#but when their situation was reversed he told him to shut up and keep it tactical

[s0fter-sin]

ghost praised soap for every bottle he grabbed but when he tried to return the favour at the prison it was all, “keep it tactical, sergeant,” man really can’t handle praise

[hearts4golbach]

could you write something johnnie x reader where the roles are reversed in cuff me?

Yes, Officer.

pairing:

Police Officer!Johnnie Guilbert x Prisoner!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

also based off of this request.

i wanna write more interesting oneshots like this. GUESS WHOS GOING TO GET TO ACTUALLY SEE FALLING IN REVERSE LIVE??? (if youve read the night shift, you know.)

proofread/not proofread

warnings:

slight gun play, guns, blood/violence mention, pet names (sugar, ma, mama, etc,) SMUT 18+, oral sex (M receiving,) spanking, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, fanfic logic.

word count:

2.0k

your feet slapped against the pavement as you ran as fast as you could. rain patted against the street, a soft sound mixed with your harsh panting. you dipped into the forest, hoping no one would find you there, you needed to rest. your chest burned as you heaved, trying to catch your breath. rocks stabbed into your feet, making them ache and bleed. your white, stained tank top was now wet with sweat, and you could've sworn there was a puddle of it in your neon orange joggers. you began to walk further into the woods, promising yourself no one would be able to find you.

you found a decent place to sit on a log that was covered in dirt, but it was better than the slick grass and mud. you sat there, staring at the ground as you contemplated your options. you needed to get as far away from Los Angeles as possible. but how? you had no money, no car, no jo-

"put your fucking hands up!" a voice yelled from behind you. you whipped around, "if you run, i will shoot you." he added, walking towards you carefully. "you don't want me to call for backup, do you, ms. L/n?"

you stood up slowly, tossing your hands in the air as you turned around. there stood officer Guilbert, his gray camouflage gun pointed directly at your head. he walked towards you slowly. officer Guilbert was your favorite officer form the prison, not to mention, the most attractive. his sunglasses seemed to be glued to his face, seeing as they were on this late at night.

"still won't take off those damn glasses?" you teased. at this point, his gun was pressed into your forehead. the cold metal sent shivers down his spine. he didn't react to your snarky comment. "you wouldn't dare shoot that."

"don't fucking test me, sugar." Sugar was officer Guilbert's pet name for you. he had obviously taken some what of a liking to you, seeing as he hadn't given any of the other girls a nickname of any sorts. a light pink blush glowed on your face, making officer Guilbert smirk. "you wanna tell me what the hell you're doing out here?"

you rested your aching arms on his shoulders, stepping closer to him. " i want to feel free. don't you get it, officer?" he loved when you called him just 'officer,' you knew it for a fact. you knew he was holding eye contact, even though his sunglasses kept you from knowing for sure.

he lowered his gun slightly, dragging it down your cheek and to your chest. he dragged it down further, resulting in him slightly pulling down your tank top to reveal some cleavage. "you know, you're too pretty to be out here all by yourself. I'm sorry, ma. I'm going to need you to turn around and put your hands behind your back."

you groaned, giving him puppy dog eyes before turning around and doing as he told you. "yes, officer." you hummed, trying to weisle your way out of the situation.

he took a pair of cuffs off of his belt and locked them onto you. "why don't you turn back around and get on your knees, sweetheart?"

your heart jumped at his request. you slowly turned to face him before dropping to your knees. dirt clung to your pants and wood chips stabbed into your knees, but you found it extremely hard to care. the pain attributed to the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Officer Guilbert squatted down, coming face to face with you. "you think i wouldn't hear about your little crush on me? your cell mates don't know how to keep their mouths shut. i know about your fantasies about me, ms. L/n. you wanna tell me what that's all about?" a strong hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"well, if you've heard, then i'm sure you already know." you spat, slightly embarrassed.

"you wanna get out of this? use your words, sugar. we can stop any time and i'll take you right back." he teased, a devious smirk plastered on his face. the way he was speaking to you made you throb. you felt arousal pool in your panties. "i have to take you back either way, sweetheart. now is our only time alone, and i plan to use it."

"p-please, officer." you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his calloused thumb ran over your scarred cheek.

"tell me what you want from me, Ms. L/n." he tisked, gripping your chin tighter.

your mouth watered as you noticed the growing bulge in his pants. embarrassment flushed through your body as you spoke, "'wanna suck your dick s'bad, officer Guilbert."

you leaned into his touch, making him smirk. "really?" he replied sarcastically. you chewed your lip and nodded. he pressed a harsh, short kiss to your lips as you melted into his touch. he pulled away and stood up, making you let out a soft moan at the loss of touch. "my pretty girl is just so touch starved, isn't she?"

you watched intently as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing the briefs that were restraining his hard cock. your hands strained against the cuffs as you tried to reach out and touch him. "fuck," you whined, looking up at him.

he moved his glasses on top of his head so you could finally see his watercolor eyes. "only good girls get to touch, sugar." yo frowned at his words but didn't protest. "you sure you want to do this?"

you nodded quickly. "yes, yes officer. i want to so fucking bad." you sunk your teeth into your lower lip once more, picking at the shredded skin.

he pulled his boxers down and his dick sprung out. pre cum beaded at the angry red tip. he kept his pants gathered around his mid thigh. you leaned forward, licking from the base of his cock up to his tip. you wrapped your lips around him, making him buck his hips up. you swirled your tongue around his tip, making him groan at the sensation.

"shit," he muttered as you looked up at him with watery eyes. "you're doing s'good. don't worry, sweetheart. i'm gonna get you out of trouble, i was goin' to even before all this." word vomit flowed from his mouth as he watched your every mood.

you hummed against him, making his cock twitch in your mouth. you took him further down your throat. Johnnie choked out a groan. his hand moved to your hair. he grabbed a handful of your hair as he tossed his head back. you bobbed your head faster, rolling your tongue over every detail of his shaft.

"fuck, that's it." you stared at his ink covered skin, admiring his tattoos as you took his cock further into your mouth.

his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his length. he let out a low whimper, grasping your hair tighter. you couldn't help but smirk, the best you could, at the sounds he was making. "i wish i could break you out of that hell and have you all to myself."

you moaned in response, sending shivers up his spine. he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, the pain making a whimper slip past your lips. his cock was dripping with your spit mixed with his juices. he helped pull you to a standing position. his hand met the area where your jaw meets your neck, gripping it gently as he brought you closer to his face. "you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?"

"fuck me, please." you pleaded, leaning into his touch and kissing his jaw.

he let out a grunt in response. "that's what i thought. so fuckin needy for me, hmm?" his lips crashed against yours as he walked you backwards into the nearest tree. he tasted himself on your tongue, making him groan into your mouth. he kept your hands cuffed as he flipped you around. your face was pressed into the tree as he tugged your baggy sweats down. "you look so fucking good, even in these state ordered tidy widys." he teased, placing a light slap on your ass.

you jumped, giggling as his joke. he kissed along your bare shoulder as he slid your panties down around your ankles to meet your sweats. you arched your back, giving him better access to your wet cunt.

"you're so pretty," he muttered against your skin as he alliance his tip with your wet entrance. he thrusted inside you quickly, causing you to let out a loud moan. "so fucking tight." he grunted, setting a quick face.

he drilled into your pussy, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him. you let out pornographic moans, which amused him and turned him on even further, this was the first time you were being fucked in a year and a half, and he was giving it to you good. his hands gripped the chain of the handcuffs tightly. "fucking shit, officer." you teased the best you could, your. mind fuzzy and cock drunk.

he groaned at the name, pulling the handcuffs so you were up against his chest. he wrapped his freehand around your torso and began to massage your tit. "i'm always staring at you. i love when you wear these white tank tops with no bra, fuck." he said breathlessly. he pinched your pebbled nipple between his finger.

"fuck! 'm so close, officer guilbert. please let-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "please let me cum."

"i got you, mama. let go." his sweet tone was contradictory to his manhandling. he pounded into you relentlessly, his only goal bringing you as well as himself past the edge. "where do you want me?"

"shit, my- my mouth." you panted, your jaw falling open as a loud whimper came out of you. your walls clenched around his cock hard as you came. he helped you ride out your high.

your legs were wobbly as you turned around and dropped to your knees once more. his cock was pulsing, begging for release. you stuck out your tongue, resting his tip on it. you pumped his cock quickly as you looked into his eyes, not breaking eye contact for a second.

he tossed his head back with a loud groan as he came inside of your mouth. you swallowed it all. he looked down  at you with nothing but admiration. his gaze softened. "here, get up."

you did as he instructed. he turned you around and unlocked the handcuffs, taking them off and rubbing your wrists gently. he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pulling your underwear and pants back up. you turned around and placed a soft kiss against his lips. he wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you kissed.

you helped him as well, pulling up his pants and buckling them for him. "still can't believe you knew about my crush on you the whole time." you joked, still slightly embarrassed.

Johnnie smiled, pressing one last kiss against your lips. he sighed. "fuck it. go."

you looked at him with a quizzical look. "what?"

"go."

[letsgoletsgetit08]

reversed

summary: Airports are bad for Jisung's anxiety. Minho helps the best he knows how, finds a way to help take his mind off things. Jisung takes control.

warnings: mdni, dom!han jisung x sub!lee minho, light degradation, unprotected sex (established monogamous relationship)

word count: 2,201

ao3 link: reversed

if you're under 18, goodbye! click away.

reversed

Jisung’s grip on Minho’s hand hadn’t let up since the moment they left their seats on the airplane, holding on for dear life as the elder led him through the flashing cameras and endless calling of their names. They knew the risks of PDA like that in public, but Minho didn’t care. People had speculated he and Jisung were together ever since they debuted. They just didn’t know how right they were. And it hadn’t ruined their careers yet. Nothing was more important to him than getting Jisung through one of his most triggering situations. 

The door to their dorm clicked shut behind them. Finally home. Jisung slumped down the back of the door, sitting himself unceremoniously onto the floor, head between his knees, breathing shallow. 

“Sungie,” Minho knelt down in front of his boyfriend, “Come on, baby. In for four.” He instructed Jisung through a few rounds of box breathing, a technique that he had learned a few years ago and taught to Jisung. It worked remarkably well, nine times out of ten. Luckily, this was one of those times, and Jisung was able to finally self-regulate, breathing deeply, eyes coming up to meet Minho’s.

“There he is.” Minho smiled, moving to sit beside the man. Not touching him yet, because sometimes too much contact could overstimulate him. 

“I’m sorry.” Jisung choked out, tears streaming down his face as he came down from his panic attack. 

“Jagi, no.” Minho reached for him, “Can I touch you again?” He waited for the tiny nod from Jisung before reaching over, grabbing the other’s hands in his own, “Look at me. You never ever need to apologize for that.” He had told him as such a thousand times if he’d said it once. He would tell him every single time, too. Happily. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. Can you tell me what set you off tonight?”

Jisung’s lip quivered but he managed to get the words out, “I’m just so frustrated. I love being who we are but sometimes I hate the trade-off we all made when we chose this path. I feel like I have no control over my own life sometimes. It’s so much worse, especially tonight. Did you see one of our body guards? He barely managed to keep a so-called ‘fan’ from touching us! Sometimes I wish we weren’t famous and we could be together openly. Jisung and Minho. Not Han and Lee Know. I know that sounds selfish and counterintuitive-”

“No, honey.” Minho kissed his knuckles, “I know what you mean. It’s completely valid to be grateful for what you have and still wish you had something else. Everyone does it. It’s as much a part of the human experience as breathing oxygen. Sometimes I wish for the same thing. But I’m so glad we have each other. I couldn’t do any of this without you, Sungie.”

Jisung’s eyes were saucers as he met Minho’s own, “You couldn’t? Why? I’m the one always freaking out. You’re the normal one.”

“Freaking out is normal in our line of work. It’s just not normalized. And you keep me grounded. Something real to worry about. I mean that in a nice way. It’s a privilege to get to worry about you. That you trust me how you do, that I’m a source of comfort to you. It comforts me in return, Sungie. And you’ve been there for me plenty as well. You’re not the only one who ‘freaks out’ like you call it.” He tilted his chin up, “Look at me. If lack of control is what’s bothering you, then take control. I’d love for you to tell me what to do. What you want from me. How I can help you get that release.”

“You’d like that?” Jisung asked, eyes going dark with desire. 

“Yes, baby. I trust you. I just want to make you feel good. However I can.” Minho had found that sex was one sure-fire way to fully pull Jisung out of a spiral. He would never exploit it, but Jisung had told him himself that he was okay with him doing such, free to try to get his mind off of things however he saw fit. Usually Minho took the reins. But this was different. Jisung had never explicitly mourned a perceived lack of control before. Minho wanted him to have it. 

“Minho-” Jisung breathed, leaning in, lips ghosting over Minho’s, not touching yet. “On your knees, then.”

It surprised Minho, he wouldn’t lie. But he was so intrigued. They had established safe words and boundaries years ago. He was ready. He wanted to see where the dark expression on Jisung’s face would lead them. 

“Yes, daddy.” He quipped, curious to see how Jisung would react if he acted bratty. 

“Mmh. I like the sound of that.” Oh. Well. Daddy it is then, Minho took a mental note. Jisung smiled devilishly as he stood up, tossing his shirt to the side, revealing his impossibly tiny waist. Minho wanted to grab it so bad. He was very accustomed to doing so, fingers nearly meeting in the middle as he gripped it, helping Jisung ride his dick. But not tonight. 

Minho dared to lean forward, rubbing his face across the front of Jisung’s grey sweatpants, feeling him already filling out against his cheek through the fabric. “Can I please take these off?” He asked, hands coming up to skim the waistband. 

“I’d be more concerned if you didn’t.” Jisung mocked him. Minho couldn’t help but feel proud, his sweet Jisungie coming into the role so well. 

He grasped the waistband of Jisung’s pants, thumb hooking under the waistband of his underwear as well, pulling them both off, letting Jisung hold his shoulder to balance as he stepped out of them. He took Jisung’s flushed length into his hand, peering up at the man through his eyelashes, making sure that was what he wanted. Jisung’s eyes were closed in pleasure as he stroked him, so he took that as a yes. “Are you going to let me fuck your face any time in the next business day or what?” Jisung derided him from above. 

“Yes, sir.” Minho tried a different name, just out of curiosity.

Jisung pouted, “‘Sir’? I don’t remember saying I liked being called that name.”

They were locked in with ‘daddy’, it seemed. “Sorry, daddy. Won’t happen again.” He licked a stripe up the underside of Jisung’s now fully-hard length, teasing the tip of his cock with his tongue before slowly enveloping him into his eager mouth. Jisung had such a pretty dick, the smallest curve upwards and the perfect size, especially for current activities. 

Minho let spit leak out of the corners of his mouth as he buried Jisung as far as he could take him, nose pressed against the soft, short hair at his pubic bone. Jisung’s hips bucked, probably harder than he had meant to, but Minho recovered, happy that his love was feeling so good. He let out a surprised sound as Jisung’s cock hit his soft palate, gripping his thighs. Jisung seemed to understand as he laid the next stroke, fingers finding Minho’s soft waves to hold his head still. Minho hummed in confirmation and Jisung went again, moaning as he started to set a pace, fucking Minho’s throat raw. Jisung didn’t pull out at all as he came, moaning Minho’s name as he poured down his throat. Minho waited patiently for him to pull out, forcing himself not to gag at the slow movement. He knew Jisung was just trying to be careful. 

“Fuck, good job, baby.” Jisung panted, leaning down to kiss Minho’s swollen spit-slick lips, pulling him up to stand. “Now let’s see if I think you earned a reward from that performance. Go ahead. Strip down for me.” 

Minho obeyed, shucking his clothes off as fast as he could manage without looking ridiculous. Jisung led them to Minho’s bedroom - Jisung technically had his own room, but it went largely unused unless they were too lazy to change the sheets - and he immediately pushed Minho down to the mattress, straddling his legs to cage him in, crushing their lips together before pulling back to retrieve the lube he knew to be in the bedside table drawer.

“Can’t wait to hear you beg for it. You’ll be good and beg for me, won’t you, baby?” Jisung taunted him, squirting lube onto his fingers. 

“Yes, daddy. Anything you want.” Minho whined as Jisung began circling his rim. 

“Good.” He hovered his lips just out of reach again, “Now relax for me.” He instructed as he pushed one finger inside. 

Jisung was a little clumsy at first. It had been a while since he’d been in that particular position. But muscle memory took over fast enough and soon, three fingers deep, Minho was in fact crying out and begging for it. 

“Please, Jisung.” Mimho whined.

“Please, what, darling?” Jisung chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. 

“Please, fuck me, daddy.” 

“You think you deserve that?” Jisung asked.

“No, I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you at all.” Minho’s voice was breathy, already dangerously close to the edge. 

“Then you better keep begging, angel.” Jisung’s voice was low, stern. Minho was impressed. 

“Please let me cum. Please fuck me. Please, need you inside me. Want you so bad, Jisung. Please, I’ll do anything, but please, please fuck me.” Minho laid it on thick, back arching off the bed as Jisung’s fingers slowed their pace.

Jisung sighed, slowly beginning to pull out, “Fine. But keep in mind when I’m fucking you senseless, that you asked for this. You begged for it.” He kissed Minho’s jaw before sitting up to apply lube to his cock, which had had plenty of time to bounce back after he tortured Minho for what had felt like hours on end, at least on Minho’s part. 

He pushed in slowly, letting Minho suck him in, falling forward a little clumsily as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck-” His hips snapped immediately, chasing the feeling. Minho was glad he had spent so much time opening him up as he stayed true to his word, bending Minho in half as he began fucking into him, hard and increasingly faster. 

Normally, it wouldn’t work for Minho, but seeing his boyfriend get so much pleasure out of fucking him like that, it worked. 

“You can only cum after me, got it?” Jisung grunted, “I’m in control here. And I won’t be assisting you at all so you better cum when I do, understood?” 

Minho nodded. A challenge, but he would be good for Jisung. He would do anything that was asked of him. 

“I didn’t hear you.” Jisung huffed. 

“Yes, daddy, please cum, I want you to fill me up.” Minho whined, so close to his release already.

Jisung gripped his hips like a vice, adjusting their angle ever so slightly to give him better leverage, nailing Minho repeatedly, “I’m-” thrust, “gonna-” thrust, “cum- ahh Minho.” Jisung cried out. 

It was all Minho needed, hot strands of cum falling to his chest as he came, clenching around Jisung, milking every last drop from him. 

Jisung fell onto Minho’s chest, breath shallow and labored, but for a completely different reason this time. 

“Oh, baby.” Minho enveloped him in a hug, feeling the younger’s dick softening slowly inside of him, “You did so good.”

Jisung pulled out and fell to his side, using Minho’s chest as a pillow, “Aren’t I supposed to be praising you right now?” His voice shook still weak from the effort. 

“Doesn’t matter.” Minho kissed his head, “I’m just so proud of my baby. So, so happy.”

“I’m happy, too.”

“Feeling better?” Minho asked gently, rubbing circles on his boyfriend’s back. 

“Yes. So much.” Jisung’s head raised up and he propped himself on his elbow so he could look at Minho, “Thank you. You are incredible. I love you so much, Lee Minho.”

Minho pulled him back down into a languid kiss, barely disconnecting their lips to whisper, “I love you more, Han Jisung.”

“No way!” Jisung giggled.

“Yes way!” Minho shot back, kissing him again briefly, “I wouldn’t call just anyone ‘daddy’ willingly.”

Jisung buried his face into Minho’s neck, “Can I be honest? I did not like ‘daddy’. I just thought I should stand my ground since I was in charge and I could tell you were trying to test me.”

“Oh thank god.” Minho laughed, relieved, “I hated it, too. Anything you prefer?”

“What about… Sire?”

Minho paused before reaching down to tickle Jisung’s ribs, “Ab-so-lute-ly not! You watch too much Downton Abbey, Han Jisung!” 

“Oh, I like that one!” Jisung laughed, breathing hard again as he recovered from being tickled.

“Like, what? Your own name?” Minho asked.

“Yeah. Just use my name next time.” Jisung concluded, nuzzling into the crook of Minho’s neck.

“Anything you ask for, Jisung.” Minho whispered, kissing somewhere near Jisung’s temple, wherever he could reach from the weird angle. 

And it was true. Lee Minho would always happily do anything that was asked of him by Han Jisung. It was a law of physics that could be relied upon as readily as gravity.

[soxcietyy]

Nezumi

4 years after the Shinuys incident has been tough. Japan wasn’t what it used to be and seemed like an abandone battle field. Being caught by Sukuna he demanded you to look for a cursed object. When on the look out you bump into Yuta, who wasn’t who he used to be.

Tw: kidnapping, obsessive, non con

You’ve heard of him before, the second strongest sorcerer Yuta Okkotsu. The man who had the queen of curses by his side, reverse curse energy, a domain, a copy technique and more. So when you encounter him you almost got on your knees and begged him to let you go. Though your ego wouldn’t let you do such a thing. Maybe if you pretended you were on there side he would let you go. Or even better you should pretend you were a normal person. You were wearing pastel colors and loafers with leg warmers on so you didn’t look like a sorcerer.

Then again it was 4 years after the Shibiya incident and there was still a huge war/fight going on. The city was a mess and people were fighting for survival. Nobody was going to be trying to look cute like you are. It was also kinda hard to be a normal person because the queen of curses was currently hovering over you. Saliva dripping next to your feet as she breathes heavily.

Before you had encountered this man you were looking for a certain cursed object that Sukuna had requested. Not wanting to be killed you complied and went on the look out. He didn’t tell you what exactly it was so you were at a loss. As you searched you somehow didn’t notice that you were being watched. That was until he appeared in front of you when you were digging in rubble.

Now he was staring you down with a dark glare sending shivers down your spine. His hands were in his pockets as he started walking towards you. You quickly get into a fighting stance with a dagger in your hand. You couldn’t help but shake a bit. You wernt the strongest but you were confident on somehow escaping him.

"May I know why a girl like you is wondering around these parts?" He finally speaks.

You bit your tongue as he closing in the gap. With one quick snap clones appear next to you. Your technique was creating illusions. It was more of a mind/mental use instead of a hands on fighting one. With one blink you noticed that they turned into mist and that Yuta was now in front of you.

You stumbled back and bump into a pile of rubble. You couldn’t back up anymore and he had you cornered. There was no fighting back unless you wanted to die. Squeezing your eyes shut you can feel that monstrous thing still hovering over you. You could also feel how he grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could look at him.

"I can’t remember that last time iv seen a girl like you. A very cute and innocent one to say the least."

He moved your head to the side to check you out more. He looked quite satisfied from what he was seeing. Putting his other hand against the wall he admire you even closer.

"Now are you going to answer my question or are we going to do this the hard way?"

Now was definitely the time to start begging for your life. Maybe if you told him he’ll let you go. He would understand doing things just for survival right?

"I’m looking for a cursed object." You look at him in the eye. You tell him almost everything, about being caught, being used for your brains, where you come from and how you didn’t want any problems. He looked interested in everything you said and even got rid of the thing he called Rika. Maybe that was a good sign and he was about to set you free.

"You’re not much of a problem then, I guess I’ll keep you for myself."

Your jaw dropped when you heard him say that. Did he say keep? As in having or owning an object? You stare at him blankly not understanding the situation.

"Excuse me?!" You say trying to push his hand away from your chin.

"Look around, Japan isnt what it used to be. A big population of people are dead. You think it’s easy to find a fine prize? I basically won the lottery." He smiles as he caresses your hair.

"I can’t, Sakuna will kill me and I have told to play a role over there. I need to go back before finds me."

"That’s really cute, the fact that you thought you had a say. I’m not asking you to be with me. I’m telling you that you’re now mine." He grabs your wrist and starts dragging you.

You try to get away from him but his grip was tight. How in the world did he think he can just do this? This wasn’t right, this wasn’t fair at all. The jujitsu higher ups would deem you as a traitor and have you executed in no time.

You tell him exactly what you were thinking and he laughed.

"I’m the second strongest sorcerer, if I want to have you then their forced too agree. They can’t afford to loose me." He says before he stopped laughing. With one fast motion he lifted you up and put you over his shoulder. He put you over his shoulder as if you were the prey he just caught while hunting.

You start kicking your legs, telling him to let you go but he grabbed them firmly and ignored you yelling. He walked for what seemed like forever. No wonder Sakuna wasn’t able to find them. You were so drained from fighting back yelling that you lost your voice half way and ended up falling asleep.

When you woke up you found yourself laying on a bed. Laying on white sheets and such a soft mattress, when was the last time you slept on something so comfortable? That’s when everything came back to you and sat up immediately. You scan the room to see that it was your basic bedroom. Nothing abnormal other than his sitting in a chair by the window with a book.

"Morning nezumi," he said as he slowly put his book down.

Did he just call you a mouse?

"That’s not my name" you say glaring at him.

"Care to tell me?" He says as he has full attention on you now.

"…., My name is y/n, I really need to go." You say trying to get out of bed but was stopped by him who all of a sudden was standing in front of you.

He got in bed with you as he held your arm. Rubbing the skin of his cheek with your small delicate hand. His face felt cold yet soft at the same time, you could see the dirt on his face and blood from whatever he’s been fighting throughout the day.

"Stay with me, it’s been so long since iv had someone to care for me. I haven’t felt like this in so long." He took a whiff of your smell.

You couldn’t lie you felt bad for the guy. When you first saw him he looked so drained and tired. Like he didn’t care who or what was around him. Now he laid in bed with you touching you carefully. It was almost as if he was scared of breaking you.

"I’ll take care of you, keep a roof over your head, treat you right. I’ll protect you from anything and everyone as long as you stay with me."

As much as he was practicing begging you to stay you knew you couldn’t. You had to go back to Sukuna and give him what he wants. You just had to do that and he promised to pretend he never saw you for now. Clearly Yuta was not here entirely. Did all the overworking and effects of the war get to him?

"And if I say no?" You ask him curiously.

"I’m not asking you, I’m telling you what’s going to happen from now on. So please refrain from pissing me off. I have little to no patience at all." He said as he got on top of you. Hands on both sides of your head as he looked down at you.

"Now, let’s take these off." He said as he began pulling your bottoms off.

You let out a screams as you kicked him repeatedly.

"What are you doing?" You kick him in the face.

He gripped your foot and put it down. You could see that he was not happy with that kind of response. "Behave." He said in a low tone.

His fingers began slipping your bottoms down until he exposed your panties.

"Wait wait wait! What happened to treating me right?!" You scream.

He sighs as he stops and looks at you tiredly.

"Your not going to make this easy arnt you?"

Obviously he was looking for a submissive, quiet and calm girl. One he can boss around with no talking back. You refused to do that. If he wanted to keep you trapped then you wernt going to make it easy.

[cheolsfae]

Hello can u do energy check for all the enhypen members regarding their career and lovelife? Thanksssss

Sure!

*For fun!*

Note(s):

since this is a larger request both categories are getting 1 or 2 card pulls:) but oracle cards are being used!

☾ Jungwon:

June 8, 2024

→Career: King of cups, doe

Okay, so he is currently content with how things are going in his career. He's happy that things are playing out in the way that he had hoped. It's like he's in the energy of receiving. He's getting everything he put in back. He's seeing the fruits of his labor pay off.

→Love Life: 2 of swords, goose

However, in the romance department, he's not as fruitful. He's kind of stuck between wanting to date and not. Like yeah, he wants that someone to go through life with but at the same time he's kind of like nah, that's not important at all. But it kind of feels like this is a warning. Like be careful, someone might be waiting to take advantage of him. He needs to be careful of who he dates if he does decide to.

☾ Jay:

June 8, 2024

→Career: Temperance (reversed), 5 of pentacles (reversed), the spider

It's like he's being impatient with the way things are going. Kind of disappointed with how everything is progressing. But I get the vibe, he chose the harder route than taking the easy way out. He took the more difficult road instead of the easier path. He made it hard on himself for the same rewards. Does that make sense? There was an easier way to do something and he chose to make it hard.

→Love Life: 10 of pentacles (reversed), crab

So, I don't think he's focused on romance right now. Kind of feels like romance has screwed him over recently. He might of had a situation-ship and it may have ended horribly (as it always does) and he's just like no, that's not for me right now. He's being very horde-ish with his energy. He doesn't want to open up to anyone emotionally at this time.

☾ Jake:

June 8, 2024

→Career: The high priestess, friend

So, this one to me is really a bit vague to me. Something is coming in for him but it's like a surprise. He's going to want to tell someone about it but I don't think he's going to be able to. He's going to have to keep his mouth shut. It's something really exciting though.

→Love Life: Judgement, snail

As far love, slow and steady wins the race. He might be seeing someone at the moment and he wants to go in full force but he's being told to hold back and let things unfold naturally. If it's meant to be it will be. He doesn't need to force anything. Take it day by day, you don't need to know the outcome of everything right away.

☾ Sunghoon:

June 8, 2024

→Career: King of swords (reversed), rooster

Career wise, it feels like he's playing a game. He's trying to stay at least one step ahead of someone. Someone could be trying to sabotage him or vice versa. It just kind of feels manipulative. Someone could be trying to control him or the other way around. This person he's dealing with could be very domineering. They like to be in control. When they aren't they flip their shit and I think that's the kind of situation he's in right now.

→Love Life: Ace of pentacles, the devil (reversed), rabbit

For his love life, it looks like he's making an offer to someone but nothing serious. Just a hook up kind of thing. He doesn't want anything serious at the moment. He wants to still have fun and all that. He does not want to be tied down to anyone. He's busy having fun. This person could be a friend. They could be someone he's kind of close with. I don't think this person is going to take this offer though. They might be looking for something else.

☾ Heesung:

June 8, 2024

→Career: 10 of swords (reversed), wolf

He's ending a cycle in his work. Something he could have been repeatedly going back to just because that's what felt natural to him. But he's breaking it and trying to branch out into other things and just kind of following wherever the wind takes him. He's listening to his gut instincts and just going with it. Love that for him!

→Love Life: 9 of cups, turtle

He isn't really too focused on it either. He's working more on self love than anything else. He could have had self-esteem issues and that could be what he's working on fixing. He's doing it little by little. One day at a time like he should. Very happy for him!

☾ Sunwoo:

June 8, 2024

→Career: The magician (reversed), camel

Okay, so he's feeling like his manifestations aren't coming to show. He's disappointed in what he was working on. But it's also giving main character energy, like yeah no this isn't working for me but maybe if I keep pushing through, It'll all be fine. But I don't think that's the case here, I think he needs to walk away, it feels like a waring sign, like please don't keep pursuing it, it's going to bite you in the ass.

→Love Life: 6 of cups (reversed), hippo

Alrighty, he's not doing too good romantically. He's missing an ex partner. He's remembering mostly the good and none of the bad. He's choosing to look past all the issues he had with them and debating reaching out to them again. At the time, this person could have felt like they were a perfect match for him and that's what he's focusing on. He isn't remembering all of the shit they put him through.

☾ Riki:

June 8, 2024

→Career: King of pentacles, crab

So, he's feeling secure in where he stands financially. He's content with what he's made of himself. He could be being kind of cheap with how he's choosing to spend his money lately. Nothing wrong with being cheap but this feels more like it's due to being insecure, like emotionally. Like I don't want people thinking I spend it uselessly. that kind of vibe. He's kind of watching how everyone is reacting to what he buys.

→Love Life: 8 of swords, hen

He's in his head about a specific connection from the past. He's feeling stuck, he isn't but he feels like it. He might have been too submissive in the past to his ex-partner. Like he may not have stood up for himself. This person could have bossed him around and it was too much, he needs to heal these wounds before he can move onto something new.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 17

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 16 🟣 Part 18

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. Girl-gossip shenanigans.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I'm very sorry, @deandoesthingstome, but this chapter is exactly what you hate most 😂😂 That said... We need some girl-gossip up in this bitch. Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

“Hey, is that Professor Holmes?”

You followed Katie’s gaze to the side only to find that she was right: Sherlock was indeed in the cafeteria of your building, and he was walking towards the table where you and your friends were sitting. “It is,” you answered plainly.

“God, it’s a shame he’s no longer teaching here… I’d almost switch schools to take one of his classes, and that’s just because of that face.” Rose sighed.

Her remark made you chuckle. “You know he’s a vampire, right?” you noted amusedly. “He can hear you.”

Closer inspection of Sherlock’s face showed no sign that he had indeed heard what Rose had said, but there simply was no other option.

“Who cares, I bet the man knows he’s a whole damn meal,” Jenelle helpfully added.

“Mmm, fine dining,” Rose chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian, J?”

“I have eyes,” Jenelle deadpanned.

“You guys,” you hissed angrily. The whole conversation was making you incredibly uncomfortable. You lived with Sherlock, for crying out loud. You were… involved with him.

His soft chuckle sounded behind you as a strong arm reached around you to put something on the table — a book. “Mike said you needed this,” he said kindly, “and I had an appointment on campus, anyway.” The fact that he skipped out on your usual ‘darling’ left you a little deflated. Of course, you’d never taken the time to discuss if you would take your slightly unorthodox relationship public…

“Oh, really?” you answered, trying hard to keep your nervousness out of your voice. “What kind of appointment?”

“I’m assisting in another plagiarism case,” he answered. “The school was able to replace me as a professor, but my other talents are significantly harder to come by.” His hand landed on your shoulder for hardly more than a second, and then it was gone again. “I will see you tonight, right? August is making pasta.”

“Yeah,” you said softly.

When Sherlock turned around to walk away, it stung. You wanted to hug him, instead of hiding your relationship — although you hadn’t actually ever defined what that relationship was, exactly. One look around the table at your friends told you they already knew there was something going on.

“Seriously?” Katie snapped when Sherlock had disappeared from the cafeteria. “You are cheating on Mike?”

Shit. Of course, you had considered that explaining your situation would be tough, but you hadn’t counted on Katie going full Queen of Judgement.

“I’m not…”

“Save it, bitch,” she hissed. “How could you? Mike is so cute and…”

“Katie, shut up,” you snapped. “I’m not cheating. Mike knows, he’s… he’s okay with it. And it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how, girl?” Jenelle asked, sounding a lot more calm than Katie.

“Alright,” you sighed, “can this stay between us?” The three nodded. We’re you really doing this? Jenelle worked at the Bank, she’d have no problems with this, but Katie… She grew up about as sheltered as you had, and your best guess was that her family wasn’t exactly more forgiving on the vampire stuff.

“I’m a natural,” you blurted out before you could talk yourself out of coming clean to your friends.

“Luxury vampire food, you mean?” Rose said, her eyes wide. “Girl, you can make a killing off that!”

“How would you know?” Katie asked, disdain very clear in her voice.

“Oh, don’t be a hick about it. My sister is one. She’s making fucking bank at some club downtown. She could probably het you an inter— oh my God!”

“What?” Jenelle asked. You didn’t respond.

“You’ve been paying for lunch, not as worried about your student loans… You are making money!” It was impossible to interject, because Rose and Jenelle started to chatter excitedly while the look of disbelief on Katie’s face only grew stronger.

And then she snapped.

“You’re some filthy fucking blood whore?” Right, there it was. She didn’t even wait for an answer — not that anything you could have told her would have calmed her down, because you were, by any definition of the word, a blood whore. Somehow, it stung a lot more now that Katie said it than it had when August had mentioned it.

“Katie, seriously?” Jenelle scoffed. “You know I feed vamps for a living, too, right?”

As she said it, Katie turned pale. “I didn’t,” she muttered quietly, and she began to gather her stuff. “I have to go.”

When she rushed out of the cafeteria, Rose and Jenelle looked at each other, and then at you.

“I guess her family values don’t quite line up with city life,” Rose said.

“With normal life, you mean?” Jenelle sneered, clearly not upset by what had just happened.

“Hey,” you replied, “take it easy, she’s…”

“A bitch, girl.” Rose rolled her eyes. “I know she’s a lot like you, and I know you bonded over leaving your small-town family behind and everything, but even you have to admit that you did a way better job adjusting than she ever did. She honest to God didn’t even try.”

You knew she was right, but it still felt wrong to talk about someone you’d considered one of your closest friends like this. Especially when she was being accused of being what you were, too: A small-town girl.

Then again, they weren’t wrong in saying you’d come a long way since then. In fact, you were absolutely certain that your parents would die of shock when they found out about your arrangement with your roommates. Actually, you were pretty sure they’d already keel over if they only heard you were living with four guys, regardless of whether or not they were vampires.

They also weren’t wrong in saying that Katie hadn’t exactly made the steps you had. Quite the contrary, if you had to admit it.

You sighed.

“Girl, tell us more,” Jenelle said, putting her hand on your arm and squeezing you lightly. “I take it there’s an arrangement of sorts with these hottie-hot-hot roommates of yours?”

“Up to and including Professor McDreamy?” Rose sighed, the look in her eyes revealing she’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

You nodded. “Yep. I never thought it would be this intimate, though…”

“We’re ditching this lecture, aren’t we?” Rose asked, looking at Jenelle, who nodded.

“Girl we’re out of here. Come on.”

“Hold on, so you slept with Pornstache? I mean… Augustus, was it?”

“August,” you corrected Jenelle, “and… I mean it’s only happened once so far.”

“And the cop?” Rose butted in.

“Not yet…” Why were you having this conversation again?

“And the pretty professor?” Jenelle asked. You’d been wondering about that, actually. Because the truth, which you also told your friends, was, of course, that you and Sherlock hadn’t had sex, even though you spent the occasional night in his bed.

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to bring it up? He seems like that kind of guy,” Jenelle said when you had finished the story of your first kiss — leaving out the part about Mike running off for now — and the nights you had spent together.

“J, we don’t know him,” Rose laughed.

“No, she’s right. He’s that kind of guy. So sweet, so considerate… Very insistent I take my supplements.” The quizzical looks on your friends’ saves made you laugh. “He can tell when I need vitamins. As in… he can taste it. So he makes sure I take what I need… it’s…”

“God, I want someone to take care of me like that…” Rose sighed. Jenelle agreed with her.

You had to admit; it was nice to have someone look after you. And you had four someones, even.

“But like, Mike was okay with all that?” Jenelle asked, and you knew your hopes of leaving out the part about him running off were shattered.

The story left Jenelle and Rose speechless for a moment, and then Rose laughed. “Christ, he's adorable,” she snickered, “I feel so bad for him. No, really…”

“Oh, the impact that remark would make if you weren't cackling like a crazy witch,” Jenelle said.

“I'm sorry, it's just… On brand for him, somehow? Does that make sense?” It did. It really did.

“August would say that it's because Mike is just a baby,” you blurted out before you were able to really think it through.

“Yeah, wait, how old are these guys?” Of course Jenelle asked the question you'd been dreading.

“Eh… Mike was born in the sixties, if I recall correctly. August and Marshall are four hundred years old, give or take, and Sherlock just under nine hundred years.” Was it just you or was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hm…” Yeah. Hmm. That sounded about right — you hadn't really worked out how to deal with that information yet, either.

“How old were they when they were turned?” Rose asked, making you instantly worried about something you had somehow failed to consider at all.

“God… I don't even know,” you muttered.

“You never asked?” Jenelle couldn't wrap her head around that. “How could you not ask?”

“It didn't really matter…”

“It doesn't matter,” Rose said matter-of-factly, “but I still want to know.” Ah. Rose's curiosity was the bane of your existence from time to time — and the reason for some of the better conversations you'd had with her.

“Mike was in his early twenties, I believe. And I'm guessing Sherlock and August are in their late thirties, early forties. Marshall… Mid-thirties, I think? I honestly don't know!” And you cursed yourself for it.

“It doesn't really matter. Their legal documents have their original birthdates on them, anyway,” Jenelle pointed out. “I used to work the desk at the Bank before I decided to give feeding a shot.”

“I know Sherlock doesn't have one. His driver’s license says ‘ADB’,” you remembered. Rose gave you a questioning look.

“Approximate date of birth,” Jenelle explained, although that didn't seem to make it much clearer.

“Legislation changed so many times during his life, and he's had to hide and lie about his age and pretend to be human and whatnot… He genuinely doesn't remember when he was born, exactly,” you clarified.

“Years and days are often just an estimate, even if you only go back about a century,” Jenelle added.

“It sounds horrible to not know when you were born,” Rose said quietly, a worried look on her face.

“I know the guys don't mind much… They're mostly glad they can feed legally,” you muttered.

“They must be really happy they ran into you,” Jenelle said with a wink. “I hear these arrangements are kinda rare, like… people pay top dollar to be a part of one.”

There was a question somewhere in that statement, and it was easy enough to tell what it was, exactly; what's the deal?

“Yeah…” You hesitated. You'd barely come to terms with the agreement yourself. Sharing it was something else entirely.

“You know you can trust us, right?” Rose said. She was at least as curious as Jenelle.

“Yeah, it's just… It's a lot, okay? Basically I don't pay rent and utilities, and I get… let's call it an allowance. Please don't make me tell you how much that is. It's basically a very generous grocery budget, that's all I'm gonna say about that.”

Your cheeks were burning and you couldn't keep your hands from trembling as you waited for your friends' reactions to what you'd just told them.

They were silent for a beat, and then Rose squealed. “Girl, oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!”

She meant it — as did Jenelle, who furiously nodded in agreement of what Rose had just said.

“Truth be told,” you said. Now that you were fessing up anyway, there was something you had to get off your chest. “I'd do it for free.”

“No way,” Jenelle said, “I've had shifts where the drip — like, the painkiller chemicals — didn't take well, and I swear I wanted to die after the third or so client.”

“But you're not a natural,” Rose replied. “My sister told me it feels good.”

“Oh, it does,” you blurted out, “it really does. They could feed on me all day and I'd be so perfectly happy! Mike even…” No. That was… It wasn't that you'd never shared any intimate details about your sex life with Rose and J, but this…

“Mike even what?” The girls said in unison, and you wished you could disappear.

“God, alright, eh… He likes to drag it out.” You shrugged. As far as you were concerned, that was plenty of information for them. They disagreed.

“Bitch, I sw-"

“Alright, alright,” you shushed Rose, who seemed to calm down — but looks can be deceiving, especially in very tiny, copper-curled physics students. As far as you'd experienced, at least.

“Mike one hundred percent feeds during sex,” Jenelle said indifferently. You hated how spot-on she was.

“Yup,” you said. “And remember how fond he is of, eh…”

“Boobies,” Jenelle sighed — it was just about the only trait she and Mike had in common. “Wait…” She snapped her head in your direction, her eyes wide. “You mean he… Really?”

Why did this even surprise her?

“Oh, that adorable little freak,” Rose chuckled.

“Never tell him — or anyone else — that I told you this!” you said, mild panic clear in your voice. “Swear on your life!”

“Jeez, chill!” Jenelle snorted. “Like we'd ever do that? Ain't none of my business that he wants to suck on your tits.”

“What does that feel like?” Rose asked. How would you even begin to explain that?

Despite being unsure you'd be able to do it justice, you decided to give it a shot, anyway. You’d made it too far into this conversation to back down now. Besides, it was nice to finally be able to talk about this with your closest friends. Minus Katie — which was probably for the best.

“The feeding itself already feels like a warm bath… I mean, the bite is more sensitive, but other than that, it's pretty much the same. It's his reaction that makes it so good. A few nights ago he got so snuggly — he'd had a rough day and he was very hyper and all over the place, but as soon as he was curled up next to me, he calmed down.” You could tell from the look on her face that Jenelle had a hard time picturing Mike in any kind of way that could be described as calm. “Really! And he has this gift…”

“I can't believe we never asked you about that!” Rose interrupted. “Do they all have one?”

“They do. I'll get to that, okay?” you promised before continuing: “Anyway, Mike has this gift. He senses desires.” Rose's eyes went wide for just a moment, but you happened to catch it. “What?”

“Okay so, hypothetically, if at some point I thought about…” It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.

“Yeah. There’s a very good chance he caught that. Marshall is worse, though. He straight-up reads minds.”

Rose stared at you wide-eyed. “Well, it’s good to know I can never show my face at your place again.”

“Eh, you're fine,” you said. “A-ny-way, they warned me that after a while, there was a chance they'd kind of ‘share’ those gifts with me while they were feeding, meaning I get to feel what Mike desires, and… It went beyond wanting. He needed me. It was…” A single tear rolled down your cheek, taking you by surprise. “I love him so much.”

Jenelle wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close. “Girl, quit playin'. You love all of them, it's so obvious, seriously.”

“I really do,” you sighed. “This whole thing feels like home. It feels like forever.”

“But babe, you're not going to be around forever,” Rose said carefully. The thought had crossed your mind before, and every time it did, it made you feel queasy.

“You know,” you whispered, “I’m not so sure about that.”

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: Your Chosen Knight

dialogue #11: "My heart made its choice, and it chose you."

Silver x fem!reader

Read on AO3

You lift your gaze to admire the night sky. Stars decorate the darkness, each one glowing and glistening. The moon accompanies them with its own light, casting it down upon you. You take in a deep breath and shut your eyes to listen to the life around. Crickets chirp and owls join in with their occasional song. There's the light rustling of bushes thanks to the wind. But the most important sound came from the one behind you.

It's a silent voice, one that can only be heard when sitting right beside him. Silver's breathing is calm and quiet, peaceful. He looks absolutely beautiful as he sleeps. It's a curse that he hates, but it's one that you've come to adore. Not only can you admire his features, look at him so longingly, but the roles reverse. For once, you aren't the princess in need of protecting. You get to be the one to protect him.

You can't do much, but you can watch over him to make sure no harm comes his way. It's as simple as shooing other students away to simply standing guard. Not many would decide to mess with a Diasmonia student, let alone one that's connected to Malleus. It makes the job a little easier.

The even breathing comes to a halt as it's replaced with a low grumble. Auroral eyes flutter open and immediately focus on you. It doesn't take long for him to realize his situation.

"You're still here?" He mumbles as he regains his voice. You nod.

"Did you think I'd leave you here by yourself?"

"No, but," a pause as he tears his gaze away from you and up to the sky. "I'm sorry. I've been told not to keep a lady out late at night and I seem to have failed doing that."

It's hard to tell that he's upset with himself. He isn't beating himself up over this fact, but a part of him does feel like he's failed you. It was basic etiquette and his curse had sabotaged it entirely.

"It's fine," you reply. You're already getting to your feet, a hand smoothing down the slight wrinkles of your dress. You extend a hand towards him. He takes it without any question. "I know you don't have control of your sleeping spells. I don't mind them. It just means I get to spend a little more time with you."

"Thank you for always keeping me company."

Silver gives a slight bow of his head once he stands. It's amazing at how quickly he could bounce back after waking up, acting as if he had never fallen asleep in the first place. If you were in his shoes, you think you'd be groggy after every forced nap.

"You're welcome."

"I wish I could repay you. You do alot for me and father always says I should repay those I'm in debt to."

"It's not that big of a deal, Silver." You wave a hand. He's so sweet and serious, it warms your heart. He's a breath of fresh air to be around. Someone who treats you kindly, never taking you for granted, or trying to fool around with you. Not that the others were terrible, but you enjoyed the feeling of not having to be on your toes or being wary of any shine in his eyes that could lead to trouble.

"Are you certain? There has to be something I could do..." He ponders, arms crossed. His mind draws a blank- rather quite the opposite. There are too many things he thinks he can do. It's simply choosing what.

"Well..." You hum and press a finger to your lips. A little smile forming. Perhaps you'd been in this school a little too long that now you're beginning to indulge in some selfishness. "I can think of something."

"What is it?"

You extend a hand out towards him, again.

"A dance?"

Silver stares at your hand and then to you. He seemed to be stunned by your simple request, yet it doesn't stop him from slipping his hand in yours.

"Why a dance though?"

You blink, cheeks tinting pink.

"I-I just think it would be good for us! It can count as practice too! Training, I mean. Knowing each other's movements and all."

"I see..." Silver nods in agreement. You don't want to admit that you've been dreaming of dancing with him. There'd been a chance before but with hundreds of eyes locked onto you, it was simply too much. Here in the privacy of the darkened forest it would be easier for your heart to handle. No judgment cast upon you, no teasing to hear from your friends, just you and him.

With a breath, you let yourself relax and lead him away from your little resting spot. There's a clearing that allows for plenty of movement for two. This spot isn't meant for dancing, not in the slightest. This spot is meant for training. You frequent this location quite often, almost as much as Silver. Whether its to watch or help him with his sword.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Ready."

With a careful grip, his hand squeezes yours. He gives you a signal before moving his feet. Your movements are so seamless as if you've done this before. His movements are in sync with yours, noting the way you move and always careful to ensure you aren't led astray from your smooth dance floor.

You giggle as you freely dance with him. The sound is a sweet melody that shocks him wide awake. It makes his heart pound against his chest. For a moment, he thinks something is wrong with him. He's never been one to overexert himself so the sudden drumming in his chest catches him off guard. Although, this isn't the first time it's happened. You tend to have this effect on him.

Silver had spoken to Lilia about it before. His father was a little...cryptic at first with his choice of words, but before they parted he told his son what he believed to be true.

His gaze never leaves you. You're absolutely stunning in the moonlight. The way it graces your face, makes your smile shine even brighter than the stars, and how lovely you look. You always did look lovely, regardless of the lighting. And he finds that amazing.

"Is something wrong?" You ask with a worried look.

Silver blinks as he realizes that his movements have slowed. His thoughts had been elsewhere, focusing on you rather than the performance.

"No. I don't think so." He tries to resume the pace you once had. "I was just thinking about something."

The thought makes his heart race once more. The curious look you give him doesn't help, nevertheless, he continues.

"Father once told me that some decisions cannot be made with the mind, but the heart. I didn't quite understand what he meant at first. How does a heart choose anything? But after spending time with you...I think I understand. Your heart will make the most important decision of your life, he told me."

He pauses so your eyes meet.

"My heart made its choice. It chose you."

Lost in his voice, you hadn't realized when you both stopped in your dance. Your grip on his hand tightens as you take in a sharp breath. Heat spreads throughout your cheeks, even reaching your ears.

You never thought a confession would stem from his lips. One spoken so softly as if it were any other tale, but his eyes said it all. Silver wasn't one to joke and definitely not over a subject like this.

"Silver..." You let out the breath you'd been unknowingly holding. "Are you certain?"

"Yes, I am. I know that I'm supposed to protect Malleus, but I wish to protect you as well."

You take in another breath.

"I'm happy to hear that. Because my heart chose you too."

His eyes widened, stunned by the answer. The expression doesn't last as he shuts them, looking as if he were about to drift off to sleep. Hearing your answer nearly makes him feel like he's dreaming.

"I promise to do my best for you as long as I live."

[scoobydoodean]

SAM Seriously? Atlantic City? DEAN Hell yeah! Play some roulette. Always bet on black. (pause) Hey listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um ... I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon. SAM sighs. DEAN You know, situation was reversed, I guess I'd've done the same thing. (pause) I mean I'm not blind, I see what you're going through with this whole deal, me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay. SAM (looks up at that, exhales, says tonelessly) You think so. DEAN Yeah, you'll keep hunting, y'know, you live your life. You’re stronger than me. You are! (SAM clears his throat) you are... you'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I’m sorry for... putting you through all this, I am. SAM You know what, Dean? Go screw yourself. DEAN What? SAM I don't want an apology from you! And by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself. DEAN Oh, well, excuse me. SAM (voice raising) So would you please quit worrying about me? I mean that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean, I want you to worry about you! I want you to give a crap that you’re dying! (DEAN says nothing but smirks) So, that's it? Nothing else to say for you? DEAN I think maybe I'll play craps. SAM stares at him, outraged. Shakes his head. Sighs in exasperation. DEAN's smile fades. They drive on.

See, one will see this in 3.06 and will want to smack Dean upside of the head! Because he is refusing—absolutely refusing—to face the consequences of the deal he's made—the consequences for himself, and the consequences for someone he loves! His words about seeing what he's doing to Sam here are distant and empty when you see the expression on his face within the episode—the disturbing slight smile and the way he just pretends "This is fine". Dean understands that Sam is having an emotional response and he could write down why for a class exercise, but he is refusing to let himself feel it because then all of this would all become real and he would also have to feel scared for himself.

The thing is, smacking Dean upside of the head would not work, and does not work! Dean already hates himself—if Sam is angry at him, or Bobby is angry at him, or he gets called selfish or screwed in the head or told that he's hurting people... well—Dean doesn't like himself either because he failed Sam and John and he's not supposed to be here and he's a curse that gets people killed, so... so what? Big deal! They are telling Dean things Dean already believes. Yelling and accusing may actually exacerbate Dean's belief that he deserves this—that he should not be here.

You know what does work? In 3.07, when Dean plans to run off alone to save the girl Gordon's kidnapped because he thinks "I don't matter anyway and I'm dying anyway", and Sam gets through to Dean just as soon as he uses two things: 1) Compassion and 2) Care.

DEAN What do you want me to do, Sam, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with "shut up, Sam"? SAM Dude, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid. DEAN I'm not! SAM You're lying. And you may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you. DEAN You got no idea what you're talking about. SAM Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked. DEAN And how do you know that? SAM Because I know you! DEAN Really?

(That "really" is something—there's a whole other world of things that could be discussed there)

SAM Yeah, I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just... (pause) DEAN What? SAM I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. 'Cause... (can't find words; tears in his eyes) just 'cause. DEAN (after a pause) All right, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here.

This is the first time we see Dean actually swayed since the very end of 2.22—and it's because

Sam shows compassion for Dean's state of mind and the actions that have come out of it. He says that he understands that Dean's play at apathy is just that—a play at apathy. Dean isn't acting this way because he's just some jerk who doesn't care about how his actions effect others. Dean is someone who cares, who is acting like he doesn't care because he is scared. Dean is sniping at Sam intentionally to make him angry, so Sam will get mad at him, so they don't have to talk and Dean can be reminded that he makes people mad and he deserves this. Dean isn't some jerk who should be gone because he hurts the people that care about him. Dean is someone who is hurting and scared and Sam understands.

Sam makes it extremely real to Dean how much Sam CARES ABOUT HIM by saying he wants him there "just 'cause". Dean is inherently valuable! Dean matters! And there doesn't have to be a reason, or a need that Dean fills. "Older" or "Big" is omitted before "brother" here, because it isn't about Sam needing Dean to take care of him—just like he said it wasn't in 3.06! It's about Dean being there at all!

[miscmonstro]

The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 9

AO3 Link: here

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 8

Current Characters: Jason Todd, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

JPGPV = Jazzy-Pants Ghost Proof Vehicle

Warnings: Cursing. Discussion and description of the death picture and the portal incident. And technically someone steals an organ?

👻 {Chapter 9 Below!)

Jason was perturbed.

A lot had happened over the past week or so and it could be summed up as goddamned history coming to haunt him.

His history with the pits, his history with Bruce. History repeating itself in the form of three undead teenagers.

Jason let his head fall and he clutched the glowing camera a little tighter.

He had no doubt the picture he’d found was of something sinister . Honestly, he wasn’t sure how they’d survived something so horrific. Manes’ hand was literally melting . Not to mention the boys…

(Halfa. Half human, half ghost. He had a suspicion and he prayed he was wrong. His nightmares were going to feature screaming kids, dying kids, for a while; he could already tell.)

Why were they in a lab? It had to be intentional. Why else had Phantom been in lab coveralls? Why else would Manes have been documenting it? Were they sent into that tube to test it, whatever it was?

And the green.

He’d know that green anywhere.

History, over and over.

Dramatic irony unfolding. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he wondered if this was what Bruce had felt like, loath as he was to think it. Seeing those kids and knowing they could do better if he steered them right… knowing that they were going to get themselves killed (again?) without him.

He was despairing, he knew, about how unfair it all was. While their situations seemed too similar to be comfortable, their attitudes couldn’t have been more differed than his own. He didn’t see himself in them so much as he saw three versions of Dick. Optimist. Hopeful. Helpful. Unlike his dear older brother though, these kids were utterly alone.

Usually he wasn’t so doubtful. He’d always been a decisive person. Acting with impulse and anger wasn’t the best approach for everything, he knew, but not once had he been called hesitant. It was just that this would be a huge deviation from his norm, not to mention he would have to hide the ghost thing from the others on top of the kids. He’d have to change nearly everything; his schedule, his tactics, his habits, and the list went on. 

God damn it. He was lying to himself. He wasn’t still considering it. The minute he offered the gremlins advice in the attic some part of him knew that he’d already decided to take them under his wing until he cleaned up whatever the hell was going on.

He just didn’t want to accept it. How long had he raged at Bruce for taking on young sidekicks? How much of a hypocrite could he be? 

Then again, the situation was totally different, what with them having to fear for their safety in a way even he, a crime alley kid, never had to. Gotham was rough, but the dark city would be kinder to them than Amity. Even the government didn’t so much as breathe in Gotham without the damned Bat’s say so.

The problem, overwhelmingly, was that not only did he have no idea who they were as humans, but they seemed to take their haunting of Amity very seriously. Something told him that they would never compromise on defending their city.

He could admire that. 

Jason set the camera down on the empty couch next to him.

He could also despise it. 

He ignored the part of him that sneered at himself. What could he possibly teach them when he had so thoroughly failed to even keep himself alive? 

He wasn’t perfect- hell, nowhere close- but he’d be damned if he let the trio go off on their own unless he was completely, 100% positive they could handle themselves.

Glancing to the clock, he wondered when exactly said trio would appear. They’d hastily promised transport before they’d left but had denied to mention a time. He didn’t know if the waiting was making his apprehension worse.

He was about to go into a whole other dimension.

A canyon that ate people? A dark forest that claimed the lives of any who dared to approach? A series of shifting dunes that would swallow any hapless wanderers whole? All contained on crumbling, floating islands beneath a green sky?

A truce in that hellscape?

It was too surreal to picture. 

It was also surreal to think he had a ghost core, but considering the fucking circus that was his life, he shouldn’t have been surprised. He was still vainly hoping that there was some kind of a mistake. 

A line appeared in the air.

Jason stared at it.

It grew in size and light, eerie green light, began to spill from the forming cracks. Jason tensed as a bleached begloved hand reached out and then groped around the empty air for a moment before clasping onto the edge of the crack. It flexed and then a familiar head of pale wispy hair stuck through the growing hole that had materialized in the living room.

“Hi,” Phantom grinned toothily. 

Parts of the portal’s border crumbled and fell to the floor and the kid grimaced apologetically. “Sorry about that, I’m new to the whole portal thing.” 

“It’s fine,” Jason dismissed. He’d gotten worse than portal crumbs in the carpet.

“Well, come on. We have a few hours before we have to be anywhere but I figured you’d want to explore a little first.”

Jason hesitantly approached the giant crack hovering in the air and Phantom offered his hand. Jason wasn’t going to take it initially, but the kid seemed so serious. Hiding  his grin, he took the offered hand and Phantom nodded very solemnly.

It was kinda adorable. 

“Ok. We’re going through the zone to Amity, where you can hang out. Then later we’re going to go through either the fruitloop’s portal or the Fenton portal to the zone and meet the yetis. Hang on tight, I don’t think you’ll want to fly on your own here.”

Jason couldn’t fly, but he could grapple just fine. He wasn’t going to let the kid attempt to carry him. But Phantom didn’t try to. Instead, he held onto Jason’s hand and helped him up into the portal.

The first thing he saw, besides Phantom, was an endless expanse of an unnatural green. 

It was a world of Lazarus.

Ghouley had said as much, but seeing it was a whole other thing.

And as he looked around at the disembodied doors and isolated islands, Jason knew there was no way a grapple would do anything. Ghouley had made it sound like neighboring islands were a skip and a jump from one another.

Then again, maybe they were when flight was factored in.

“I can’t fly,” Jason admitted. He’d need Phantom’s help to get anywhere.

“Not yet,” Phantom said, eyes twinkling with mirth. He pulled Jason the rest of the way through the portal and it closed behind them. Instead of plummeting to the abyss below they hovered, suspended in the foreign air. 

“Anyone can fly in the zone, even humans. It takes some getting used to, but we have time.”

“Not worried about a ghost snatching me up?” Jason snarked.

Phantom hummed. “Not really. Manes and Ghouley are running interference.”

He tugged Jason, who realized the kid was still holding his hand. It didn’t feel like they were moving and Jason had no way to tell if they were.

“So firstly, the Ghost Zone, or the Infinite Realms, isn’t like space. In space there is microgravity because everything naturally produces a tiny amount of gravity. It’s because particles are like that and they have levels of attraction- eh hem. There’s also time in space and there is a connection between the gravitational field and the perception of time and- uh. Anyway, there is no microgravity here unless the object or person is from a living world, and there is no time.” 

“Seems simple enough,” Jason said sarcastically. “No gravity and no time. Got it.”

Phantom nodded. “Yes, you have to keep that in mind. And now the fun part, flight!”

It was not fun. Phantom, for all his enthusiasm, was dreadfully awful at giving instructions. 

“You gotta feel like you’re moving.”

“Maybe pretend everything is magnets?”

“Have you ever flown? It’s like a weightlessness. Picture that…”

“Think of a line graph.” 

“Tilt forward? I mean you don’t have to, it’s more about what you think moving is like.”

He’d pictured soaring through the air, he imagined free falling, he remembered the little moments of weightlessness he’d experienced throughout his life.

Phantom was stupidly earnest with his instructions and relaxed the longer Jason struggled. He even started smirking, the shithead, but at least he didn’t make any comments. 

After at least two hours of struggling, he still could not fly (much to his irritation). He couldn’t even vaguely float in the direction he wanted to go. Phantom assured him it was fine, that he’d learn in time. 

He would admit, he was pretty pissed he made absolutely no progress. There wasn’t time, the appointment was today . And if he couldn’t move, how the hell was he supposed to escape ghosts?

Phantom hovered, watching him with an unnervingly unblinking stare. “Let’s head to Amity. There’s plenty to do there,” he suggested.

Amity. Fuck, he forgot that’s where the kids were from. They probably had people they were ignoring while he tried and failed to get his ass in gear.

“Sure,” he agreed unhappily. He didn’t want to, not really, but he wasn’t going to make the kids miss out on Christmas. 

Phantom blinked slowly, “We don’t have to, you know. We can keep working on flying.”

“I think I’m done with flying for now.”

Phantom’s eyes lit up, literally, and he grabbed Jason’s arm. “Come on,” he said, pulling Jason, “we’ve got to stop by the Nasty Burger. It’s always open.”

“No holiday plans?” he asked carefully. 

Phantom shook his head with a sour expression. “Just avoiding my parents.”

“Damn.”

Interesting.

👻 {Boo!)

The ‘fruitloop’ portal was very different from Phantom’s portal. Where Phantom’s portal was more akin to going through a broken mirror the other portal was smooth and the rim was circular… it looked like a boom tube made out of Lazarus waters. 

“The fruitloop is very distracted,” Phantom said smugly. “So we’re free to go.”

They slipped through the portal and Jason was met with the visage of a lab. 

“Oh shiver me timbers,” Phantom spat not three steps in. “You need to hide- Shulker got away.”

He ushered Jason into a- very menacing- tube shaped pod and shut the side almost all the way before dashing back to the portal. And he wasn’t a moment too soon- a large figure walked through the wall and immediately locked eyes with Phantom.

“Whelp,” the robot with a fiery green mohawk said.

“Shulker,” Phantom returned. He seemed to glow brighter for a moment and then-

Something crashed over him, something cold and ridged and hefty. But… it felt good, even if he didn’t know what it was; it felt refreshing, not unlike a mint. 

It felt solid.

It felt strong.

It felt safe.

“Just passing through,” Shulker grumbled, glowing a bit brighter himself. 

Beneath the cold was another feeling, something cool and smooth and metallic with sharp edges. Belatedly, Jason realized that the two sets of impressions were from the two ghosts staring each other down.

Phantom squinted distrustfully at the other and then nodded. “It is truce day,” he said.

“Otherwise I’d have your pelt,” Shulker sneered in apparent agreement. He cast an equally suspicious look at Phantom before making his way to and through the fruitloop portal, the feel of sharp metal vanishing with him.

Phantom’s glow paled and the heavy cold vanished immediately. He flew back to the pod and opened the door. “I’m so sorry, I know it can be uncomfortable to be around heavy moods but I needed to make sure Shulker didn’t notice you and would leave,” he grimaced, biting his lip. 

“It’s fine,” Jason said, voice more strained than he would have liked. “The moods are…?”

“Oh. Like, uh, ghost auras. But we call them moods.”

That didn’t really explain anything but Phantom was more concerned with getting them out of the lab. He took Jason’s hand again. “Here, I’ll need to hang on to you just a bit longer, okay?” He didn’t wait for a response and the strangest feeling spread over him. Phantom summarily plunged them through the wall. It was disorienting, to say the least.

It made sense because ghosts, but come on .

They went through the wall, down into the floor, then through dirt before finally popping up on a grassy patch outside of the back of a mansion.

“Looks like our ride is here,” Phantom said cheerfully, motioning to a car (if it could be called that) which looked like it wasn’t legal to be on the road. A large acronym, JPGPV, was printed on the side, though it failed to hint at what exactly the vehicle was.

And were those tank treads ?

“Is that safe?” he asked dubiously. He’d been in a lot of vehicles and never had he felt so vaguely threatened by one before.

“Jazz is driving,” replied Phantom. That didn’t explain anything.

They approached the car (if one was being generous) and Jason ended up in the back seat next to Phantom. The driver’s seat was occupied by a young woman, presumably Jazz, who was probably at the tail end of her teens. The passenger’s side had a dark-skinned boy with glasses who was fiddling with a futuristic looking sci-fi gun.

Jason did a double take.

(He almost didn’t recognize the face he’d spent the morning studying without the pained contortions.)

“No trouble?” Jazz asked, looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.

“Nope,” Phantom said, popping the p. He buckled into his seat.

Jazz nodded. “Great. That’s good. Anyway, nice to meet you Jason. I hope the trip wasn’t too bad. The zone can be overwhelming the first few times.”

She started the ignition and began backing out of the mansion’s rear driveway.

From the pointed ears and fangs, he was going to guess she was a meta.

“Nice to meet you too,” he said awkwardly. “And the zone was fine.”

“He can’t fly,” Phantom butted in gleefully. 

The kid in front, who had to be Ghouley, snorted.

“Hey, it was his first time! And Danny, human,” Jazz said.

There was a flash as the rings manifested and the messy haired boy Jason had glimpsed the other day sat slouched in the seat next to his. 

(This kid might have died, a nauseous part of him whispered. If he was right then this kid had died. He’d died screaming .)

“Sorry, forgot,” Phantom, Danny said.

That was progress.

“Danny, huh?” Jason said.

“He didn’t even introduce himself?” Jazz grumbled. “He’s Danny, or Phantom as I believe he introduced himself as. I’m Jazz, his older sister. And this is Tucker.” 

“I’m Ghouley,” Tucker said, never looking up from the little output display on the gun. “Manes- er, Sam, can’t go human with the fear stuff or she’d be here too.”

Danny, Tucker, and Sam from Amity Park. Now he was getting places. 

They’d tried to lie about it at first, and now they were being so open about it. He wondered what had changed.

“What you got there?” he asked, motioning to Tucker.  

The kid grimaced. “An ecto gun. It’s specialized for tagging anything with a signature and doubles as a tracker. I’m trying to sabotage it but I need some more… stuff.”

Danny perked up. “I can take a crack at it.”

“Mom and Dad’ll be in and out of the lab all day,” Jazz reminded them. “You’ll have to distract them or steal the tools from Vlad’s.”

“Wait, no. I think you still have the emergency ghost tool repair kit from your birthday, right? There has to be a calibrator in there.”

“A calibrator would work but I was thinking of uploading an alternate signature directly to the gun, it would seem more like a mistake on their part…”

The three began chatting about the methods and logistics of sabotaging the gun and while Jason was no slouch, he couldn’t really follow along. 

“Why does this gun need to be sabotaged?” he asked during a lull in the conversation. “I’m birthday cake confused.”

The car burst into snickers. 

“You tried to curse, didn’t you?” Jazz asked, amusement dripping from every word.

Tucker twisted in his seat to see Jason. “Welcome to Amity, a nice place to live. You can’t curse, can’t say the ‘w’ word, and can’t live without ghost insurance.”

“The ‘w’ word is wish. Don’t say it, there’s a ghost genie named Desiree who grants the ‘w’ word monkey’s paw style,” Danny stage whispered.

“Wait, so I can’t strawberry curse? That’s rocky road!”

He was never letting anyone know about his time in Amity. The things coming out of his mouth were humiliating .

The snickering continued. 

He noted that they didn’t answer the question.

👻 {Boo!)

There was something wrong with Amity Park.

He grew up in Gotham, had died, was revived, got trained by assassins, and to this day spent his time running around with a mask to terrorize the city’s criminal underbelly like some kind of bad dream. Gotham had a lot on the daily, had seen a lot in her past, and so in theory he really shouldn’t have found something he wouldn’t have been able to handle. 

In theory.

They’d picked up some food from the Nasty Burger before sitting down on a little building overlooking a park. From this one vantage point there was more than enough to force him to reevaluate that theory. 

There were floating buildings. What the fuck was that about? Buildings didn’t float, not even the magic ones he’d seen. The sky was tinged green and the soil had purplish tints, not unlike the ghost realms or whatever the hell the Lazarus dimension was called, and there was an ambient lighting that didn’t seem to come from anywhere. And something was off. But… the grass was swaying gently, the sun was shining, and no matter how he looked about, something uncanny and just out of reach mocked him.

He set that aside and continued to observe. It seemed like Jazz wasn’t the only one with mutations- the people he saw at the park had mutations, all of them. Fangs and pointed ears and ash tinged skin, like they were teetering on the edge of oxygen deprivation. Glowing, sometimes flashing eyes. Pointy fingers. It was a city of vampires.

People would walk and flicker, as if they weren’t entirely there. The shadows moved on their own. There were a few cars without drivers. Ghost birds perched next to living ones on the power lines. 

Hence his conclusion: There was something wrong with Amity Park.

While at the end of the day he was categorized as a vigilante, he was also a detective.

“Amity is the most haunted place on earth,” Tucker shrugged when he asked what was going on with everything.

“How does haunting equate to all this?” Jason motioned to everything around him.

“In layman’s terms? Ghost juice.”

“Ghost juice,” he repeated flatly before casting his drink an overly suspicious glare.

It had the intended effect when Danny laughed lightly. “It’s everywhere. Food, water, air. Ectoplasm, I mean. It’s seeped into everything, not to mention that this world and the Ghost Zone kinda have joint custody of Amity? Everyone’s liminal at this point.”

Liminal. He’d read that word not too long ago when going over the Anti-Ecto Acts.

“Liminal? As in… ectocontaminated..?”

The whole damned city? That was sobering. 

Tucker sighed. “Pretty much. Ectocontaminated… no one calls it that except hunters. Speaking of, I don’t think I need to tell you that if you see the GIW, you need to run.”

“Sure, won’t make me look suspicious or anything.”

“Everyone runs now,” Danny commented morosely. “No one wants to risk being captured.”

Something tightened around his neck, something like a noose. “They just… take people?”

“We break them out,” Tucker supplied easily, like the government kidnapping people wasn’t a big deal. “They’ve never gotten too far. We won’t let them.”

We won’t let them. Firm. Unwavering. A statement that brooked no room for failure.

Fuck, he hoped the kids weren’t in over their heads.

The kids were very obviously in over their heads.

“I can feel the depression from here,” Manes said, phasing up through the roof. Jason couldn’t see her and made a show of looking around like a civilian.

“She’s staying invis. Can’t have Manes Phantom hanging out with Fenton and Foley,” Danny said, taking a bite of his burger.

He tucked away the names for later. “I thought you were Phantom?”

“And I thought you’d grab me something,” grumbled Sam.

Tucker, nose wrinkled, pulled out a burger, partially unwrapped it, and held it aloft as though it had personally slighted him. “One veggie burger,” he said with clear distaste.

Sam snatched it up.

“We’re sorta all Phantom?” shrugged Danny, answering his question. “We’ve got Danny Phantom, Manes Phantom, and Ghouley Phantom. It’s because no one knew our names at first and then we all kinda responded when people called for Phantom, so…”

“That’s not confusing at all,” Jason said dryly. 

“We know who people are talking to, unless they don’t know,” Sam said.

Good awareness then, he noted. He’d have to see how much, if any, of that translated to spatial awareness in a fight.

“Huh.”

Yeah, they definitely weren’t going to leave their city. And he couldn’t leave Crime Alley…

He’d propose the idea of sparring later. Nothing fancy, just some hand to hand to gauge how much they knew. Danny could make portals so it wasn’t unreasonable to hope that they could swing by Gotham or that he could pop into Amity for a few lessons. 

He didn’t want to mimic the old bat, but it had become commonplace for mentors to do their patrols and cases with their protégés. It was a tried and tested method. Briefly, he contemplated setting something up. He was a known ‘contact’ of Red Hoof after all, but if he let them shadow him on patrol… they could ‘feel’ his core from what Sam had said and he had no clue how to hide it. They’d know he was Red Hood in a heartbeat so… he’d have to tell them who he was. 

Red Hood was an anti-hero for a reason. He killed people. He didn’t think what he was doing was wrong, harsh maybe, but justified. Never had he shied away from violence.

Never had he given a psychopath the opportunity to hurt people, over and over again.

How could he tell three half-dead, possibly murdered, kids that he thought killing was okay?

(How many ghosts had he created?)

Yeah, no. He couldn’t tell them. He’d just have to do as regular old Jason. Besides, he wasn’t planning on sticking around for more than a few months anyway. Just however long it took to clear up the acts and whatever was wrong with his ghost side. There was no point in breaking the big identity rule. 

Jason shuffled the thought away and went back to his mental notebook. He’d made a lot of progress. Now he had names to investigate and since he was inside Amity, well, a little visit to the public library was in order. 

He side eyed the kids. The three were completely silent and the boy’s faces were eerily blank as they stared out over the park.

Hm. Alright.

He had a few things he wanted to do. 

1- break into the library. Comb through the newspapers and then hit the computers

2- find out more about the kids. Preferably, who set their deaths up and where it happened

2.5- make sure the kids were competent; if not, give pointers

3- figure out if the lab from the picture was related to the League of Assassins and Ra’s. There was no way that much Lazarus was a coincidence

4- destroy the lab of whoever had the tunnel (again, no one should be messing around with Lazarus waters. No one.)

The list would not be accomplished in one visit but Jason was confident that he’d be able to work through it. 

He stuffed the rest of his burger into his mouth, grimacing on the inside. That was his unhealthy treat for the week. Still, Danny had been so excited to swing by the Nasty Burger he couldn’t really say no. 

It wasn’t as good as Bat Burger, but it wasn’t as bad as the name might have implied.

Swallowing, he looked at the still frozen kids. They were still occupied with whatever so he took the opportunity to stare a little.

Stemming from the fingers on Danny’s right hand, just barely visible, thin grey lines radiated out like vines.

He had never seen anything like it. 

(He’d seen the same pattern glowing in negative, sharp against the halo of white engulfing the boy.)

Jason sighed heavily. He needed to focus.

Step one: get to the library. The lie spilled from him too easily: “Hey. Uh, I figure I’ll wander a bit, you know, see the sights. You kids should go spend time with your families or whatever you do today.”

There was a pause, so slight that it would’ve ordinarily been dismissed. Then, the boy’s faces quickly adopted expressions. 

Jason wondered what that was about. He added it to his ever-growing list of ‘weird fucking ghost shit’. 

“I don’t celebrate Christmas,” Sam said blithely.

“I wish my parents didn’t,” Danny said miserably.

“You’re always welcome at my place,” Tucker offered. “My cousins are kinda annoying but hey, no ghost traps.”

Danny grimaced and bit a fry in half.

“How about this? It’s already three. Jason can explore till nine. We’ll meet back here and then head to the zone,” Sam strongly suggested.

No one objected.

Six hours was good enough for him.

👻 {Boo!)

The library was laughably easy to break into. 

Maybe it wasn’t wise, but with all the flight cancellations, who would expect Jason Todd to be in Amity Park when he’d been spotted less than three hours earlier in Gotham? 

He skimmed the layout and made a beeline for the periodicals. Depending on how far back he needed to go he might end up having to break into the archive too.

A green sticky note was slapped on the topmost paper. He was going to ignore it, at first, but something about it grabbed at his attention.

‘ It is not necessary to show others you have changed; the change will be obvious, ’ it read.

Clearly it wasn’t anything important. Maybe the librarian was into scavenger hunts. He put the note aside and out of his mind, turned to the complication of papers, pulled out the first one, and began to read. 

👻 {Boo!)

Five hours later Jason still hadn’t gotten to the computers. 

The papers were chock full of information. Ever so slowly he made his way backwards, watching as the eldritch city transformed from something inexplicable and alien to a scarred city that held wounded history in every crevice. 

The widespread liminality? An ongoing ectoplasm exposure issue that initially stemmed from an outbreak at the local high school three years ago.

The ‘don’t step on people’s shadows’ rule? There were shadow ghosts, notably the Halloween spirit, that you didn’t want to piss off.

The little shrine of new books in the library labeled ‘Do Not Touch’? Tales to entertain a ghost that liked to trap people in fantasy stories and read to the children on occasion.

The dreamcatchers hanging literally everywhere? A peace offering to the ghost god of dreams, or a warding away of the entity, but they prevented him from trapping you in an unwaking slumber in any case.

The frankly bizarre two mailbox system? A set up to prevent the box ghost from tampering with and or stealing packages en-masse. 

The greenish sky and purplish soil? After effects of the city being pulled into the mother fucking Lazarus dimension for a whole god damned month.

How the hell had something of this magnitude flown under the radar? 

And the kids.

Holy hell he had never been so right yet so wrong before.

They weren’t just in over their heads, they’d been drowning in a tsunami and somehow managing to stay afloat at the same time. And as much as the papers said, there was a whole lot they didn’t say. The sheer number of documented altercations put his number of confrontations to shame and he had no doubt there were plenty of fights the papers didn’t know about. Fights aside, so many pieces were still missing. How had the Phantoms been created in the first place? Had it been intentional? Where had the ghosts been four years ago, five, six, seven? Why only the past few years?  

It was like every time he set a timeline for associating with them something cropped up and pushed the deadline back further and further. It was going to be a quick association at first, then a commitment, and then a long-term commitment that just kept getting longer. 

He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. 

It wasn’t so much about his help being good or not, rather that he was going to help at all. They needed any help they could get. 

How could he sit here and plan to walk away?

(He was exactly like Bruce, wasn’t he?)

👻 {Boo!)

His despondence dawdled and did not help with his apprehension regarding the yeti visit. Deciding to leave the library early, Jason put everything back where it belonged and removed all traces of his presence before heading back to the rooftop overlooking the park.

He had a lot to chew on.

Around quarter to nine Danny as Phantom flew up to him, glowing in the dimming world around them.

“Hey Jason! How did the exploring go?” he greeted cheerfully.

Jason quirked a brow. “Well enough. You seem to be in a better mood.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “So here’s the plan. We’re going to be going through the Fenton portal and then heading to the Great Star Bridge Sera- er, it’s basically a mansion. Super pretentious name, if you ask me.”

Jason couldn’t help but wonder why it had to be there. He didn’t really like the idea of going to a mansion but didn’t bother to say anything about it.

“Alright, let’s get going. Are Manes and Ghouley…?”

“They’re at the portal.”

Danny then took his arm, turning them invisible and flying up and towards some unknown place.

Flying like this was different. It should’ve been impossible, supporting his weight just with one arm. It was as though Danny had turned gravity off for just the two of them.

Their destination became apparent as they approached a building with a giant glowing sign labeled ‘Fenton Works’ alongside an arrow oh so helpfully pointing down to the building they were perched upon. He’d read about them in the papers.

He could only imagine the portal was nearby. 

Jazz had made it sound like she, and possibly the trio, frequented the other dimension. One of the newspapers had an interview with a ghost named Kitty, who claimed that the Phantoms took wayward ghosts back to the zone. It wasn’t unreasonable, given the amount of ghost fights he’d read about, that the Phantoms spent solid chunks of time in both dimensions. Jason didn’t like the idea of having to sneak by people who hunted him to get home every day on top of all the regular vigilante crap. It was exhausting for him and it could only have been the same for them.

The kids probably had been caught off guard before, trying to pass through.

How badly had they suffered?

“Nervous?” Danny asked, slowing to a stop.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it hadn’t happened. Maybe they were still…

“Are- did you die?” Jason asked in a rush. Immediately, he wanted to take the words and stuff them back in his mouth. 

Danny was quiet for a moment. “Why?”

Scrambling for an answer, he meekly offered a thought that had occurred to him yesterday on patrol.

“I mean- are they gonna ask me about my…?”

Would he have to explain his own demise?

He would if he had to, in the barest sense, but it wasn’t information he was going to volunteer.

“Ok. So, don’t do that. Ever,” Danny gently admonished. “Real quick lesson in ghost manners. You don’t ask about death. It’s a sensitive topic among ghosts. And to answer your question, yes, I did die. I can’t say what the yetis will ask but one of us will be right there at all times, okay?” 

Danny, even as Phantom, was dwarfed by Jason. He was sure that he could punt the kid pretty far, so small he was, and he still had baby fat clinging to his cheeks.

Would he ever get to grow up?

Or had that been ripped away from him?

Jason cleared his throat. “Right.”

Danny took them down to the street right in front of Fenton Works and then phased them through the floor and into a stairwell.

“Ready?” he asked.

Manes poked her head out of a doorframe at the bottom of the stairs.

“As I’ll ever be,” replied Jason. 

Danny floated them down the stairs and through the doorway. Tucker was inside with Sam and they split with Sam taking point and Tucker covering the rear.

The wall of the lab they directed to was shockingly familiar. If one took out the blast doors and the active portal, the setup was identical to that of the picture. 

Danny confirmed he had died.

Sam had referred to the boys as Fenton and Foley earlier. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know which was which; one of them was Fenton, and that was enough information.

With sick horror, it dawned on him that one of the boys’ families owned this lab. One of their families hunted ghosts. One of their families hated the Phantoms. One of their families had killed them. 

The Fentons had killed their own child and his two friends. 

They had died right here , in this very portal.

Why the hell were they here?

“Jason? Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said shortly.

What were the kids playing at?

The three seemed to silently agree on something. 

“Jason,” Tucker said, putting a hand on his shoulder, “we’ll be with you, alright? If something’s up we can handle it. We can help.”

“How can you be here?” he asked a little desperately. “This is-”

He couldn’t even think about the warehouse.

Danny hugged him slowly, and then Sam, and then Tucker joined them. 

It didn’t matter that they were pressed up so close he could feel their bones digging into his body because there wasn’t a single pulse among them.

The kids had died.

“You saw that picture, didn’t you?” Tucker said lowly. Jason didn’t deny it. 

“It’s mildly uncomfortable but we had to deal with it pretty early on,” Sam explained. “We’re largely used to it by now.”

Anger that had been silently simmering began to boil.

“You had to deal with it?” he repeated shrilly.

Of course, he thought bitterly. If the Fentons had killed the kids, likely with the intention of collecting their ghosts for some fucked up study, then the trio would’ve been forced into the lab at one, or several, points. But why come back at all?

The portal they died in. It was one of the only stable portals. They’d have to deal with it if they wanted to use the portal to herd the ghosts out of Amity.

Unwilling to dislodge the kids and possibly hurt them, he couldn’t move. Not with all three pairs of arms wrapped around him. But goddamn it, he was tempted to break something.

“… it’s not that bad. We’re fine. We’re not going to make you confront your death, alright?” Danny said.

“ My death? What about yours? This is cookies and cream awful. Who the hell made you deal with it? Chocolate Raspberry. Who ?”

“We did because it was the right thing to do. It’s a story for another time, okay?” Sam said a little desperately.

Danny lifted one arm and wrapped it around Sam.

Tucker pressed his head against Jason’s shoulder. “Jason. I know this kinda sucks but there’s nothing you can do. It’s in the past now.”

They had given up on themselves. 

It was all too common with heroes, wasn’t it? To save everyone else? But what about them?

Oh, how he wanted to rage. 

But he couldn’t. 

Keep it together for the kids, he scolded himself. He made progress. He had the lab. He discovered that the Lazarus water thing was actually the Fenton portal. He found out more about the kids.

He made progress. 

Inhaling quietly, he focused on the oscillating edges of the portal, moving in and out in a mockery of breathing.

His breath hitched.

The kids weren’t breathing . Their chests were still, their diaphragms didn’t move and never would again, up and down, in and out. Their lungs-

- were vibrating?

The pure confusion overrode everything for a moment. The kids were vibrating. And there was a sound quite similar to purring, though it felt as though it reached all the way down into his soul. 

“… are you kids purring at me?”

“No,” Danny said, continuing to purr. 

“Is it working?” grinned Sam.

“We’re ghosts, not cats,” Tucker scoffed. 

“We could be engines.”

Danny groaned and thunked his head against Jason’s arm. “One time.”

“One time’s all it takes,” snickered Tucker. 

“Danny overshadowed a car once,” Sam explained. “But he wasn’t really, he was in the engine and didn’t realize it. He was stuck as a car for almost a full day.”

“It was an anti-ghost vehicle too, mind you,” Tucker added.

“Stooop,” Danny complained. 

“It was his sister’s car.”

“Guys, I’m already half dead, please don’t kill me the rest of the way.”

“Jazz-”

Danny reached past Jason’s head to presumably clamp a hand over Tucker’s mouth. “Okay! That’s enough for today! We’re going to be late!”

👻 {Boo!)

Jason avoided the manor.

That wasn’t atypical, not really, but missing his phone call to Alfred was. Especially on a holiday; especially on Christmas.

He wasn’t at his official residence, nor his unofficial one, and so the only thing to do was to go through his safe houses. Easy enough. If there was one good thing about the whole mess with Dr. Crane, it was that they had more time now that their civilian identities were “hospitalized”.

One of the safe houses, located in an old apartment, showed signs of Jason being there recently. Why hadn’t he gone back to his actual apartment?

There were no real clues- nothing to hint at his home being compromised, nothing to indicate why he’d come to this particular apartment. The perishable food indicated Jason was residing here now, and had been for a few days as his suit from the gala was here, as was an assortment of gear Jason never left behind. Among them were his prized handguns. 

So why were they here when Jason wasn’t? 

There was only one other thing out of place. One clue that might lead to an answer instead of more questions.

Laying on the couch was an odd camera. It didn’t look like the kind of camera someone could buy at a store, no matter how high end. Some of the parts were standard, others looked custom, and none of them looked over a day old. Someone took good care of this camera, and if there was something he knew, it was cameras. 

Jason had never been interested in photography and there was no way he knew how to care for a camera. So, to whom did it belong? 

Well, if he left it here he’d never get answers. Jason might be bitchy for a while but the answers would be worth it. Besides, he’d get it back. Eventually.

Red Robin picked the strange camera up, tucked it into one of the dozen pockets on his person, and left the apartment. 

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

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i love love love the use of ma/mama in ur johnnie fic! could u write one where you use his chain to pull him in or if he needs to move somewhere and he’s obsessed with it? smth like that idk i love ur writing hope ur doing well !!

Zombified.

pairing:

Zombie Apocalypse!Johnnie Guilbert x Zombie Apocalypse!Reader.

a/n:

falling in reverse reference. only real ones know where else I've used this title 🙏

I don't know if this was good 💔 I miss you guys, gonna try and write more but I'm doing so much in school as well as working on my mental health BUT I love you guys and you'll be seeing me more often hopefully.

not proofread

warnings:

Mention of death, a little angst, steamy make out session but no smut.

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Your feet ached as you ran from the large hoard of zombies trailing behind both you and Johnnie. You knew it was a shitty idea to go out for a late night supply run, but Johnnie insisted it'd be fine. Needless to say, you were more pissed at him than the actual situation. Glass crunched under your feet as you ducked into the nearest building, Johnnie following suite. You slammed the door shut and propped up the heaviest thing you could find against it. Johnnie assisted by placing a few more things in front of the door and checking the windows.

You heaved as you placed your hands on your thighs, dropping your head. Your thoughts were scrambled, your mind filled with nothing but fear and anger. You looked up at Johnnie, your stupid boyfriend, who was leaning against the wall in an attempt to catch his breath. You walked towards him, standing in front of him with crossed arms and furrowed brows.

Your mind wandered momentarily, wondering how he still managed to keep the emo look even during times like these. He wore his basic black skinny jeans (with his white, now dirty, scarf wrapping around his calf) and a ripped up shirt that was covered by his jean jacket. It made you swoon a bit, but you kept your composure.

"I told you this was a terrible idea." You scolded, your voice laced with anger. "We're probably going to be stuck in this shitty building all night!"

He looked down at his feet, clearly regretting his decisions. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I just -"

You cut him off, wrapping your fingers in his dangling chain and pulling him closer to your face. "You need to think before you take me with you on shit like this. You know it's worse at night, and I don't know why I agreed."

He pressed his lips against yours softly, causing you to tighten your grip on the chain. "I'm sorry, okay?" He muttered against your lips.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, "You're such an idiot."

His hands slid to your waist, gripping it tightly. Your sore body melted into his as your lips moved together perfectly. He flipped the position around, pressing you into the wall.

You used your grip on the chain to pull him even closer. "I fucking love when you do that."

You let out a breathy laugh, "Yeah? I fucking love when you make good decisions."

He looked at you with low eyes. "Well, I think my decision turned out pretty well."

You shook your head before meeting his lips again. He moved his warm hands up your shirt, the tips of his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

You blocked out the banging on the door and the moans and groans outside, knowing you were safe inside. You felt even more safe knowing Johnnie was there with you. Although, your surroundings did make your heart beat a little faster.

His smirk on your skin made you roll your eyes. "Just cause you're an amazing kisser doesn't mean I'm not mad at you."

Johnnie shrugged. "That's fine. I still love you." a goofy smile formed on his face. He pecked the corner of your lip as he awaited your response.

"I love you." You tugged his chain once more. His hands slid down to your hips as his tongue swiped your lower lip.

You let out a soft sigh into his mouth. His touch made your mind fuzzy and you nearly forgot what kind of situation you actually were in.

As he kissed you, his hands explored your soft skin. The zombies eventually got bored, the banging and moaning growing quieter by the minute.

Johnnies lips glided with yours. Nothing but passion was behind his movements. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths in sync.

His hand caressed your cheek as he moved the sweaty hair that clung to your face away. "Did you know you're still so gorgeous even with all this dirt and shit?"

"Oh, shut up." You smiled before rolling your eyes once more. "Let's head back.

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I have a few things to say about Good Omens. I'm not sure if this is going to be coherent but I kinda just need to get these thoughts out of my brain before I explode.

I had actually forgotten what happened at the end of season 1 (I only watched it once and my memory is garbage) so I didn't really get the full effect of Crowley talking to Gabriel about what he said to Crowley as Aziraphale, until I saw these two posts and now I'm going batshit. I'm not quite sure where to start with this, hopefully it will make sense. Also I'm sure other people have talked about this but oh well

So! Gabriel, on instinct, turned up at Aziraphale's bookshop after losing his memory because he just thought he'd be safe there. And the thing is, he was. He shouldn't have been, but to Aziraphale, Gabriel is just his boss, and someone he's known for longer than we could imagine.

Then Crowley walks in and when he sees Gabriel is filled with blind rage. Why is he here? What more could he possibly do to hurt Aziraphale? But Gabriel’s a blank slate, he has no idea of what happened between him and Aziraphale. He doesn’t have to carry that with him. Would it even matter if he did? Gabriel doesn't care about Aziraphale's feelings. And yet, here he is in Aziraphale's special place - their special place, with his own room (which he didnt offer to Crowley who has been living out of his car for ages), his own mug with his name on it for his hot chocolate, wearing Aziraphale's clothes.

And Crowley can’t do anything, he of course still can’t tell Aziraphale what Gabriel said to him, so he just has to stand by and watch as Aziraphale risks everything to help this being he believes doesn’t deserve to be helped. Could you imagine if the situation was reversed? If an amnesiac and vulnerable Aziraphale showed up to Gabriel asking for help. I don’t doubt that he would’ve immediately given up Aziraphale when he realised how big the risk was in helping him. But Aziraphale helps him anyway because it’s the right thing to do.

Then he asks Crowley to help. And why the Hell should he? Gabriel’s done nothing to deserve it, but he does anyway, because he doesn’t want to upset Aziraphale. So Crowley answers Gabriel’s questions to the best of his ability, gets him his hot chocolate, helps with the miracle to hide him, keeps him company. Even though it must be killing him inside. His anger is directed at one specific person and now here’s there, he can’t say all the things he probably wants to say because it wouldn’t mean anything to Gabriel. Sure, Crowley tells him what happened and then later starts to threaten him, but it amounts to nothing. He’s only met with a confused, blank stare. He can't get the closure that he wants.

Then Crowley goes to Heaven to find out what really happened to Gabriel, and wouldn't you know it...

Gabriel

Defied

Heaven

You know... like Crowley and Aziraphale did at the end of season 1 and were attemptedly murdered for. And what was Gabriel's punishment for defying the will of Heaven to start a second apocalypse? Death? Being forced to live and die as a human? (I'm not sure if that's a thing in this universe, but it's a thought) No. He gets demoted. And because the angels are so incompetent, Crowley watches Gabriel just walk out. He just leaves Heaven.

And then, Gabriel gets his memory back, and Crowley is forced to watch as Gabriel

Fucking. Gabriel. Who looked Crowley's only friend dead in the eye and told him to shut his stupid mouth and die

and smiled

takes the hand of the being he loves, singing their love song and leaves. No repercussions for what Gabriel did or said, he and Beelzebub are free to go wherever they please and be happy.

So after all this, Crowley is spurred into going after his own happy ending. Because that's what he and Aziraphale deserve, right? He bares his soul in front of Aziraphale, pleading with him to leave and be together in whatever way that means. Just the two of them.

Because it has always, only ever been the two of them. Literally from the beginning. Everything they've done together has been to defy the will of Heaven and Hell to do the right thing. Watching Crowley struggle to get the words out to explain how he feels and stop himself from crying is fucking soul destroying. He needs Aziraphale to understand what's been going on between them this entire time. What's in front of them, what he's giving up. So he kisses him, in one last ditch effort, pouring everything he is feeling into it. As people have pointed out, the kiss wasn't out of love; it was out of desperation, fear, anger. It was a plea, it was a prayer. It was everything Crowley could never say. And Aziraphale's response?

I forgive you.

FOR WHAT AZIRAPHALE?! FOR WHAT?! And the way Aziraphale looks angry immediately after the kiss. I can't fucking do this guys. What the fuck.

But if that wasn't enough, Crowley still waits for Aziraphale by his car. Because maybe, just maybe, in those last few minutes Aziraphale realised he was wrong. But no. After everything, God having Earth created only to plan to destroy it a mere few thousand years later, all the humans being murdered, tortured, betrayed, for what purpose? Aziraphale chose Heaven over Crowley. The ones who cast out Crowley for asking "damn fool questions" but allowed that courtesy to Job. Who God fucked over for a bet. And there was nothing Crowley could do to stop him. He has to let his best friend, the only being he has ever cared about, loved, his home, be ripped away from him. Fuck.

I don't know if this makes any sense. I don't know if this is just a rambling string of nonsense. But can you see what I'm getting at here? It's like 2am at the time of writing this but I'm hoping my point has somehow come across. I think this had a point. I could be reading way too into all this and being stupid but to me the confession scene goes way deeper than I originally thought. Sorry this is a really long post, and sorry if it feels like I’m just saying what happened in the show but I wanted to recontexualise it from Crowley’s POV.

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Feels Like Home

13: discussion

I am trying to give myself the courage to walk through that rusty door. So much is riding on in the next conversation. Will things even work between us after the night we had? I take a deep sigh and turn around to face the door when I noticed Jake standing there. 

His jacket is rumpled and stained, and his eye and nose are swollen. His hair is rumpled, clumped in parts.  I know he would not approve of this.  Jake was a wanted hacker, but his appearance has always been impeccable.  My feet felt as though they are made of stone, and my lips feel sealed shut.  I can not speak.  In part, because I don't have a clue what to say, but mostly because this should have never happened.  It certainly shouldn't have happened to someone as wonderful as he is.  My heart sinks when I see his face and the damage that Dan has done to him. His eyes are staring into mine with the same love they had before, but he looks away quickly.  I am not sure if he is upset with me or if he is embarrassed by his appearance.  He looks to me, like the man that I love, the one that I hope still loves me.  There is nothing more beautiful than that.

"Some night," He says softly under his breath, there is a slight awkwardness in his words, something I hadn't experienced since we met. His eyes are looking at his feet, his hands are awkwardly behind his back as if he doesn't know what to do with them.  Also, something that I haven't seen from him.

"Certainly unexpected," I respond. 

I observe him closely, wanting desperately to touch his face, to make sure that he is ok. I leave my hands by my side clasping my hands into fists. I guess I am just as nervous as he is.  I attempt to loosen my grasp, "Jake, I am so sorry for all of this. Are you ok?"

"I am ok,"  He nods as he speaks, Then he looks up slowly and speaks words in sincerity, "This is not your fault. I don't really blame Daniel. I shouldn't have brought her here. Betty didn't really give me the choice about coming here. I should have be more firm," he pauses.  "Honestly, I would have assumed the same thing about him if the situation was reversed."

"I have a feeling that Betty usually gets her way." I retort, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, but she also makes you feel like it is what you want to do." A smile slowly crosses his lips. 

I am glad to see his gorgeous smile, "I can see that. She is pretty amazing. I feel like I have known her for a long time." 

"I told her a lot about you." He admits, looking into my eyes and letting them linger for just a moment. "I am glad that you like her." He pauses and then something crosses his face, "You know Betty and I are just friends, right? I didn't do the things that Daniel accused me of." 

"I know, she told me. I was glad to hear it." I respond with a nod letting him know that I trust him.  Though I wasn't sure he understands just how happy I am to hear those words from his mouth.

"Can we sit and talk or do you need to get home?"I ask. 

"Talk." He walks close to me and I can smell his molasses, syrupy, woodsy scent that I had gotten so used to. I have missed that so much. I have missed everything about him if truth be told. It hasn't been long, but to me, it feels like decades. He pulls out a chair for me, As I sit, his hand runs across my back causing a shiver across my body. I'm almost sure his hand lingered for a bit. 

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Jake's POV:

I just touched her and I instantly felt the warmth of her surge through me. I can't believe that being in the same space as she is brings me back to life. I have to remember to keep this to myself. I can not share everything that I am feeling all at once.  It is too much.  Betty is right. I have to back off. I can not lose her again. 

"I got your message about five minutes ago. My phone was...displaced for a while. I'm glad that you wanted to talk. I wasn't sure if we would get the chance again." I want her to understand how devastating this would have been for me, but again, I need to calm down.  I need to keep the intensity of my feelings to myself.  I sit down in a chair across the table from her. It is too far away and yet it is where I have to be right now. 

"I am glad that we are talking, too. I wasn't sure if you would want to after what I did." She looks down, unable to look at me. Her hands folded in her lap in a nervous gesture.  I want to do anything to relieve her insecurities.

"I am sorry if you doubted my feelings for you or my desire to reunite," I say, sincerely. 

I can't believe that she would question my need for a resolution with her. I would do most anything to keep her in my life. 

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Mahri's POV:

He is uncomfortable. I can tell by the formality of his speech. It is the language he uses when he feels that he needs to protect himself. I am sorry that I have ever made him feel that way. I hope I can make it up to him.  I will try to do whatever it takes.

"I never doubted your feelings for me. I never once doubted my feelings for you," I start as I force myself to look up at him with a hopeful face. He reaches across the table for my hand. He grabs it instantly and holds tight.  I can tell of his unwillingness to let me go. He sighs deeply as if he'd been holding his breath. 

He looks up, his eyes full of question, "Then why did you decide to be done with us?" His voice has an edge to it that I don't recognize. It is a fair question that deserves an honest answer. 

"I just got scared. All of this talk of a beautiful future and a wonderful life, I wanted it. I imagined a wonderful future with you." I pause. 

He looks confused and sad, then speaks, "I pushed you too hard, shared too many of my thoughts."  He is asking me more than telling me.

"Not exactly. I haven't told you all of my past yet. It may explain a few things, but I always screw things up. I couldn't imagine having a great life with you and then losing it. I was afraid of hurting you and losing myself when we stop loving each other." I hope my words make sense. I have been in a jumble of emotions for the last few days, I don't think that I eat explaining things clearly.

"Why do you assume that would happen? Why do you think we are doomed to fail?" He asks incredulously. 

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Jake's POV:

I watch her. Her hand hasn't released mine, though I don't think I would have let it go even if she tried to remove it. I am so close to her again. I can smell her orange blossom shampoo and see those beautiful green eyes that I have gotten so fond of getting lost in. 

"Because, Jake, it always happens." Her voice is firm. "Every time my life is happy, every time I think that this is the most amazing thing to happen, it falls apart. I have a hard time recovering when it does. I feel more for you than I have for anyone, and I barely recovered from my last breakup." I want to hug her as a tear forms on her cheek, but I am not sure where we stand. I settle for putting my other hand on top of hers.  

Lame, this is lame.

I try to reassure her with my words, "Mahri, we have both had a significant amount of tragedy in our lives, though I don't know the extent of yours yet, I know that trusting in a life with someone is hard. Especially when we have known each other for such a short time.  Lo...It is normal to be scared. It is normal to want to go slow and not rush things. I am sorry that in the past you've had no one willing to fight for you. I will fight for all of your happiness. I wish you would have talked to me about this before you gave up because I am not going anywhere."

Betty, damn her for knowing the truth before I realized it. I pushed her too hard. It wasn't our love that she doubted. It was the thought of that love coming to an end. 

"What if we didn't focus on the ending of the relationship and just spent time being together and enjoying the moments that we have?" I continue. 

"That's exactly what Jessy said." Mahri smiles and the whole world lights up even though it is midnight. 

"I always knew that Jessica was a wise woman." I smile back at her trying to convey all of the love and hope I have, trying to light up her world up as she does to mine."

"So you forgive me for being such a chicken and for trying to end things?" Her eyes are wide and her gaze is intent. 

"If you need forgiveness, it is granted, but I don't think you need to be forgiven for anything. If anything, you need to forgive me for pushing too hard and too fast. I'm not very patient when I decide that I want something." I scoot my chair closer to her and put her hand on my lap. I begin to run my thumb on the back of her hand. She doesn't flinch or pull back so I continue. "Will you forgive me?" 

"If you need forgiveness, it is granted, but I don't think you need to be forgiven for anything." She repeats my words to me. Cheeky. She is so beautiful. As a gust of wind blows through her hair the air is filled with her scent. I have a hard time controlling myself. I realize that she may not want me this close, "Is this ok? Should I let go of your hand?" I ask her quickly. I am nervous that I will do something stupid like Betty warned me about.

"Of course it is ok. I'm not going to flinch if you touch me. I love your touch and your warmth, your kisses and your love for me." She looks up and meets my eyes. This time, she doesn't look away. I can see her deep love in them. I feel my heartbeat for the first time in what feels like forever and my body heats up. 

"Ok," I lean in a little closer, but not too close. I don't want to scare her off. I lower my voice to just above a whisper, "Let's be logical. You are the boss. I am at your mercy in the truest of terms. For the time being, you set the pace for the time we spend together. The truth is, I would spend every second of every day with you. I would hold you and never let go. I understand that we need to slow down. I don't think I am capable of that. You get to be the boss."

"I don't want that." She responds firmly. 

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Mahri's POV:

He looks down as if ashamed. 

"I want to spend all of my time with you as well, but WE need to slow down and figure this out together. No one needs to be the boss. That won't work for either of us." I turn to face him and pull his chin up. I want to make sure I am being clear and that he is focused. I need him to hear me and my intentions. 

I continue, "Let's have fun. Let's have romance, like dancing in the rain, and let's do silly things like bowling or going to a fair. Let's get to know each other more. Let's keep talking if one of us gets uncomfortable. Let's just love each other without worrying about where it is all going." 

"Ok, if you make me a promise," he says. I would promise him anything right now. 

"Sure." I nod. 

"Promise me that you won't shut down if you feel this way again. Talk to me. Don't push me away." He looks so sad as he speaks. "I don't know what I would do. These past few days have been some of the hardest of my life."

"I don't ever want to do that again. The last two days were also torture for me." I touch his cheek with my free hand. He brushes some loose hair out of my face. and he watches me for a moment.

"Let's not do that again." He says firmly. It was almost an order. 

"Agreed." A slow smile crosses my face.  I think we are going to be ok.  I believe that this time, it just might work.

We sit outside for a while, just enjoying each other's company. We don't talk, he just holds that one hand, afraid to lose the connection that we had been missing. I was watching the clouds that seemed so ominous earlier. Now they danced with the moon. Sitting next to him, my hand in his, our shoulders touching, I feel at peace. 

He finally breaks the silence, "I should go in and check on Betty." 

"I think it is Phil you should be checking on. Betty has her eyes on him." I chuckle. 

Jake chuckles as well. I love to hear him laugh. It is one of my favorite sounds. 

"You're probably right. Betty is a formidable woman," he says, agreeing with me. 

We stand up to enter the bar. Jake releases my hand and I feel the warmth leave my body. Then, he moves in close. 

"Can I hug you?" He asks nervously. 

"Of course, but Jake, you don't have to ask." Looking deeply into his eyes. 

"I do. I don't want to lose your trust and I want you to stick around." He is speaking honestly and sharing his fears with me. I am glad that we didn't lose this. 

Before he can lean in for a hug, I lunge at him wrapping my arms around him in a big hug. He wholeheartedly returns the gesture, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding tight.  It comforts my soul like a warm blanket. His arms stay around my waist and mine wrap around his. We stay there for quite some time, listening to each other breathe, our hearts melt into each other again, trying to find their rhythm and repose.

I reach up to touch his cheek and he winces. I had almost forgotten about the incident from earlier. I gently touch his cheek and make sure he is ok. I gingerly kiss his wound. 

"I am so sorry, I am going to kill Dan...if I ever speak to him again," I repeat the sentiment. I never want him hurt.  I hope I never cause him hurt.

"The truth is, I respect Dan for his care for you. It makes me respect him more," Jake replies. 

"Really? I don't respect him more. He was acting like a bully. Someone punches you and you are grateful? What kind of superhuman are you?" I am in awe of what a tremendous person he is. 

His hands are still around my waist right where they should be.  His eyes are locking on mine and I am lost, completely lost.

"I am only the kind of person who trusts people who love you enough to protect your honor and life. The kind that is grateful to know that you will be taken care of always." He responds. "Dan cares for you and would fight to protect you. How could I not value that?"

I turn around and lean into him, my head resting on his shoulder. I don't know how long we stayed there, but I felt him start to fidget. "M...I could stay here all night, but I am sore and think my medicine is running out. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me into the bar to check on Phil and Betty.

We see them across the room, laughing and flirting. She nods as I signal to her that we are leaving.  Betty smiles giving me a thumbs up as she turns back to Phil. I need to get Jake home, he needs rest. I am happy and at peace, back with my love in the place my heart wants to be. I will try to loosen up my scaredy-cat heart and enjoy each day granted to Jake and me. 

[wordyneonlights]

Good evening reader

^^That sounded so ominous, but HELLO!!

I did the thing that happens when I've got too much time on my hands which is think up random situations for random fictional people in my head.

These two have been in there for about a couple of days and I wanted to write something kind of hopeful? Anyway, after much toil I have finished and you have the great honour of reading it.

For context these are two random people I've created (Chester and Ali) who are going through a bit of relationship troubles related to Ali's inability to let people in, no relation to any wider story, just a little one shot to indulge my brainrot. K that's enough talking from me, happy reading! <3

DISCLAIMER/TRIGGER WARNINGS

Alcohol/Drunk behaviour mentioned

(^^ that should be all but please let me know if I've missed anything)

I didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not here, I needed to create some semblance of normalcy, of togetherness.

I refuse to let him see me like this

“Come on Ali, we're supposed to talk about this. You can't keep shutting me out when you feel like you're shutting down! That's not how this is supposed to work,”

“And what is this,” I snapped, harsher than intended, I pursed my lips together and blinked hard before looking up at him, “What is this?”

"Love it's-" he started almost confused that I'd ask him such a question, “I mean, you tell me things, I tell you things, you let me in,” he replied, hands softly squeezing the sides of my arms.

“What if I-” I cleared my throat swallowing thickly, “What if I can't?”

He didn't have an answer for that, not with words anyway. But his eyes betrayed emotions I don't think I could have named. I stepped back from him, biting the inside of my cheek before speaking again.

“I don't think I can love you in the way you want me to,”

He blinked, once, twice, before I noticed his eyes were filling with tears, “Don't say that,” he whispered

I brought my hands up to cup the sides of his face and felt tears escape down my cheeks.

“I can't love you, not properly. You need to find someone who can,”

He took a shaky breath, blinking back tears, “Why would you- why would you say that?”

I looked away. I couldn't see him cry ,or, maybe I just didn't want to, maybe I was more heartless than I thought.

“Please leave,” I whispered, “Please just-”

~~~~~~

Leave. Please, it's better this way for both of us.

I had been replaying that conversation in my head for a week. Unsurprisingly it was a week devoid of Ch- ... him. If only there was a way to reverse time, make it so I had never met him. But would I really have sacrificed falling in love with him for that? Never. I massaged my temples ,blinking hard, when had my life turned into one big Greek tragedy?

BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT

I frowned at my phone, contemplating letting it ring its way to voicemail before sliding the call button and pressing speaker.

“You called?”

“Aliiii babyyy,”

Shit that was Frannie, I hadn't told her about Che- him yet. Or maybe she already knew and this was her way of cheering me up. Maybe I needed it.

“You alright Frannie?” I asked

“Course I am honey, but I know you're not,” she answered her tone slightly muted

Ah, so it was the second one.

“Yeah, it's been,” I took a breath, “A week,”

“You wanna come and drink your troubles away with us?”

“Minus Lucy?” (that conniving snake)

“Minus Lucy, she's a fucking bitch you'll never have to see her again,”

There were many cons to going out, for one, the bar would definitely remind me of him, the supermarket opposite it would, the trees near the parkline, the wind, the moon, breathing... On the upside: free drinks.

And that's where I found myself, slumped over a sticky counter barely buzzed while music played languidly in the background. This had been a bad idea... my plan had been to get so blackout drunk I couldn't remember my own name but after the first drink, the only think that filled my mind was Chester. His name an every other detail about him, his eyes, lips, laugh, hands-

This whole thing was stupid, I was making better progress sober anyway. I would be better off going home.

“Thanks for the night Fran,” I told her, she raised her eyebrows and I smiled tightly,

“Call me if you need me yeah?” she said and I nodded

It was cooler outside, and I walked down the road next to our- the park, obviously drunk enough to reminisce...

‘Do you know that parks are actually dangerous places’

‘Yeah’

‘Yup, murders, rapes, baby thefts’

‘Baby thefts?’

‘Not a second passes without a baby being stolen from a park’

Soft laughter as he reached for my hand

‘But good things happen in parks too’

‘Yeah’

‘Yup, dates, proposals,’ he shot me a sideways glance, ‘First kisses’

‘I-I've kissed people before’

‘You've never kissed me before’

‘True’

‘What do you say we change your view of parks?’

I'm smiling as he leans forward and-

A twig snaps shaking me out of my memory and I still. I've ventured into the park and all the happy feelings that had filled me before had vanished. This was a dangerous place to be tipsy.

I heard steps coming my way and I bent down to pick up a twig trying to steady my hands. The steps got closer and my jaw clenched, a person stepped out from behind the tree and-

“Chess?” the word came out relieved, annoyed and surprised all at once, “I mean Chester, wh-what are you doing here you scared-”

“D'you know what properly means?” he interuppted.

Was he... drunk? He staggered forward and I stepped back instinctively, “Well,” he continued, “D'you?”

“I-”

On closer inspection, Chester was not drunk, he was fucking totalled.

“Properly- Adverb- correctly or satisfactorily,”

He stopped, blinking before fixing me with a glare. “You want me to find someone who loves me correctly and satisfactorily ,”

“Chester-”

“Fuck you Ali,”

My mouth opened, then closed again, eyes filling with tears. No, no. no I've still consumed enough alcohol to cry at the slightest provocation.

“Why don't you understand that I don't want you to love me ‘properly’, I just want you to love me,” his voice softened and he stumbled towards me, his hands cupping my face

“Do you love me?” he asked. I didn't respond for a second or so, my throat dry.

“You're drunk Chester,”

“Drunk thoughts are sober words,” he quipped before frowning slightly. His hands on my face tightened and my mind raced. I was alone, tipsy, in a park at night with my very drunk (ex?), nothing good could really come from this. Added to the fact that parks were dangerous period. I wasn't willing to test out how much for myself.

It was for that reason and that reason alone, I brought Chester back to my apartment. And 'brought' is too light to light a word, I practically dragged him which was not fun and not easy. He had passed out on the couch and I had just finished taking a shower.

If only he was the type of person who would leave when morning came and never talk to me again, but Chester was going to wake up tomorrow and practically demand a conversation. That was just the type of person he was, if anything that was proof of why we didn't- couldn't work. We were just too different.

~~~~~~

I woke up to the sound of the blender and got out of my bed so quickly I almost cracked my head open.

Was there someone in my house???

My heart pounded as my mouth went dry, shaky hands clutching my hardcover copy of The Last Olympian. I walked to the kitchen and saw Chester, last night replaying itself in my mind.

“You all right?” he asked, “Heard something crash,”

I put the book down on my table feeling silly, “It was just me,” his eyebrows shot up and I rushed to explain, “I mean, I forgot about last night and I thought you were an intruder so... yeah,”

If he had any comments about the book he kept them to himself.

“I was going to make you a smoothie before I left I'm-I'm sorry about last night,” he hesitated before speaking again, “I was a dick and I was pushing you and you didn't deserve any of that,”

“Thank you,” I said drumming my fingers on the table, “And for the record, I do love you,” his eyes shone but I interrupted before he could say anything, “But I don't think I can be in a relationship right now, or not for a while at least,”

“But,” he started, sounding as though he was trying to pick his words very carefully, “If we love each other we can make it work right?”

I could hear the hope in his voice and the knot in my chest loosened. I moved until I was in front of him, holding both his hands in mine,

“I love you,” I said, “But you said it yourself, I can't... I can't let myself open up and that's something I need to work out on my own first. It's not fair for me to be in a relationship with you without doing that,”

He closed his eyes, sighing before bending down and wrapping me in a hug.

“Don't feel obligated to wait for me or anything,” I mumbled into his shoulder

He scoffed, “We both know that I'm going to,”

He held me tighter, “I love you so much, please don't forget that,” he whispered

“I could never,” I whispered back, “And I love you too.”

We both stayed like that for a while, I don't remember who broke the hug but I do remember sinking down on the floor and crying my lungs out after he'd left. It was only after that I called Frannie who was more than willing to come over and wallow with me for the rest of the day.

At that point I had showered and we were sitting on my couch watching reruns of Avatar. It wasn't much in the way of baring my heart to be loved unconditionally but it was something, and for now that was all I needed.

**

OH MY DAYS THAT WAS LONG. It was like 20 pages on samsung notes and it felt like every page. UGH my hands are tired, apologies for any cringiness and spelling/grammar errors but I hope you enjoyed it all the same!

[universitypenguin]

Good morning, I have rejoined the land of living. Either the drugs have kicked in or I’m actually feeling better, but I’m ready to resume my commentary.

I have a headcannon of Mandy as that mean girl from TikTok who justified bullying as “something evolutionary or like, biological, that has to happen when you’re young.” If you’ve seen her TikTok, you’ll understand.

This is the one:

Jake looked at you with an expression that could only be described as awe

Good! 😊 This makes me so happy, because it proves that Jake just needs to feel appreciated. Thanks to Mandy, the bar is in hell… you know, I actually kind of appreciate the role-reversal of this situation. In most romance plots you see the girl having been in the bad relationship before and the guys is the one who switches things up, making her feel appreciated and happy. However, the way you’ve set it up, it actually lands better for me. Like, there’s more of an emotional punch to Jake suddenly feeling acknowledged by Skipper. He’s clearly been in an emotionally abusive relationship (or semi-relationship, idk what exactly his status is with Mandy) for years and seeing him get a glimpse of a better future for himself gives me the warm fuzzies.

“Shut up.” / All eyes turned to Jake.

Ahhh… here we go! Let’s see it, Jake. Stand up for yourself!

“You shouldn’t listen to Mandy, okay? She’s a stone cold bitch on the best of days, and, well, she’s never been told ‘no’ a day in her life. She’s always gotten what she wanted, when she wanted it.”

I like Bradley. He’s being very supportive and he tells it like it is. I’m putting a premium on honesty in this story and Brad is getting points for keeping it real - which is more than I can say for Bob!

Bradley snorted beside you, and the two of you looked over at where he was smirking, eyes peeking at Jake before looking back at you. / “How could I forget?” He drawled, taking another sip of his beer. “I met Rusty when you and I were snuggled in bed the other morning.” / You were cut off by a growl to your left. You turned to see Jake’s entire expression had changed. His jaw was clenched, eyes trained on Bradley as if he wanted to take his head off.

Ooohh… jealous!Jake is in the building

“Listen,” Jake started, stopping to turn to you, eyes earnest as they took you in. “I’m sorry about Mandy-”

Eh, it’s okay for him to apologize. If it serves to reinforce the reality of how awful she is, I say go for it.

“It’s my fault she’s taking it out on you.”

Again, he gets points for honesty and for accurately sizing up the situation, then taking accountability for his part in the conflict. Right now in the story, any character sticking closely to an honest account is in my circle of trust and anyone who isn’t… they’re cancelled. 🙅🏼‍♀️

the hand that was cradling your cheek slowly drifted down until it brushed the mark on your neck. You let out a wanton cry at the shock of pleasure that jolted through you at the simple touch, and Jake smirked down at you, stroking softly over the mark again and again as he drew more pleasured cries from you.

What?! Okay, what exactly did this mark connect to physically, mentally, or magically to produce that kind of sensation?

You gasped, grasping at your ears at the almost inhuman shriek that pierced the night air.

It’s Mandy, isn’t it? I already know it’s Mandy… and… I’m right!

Mandy glaring at him, blue eyes practically glowing with rage.

She’s one of them, isn’t she? Mandy is a mermaid. If so, I have a bad feeling for Skipper. Also, in light of Mandy’s reaction, I’m wondering how the frenzy affects female merpeople. Is Mandy really awful, or is the hormones/magic, whatever that’s bringing this out in her? Based on what Bradley said, I’m leaning towards “no,” but it was an interesting side thought.

Also, yikes! 😳 Possessive much, Mandy? Someone’s more than a little delusional if she thinks she “owns” anyone… possessive isn’t a good look on anyone but it’s particularly off putting when we know Jake doesn’t feel the same way. Let’s call this what it is- Mandy is an abusive girlfriend.

“No,” Jake growled, “I’m not.”

Excellent follow through on standing up for yourself, Jake. You’re getting the hang of this. All you needed was the right motivation.

“I’m just going to head back so you two can talk in private,” you murmured.

Relatable. I’d extract myself from that situation so fast if it were me. 😂

The song was beautiful, melancholic. It was unlike the one you had heard before, this one sounding more animal like than human, but you still found yourself drawn to it. It called to you, begging you to listen, and you did, feeling the sound drift through your mind and pulling you in.

Ooohh… this is interesting. More animal than human, you say? 🤨

You let out a cry as you were yanked away from the water, a strong hand on your upper arm. / You whirled around to see Javy staring at you with an intense worry

Huh. That was an interesting incident at the end. I can surmise from the context clues that this wasn’t the song we heard before, which was presumably from Jake.

I’m looking forward to seeing how this plays out!

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Five

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Five

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Language, Mean girl Mandy, Flirting, Alcohol, Siren call, Supernatural elements, Kind of suggestive/smutty but not really? idk

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Alright, alright! The ball is starting to roll! We've got a lot going on now, I think. Can't wait to hear y'all's thoughts! Also, shoutout to @goldenseresinretriever for letting me bounce ideas off of her! You the real MVP!! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! Also, if you DO NOT fill out the form below (Tag List) then you will not be tagged! I will be referring to that Google form from now on! As always, reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I also post my updates!

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“I thought the bonfires happened the other night?” You asked Bob as the two of you made your way down the practically deserted streets. It was late, and the only people out were the young adults still looking to have a good time. The family friendly activities had ended hours ago, and now it was time for the partying to start.

“They were supposed to,” he said, eyes scanning the dimly lit street, “but they got postponed because of all the rain the other week. This was the only night that worked for most everyone around town.”

“That works out for us, I guess,” you hummed, hearing the sound of crashing waves grow closer as you neared the beach.

“Hey, thing one and thing two!”

The two of you turned around to see a grinning Bradley jogging up behind you, and you turned with a smile to greet him.

“Hey, Bradley!” You chirped. “We thought you’d already be down at the beach with everyone else.”

“I was, but I forgot my phone at the house,” he said, waving his phone in his hand. “So I ran back to grab it. Everyone else should already be down there, though.”

“We better get a move on before all the drinks are gone,” Bob mused, already moving once again. Bradley fell into step alongside you, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, Skipper,” he joked, casting a smirk down at you. “You been avoiding me?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you giggled.

Bradley scoffed, giving you an offended look that was made less serious by the grin on his face. “Me? Avoid you? Don’t be ridiculous. Who in their right mind would avoid a sweet, little thing like you?”

“You must not really know her then,” Bob snorted. “She practically cut my hand off when I went for the last fry at lunch today.”

“That was entirely your fault,” you huffed, sticking your tongue out at him. “You know how much I love french fries.”

“Yeah, enough to cause grievous bodily injuries, apparently,” he smirked. You scowled at him before looking back at Bradley who was also smirking at you.

“He’s being dramatic,” you offered with a shrug.

“Barely.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” you griped as the three of you walked down the stairs and onto the beach. You could see the glow from the various fires flicker in the night, groups of different people huddled around each one. “I have to set an alarm every morning to wake up before he does if I want any bacon.”

“Oh, trust me,” Bradley laughed, steering you towards a fire on the edge of the grouping, Bob in tow. “I grew up with him. I know how much bacon he puts away.”

“I am not that bad,” Bob huffed, earning identical dubious looks from both you and Bradley. You giggled when Bradley quirked his eyebrow at you.

“Sure you aren’t, Bob,” you laughed, earning a scowl from your best friend.

“You made it!”

The three of you turned to see Nat waving at you, the rest of the squad already settled in on the towels surrounding the small fire. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you made eye contact with a pair of mossy green ones. You looked away as your cheeks warmed, letting Bradley guide you across the fire and down on a group of towels, Bob on your other side.

“So,” said the brunette sitting next to Jake, blue eyes calculating as she took you in. She was just as beautiful as the last time you saw her. Tan skin glowed in the light from the fire, body lithe and athletic. She looked like she walked off the cover of a fashion magazine, and her narrowed gaze was trained on you, lips curled into waht appeared to be a permanent sneer. “You must be the tagalong I’ve heard so much about. Skipper was it?”

You shifted uncomfortably, glancing over at Bradley as he stiffened next to you, a glare fixed on his face as he looked at her.

“Yeah,” you said, offering an anxious smile as you looked back at her. “That’s what they call me anyway.”

“It’s cute,” she said, tone indicating that she most certainly did not find it cute. “I’m Mandy. You’ve probably heard of me from the others.”

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m not surprised,” she continued with a smirk. “I’ve known everyone here since we were in diapers. We go way back, you know. Don’t feel bad if you end up feeling left out in our conversations, okay?”

You shifted again, this time knocking your knee into your bag. The shells you carried with you jostled, clinking together, and you blushed when everyone looked at you.

“What was that?” Mickey asked, peering over to get a better look. You lifted your bag as you began to pull each shell out and placing it carefully on the towel.

“Oh, these are the shells and things I’ve been finding everywhere!” You smiled, running your fingers over the conch. “Aren’t they amazing? I’ve never seen so many beautiful shells in my life! And they’re all perfectly in tact, can you believe it? It’s like someone just plucked them up off the ocean floor and set them out for me to find!”

“That’s quite a collection,” Nat chuckled, shooting a smirk off to the side. You followed her line of sight, and your eyes made direct contact with the mossy green ones from earlier. Jake looked at you with an expression that could only be described as awe as he took you in, eyes peering down to where you cradled the conch gently in your hands before looking back up at you. His eyes shone in the firelight, a hint of a smile on his lips as he looked at you. You felt another blush creep up your neck, and you leaned forward to place the conch closer to the fire for everyone to see. You heard a sharp intake of breath, and you looked up to see Mandy with a look of rage and shock on her face as she stared at you. You realized quickly she wasn’t staring at your face, but rather down at the base of your neck. Her eyes darted up to meet yours and her expression shifted quickly into one of cold contempt.

“You actually carry those around with you?” She sneered, scoffing out a laugh. “What are you? Five?”

You frowned up at her, suddenly feeling self conscious as you glanced around the group. Their smiles had shifted into looks of irritation as they glared at the brunette.

“Oh, I just-”

“I mean,” she sniffed, cutting you off, “I suppose it’s fitting for someone who looks like you though, right? You’re not exactly dressed to impress or anything.”

You looked down at your clothes, a frown on your face. You weren’t normally self conscious. Sure, you didn’t look like a model like Mandy, but you didn’t think you were hard on the eyes. You had dressed for comfort though, and it was plain to see in your jean shorts, tank top, and white button up. Mandy wore a pair of cutoffs and a tight fitting tank top that showed off her figure, and her makeup was immaculate. You hadn’t seen the point in putting any on. Should you have?

“Mandy,” Bob growled, glaring in a warning.

“Oh, I know she’s your friend and all, Bobby,” Mandy continued, a viscious smirk poised on her lips. “But let’s be honest. I mean, we’re among friends, right? And friends should be honest with each other. You’d be lucky if anyone gave you the time of day looking like that. Nevermind the silly, little shells you’re carrying around everywhere. You really should have left those back at the house, you know. And tell me you brought something nice to where for the ocean dance festival. Can you imagine if you wore some frumpy shorts to something like tha-”

“Shut up.”

All eyes turned to Jake who was glaring into the fire, eyes cold as the water that lapped the shore behind you. Mandy narrowed her eyes at him, rage clouding her features.

“Excuse me?” She spat, turning to face him. His gaze shifted to her, jaw clenching.

“Was I not clear enough?” He said evenly. “I said ‘shut up.’”

You hadn’t even realized that tears had gathered in your eyes until Bob laid a gentle hand on your shoudler causing you to jump. You looked over at him, sniffling as he gave you a concerned look. You wiped at the corner of your eyes, scrambling to your feet. You felt everyone’s eyes on you as you shifted from one foot to the other, avoiding their gazes.

“I’m, uh,” you gulped, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over. “I’m gonna go get something to drink.”

“I’ll come with you,” Bradley said, moving to his feet and giving you a gentle smile. “I’m parched.”

You turned to Bob with a watery smile. “You want anything?”

He studied you for a second, eyes uncertain. You gave him a look that you hoped communicated your need to pretend like you were okay, and he pressed his lips together.

“Just a beer.”

“You got it!” You smiled, trying and failing to add your usual cheeriness to the statement. You gave a half smile that you were sure came off as more of a grimace as you made your way towards the line of coolers on the other side of the fires. Bradley followed you silently, and you kept your head down, feeling the tears start to stream down your cheeks.

You knew you were being silly. They were just words after all, and you were a grown woman. You shouldn’t be letting silly words get to you like this. But why did they hurt so bad? You knelt by one of the coolers, fishing out two beers and a coke. You handed one of the beers to Bradley, refusing to make eye contact with him as you pushed the lid to the cooler closed.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing onto your arm gently, pulling you so that you faced him.

You kept your head down, and Bradley let out a sigh.

“Listen,” he started, hesitating as if he were choosing his next words carefully. “You shouldn’t listen to Mandy, okay? She’s a stone cold bitch on the best of days, and, well, she’s never been told ‘no’ a day in her life. She’s always gotten what she wanted, when she wanted it.”

“What’s your point?” You muttered, glancing off to the side as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Bradley let out another sigh, taking his hand from your arm to run it through his hair.

“My point is that she’s taking her new experience with the word out on you, and it’s not fair. I know it’s hard, but just ignore her, okay? She’s just jealous.”

“Of me?” You scoffed, finally meeting his gaze. Bradley smirked down at you, casting you a wink.

“You’re pretty great, Skipper,” he hummed. “Anyone with eyes can see it. Now, come on. Let’s head back to the others, yeah?”

You nodded, and the two of you made your way back to the fire. As you approached, you noted that Jake was the only one still there, eyes trained on the flames in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. He jumped when Bradley plopped down next to him, leaving just enough room for you to slide in between them.

“Where’d the others go?” Bradley asked, twisting the top off his beer and taking a swig from the bottle. Jake grimaced, gesturing around towards the other fires.

“Take your pick.”

Bradley hummed, leaning back on the towel with his legs outstretched towards the fire. The three of you were silent for a moment, and you felt a tingling sensation on your left side. You turned to find Jake already looking at you, eyes soft as they took you in. Your breath caught in your throat, cheeks flushing. You thought you should have been been creeped out with how intensely he was staring at you, but you felt oddly comfortable under his gaze. In fact, you found yourelf sitting up a little straighter, almost preening under his gaze, and a small smile tugged on Jake’s lips as he took you in, eyes blazing as they reached your neck.

You jumped as Bradley suddenly leaned over in front of you, breaking the spell you found yourself under. A shit eating grin was etched onto his face as he looked at Jake.

“Did you know Skipper here always wanted to be a mermaid?”

You felt yourself begin to splutter as your cheeks warmed for a different reason, eyes growing wide as you peered between the two men. Bradley waggled his eyebrows as Jake’s own shot up on his forehead. A smirk graced his lips, giving him a devilish look to his already handsome features. He looked at you, smirk intensifying as he saw your flustered state. He leaned forward, smirk growing into a grin as you glanced away.

“Is that so?” He hummed, warm breath ghosting over your face.

“I will remind you that I was, like, five at the time,” you snapped, glaring at Bradley. He only chuckled, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked lazily up at you.

“I think you’d make a cute mermaid, don’t you agree, Jake?”

Jake nodded with another hum, eyes taking on a look you couldn’t place, but it made you squirm nonetheless.

“Just imagine her swimming around with all her little fishy sidekicks,” Bradley teased, eyes alight with mischief. You scoffed, turning to face him.

“As if,” you snarked, “my sidekick wouldn’t be a fish, it would be a stingray.”

Jake quirked an eyebrow. “Why a stingray?”

“Oh,” you blushed, your nerves kicking up again. “Because they’re my favorite.”

Jake nodded slowly, like he was trying to commit that fact to memory. Bradley snorted beside you, and the two of you looked over at where he was smirking, eyes peeking at Jake before looking back at you.

“How could I forget?” He drawled, taking another sip of his beer. “I met Rusty when you and I were snuggled in bed the other morning.”

“That’s not-”

You were cut off by a growl to your left. You turned to see Jake’s entire expression had changed. His jaw was clenched, eyes trained on Bradley as if he wanted to take his head off. His fists were clenched so tight, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was drawing blood from where his fingernails dug into his palms. He was almost too still as he glared at Bradley, the other man looking smug as he took in his friend’s appearance.

“Are you okay?” You asked the blond, and his eyes glanced over at you, gaze seeming to soften as he took in your concern.

“Bradshaw!” Reuben called from across the way. “Get your ass over here!”

Bradley heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes as he got to his feet. “And that’s my cue,” he muttered.

You watched as he strutted over to where Reuben and Mickey were gathered with a group of people you didn’t know, leaving you alone with Jake.

“He’s such an ass sometimes,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Isn’t he one of your best friends?” You asked him with a giggle. Jake’s demeanor seemed to relax at the sound.

“Unfortunately,” he grumbled, casting another glare over at where Bradley stood chatting and laughing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You frowned, noticing how tense he still seemed to be. He looked back at you, hesitating before letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just feeling a little overheated or something,” he muttered, flexing his hands as he uncurled his fists. He moved to stand, and you followed suit.

“Think I’m going to go take a walk to cool off,” he mused, rolling his shoulders back. You frowned, rubbing a hand over your arm.

“Oh, okay,” you said, glancing at the ground, shifting your feet in the sand that covered the towel. Jake seemed to hesitate once more, chewing his bottom lip.

“Do you want to join me?” He asked you, his green eyes hopeful as you met his gaze. You felt a smile tug on your lips as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you murmured, moving to grab your bag. You stopped when you noticed it was placed neatly on top of the towel you had been sitting on previously, shells already back inside.

“I, uh,” Jake stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t want anything to happen to them, so I put them back in your bag. I guess I should have asked first instead of just moving them. I’m sorry if I-”

“No,” you smiled, “it’s okay. Thank you.”

Jake gave you a nervous, tight lipped smile before nodding. “You can leave your bag here if you want. No one is going to take it.”

You returned his nod, gesturing for him to lead the way down the beach.

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, the ocean waves crashing off to your right, and the cool, night breeze ruffling your hair.

“Listen,” Jake started, stopping to turn to you, eyes earnest as they took you in. “I’m sorry about Mandy-”

“Oh, no, Jake,” you frowned, shaking your head. “You don’t have to apologize for her.”

“No, but I do,” he stated firmly, face serious as he looked at you. “It’s my fault she’s taking it out on you. She’s been so convinced that she and I are going to end up together, and now that she knows that’s not the case, she’s on the warpath.”

“Jake,” you sighed, “I understand feeling some kind of weird responsibility for her, but her actions are her own. You shouldn’t have to apologize on her behalf. She’s a big girl just like I am, right? We’re adults who are capable of making our own decisions and apologizing for the wrong we do. None of this is your fault.”

He didn’t look convinced, and you took his hand in yours to offer him some kind of reassurance. A bolt of electricity ran through you, causing you to let out a gasp, and a warmth rushed over you, causing you to squirm. You felt like a magnet, drawn to Jake in a way that you couldn’t even begin to understand. You wanted to feel more of him, to consume and be consumed by him. You had never felt anything like it in your life, and you looked up at him hazy eyes to find that he wasn’t any better off.

His own eyes had a haze to them, seeming to glow in the moonlight. His breathing came out labored, almost like he was fighting to maintain his composure. His eyes raked over you, a hand coming up to rest on your cheek, and you nuzzled into it without thinking.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed, voice barely above a whisper as he inched closer to you.

“You’re just saying that,” you muttered, leaning into him.

“No,” he stated firmly, causing you to jump just a hair. His other hand came up to rest on your hip, pulling you closer so that you were practically molded against him.

“No,” he said again, gentler this time. “I mean it. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

If it were possible, you were sure your skin would have heated up even more than it already was. As it stood, a pleasant warmth spread through you at his proximity, and the hand that was cradling your cheek slowly drifted down until it brushed the mark on your neck. You let out a wanton cry at the shock of pleasure that jolted through you at the simple touch, and Jake smirked down at you, stroking softly over the mark again and again as he drew more pleasured cries from you.

“It’s okay,” he cooed, leaning his forehead against yours, nuzzling his nose against the tip of yours. “I’ve got you.”

You couldn’t find it in you to feel embarrassed at the intense amount of pleasure you felt at the simplest of touches, too focused on the way his hands felt on you. You raised your own, one hand cradling his cheek as the other ran through his golden hair. He let out a groan as you tugged gently on the soft strands, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that spread across your face. Jake’s eyes met yours, the green of them so intense that it took your breath away. He glanced down at your lips, slowly leaning in-

“Jacob Seresin!”

You gasped, grasping at your ears at the almost inhuman shriek that pierced the night air. Jake pulled back, placing you almost protectively behind him. You peered around him to see Mandy glaring at him, blue eyes practically glowing with rage. Her gaze turned to you, and you shrank back slightly, hiding behind Jake a little more. This only served to make Mandy even more irate, and she snarled as she stomped closer to the two of you.

Jake bristled, standing taller as he continued to block you from Mandy’s warpath.

“How dare you,” she spat at him, lips pulled back into a sneer. “You’re mine.”

“No,” Jake growled, “I’m not.”

You shifted behind him, moving out from behind him slowly, and the pair turned to look at you. You gave them a sheepish smile, as you inched around Mandy, hands up in a form of surrender.

“I’m just going to head back so you two can talk in private,” you murmured. Jake looked like he wanted to argue, but Mandy’s glare had you moving before he could say anything.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked back towards the bonfires, already missing Jake’s touch. You had never felt anything so intense in your entire life, and you wondered what had come over you to make you act so brazenly. You weren’t one for hookups, but you weren’t even sure that’s what that was going to be. He had held you so gently, like you might break or run away at any moment. You had been so ready to give him every part of you in that moment. You knew you should have been worried at that thought, but a large part of you thought that it felt right, that you should give yourself to him. The more you thought about it, the more you found yourself wanting to turn around and go back to him.

You were about halfway back down the beach when it started. It was quiet at first, distant. But then it grew louder, and you found yourself slowing to a stop, turning towards the crashing waves to your left.

The song was beautiful, melancholic. It was unlike the one you had heard before, this one sounding more animal like than human, but you still found yourself drawn to it. It called to you, begging you to listen, and you did, feeling the sound drift through your mind and pulling you in. You weren’t sure when you started walking, but you felt the sand shift beneath your feet as you slowly made your way towards the water. The fires faded from your sight, the churning waves beckoning to you like gentle hands that promised refuge. The song grew louder, all consuming, blocking everything else out but the need to answer. You felt the wind whip your hair around you, the cold sting kissing your cheeks as the crashing waves grew louder, the song more desperate. The sand beneath your feet grew cold as you ventured into a spot where the water met the shoreline. You’re almost there, the song called to you. You felt a relieved smile tug on your lips at the thought of finally reaching your goal and answering the song. You felt the water come just up to your toes before retreating back. You closed your eyes in anticipation. Just one more step.

You let out a cry as you were yanked away from the water, a strong hand on your upper arm. Your arms reached for the water, your mind still foggy as a loud, keening cry sounded from the water before disappearing entirely. You whirled around to see Javy staring at you with an intense worry, Nat just behind him, worry clear on her face.

“Wha-” you mumbled, pressing a hand to the side of your head as it began to pound. “What happened? Javy?”

“Hey, Skipper,” he murmured gently, pulling you closer, away from the water. “We’ve been calling you for a while now. You okay?”

“I…” you trailed off, glancing between him and the water. “I’m not sure.”

“How about we get you some water, yeah?” Nat suggested, wrapping her arms around you as she led you back to the bonfires. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” you muttered, glancing back at the ocean. “Yeah, okay.”

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All’s well that ends well to end up with you

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom decided to finally face the music. And you might as well forget about divorce, it won’t happen. Not if he has anything to do with it.

Warnings: Soft!Dark Ransom, Swearing, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: hi loves! It’s been a while~ Life has been busier than usual. Finally made time to write and it feeeels so therapeutic to me, thank you for sticking with me! I really thought I could wrapped this series up with just 2 parts, but I guess there’s going to be another one for the ending. And I hope you enjoy. If you like it, don’t forget to reblog or leave a comment 🌸

Masterlist, Part 2/2, End

“Can I tell you something?”

Marie, your closest friend next to Ransom looked at you with brows furrowed. She sat straighter, silently closing her laptop as she gave you her full attention before she wiggled her brows at you, “That sounded juicy. What is the tea, sis?”

You sighed before looking around the cafe you both frequented in ever since you were teenagers. Your eyes scanned the room, making sure that no one could hear what you were about to say.

“Promise me first,” you insisted, looking at her intently to let her know that you were dead serious, that what was to be said would not be repeated to anyone else. It was not that you didn’t trust her, it was just that you didn’t want to harm Ransom. After all, you married him to keep him away from any harm. She frowned at you before nodding her head, gesturing a cross on her chest as if promising that she would keep this a secret.

“You know I married Ransom, right?”

Marie rolled her eyes dramatically before lifting your left hand up and pointing at the ring, “Duh, who could missed this big ass ring that Ransom got for you?”

“Listen,” you sat nearer to her, which piqued her interest. “This is not a real marriage.”

She was silent for a moment, her mind digesting what you just said. “What do you mean this isn’t real?”

You silently told her your situation. It had been eleven months since you kept the secret alone, since you agreed to his plan, since you had started lying to everyone else, including your Marie and even your own family. You told her everything, even the thing that occurred last week, one that rendered you speechless, one that turned Ransom into a hulking bull every time you approached the topic of divorce.

It took her a moment to digest everything you just revealed, her hand rubbing her chin absentmindedly, “Huh.”

“I don’t know what to do. I’m at lost here,” you admitted, the ring on your hand heavy as it twinkled at you, as if reminding you that you were his, as if you could ever forget that you were legally married to him despite this marriage not being real to you. “We said it would only last for a year, but every time I mentioned that, he shut off.”

She watched you with a funny look on her face, and then a flash of realization crossed hers, “You really didn’t know…did you?”

“Know what?”

“He sees you as a wish come true.”

You brushed off what she said so easily, as if you were sure that the two of you were only really friends.

“Marie, I don’t know what to do. I’m at loss here,” you started, playing with your ring as you confessed to her. “During that time, I just wanted to save him. I just wanted to ease his burden… I didn’t think of what would happen to us, to our friendship when this finally ends.”

“It won’t end.” She said so assuringly that you almost believed her. “I don’t know how Ransom would be if ever you weren’t in his life. Even I’m scared to see what he’s capable of if you ever leave.”

Days passed by, and everything was in reverse. When before, Ransom was avoiding you, now you were avoiding running into him which had proven to be impossible numerous times. You didn’t know what was happening, wasn’t actually certain about the situation, but lately he was just always…there. The other morning, you ran into him with just when he finished his workout. You were on your way to your room just around the corner, your eyes glued to your phone as you walked when Ransom rounded the corner and lo and behold, you found your self eye-level with his glistening, muscular chest. You couldn’t helped but noticed his firm body, his well-sculpted torso. Your eyes widened, his scent invading you as you felt yourself plastered on his front. His skin on yours was warm, his look heated. Slowly, you looked up to your best friend, only to find him already looking down at you with a smirk on his lips, strands of hair falling on his forehead from his tedious workout.

“You okay there, kitten?” He drawled slowly, his voice slowly. And you didn’t know why you shivered, but you did. And the next thing you knew, you were running to the safety of your room, slamming the door as you went as if you could escape the confusion you were feeling from actually feeling something from the close proximity you shared with him. You meant, for God’s sake! You had always been close with him, you had seen him topless numerous times and felt nothing! So why in Earth did you feel something weird in the pit of your stomach?

You wished that ended there, but no. You woke up ready to start the day ahead, absentmindedly humming to yourself as you got ready. You walked into your bathroom, wearing only your thin sleepwear when what greeted you was Ransom, and his body that was naked as the day he was born under the stream of water pouring down on him. Your jaw slackened, you wanted to unsee what you just saw..his perfectly sculpted backside and his hard maleness. Ransom opened his eyes and saw you-and that was when you woke up from your reverie and slammed the door shut.

“What are you doing in my room, Ran!” You asked from the closed door.

“My shower broke, kitten,” he replied with his lazy drawl. It didn’t take a minute before he opened the door and looked down at you. You still couldn’t meet his eyes. Ransom leaned against the door, his face sporting an innocent look as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, his lower body wrapped with a white towel. “I really need to call the plumber,”

“Yes you should. In fact, I will call one right now,” you sputtered out, you could feel his gaze on you and if you only looked at him, you would see the cocky smile he had.

“Thank you, wife,” you felt him leaned down, before placed a kiss on your cheek. And why were you blushing? What was happening? For fuck’s sake, he was your fr-

“And you don’t mind me using your shower for the meantime, right?” Your eyes followed his muscular form as he walked out of your room, only to pause and turned to look at you, “After all, we are best friends.. right?”

Right.

You walked into the house after a stressful day in work, you wanted nothing but to lie down on your bed or maybe soaked in your bathtub. Your thoughts were on those things when you entered the house, only to find Ransom already home, his sleeves folded to his forearms, his tie loosened. He stood up when he saw you, walking to you with purpose before tipping your chin to meet his lips. His kisses were….soft and deep. It was savoring, it was as if he was savoring the way your lips felt against his, as if he couldn’t stop until he ran out of breath. You were in shocked, your hands going to his massive arms, feeling the hard muscles as if he was controlling himself when an exaggerated cough was heard from the dizzying feeling Ransom was giving you.

Ransom opened his darkened eyes, holding your attention before you broke eye contact with him to look at Meg who was smiling coyly on the sofa.

“Look, kitten,” Ransom said, his arm encircling your shoulder as he held you against his side as he faced his cousin. “Look who invited herself to stay at our place.”

“Well, she said I am always welcome here-“

“Of course you are,” you said soothingly, walking to her as you sat down and held her hand, “Did something happen?”

She sighed before she rolled her eyes dramatically, “It’s just my mom. We had been fighting and I just left and I wasn’t thinking where I was going-“

“Hey,” you called her attention softly, “It’s okay. You can stay here. Right, Ran?”

“Sure.” He said with his teeth gritted so hard there was no way it was believable.

You had pleasant dinner with Meg and Ransom, with the cousins throwing jabs at each other. To be fair, Ransom was tamer now than he was before he had matured. He wasn’t aiming to hurt Meg’s feelings, but you couldn’t completely take away the sharpness form Ransom’s personality. And that was when you shooed him away gently, telling him to go ahead as you and Meg finished the wine. Meg was a nice kid, maybe a little bit pampered but she was kind to you. Tomorrow, once she was feeling better, you would gently talk to her. Joni had been messaging you about Meg, obviously worried about her only child but you told her that she was safe with you and Ransom.

Maybe you were a little buzzed, because in the darkness of your room, you didn’t notice Ransom who was sitting on your desk, working on his laptop. You didn’t notice him when you were unbuttoning your shirt, you didn’t notice him as you shimmied your skirt down your legs. You didn’t notice him when you were in the process of removing your brassiere when you turned around, and found him watching you with hooded eyes, the light from his screen illuminating his dark eyes and the lust on his face before he quickly masked it with his arrogant smirk. He leaned back against your chair, his legs spread apart as he gave you his full attention.

You could not help but noticed how he could easily crowd your chair, how huge he was, how masculine he was.

“Are you finally giving me a show, wife?”

You yelped, grabbing the robe on your bed before hastily wearing it, “What are you doing here?” You shrieked, your hands busy with tying the robe as if it could erase that you practically stripped in front of your best friend.

Ransom put his index finger on his lips, before calmly pointing at the door and mouthing ‘Meg’. You walked near to where he was seating comfortably, “What are you doing in my room, Ran?”

“Meg can’t know we sleep on different beds.” He stated so seriously, all playfulness gone on his face.

Oh.

“Uhm, okay then,” you assented before looking at him, “Where will you sleep, then?”

“Here,” he pointed at your perfectly made bed as if it was the most obvious answer, before slowly giving you all his attention, “assuming that’s fine with you, kitten. After all, we are best friends, right?”

Right.

You watched him over the corner of your eyes, your hands holding a towel as you dried you hair from your not so comfortable soak in your bathtub knowing that he was just on the other side of the door. He looked up from his work when he sensed you looking at him. His brows went up, before offering you an overly sweet smile. “Done for tonight, kitten?”

“Yup,” you answered with a smile of your own, desperately trying to make this situation not awkward at all. And why should it be? As he said, you two were best friends. This should be like old times when the two you spent nights over, falling asleep next to each other. You went under the comfortable blanket you had always loved, the one he got you two years ago from Asia when you couldn’t go with him because of your work. Ransom stood from his seat, his long legs carrying him to you. He was wearing a white shirt and his strong thighs covered by his tight black boxers. You didn’t understand, you had seen him like this before. But lately, you were starting to feel…something. You just weren’t sure if it was something good, or something bad. At this point, you were scared to find out. You watched him warily as he turned off the lights, leaving only the lamp on the bedside table open. He got in your blanket, before he turned to his side to face you. You were so aware of how masculine he was, of how he took up more than half of your bed. You sighed before looking at his eyes that was solely focused on you.

“Stop it, Ran,” you berated him, squinting your eyes at you insufferable husband who just wouldn’t stopped observing you as if you were the most interesting person in his whole world.

“Stop what?” He asked quietly, his velvet voice soothing you as it always did no matter how much he annoyed you. You only answered him with a glare, to which he just chuckled at you. “You love that blanket so much. Next time, I’ll take you there. We can buy more of that. What do you say, kitten? Do you want that?”

You were getting excited with the prospect of another vacation that you flashed him a smile. This, this felt like the Ransom you knew. The Ransom who planned your getaways, always taking into consideration what you liked or disliked. This was your best friend. You turned to your side to face him, ignoring your mobile game as you gave him your full attention. Your hand resting on your cheek, “I’d love that. It’s been so long since we went on a vacation-“

“What about our honeymoon?”

You laughed, your thoughts going back to your so-called honeymoon with your best friend. The two of you opted to go to a private island, only for it to rain so hard the two of you weren’t able to swim. Unsurprisingly, Ransom’s family members kept checking on the two of you, as if waiting for the slip up to happen, proving once and for all that the two of you were faking it. Well, yes. But they weren’t able to prove it.

Ransom watched you laughed, his lips unconsciously tugging upwards as if your joy brought him happiness. Because it did, you didn’t know how happy he was because you were here with him. You were incredibly different from his family, from anyone else who just saw him for his status and money. But not you, you saw him when he was at his worst and decided that he was going to be your friend.

“I was thinking we could go next month. That would be our first anniversary-“

“Ran,” you cut him off, “what are we doing?”

His large hand held yours, bringing it to his lips. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, his eyes showing vulnerability and sincerity. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lose you.”

His admittance should scare you, but it didn’t. You were in this crossroad because you didn’t want to lose what the two of you had, as well. You could never find another friend like him in a million years. “I don’t want to lose you, as well, Ran,” you honestly whispered, you hand caressing his cheek, his strong jaw, before settling your hand on his broad back like you always did. “That is why we need to talk about divorce.”

He was silent for a moment, so stoic that you thought he didn’t hear you. But what he said next rendered you speechless. For the first time in your relationship, Ransom had asked you something so crucial that it could either make of break your whole relationship, the one you nurtured for so long, the one you protected so long, cherished for so long.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Why are you asking me that?” You asked indignantly. Your eyes were wide as you looked up at his serious eyes, strands of his hair falling on his forehead as he looked down at you, his body taut with tension of what would happen if you said no. You stood up so suddenly, wanting distance between you and him. You couldn’t physically be close to him right now, not when he was looking at you like that. Like you were the only truth in the world..as Marie had said. And you could see it now, could clearly see the way he looked at you.

“It’s a yes or no, kitten.” His velvet voice resounded over the silence of the room. You had always known how to handle Ransom, had always known how to calm him when he was angry, had always known how to to him when he was irritated with his father, had always known how to say he was being unreasonable when he was acting spoiled. You knew him. You knew how to act around him like the back of your hands, but not now.

Not this. Not like this when he was looking at you as if you could make or break him. Ransom stepped closer to you, his white shirt touching you as he neared your body, as he stepped into your own space and making it his own. “Answer me, kitten,” he whispered.

You bit you lip before answering, “Of course, I do. But-“

“Then why do you want to leave me? Why do you want to divorce me?”

You shook your head slowly, you held his large hand into yours, looking at the eyes of your best friend, “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. I love you,” he announced strongly, his large hand holding your neck to prevent you from looking away from him, from the truth that he was finally admitting.

“You’re just confused-“

Ransom shook his head, not letting you finish, “No, I’m not. Don’t say that-“

“You are clearly confused, Ransom. We’ll talk in the morning when you’re-“

He pulled your wrist gently to him, pulling you closer. “Don’t do that. Don’t deny my feelings for you, not when I have been denying myself for so long. Not when I fought myself for too long because I was scared to lose you. But now, either way I’m going to lose.” Ransom chuckled humorlessly. He leaned down, your lips parted as it trembled, your heart beating rapidly as you lost control of the situation. He gently tipped your chin, tilting you head up to meet his determined eyes.

“Don’t do this, Ran. We are friends-“

He smiled sadly at you, “Do you think I didn’t try to stop myself from falling for you? I have tried everything. But each road I took, no matter how fast I ran lead me back to you,” he murmured, as if what he went through exhausted him that he had no choice but to give in. “I love you. I have only ever loved you. I just wanted you to know that.”

Looking back that night, you didn’t know why you did that. You couldn’t find for the life of you a reasonable and sound explanation as to why you tugged him down to your level, and kissed him.

But you did.

Your lips seek his, kissing him deeply, you hand resting on his strong jaw as you moved your lips against his. You were clearly hesitant after a few seconds of him not responding. And just when you were about to stop, he took charge. Your eyelids fluttered, his strong arms now holding your waist as he walked you back to your bed, his eyes closed as if he was savoring the moment when the two of you crossed the line between friendship and lovers. Your back hit the bed, and Ransom was never far behind, never letting go of you as he opened his eyes and caressed your face. He smiled at you, one that was full of hope and love, something that you could not yet processed before he sat up and removed his shirt certainly, bearing to you his strong body.

Ransom gently helped you out of your shirt, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin that he had only imagined countless of nights. His pupils were dilated as he met you eyes, he squeezed your hands gently, before he peppered kisses on your neck, sucking gently as if he was scared of hurting you. You gave out a sigh of pleasure when he planted a wet and open kiss on your nipples, gently sucking them. Your ran your hands in his hair, tugging them whenever the pleasure became too much. You felt goosebumps on your skin as he sucked like he had been starving for too long, and now there was you laid before his very eyes. Before you knew it, he was between your legs, burying his face on your heated core, lapping at your lower lips as if he could not get enough of your taste. You had been with other people, but Ransom made you feel…more. He made you feel alive that night. You could feel your warm wetness from his incessant licking, from his gentle sucking of your clit that almost made you bury his face closer to your pussy.

You heard him chuckle, could feel him chuckle as you bucked up from the sensation. Without any warning, Ransom inserted a long and thick finger inside you, teasing your walls, his thumb circling your clit as he watched your whole body succumb to pleasure. If he was a better man, he would have left you alone.

“Ran, please don’t stop!” You moaned as you were drunk from lust, as his fingers made you feel good, massaging your walls and encircling your clit with his thumb that made you gushed.

“I’m never gonna stop, kitten. Now that I tasted you, fuck-“ he moaned as he felt your core tightening on his fingers. “You can’t ever leave me.”

You were still coming when he crawled to you, sans his tight boxers, you looked down and found his hardened member pointing at you, its head leaking from his own desire. He watched you as he pumped his cock in his hand. And as he inserted himself in you, he kept whispering all the love he had been hiding for years, assuring you that you were doing good, that from now on he would not hold back, that you would feel all the love that you deserved and more.

Ransom’s cock was thick, stretching your walls as he inserted himself slowly, sucking your nipples, teasing your clit as you slowly adjusted to his size. You moaned when he bottomed out, fully inside you now. He smirked when he saw your daze eyes, your pussy so wet that he was able to thrust inside you now. He gave you no reprieve despite his gentleness, he was thrusting inside you so deep that you could feel him so deep inside you. You watched him as he quickened his phase, chasing his own high when out of nowhere, he pressed down on you clit. Your pussy gushed, sudden wetness came out of you.

Did you just…squirt? You didn’t know you could do that. Ransom looked at you in awe, his hips faltering its movement as he stared down at your core, before he moaned and buried himself deeper in you.

He was moaning in your ear, his manly groan adding to your desire. His muscular arms were braced on either side of your head as he thrusted into you. His hips started losing its rhythm, you knew he was close.

“R-Ran,” you called his attention, “pull out!”

He thrusted deep, holding himself inside you as if controlling himself. He looked at you, he looked like he was debating himself before he pulled out just in time to release his cum on your pussy lips.

He watched his mark on you. And he knew one thing, it was that from now on, there was no chance that he would ever let you go.

He made you come so many times, that you almost passed out. That night, Ransom gathered you in his strong arms, holding you near him. He kissed your forehead gently, whispering to you how much he loved his wife, you.

The next morning, he woke up without you. Your ring laid on the bedside table.

This is to say that this is just a story made by a fan and in no way do I own the franchise. 

[atveren]

Monstadt and Liyue boys: You fall asleep on them, and they fall asleep on you. Plus a bonus for some of them!

Diluc, Venti, Kaeya, Albedo, Chongyun, Kazuha, Childe, Aether, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, Scaramouche

No Warnings

Headcanons, Gender Neutral (They/Them, You/Yours)

A spoiler for We Will Be Reunited in Aether’s second story, but its vague

Diluc

You fall asleep on them

It was a tiring day of commisions and the like, but you wanted to spend at least some time with your boyfriend. He was rambling on and on about his day and other stressful things that you could’t help but doze off. It took him a bit to notice, but when he did, he blushed. He knew the sofa wasn’t the most comfortable and gently carried you to your room, placing you on your bed, tucking you in. As he turned to leave, you clung to sleeve, silently asking him to stay. He gently nodded, and crawled in next to you. You and him both slept better than ever before.

They fall asleep on you

It was basically the reverse, but you couldn’t carry him, and just curled up next to him, drifitng off with his arms wrapped around you. He looked calm, and at peace. He genuinely trusted you. When he woke up, he blushed. He didn’t move until you woke up, and if you did before him he would apologise, face still tinted red. You forgave him, giving him a soft kiss. It was moments like this he adored, just being able to show his soft side. It was also a small gossip among the maids for about two days, but he never found out.

Bonus: PDA opinion

Not a huge fan of PDA, but if someone’s getting too touchy, won’t hesitate to pull you close. And show off his vision. If he’s around Kaeya, like at the tavern, he doesn’t mean to be rude but may slightly ignore your affections, just to spare you both from the teasing. Afterwards, will kiss your forehead and apologise, explaining his reasons. You forgave him, as always. You did understand, Kaeya was a menace at times.

Venti

You fall asleep on them

You were rested in his lap, as he played his Lyre. The tune was so calming, you weren’t particularly tired but drifted off. It took Venti awhile to notice. Only when he asked if you wanted to go for a walk, and you didn’t reply, did he notice. The bard didn’t wish to wake you, and let the lyre vanish into the winds. He let out a soft ‘Ehe~’ before leaning against the tree, and playing with your hair. He did drift off soon, with a comfortable expression.

They fall asleep on you

It was a late night, and you were carrying Venti back from the bar, as he was far too drunk to get home on his own. You got home and changed, your boyfriend laughing and waiting for you. You walked over to him on the bed, before wrapping your arms around his small frame, and pulling him close. You talked for a bit to him, noticing he had fallen asleep when he cuddled closer and his breathing was softer. You gently laughed, kissing his forehead before falling asleep yourself.

Bonus: PDA opinion

Unless you don’t want it, there is a lot of PDA, he just wants everyone to know your his beloved! Will cuddle or hug or kiss you anywhere from on the streets, to the tavern to the middle of the forest. His favourite place to cuddle with you, is of course, Windrise. He loves to rest with you there.

Kaeya

You fall asleep on them

You couldn’t help it! Despite the captain’s cryo vision, he was warm. And comfortable. And..Well, you could go on and on with excuses. It happened when you two were cuddling after a pretty tough day for the both of you. You tried to stay awake, but failed. He noticed quickly, with a chuckle. “Oh? Falling for me yet again..Adorable.” He kissed your forehead, and stayed awake, mainly because he had more work to do. He decided to put you to bed first, not wishing you to be uncomfortable.

They fall asleep on you

Similiar to Venti, you had to walk him home from the tavern. You struggled a bit, as he was somehow more clingy than you expected. You did get home, but not without struggle. “(Name)~” Kaeya whined, as you lead him to your room, letting him stay there. You knew what he wanted, and stayed. You leaned against the headboard, Kaeya clinging to your side. You stroked his hair until he fell asleep. You fell asleep soon as well. He was embarrassed when you mentioned how he acted, but played it off like it was intentional.

Bonus: PDA opinion

Another one for PDA. He’s flirty in public, but will stop or tone it down if you ask, he doesn’t want to make you discomforted, after all. He wouldn’t hesitate to be even more clingy if somebody was bothering you. Kaeya loves you, and will never let you think otherwise.

Albedo

You fall asleep on them

Albedo knew you didn’t understand much about the experiment he was explaining, but was glad you listened to him. “And that’s how...” He trailed off, noticing you were asleep on his shoulder. “I suppose it was a boring topic for them..” He muttered with a smile. He didn’t want to wake you, knowing how important sleep was for you, so he gently pulled you in his lap and wrapped his arms around you. Resting his head on your shoulder, he too fell asleep. His body was warm, a difference to the cold air of Dragonspine, and a nice one. Or, maybe it was just the fire that flickered in the background.

They fall asleep on you

You had begged the Chief Alchemist to take a break, as he had been working for a week straight. Albedo had deniend the need for rest, but the bags under his eyes said otherwise. He eventually gave in and you pat the sofa, with a happy smile. It wasn’t long that you felt a weight against your chest, and saw he was asleep. “I told you so..” You said, rolling your eyes in a loving manner. You stayed awake to make sure he stayed asleep, and he did until the morning, where he thanked you. You could never get his sleeping face out your mind, it was absolutely precious, and it was nice seeing him so at ease.

Chongyun

You fall asleep on them

Chongyun was rambling about some encounter he almost had with a spirit, but you weren’t paying much attention, only listening to the sound of his voice. He noticed when you leaned against his shoulder, eyes shut and breathing soft. He didn’t want to move, despite him beginning to overheat. He tried to gently move you so he could get a popsicle, but when he heard you mumble, he froze. The exorcist didn’t move, at all. He waited until you woke up, which wasn’t pleasent and he didn’t feel the best afterwards. When you noticed, you were quick to apologise and grab him one, coming up with excuses. Chongyun forgave you, he couldn’t stay mad (not that he was), at you anyway.

They fall asleep on you

Xingqiu had pranked him with a far too spicy dish and you were thankfully there, able to quickly get the situation under control and help your boyfriend. You both went back to your place, as it was getting late. You were talking, and before you knew it he was passed out agaisnt you. You couldn’t blame him, it was rather stressful earlier and he was burnt out. You gently kissed his forehead before carrying him to your room and laying down next to him. When he woke up, he was blushing, but still was calm. It surprised him, a lot.

Kazuha

You fall asleep on them

Beidou has agreed to let you come with on the next voyage they went on, and so you were pretty happy. It was a few nights in, and you and Kazuha were talking. You were leaned against him, and he had an arm around you. It was late, and it was to be expected but you drifted off to the sound of his voice, the ocean crashimg against the boat and the wind. Kazuha noticed instantly, and smiled. Beidou walked onto the deck, about to say something when he gave a small wave, asking her to be quiet. She nodded, deciding it could wait and left you two alone again.

They fall asleep on you

You hadn’t joined them this time, waiting for your beloved instead. When he got back, you were both quick to leave and talk elsewhere, which was your home. You rambled about what had happened in the mean time, while he listened. After falling asleep, he looked even more peaceful. You were happy to rest with him, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before you both would leave again.

Childe

You fall asleep on them

The harbinger had gotten some free time, and was spending it dragging you through the harbour. It was a rather long day, and you were exhausted by the time you got home. You sat on the couch, with your beloved. You were talking for awhile before the exhaustion kicked in and you dropped against his shoulder. Tartaglia didn’t expect this, and shot up, assuming you were trying to attack him, (for some reason, maybe to keep him on guard.) That was not the case, and you were thrown to the floor because of physics, and hit it, harshly. He was embarrassed to say the least, and in your moment of exhausted anger, you did smack his shoulder. He found it fair. Childe was forgiven, but only because he let you sleep in his lap instead.

They fall asleep on you

Childe returned home after a long day of training new recruits. He curled up in bed next to you. You spoke for awhile, until exhaustion set in for him, and he fell asleep. You considered pettily waking him up, like he’d done to you, but when you saw his peaceful and loving expression, you couldn’t. You kissed his cheek before falling asleep as well. His arms wrapped more around you in your shared slumber, and he was grateful when he woke that you’d let him rest. He still felt bad about the other day, and was trying to make it up to you.

Aether

You fall asleep on them

Aether had invited you to the teapot, and you were in his room. Paimon was there too, but she was eating something in the kitchen area, leaving you two alone for now. It was awhile later that you had grown tired, and Aether had as well. He opened his arms and let you cuddle close. This was all fine and dandy until Paimon entered the room. “Aether! We’re out of sticky honey roast!!!” She mentioned, practically yelling. You let out a tired and confused mumble, being awoken by the yelling. Aether gently hushed you, and covered your ears. “Paimon, if you don’t shut up right now..I will tell Xianling to turn you into emergency food. That is a threat.” He said, his tone tired but harsh. Paimon squeaked and quickly left. You were both undisturbed for the rest of the night.

They fall asleep on you

Aether entered your home, and he seemed distraught. He explained everything that happened with his sister, and sobbed into your arms. You were worried, and let him cry it out. You noticed Paimon was no-where to be seem and assumed he’d asked to be alone. It took awhile, but his breathing slowed and he’d..well he’d cried himself to sleep. You were just glad he was mostly uninjured, gently stroked his hair, hoping to keeo him asleep. It worked, as he slept throught the night fully.

Xiao

You fall asleep on them

You had spent the day at the balcony of Wangshu Inn, waiting for you adepti boyfriend. It had been a slow day, but you hadn’t slept much and were tired. This didn’t stop you from offering a bright smile as your beloved appeared. You both talked about what things you’d seen recently, and as always he was a bit shy. You wished you could’ve told him that you were tired, but you didn’t want to waste what time you had with Xiao. It was well into the evening when you felt your tiredness kick in, and you fell asleep, against him. It surprised the Adeptus, and before either of you knew it, he vanished. You woke up instantly, and looked around for him. You sighed with a bit of disappointment, you wanted to apologise, and weren’t sure how.

They fall asleep on you

It was days later he made an appearance again, you rushed over to him, apologising on repeat. Xiao softly hushed you, guilt in his eyes. He’d spoken to Verr Goldet, and she’d told him the best course of action. He’d let you hold him, and both of you eventually drifted off, he apologised again in the morning. You’d already forgiven him. Plus, the fact he’d let you get so close and even hold him in his sleep was proof he trusted you.

Xingqiu

You fall asleep on them

It was an agreed date, you could rest and he would read. Plus, you’d be in each other’s company, which was great for the both of you. Xingqiu let you rest against him as he read, encouraging you to get the sleep you needed. You were a bit suspicious, assuming this would be some prank, but trusted him anyway. That proved to be a mistake, as when you awoke and walked back, you recieved odd looks. You didn’t understand until you got to your mirror, and saw the small doodles he’d drawn on your face. You were embarrassed, heavily. You swore to get your revenge.

They fall asleep on you

Xingqiu entered your home, it was a long day for him. All he really wanted was just to cuddle you and go to bed. You offered a sweet smile, scooching over and letting him lay next to you. After he fell asleep, you wondered on your revenge. It seemed fate had other plans as you fell asleep as well. When he woke up first, he’d expected you to have gotten some form of revenge, but noticing nothing had changed, he did feel a bit bad. When you awoke, he apologised and promised to let you rest normally next time. And when that time came, he kept his word. He didn’t want to upset you too badly, after all he was always big on chivalry.

Zhongli

You fall asleep on them

Zhongli spoke of more stories, history and the like, you normally loved listening to him and were always interested, but you’d stayed up a bit too late and were tired. You sat on his lap, as he told another one of the things that had happened in his long life. He noticed you fell asleep when your usual questions never came. He chuckled softly, kissing your forehead. He carried you to bed, and tucked you in. The archon though for a moment, before deciding to join you.

They fall asleep on you

The atmosphere was relaxed, and Zhongli wrapped his arms around you. You smiled, leaning against his chest. He rested his head on top of yours, and shuts his eyes. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he did. You didn’t mind, and let the archon rest. If anything, you were glad to be getting so much rest with him, something told you that others weren’t so lucky.

Scaramouche

You fall asleep on them.

It was rare moments you were able to rest with the harbinger, but you never took them for granted. You would clear your schedule when he was free, knowing Scaramouche was a busy person. The one thing you couldn’t change was your energy levels, and you were exhausted. The past week you’d done nothing but work, and rarely slept. But when he notified you he was free, you rushed over. You’d managed to hide your sleepiness so far, knowing how against physical affection he was. But your eyes grew heavy, and you dropped against him. He froze up for a moment, before shoving you off. He hadn’t even registered you were exhausted nor that you had fallen asleep. You blinked, staring at him befofe muttering a small apology and that you had to go, not wanting to bother him. He realised he messed up, and hoped to be able to let you forgive him.

They fall asleep on you

It was another time you were both thankfully free, and he had asked to meet at your place. You had nervously agreed. Upon entering, the first thing he did was apologise, which was a surprise in itself. Then after the small bit you talked, you noticed he seemed tired. He had mentioned he wanted to make it up to you...You moved closer, which confused the harbinger, before you wrapped your arms around him. He was about to protest, before you reminded him of what he had said. He nodded, with a sigh...but he had to admit, he was comfortable..and maybe this wasn’t so bad. His eyes eventually closed, and he had guessed you would shove him off like he’d done to you..but all you did was offer a smile, holding your boyfriend closer, before falling asleep yourself.