just a piece of meat for him now?

He fucked you with his fingers as his thumb now pressed on your clit and rubbed harsh circles. Your body felt a wave of shock and before you knew, you were gushing around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out; as he watched you stumble in the bed and fall over the pillows. You half expected him to now pull you into a hug and just get over with the night that was enough of an ordeal for you. But boy, were you wrong…

He took both your wrists and locked them up with one of his arms. You tried to push him off but your retaliation seemed like another invitation to him.

“You are prepared enough to take this cock, aren’t you, fucking whore?” he asks. He didn’t seem to search any answer for this because moments later, you felt him sinking inside your heat, inch by inch. He left your hand and groped your hips as he bottomed out. You could feel the burn in that stretch and that wasn’t okay. You gently tried to push him away, but he swatted your hand away.

“Take it like the dumb cocksleeve that you are.” He darkly whispers on your ear. Now removing himself from you.

Pulling himself completely out of you, Hajime stared thrusting inside you with reckless vigor. Pain overwhelmed your senses as you felt your body rocked by his strong one. You claw at the sheets and start whimpering.

"F-Fuck...you're so tight, hnghh...what a dirty little whore you are, getting off at such lewd words...nhnnggh."

He was grunting and groaning on top of you but you barely felt any arousing sensation. You again tried to stop him non-verbally, hoping he would catch the hint but Hajime, being driven by lust and the sensation of your clenching walls, again swatted your hands. And this is where you lose your cool.

“Hajime, STOP I SAID.” You scream, tears splattering all over your cheeks from your eyes. He looks at you, pulling himself out. You push him away from you as your frustrated tears cascade down your cheeks. Hajime sat there for a moment before bringing one hand over your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

“Baby-“he quietly whispers, all irritation, anger, arousal dissipating from his voice and from the air. He tries cupping your cheek but your anger took over your head as you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me now, Hajime. Clearly you don’t understand about another person’s feelings and mood over your own. I had a terrible day at work Hajime and I just wanted some timeout” You hiss as you try to find your clothes. He sat there quietly, guilt eating out his insides.

He recalls back to when you were acting all bitchy. How did he miss your fatigued eyes, your worn out body? How did he not notice that what you needed was affirmation and gentle hold? Instead he treated you like a rag doll, spewing lewdness all over you like some sex-driven maniac. His insides wrenched when he noticed the little marks he placed on your body, out of anger and the drive to put you to place. He acted like the men he hates the most. Those who barely see their partner’s wants, yet he acted like one. He chose his own desire over everything.

Hajime sees you prodding towards the shower. He wanted to assist but felt like his entire body was weighing down on him, unable for him to move. He sat there as he watched you emerge out of shower and head out for the other room.

“I’ll be sleeping on the guest room, Iwaizumi.” You faintly say as you look down. He didn’t say a word as he watched you leave the room.

Hajime ran his fingers over his spiky locks. He feels like shit. The person meaning the world to him felt disappointed on him to such extent that she rather went over and sleep on a different room. Tears prickled his own eyes as he tries to soothe the contempt that swirled inside of him.

After almost like an hour, Hajime decides to check upon you. His eyes weren’t snapping shut and he felt the urge to spill everything on his mind to you. He enters the room, carefully, so as to not wake you up. He looks over your sleeping figure. The way you tuck one hand over your neck and your mouth half opens, the way your hair rubs against the pillow and just spreads all over the sheets. His insides fluttered as he watched you.

Two years into marriage and he still gets the giddiness in watching you being sound asleep. He remembers you calling him a “Romantic Creep” and laughing at his sappiness, his heart twinges in pain.

He sits at the edge of the bed, his hands drawing the comforter over your body. He takes in your left hand, as he rubs the ring finger and the thin ring adorning it. He gently kisses it and holds your hand securely.

“Y/N, I know you are extremely angry and disappointed at me. And you should be. I acted like a total dickhead without any brains. I am sorry for hurting you and not understanding what you want. But believe me babe, I didn’t mean a single thing back then. I know my words are barely enough to take back all the pain I gave you just now but still I am giving a shot. Take as much time as you want if you want to forgive me. I love you so much, my baby…I seriously cannot fathom anything in future without your hand resting against mine. You’re my breather and you’re literally the beacon of light in my life

I am no good in apologizing in anything but everything I am saying now is just coming out from my heart. I’ll give you your space to think about everything. It is visibly paining me to leave you here but I know you want this space so I’ll give you that. I love you, my love and I am extremely sorry.” His voice cracked at the end and he sniffles while looking at your gorgeous face.

Hajime kisses your shoulder, then your cheeks and lastly your forehead before leaving the room. He knows he’s barely gonna get any sleep tonight. You felt him leave as the door softly closed again. You let out an audible sigh as you felt more tears falling from your cheeks. Your heart now playing tug-of-war with your two spectrums of feelings towards Hajime. You felt his genuineness when he gently kissed your ring finger and you feel bad for not really communicating and letting your own frustration get the worst of you. You spent the majority of the night, thinking about having a conversation with him tomorrow.

Your sleep broke at the alarm blaring and you instantly could smell the sweet smell of porridge. You waste no more time in bed and head over to the kitchen. You see Hajime, eyes drooping as he puts the porridge in one bowl and take the juice. His eyes met yours and any resentment left flew out off the window. He tentatively walks towards you and inches closer to you. He awkwardly tries to hug you, still worried about you pushing him away. But when he felt your body relax against him and one hand resting on his back, he doesn’t wastes a single second to pull your body towards him. Every fiber of his being felts a sense of relief when he feels his other half coming back to him again. He kisses your hair, your eyes, and your chin. He rubs his hands over your back gently and caresses your face. He nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and stays like this.

“I am so sorry, baby. I seriously am. You don’t think I mean those anymore, do you?” he asks you concernedly. You eye at him and shrug.

“Your words hurt me more than anything last night, Haji…I felt worthless. Do YOU really mean those, you tell me?” Hajime kisses your face with gentle ardour, wishing to wash away every single bad feeling away from you. You feel him kiss your tears away, which involuntarily fell down.

“Never ever, baby. Never in my entire life will I ever mean those. I respect you over everyone and everything else, babe, believe it. You are one of the strongest and the most perfect women in my eyes and will forever be one. I love you, Y/N.”

You melt at his words. You know he means every single one of them. His eyes, his love, his gestures say it all. Hajime is a man of genuine words and his reassurance is nothing but a morale booster for you.

“If you want, we’ll never use degradation in bed ever again. I hate seeing you broken, especially if it’s by me.” Hajime says as he fixes your hair and cups your cheek.

“Haji, it was an exception last night. Plus I am sorry too for being such a bitch too. I know it’s a little difficult to immediately forget and forgive but we both know that we had let our emotions get over our head. Plus, we both like that in bed, why ruin it?” You say while running your hands over the nape of his neck and kissing his cheek lightly.

“You sure?” Hajime rests his forehead against yours and sighs…“One hundred percent, sapman...do you want to test that out?” You laugh when you see him narrowing your eyes at you.

“Not now, you need your deserved rest after last night so let’s have breakfast and then lounge around and talk about it, hmm?” You kiss his lips as you felt warmth spreading inside you at his willingness to talk.

“I love you, Haji. I know you didn’t mean it last night but yeah like you said, it’s better if we talk this through. But…”

“But what, babe? Is something else bothering you? You can talk to me about this. I will be open to everything you need to say, even past-“

“Oh my God, Haji…I was about to say I am starving. Let’s go have breakfast first. Does anyone know you’re a sapman like that?” Haji exhales in exasperation.

“Babe-”… “Okay, sorry sorry, babe. Now, let’s go for breakfast. It smells wonderful from here”

You move towards the table as you serve yourself the porridge and relish it, while Hajime feels full already, full with relief and peace when he sees you like this. You are the messiah of his life and he vows to never hurt you like that again.

[9:30 a.m]

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[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today. 

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins. 

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting. 

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.  

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.” 

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time. 

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.  

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell. 

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.” 

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes? 

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath. 

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question. 

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected. 

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand. 

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.  

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that. 

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you. 

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha. 

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night. 

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 3/?

Pt. 1 / / pt. 2

A/n: cannot believe we made it to pt. 3 I’m sksksksksk,,,, they finally get together! Pt 4/5 will b them all together and adjusting and then it’ll b readers bday so 👀👀

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: swearing, omegaverse, mad pining, Katsuki get exposed for going to therapy lmao, Izuku is kinda a shithead, Katsuki b mad insecure, reader is still dumb- everyone except for Izuku is bad at feelings

The two of you had gotten sidetracked, really quickly, it wasn’t even twenty minutes before you were putting a horror video on the tv. That was almost an hour ago, and you were about to doze off now, laying on your back with your head on the arm rest, Izuku right on top of you with his head tucked under your chin. You didn’t know how you got into this position, but you weren’t complaining, it was… nice. Perfect, almost, but something still felt like it was missi-

“Y/n- why the fuck are our stupid friends asking me about your new- Deku?” Katsuki burst through the door, already yelling, and his scent took on a burnt tinge that almost had you gagging when he slammed the door behind him.

“Kacchan! I didn’t realise you were Y/n’s roommate!” Izuku perked up almost immediately, sitting up so he was straddling you with his eyes fixed right on Katsuki.

“Wait, you two know each other-“ You tried to sit up, barely managing to turn your head to see Katsuki, Izuku was stronger than he looked, and he obviously didn’t want you moving-

“Yeah we go way back, childhood friends, right Kacchan?” Izuku’s tone was light, but you couldn’t see the feral look on his face from where you were trapped on the couch.

“Right… that doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here, Deku.” Katsuki snarled, and Izuku giggled at the blonde. What the fuck kinda thing were you stuck in the middle of-

“What does it look like, Kacchan? We’re courting now! And Y/n’s already been such a good alpha, I’m surprised you didn’t ask them-“

“What does he mean you’re courting?” Katsuki’s tone was something you’d never heard before, and your heart twinged at it. “Get the fuck off of them Deku.” He walked closer to the couch, until he could grab onto your arm and haul you off, Izuku sliding back to the couch and pouting.

“He asked me on the way home and I accepted-“ Katsuki’s heart sank, he’d been too late? “I didn’t think you’d care, aren’t you courting Kiri?” Your scent was far too comforting, and the way it accompanied Izuku’s had Katsuki feeling something he definitely didn’t want to. Deku was a stalker! A creepy little nothing stalker! With great hair- no! And you looked so cute when you were confused like this-!

“Katsuki, are you okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face, and the blonde only let out another snarl. What if you found out about what he’d done to Deku, you’d never look at him the same, and from the way Deku was smirking the bastard knew it too.

“Whatever- I’m fucking going to bed.” Katsuki pushed past you, and you could only gawk as he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, you were meant to be with him, it had been the two of you for years! Why were you such a fucking idiot! Katsuki was fuming even as he hugged the pillow he’d stolen from your room, how dare Deku come back and steal you! Still, the nagging thought that coming back to the two of you… had felt like home wouldn’t get out of his head and it was only making him angrier.

“Katsuki? Izuku went back to his apartment, do you have any requests for dinner?” Your voice floated through his door and Katsuki opened his mouth to respond on instinct. No, if you wanted to be with Deku so badly you clearly didn’t care about him, and so he would stop caring about you.

“Katsuki? Please come out, I don’t understand why you’re upset but I want to.” You tried to keep the desperate tone out of your voice. It didn’t work, and Katsuki was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself crooning in an attempt to calm you down.

“Okay… I’ll uh, just be in my room if you want to talk.”

This was getting out of hand, it was like you were living with a ghost. It had been three days of Katsuki ignoring you, three days of no contact whatsoever, and even though you had Izuku, and he was just… amazing, it still felt like something was missing. You actually didn’t think you’d gone this long without talking to Katsuki in- well since the two of you had met. But, it was finally the weekend, you’d have to run into him at some point, and then you could finally talk, even if he didn’t feel like it.

You were pulled into Izuku’s apartment before you could even knock, the omega giving you a deep kiss before quickly tugging you into a hug and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland.

“I missed you, Y/n! What took so long?” Izuku only pulled away when he couldn’t smell anything except you, and pride filled him when he saw you were wearing his sweater.

“Sorry Bub, I was trying to get Katsuki to talk to me but he’s still giving me the silent treatment.” You shrugged as he walked you over to the couch, something already playing in the background, and Izuku pushed you down without hesitation. You let the omega position you how he wanted, wasting no time wrapping your arms around him once Izuku settled down next to you with his head on your chest and your legs tangled together.

“You know… it does seem like he likes you, maybe you could suggest a triad? I know I wouldn’t object.” Izuku’s tone was so nonchalant you’d expected him to ask what you wanted to watch, not suggest bringing Katsuki into the relationship.

“You’d be okay with that? Really?” You hadn’t even considered that, you felt kinda stupid, honestly. Why hadn’t you- oh, right.

“I think he’s courting someone else, actually, I’m sure that’s why he’s being so weird.” You pushed any hope you had down when you remembered how much time Katsuki actually spent with Kirishima, and how close they seemed to be.

“If you say so, but I wouldn’t write the idea off, Kacchan’s always been good with surprises.” Izuku shifted to press a kiss to your scent gland, before he grabbed the remote and returned his attention to putting on a show.

It was Sunday, you hadn’t seen your roommate all weekend, this really wasn’t going how you planned. A sigh left you as you pushed open the door to your apartment, you’d been with Izuku for most of the day, and you were so, so ready to just go to sleep. You’d been exhausted for the last few days, and Denki kept commenting about how snappy you were and asking why your scent was ‘so weird man’ when the three of you had met for lunch. It was sweet how much they cared, but annoying as fuck nonetheless. You were wide awake outside your door though, almost missing the sweet caramel smell that leaked out until you had your hand on the handle. Your room didn’t usually smell like that, not unless-

“Katsuki-? What’s going on?” You pushed open the door to a very, very startled Katsuki, like a deer in headlights, really, and your confusion only grew when he was holding onto an armful of your clothes. “You could have just asked if you wanted something for your nest, but isn’t Kiri helping with that?” You closed the door behind you, and Katsuki’s eyes darted from you to the door. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to be home for another twenty minutes, you’d usually spend at least two hours at Deku’s place, why the fuck had you come back so early? Katsuki clutched the clothes tighter against his chest as neither of you spoke, you really still thought he was with shitty hair when all he really wanted was you?

“Katsuki? This is ridiculous- what’s going on with you? Why won’t you talk to me?” You stepped forward and Katsuki growled when you got within a foot of him, the sound setting you on edge and making you release a growl of your own on instinct.

“We’re gonna talk about this, I’m not letting you ignore me anymore, it sucks! It feels like there’s a piece of me missing-!” You stepped forward with every word, flinching at yourself when you heard your voice crack at the end.

“What does any of that matter? You have Deku now, the two of you are perfect together, you don’t need me anymore!” Katsuki yelled back, everything that happened the last day and the confused puddle that the state his feelings were in finally bubbling over. It was too much, he’d barely seen you and now here you were, reeking of Deku of all people, and accusing him of liking someone else.

“How could you say that? I need you, Katsuki-! I always need you! These last few days have been hell without you! It’s bad enough I have to deal with you courting Kiri, but now you don’t even talk to me and I don’t understand what’s going on!” Tears kept welling up in your eyes, and Katsuki dropped the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands balling into fists by his side.

“Because I don’t know- I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling!” Katsuki’s voice broke, and you barely had time to open your mouth before he continued. “I thought that we- that we were set in stone, and then I come back to you and fucking Deku on the couch and fuck that hurt! But it fucking- it fucking felt like home, and all I wanted to do was join you and I don’t understand why!” He turned around to wipe his eyes, and your jaw hit the floor as you tried to process. He wasn’t… courting Kiri…?

“You’re such an idiot- you couldn’t just tell me this?” Exasperated didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

“How could I say anything? I was horrible to Deku in school because I couldn’t deal with my feelings, why would either of you want to be with me after how awful I’ve been?” There was no anger in Katsuki’s tone anymore, and the guilty scent he was putting out was just putting you on edge.

“You regret it though, don’t you? And I know you’ve worked really hard to be better, and you even go to therapy now-“ Katsuki snarled at the last part, he hated whenever you brought up therapy, but at least you weren’t yelling.

“We actually talked it over and… Izuku and I both like the idea of a triad with- well with you, if you wanted.” You reached out to grab Katsuki’s shoulder, though he refused to look you in the eye when you turned him to face you. You had to be lying, you had to, you couldn’t mean that and he didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing.

“Katsuki, you gotta talk to me, I can’t read your mind.” Your cards were all out on the table now, and your anxious scent was a dead giveaway to your feelings. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you’d gotten everything wrong- you were never good at guessing-

“You’re being serious? This isn’t some kind of payback?” Red eyes finally met yours and you could only nod, you still got caught of guard by how pretty he was. “Okay, I’ll join your shitty fucking triad.”

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[mythiccheroacademia]

Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn 

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 

he only wants to have conversations with you 

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 

he really fucks w your laid back vibe 

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:  

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked 

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 

your next conversation works out well for the both of you 

[twst-bs]

TWST Dorm Leaders and an Anxious MC

This is the first piece of written specifically for this blog!

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Riddle: Had they broken a rule?

Even if Riddle had improved by leaps and bounds in the anger management department, he still held his rules in high regard. And the way his brows furrowed when he looked at them from across the table, was he angry about something? He couldn’t exactly punish them - they had no magic to lock away, and they were a dorm leader in their own right, so he didn’t have any right to discipline them, but what if they had done something on a personal level? Offended him in some way? They had barely mastered social cues in their own world, what if they messed up in Twisted Wonderland? What if -

...Riddle had said something, and was clearly waiting for a reply. In their internal panic, they had missed whatever it was.

“I-I’m sorry, Riddle, I was kind of zoning out. What did you say?” Were there rules against zoning out? Probably, that seemed like something that would annoy him.

“I asked if you were alright.”

“...Huh?”

Riddle set down his tea cup - it was a pretty, delicate little thing, gilded gold along the edges and handle, with roses painted beneath the rim. His mother would be mortified if she knew he was drinking strawberry milk tea with an ungodly amount of sugar out of it, Riddle had once said with a small, almost sheepish smile. That same mouth was now downturned as he regarded them with concern in his wide gray eyes.

“You seemed to be under a lot of stress lately,” he spoke slowly, like they were a frightened animal. Maybe they were. “Is everything alright? Are you sleeping well?”

They weren’t, but that was more of a side effect of their stress than the cause of it. They idly tapped their fingers against their own tea cup, a matching one to Riddle’s. They had been drinking lavender tea in an effort to calm their nerves, but it clearly hadn’t worked.

“I’m fine, promise,” they grinned, hoping it looked convincing.

By the way Riddle’s face scrunched up, it did not.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I know I’m not the best at handling emotions, but if I can help in any way…” Riddle trailed off, looking embarrassed.

They felt their stomach twist in horror. These little tea parties were the highlight of their week, a little moment of reprieve for the both of them to just relax and enjoy each other’s company. And they had gone and ruined it because they couldn’t figure out how to human properly.

“I’m sorry!” they burst out. “I’ve been so anxious lately, and I haven’t been able to sleep, and I’m worried about my grades slipping because I don’t know the first thing about magic and -”

They didn’t even notice they were starting to spiral until Riddle had reached across the table and grasped onto their hand. Their chest was heaving with barely-contained sobs, and they weren’t sure if the trembling they felt in their hands was theirs or Riddle’s.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured. “Deep breaths, now.”

He was parroting what Trey would tell him to help him calm down, they knew, but it was good advice. They knew that he had talked Riddle down from many an anxiety attack before, but the fact that Riddle, someone who suffered from severe mental health problems, was the one calming them down made something sour begin climbing up their throat.

“I-I’m making everything worse…” they mumbled, squeezing Riddle’s hand tighter. “I should be able to handle this without freaking out, but…”

Riddle reached out and brushed away a tear they didn’t know had fallen away with the back of his knuckle. “I know better than anyone how it feels to be under pressure.” he sighed. “Please, don’t think you have to deal with all of this stress on your own.”

Leona: “Will you sit still for five minutes?”

They hadn’t thought they had been making that much noise. Certainly not enough to wake Leona up from his nap, that was damn near impossible. So either the floorboards in Ramshackle dorm were worse than they thought, or Leona hadn’t actually been sleeping.

“Sorry,” they mumbled, staring down at the worksheet in front of them. They had been trying to finish this homework for hours, and the incantations were starting to blur together. What language were these even written in? Were they in the demonic section or nature section?

Leona sat up from where he had unceremoniously plopped himself on their bed. “You’re fidgeting like a rabbit, herbivore.”

“So you weren’t sleeping after all.”

“Hard to sleep when I can practically smell your anxiety.”

“Then go sleep somewhere else.”

Leona clicked his tongue, sounding annoyed, but they both knew he secretly enjoyed it when they got snappy with him. Not a whole lot of people had the guts to give him sass, and he liked having someone to verbally spar with. “And miss watching you squirm?”

“I’m not squirming.” they bit back.

“So that chair squeaking was just the ghosts, then?”

“Maybe.”

They could practically hear Leona roll his eyes, but they still didn’t take their eyes off of their textbook.

“Staring a hole into the page isn’t going to solve the equation.”

“How do you know?”

“Shut up and get over here.”

That made them look up. Leona had stood up, motioning them over with a tilt of his head. “You’re taking a break.”

“But -”

“You’re. Taking. A. Break.” he punctuated his words by grabbing the back of their desk chair and pulling. Just enough to jolt them, they could tell by the way the chair stopped that he was purposely holding it steady. Even so, they couldn’t help the small noise of surprise they made.

“Leona, I have to finish this!”

“You’ve been staring at the same page since I got here, you aren’t finishing anything.”

Subconsciously, they knew that taking a break would probably be good for them. But the part of their brain that was panicking about failing was telling them that if they took a break they were essentially giving up. And giving up wasn’t an option.

“Herbivore.”

The soft growl in Leona’s voice snapped them out of their thoughts. Leona had gone back over to the bed, flopped onto his back with his arms splayed out. To anyone else, it looked like he was just lazing about, but they had been with him long enough to realize that this particular position was an invitation.

It was then that they realized just how sore their neck and back were from being hunched over their desk. And how badly their eyes were burning from staring at the miniscule writing in their textbook. And how their legs and arms were one wrong move away from cramping because of how tense they had been.

...Okay, yeah, maybe a cuddle break was in order.

Leona grunted when they plopped on top of him, face buried in the crook on his neck. “Shit, herbivore, that hurt.”

“Suck it up.” they muttered, internally melting a little when he brought his arms up to wrap around them.

“Tch,” again, he sounded annoyed, but they knew better. “Learn to take better care of yourself.”

Azul: There was so much stuff to do.

Even if Crowley made sure they didn’t have to worry about money, a lot of the responsibilities of dorm upkeep still fell on them. They had to buy groceries, clean the whole dorm, make sure the place didn’t fall apart, follow Grimm around and make sure he hadn’t scorched any curtains...and that was all after they had done the assigned homework.

All things considered, they did a pretty good job, but sometimes they laid awake at night thinking of all of the things that needed to be done. Which left them in a less-than-ideal state for class the next day.

Gr-gr-grmmble…

They winced, hoping no one heard that. They had slept soundly through their alarm this morning, to the point where Grimm had to slap them awake, and therefore didn’t have time to snag breakfast. And it was really hard to focus on Trein’s droning lecture when they were both hungry and sleep-deprived.

Ace looked at them out of the corner of his eye with a raised eyebrow, but thankfully didn’t say anything. It might have been because the last time they got busted talking in class the spiel from Trein had been worse than if Riddle had just collared them, but still.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Trein dismissed the class. They still had Alchemy before they could go grab lunch, and even though mixing potentially explosive potions in their current state seemed like a terrible idea, Grimm skipped class enough. They didn’t need to add to his track record. So, feeling distinctly zombie-like, they made their way through the halls towards the alchemy lab.

Maybe they could dash by Sam’s shop really quick and grab a protein bar just to hold them over? No, Trein had yammered on until the last possible second, and they only had a few minutes before their next class started. There was no time. Maybe -

“Oof!”

“Whoa!”

Well, that’s what they got for not watching where they were going. Their books clattered to the ground as they ran headfirst into someone.

“Ah, damn, I’m sorry,” they bent down to pick up their books. Now they really were going to be late.

“Are you alright?” they looked up to see Azul stooping down to help them. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m fine!” they grinned sheepishly. “Just wasn’t paying attention, is all.”

Azul frowned, picking up their Alchemy textbook before straightening. “You look exhausted. Another rough night?”

“Is it that obvious?”

Pale blue eyes widened and Azul flushed red. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” he stammered, “I just - I merely - “ he cleared his throat, quickly recomposing his gentlemanly demeanor. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

“Relax, Azul,” they laughed, standing up from their crouched position. “I was just teasing you.”

“Must you do that in public?”

“Are you saying you like it when I tease you in private?”

“That is not what I said.”

They laughed again, reaching for their books, but Azul held them out of reach. “Hey, come on,” they pouted. “I’m going to be late.”

“Seriously, are you alright? You look kind of pale.”

They sighed. “I didn’t sleep very well last night, and then overslept this morning, so I haven’t eaten anything. Happy now?”

“Not really, no.” Azul frowned. “Come on, I’ll treat you to lunch at the lounge.”

“But I have class.”

Azul kept walking, and they had no choice but to follow considering he still had most of their books. “I’m sure Crewel will understand if you miss one class. You have an otherwise perfect track record.”

“How do you know that?” they asked. “We don’t have any classes together.”

“I have my ways.” Azul smiled cryptically at them.

“Which one of them was it?”

“Jade.”

“Knew it.”

Kalim: “...and then, there was this one time, the baby elephants broke out of their cages…”

They wanted to pay attention, they really did. Kalim was a great story-teller, even if he was a bit all over the place. And stories from a magical noble family, no matter how mundane to Kalim, were always fascinating. They could sit here and listen for hours.

Well, usually, anyway.

Nothing in particular was wrong, really. They had just woken up feeling off. It could have been anything. They could have had a weird dream, they could have forgotten something minor, the planets could be slightly unaligned, it didn’t matter. It was just an off day, and they were feeling it.

“...hello? You still in there?”

They nearly hit the ceiling when Kalim snapped his fingers in front of their face. Where they had been sitting there being anxious about trying to figure out what was making them anxious, Kalim had crawled across the floor where the two of them had been having lunch in his room. He had wanted to have a picnic on the flying carpet, but Jamil had put his foot down. Literally, he had stood on the carpet so Kalim couldn’t ride it.

“Sorry!” they yelped, almost knocking their tea over as they were forcibly brought back into the present.

“You looked kinda worried there,” Kalim frowned, quite an unusual look for him. “Everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” they looked down at their lap and bit their lip to stifle a gasp. While they had been worrying, they had subconsciously been picking at the skin around their fingernails. There were a couple tiny drops of blood beading up around their nail beds. Maybe Kalim wouldn’t notice?

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

Damn.

Kalim’s expressive, ruby-red eyes went wide and he lunged forward to grab their hands. “When did that happen? How did that happen? Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

“Kalim, I’m fine, there's barely any blood.” they sighed, gently prying their hands away from him. “I do that a lot.”

“You just randomly start bleeding?!”

“No, Kalim,” they laughed softly, shaking their head. “I pick at my nails when I get anxious.”

Kalim pouted, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “You’re anxious? Why are you anxious? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, it isn’t you, I promise!” they idly swiped at their nails. The places they had picked open had already closed. “It’s just...it’s a thing. I just have anxiety in general, is all.”

Frowning, Kalim sat back down in his original spot. “Isn’t there a way to fix that?”

“There’s a few ways, but none of them are quick.” they shrugged. “I was doing better, but suddenly coming here brought back a lot of my old habits.”

“Hm…” Kalim stared at them intently before the apparent storm passed and he brightened up again. “Well, we’ll just have to get you new habits to replace the old ones!”

“I...don’t think that’s quite how that works…”

“Here!” Kalim reached down and took a bangle off of his wrist. It was gold, with an elephant charm hanging off of it. With a big, eye-closing grin, he handed it to them. “When I was little, I used to get scolded for squirming a lot, so my mom told me to play with a small toy instead of running around. I know it’s a bit different, but maybe, instead of picking at your fingers, you can play with the charm instead? Would that help?”

For a moment, they were quiet, just staring at the shiny gold bracelet in their hand. Then, a small smile split across their face. “Yeah, I think it’ll help.”

Vil: “You haven’t been sleeping.”

“Hello to you too, Vil.” they sighed, flopping unceremoniously onto the stone bench beside him. Usually they at least tried to hold themselves to a higher standard when they were with the Vil Schoenheit, but they just didn’t have the energy. “How could you tell I haven’t been sleeping?”

“Unless the undead look is a new fashion trend, but bags under your eyes are very telling.” he reached over to tuck their hair behind their ear, both in an affectionate gesture and to get it out of the way so he could assess them better. “You’re also breaking out. Are you stressed?”

“Isn’t everybody stressed?”

“Don’t get existential, just answer the question.”

They huffed, letting their head rest on the hand that was still at their ear. “Yes, okay, I’m stressed, happy?”

Students were watching the two of them on their way through the gardens, but Vil paid them no mind. He had plenty of practice at ignoring the masses. “We’ve discussed this, haven’t we? Mental health is just as important as physical health.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” they closed their eyes, unable to look at him.

“I didn’t mean that to be scolding,” this time, Vil sighed. “Just a reminder that you need to take care of yourself. Maybe a spa day is in order.”

That did sound nice. “Can we do hair masks?”

“Of course, my dear.”

Idia: “Big Brother, you have a guest!”

Idia fought the urge to groan when Ortho popped his head into the room. Why did people always have to bother him on raid night?

Just as he was about to tell Ortho to send whoever it was away, a second head appeared.

“Hey, Idia.” the Ramshackle prefect sounded drained, enough to make him type a quick “AFK” into the chat and turn to them.

“Everything...alright?”

They stepped fully into the room, returning Ortho’s cheerful wave before closing the door and collapsing face-first onto Idia’s bed. “There’s too many people out there.”

“Mood.”

“And they all want me to do stuff for them.”

“Also mood.”

“So can I hide in here for a little? Please?” they turned their head to look at him with pleading eyes. “I’ll be quiet, I know it’s raid night.”

Idia turned to glance at the screen. The team he had gotten saddled with this time around was garbo - three tanks and no healer, honestly - so he was fairly confident they weren’t finishing the dungeon. Shaking his head, he clicked a few buttons and the screen returned to his desktop.

“Bunch of losers anyway,” he mumbled, getting up from his chair. “Wanna play something else?”

“Can we play Skull Girls?”

A few moments later, they were sitting side-by-side on the bed with the opening for the game playing on one of Idia’s monitors

This was what they needed. No people besides the two of them, no lazy Headmasters asking them to take care of problems way beyond their physical and emotional capacity, no chaotic cats threatening to light everything on fire. Just a nice little break.

Slowly, careful, so as not to startle him, they leaned over until their head was resting on his shoulder. He tensed, but his hair didn’t turn red, so they counted that as progress.

“Thanks, Idia.”

“N-N-No problem.”

Malleus: Okay, so this probably hadn’t been one of their better ideas.

Sleep just wasn’t happening tonight. All of the things they had to worry about kept running through their head, and every time they thought they were about to drop off, something else popped up. Eventually, they had given up and decided to take a walk.

Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how cold it could get at night. Even with the jacket they had pulled on over their pajamas, they were shivering.

“You’re up late.”

The deep voice startled them, but they managed to compose themselves before turning around. “So are you, Tsunotarou.”

Malleus Draconia smiled softly at the nickname, looking absolutely ethereal with the small green lights flitting around him. “It’s dangerous to be out alone at night, Child of Man.”

“The gargoyles will protect me.” they said cheekily. Malleus chuckled.

“And what of me?” he asked. “Do I not get the honor of protecting you?”

“You can fight the gargoyles for the honor.”

Again, Malleus laughed, before noticing the subtle tremors that wracked the human’s body. “You’re cold.”

“This wasn’t my best-laid plan.” they sighed, tugging their jacket closer to their body. “I always forget how cold it is at night.”

Malleus hummed before opening his arms. “Come here, then. I’ll keep you warm.”

They hesitated for a moment before stepping into his embrace, sighing as his body heat seeped into their being. “Wow, you really are warm.”

“Dragons run hotter than humans,” he explained, tugging their head beneath his chin. “It’s why I have no trouble roaming around at night.”

“Lucky.”

“Well,” he murmured. “I’ll simply have to accompany you on your nighttime adventures to keep you warm.”

[lazuli-bloom]

Roses and Styx

Chapter 3 – Kids' Games To Pass The Time

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 5,399

New day, new problems. Sure things aren't the worst they could be, but that new hire isn't making things all that easy at work.

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An annoying, rhythmic buzz cut through silence. Light seeped its way in, chasing away the shadows of sleep. You groaned and rolled. It was too early to face the new day.

Compounding your groggy state was the fact you didn't sleep for shit last night. The chilly October night sucked the warmth from your room, and you had only a few blankets to shield yourself from it. And the chill didn't stop your mind racing most of the night. When sleep came to you, it brought restless dreams.

The first wasn't terrible, just strange. A weird bug followed you home wanting to be friends. The other dream, however... A vile pit formed in your stomach.

Your thoughts drifted to the dream. You couldn't move. Arms, legs, head, nothing. You couldn't budge an inch no matter how hard you fought. Something wanted you to stay still. And it wasn't as if your surroundings gave you any clues either. Darkness blanketed the room. No details, just a barren inky void. The only thing you found with you was a set of pinprick lights.

A voice spoke. It whispered beautiful words coated in honey. Your guts twisted. A warm touch held your face, and the voice asked you a question. Your words caught in your throat. The entity glared at you with icy eyes, and the sweet words soured to a nasty venom.

You clutched your chest as the memory of searing heat replayed. It sank blazing claws into your waist and arm, blistering and cooking the flesh.

You drew in shaky breaths and wiped away the leftover tears. It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream. You're safe.

You took in one more breath before getting up to start your day.

Normally you would go straight to the bathroom, but you wanted to check something. You stepped out into the main living space and found it empty. A DVD case sat on the coffee table, but the TV screen was dark. The couch laid devoid of any unexpected house guests. No sign anyone else was ever there. Your heart sank as you realized the encounter you remembered was just another dream cooked up by your tired brain. A frown pulled at your lips and you sighed. No time to mope. You needed to get ready for work.

You opened the bathroom door and peered inside. Rigel napped on the top of the toilet's water tank, surrounded by shredded toilet paper. At least it was less of a mess than yesterday. You clean up the ribbons and tossed them in the garbage under the sink. After you topped off his food and water, you hopped in the shower.

The water in your apartment only ever got up to lukewarm on a good day. And that was not a good day. Frigged rain pelted you, giving you goosebumps. Not wanting to linger, you got out and dressed a few minutes later.

You combed your fingers through your hair as you looted the kitchen. Damn cat, why'd it have to throw up on your hairbrush? You grumbled to yourself and pulled out the off-brand cereal to fix breakfast.

"What 'cha doing, babes?" A voice from nowhere spoke in your ear.

Your knees buckle and you collapse, taking the bag of cereal with you. You gripped at your chest to still your heart, and rolled to sit with your back to the cabinets. A man in a rotting striped suit floated in your kitchen, clutching his rounder stomach as he cackled.

"Oh sweets, that's great! I wasn't even trying!"

As the shock fades, your features scrunched up. You got to your feet and tossed the bag on the counter. With crossed arms you pivot to glare at the ghost, still laughing his ass off.

"Giving me a heart attack first thing in the morning," you said with a huff, "I came out here and you were gone. I thought I had dreamed the whole thing, you jerk."

"So you're saying you missed me?" He batted his eyes at you, setting your cheeks on fire. You would not dignify that with a response. Instead, you turned back to the counter and fixed your breakfast.

"Where did you go then?" you asked and riffled through the silverware drawer for a spoon.

"I was checking on your neighbors. Did you know the guys a few doors down have a shit-ton of electronics?"

"Yeah, and old lady Smith has a garden in her closet."

"Really? Which one is she in? I didn't find that."

"She's on the third floor, but don't bug her too much. She's nice. Plus she bakes amazing cookies for me whenever I help her."

You scarfed your breakfast, and double checked you had everything done. Rigel was in the bathroom with his things. You had your wallet and phone. After you finished the last bite, you set the bowl in the sink along with the one from last night.

You rinsed out the bowl and hummed to yourself before you glanced over your shoulder to the ghost. He grinned at you with a tilt of his head. You gave him a small smile, only to frown.

"I have to head to work."

That simple sentence wiped the grin from his face. His shoulders sank, and the color of his hair shifted. A dull purple seeped in and overtook the green. That couldn't be a good sign. "You're leaving me here?"

"Well, you could stay here, or..."

"Or?"

"If you can be out of the way and let me focus on my work when I need to, then you could tag along with me. It’d be nice having someone other than my boss to talk to during the downtime."

His grin stretched across his face again, and he spun up to you, batting his eyes. "Oh babes, you do care! Of course I'll go with you! Not my idea for a first date, but I'll take it."

You pressed your lips tight. Was this a mistake? Not like you can take back the offer, though. That would crush him. You let out a long sigh and rubbed at your temple.

"Not a date, dude."

"If you say so," he purred.

You shook your head and grabbed the keys before heading to the car. The ghost trailed you, with an ever present chill at your side. On the way to the car, he pointed out each of the apartments and spilled whatever secrets he found out. You had an inkling of some of your neighbors' crimes, but you weren't one to go tattling. It was best to let them deal with their lives and you deal with yours. So you ended up nodding along to what the ghost told you.

When you got to your car, you sat behind the wheel for a moment. Once your ghostly friend floated into the passenger seat, you took in a breath.

"Okay. A few things before we get there," You said as you fought to start the car, "If either my boss or a customer comes up and needs to talk to me, I would appreciate it if you hang back for a minute and let me handle them. Otherwise, I mostly just front-face merchandise and I can talk with you so long as I'm quiet. Also, I take my lunches in the cemetery, so I can talk a bit more freely there."

"Sounds good to me, toots."

You rolled your eyes and got the hunk of junk started. The car protested with clangs, but you drove off with a little more of a fight. On the scenic drive to work he asked you to turn on the radio, which got a dry laugh from you.

"What's so funny?"

"Radio's broke. Most things in this car are broken. Radio, heater, a/c. All of them are broken."

"Can't you get a new one? There's cars all over the place, just take one."

"Th-this isn't Grand Theft Auto,"

"It will be once you take a car!"

"Okay, technically true. I meant this isn't the game GTA, this is real life. And I would get arrested."

"Not if you had help from the ghost with the most!"

You rolled your eyes and turned onto the main road, heading for work. The rest of the drive, the "ghost with the most" filled the air with his own voice, singing a medley of songs. Some of them you recognized, others you suspected he made up on the spot.

You pulled into the employee parking and parked your car alongside the two much nicer ones there. As you collected your things, Beetlejuice pointed to the sleek mustang.

"That car looks fun! We should steal a car like that!"

"I'm pretty sure that's Brandon's car. I'm not stealing my coworker's car to take for a joyride."

"But it would be so cool!"

"Maybe later," you said, stepping out of your junker.

The bell chimed as you entered the store and caught your boss's attention. He came over to greet you and made sure you were doing better. You gave a small laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck.

"Yeah, I'm doing better." You glanced sidelong to the ghost wandering over to the front counter.

"Good. Now hopefully I can focus on training Brandon without as many interruptions. He keeps breaking away to chat with every customer that comes into the store. So I need you to handle the customers so he doesn't have an excuse."

"Got it. And if you need help with him, I can always smack some sense into him. The new order of mallets is in the back, right?"

Mr. Turner laughed and turned to go back to teaching Brandon. You smiled to yourself and meandered over to the counter. Your ghost pal sat on the countertop next to the computer.

"You never mentioned you get to hit people at your job, any openings?"

"Sorry, spot's filled. For now, anyway. But who knows, maybe we'll need a replacement soon."

"Save it for me. I would kill to get to hang around a pretty little breather like you all day and get paid for it. But doing that for free is nice too."

"You're a shameless flirt."

"How can a sexy beast like me not be with you around and able to see me?"

You shook your head and glanced at the computer. There was something you wanted to look up, you were sure of it. But what was it? You stepped closer and opened a new tab for the search. It sat blank for a moment as you retraced what the topic could have been.

"What are ya doing, babes?"

"I can't remember what I wanted to search for."

"One hundred great ways to skin a cat?"

You raised a brow and frowned at him. "I'm not hurting Rigel." A light flicked on in your head.

You typed in the cat's name and clicked on the page for the star. A picture of the Orion constellation to the side of the page showed off the stars. Most of them had fancy looking letters next to them, with a few having numbers attached. Rigel marked the lower right star, while the upper left was the only other star with a word.

"Beh-tell? Goose? Wait..." You jerked your head over to the ghost, who wore a Cheshire grin. "That's how you spell your name?"

"Yep. That's me. Behtellgoose."

You read the name once more. Betelgeuse. Such a strange spelling to sound like beetle-juice. Kind of cool though. You smiled and closed out of the tab when an unfamiliar voice called out to you.

"Good morning, Art. Great to see you doing better!"

"Heh, yeah. Feeling better." You forced a tight-lipped smile to prevent yourself from frowning. Brandon stayed still with his own fake smile plastered on his face. After a beat of him not saying anything, you asked, "Do you need something?"

"You forgot to go grab your apron. What if a customer came in? That would look very unprofessional. Here, I'll watch the counter and you can go grab your apron."

The corner of your mouth twitched, and you took in a deep breath. You stepped away and grabbed your stupid apron. As you threw it on, the bell chimed. You rushed back out, hoping to catch the customer before Brandon.

The counter stood unattended and you found Brandon down one aisle with a woman discussing products. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Isn't that what your boss wanted you to stop him from doing?"

"Yes, Beetle, it is."

You hissed out a sigh and shook your head. As you walked over to them, you prepared yourself to speak in your chipper customer service voice. Brandon insisted he could take care of the customer, only for Mr. Turner to order him to get back to training. Brandon grimaced and stepped away to let you take over.

Your smile was easier to keep on your face after that. You helped the customer find what she needed and rang up her items. She left with a wave and you went back to the computer.

"What the hell is that guy's deal?" Betelgeuse asked, gesturing with a thumb to Brandon.

"I don't know. I don't know if I really care." You leaned back onto your heels and let your mind wander. Whenever you were alone, stuck at the counter, you always pulled up simple web games on the computer to pass the time. But with Betelgeuse there, you couldn't ignore him to play games.

"What are ya thinking about, sweets? How hot it would be to make out right now?"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "No, you flirt. I'm thinking of what we can do to pass the time. All I'm coming up with are twenty questions and I spy."

"I'm fine with that," he said as he flashed you a sharp grin. "Okay, I'll start. I spy with my rotten eye, something... metal."

"Well, that narrows it down."

The two of you spent the rest of the morning going, taking turns playing those silly kids' games. Betelgeuse huffed and whined whenever a customer, or worse, Brandon, pulled you away to help them. Any time you called him out on his grumbling, he denied it as the color in his hair shifted.

He caught you staring at his hair once or twice, which exacerbated the shifting colors. Each time that happened, Betelgeuse quickly picked up whichever game you two had been playing. You left the topic alone for the moment, but stashed it away to ask about later.

Halfway into a difficult game of twenty questions, Mr. Turner came up to the counter. You ignored Betelgeuse's smug punchable face and greeted your boss, hoping your frustration didn't bleed into your tone.

"Cass, I'm stepping out for a bit to pick up something. I should be back for you to take your lunch break. Keep an eye on the store and Brandon for me, while I'm gone, okay?"

"Got it. Burn down the place and leave no evidence. Can do."

He shook his head with a laugh. Mr. Turner said, "you turd," before he waved goodbye and left the shop.

"Ooh baby, I love you talking about crimes like that! Tell me how you'd light up the place."

You turned back to the ghost. He floated with his stomach parallel to the ground as he held his scruffy chin in his hands and swung his legs pointed upward. You laughed at the dork and smiled.

"Well, the kerosene is over there, and the rolls of rags are an aisle over. There's a blow torch with some of the other tools."

"Artemis!" You whipped your attention to the stick in the mud, frowning at you. You didn't even get the chance to speak. "That kind of talk is highly unprofessional! Going over ways to burn down the store, shame on you."

"I was joking dude, it's not—"

"Well, I don't find that funny. And you shouldn't address your elders as 'dude', it is very disrespectful."

"Alright, I'm sorry."

"Good. Now I need your help."

You gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded. Brandon motioned for you to follow him, and once he turned back, you brought two fingers to your temple and jerked your head away.

In the middle of a tedious and painful walkthrough of creating an order of paint, the bell rang. Brandon broke away the second it chimed and went straight to helping the customer. That was irritating enough, but after the regular said they didn't need any help, Brandon insisted on assisting them.

You took in a deep breath and let the man dig his own grave. If he doesn't value your help, then he's not getting it. You marched back to the counter and found Betelgeuse picking his teeth.

He licked a striped tongue over his sharp teeth then said, "What a douchebag."

"Tell me about it."

The customer came up to the counter a minute later, followed by Brandon. You greeted the regular and switched the computer over to its register display. Your new coworker nudged you aside and insisted on being the one to ring up the customer.

"Artemis, you should have stayed at the paint desk. I'll meet you back there in a minute, after I help this gentleman."

You wanted nothing more than to slap that man. Who the hell does he think he is? Calling you unprofessional and pulling stunts like that? You grit your teeth and forced a smile before excusing yourself to head back to the paint desk.

Betelgeuse floated after you and lounged on top of the desk. You spared him a glance, but stuck to pacing the small paint pit, waiting for that douche-canoe to get back there. The customer didn't even have a lot of things to buy, so it shouldn't take Brandon that long.

"That freaking jerk," you said under your breath, "I can't believe Mr. Turner hired a guy like that."

"Want me to kill him?"

"Tempting, but no. I'm just going to talk to my boss when he gets back." You checked your phone for the time. A quarter after one, which means only fifteen more minutes until your lunch break. "God, I hope he's here soon."

You tapped your nails against the metal top of the tint machine, the speed of which accelerated the longer you waited. What the hell was taking him so long? Did another customer show up? This was getting infuriating.

"You sure you don't want me to kill the guy?"

"No, Beetle, I don't want you to do that."

"Art, who are you talking to?"

You turned around to the voice. Brandon stood at the threshold of the paint pit with his hand on his hips and raised a brow at you. Your face burned as you laughed, attempting to cover up your embarrassment.

"Oh, just this annoying little beetle. It was crawling under the tint dispenser."

"Do you regularly talk to disgusting bugs?" he asked. You opened your mouth to speak, only for Brandon to keep talking. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't act so childish. How old are you? Late teens?"

"No, Brandon, I'm closer to my thirties than my teens."

"And you're talking to bugs, where any customer can come up and see that behavior. You ought to grow up and act your age, Artemis."

The bell chimed again, and you shuffled to the side to get an unobstructed view of the front. Mr. Turner stepped in with a smile and a wave. You waved back and checked the clock on the computer. One twenty-seven, perfect. You pulled your apron's strings and took it off in a swift motion.

"Where do you think you're going, Artemis?"

"Lunch."

Brandon frowned, and you folded up your apron with a smile. He probably wanted to stop you from leaving, but that shit would not fly with the boss back. Betelgeuse hopped down from his spot on the counter and followed. You tossed your apron behind the front counter and greeted Mr. Turner. After a quick rundown of what had happened, you left for your break, with a quick stop to your car to grab your food.

On the walk to the cemetery, Betelgeuse mocked the stupid things Brandon said. He was dead on with his impression, too.

"Artemis, do you think I give a shit? I'm a giant douche with a stick up my ass! There's no fun allowed in the store."

You did your best to hold back your laughter, but that only caused you to snort. A laugh roared out next to you in Betelgeuse's voice. You covered your mouth with your free hand, but that couldn't stop your shoulders from bouncing. As the two of you crossed into the graveyard, you glanced sidelong at the ghost, who shot you a grin.

In the cemetery, devoid of any other visitors, you veered towards your usual spot, off in the corner and near the front gate. You sat on the stone bench, setting your lunch beside you. Betelgeuse, however, sat on a gravestone, with his feet propped up on the one next to it.

You opened up your small bag of chips and started snacking on them. Betelgeuse looked over from picking at his nails and raised a brow at you.

"That's all you're going to eat, babes?"

"I have a granola bar too."

You grabbed the other half of your lunch and showed him. He tilted his head with a frown, but said nothing. It grew quiet, save for your munching on the chips. Your mind wandered, and you zoned out, staring unfocused in a random direction. Betelgeuse moved, catching your eye, and you studied him.

He gnawed at his black nails with jagged yellow teeth. Stubble covered his round chin, matching the same green mixed in his hair. Has his stubble changed color like his hair has? And why did his hair change color to begin with?

You hummed to yourself after finishing the last of your chips.

"What's up, sweets?"

"I... was hoping to ask you something."

Betelgeuse tilted his head to the other side and raised a brow and pursed his lips. You gave a half smile and laughed. He looked like a curious puppy. How could this ghost-demon look so cute?

"What is it?"

"I've noticed that your hair isn't always green." 

As soon as the sentence left your mouth, the color of his hair shifted to a deep purple. You shrank back as your stomach twisted into knots. Even without knowing what the colors meant, the frown on his face and sudden dodging of eye contact weren't good signs. On no. You messed up, didn't you? Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut?

"I'm sorry. You don't have to say anything. Forget I ever mentioned it."

You dug your nails into your palms and turned your gaze to your knees. Betelgeuse produced a mix of a growl and a groan, and you peered up at him through your hair. His lips pulled into an almost smile as he kept sharp eyes pointed at his hands, where he raked his nails through the hair of one.

"I might as well tell you, you'd figure it out eventually. My hair changes color with my mood."

You dared to lift your head more. Your lips parted as your brain processed the new information.

"Like a chameleon?"

"Like what?"

He tilted his head and raised a brow as his nose wrinkled. You forced out a small laugh and smile as you wrung your wrists. "A chameleon, the little lizards that change color. It's to communicate their mood. Darker colors like black are when it's stressed, neutral tones are when it's calm, and vibrant greens, or reds can be excitement or aggression."

Betelgeuse lurched forward with a growl and ran his hands through his hair, shielding the deepening purple from view. Your stomach twisted into knots. This wasn't getting better. You parted your lips only to press them shut a second later. Why did you have to screw up and bring up his hair in the first place?

Your nails dug deeper into your palms. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"If you're going to strip a guy naked like that, babes, you could at least buy me dinner first."

Your face wrinkled as you tilted your head at him. Betelgeuse still held himself curled and closed off, but he wore a weak crooked smile. Your lips twitched, and you huffed out a dry laugh.

"Alright, we can go through the drive thru to get a few things off the dollar menu."

"Ooh! I wanna try one of those green sludgy shake things from that Old MacDonald place."

"Sorry to break this to you, but they only sell those in March."

"What? That's lame!"

"Everything is pumpkin spice right now."

He pouted and crossed his arms with a huff. Despite the childish act, the purple in his hair faded back to a muted green. You chuckled to yourself as relief washed over you. With a soft smile, you grabbed the other half of your lunch and hummed before you opened it.

"Hey Beetle."

"Hmm?"

"I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to, but I wanted to say I think your chameleon hair is pretty cool. Like, is it magic? Or is it a demon thing? Or—sorry. I'm sorry. I'll shut up about it now. Sorry."

Your eyes darted to focus on your granola bar. You fumbled with tearing open the packaging for a second, only for the wrapper to give. The force sent your food tumbling to the ground. You stared at the broken bar and heaved out a sigh. Just wonderful.

Your pocket buzzed, veering your attention to it. You pulled out your phone and checked the caller id. Unknown number. Chills cascaded down as you stared at the phone.

"Something wrong, babes?"

"Nope. Everything's fine. Just some spam call."

You shoved it back into your pocket and let it ring. If the caller wanted anything, they can leave a voicemail. Besides, you needed to get back to work.

You picked up your trash and nodded your head to the gate. Betelgeuse hopped up and floated alongside you. After a few steps out of the cemetery, your phone rang again. Every fiber in you tensed up, but you left your phone in your pocket. The third time your phone rang, Betelgeuse spoke up again.

"Who the hell keeps calling you?"

You shrugged and laughed despite your dry throat. "Who knows? I have to get back to work though."

With a hurried pace, you made it back to the store in a few minutes. The bell swung, chiming away as you beeline for your apron behind the counter. Brandon stood at the register with a phone up to his ear.

"There you are, Art! I've been calling you and you never once answered!" Brandon frowned at you and slipped his phone into his pants pocket. "You're obligated to pick up if I or Mr. Turner ever need to call you."

"O-oh, that was you calling." A small breath escapes passed your lips and you relax, only to register what he said. "Wait, how did you even get my number? I've only ever given this number to Sam and Mr. Turner."

"Why does it matter how I got your number? The issue is; if work calls you, especially if you have a shift that day, you need to answer."

"Fine, okay. I'll save your number so I don't panic again when I'm called three times in a row."

"Oh please, three phone calls make you panic? Artemis, you're an adult. You should know better than to be worried about something as simple as a phone call."

You grit your teeth and smiled. This conversation wasn't going anywhere you wanted, and you didn't plan on sticking around. You threw on your apron and marched to a far corner of the store to get away from everyone. Well, save for the ghost haunting you.

"Wow, babes, that guy is a major piece of work."

"Piece of shit is more like it."

You grabbed at products on the shelf and pulled them forward, turning the labels when needed. If you looked busy, maybe Brandon would mind his own fucking business. You clenched your jaw and growled as you brought more things forward.

"I shouldn't be worried about phone calls? What the fuck does he know? He's never had to put up with the shit I have!"

"And what shit would that be, babes?"

You glanced up to the ghost laying on his stomach across the top of the aisle shelving. Betelgeuse tilted his head. Soft and earnest curiosity graced his features. The corner of your mouth twitched before you closed your eyes and let out a hiss.

"I don't want to get into it," you said, keeping your voice quiet, "but I've had someone call me over and over before. It wasn't fun."

You pulled the rest of the items forward within arm's reach before sidestepping to get more. Betelgeuse floated after you as you inched down the aisle. He picked the games back up, and you welcomed the distraction.

There were one or two rounds of I spy, several goes at twenty questions—which you're positive Betelgeuse cheated and switched his topic multiple times. Towards the end of your shift, well after Brandon left for the day, you two asked a few "would you rather" questions. While he asked a few risque questions at the start—bite or be bitten, top or bottom—his questions took a tamer turn, similar to the ones you asked.

"Okay babe, would you rather find a rat in the kitchen or a roach in your bed?"

"I mean... I guess I'd prefer seeing another rat in the kitchen over finding more roaches?"

"M-more?"

"Donna hires her incompetent nephew to do the pest control for the apartments." You swept the line of dirt into the pan and tossed it into the trash. "Actually, speaking of, I should double check the traps and make sure something isn't rotting somewhere in the apartment."

Betelgeuse watched you finish the last of the closing routine. You clicked the pan back around the neck of the broom and stuffed it into a corner behind the counter. The only thing left was Mr. Turner to finish locking up the cash and heading out. You leaned against the counter and rolled your head back to look at the ceiling.

A quiet stillness overtook the store. It lasted a few seconds before Betelgeuse spoke up again.

"Would you rather have a nicer place but the same landlady, or the same apartment with a nicer landlady—"

"Alright Cass, you ready to leave?"

You turned your attention from the unseen ghost to your boss. He smiled and gestured to the door. You returned a half smile before exiting. Mr. Turner locked up, and you waved goodbye. A minute later you sank into the car seat and rested your hands on the wheel.

"Well babes, this certainly seems familiar."

You glanced his way and rolled your eyes before getting the car started.

"Yep, it's been an entire day since a demon followed my home, like a lost puppy."

"I'm way cuter than any puppy. Plus, you can keep me in your apartment all you want and your shitty landlady can't do anything about it!"

"Nicer landlady, by the way," you said as the car sputtered to life.

"What?"

"I'd rather have a nicer landlady than a nicer place. Donna would just let a nicer place fall to ruin."

You pulled out of the parking lot and drove home. At the first red light, you tapped your finger on the wheel and hummed.

"Hey Beetle, would you rather stay in a comfortable and familiar place with people that don't believe half of what you say, or cut all contact with them and be alone if it meant freedom?"

Betelgeuse tilted his head from one side to the other, closing his eyes as he mulled over your question. As he thought, the light changed, and you continued on your way home. A sharp grin stretched across his face a moment later.

"Easy. I'd take my freedom."

Your lips twitched up. "Yeah... me too."

[riversofmars]

Sometimes 13 just poses as a student and attends rivers lectures.

Hellooo! I’ve been saving this prompt for a long time cause I love it so much and now finally did something exciting with it! This is actually a little collaboration I did with @serawalkerwrites. She keeps getting asked to write for DW and never has, so we decided to do a little thing together! Basically, we took turns writing paragraphs! She's written the River bits and I wrote for 13. Really fun thing to do because our styles are quite different but it worked :D Apart from the fact that she made me write in present tense which I hate lmao! Also, if you like American Horror Story or Ratched, check out her stuff!

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2300

Read on AO3 or below

Like The First Time

“I might be younger and far prettier than the other Professors at this University, but that doesn't mean I don't expect the same level of good behaviour from my students,“ Professor River Song barks up the rows of lecture hall seating, slapping her papers on the desk. She tosses her bouncing curls of hair and brings her hands to her hips, watching the chatting students in the back row and waiting for them to take notice. That blonde girl seems to whispering at some speed, with enthusiastic hand gestures to boot. “That means you in the back row!“ She raises her voice again, finally getting the young blondes attention.

The Doctor hadn’t been able to stop herself. When River had started talking about the Venusian tomb she’d visited not long ago, it had been a perfect opportunity to tell the other students about the time she’d been invited to a funeral service there. It’s an incredibly stupid thing to do, of course. She isn’t meant to interact with anyone - as strictly speaking - she isn’t meant to be here. For a start she isn’t actually a student at Luna University; for another, she could very well be causing some damage to the fabric of space and time. Visiting her wife earlier in her timeline is risky… but she hasn’t been able to stay away. Sometimes, when the Doctor misses her a lot, she sits in on her lectures, right at the back. She knows River won’t recognise her and she never speaks to her… there’s no harm no foul is there? However, a slip up is bound to happen eventually.

Now, as she looks at River, who is shooting her piercing glare from the front of the auditorium, the Doctor realises she’s messed up. The Doctor looks left and right to the other students, hoping it’s one of them River is scolding.

“Yes you, don't act like I cant see you -“ River lifts her eyebrows at the petulant student. “Forget it, I’m not shouting at you from down here, stay behind after class. Then we’ll talk, and believe me you won’t like what I have to say.“ River rolls her eyes away, a taut huff tumbling from her lips to find her inner calm once again, before continuing. “Now where were we…“

The Doctor shrinks back in her seat, her neighbouring students giving her sympathetic smiles. Others just snicker and smirk. River has a reputation for strictness, no-one messes with her…The Doctor’s made a big mistake. She glances to the exit; she can still escape this situation. But if she does, she’ll never be able to come back. Perhaps it’s time to face her wife at last. She gnaws her bottom lip anxiously and tries her best to sit still for the remainder of the lecture.

As a shrill bell rings out, signalling the end of class and an end to the Doctors torture, River watches the troublemaker while she packs her things. Students rise to their feet, stuff their bags with books and file out in an eager swarm, heading into the midday sunshine. But not this student. She’s bouncing down the steps to the front, an epic grey coat and too-short trousers have her piquing River’s interest before they start talking. “Ah, good. At least you decided to be smart this time and not run-off out the doors. I would have found you,“ River informs the girl, whose swinging her arms and looking guilty. If this were any other circumstance, then River might have bought her a drink. But as it is, she's her student, however adorable she is. “Care to tell me what is so pressing you had to take time out of my lecture to talk about it?“

“Ah well, you know, the whole thing about the Venusian tomb, just brought back some memories to when I was learning Venusian aikido. There was this one time when I was invited to a funeral at one, which - you know - is a big deal for any outsider and…“ The Doctor starts rambling, unable to stop herself. A grin spreads across her features, hoping to entertain River with her story, as she had done so many times in the past. River always liked to listen to recounts of her adventures.

“Venusian Aikido?“ River folds her arms, skeptical. “They don’t teach that to just anyone. I happen to be a black belt myself.“

“Oh I know.“ The Doctor grins.

“It’s not on my resumé,“ River parries, her eyebrows lifting into an arch. “So someone told you. Perhaps at this funeral, you supposedly attended?“ River laughs doubting the girls claims. “No-one just gets invited to a Venusian funeral, or a wedding, or any kind of ceremony unless you’re a honoured noble. Which you clearly cannot be, no offence Sweetie but -“ River pauses. She stares at the blonde and her mismatched clothing, then bunches her lips. “What did you say your name was?“

The Doctor doesn’t answer immediately. This is it, the moment of truth. She could just tell her… surely there’s no harm in it. This is River Song after losing her parents in Manhattan, and before Darillium; there is no real reason to keep her identity from her. Apart from the fact that she isn't sure how she will react. They didn’t see each other for so long in between Manhattan and Darillium, enough for River to come to doubt if the Doctor had ever truly loved her. Her words still echo through the back of the Doctor’s mind now. The Doctor doesn’t and has never loved me. - But you are the woman who loves the Doctor. - Yes I am. I never denied it. But whoever said he loved me back? Those words still haunt the Doctor, even after spending 24 years with her in which she’d done everything she could to convince her of just the opposite.

“Jane Smith.“ The Doctor answers at last with a thin smile.

River lets out a loud chortle. “Jane Smith? Of course it is,“ River replies not believing her for a second. Who has the most standard name of all names like that? River postures a little, shuffles her papers around into a neat pile already thinking of the lunch that’s waiting for her in the refectory, because she's not getting any truth from this girl. “I don't recall your name on my student register; so…how about you tell me the truth.“ River hooks her bag over her shoulder and takes a long stride forward, claiming the podium as her space, the lecturer to the student. River examines her, because if she’s not her student, then who is she? All beautiful round eyes and choppy blonde hair, River certainly doesn't recognise her. Should she, recognise her? “Or you can come to my office and explain yourself there.“

“I uhh…“ The Doctor swallows hard. Of course she doesn’t believe her, people rarely do initially; but usually she can use her psychic paper to back up her identity. She knows River would see right through that if she tried it, so that isn’t an option. “Well, I’ve actually got somewhere else to be. A really very important…thing. A thing that can’t wait, so…it was really nice talking to you, brilliant lecture. Slightly exaggerated in some parts but - you know - got to keep the students engaged…“ Her eyes flick to the door. She’s parked her TARDIS in a supply closet, so it’s not far away.

“Are you calling my stories embellished?“ River trails after this Jane Smith towards the door, flabbergasted. She’s a bone fide time traveller, she knows her subject matter better than anyone in the known universe, except  - “It’s not as though you can possible know better? How old are you anyway, twelve?“ She carries on trying to get under the girl’s skin, who is clearly hiding something.  “Where on earth are you going? You realise that’s the closet.“

“Why are you following me?“ The Doctor had hoped to simply shake her but River seems to have different ideas. She doesn’t dare open the supply closet door, River would see the TARDIS and she would be done for. But where else could she possibly go? She looks around anxiously for a way out.

“Mmm it seems you might be trapped…“ River drops her voice to a knowing whisper. She smirks, delighting in watching the girl fret.

“I just… forgot which way I… uhh…“ The Doctor struggles for a response suddenly aware of how close River is getting to her. And that smirk… She knows it all too well. Like a lioness stalking her prey. She can’t even think of a credible lie to get her out of her predicament.

“Which way you meant to go?“ River bobs her finger on her lip pretending to think hard about it. “My office is this way, if you didn't get the hint earlier.“ River ghosts her hands over the girls hips, rubbing into her hipbones with her thumbs and sucking her lips and humming. “Jane Smith. I appreciate the code name. You can slip me your paper later, I’ll be sure to mark it up a grade, well, depending on your performance of course.“ River winks coyly.

“I…“ The Doctor’s mouth suddenly feels really dry, she can’t speak. Flirting and reading innuendo isn’t exactly her forte but River can’t possibly be more obvious with her advances. Is this what River is like when she isn’t around? The Doctor isn’t sure whether to be flattered or hurt. They’re not exactly exclusive but she doesn’t like her nose rubbed in it like this. But at the same time, perhaps this is an opportunity… She could be with River without having to reveal her identity… but is that something she wanted to do under false pretences?

“Good talk, come along!“ River grins and leads the way across the lecture hall to the staff door, and unlocks it with a quick key-twizzle, then presses the door open wide to wave ‚Jane‘ through. River uses the opportunity to loop her arm around Jane’s waist and scoops her in the right direction down the hall towards her office.

The Doctor doesn’t know what to do. Things are moving fast, River doesn’t even give her a chance to protest. Her hearts seem to skip their beats when River pulls her along.

Once inside, River tosses the door shut and wastes no time in pushing Jane against it, roaming her hands up and down her sides and snapping the elastic braces. “These are retro, but I can go with the flow, off they coooome…“ River sings as she yanks them off Jane’s shoulders, then the coat, and where is the edge of this t-shirt? River is keen to feel her hands up Jane’s abdomen, and the flush of her skin. River knows her hands are rough - years of archeological digs will do that to a girl - but Jane is young and sweet enough to need a little roughing up.

“River…“ The Doctor tries to protest, this was moving too fast. Her breath catches when River untucks her t-shirt. The Doctor is still getting used to this new body and she suddenly feels very hot.

“First names already? My my…“ River tosses her mane of hair out the way as she leans in to kiss Jane on the neck, biting her and enjoying teasing her far too much. “Sweetie you do give yourself away, even in this body,“ River tickles her teeth along the Doctor’s collarbone searching for the next spot to bite. “I mean, I like it darling, but give me a heads next time -“ River explores the Doctor’s petite body with enthusiasm. “My apparatus is your apparatus and all that, got to get my head around it.“

“You knew?!“ The Doctor blurts out and pushes her off, holds her at arms length. “And you just played along?!“ She’s breathless from River’s kisses but her outrage overshadows her arousal.

River unbuttons her shirt confidently, tearing the sides apart and presenting her body to the Doctor once again, even if it’s all new for the Doctor, River is still River. “Well what did you think? I do this with all my students, Jane Smith?“ She smiles a broad, proud River smile and holds her hands out for the Doctor to take. “I’m married, remember?“ Mutually exclusive is…a bit of stretch, there might be other husbands here and there, but there is only one Doctor. “So, wife, how about a little ride on the merry-go-round with this new body?“

The Doctor just stares at her for a moment. It’s been a while since Darillium but she still recalls every moment, and River is just as beautiful as she remembers. And just as much of a temptress. She bites her lip, suddenly feeling very insecure. It would be her first time in this body…and it’s her first time being a woman as far as she can remember. That’s a lot to be anxious about.

Softening the come-on, River takes the Doctors hands and steps closer to her, squeezing her hands in reassurance. “I knew it would happen eventually, a wife and not a husband. It’s okay, you know.“ River takes a deep breath, and kisses her wife properly for the first time. Her lips are thinner softer and taste of cinnamon, but she kisses back just like her husband did. Her Doctor. “I love you. This adorable new body is just a bonus,“ she says gently, then kisses her nose for extra effect.

The Doctor can’t help but chuckle as she looks up to her. This was new. She is shorter than her! Though only due to River’s ridiculously high heels.

“I love you, too.“ She whispers nuzzling into her crook of her neck as she wraps her arms around her. River smells exactly the way she remembers, like sunshine on a spring day. “I’ve missed you so much.“ She confesses.

[wormstacheangel]

Dean was new to the neighborhood. Actually, Dean was new to a lot of things that were happening at the moment.

“Oh,” Dean looked away from the captivating baby blues and into the direction of the barista who was closing the shop around them. “Guess they’re closing.”

“Guess so.”

He was finally getting his life together, becoming a civilian, and using his free will—and his magical Charlie card— to retire in style. He’s only been here for three months, fixing an old house to be home for a kid that wasn’t his but he proudly tells everyone otherwise. It’s supposed to be a fresh start for them both. No witches, ghosts, or ghouls. Just whatever normal is supposed to be. 

But then he walked into this cafe and there he was.

Sitting there, reading a book as if it was a normal Tuesday night. Welcoming him with a smile while the whole place felt how a home was supposed to feel. Peaceful. Warm. Accepted. Loved.

Dean looks back at Cas, his fingers still holding tight to the other man’s hand. “Are you…do you want-?”

“Let’s go home, Dean.”

Cas has been gone for months—486 days—and he never gave up on him but all these failed attempts were taking a toll on them. So they agreed, while he searched for ways to get Cas back, he’ll use his free time to build a sense of normality for them. That meant school and work. Driving lessons and late-night study sessions. Making friends and having movie nights with pizza delivery. 

It meant giving Jack a chance at a life that was never an option for them. To act like a teenager they wanted while they also learned to control their powers because that’s their normal. It’s a mix of busy mornings where Jack needs to fly to school instead of Dean dropping them off but then Dean needs to drop off the forgotten lunch Jack left behind. 

And everything was fine and dandy but the hole in their life was still there. 

That is until now. 

The missing puzzle piece for their apple pie life was holding his hand as they walked home. Cas talked about how Eileen was the first person he saw when he made his way back to the bunker. He was so happy to see her and went for the hug but she splashed him with holy water. 

Cas chuckled and Dean melted at the sound, laughing alongside him. 

“You’ve barely said a word,” Cas whispered, Dean, can see his breath from the cold. “I’m sorry for surprising you. It was Sam’s idea and I went along with it because I…well I just wanted…I um, I wanted to see you.”

Dean sucked in the cold air that burned his chest, he couldn't imagine what his face was doing but he tightened his hold on the familiar hand. 

“I’m just,” Dean stopped by his truck and looked for his keys while he thought of the words. But opening up about how fucking happy he was to have Cas back is too much to deal with in public. It took everything in him to stay together when he first walked in there but now they were alone. Nothing but a street light over their heads to keep them company. “On cloud nine over here.”

Dean held the key out to open the door but his hands were too shaky. He felt himself losing control of himself. The wall he built crumbled after all this time and while he expected anger to come out, it was tears. It was pure relief mixed with the grief he never faced. 

He cried for the one he lost and now has back. 

“Dean.” He felt strong arms wrap around him, holding him together and warm. Crying alongside him. 

Dean had to deal with a lot of new things at the start of this chapter of his life and he wanted this for as long as he could have it. This routine and calm to be his always but he never let himself imagine enjoying this life with the one he wanted more than anything. 

“Stay.” Dean hid his face into Cas’s shoulder, gripping him by the jacket and never wanting to let him go. “Just fucking stay with us, man.” He took a shaky breath and bumped their foreheads together, his hands reaching to hold Cas’s face in place. “Stay with me, Cas. Stay with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, Dean.” Cas held Dean’s coat, pulling him in close as he blinked away tears. “I love you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat before he became putty in this man’s hands. Tipping his head back just enough to press a soft sad excuse for a kiss on his lips. It was hesitant and scary at first but then the second kiss Cas leaned into it. 

-

When they finally arrived home, Sam was there with Jack and cold pizza. 

“Castiel! I cleaned my room!” Jack bounced off the couch and started tugging at Cas’s arm. “You can see it now.”

“Guessing you came here first?” Dean asked Sam while Cas was whisked away by his kid.

“Yeah, Jack said you were probably getting your coffee fix and I didn’t want to lose this chance to surprise you.” Sam smiled up at him from the couch. “Surprise, old man.”

Dean hit him in the head with a pillow before sitting right beside him on the couch. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“I just drove him here but it was all him.” Sam’s hand patted Dean’s shoulder. “You guys gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Think we’re gonna be okay.” 

“What about you? You okay?”

Dean turned to look at Cas who poked his head out of the kitchen. “Jack is asking if it’s too late for sundaes but I’m not sure about the rules now.”

Sam stood up to walk over, “Jack, you just ate half a box of pizza!”

“But I’m happy! When I’m happy, I eat.” 

Dean follows the bickering, enjoying the familiar voices together again. He watched Sam give up and start making them all sundaes while Cas sat and listened to Jack give him the short version of everything he had missed.

In the middle of that, Cas smiled up at Dean. Looking at him with no sadness in his eyes because for the first time in their lives, they were going to be more than just okay. They’re all going to be happy.

[rsmrymnt-tea]

I do recommend Blooming Panic if you find you have the time. The writing is so good and the voice acting is just *chefs kiss*

But yeah!! It takes place in a fan server!! Much easier to be secretly dead when you don't have to see anyone in person, I'll say.

Morgen wouldn't know that they're dead. Or at least, not in the beginning. They're stuck in this cycle of go to work, come home, feed the cat, check for Bloomic updates, rinse&repeat. And then they join the server, and the people are lovely, and they've really connected to one member in particular. And suddenly they have something to look forward to after a long day of work. Suddenly their life is looking up.

There would be subtle clues, but nothing explicit: Morgen mentions how it feels like they've done the exact same task at work for the past week, how their work load hasn't diminished at all; they can't answer questions about what they had for lunch or dinner, or even how they slept (and they wonder when did they last sleep?); they apologize occasionally for sounds that the other person can't ever seem to hear; and if you look in the background of their apartment you can see a fruit bowl on the counter full of rotten fruit.

The most explicit thing would be that the closer Morgen gets to realizing the truth, the more video calls distort, the harder it is for them to talk in the server, or even interact with physical things.

I think the full potential of ghost!MC is realised on Quest's route. Because you see, MC's shitty stalkerish ex joins the server in this one. The one person in the server who knows Morgen irl...

Initially he wouldn't know that Morgen is dead. He'd harass them in the server, and generally act how he does in canon. And then Morgen spends several days at work without realizing. Time just slips them by, because they don't want to have to talk to him in the server. In the meantime he'd start looking for them irl.

And when he finds out he comes into the server absolutely furious. How dare they pretend to be his dead ex, how dare they humiliate him by letting him think they were them?!? And he'd drop the death certificate in the chat....

The angst of thinking that your life was finally getting bearable and maybe even good, only to find out that you missed your chance? Especially if the date on the certificate is recent too oml.

Anyway. Of all the LIs I could only potentially see Nightowl as willing to stay with a ghost!MC, but that's the bad ending D: They get attached to each other in such a way that Nightowl becomes the reason that Morgen is unable to move on, and he's unable to move on from them. They haunt each other!!

I do think I'll probably make Morgen's canon that they're a coma ghost trying to figure out whether they want to wake up? Though maybe for angst's sake they don't remember the server members when they wake up. Everyone having to contend with the fact that Morgen has been a ghost the entire time they've known them skdjsks

Uhh I didn't mean to talk so much about it sjdk I hope you don't find this too boring!! And y'know I think everyone has a pain or sensation that they just can't handle. Personally, I absolutely fall apart at the seams if I'm even a little bit nauseous I just can't deal with it at all. So no shame in being taken out by headaches okay? They really suck and I'm glad you're feeling a bit better.

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Might give Blooming Panic a shot one day though for now I don’t think I should get into anything else to fixate on >.< Very glad I can’t actually play TWST or even Guild Wars 2 right now tbh I think I would just be lost to world…

And this whole concept!! It’s not boing at all asdfakdfj Even without really knowing the overall story or really what the characters are like this is so enthralling to me. Just the concept of a ghost that still functions like the living—but not quite—up until they realize what their true fate is/was?? I love it so much ;w;

Though I’m really curious as to what kind of ghost dead!Morgen is and how it sounds like they can live their life like normal and physically interact with their environment without freaking people out with the fact that they’re still ‘around’? It sounds like a mix of a lingering impression a person has in the spaces they’ve frequented and lived in, but also not quite? (Perhaps they died alone and sudden, their body yet to be found. And so they get to live as if nothing happened a bit longer, up until their body is found and the news of its discovery reaches them via the shit ex?)

The coma ghost is so interesting… I’ve never heard of that concept before!! And if it’s Thing there then that’s why Morgen can carry on with their normal life as it was when they were awake? Assuming that that’s how you’re gonna do it dsfjksdf I’d love to hear you elaborate more on how this works! Ghosts… I Am So Into It honestly, there’s always been something about the inherent tragedy of meeting and befriending a ghost that gets me >.<;; Even without really knowing what any of the characters are like it so??? The whole thing is sad for everyone, and the best ending I could see for dead!Morgen is them all helping them make peace with their fate somehow in their own way

(With the bad endings all varying from what you said with nightowl, to one of them just cutting Morgen out of their life leaving them to have this One Attachment that prevents them from moving on, Morgen passing on with the knowledge that they’re now hated by their LI, etc ;n;)

SO much potential for something like a part 2 to everything once Morgen wakes up with their memories of the LIs gone too! Thinking about how they approach Morgen after they realize that Morgen’s a come ghost about to wake up would probably depend on their interactions while they were still a ghost… Some probably choose to try and help them remember, or some act like nothing happened… Idk if any are the type but some could also just leave the server and cut ties with Morgen + everyone after that?

Anyway anyway rest assured this wasn’t boring at all!! I’m looking at the tag and realizing that this is the same ‘bloomic’ that I’ve been seeing a little bit around sometimes and feeling like an idiot for not connecting sdfjsd