#boy meets world prompts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 198

Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 

But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 

So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 

He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 

Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 

Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 

His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 

“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 

Oh. 

He wasn’t human this time around. 

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

The anti ecto laws go into effect just before S2E2 “Doctors Disorders”. So when Danny’s entire class, including Sam and Tucker, becomes sick with ghost flu and start exhibiting ghost powers, the GIW swoop in and cart all the sick kids off to a GIW facility. They claim the kids are all ecto contaminated and therefore fall under the anti ecto laws! And the GIW aren’t concerned with trying to help the kids get better. Instead they’re experimenting on them. Danny knows he can’t get into the GIW facility to rescue them on his own without getting captured. So he does the only thing he can do, he goes to the Justice League for help.

The Justice League, and the Justice Dark are all together in the watchtower for a meeting when Danny shows up. He’s an absolute mess because his friends and classmates have all been taken by the GIW. And he latches onto the first person in the room that he sees. Which just so happens to be Batman. Now Batman has a sobbing hysterical ghost child clinging to him! Everyone is super confused. It takes them half an hour to calm Danny down enough that he can explain what the problem is.

When they find out about the anti ecto laws and what the GIW have done they are all horrified and pissed!! They immediately set out to rescue Danny’s classmates. And if they just so happen to accidentally destroy the GIW facility along the way well none of them are to broken up about it. After the kids are all rescued, cured from the ghost flu, and returned to their parents, the Justice League sets out to get the anti ecto laws repealed. They reveal to the whole world just what the GIW did to a whole class of innocent human children while using the anti ecto laws as cover to do it! The whole world is outraged! It only takes two days for the laws to be repealed, and for the GIW to be permanently disbanded.

A few days later Danny Phantom does a live tv interview where he answers questions about ghosts and the ghost zone. He hopes that this will help people better understand ghosts and their true nature.

[writings-by-fairy]

Friday Night

Fandom: Boy Meets World

Pairing(s): Eric Matthews x Jack Hunter, side Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter

Words: 1,590 (more coming at some point)

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Eric and Jack go to a college party and one of them gets a little crazy...

11:30pm Deep breath. Toss. Bounce. And it’s in! Jack made the winning cup in their intense game of cup pong. Eric couldn’t help but smile despite losing: seeing his boyfriend smile and laugh with the others made his heart swell. Jack and Shawn did their handshake while others congratulated them on their victory.

“Well Matthews duo, rematch?” Shawn smirked at the two across the table. Cory and Eric looked at each other narrowing their eyes in a secret communication.

Cory stepped forward, “bring it.”

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9:15pm “Come on, Eric!” Cory whined through the phone. “It will be fun, Shawn and I can even give you a ride.”

Eric sighed; he planned on staying home this Friday night in his cozy dorm with a cozy blanket and a super hot boyfriend. Him and Jack had a scary movie night every Friday where they would cuddle on the bed until eventually the movie was forgotten.

“Fine. But only for a couple hours max.” Eric couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Cory and Shawn screaming, he is pretty sure he heard the phone drop at least twice.

“Okay, okay,” Cory started once they calmed down. “Well, we will pick you up at 10!” They said their good byes and Eric sighed; don’t get him wrong, he loved partying and people but he loved his boyfriend more. Throughout high school, Eric would party pretty much every weekend but fast forward to senior year of college, he only went out pretty much on special occasions.

The sound of the key in the door startled him from his thoughts, Jack was back from his 6-9 economics class.

Jack swung the door open to reveal he was soaking wet, “It’s raining.” His teeth chattering as the rain began to grow cool against his skin.

Eric’s pupils dilated. Jack’s hair was a mess, his wavy hair showing and sticking up in a million places. His shirt, which he cut the bottom off because it was too long but ended up making it a little too short, clung to his every muscle and curve. His nipples looked as if they were about to cut through the shirt and all Eric wanted to do was kiss Jack while teasing his-

“Eric! Are you even listening?”

“What…oh yeah…yeah”

“What was the last thing I said?” Silence. “That’s what I-“ Eric cut Jack off by grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. Jack gasped in surprise but soon brought his hands up to cup Eric’s face. Eric pulled away and pushed Jack’s book bag off while pinning him to the door with his body.

“Eric…Eric,” Jack’s pleas fell silent on Eric’s ear as he only started to trail kisses down Jack’s neck. Eric pulled the wet shirt up to his collarbone and held it there as a silent command for the other to hold it there. Jack shakily moved his hand to hold the shirt while the other hand made its way to Eric’s hair.

Eric stared at Jacks nipples before rubbing his thumb over them causing Jack to moan and roll his head back. “Oh Eric…” Eric took this as a sign to put his mouth on Jack, he started by sucking a hickey at the base of the next and leaving a trail down to his nipple where he began to suck and bite.

“Eric…more…” Jack began to absentmindedly roll his hips up for more but receiving little relief. Eric’s thigh barley providing any help.

Eric pulled away, he looked at Jack in awe. He was still holding the shirt right where Eric told him too. “Okay, if you think I am not doing enough, you can continue to hump my thigh like a little desperate slut.” Jack stared for a second with his jaw open in shock.

He looked to argue with himself in his head: one half of him waiting for Eric to say just kidding while the other is coming to terms with Eric’s order. The latter won.

He looked down with red spreading from his chest up to his face, he felt a little humiliated about this. Oh but did he love how Eric treated him in times like this. He began to move his hips in an experimenting way, switching angles and pace until he found one he liked. He gripped Eric’s shoulder and rutted his hips like a dog in heat.

“Good boy.” Jack’s legs nearly gave when Eric called him that, hips stuttering a little. Eric resumed teasing Jack’s nipples by rolling them between his fingers making Jack’s back arch.

Jack’s pace began to falter and switch up, “Eric…please…cl-cl-close.” Jack’s voice was raspy and whiny now. Eric smirked and grabbed Jack’s hips in a bruising grip holding him to the door. “Wha-…no, please, you can’t..” Jack’s eyes were now dilated as he looked up confused, he slowly dropped his still damp shirt.

“Ohh, look at you, you poor thing. We barely even started and you are already cock dumb.” Eric traced absent patterns on Jack’s torso before pushing him to his knees. “You first have to get me off, baby. Have to earn it.”

Jack looked up with those big, teary eyes before reaching forward to pull Eric’s pants down. He only pulled his pants to his mid thigh not bothering to waste time by his jeans off all the way. Eric grabbed Jack’s hair and his own dick, slapping Jack in the face with it a few times.

Eric sighed and let his eyes roll back into his head when he pushed his dick in Jack’s mouth. Jack looked up while taking his dick further and further. Once Eric felt Jack was comfortable, he moved his hips faster and faster making Jack’s eyes water.

“Holy shit, Jackie…” Eric groaned running both hands through Jack’s hair. That was all the warning Jack got before hot cum went down his throat. They stay like that for a minute or two, just Eric trying to calm his breathing while Jack cleans up what he can. Some of the cum trickled down the side of Jack’s mouth. Eric noticed this so he wiped it off with his thumb and shoved back in his mouth. Jack happily sucked on Eric’s finger.

Eric pulled Jack back up to his feet and tucked himself away. “Well, I would say that you earned it now.” Eric reached down and started palming Jack roughly. Jack, sensitive from being edged and horny, moaned loudly rocking his hips to meet Eric’s palm.

“Oh, can I-can-can I please cum now?” Jack squeezed his eyes shut focusing on not coming. His hands balled up in fists beside him.

“Open your eyes.” Jack looked Eric in the eyes with tears streaming down his face. “Good boy, yes you can.” Jack thanked him over and over as his hips stuttered and his mouth in a silent O. Once he came, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Jack stood there using the door as support because he knew his legs would give way when not supported. “Oh my gosh, Eric!”

Eric’s eyebrows furrowed together concerned, he pulled Jack in for a tight hug. “Oh no, was that too much? I’m sorry, you just looked so good when you walked in and it was so sudden and-“

“Eric! Shhhh, that was great.” Jack reassured him, he swore he felt the weight get lifted off Eric’s shoulders. “Now, I would love to get out of these wet and cum stained clothes.” Jack pushed his way over to his dresser, taking off his wet clothes in the process. He opened the PJ drawer only to be stopped.

“Different idea for tonight,” Eric started off slowly making Jack look at him with a suspicious look. “Cory and Shawn may have invited us to a little party tonight.”

Jack stared for a second.

“And I might have said yes.” Jack’s eyes lit up. Jack loves to party as well and sometimes begs Eric to go but usually they just end up in bed by 9 doing other things. They honestly haven’t gone in months.

“Oh. Oh my gosh. When?” Jack started rummaging through his clothes.

Eric smiled, seeing Jack happy always caused him to fell like he was floating. He slide his way behind Jack hugging him, “Cory and Shawn are picking us up at 10.”

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10:49pm “Eric, how do I look?”

Eric spun around to see Jack in some baggy jeans with an oversized college crew neck. He looked soft.

“Beautiful as always.”

Jack blushed, bashful my pushing Eric away. Eric was in his typical jeans with a flannel and white shirt combo. He made his way to the bag under his desk, as he picked up the bag, the sound of glass can be sound clanking together. Both shared some laughter before kissing each other softly.

They made their way down stairs out to the road where they waited for the other two to pull up. Luckily, the rain had stopped. They shared small conversation while Jack held onto Eric’s arm with his head resting on Eric’s shoulder. The fall air starting to wrap its cold hands around the two boys. Suddenly, a loud bass can be heard from the distance and to no surprise they find Cory and Shawn are the source of this sound.

The car pulls up fast and the window rolls down to reveal Shawn in the passenger seat. “You ready to get fucked up?!”

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[iscahmckrae]

Crossover fanfic prompt: A friendship forms between Jess Mariano and Shawn Hunter—either in New York, Philadelphia, or both, depending on timeframe.

[d3adhood]

tag dump , feel free to disregard.

╼ ✘╽   IN MY DEFENSE I WAS PROBABLY STONED.   ╽   OOC. ╼ ✘╽   THIS IS THE WAY IT IS.   ╽   PSA. ╼ ✘╽   ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS TAKE IT SLOW.   ╽   P. ╼ ✘╽   I’M A POPULAR POPULAR MONSTER.   ╽   SP. ╼ ✘╽   WORDS MEAN NOTHING WITHOUT ACTIONS BEHIND THEM.   ╽   PROMPTS. ╼ ✘╽   I’M NOT PLAYIN GAMES ANYMORE!   ╽   GAMES. ╼ ✘╽   MY SWEET BOY…NOTHIN GO ON WITH YOUR DAY   ╽   META. ╼ ✘╽   TURNS OUT I MAKE THINGS SOMETIMES.   ╽   EDITS. ╼ ✘╽   YEAH NOW I’M BACK … OH LOOK AT THAT.   ╽   APPEARANCE. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYBODY IN THE WORLD KNOWS I’M A LITTLE TWISTED.   ╽   MUSING. ╼ ✘╽   THAT’S WHY I GOT THESE … SICK THOUGHTS.   ╽   HEADCANONS. ╼ ✘╽   EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED WAS RIPPED AWAY.   ╽   DESIRES. ╼ ✘╽   BEEN TO HELL & NOW I’M BACK.   ╽   IC. ╼ ✘╽   YOU TALKED SHIT .. NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET HIT.   ╽   ANSWERED. ╼ ✘╽   WE REALLY GOTTA STOP MEETING LIKE THIS MAN.   ╽   REPLIES. ╼ ✘╽   IT’S NOT MUCH … BUT IT’S ENOUGH.   ╽   HALFDENT. ╼ ✘╽   ME WITHOUT YOU DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE.   ╽   BRUZ3R.

[tumbling-darkling]

“This genetic make-up is fascinating! It shifts and changes to match any kind of organic matter! Who knew a ghost could have such varying properties.”

The woman in teal was leaning over a table with microscopes, but Gar couldn’t see too much else from this angle other that clunky machines he couldn’t identify. Cyborg could probably have identified them, or even Red Robin. They both were smart like that where all they needed was a glance and they knew the entire history of something he had never heard of before.

He didn’t understand why they kept calling him a ghost, he was still alive, wasn’t he? Yeah there was that accident and the blood thing and getting a surprise alien donor, but he didn’t die. Right?

He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to live though.

Typically, Gar was a very optimistic individual, you had to always see the better things in life so you could bury those darker things deep down and never think about them. He was optimistic when these two insane scientists got the drop on him, believing he could just shift into a T-Rex and break free of the restraints he found himself in. Only to find that he couldn’t shift.

The freeing feeling of shifting your skin seamlessly into something new, the shift in perspective and form, it was suddenly blocked. He couldn’t reach it, no matter how hard he tried to dig deep and get to it.

That was okay, because surely the titans would notice him missing! He hung out at the tower all the time, him missing for 24 hours would set off all kinds of alarms. Especially Red! He was always great at noticing when things were off.

Though as time dragged on, and these mad weirdos began to cut off fur, skin, and even pulling out samples of his bone, he was feeling his optimism wavering. They had to show up soon, right?

Then they two scientists showed up looking too eager, smiles wide and terrifying, scalpels in hand. Didn’t they have enough of their ‘samples’? What were they even planning to do with it all? He’s never been the interesting one of the titans, just a green kid who can shapeshift into animals. Green animals. He was already flawed in that aspect because he can’t really be stealthy as a bright green dog. Kory was an alien. Raven was half demon. Cyborg was fused with alien technology. And Red Robin had to be one of the smartest people in the world. Beast boy was just… beast boy. At best, a small time hero, at worst, just a boy who turns into beasts.

Just not that interesting compared to the others.

So why the interest in him? Why were these two so obsessed with calling him a ‘ghost’, cutting out pieces, and speaking like he was some mindless creature? Why couldn’t he shift? What were they going to do?

“Hey now, no need to look so excited while approaching me with sharp objects! I mean, you two probably have everything you could ever need from me, so why not just loosen these restraints and I’ll tell the titans to take it easy on you,” Gar bluffed, chuckling nervously as the woman in teal brought the scalpel close to his neck, the man in orange towering over him with a horrific toothy smile on his face.

If he survived, those goggles lens and white toothed smiles were going to haunt his dreams for the next few years.

“This one doesn’t beg as much as Phantom did before slipping free, another note we should write about the difference between these kinds of ghosts,” the woman hummed.

Gar swallowed nervously, “P-Phantom? Beg? Beg about what? What did you do to this Phantom guy?”

“Jack, be a dear and make sure he doesn’t squirm as much as phantom did, we want straight cuts.”

Firm hands pressed down on Gar’s shoulders, and he broke out in a sweat, “squirm? What- what are you-?”

Hot pain flared to life at his collarbone, an involuntary cry of pain escaping him as he flailed against the restraints, trying to pull away. But the hands were firm and the restraints were cold and tight, and he couldn’t do anything but scream as the pain so very slowly dragged itself down his chest. He wasn’t even aware of the tears on his cheeks as he screamed, or how both scientists would somewhat flinch as varying animalistic shrieks mixed in with his cries. His first stood on and, nails clawing against the table until they began to bleed, throwing his head back and forth but never able to pull away from that horrible dragging pain.

He must have passed out.

Because the next thing Gar remembered, he was trying to pry open his eyes at the sounds of yelling. Everything was blurry, his eyes and throat ached. There was flickering lights, a blurry teal and orange blob that made his hair and fur stand on end. His brain was being slow again, he couldn’t remember what was happening, but pain in his chest was causing him to squirm, a whimper escaping his lips as he tried glancing down to see the damage. He’s been shot before, maybe he got shot a few times on a mission?

Gar felt his blood run cold as he saw his chest.

Skin was pulled apart, his organs on display, his heart beating in his rib cage as his lungs began to inflate and deflate with his rapid breaths.

He looked like those biology frogs from high school.

He was one of those frogs.

He was opened up.

How was he alive?

He was an experiment. Peeled apart.

Just like a wild animal.

Darkness engulfed him again.

When he woke up again, he screamed.

“Whoa-! Whoa hey it’s okay!”

Gar immediately focused on the new voice, kicking away and feeling his back hit something soft yet firm. He could make out a blur of black hair and blue eyes, blinking rapidly and whispering out, “Rob?” before his brain was able to start functioning.

That didn’t *sound* like Tim.

When his eyes finally stopped being blurry, he finally was able to focus on the person across from him who was holding up their hands with a concerned look on their face, “no, I’m Danny. How are you feeling? What do you remember?”

Gar blinked slowly, looking to Danny who was now very clearly NOT Tim, those eyes were too crystal blue and he had this scent that reminded Gar of Tim’s older brother… the biggest one. He glanced around the room, noting the peeling wallpaper, dingy couch, think windows, and underlying smell of smog and damp rock. Was he in Gotham?

That’s when his memories decided to flood back starting with-…

Gar looked down to his chest, hands snapping up and tearing the blanket off of him. White bandages greeted him, neatly wrapped around his chest, spots of red beginning to bleed through in a horrifying shape. He pulled the blanket back up, covering the shape as he tried to shake the images of his own open chest out of his head. A lot easier said than done as his breathing picked up and he could feel his features shifting to match the fear.

“Whoa-! Whoa careful, I have no idea if those stitches will stay in if you shift,” Danny reached forward, and Gar couldn’t help but flinch away with a snarl.

Danny, snapped his hand away, and guilt immediately took over Gar’s fear, his grip on the blanket barely loosening. “S-Sorry-, I just…”

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, you’re in a new place after dealing with… that,” Danny shrugged. “I have some painkillers if it hurts, I know that it tends to burn like a bitch when I moved too much.”

“I… wait-, did… did this…” Gar gestured to his chest without looking at it he couldn’t look at it not without seeing-. “… happen to you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Danny simply brushed off, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, they’ve been making it harder to find them and I didn’t suspect anything when they were quiet but then I heard that a Titan was missing… then I found out it was YOU who was missing and drew a conclusion that the Fenton’s must have grabbed you thinking you were a ghost or ghost adjacent since you are… well green.”

Gar blinked slowly, “what… is with everyone calling me a ghost? What happened?!”

Danny signed, “well, the Fenton’s have been setting sights on… people they suspect are ghosts. They are blinded by biased beliefs, and the ghosts they deal with are made up of glowing green goo called ectoplasm. They must have seen you and your green looks and assumed it was ectoplasm based even if you don’t glow. I found out, tried to find you as fast as I could but… I arrived too late…” Danny sighed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he refused to meet Gar’s eyes. “I managed to destroy everything, especially the samples they took from you, and I brought you back to my apartment to patch you up. It was the safest place I could think of at the moment… though maybe I should have brought you back to the Titans. They are still frantically looking for you… shit, maybe we should call them? Get actually medical professionals to help you out? I’m a street first aid kind of guy.”

“You… saved me?” Gar simply put together.

Danny glanced up at him in surprise, before looking away, guilt clear on his face, “not fast enough, they- they fucking did to you what they did to me-… I should have been faster, I could have stopped it. I just… I never thought they would… to someone else…”

Gar took in the guilty look, the regret, the pain and suffering, then put on a grin, “hey, you got me out of there! We’re in Gotham, right?” He tapped his own nose as Danny glanced at him in surprise, “I’ve been here enough to recognize the smell of damp gargoyles, I have a friend who lives here who introduced me to some pretty great pizza for a place that is riddled with crime and rain. Plus, he can pay as payback for being slower than you.”

Gar knew there was a lot that he was going to need to talk about, to think about, to fully consider… but for now maybe he could push it all to the back of his mind and distract himself with pizza and possibly a new friend.

Saved from vivisection fic but it’s not Danny who gets saved, it’s Batman / one of the batkids.

Fenton parents move to Gotham to hunt the superhero “ghosts” and by some miracle manage to catch one of them. They start cutting batwhoever open and are very fascinated by the “red ectoplasm.” Batwhoever can’t get free and is naturally very scared and starts screaming.

Danny busts in and finds this scene and immediately hatches a plan to lure the Fenton parents away with a duplicate Phantom. He stitches up batwhoever and gets them out via fire escape. He’s very traumatized and guilty cuz he feels responsible.

Batwhoever is very concerned about this nice kid with the mad scientist parents who knows how to stitch human flesh.

I don’t see why this’d have to be specific to Batman, I’m just not sure which other DC characters the Fentons could feasibly get the drop on. Maybe the teen titans?

Also AU of this AU where Danny had been vivisected at some point in the past and Fentons still didn’t know he was Phantom, and part of the reason they moved to Gotham was to possibly help him with whatever mental break he had.

[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[demonic0angel]

DC x DP prompt: Zeus is a dick, as is most of the Greek pantheon. As such, Cassie Sandsmark is looking for a new patron god. Dani hears this, and introduces her to Danny, the Ghost King and new god like being.

(I haven't finished reading through the Young Justice run, so I actually don't know too much yet. So just beware that this will probably be incorrect.)

Cassie snarled as she straddled the dummy to beat it with her fists. From a distance, the rest of the Young Justice looked at her with various amounts of wariness and worry. Dani leaned close to Kon.

“What’s going on?” She whispered.

Tim was the one who answered, “Cassie’s powers are disappearing. Something with Zeus? I’m a bit more worried about her raging though. She’s going to hurt herself at this rate.”

Dani nodded and shared a look with the other girls, who also gave her a look. Then they all stepped forward, leaving the boys behind to share a sigh of relief.

They approached Cassie carefully, who was panting and winding down from her brutal beat down on the practice dummy.

“Hey, Cassie,” Cissie began. “Wanna talk about it?”

Greta and Dani both helped Cassie up and while Greta patted her back comfortingly, Dani put away the dummy. Cassie scowled, but then her expression changed into something more sad. “My powers are leaving. I just— I just want to know why! I thought that they wouldn’t leave me no matter what…”

Dani perked up. “Wait, you need another patron god?”

Cassie nodded but then she paused, alongside Greta and Cissie. “Wait… do you know someone?”

Dani beamed. She nodded and flew forward to hold Cassie’s hand. “Yes! He’s new to being a god, but I can promise that he’s powerful and he won’t abandon you! I can promise you 100%!”

Cassie looked hopeful for the first time. She looked down, thinking to herself as she muttered, “I only wanted Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl to be proud of me…” She looked up at Dani. “Who is he?”

Dani grinned. “He’s a death god, but he only came to power a few months ago. He rules over the domain of death and everyone who is dead or will be dead. Also space.”

Cassie hesitated. “Death…? I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that.”

Dani clenched her hand gently. “I promise that he won’t make you kill. He’s the god of death, so he only helps ferry the dead souls to the afterlife. He’s more like… Hades, if that makes sense. He was a hero himself in our world.”

Cassie brightened. “I’d like to meet him! Who is he?”

Dani grinned. Her eyes were sparkling from excitement. “He’s my brother.”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 139

So. Dan has somehow found a small child. A practically newly born ghostling who had literally fallen right on top of him. A ghostling who had practically formed right above him, far away from nurseries and instead above him of all ghosts? 

Him, the Sunkiller? The Worldeater? Jordan Vladimir FentonNightingale-Foley-Manson? Son of Space and War? Bringer of the End?? Seriously, what the hell! Ghostlings shouldn’t even be able to form within other ghost’s Lairs, and he knew for a fact this wasn’t his own ghostling seeing as he wasn’t interested in such things. 

So here Dan is, feeling more confused than he ever has with a newborn ghostling clinging to him and sobbing in his arms about wanting his dad. What even is his unlife right now.

[radiance1]

I like redeemed Vlad, so I'm gonna do with that BUT he's still an asshole you know? Like, Vlad is seen as an 'Evil God' in that world because he brought 'evil' into it and, like an devil, he's been making deals left and right with such ironclad rules for when he offers and wiggles his way and loopholes conditions when he's being offered a deal.

He's a business man, it's what he does.

And then whenever he disappears most of the time it's just him going to manage VladCo, and the few times he's actually been kicked out was more of a timeout if anything because of said deals he's made that's ended up having a bit more consequences than he foresaw. Then, as you said, he could be poked fun of because of how he was in the past with evil throw around casually because yea, he was evil, much to his exasperation because he's changed!

They then point out how his deals usually end up worse for the one dealing with him than the other way around, and even a few souls he's claimed up. Which he defends with, again, businessman, and it isn't his fault if they offered up his souls in exchange for things he can give them!

Vlad: [Pops up in this world for a vacation because he's just absolutely done with being a businessman right now.]

Also Vlad: [Starts making deals left and right while scheming how to fulfil them]

The Pantheon (What I'm calling them now): Oh my gosh, this hypocrite is at it again. Hey, hey! No! No! You're supposed to be resting do NOT make someone king you evil bas-

Vlad is absolutely in his element being an evil, scheming lil guy in the background and the rest of The Pantheon is exasperated at this because he's supposed to be on vacation or whatever but if it works it works they guess?? He's like that weird uncle who is ultimately harmless (to The Pantheon at least) but you have to tell off a bit before he goes too far or something.

Might I suggest, based on what you have, that Star would be the minor deity of History or something like that? With a connection to Tucker because he's the God of Wisdom/Knowledge(+other things?) here as seen by the people of the world.

Not gonna lie, love the idea that Sam is the main rebirth method, with help from Dan, of this little world. I don't know why I just like it :D

Also, love the Fantasy with hints of highly advanced magitek because yea, why wouldn't Tucker do that? His old temples have various hidden secrets that his students (and those who're inclined to, like adventurers) have to explore while figuring out puzzles and is absolutely delighted when they start making dungeons.

Also regarding the next question. Previously I imagined it was humans but then realized why stop there? You can have dryads, which are the attendants to Mother of Life and various forests around the world. Monsters, and like you said, lesser dragons wandering out and about. They wouldn't be divinity because, well, yea, but they might be considered sacred creatures to some groups of people or just dangerous forces of nature to others.

Klarion looking similar to them would be funny, the lesser dragons would know he's different from them, but the YJ don't know that now do they?

Might even be a few races that have more lizard/draconic features hehe.

YJ: [Wants to bring Klarion back but never mention him by name]

The Pantheon: [Knows who they're actually talking about before Side eyeing Vlad in the corner doing his little Evil God roleplay]

The Pantheon, deciding to commit to it since it's already there: Okay yea, we'll totally help you bring that guy down.

Also yes, most definitely magic. Even different types of schools too! Like:

Star magic (Danny).

Nature, Life, Plant, magic (Sam).

Sand, Rune, Enchantment magic (Tucker).

Death (Dan).

Wind (Dani).

Contracts, dark/black magic (Vlad because you know, Evil God thing).

And since Klarion has stepped into the world, Chaos magic becomes an option as well though it isnt mostly known until someone actually taps into it.

There's various subs-schools of magic, most definitely. Necromancy is a mix of the Death and Life magic school, the four elements would fall under Nature, but Wind might be considered its own special kind of school because of Dani's existence, etc.

I want to say that Time would also be a secret option, but I don't think Clockwork has stepped onto that plane yet for it to become one. I also want to say that Pariah stepping onto it would also breath a new magic to life, but I have no idea what it would be....

Will the Young Justice ever manage to figure out that Klarion was with them throughout there entire journey? Find out next on DRAGON BAL-

Inspired by @puppetmaster13u and various dragon aus they have.

BUT! This is also a bit of a fantasy/DnD au I guess...? IDK BUT HERE WE GO-

Okay now so, I'm imagining that that Danny, Tucker, and Sam create a pocket dimension for their game via the use of reality warping (via scepter) and something given to them by Pariah Dark before he went off on that whole honey moon thing with Clockwork.

For the record, Danny isn't the ghost king here, Pariah Dark is he's just the prince.

Sam created a garden from the barren earth, that eventually grew into a great forest and spread out to the rest of the world, which technically made her the creator of life but anyways. So, she's holed up in said garden turned forest.

Tucker bestowed upon his subjects (after they were made of course) knowledge and technology and is regarded as the greatest teacher in that world's history.

Danny? Oh yea he became that one that giant dragon that everyone knows is there, is afraid of, and just sleeps all day in this one specific place. You'd have to cut him some slack though, because no one told him creating a world and its laws would be so hard even with help.

That and him, as the one with basically the most knowledge and resident fanboy of space, created the stars surrounding the place as well!

Of course, they couldn't stay there all of the time. What with work (Tucker), high-society (Sam), and studying (Why the heck did Danny decide to go to collage again?). That entire place was just made to play around in before they had to go their separate ways and be, you know, actual adults, so it was easy enough to let go of it really.

Except for Danny. Not of any great reason, really, he just needed someplace where he could quietly study in peace, nap, think or just get away from the Ghost Zone before he had to go through all that princely nonsense again. Plus, none of their creations in that pocket dimension really wanted to mess with the giant fuck off dragon who was said to created the place anyways.

For the record, Danny is more of an eastern dragon in design with a long body rather than western. So that probably just added more into his intimidation with his sheer length.

So, you know, of course he would have been none too pleased when someone actually did disturb his solitude (as stated by the dimension's residents) as soon as the world was thrown off-balance by an outside force.

Meanwhile, Klarion the Witch boy is having the time of his life coming across a whole world that somehow hasn't been affected by Order or Chaos. So he's capitalizing on that.

Then he came across a place that was said to be sacred, not that he cared, and then came across a boy who didn't look a day over his teens (which frankly doesn't say much in regards to immortals) with a frankly long tail that looked longer than he was tall and very majestic looking horns.

Danny was annoyed yet curious, Klarion was surprised yet delighted.

[writings-by-fairy]

Risky Business

Fandom: Boy Meets World

Pairing(s): Eric Matthews x Jack Hunter, side Cory Matthews x Shawn Hunter

Words: 1,176

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: Jack and Eric go on a double date with Shawn and Corey. Eric gets a little handsy.

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Jack was laughing at something Cory had said while Eric was still processing the joke. Cory and Shawn sat across the table from him and Eric, they decided to have a double date to celebrate the end of the fall semester. Eric and Jack had moved in together a short while ago and things could not be better; they started dating two months within moving in with each other. Eric had confessed his love after Jack had brought home another one-night stand. Since then, it has been nothing but smiley kisses, sleepy morning cuddles, and lots and lots of sex. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, in fact, Eric was rubbing the inside of Jack’s thigh.

The waiter stopped over, “The food should be out soon, you guys doing alright? Any refills?” A mumble of no’s and thank you’s echoed across the table which allowed the waiter to nod their head and head off to the next table.

Shawn and Cory started to argue about something meaningless. Jack listened in to the argument laughing quietly to himself about the foolishness of the argument. He felt Eric lean into his side and hot breath against his ear, “Think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” Jack’s eyes widened at the blunt proposal Eric was hinting at.

“W-what?” Jack sputtered quietly, he tried to whisper but he was too shocked to think or control his actions. His eyes darted around like the whole restaurant had heard what Eric had said.

“I said,” Eric began while tracing the slight bulge growing in Jack’s pants, “Think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” Jack’s doubt about what Eric had said had disappeared when Eric repeated what he said. Eric glanced at the two boys across from him smiling slyly as he moved his hand to the bottom of Jack’s back rubbing small circles.

Jack took a deep breath to control his breathing and quick heart, “Are you crazy?” he whispered yelled to the boy next to him. “We are literally in the middle of a restaurant!” The group was tucked away in a booth in the corner and there wasn’t a huge crowd of people as they came late. This still didn’t make Jack any more on board with what Eric was implying. Though the idea did excite Jack, it was something they had discussed before after one of their multiple round nights.

Eric’s hand began to travel lower and lower to the point where Eric was teasing the boxers Jack wore; Jack’s pants fit a little loose from grabbing the wrong size but stubbornness refusing to return them or wear a belt. “Do you want me to stop?” Eric smirked down at Jack next to him. Jack shook his head, blood rushing to his cheeks as he answered, he felt embarrassed how worked up Eric could get him.

Smiling at his response, Eric reached in his pocket and pulled out a travel packet of lube. Jack gave Eric a look, of course he planned this! His fingers moved into the boxers slowly until they reached Jack’s hole. They teased the entrance, rubbing circles and threatening to press in at any moment. Eric pushed two fingers in after what seemed like hours of teasing. Jack let out a loud gasp gripping the napkin tightly in his lap.

“Jack!” Shawn snapped his head towards the said man. “You seriously cannot be that shocked about what I just said, all I said was that I could totally…” Shawn’s voice blended in with the background noise as Jack focused on his breathing. He waited until Corey and Shawn started talking to each other again.

“Eric.” Jack mumbled through clenched teeth. “are you tryi-“his words were cut off as Eric began to move his fingers slowly in and out. Jack clenched his eyes shut before snapping them open.

Eric held a smug look, “what was that babe?” Jack glared at him through a sideways glance. Eric turned towards the table as if nothing is happening. He even chipped into Cory and Shawn’s conversation, offering some dumb observation. How is he acting so normal fingering someone?

Jack began to slowly rock back on Eric’s fingers, his body subconsciously wanting more. Eric brought his other hand to Jack’s saying a stern stop; Jack immediately listened. He gripped his napkin harder as he focused on trying not to grind his hips down which his body so desperately wanted. Eric began to move faster causing Jack to suck in a sharp inhale while arching his back. His eyes fighting to stay open when all they wanted to do was close in pleasure; Eric loved the control he had over him right now.

Eric immediately stopped when he felt Jack’s hips rock back to meet his thrusts. “I believe I told you to stay still, slut.” Jack almost just came by Eric calling him a slut, this was new to the both of them, but they could tell there is more to come based on the reactions. Eric began to pull his fingers out making Jack whine and let of a string of plea’s.

“No, no, no, please, I promise I'll be good, Eric.” Eric could see the desperation in Jack’s eyes, Jack took a deep breath. “I promise I will listen.” His voice tried to stay a whisper. Eric glanced at the two across from them, still bickering back and forth about God knows what. He acted like he was pondering if he should listen to his boyfriend which had Jack on the edge of the seat, big puppy dog eyes pleading up at him.

“Okay, but if I have to tell you one more time to stop,” Jack’s eyes lit up at what Eric was hinting at. “I will stop this and punish you when we go home, understand?”

Jack shook his head so hard; Eric was concerned for a second. “Okay, now be a good boy, Jackie” Jack whimpered and shook his head yes.

Eric moved his fingers back in then began to pick up speed. Once he saw Jack was comfortable and silently begging for more, he added in a third finger. Jack let out a low moan while he gripped the table. They kept going like this for a few minutes, just Eric trying different paces and angles while Jack tried not completely loose it.

“Jack, Eric,” Cory smiled at the two folding his hands together. “we want your fully honest opinion.” Cory smiled at the two then at Shawn encouraging him to speak now.

“Which one of us would win in a fight?” Shawn spit out fast as if he had been holding in that question for a long time. “Cory is more built, but I am quicker.” The two lost focus and began to argue about who was quicker now. While they argued, Eric curled his fingers to just the right spot to make Jack come undone. Any composure Jack had, gone. As he massaged the spot, Jack let out a few whimpers.

“Hey!” Eric called out to the two bickering, “Go put something good on the juke box.” The two nodded and raced to the jukebox at the front on the store. Once there, Cory put an arm around Shawn’s waist pulling him close.

“Oh God, Eric” Jack whined. “I am so close.”

Eric picked up the pace, “what do we say?” He looked down at Jack, watching him try to form a thought.

“I-I-can-ughhh” Jack’s head dropped to his chest, knuckled turning white as he gripped his own leg.

Eric laughed, “what was that baby? Didn’t quiet catch that.” Jack’s eyes began to water with frustration.

“M-m-may I cum, plea-please?” A single tear rolled down Jack’s flushed face as he fought his bodies desires, he wanted to finish so bad.

“Yes, slut. Go ahead and make a mess of yourself.” Eric smirked as Jack immediately brought his hand down to his erection. Eric loved watching Jack feverishly chase his orgasm.

“ohhh thank you thank you thank you” Jack’s eyes rolled back into his head, hips bucking while pushing the fingers deeper inside him. His mouth gapped open as he finally came, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping in.

Eric pulled his fingers out while rubbing soothing circles onto Jack’s thigh. He placed a kiss on top of Jack’s head which was resting on his shoulder. He quickly excused himself promising his boyfriend he would be back as soon as possible to the restroom to wash his hands. When he returned, he found Cory and Shawn still at the juke box trying to pick a song. Jack was sitting quietly with his head down and still fiddling with that cloth napkin. He smiled up at Eric when he sat down. Eric put an arm around Jack’s shoulders rubbing his arm slightly. Jack placed a tired head on Eric’s shoulder, smiling to himself.

“Was that okay?” Worry was laced in Eric’s voice, he had always been an overthinker with Jack. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” Jack loved that about Eric, he always checked in after.

“That was amazing, babe.” Jack leaned up and kissed his jawline gently before placing his head back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric smiled to himself beginning to wonder how he got so lucky. “Though, my pants are sticky and now there is a dark spot.” Eric’s eyes looked down to confirm there was a dark spot, they laughed to themselves.

A song finally began to play as Cory and Shawn raced back hand in hand. The food came out shortly and the four began to eat. Cory tossing fries into Shawn’s mouth, celebrating when Shawn finally caught one. Eric smiled fondly at the two, happy with where his life was.

Once they got the bill, Eric paid for all of them causing Cory to embarrassingly hug Eric shouting I love you’s and how Eric is the best brother in the world. Shawn thanked him sheepishly laughing at Cory’s antics. Cory and Shawn led the way out of the restaurant and down the busy city streets. The night life in the city had always been a favorite of the four, the bright lights and busy life. Eric had an arm wrapped around Jack’s shoulder while Jack wrapped his arm around Eric’s torso.

Eric leaned down to whisper into Jack’s ear, “By the way, do not think I didn’t notice you grinding your hips at the end when you promised you would be a good boy and listen.” Jack’s eyes went wide. Eric just smiled and kept walking as if he didn’t say anything.

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XOXO Fairy

[kittwix]

First Kiss with the Joestars

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Jodio Joestar x Neu! Reader

word count: 5.4k , it's long if you read all of their parts >_<

tags: very sweet; cavity inducing fluff, jodio is a little mean, reader stand isnt specify or implied, reader is gender neutral!

Jonathan Joestar

Your suspicion grew when he had invited you for a picnic out to the vineyard. He had made it obvious that he liked being around you, even at the times when he would be practicing for his Rugby tournaments, he would always encourage you to be there to cheer him up.

He would have everything all planned out, he had his maids prepare the basket for him and even went ahead to pack some of his favorite lunch items; resisting the urge to just eat them right then and there before he could meet up with you.

Upon meeting, he gracefully held the basket with one hand, offering his other arm for you to grasp. He greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, eliciting a chuckle of amusement from you.

"My, my, Jojo.. Have you contrived this all on my behalf?" You stood there, curiosity in your eyes and a small smile, as you watched your boyfriend carefully spread a beautifully sewed quilt over the uneven patches of grass. It was clear that this moment, simple as it might seem, was shaped with intention and care, setting the stage for the intimate afternoon you were about to share together. "Could it be that there is a significant event which has escaped my memory?” 

"No, nothing of that sort." Jonathan replied, his smile casting a warmth over you that felt as comforting as sunlight caressing your skin.The sheer sight of him made your tummy flutter with butterflies; his handsomeness was evident, and his disposition was the pinnacle of gentleness. He was the nicest and most sincere boy you'd ever met. "What a delightful day out, wouldn’t you agree? The weather is simply ideal for a luncheon outing with my beloved.” 

"Well yes," You hummed, now it was your turn to be embarrassed as you fidgeted with your hands for a moment and watched him take apart the lunch. "I cannot shake the suspicion that you are plotting something. Quite the mischievous schemer, are you not?”

"What? Me? That’s absurd! Do you truly believe me of being capable of such baseness?" Your boyfriend teased, mimicking a frown which prompted you to gently push on his shoulder as you shared a laugh. It was times like this where you could genuinely admire him. You noted the sharp outlines of his chiseled face, and how his kind blue eyes, reminiscent of the deepest sapphires, seemed to sparkle even more under the natural light. And oh, that smile...

You gradually moved closer to him, inch by inch, until there was almost no room between you. He twisted his head, appearing surprised by the sudden closeness, yet there was no sign of disinterest in his reaction. Silence encompassed you both, the world around you dissolving into a distant hum. 

Within seconds, you closed your eyes and closed the final gap, your lips meeting his in a sweet, short kiss. It was a brief encounter, lasting only a few seconds before you pulled back, but in his gaze, you could swear you saw stars twinkling back at you. He glanced at you, completely taken aback, his mouth slightly parted as if about to speak, capturing a moment of wonder.

"Wow..." He reacted. "That was certainly not within the scope of my intentions, but I must admit.. It was rather pleasant."

Joseph Joestar

It was mostly his initiation, he likes to joke around with you a little too much but that was just part of his personality that you like so much. Not to mention that he can be pretty unpredictable, making him blunt in ways that just makes you like him even more. 

"What do you want now, Joestar?" You asked, crossing your arms at the sight of your tall boyfriend creeping up on you with a stupid smile that could only mean that he was up to no good.

"Ouch! Can't a guy stroll up to his darling and turn on the charm?" He asked, seeming to have pretended to his offensiveness with a hand on his chest as he bats his eyelashes at you. “Anyways, got any plans later?”

“Oh, what’s it to you? Gonna take me out for dinner? Miss Lisa Lisa isn’t going to like the fact that you’re slacking off on your training.” You reiterated back with a little smirk and a hand on your hip. "She doesn't need to know! I can handle almost anything, baby! Just give me a shot, or else you might get kissed." He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, leaning in a bit closer, and you couldn’t help but conceal the smile that was growing on your face. With a playful push, you gently nudged him back, enjoying the flirtatious banter between you. “Is that a threat?” You raised a brow. “Or are you asking something out of me?” “Perhaps.” He answered back and for a second, silence enveloped both of you, heightening the tension in the air. It didn't help matters that he was so close, his scent filling your senses. Glancing around briefly, you released a small sigh, shaking your head in a playful manner. With a tender gesture, you reached out and cupped his cheek, the intimate moment shared between you intensifying.

“You’re impossible.” Your voice was a faint whisper, closing the distance between you as you moved in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss, delicate and sweet, lasted far longer than you had anticipated, but you found yourself loving every moment of it. As you got closer, the temptation to melt into his embrace overcame you, and you could feel his eagerness through the curious movements of his hands, which became bolder by the minute.

However, just as you were about to voice your feelings, the distinct call of Caesar’s voice pierced the intimate bubble you had created, forcing you to regretfully break the kiss. Turning your gaze back to Joseph, you were met with his trademark snarky smile, a look that teetered on the edge of being both endearing and infuriating. He wore his joy openly, quietly bragging to himself about having gained something as simple as a kiss to you. It was a moment that triggered a playful irritation in you, making you want to slap his smug grin away.

As the moment between you faded, you watched him depart with a playful wink cast over his shoulder in your direction before returning back to Caesar. Even as he walked away, his cheeky demeanor left a lingering warm feeling in your heart, a silent promise of more moments like these to treasure.

Jotaro Kujo

On the contrary, it was an accidental kiss and wasn't something that neither of you had planned. It was in front of everyone as well, especially in front of his grandfather, which only heightened the embarrassment of the situation.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, with suspicions that an enemy Stand user, possibly one of Dio's underlings, was involved. This required everyone to be attentive, continuously on the lookout for signs of an attack or sabotage, no matter how bizarre the situation may be at hand. Despite the tension, the moment had allowed for a brief lapse into normalcy as Joseph generously offered to cover the cost of lunch for everyone. You conveyed your gratitude gracefully, humming blissfully to yourself as you devoured the pasta you'd chosen, enjoying the flavors 

However, your delight was cut short when you felt an unusual sensation in your throat. It swelled quickly, making it difficult to breathe and speak. Panic came in when you realized you were choking, and the situation quickly escalated from uncomfortable to life-threatening. It was Iggy who had caught on to this, the small dog emerging from beneath the table and began barking loudly at you.

The abrupt escalation of events threw the group into a state of alarm. As you began to drool excessively, struggling for air, a small, rabid-like bug emerged from your mouth, adding a surreal horror to the scene. Your attempt to cry out was muffled, choked by the intrusion. Polnareff and Joseph let out a collective scream, their voices blending in shock and terror. Despite the panic that was clouding your eyesight, you could see Avdol and Kakyoin rush into action, summoning their Stands with an eagerness.

In the midst of the chaos and fear, you suddenly felt a strong, reassuring grip on your shoulder, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with Jotaro. His presence was imposing, the brim of his hat casting a shadow that obscured the upper half of his face, rendering his eyes invisible in the moment. Before you could process the situation fully, Jotaro's lips pressed firmly against yours. Shock and a surge of adrenaline caused your eyes to fly open wide, your hands instinctively curling into fists against his muscular chest. As he pulled back, the realization hit you: Jotaro had taken the stand from your mouth, now holding it between his lips. With a look of disgust, he spat it out to the side. In an instant, Star Platinum was summoned, its fist blurring into motion as it delivered a powerful punch that sent the stand hurtling into oblivion.

Everyone was taken aback by Jotaro's action. It was a bold move that had you gasping for air. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you processed the sensation; his lips had been surprisingly soft, and the kiss had carried a level of passion that left you questioning its intent.

The lingering sensation of his lips on yours created an array of emotions swirling within you, mixing gratitude with confusion and a hint of curiosity. The lingering sensation of his lips on yours sparked a range of emotions within you.

You cleared your throat, the unexpectedness of the circumstance made you feel instantly self-conscious, forcing you to put your plate aside as your hunger faded in the aftermath of the experience. “Thanks…” You said hoarsely.

“Yare Yare…” 

Josuke Higashikata

You and Josuke attended the same school, and it had become a regular occurrence for him to offer to walk you home. At first, you didn't think much of it, considering it a friendly gesture. However, things took a different turn when your school friends started teasing you, hinting that Josuke might have a crush on you.

Today was like any other day, with Josuke offering to walk you home once again. However, a nagging feeling of guilt crept over you as you realized how many times he had gone out of his way for you without expecting anything in return. Despite your gratitude for his kindness, you couldn't help but feel like you owed him something more substantial.

As the two of you approached your house's doorstep, you fidgeted with your hands, an anxious yet grateful smile forming across your face as you turned to face the boy. "Is this like, the millionth time you've walked me to my door?" you teased gently, resting against the doorframe and looking down at your feet. "You're really sweet," you said, genuine admiration coloring your words as you met his gaze again. His presence was familiar and comforting, making every trip to your door a special part of your day.

Josuke rubbed the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips as he blushed slightly at your words. "Hey, I was raised to be a gentleman, y'know," he replied with a hint of self-consciousness, his genuine sincerity shining through. "And, uh, I think you're pretty cool to hang out with." he added, trying to play it off casually but unable to hide the warmth in his eyes as he looked at you. 

"Yeah? I think you're pretty cool too," you replied, crossing your arms and allowing your gaze to linger on his figure, almost as if you were studying him intently. Josuke, with his trademark pompadour, couldn't help but chuckle softly at your lingering look, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You fought with the thoughts that raced through your mind, urging you to take the risk and make your move, especially after leaving Josuke visibly flustered. He was now haphazardly kicking at a pebble under his foot, avoiding direct eye contact as if quietly expressing that he was waiting for something else to happen before returning home. The tension in the air was obvious, and you could sense the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

"I wanted to thank you for walking with me every day," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "A proper thank you," you quickly corrected yourself, hoping to drop a subtle hint about where the conversation was heading. "I feel like my words aren't enough. I think you deserve something more meaningful."

As you spoke, Josuke's gaze shifted back to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes. He didn't know what to expect, but the moment he felt your hands holding onto his biceps, everything seemed to fall into place. His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him, his mouth going dry and his lips quivering slightly in response to the sudden surge of emotions.

Without hesitating for another second, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against Josuke's, savoring the sweetness of the moment. The taste of cherry chapstick lingered on your lips, adding to the enchantment of the kiss. When you finally pulled away, a soft giggle escaped your lips as you admired the lovestruck expression on Josuke's face, his goofy grin speaking volumes about his happiness in that moment. "S-so, uh... I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Josuke asked, a hint of nervousness lacing his words. In response, you gave his cheek a soft tap, a reassuring gesture that brought a smile to his face. With a final glance and a warm smile, you opened the door to your house, leaving Josuke with a sense of anticipation.

“Definitely.”

Giorno Giovanna

During another date that he had arranged, Giorno bought you ice cream as the two of you walked hand in hand. It was a rare occasion when he wasn't caught up in his responsibilities as a mob leader and actually took the time to be with you. Being outside of the mansion felt refreshing, and you were grateful that Giorno shared the same sentiment.

"You know," you started, a playful lilt in your voice as you attempted to coax him into sharing the dessert, "it's one of your favorite flavors. Are you sure you don't want a taste?" Your attempt was light-hearted, an effort to draw him into a small act of normalcy, something as mundane as sharing ice cream on a date.

Giorno's response was a chuckle, the sound warm and rich, filling the space between you. "I'm quite sure. Today, I'm more than happy just to see you enjoy it," he replied, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter. 

It made you wonder if he'd ever considered taking the relationship to the next level. Nothing extravagant, simply the fact that you've been dating for a while now and he has never initiated a kiss. How you ached to feel his lips on yours. Given his soft-spoken demeanor, you wondered if his lips were also soft and moisturized, providing an intoxicating lasting sensation with each kiss. Given that you were staring a little too long, Giorno had turned to meet your eyes as an evident grin spread across his lips as he cups his own cheek out of embarrassment. “Is there something on my face? You look like you have something you want to say.”

“Mmm, yeah actually.” You responded back with lidded eyes as you gave his hand a small squeeze and stopped your tracks. "There’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for the longest.” You admitted as the ice cream in your hands slowly melted from the bright sun above. You continued, “If I have your permission to touch you, will you trust me?” 

"You always have my permission, you don't need to ask," Giorno reassured you with a gentle smile, his eyes watching you carefully. As you wrapped one arm around his neck, the distance between your bodies shortened, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Your cheeks were flushed, and the way he met your gaze without much of a reaction made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You felt his arm snake around your waist, and it almost seemed like he knew exactly what you had planned to do next. The anticipation and closeness between you added a thrilling suspense to the moment.

Eventually, the both of you lean in to share a passionate kiss. Much to your pleasure, his lips were soft and so were his hands as it continues to explore the rest of your body. You felt weak in the knees, your hand rested on his chest and once the two of you pulled away you were left starstruck. “Giorno...” “Shall we get going?” The question, simple and gentle, jolted you back to reality, yet the magic of the moment lingered like the afterglow of a sunset. His hand, warm and reassuring, squeezed yours. You nodded your head in response, letting the blonde lead the way as the two of you continue to enjoy the rest of your date. 

Jolyne Cujoh

Well, it was more of a dare than something that was just intended. Whenever she was in a good mood, she hardly took herself so seriously, especially when she was messing around with her friends. Though it was pretty easy to break down the tough exterior that she occasionally displays on herself. That’s just how Jolyne is and you admire her for that.

You were seated comfortably on the carpet of your apartment, surrounded by your friends and the lively energy of the gathering. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, fueled by the risky game you had all decided to play. With each round, bets were placed, and allowances were on the line as you wagered on the most obscure acts and challenges.

However, things took an unexpected turn when Ermes placed a cash bet on Jolyne kissing you. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone's gaze focused on you and Jolyne, the heightened tension palpable as the game appeared to have strayed into personal territory. 

“Where’d that even come from? You tryin’ to make fun of us or something?” You asked Ermes, your cheeks felt warm,

Ermes just laughed, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the sudden tension between you and Jolyne. "What? Can't handle a little dare?" she teased, her grin widening at your discomfort. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, especially when you caught Jolyne's eye. Her usually fierce demeanor seemed softened by the flush of embarrassment, making her look unexpectedly vulnerable.

Jolyne let out a deep breath, her gaze shifting from you to Ermes and then back again. "Fine," she finally said, the word coming out more as a challenge than a submission. She leaned closer, her eyes locked with yours, a mix of defiance and something softer you couldn't quite place. The room fell silent, the playful teasing of moments ago replaced by an almost electric anticipation. You could hear your heart beating, loud in the quiet of the room, as Jolyne's face came closer to yours. Her eyes flickered closed, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.

The kiss was brief, a simple press of lips that felt like a spark through your entire body. When she pulled back, her eyes met yours again, searching for a reaction. The room erupted into whistles and laughter from Ermes and Foo Fighters, but both you and Jolyne were caught in a moment of silent communication, a question and answer passing silently between you.

Jolyne broke eye contact first, turning back to face Ermes and the others with a nonchalant shrug. "See? Just a kiss," she said, her voice steady but you noticed the slight pink still coloring her cheeks.

You were left a little dazed, warmth spreading through your chest. Although the kiss was part of the game, it felt like it carried more weight than either of you would admit. As the game continued and the evening wore on, you found yourself stealing glances at Jolyne, wondering if the moment had meant as much to her as it did to you.

Johnny Joestar

Just as he was about to join the big horse race, you had to pull him back a bit as you couldn’t help but worry about his own well being. It was a big deal, people can get way too competitive and you tend to worry over the littlest things. Of course, he had to reassure you that he was gonna be fine and that he would just have to be away for a few days, perhaps a few weeks or even months. The thought of being so far away from him already made you anxious and he noticed this, so he held your hands and looked up into your eyes. 

"I'll be fine, promise," he responded, his voice full of confidence and calmness. You wanted to believe in his statements and that he would carefully go through the challenges. You knew deep down that despite the distance and time away, he had the courage and determination to return to you.

Before you could say anything else, an obnoxiously loud horn blared, causing both you and Johnny to flinch. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, signaling that the horse race was about to commence. You observed Johnny, noticing how his gaze fixated on a man in a hat, attending to a horse. While you were curious about his sudden focus, you decided not to inquire and instead diverted his attention back to you.

You stretched out and cupped his cheek, gently turning his face toward you. The touch was both calming and anchoring, a gentle reminder amidst the chaos of the race. Johnny's gaze met yours, and everything else disappeared into the background. The clamor of the crowd, the excitement of the race, everything went incidental.

In the heat of the moment, you let your body take control as your brain lagged behind. You wrapped your arms around Johnny, pulling yourself closer to his pretty face and eventually your lips locked with his own. You could tell you caught him off guard with the way his body jumped but he immediately melted into the kiss.  The world around you seemed to fade into a blur, leaving just the warmth of his lips against yours and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in perfect harmony. It was a frozen moment in time, with every touch and sensation speaking volumes about your relationship.  

After the lingering kiss had finally ended, Johnny's lips retained their puckered form for a moment longer, as if trying to capture the essence of the intimate moment. His eyes remained closed, basking in the residual warmth of your embrace. It wasn't until you let out a playful giggle and lightly tapped his cheek that he snapped out of his reverie, realizing that the kiss had come to an end. Johnny's face broke into a sheepish grin as he opened his eyes, the delighted twinkle in them reflecting how deeply he had lost himself in the experience.

"Having fun there, loverboy?" you teased with a playful grin, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Shut up, and kiss me again before I go for real this time," Johnny mumbled in a half-serious, half-playful tone, already leaning in with closed eyes, anticipating the next kiss. You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully at his eagerness, knowing all too well how much he enjoyed these moments of intimacy.

Granting his wish, you leaned in closer, planting a series of small, teasing pecks on his lips. Each kiss was light and fleeting, just enough to leave him wanting more but sufficient to see the satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

His embrace was overwhelmingly tight, his clinginess something you adored in him, yet you hadn't quite anticipated the sheer strength he possessed. It left you feeling somewhat overpowered, as if you were about to be compressed into nothingness. Your reaction was a series of light giggles, and although you attempted to push him away gently, it only led him to draw you closer once again. Looking down at you, Gappy gently held your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"Josuke, what's gotten into you?" you question playfully about your boyfriend, but Gappy's arms remained tightly around you. Sure, you had grown accustomed to his affection, though it may occasionally take you by surprise with its intensity. You were also aware of his memory loss and continued search for his identity and purpose. Being one of the first people he met after losing his memory, he quickly developed an emotional connection to you, which you accepted wholeheartedly. 

“You’re warm...” He muttered quietly, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin, inducing involuntary shivers. His acts toward you were noticeably compassionate, in stark contrast to his usual approach. Really, he had charisma, a natural capacity to attract those around him, as well as characteristics that made him unique. Nonetheless, he was ready to get violent at any given moment. But with you, he was someone completely different. He treated you with tenderness and care that spoke volumes, distinguishing you to be special in his eyes. It was this sharp contrast, this respite from his rougher side, that made you feel sincerely appreciated and cherished.

"Jojo..." Your words was just a whisper, a sweet utterance full of care as you softly lifted your hands, cradling his face with the utmost care.You allowed your eyes to wander over his features, memorizing each detail—the curve of his brow, the depth in his eyes, the subtle strength in his jawline.  As you leaned closer, your lips discovered the warmth of his forehead and planted a delicate kiss. With each kiss, you followed a line across his face, from his forehead to his cheek, and finished with a peck on his chin.  He reacted with a slight start to your boldness, a small but noticeable jump, yet he remained silent, his eyes speaking volumes of the surprise and warmth he felt.

You wanted to giggle, a sense of satisfaction at getting such a reaction from your boyfriend. You were about to say something witty and sharp, the words almost dancing on your tongue, eager to tease him even more. However, before you could make your smart remark, the scenario took an unexpected turn. His hands, echoing your previous move, rose to gently cup your face. The world seemed to stop for a time as his eyes fluttered shut, sending a subtle indication of his intentions.

Then, with unexpected boldness, he closed the gap between you, pushing his lips against yours in a daring kiss. His unexpected action left your eyes wide open in shock for just a second, leaving an unspoken query hanging in the air. But as the surprise wore off, a warmth flowed through you, and you found yourself easing into the kiss, your body's tension melting away as you reacted with equal passion.

Once the two of you pulled away, you were left breathless, your cheeks were warm and it was hard to really look him in the eyes after such a passionate kiss. You were at a loss for words as well, it was hard to really think about what to say next. It seemed like he was on the same page, his eyes simply looking at yours as he tried to read the expression that you had on your face. Rest assured, there was definitely going to be more kisses after that. 

Jodio Joestar

Your frustration was palpable when you stumbled upon him yet again engaged in the act of selling drugs, this time to a group of unfamiliar faces. The sight of him engaging this illicit exchange stirred a flare of anger within you, prompting you to confront him directly. Standing there, your posture rigid with your arms tightly crossed over your chest and a frown etching deep lines of disappointment across your face, you were the picture of discontent.

Jodio, seemingly unconcerned by your appearance or the dissatisfaction etched all over your face, simply snickered to himself dismissively. He nonchalantly shook a baggie full of dollar notes, flaunting the goods of his trade right in front of your eyes, all before he had a chance to properly register your presence or understand the depth of your anger.

"Again?" You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you observed his repetitive behavior. It was a mix of frustration and disappointment that colored your expression, a silent plea for him to understand the significance of his actions. However, his response was careless, with a mere shrug that appeared to indicate a lack of regard for your issues.

"What's the big deal?" he asked, his tone tinged with casualness as he continued walking, dismissing your concerns. He passed you and headed in the direction where Dragona had parked his car. However, you were not going to let him off the hook so easily. You followed closely after him, the mean expression still engraved on your face as you gazed at his back. Your steps were deliberate, each bearing the weight of your frustration you had for him. His relaxed demeanor simply bolstered the urge to confront him and make him realize the weight of his actions that he had on you.

"What's the big deal?" For god's sake, you're a 15-year-old selling drugs to a couple of dickheads!" Your frustration spilled out in words, your voice infused with fear and exasperation. "You'll get in big trouble, and they'll take you away, and—" Before you could continue, you were interrupted by his irritatingly loud yawn. The interruption left you speechless, your eyes narrowing.  The boldness of his attitude, yawning as if your issues were nothing more than a little annoyance, was frustrating. "You're unbelievable," you said under your breath, your words filled with disappointment.

"What's unbelievable is that you care so much," he spat back, his tone defiant as he stuffed the bag of cash into his pockets. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you directly. "What? Cat's got your tongue? You're kinda funny," he added with a hint of sarcasm, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Your initial instinct was to lash out, to give voice to the frustration swirling inside you. But in a split second, something shifted, and before you could fully process it, your impulses took over. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and pressed your lips onto his.

The kiss was impulsive, a burst of emotion that manifested in the heat of the moment. You could feel the texture of his slightly chapped lips against yours. It was a surprise even to yourself, this sudden act of intimacy amidst the tension and conflict that had defined your interaction moments ago.

“I’ll… see you around.”

[cosmicpearlz]

my love is mine, all mine

summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

~one~

“i’m jude bellingham,” you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.

“you’re not funny.”

“i am so. you know you wanna laugh,” you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning.

“no.”

“guys, he’s smiling! he knows i’m funny,” you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other person’s hand away.

“you guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!”

“right right, sorry. i’m jude and that’s y/n,” you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.

“we’re here to see who loves the other person more.”

“no. try again.”

“we’re actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?” jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

“whatever you say m’love. do you wanna ask the first question?”

~two~

wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest he’s ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.

jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.

meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. you’ve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they would’ve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.

“baby, why are you standing so far? c’mere,” jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.

“congratulations my love. i’m so proud of you,” you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.

“thank you for being here.”

“i’d travel across the moon for you.”

“i’ll travel across the galaxy for you,” jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.

“must you always have to one up me?”

“yes. i would give you the world if i could.”

“luckily for you, you are my world and you’re already all mine,” your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.

“and you’re all mine,” jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too darling,” jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.

completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.

~three~

“i’m ready to shake my ass on this yacht!” you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.

“ew i prefer you didn’t. don’t wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.”

“i prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?” everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.

“keep it in your pants bellingham,” you push his chest with a knowing smirk.

“i can’t. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,” it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.

“you are a perv. stop being nasty,” you pointed at him and walked away from him.

jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldn’t even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.

“you know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you don’t,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.

“i do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,” you replied with, in between your constant giggles.

~four~

football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of jude’s and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.

“jude,” you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didn’t move an inch.

“babe,” you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasn’t fully awake.

“i can’t sleep.”

“darling it’s like three in the morning,” the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when he’s half asleep.

“i know, i’m sorry. i just can’t sleep.”

jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.

“what do you want me to do exactly?”

“stay up with me until i fall asleep?”

the silence was loud as you guys studied each other’s faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.

“let’s have some tea then.”

“okay.”

you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.

“here you go m’love,” sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.

“thank you baby. i’m sorry i woke you.”

“it’s not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldn’t sleep?”

“no, i just couldn’t sleep,” you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.

“well luckily i’m really good boyfriend.”

“oh really?”

“mmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“you have a point bellingham,” you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. “have i ever told you i love you?”

“hmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“once or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.”

“where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.

“i’m kidding. i love you more,” jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.

“not possible. i love you wayyy more.”

“ugh as if.”

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader) masterlist

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The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesn’t know how to function on leave without Ghost’s voice in his ear.

Johnny’s two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simon’s up to.

The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simon’s up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Lt’d do his fuckin’ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if he’s got a girl tucked away at home). 

Is it so unusual? Johnny can’t remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghost’s presence feels like an extension of his own these days. He’s cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?

Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep). 

He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that. 

Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as he’s able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. He’s worked with superior officers before—plenty of times, hundreds of times—but there are few men of Ghost’s calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?

Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghost’s dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthful—it’d give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesn’t think about it. Laughs at a mate’s joke at the pub when he didn’t catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.

He’s not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghost’s favourite. 

Then, one day, he meets a girl.

Johnny’s not winning an award any time soon for world’s best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invites—all that fun stuff. He’s sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sister—nearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when it’s thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.

He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but that’s a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. There’s a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe it’ll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back. 

“Jesus, who gave ye the right?” Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket. 

“The right?” she repeats back, blinking.

“To leave the house lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous. Glad I wasn’t driving when I passed you by—woulda been in a twenty car pile up.”

She’s not impressed in the slightest. It’s thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression he’s ever made, but he’s made worse ones. It’s not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle. 

He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mam’s never liked him more, so at least there’s that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the florist’s, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed. 

He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth. 

“Are ye just gonna use me and kick me out?” he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle. 

“You know, you don’t have to pussyfoot around with me. Weren’t you just trying to get laid?” she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him. 

“No’ just some playboy, hen,” he scoffs. “I have feelings too.”

Her other eyebrow lifts. He’s tickled pink.

He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. He’s used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor. 

When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue. 

Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. He’ll pay for that later. 

In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they don’t call, they don’t write, they don’t email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. It’s not Ghost’s fault he trickles into Johnny’s dreams sometimes. 

A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesn’t know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind. 

He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. She’s sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kick—everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself. 

Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?

He looks pointedly away. 

It’s new, but maybe he’s like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitment—he spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?

Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave. 

“C’mon, promise me you’ll call, hen,” Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. “How’m I gonna survive without ye, huh? They’re gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.”

“So dramatic. You have my number,” she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.

“No, please, baby, please—promise me—”

“Oh my god, alright, fine—I’ll call. Now get going already.”

The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, it’s straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder. 

When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction. 

Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that. 

“Aye, Lt. Just for you.”

[chaostudee]

baby fever, lewis hamilton.

summary : upon seeing lewis meeting a young boy you can't help but imagine a future with you and lewis having your own. warnings : suggestive content

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the hospitality was filled with eager fans as they awaited their meeting with 7 time world champion lewis hamilton. although lewis had been greeting fans all morning, his smile didn't waver and he gave each person the same treatment as the next. that's what you loved about him, his undenying attention to detail.

looking on, you can't hide the smile that creeps upon your lips as you watch lewis with a young fan. the young boy runs up to lewis to which lewis smiles and gets down on his knees so that he can speak properly to the young boy.

you watch as lewis hands the boy a signed hat and ruffles his hair and taking a quick picture with him before moving onto the next person. your heart leaps in your chest. although you and lewis had only been married for a year it would be a lie to say that kids weren't on your mind. you had many a time imagined you and lewis having a child, with his eyes and your smile.

lewis spies you watching him and winks at you. your cheeks burn and you sheepishly run your hands through your hair. it was the simple things that lewis did that made you flustered, even if it was just as simple as a longing stare or cheeky grin he still managed to make your heart clench.

and you were so content as you watched his fans enunciate the same love that you shared for him.

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it wasn't long before lewis was done with his duties and his first instinct was to head over to you. you were now sat in the corner of the room, busily typing on your laptop to avoid disturbance to others.

your eyes are brought away from your screen when you feel a presence from behind.

"hey baby" lewis whispers into your ear before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. you turn around to him smiling before pulling him in to place your lips on his.

"what was that for?" lewis asks half smirking when you pull away. you shrug in response and return your attention back to your laptop.

lewis slides into the seat beside you and directs his attention on you. he notices that you are acting strange, and that usually means that you have something on your mind.

"what's on your mind" he prompts to you, tracing his finger uo your arm. lewis's love language was most definitly physical touch and at every utmost opportunity he would.

at this your fingers hover over the keys. "nothing lew"you confirmed, trying to convince him. lewis raises his eyebrows at this knowing that you are lying to him.

"i know you y/n come on tell me what's up". this was true. lewis knew you almost too well, to the point where he nearly knew you better than you knew yourseld.

you sigh and close your laptop before beginning to fiddle with your fingers. "you know earlier...." you begin.

lewis nods but is uncertain. "baby you have got to be specific".

"when you were meeting that young boy".

lewis clicks on to what you are getting at. "ah yeah he was really cute wasn't he?" he pauses "he was telling me that he really wants to be a racing driver and he had a drawing of me" lewis says as he recollects his meeting with the young boy.

you smile fondly at lewis. "seeing you with a young child, i just couldn't help but think about um what if we had a kid....".

lewis had truthfully been thinking about you and him having kids for awhile but he was afraid to suggest it, in the fear that you didn't reciprocate his same feelings about the matter.at your suggestion lewis's smile softens and he grabs your hand and kisses it. "i've been thinking about it too but i don't want to rush you into anything"

you nod and can feel nothing but grateful for his empathy towards you. "i think i'm ready" you say confidently and at this lewis's eyes shine with thoughts of the future.

lewis interwines his fingers in yours. "so....you want to start trying" lewis begins to move towards you to kiss you but you pull away.you gesture to your surroundings and he chuckles.

"i know a place we can go".

taking your hand he leads you down the corridor to his driver's room. you walk in and lewis follows closing the door behind him but not before placing the do not disturb sign on the door.

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43. "how could you think i didn’t care?"

reader and jeonghan arguing because she feels like he never takes her concerns seriously and he realizes how much he’s unintentionally been hurting her feelings

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angst prompt #43: "how could you think I didn't care?"

“you never take me seriously, jeonghan!” your voice cracks, and you hate how weak you sound.

jeonghan stares at you, his usual teasing smirk nowhere to be found. his brows furrow, lips parting as if to say something, but no words come out.

“all you do is laugh it off when i try to tell you how i feel,” you continue, your chest tightening with every word. “i’m always the one bending over backward to make sure you’re okay, but when it’s me—” you pause, swallowing hard. “when it’s me, you act like it’s nothing. like i’m nothing.”

his expression shifts, his jaw tightening. “that’s not fair,” he says, his tone low but firm.

“oh, it’s not fair?” you laugh bitterly, the sound foreign even to your own ears. “what’s not fair is how you always brush me off. i tell you i’m upset, and you crack a joke. i tell you i’m stressed, and you say, ‘don’t worry, you’ll be fine.’” your hands tremble as you clutch at your sides. “do you even care, jeonghan? do you even—”

“how could you think i didn’t care?” his voice cuts through yours, louder than you’ve ever heard him. it startles you, and for a moment, the room feels too small for the both of you.

your breath catches, and you finally look at him. his eyes glisten with something you can’t quite place—hurt, anger, regret.

“you think i don’t care because i don’t know how to handle it?” he steps closer, his voice softer now but no less intense. “do you know how hard it is for me to see you hurting? to feel so... useless because i can’t fix it for you?”

“then why—” you start, but he cuts you off again.

“because i thought if i could make you laugh, it would help.” his voice wavers, and he looks away, his hand running through his hair in frustration. “i didn’t know it made you feel like this. like i wasn’t listening. like i didn’t care.”

your heart aches at the raw emotion in his voice, but the hurt lingers, refusing to let you soften completely. “but you never said that, jeonghan. you never... let me see that side of you. all i saw was someone who didn’t take me seriously.”

his shoulders slump, and for the first time, he looks small—vulnerable in a way you’re not used to. “i’m sorry,” he whispers, the words heavy with sincerity. “i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i thought i was helping. i thought...” he exhales shakily. “i thought you knew how much you mean to me.”

silence stretches between you, broken only by the faint hum of the world outside.

“how could i?” you say softly, your voice trembling. “you never said it.”

he steps closer, his hand reaching out hesitantly before resting on your shoulder. his touch is warm, grounding. “then let me say it now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “you mean everything to me. you always have. and i’m sorry i didn’t show it the way you needed me to. i’m sorry i made you feel like you were alone in this.”

tears well in your eyes, and you hate how easily his words unravel you. “i just wanted to feel like i mattered to you,” you admit, your voice breaking.

his grip on your shoulder tightens ever so slightly. “you matter more than anything,” he says, his gaze locking with yours. “and i’ll do better. i promise.”

you search his face for any sign of insincerity, but all you see is the boy you fell for—the boy who, despite his flaws, is trying his best to meet you halfway.

and for now, that’s enough.