#i just didn’t want to drag it on for too long heh

[kdh-tally]

Huntr/x and Saja Boys Headcannons!!!

This was requested (Here's a summary) : I was wondering if you could do an open world fanfic? Where the saja boys are able to return to the human world since they wouldnt be demons no longer (the defeat of gwi nam). The fansign scene left me STARVING. LIKEEE mystery x zoey and baby being the wingman (nonchalantly ofc) romance x mira x abby (YOU CAN DECIDE WHO GETS WITH MIRA BTW NO WORRIES ❤️) and ofc our NUMBER ONE JINU X RUMI

No idea how long this was but here's my first head cannon thingy :D

The Aftermath

Jinu, the sweet little self-sacrificing boy just shows up one day in the label lobby like hi ☺️☺️ and everyone freezes in place.

Rumi blinks and leaves the room.

Baby, the maknae (youngest member), is like “I’m not crying you’re crying shut up bro.”

The boys don’t question it too hard because they’re just happy he’s back. And now they get to keep playing the hot idol boy group. 

Not that they cared about their fans or anything…

(Spoiler: they love the idol life. They just pretend to be tired.)

Both Huntrix and Saja Boys are definitely under the same entertainment company now. Same building, Same dorm hall, Shared lounges and practice rooms.

This also means people keep taking other peoples stuff. 

Mira wanted to eat the ramen she left on the counter only 3 minutes ago? Too bad, Romance took the cup and left a sticky note: “sorry pinkie. u snooze u starve - R”

The girls didn’t even know when the boys were signed. 

“Wait, are you saying the weird tall guy who always takes my food is one of the Saja Boys??” Mira glances over at Bobby in confusion.

“We’ve been working above them this whole time!!??”

Rumi definitely avoided the whole label for WEEKS once she found out Jinu was alive again.

Abby saw her in the stairwell once when heading to dance practice and she legit LEAPT over the railing to avoid him seeing her.

There will be prank wars.

Rumi suggests it by accident one day, wanting to ensure that Gwi-Ma is sealed forever. “We should just move back into the dorms so we can spy on them.”

Zoey, seeing this as a way to have more fun, gets so hyped, "or we move in so we can BOTHER them!!"

Next thing you know, Huntrix is back in their old dorm and they’re not even subtle about their pranks.

Within the first week?

Baby’s toothbrush gets replaced with a glitter-coated pacifier.

Mystery wakes up to “Zoey was here ;P” written in red lipstick on his mirror. (He stares at it for a good five minutes before wiping it off.)

Jinu goes to work out one day in the company gym only to find that all the motivational posters have been replaced with an image of his head photoshopped onto a barbie doll....

The boys retaliate.

Romance reroutes the girls’ shower water to freezing cold.

Abby writes them a sweet apology note then leaves stink bombs under their couch cushions. (Mira is fuming, cause how DARE he mess with her couch???)

Baby? He would bake them cookies that taste amazing but are actually mild laxatives. He says “oopsie” but is smiling too hard.

Daily Interactions That Would Definitely Happen

Dance Practice:

Somehow both groups would be scheduled to use the practice room at the same time.

Zoey and Mystery would argue over who gets to use the bluetooth speaker first.

Rumi walking in, seeing Jinu sweaty from practice, walking OUT.

Abby quietly waits to stretch but then gets dragged into a Mira vs Romance (she's getting him back for stealing her ramen).

Company Lounge:

Baby would be snacking mid-meeting, sharing with some Zoey (his fellow rapper) and not offering Mystery anything just to start some trouble.

Rumi chooses to sit on the farthest end of the couch from Jinu but he moves closer anyway.

“Mind if I sit here?”

"Um- no! I don't know. Yo-you can do whateeeeeever you want... Heh"

Recording Studio:

Zoey overhears Mystery’s guide vocal and straight up complains. “Ugh. Why is he good at everything.”

He just smirks in the booth (he heard her). She’s blushing. He knows.

Abby helps Mira rehearse her lines in the hallway. Romance pops in with a “need help, pinkie?” and gets hit with her script binder.

Little Scenes

Baby constantly catching Zoey and Mystery coming up with lyrics together in one of the solo-practice rooms. He'd shake his head and walk by, “Not my business.”

(It becomes his business. He’s taking mental notes as to how to set them up.)

Late-night rooftop talks between Rumi and Jinu.

Both of them still haven’t completely come to terms with their demon (and half-demon) heritage.

She’s still so unsure about everything but he's incredibly devoted to her.

“Even when I disappeared I still remember how I felt about you. I mean, I literally gave you my soul” he lets out a small laugh

“Shut up before I cry, you idiot.” (she's already crying into his hoodie)

Romance tries to convince Abby to dye his hair a different colour so that only he matches with Mira.

The Fans

The fans believe the whole “Huntrix vs Saja Boys” rivalry was just a clever concept planned out since the Saja Boys debut.

“Whoa, two groups with an epic fantasy backstory??”

No one knows what actually happened.

They think Jinu’s re-appearance is just him coming back from a long hiatus after health complications.

Little do they know he literally reincarnated.

Fansign Events

Mystery x Zoey Moments (Constant Sarcasm)

A fan is literally spewing so many questions at them “Your concept is sooo realistic. How did you learn to hold swords like that?”

Zoey -> “Extensive training.”

Mystery -> “Yeah. In the mountains. With wolves.”

Zoey -> “That’s why you’re always barking at people huh?"

“I don’t bark at the fans-”

“There’s an hour long youtube compilation of you just-”

Anyways…

A fan brings Mystery a vampire plushie and he just stares at it.

“Do I… give off vampire?”

Zoey shrugs, “I mean, you got the pale skin, hidden eyes, sharp teeth for biting your fans. It’s a fair assumption.”

The fan squeals

Rumi x Jinu (Secret Soulmates)

A fan asks the two “Rumi, you’ve worked with Jinu before right?”

“You could say that.” she smiles while signing their album.

She really means “We literally fought a huge magical demon fire thing side-by-side and he sacrificed himself for me.”

Jinu signs an album with “I’ll protect you forever 😉” and winks at a fan.

Rumi gives him a NASTY side eye and playfully whispers at the fan “He’s not even that charming.”

She is beet red. 

The fan is dying of laughter.

Most fans have a theory that they were cast as rivals in a music video storyline that never ended up being released.

Mira x Romance x Abby Triangle (Pink Trio)

I feel like fans would call them Pink Crayons or something like that cause they all have pink hair.

Fan: “What’s your favorite memory between both groups?”

Abby -> “When we survived our first tour.”

Romance -> “When we survived our first battle-”

Mira, while grinning at the fan, KICKS HIS SHIN UNDER THE TABLE

Romance -> “I MEANT fan battle. On Twitter. With hashtags. Obviously.”

Abby smiles so kindly at fans that they start calling him a “gentle giant.”

Baby Being a single wingman & Secret Keeper

Fans: “What’s it like sharing a company with Huntrix?”

“Loud. Dangerous. Very cursed. I mean—cozy.”

He’s so calm, seeing as he’s the only one who wasn’t being shipped.

He didn’t mind watching his other group members flirting all the time (maybe just a little bit…)

“You know Mystery sleeps like he’s guarding a portal to hell. Kidding. Unless…?”

The fans know he’s the comedic relief between both groups.

Zombie Apocalypse?

Fan: “What would you do in a zombie apocalypse?”

Zoey -> “Take Mira and Rumi and run.”

Mystery -> “I’d already have a plan.”

Abby -> “I’d distract the zombies with my gorgeous muscles.” Proceeds to flex.

Jinu -> “Obviously I’m saving my pets first,”

Rumi -> “Your pets? You still haven’t named them??”

Jinu -> “It takes timeeeeee”

Mira -> “Grabbing my couch, grabbing zoey and running.”

Rumi -> “What about me 🥺”

Mira -> “Jinu won’t let you die so i’m not that worried”

Baby -> “I am the apocalypse.”

Romance -> “What does that even mean–”

[screampied]

can you please please write manhandling & squirting w gojo :(

❤︎ ໋𓈒 telling your best friend satoru that you can’t make yourself squirt

warnings. fem! reader, manhandling, praise, fingering, talking you through it, rev cowgirl, dirty talk, squírting, mdni.

legs sprawled, toes all curled up, you were desperately trying to make yourself squirt. it’s never happened to you and you wanted to experience what it was like—you read through various erotic stories of how it feels way different than just your everyday ordinary orgasm. with your teeth softly digging against your bottom lip, your fingers gently rummage throughout and against your clit. after a while though, you end up sighing—on the verge of giving up before as if on literal cue, your best friend gojo opens the door.

“hey, is it any more . . oh! uh,” he’d murmur, walking in on you with your legs sprawled all open. gojo suppresses a giggle that was about to escape from his lips before he utters. “. . . should i come back another time? you seem busy.”

there was smugness dripping underneath his tone and you were far too aroused to feel embarrassed. “no,” you puff. “i need help, satoru.”

“yeahh you seem like it,” he snickers. running a hand through his hair, he hums to himself before his eyes avert towards your lazily slid to the side panties. “is that what you call fingering yourself?”

“. . . shut up,” you chastise, and his sly smirk only widens. gojo stares at you for a long while before inching closer towards you—plopping down beside you. the mattress jolts a bit from his weight and he cocks his head to the left in pure amusement. “i need help. i can’t … i can’t squirt.”

gojo sneers. “oh, you sure can. you just don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, angel, heh.”

he had such a smart mouth, the dramatically frustrated sigh that deserts past your lips was too adorable—in his eyes at least.

the way you were so dedicated to making yourself have a proper finish was so cute . . but you couldn’t, you needed his help—you wanted his help.

“hm but okay,” he shrugs with a cheeky grin, getting right beside you. gojo lightly grabs your wrist, peering at how you’d already soak two of your digits with sloppy amounts of slick before he titters. “aw, poor thing. these useless fingers just can’t do shit, huh?”

“just fucking help me.” you grouse at him, a pouty scowl ceasing against your lips firmly.

“fine, girl fine,” he rolls his eyes. “i’ll take it from here.”

and he does because once he starts to ‘help’ you, it’s in a way that has you merely speechless.

with your neck slightly whirling towards the left, you’re mindlessly bouncing up at down on his thick cock. you’re faced the opposite way, your back leans up against his chest. gojo holds you up with no problem, a brief squeeze on your thighs and you start to whimper at how close his fat tip thwacks against a particularly sensitive spot.

“f— fuckk, ‘toru,” you’d whimper out, feeling him reach the deep components inside of you.

so deliciously good, you felt a few droplets of your own saliva trickle past your lips as you slump back against him. “so deep, stuffin’ me f— full, ‘toru.”

“. . . hah,” he pants heavily, tensed abs flexing each time he drags you up and down. he’s treating you like a rag doll. you didn’t expect him to do all this, having you all up and down. although, who were you to complain—he was reaching every spot without an ounce of trouble. “guess i can reach better than those fingers ever could, hm angel?”

“y—yes, yesss,” you stammer, your voice all shaky, trembling on each syllable that you spat out. “satoru, harder. fuck me, f—fuckkk me.”

you repeat the same words out your spit-glossed lips. with such a firm grip, he’s making your hips slam up and down—such a rigorous rhythm…

you try to grind a bit against him but you only end up slouching against his bare chest. it was simply no secret, gojo was known to be lengthy, longer than thick when it came to his cock. every orifice, he makes sure to locate every spot inside of your gummy walls with the crown of his shaft.

gush after gush, you’re spasming on him and you make a cute attempt at grabbing his wrist, clammy hands piercing into his skin. “s-so good, more ‘toru. right there, pleaseee . . !”

“i got ya.” he huffs, warm breaths waft right up against your earlobe. he’s holding you in place, each time he bounces you up again and again.

your eyes do that cute thing where it rolls all the way back into your cranium. it’s cute, lewd . . but cute.

with your pretty pupils dilated, all you see is nothing but pure splotches of white. his cock’s buried so deep that you’re stuck in a trance, a trance you never wanted to escape from.

“. . . awww,” he purrs against your ear, a big hand softly cupping your chin. he feels some of your translucent spit pour down the sides of your lips before smearing it over your mouth with his thumb. “such a messy baby. you feel it comin’ don’t you?” he teases, nipping a kiss near your neck once you squeeze his wrist a tad bit tighter. “oh. you want me to hold your hand, is that it?”

“sato—ru,” you whine, a cute trembly voice making a special appearance.

but oh, the stretch…

it was so good simply divine.

each second is spent with gojo’s dick delving into your clenched walls. a syrupy ear ringing whimper snatches right out of your throat before you speak once more, “satoru, ‘toru, s—satoru.”

“hey, that’s me,” he grunts with a coy grin, feeling how well you clamp down on him—of course, he’d make a joke out of nearly anything. you’re like a bobbling doll, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight before within seconds, your thighs began to quaver.

with your legs quavering, it was as if a volcano was preparing to erupt. violently, your legs start to tense and you’re steadily pulsing and pulsing. something’s coming and it’s coming fast…

it had to be exactly what you were thinking. it felt a bit different though. pressure presses down against you and you feel gojo’s fingers intertwine with yours. “heh, you’re kinda dramatic, huh?” he teases—and right before he can give you another snarky reply, he brings your hips to an abrupt halt. teeth chomping down together, your jaw insignificantly tightens and you feel a certain sharp twinge for at least three and a half seconds.

“i- i’m about to s-squirt, ‘toru,” you warn him, and he nips another chaste kiss near the crook of your neck.

“nuh uh. you’re going to squirt, trust me. give it to me, yeah. grind against me ‘n just listen to my voice, mhm.”

his voice.. just the way he spoke to you in such a playfully deep tone was enough to make you finish on the spot.

gojo holds you still. he’s still buried deep inside. stuffing you fill of hefty inches before he brings a hand towards your swollen puffy entrance. “damn, she really is so fuckin’ sloppy,” he grunts, starting to maneuver slow circles against your pussy. he makes haste with it though, and your lips part before moaning once you even hear the evidence yourself.

squelch, squelch, squelch..

it’s loud, it rings throughout your ears—each time, it’s louder than the next. he’s so sloppy with it too, no shame whatsoever. gojo then drags a soft thumb down your slit that was just sopping. everything felt so fervent - the way he’d strum his fingers against your cunt, only to then give it a concise spank.

“s-satoru, fuckkk.” you’d gasp, leaning way back with your legs still sprawled, “i—”

“now—don’t be rude, angel. she’s tryna speak to me, let her do her thing, baby,” and he clearly referring to your dripping wet pussy. he continues, rubbing against your clit at a much more rapid speed now. your legs could barely hold themselves open. mouth twitching, you feel a rupture on the very brink of rippling out of you before his spanks against your pussy come again, and again, and again…

“sloppy girl with a sloppy … fuckin’ … cunt.”

his words get more raspy and degrading and he’s way too into it to pause. with a thumb slowly tickling against your spasming nub, he watches at you moan a shrieking whine before not even seconds later, it happens. you gush out, and it’s a lot to where you even dampen gojo’s lap. thankfully he was prepared, keeping a towel underneath you just in case you were a bit too much of a soaked.

and soaked you were, it felt so good that you didn’t even know what to say… more like, you didn’t know what to think.

your mind was blank, equivalent to an empty canvas. he’s so mean, whispering such filthy murmurs into your ear before he lets you ride out your orgasm.

wet, you felt that entire word right between your legs. gojo’s still playing with you, cock stuffing your pussy full to the very brim before he feels you bare around him.

“. . seeeee,” he pants, humming in a soft tune.

he squeezes your folds tighter just to hear that honeyed mewl rip from your sweet lips. he gradually pulls out and now you’re just laying back against his chest with the dumbest expression. “told ya you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” he chaffs before making you turn your neck, dragging you into a deep kiss.

it catches you by surprise, you connect your lips against his and that’s when he makes you fall back. you watch with glossy eyes before he then grabs ahold of chin with one hand, brushing it tenderly against your skin. “say ah, open that pretty mouth for me ‘n taste what a messy girl you are.”

you felt your heartbeat go straight between your legs. once you loll out your tongue for him, staring right into his bright cerulean irises, he stuffs your mouth with two fingers. the same fingers that were covered in nothing but your sweet wet arousal. “yeah, run that tongue around my fingers ‘n taste it all, baby.”

you moan, swirling your tongue alongside his digits before you briefly end up gagging at the tips of his fingers massaging against the very back part of your throat.

“good girl,” he whispers—pulling his fingers out real slowly, he does this purposeful. a sheeny trail of your glistening saliva follows out from your lips before he gives you another long kiss before departing. “now, let’s do it again. but this time,” he utters, making you lie back against your back. “i’ll make you squirt just from my tongue, angel. let’s make that cute squirt velocity a little stronger, hm?”

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Playing with naruto boys hair ──☆*:・ﾟ

Slightly suggestive (kankuro ofc)

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He loves attention so honesty he is down for anything. Weither your petting his head or braiding it he will always rub into your hand like a little puppy😭 he doesn’t beg for you to play with his hair but he never refuses the offer~

You were braiding his hair while he slowly fell asleep, thinking he was already asleep you started to talk to yourself “ ugh your so cute with your fluffy hair” you whisper “tsk, and you think it makes you look like a hedgehog, a cute hedgehog if anything~” then you can hear him giggle and turn a soft pink “oh my god your awake?!” “Hehehehe…yeahhh” “thanks y/n~”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He thinks he’s so tough and mostly it is but when he gets all soft with you late at night all he wants is to cuddle and for you to play with his hair. He just lays on your chest and when you don’t start playing with his hair he will clear his throat in a very dramatic way!

“AEhemHHHH” “…yes?” “Well? Arent you going to…?” “Huh?” “Play with my hair y/n!!!” “Ohhhhh! I knew that I just wanted to hear you say it~” “Y/N!” You giggle at his neediness 

Itachi🥀-*

Straight forward, to the point, just “play with my hair.” And that’s it. He can be very timid but most of the time he’s not ashamed to ask for things!

“Y/n? My darling?” “Yes?” He sits down infront of you “can you play with my hair?” You reach down and kiss his hair softly “of course!” And you drag your fingers through his soft hair you ask “anything else baby?” He whimpers softly at the head massage “I love you y/n…” you giggle “I love you too!”

Kakashi🍃-*

Every time you see his hair down it’s just an urge to go up to him a play with it, it looks so soft honestly! You never have before but one day after he takes a nice shower and walk out with his hair down and freshly dried you just had to ask!

“Why are You staring at me y/n? You think I’m that handsome?~” he teases “well you are handsome but I’m just looking at your hair” “ah why?” “It looks so soft!” “Oh!…want to touch it?” He walks over to you bowing his head in front of you while giving you cute puppy eyes. You reach for a strand of his hair and just as you thought it was soft as silk! “Oh my god what conditioner do you use babe?” He giggles while sitting down next to you, not moving his head away from your loving hand. You sat there playing with his hair for hours!

Kiba🐺-*

He always sees how excited akamaru gets when you pet him so he kinda wondered what if felt like, but he didn’t want to be weird so he didn’t know how to ask. So he didn’t ask!

“What’s up kibaa?” “Hey y/n!!” He lays down on your lap which he does often but this time he did something different “can I have your hand y/n?” “Of course puppy!” He grabs your hand and immediately places it on his head waiting for you to get the hint. “Uh? Heh what are you doing…OHHHHH you want me to play with your hairrr how cutee!!” “Shut up y/n!!! Gosh cant a guy get some pets without being teased.” You laugh at his response. But you gladly gave him all the pets he wanted! (Akamaru was jealous)

Shikamaru🀄️-*

Similar to kakashi, you rarely see his hair down so once you saw him relaxing in bed with his hair down you couldn’t resist

You crawl in bed with him which Suprisingly he didn’t realize, but once you started playing with the ends of his hair he opened his eyes to look at you “uh, what are you doing dear?” “Playing with your hair” “w-why?” “Because I Love You?” “Hm, Ok……can you brush it out while your at it? It’ll get frizzy and I’m to lazy to deal with it” “of course! But only if you don’t whine about it” “be gentle and I won’t whine!” He closes his eyes waiting to feel the brush softly dragging through his hair (for now on he always asks you to brush his hair)

Shino🪲-*

He doesn’t mind what you do to him as long as your happy! I feel like his hair gets frizzy in humidity and your happy to take care of it, kind of like shika. Except he asks you to help not because of the frizz he just secretly likes your hands on his hair

He walks up to you after a fresh shower and hands you a comb, detangle stray and a normal brush. You look up at him a little lost just to see his hair poofy and slightly curled “…do you want me to do your hair?” “Yes I don’t know how” (he does he just wants you to do it) “hm Finee, cmon sit in front of me” you took very nice care of his hair which he appreciated so much. Now most of the time when you play with his hair it just turns into you playing salon with him (LOL)

Neji🎋-*

I’ve said it before he loves it when you play with his hair but he will never ask. Normally he just sits next to you and play with his own hair until you do it for him. He thinks he’s so sneaky when he does it but in reality it’s so obvious he wants your attention

He’s currently braiding the ends of his hair which he never does so you knew what he wanted already “neji what are you doing sweetheart?” “Just braiding my hair” He looks up at you with a small smirk hoping you caught on “oh ok!…may I help?” “YES” “…” “uhm I mean…sure!” He’s not smooth at all but let’s just pretend he is- he just lays on his stomach and let’s you do whatever you want to his long hair. You can put it up in a bun or maybe a ponytail, whatever you pick he just likes the attention!

Lee🥋-*

He also LOVESSSS attention, love and care no matter what! He would just jump onto you and beg for you to pet him! Which you always do, especially after a long day he lovesss ittt

“Y/n-Chan! Please! I would do anything just for you to play with my hair!” You look at him for a while just to soak in his pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, but you took to long to respond so he took it as a no apparently. “PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLE-” “YES LEE OK!!” “YAY!” He tucks his head into your hand so you could hold onto his face while playing with his hair, also so he can stare at your beautiful face with love in his eyes

Choji🍥-*

Now this boy has a lot of hair, it’s a like a blanket! So sometimes you just cling to his back and bury your head into his fluffy hair. Other than cuddling into his hair you also love playing with it. One time you put them into two pig tails and he looks ADORABLE! He didn’t take them out the whole day

“Your sooooo CUTEEE AHHH” He is currently twirling his hair which you put into a cute ponytail “ya think so y/n?” “Mhm!! But let’s try something elsee” you take the band holding his hair up out gently as to not put any hair out, then you dragged both hands from his scalp all the way down his hair which made him shiver. You grabbed two pieces of his hair from the front of his head to put them into two buns. After that you took a look at his cute face. “Oh my gosh you look like a cute little bear!” “Ha little?” “Yeah your just a silly little guy!” Which made him blush. He loves moments like this

Gaara⏳-*

He is very timid with any new form of physical affection so when you suggested playing with his hair he was a little shy but also confused, why does she want to touch my hair? Is it because it’s red? He didn’t understand but was willing

“I’m ok with you touching my hair I’m just wondering why?” You smile at his curiosity “it’ll feel good sweetheart, I’ll give you a nice head massage~” he likes massages so that comforted him a little. Once you made contact with his hair he felt a little less anxious. “Feel good?” His eyes softened while he turned drowsy “yes…thank you” he fell asleep not to far into the massage, but now you know any time he has trouble sleeping you could put him to sleep by playing with his hair

Kankuro🪆-*

I’ve said before he LOVES his hair, you rarely get to touch is. But he will let you touch it if you pull it play with it which he does like but never admits it

“Why would I let your touch my glorious hair!” “You let me pull it last night?” “SHUP UP?!” Teasing him is always fun so you get a laugh out of it, but you do really want to play with his hair “no serious let me play with it! I promise you’ll love ittt~” “Ughhhh fineeeee” he mumbled while he sits on his knees infront of you. Once you actually started playing with it He visibly relaxed “told you you’d love ittt” “I don’t love it! I just…yeah fine you win I love it”

[charliedawn]

What if the nurse was bad ?

I thought…What if Nurse Y/N turned out to be a VILLAIN. 😀

Synopsis: There was the rumour of Nurse Y/N going insane and it influenced the slashers to act…differently.

Jason Voorhees

The first one to lose his mind was Jason. He felt it from the start as you became distant and your thoughts darkened. He tried to help you. You were their hope and their light in darkness. He thought he could help, that you would get better. But nothing he did seem to work, and it only made him feel worse and worse as you started growing distant and more insane as time passed. Soon enough, he became more violent himself and some of the nurses noticed his slow return to his old self. And then, he became YOUR monster. He started protecting you and return to his complete muteness and murderous self…He would attack nurses and no word or anything could stop him…And you would simply watch with a smile on your face. The medical board tried to stop you, but it was no use. You were too far gone. At the end, the slashers were back to their old selves and there was nothing to bring you back from the madness that was slowly taking over you.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was the second to notice your sudden change. You were being more commanding and your eyes no longer held that same kindness he had grown to love. You seemed so cold. But, he still wanted to believe…Brahms still remained your friend until the very end—even when he saw that there was no turning back for you. At the end, he started returning in the walls and make more victims within the hospital. He would drag nurses or random people in his walls and they would never come back. Your own instability echoed within him and the rage and the loss and the suffering returned.

At the end, he dropped to his knees in front of you—his hands covered in blood after you had told him to kill for you. He looked up at you and his eyes held only one question within their depth.

Why ?

Brahms was scared.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo started spacing out at random times. He would get angry for no reason and destroy furniture. At night, he would hold his head and scream as he felt his thoughts turning dark and murderous. He didn’t know why. He had been happy for a few years in St Louis—free from pain. He had just started accepting that things were going to change and he could be happy…but then, he had sensed this sudden unease and unexpected shift. He looked up at you and his eyes widened as he saw you standing there.

"Darlin’. Please…I…" He wanted to ask for your help and held out his hand…but then you smiled. And it wasn’t your usual cheerful or friendly smile. It was a mocking one. A cruel one.

And that’s when he understood and Bo who had never felt anything but pain and suffering and who thought he couldn’t get any worse…was proven wrong. Because nothing hurt more than being offered hope and being deprived of it. In the end, Bo became more dangerous than ever. His rage had no outlet except through violence, and he took it out on anyone who dared cross you. He would protect you, but deep down, he hated what you had become—and what you were turning him back into.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy had always suspected there was a darker side to you. Sure, you acted like the saint of St. Louis, helping out the slashers, showing compassion, and trying to reform them. But Freddy had been around long enough to know that no one was as pure as they seemed. When your shift started, it didn’t take him by surprise—it just confirmed what he’d been thinking all along.

"Heh, I knew it," he cackled, crossing his arms as he watched you lose that last bit of sanity. His grin widened, eyes gleaming with amusement as you stood over the bloodied remains of yet another victim. "You never really believed in all that goody-two-shoes crap, did ya ?"

You turned to him, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I did…for a while. But now I see…why change you for the better, Freddy, when I can turn you into something so far worse ?"

For once, Freddy didn’t have a snappy comeback. The realization hit him hard, the smirk faltering for a brief moment as he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but malice. You weren’t just playing the game—you had flipped the board, and now you were controlling the pieces.

"You twisted bitch," Freddy finally hissed, though there was a hint of admiration in his voice. He didn’t want to admit it, but seeing you this way made him feel…uneasy. Sure, he liked chaos, liked causing pain, but this was different. You weren’t just embracing the madness—you were becoming it.

You laughed harder and Freddy could see your true colours now. He could see…

And yet, even as the realization set in, Freddy found himself drawn to your darkness. After all, who better to lead him back into his worst impulses than you ? You were the monster now, and Freddy ? Well, he was more than happy to follow your lead, no matter where it took him.

Michael Myers

Michael felt it long before anyone else did. The subtle shift in your demeanor, the distant look in your eyes—it wasn’t something he could easily put into words, not that he ever would. He watched you from the shadows, his protective nature shifting into something more possessive, much darker. As you slipped further into madness, he stopped trying to pull you back. He just…followed.

When the first body showed up, Michael stood silently beside you, his knife gleaming in the dim light. You didn’t flinch or recoil at the sight of the blood, instead offering him a wicked smile that sent a chill down his spine. He understood then—you were no longer the guiding force, the light in his darkness. You had become the very thing that pulled him deeper into it.

From that moment on, anyone who tried to "help" you faced Michael’s blade. He would watch you from across the room, eyes cold and distant, but never leaving your side. You were his now, and nothing—not even your madness—would change that.

Pennywise

Pennywise had always seen the potential for chaos in you, even when you were at your most compassionate. So when you started to change, it didn’t come as a shock to him—it was thrilling. "Oh, my little nurse, finally embracing the madness, are we ?" he’d chuckle, floating around you with a twisted grin. He didn’t resist your transformation; instead, he fed off of it.

"Why stop at a few lives ? You and I, we could rule this world, turn everyone’s worst nightmares into reality," Pennywise teased, his voice dripping with excitement. You laughed along, your eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger for destruction.

Together, you unleashed horrors in the hospital and the world would learn to utter your name in fear. And Pennywise ? He reveled in it, proud to have been right about you all along. He became your partner in terror, following your lead as he fed on souls. All mercy and redemption gone…

But, sometimes he would look at you—really look at you—and his eyes would lose their light for just a second…For just a fleeting second, he would look at you and remember who you used to be: the innocent and loved little nurse who made slashers believe in change. And he would feel a tug in his chest.

…He would even come to regret the old you.

Penny

Penny, unlike his brother, was more confused than delighted by your change. He’d always been the more playful one, the lighthearted monster who didn’t take things too seriously. But as you grew colder, more distant, something inside him shifted too. He followed you around like a lost puppy at first, hoping you’d come back to your old self.

When it became clear that wasn’t happening, Penny grew more frantic, trying to win your approval by any means necessary. "See ? I can be bad too !" he’d shout, laughing maniacally as he tore into the nurses that tried to intervene. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t bring back the warmth in your eyes. And that scared him more than anything.

In the end, Penny followed you out of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to lose you, but he also didn’t understand this new version of you. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up. He looked at his brother one night as they were keeping your door and asked:

"Pennywise…Tell me. Are they really…Are they really gone ?"

Pennywise didn’t answer. He knew that his brother wouldn’t like his answer. So, he remained silent and Penny became sad…

He had really hoped to see you again.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent never said a word, but the change in you spoke volumes to him. He had always admired your gentleness, the way you handled things with care and grace. But now, as he watched you descend into madness, something inside him broke. His art became darker, more grotesque, reflecting the growing corruption in your soul.

Vincent would silently stand in your presence, waiting for your orders. He didn’t resist the shift; instead, he internalized it, letting it fuel his own creative darkness. The sculptures he made of the staff you ordered killed were more terrifying than anything he had ever crafted before. But still, there was a sadness in his eyes as he looked at you. He missed the old you, but he could never bring himself to fight against you.

Esther

Esther’s sharp mind was one of the first to notice your change. She watched you closely, her eyes narrowing as she began to see through the cracks in your facade. At first, she tried to manipulate you back to your old self, using her charm and wit. But as time passed, she realized it was no use.

"You think you’re smarter than me, Y/N ?" she sneered one day, her usual mask of sweetness slipping away. "You think you can out-crazy me ? I’ve been playing this game far longer than you."

In the end, Esther didn’t fight you—she adapted. She started playing her own games, twisting the narrative so that your descent into madness worked in her favor. She would help you orchestrate the chaos, but only because she had plans of her own. Esther always had plans.

Father Paul

Father Paul was devastated. As a man of faith, he had always believed in redemption, in the possibility of salvation for anyone, even the most broken souls. But as he watched you fall deeper into madness, he realized that maybe some people were beyond saving.

He would try to reach you, try to remind you of the good you had once done, but it was no use. "This isn’t you, Y/N," he’d say, his voice trembling with emotion. "You can still come back from this."

But you would just laugh, brushing him off as if his words meant nothing. Father Paul, broken by your transformation, withdrew into himself. He began to question his faith, his purpose. And in the end, he too was consumed by the darkness you had unleashed, unable to reconcile the person you had become with the one he had once believed in.

"…I truly believed you were going to save us."

He whispered—his mouth tainted with fresh blood.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman thrived on control. His routines, his polished appearance, his hollow social niceties—all carefully orchestrated to maintain his perfect image. But as he watched you, Nurse Y/N, descend into madness, he felt something shift, a crack forming in the foundation of his meticulously built world.

"You’ve changed," Patrick remarked, his voice cold and detached, as always.

You turned to him, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. "Change, Patrick ? I’d say I’m finally seeing things clearly."

Patrick tilted his head, his expression unreadable. He stared at you with a calculating gaze, as if you were just another piece of his carefully constructed reality that didn’t fit anymore. "Clarity doesn’t look like insanity," he said, though his tone betrayed no emotion.

You laughed softly, your eyes glinting with something dark. "That’s where you’re wrong. You’re always pretending, Patrick. Pretending to feel something. Pretending to fit in. But deep down, you know you’re like me."

Patrick’s gaze never wavered. He took a step closer, his face a mask of indifference, though your words hit closer to the truth than he would admit. "I’m nothing like you," he said flatly, yet there was a hint of intrigue in his voice.

"Oh, but you are," you whispered, stepping toward him. "You’ve been hiding behind that empty suit for so long, playing the role of the perfect man. But inside, you’re empty. Just like me. We’re both killers, Patrick. The only difference is, I’ve stopped pretending."

He blinked, his face as stoic as ever, but inside, something stirred. There was no rage, no fear, only a cold calculation. He didn’t care about your madness or what you had become. But there was a faint pull, the idea of relinquishing the last shred of his humanity that kept him tethered to this charade of normalcy. He was intrigued by your boldness, by how freely you had let go.

But he remained still, expressionless. "I don’t pretend," he said quietly. "I just don’t care."

You laughed again, this time louder, more manic. "And that’s what makes you dangerous, Patrick. You don’t care. You’ve never cared. But soon enough, you’ll realize how liberating that can be."

Patrick stared at you for a moment longer, no emotion flickering behind his eyes. "Liberating ?" he repeated, as if the word were foreign to him.

"Yes," you said with a smirk, turning away. "Because when you stop pretending, when you embrace what you really are, there’s nothing left to hold you back."

He didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. He’d long since stopped feeling the need to explain himself. Whatever you were becoming, whatever madness had claimed you, it didn’t concern him. You were spiraling out of control, and he would remain steady, detached. Yet, as he watched you walk away, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Because, in the end, chaos or control—it made no difference to him.

Norman Bates

Norman was never the same after witnessing the shift in you. At first, he felt a glimmer of hope in your kindness, a belief that maybe you could help him escape the shadows of his past. But that hope quickly faded as you transformed into something darker. The gentle demeanor he had grown to trust turned icy, and the warmth of your presence became a cold specter haunting him.

"Y/N ?" he ventured one night, his voice trembling. You stood amidst a room filled with remnants of your darker whims, the glint of madness shining in your eyes.

"What happened to you ?" he asked, genuinely confused and hurt. The memory of the compassion you once offered felt like a distant dream.

You tilted your head, a smile playing on your lips, but it lacked warmth. "Oh, Norman, don’t you see ? I’ve always been this way. You just never noticed until now."

Norman's heart sank as he realized that the person he trusted most had turned into a reflection of the very darkness he fought against. "But I thought we could—"

You interrupted, your voice sharp. "Could what ? Change ? Adapt ? Look at what you’ve become, Norman. You’re still clinging to that fragile sense of normalcy. But we both know it’s a façade. You are a monster. You will always be a monster."

In that moment, the realization hit him hard. He had thought you were a beacon, a chance for redemption, but instead, you were leading him down a path of destruction. And as he watched you revel in the chaos you created, he felt his own sanity begin to slip. In the end, he would become your puppet, lost to the madness you had decided to embrace.

BONUS

You jolted awake, gasping for breath, heart pounding as the vivid nightmare clung to your mind. It felt so real—the madness, the blood, the slashers losing control, becoming monsters all over again. You clutched the blanket, eyes darting around the darkened room, disoriented and shaking.

The scream you had let out echoed in the silence of the night, and before you could fully gather your bearings, the door burst open. Jason was the first to appear, his imposing figure standing in the doorway—his machete raised and at the ready. He looked around frantically for any sign of danger—but found none. He moved quickly to your side, his large hand resting awkwardly on your shoulder, trying to offer comfort in the only way he knew how.

Brahms was next, peeking from behind Jason, his eyes wide with worry. He didn't say anything—just stared, his usual playful demeanor replaced with deep concern. He slowly made his way to your side, almost afraid to get too close but desperate to offer comfort. He knelt beside you, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to touch your arm, his eyes searching yours, as if pleading for reassurance that you were okay.

Michael entered quietly, his presence felt more than seen in the dim light. He didn't rush to you immediately, his pace slow and deliberate. He observed you carefully, and then pulled out his notebook from his pocket, writing something down before showing you: What happened ?

He sat at the edge of the bed, his silent and comforting company grounding you in the moment.

Bo Sinclair appeared not long after, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern, as if he'd been dragged out of a deep sleep but couldn’t help but care. "Darlin', you alright ?" His Southern accent soft, the usual sharpness in his tone dulled by the worry in his eyes. He stood there for a moment, arms crossed, before moving to your side, brushing his hand over your hair. "Was it a nightmare ?"

Vincent slipped in quietly behind his brother, standing in the shadows. He didn’t make a sound, but his presence alone was soothing, as if he was there simply to watch over you in case you needed anything. He gave a small nod, acknowledging that he was there for you.

Freddy was last, strutting in with his usual cocky grin, but even he paused when he saw your trembling form. "Nightmares, huh ? Not my work this time, I swear," he quipped, though his voice lacked its usual venom. He leaned against the doorframe, watching the others crowd around you, before adding, "What kinda monster dreams are getting to you now ?"

But there was a strange softness in his voice, an unspoken understanding. He might have been a nightmare in the past, but seeing you like this—it wasn’t his domain. He wasn't your tormentor. Not anymore.

Jason stayed close, holding your hand gently, as if afraid to hurt you but wanting to let you know he was there. Brahms crawled up on the bed beside you, still staring at you with wide eyes, his head tilting as he kept trying to make sense of your distress. Michael’s calm, steady presence, coupled with the note in his notebook, reminded you that they were all here to protect you. Bo's hand never left your hair, his brother Vincent still watching from the corner, always there but never imposing.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, the warmth of their concern slowly easing the tension in your chest. You could see the lingering fear in their eyes—the slashers who had been transformed from nightmares themselves into...your friends.

"I’m okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly.

But Freddy, of course, wasn’t one to let it go so easily. "You sure about that, sweetheart ? Looked like hell got a hold of you."

You offered a weak smile, shaking your head. "It was just a bad dream."

Jason squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if to remind you that whatever had happened in your nightmare, this was reality now. And in this reality, they were here for you.

Michael scribbled on his notebook again, holding it up: You’re safe.

And, for the first time since waking up, you believed it. Surrounded by the once fearsome killers, you felt safe. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath…Yes. You were safe. Everything was alright. You would make sure of it…

[rip2mycarradio]

could you do a miss possessive (tate mcrae) fic for harry??

do whatever you want with it, smutty if you think it fits right

MISS POSSESSIVE

THIS IDEA IS SOOO GOOD THANK U!!!! no warnings, just some ass grabbing from harry heh…

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the lake party was buzzing—warm air thick with the scent of sunscreen, charcoal smoke, and the unmistakable pulse of a summer playlist echoing off the water. people were everywhere: draped across dock chairs, clinking bottles, slipping in and out of the lake like it was their second skin. harry had his shirt off, sunglasses on, curls damp from a dip, and that stupid, perfect smile plastered across his face as he laughed with some girl near the dock.

you watched from the back porch, drink in hand, your jaw tight. she was tall, tan, laughing too loud at a joke he hadn’t even finished, her hand lingering a little too long on his arm.

you knew harry loved you. he made that clear in a thousand quiet ways. but still—watching someone else try to sink their claws into what was yours stirred something hot and sour in your chest.

“you gonna burn a hole through the back of his head with that stare?” someone joked behind you.

“might,” you muttered, already setting your drink down.

harry turned toward you just as you walked over, and you slipped your arm casually—deliberately—around his waist, fingers dragging just under the waistband of his swim trunks. he raised an eyebrow, amused, his arm curling around your shoulders with ease.

“hey, babe,” he said, leaning to press a kiss to your temple, lips lingering. “you good?”

“mhm,” you said sweetly, staring directly at the girl as you smiled like a wolf in lipstick. “just thought i’d come say hi. didn’t want to interrupt anything.”

harry smirked, eyes flicking between you and her, fully aware of the tension. “we were just talkin’ about the water. she asked if it’s cold.”

“oh, how thoughtful,” you replied, voice smooth as honey. “i’m sure you had so much to say.”

the girl blinked, gave a tight smile, and—thank god—made up some excuse about needing another drink before disappearing into the crowd.

harry looked down at you, grinning now. “you’re jealous.”

“shut up.”

“you are,” he said, tugging you closer with both arms now, practically hugging you from the side. “s’cute.”

you elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “you let her touch you for too long.”

“she touched my arm, love, not my—”

“harry.”

“okay, okay,” he laughed, nuzzling into your neck just to be annoying. “you wanna go inside for a sec? kitchen’s quiet.”

you rolled your eyes, but followed him in anyway, slipping past a few people until the two of you were alone in the little lake house kitchen, the screen door creaking shut behind you.

he turned to face you, leaning against the counter. “didn’t like seein’ someone else talk to me?”

you crossed your arms. “i know she was into you.”

“well, that’s unfortunate,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking over. “’cause i’m into you.”

he stopped in front of you, hands settling lightly on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your sundress.

“you know that, right?” he said, softer now. “every single time. it’s you. girl could’ve stripped naked and jumped in the lake and i still would’ve looked for you.”

you didn’t say anything at first, your jaw clenched, lips twitching like you were trying not to smile.

“besides,” he added, dropping his voice, “i think your little jealous streak is sexy.”

“harry—”

“what?” he grinned, dipping his head until your noses brushed. “you get all hot when you’re mad.”

you laughed then, pushing him back playfully, but he didn’t budge. just slid his arms around you again, holding you tight as he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then finally your lips—slow and lingering, like he wanted to prove it.

harry’s hands rested lightly on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles along the soft fabric of your sundress, like he was memorizing every inch of you again. his green eyes flicked up, catching yours with that familiar mischievous glint—the one that said he knew exactly how much you were simmering beneath the surface.

“still mad?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, like he was enjoying every second of watching you squirm.

you huffed, trying to keep your cool, but your cheeks were betraying you, flushed and warm. “i’m not mad,” you said, voice a little too sharp to be convincing. “i just… didn’t like the way she was looking at you. like you were some prize she could just take.”

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against your skin, and took a slow step closer, narrowing the space between you two until you could feel the heat radiating from him. “yeah?” he murmured, his lips curling into that infuriating, charming smile. “well, good thing i already belong to someone, huh?”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t step back. “harry,” you warned, voice low now, the heat rising in your chest. “don’t get too cocky.”

“what?” he said innocently, though his hands slid a little lower on your hips, fingers tightening just a fraction, grounding you to him. “i’m just saying, i’m very taken. painfully taken.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard by the softness in his voice, the sincerity that always seemed to melt you completely. “yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous,” harry teased, dipping his head so his nose brushed along your cheek.

you tried to hide the small smile tugging at your lips, but you failed miserably. “you’re annoying.”

“guilty,” he said, voice dropping, breath warm against your skin. “an’ you’re mine.”

those two words hung in the air between you like a promise, like a challenge, like everything you wanted to hear and more.

before you could think twice, your hands were on his neck, pulling him toward you like gravity itself had changed. your lips met his in a kiss that was slow at first—soft and testing, like you were both savoring the moment, the taste of each other. but then it deepened, fierce and urgent, heat building as his hands slipped lower, fingers pressing firmly into your hips.

you gasped against his mouth when his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin at your waist, and harry’s lips curved into a smug smile you could feel even through the kiss.

he backed you up against the kitchen counter, his body warm and steady behind you, anchoring you in place. your heart hammered in your chest as you kissed him harder, tongue sliding against his in a delicious dance that left you dizzy.

harry groaned into your mouth, one hand moving up to cup the back of your neck, holding you close, while the other drifted lower, fingers grazing the curve of your ass in a way that made you shiver.

you bit his bottom lip gently, tugging on the pink flesh, and he shuddered, a low, hungry sound escaping him. “fuck, you’re something else,” he murmured, voice thick with want.

“you like that?” you teased, breathless, nipping at his jawline.

“more than you know,” harry whispered, sliding his hands a little more boldly, pulling you impossibly closer.

time seemed to slow, the world shrinking until it was just you two—the heat between your bodies, the mingled breaths, the racing heartbeats syncing up perfectly.

finally, you broke apart, foreheads resting together, both of you gasping for air but smiling like idiots.

“jesus,” harry said, voice rough but full of laughter. “remind me to make you jealous more often.”

you nudged him playfully with your nose. “don’t push your luck, babe.”

he grinned, capturing your knuckles in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to them. “never. now—wanna go back out there and watch everyone pretend they didn’t just hear us snog in their kitchen?”

you laughed, the tension dissolving into warmth and something softer, something like home. “yeah. let’s give ‘em a show.”

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i hope this was okay babe, love ya!!

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Hashira 🍆 Size Ranking

Warning: if it ain’t obvious, this contains smut lmao — therefore Muichiro is 100% not included in this. We’re talking about 🍆, length, girth, all the fun stuff. So if PPs make you uncomfortable keep on scrolling babes </3

A/N: these low key stress me out cause I feel like people can get pretty defensive over these types of Headcanons. Especially if my own thought differs from yours. Regardless, these are just my personal takes/HCs. My word is not law so do not be upset if my HC does not match yours / don’t feel the need to change how you HC these things to fit my POV. This is why I refrain from describing size in my fics, I want y’all to imagine it in a way that you like lololol

Lastly, idgaf if you see some of this as unrealistic, these are fake, fictional drawings of men, if I wanna give Gyomei a 44ft long 🍆, I can and will (I didn’t but you get the point.) Anyways enjoy my personal thoughts on this matter

1. Himejima Gyomei

Is anyone fucking shocked that this 7’2 (220cm) man is packing the biggest schlong among the male Hashira?

I mean let’s be logical real quick, his dick is as big as the rest of him. This man’s dick is dragging on the floor.

Soft: 11.2

Hard: 12.3

Call it unrealistic idgaf this man is LONG

Girthy too, he’s fucking beefy all over

This man’s dick will feel like he’s shoving his wrist up in there ong bro

It curves downward slightly when hard, I mean shit that thing is heavy, it stands no chance against gravity

2. Uzui Tengen

Again, the man is 6’6 (198cm).

Height comes into play when it comes to our two tank Hashira

Therefore none of you should be surprised that they are the top two

Soft: 9

Hard: 10.3

Your guts are getting rearranged, he knows the length he has but often underestimates how far he can go…

He’s long but doesn’t have a crazy girth to him, which thank fuck it doesn’t take as much prep to take him

He’s pretty straight when hard and manages to flex it and keep it up (he totally does dick tricks & you can’t convince me otherwise)

3. Tomioka Giyu

I’m standing by my “big dick Giyu” head canon. I just know this man is packing a weapon down there

What’s crazy is he wasn’t even aware of how good he had it until he overheard other corps members chatting

Soft: 6.3

Hard: 7.4

He’s got a decent girth and as weird as it may sound, it’s pretty, like really pretty to look at

When hard, it curves upwards and stands at attention which makes him a bit embarrassed

He knows how to use it, because of that he’s pretty confident in that aspect which is wild for him

He will also rearrange your guts unintentionally (or intentionally hehe)

4. Shinazugawa Sanemi

I don’t wanna hear one PEEP from any of you that Sanemi should be above Giyu.

My man is forth on the list but that ain’t mean shit, he’s still got a lot going on down there

Soft: 6

Hard: 7

He’s girthy, will tear you up girth, needs thirty minutes of prep minimum because of how wildly he fucks girth

He sticks straight out, no curve in sight and honestly looks like he defies gravity.

He’s like Tengen, can do dick tricks. But unlike Tengen he doesn’t make that known / show you lmao.

He’ll break your back, he may even hurt you (fully unintentional) if he gets too into it. That thing is fr a weapon

5. Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s fifth on the list but trust me he’s not lacking

He’s second smallest, but he’s not small, if you get what I mean. It’s kinda like how we rank the Hashira weakest to strongest but regardless they are still the strongest in the corps… that make sense?

Soft: 5.8

Hard: 6.8

He curves upwards, very prominent veins running along his shaft (heh, shaft)

Girth wise, he’s about normal. Not too intimidating but def offers you a good stretch, forgoing prep is real bold tbh

He’s a quick learner so he quickly masters how to fuck you

He will strive to go as far as your body will let him, so expect to be bruised / sore

6. Iguro Obanai

My king. He may be “smallest” among the Hashira men, but that doesn’t mean shit.

He’s not self conscious of his dick, he knows how to use it. He’s also pretty content with it’s size

Soft: 5.6

Hard: 6.5

See? You can’t come for me cause he ain’t even SMALL

Obanai’s dick is pretty, too. It curves upwards slightly, since he’s pretty pale, his veins are prominent

He’s got an average girth, he doesn’t need to prep you forever to get you ready. Which works in his favor cause he likes to “punish” you with no prep & going in raw

He can and will abuse your cunt, he’s not satisfied until you genuinely can’t walk without limping for a few days

[mirainwonderland]

I’m a Phone Call Away

Tags: fluff, slight angst if you squint, minimal swearing, nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: I feel like I didn’t put the effort into this i should have so I’m sorry if it’s a little lackluster 🥲 it might be fine i just wrote the idea i had in my head and here we areee so here have this x

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Hey…

I know… you probably don’t want to hear from me right now. Heh… I’m probably the last person you want to hear from. But…

I just need you to know: I worry about you. I love you… so much, sweetheart. You know that right?

…

Long breath.

…I’m givin’ you some space. ‘Know you need it. But you only get so much of it, you hear? Cause whatever we have is gonna work, okay? I’m not letting you get out of this that easy. And no argument is gonna change that, yeah?

…

Okay well… I’ll… try and call you tomorrow night. I… hope you pick up. Uh… I love you. Bye.

Your phone hits the bed as soon as the preverbal click echoes in your ear, ending the voicemail. Rolling over onto your side, you face away from it, heart weighing down into your heels.

You don’t have a justification really. Don’t have a reason to be isolating yourself from him, from the world at large. You try and tell yourself it was a petty conversation that hardly breached into argument territory, but your heart just won’t agree with you.

It hurt.

And it was stupid.

…and you miss him.

Screw you and your sensitive ass.

It wasn’t just that though. You’ve been feeling off lately for weeks. Everything irritates you, your chest feels like you’re carrying around a weight, and you’ve cried too many times to count on both hands. You’re so overstimulated; nothing tastes good anymore. You felt lost and confused, and you didn’t want to drag him down with you any further.

He had enough to worry about anyway.

And it didn’t really help that he hadn’t listened to you the night or the argume— discussion. It was a lively discussion. If you start thinking it’s an argument, you’ll just spiral and freak yourself out with relationship ending fantasies.

Your screen lights up, a gentle ping behind you, but you don’t turn. You know it’s probably a text from him. He’s worried about you. You haven’t talked to him in two days, which is not like you at all. You know the only reason he hasn’t just shown up at your apartment is because he’s been so busy with work lately.

That, and he’s keenly aware of the fact that something is off, and you seem to be pushing him away. He doesn’t like it, but he understands the need to breathe.

Only you don’t want time away from him. Not really. But you don’t know what you do want. You’re a walking dichotomy, and it’s scrambling your own brain. You feel awful. You curl up a little deeper in your sheets, wanting to sleep away the headache that never seems to go away.

But sleep hates you too.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Leon lets out a long, heavy breath. He sets his work bag down on the couch with a heavy hand, yanking open a few extra buttons of his dress shirt. His chest heaves for a couple good breaths, the hair on it peeking out from the open front.

If you’d told him several years ago that he’d find a girl who would stress him out this much by holing herself up in her room for two days, he would have laughed in your face and downed another drink. He didn’t need anybody, or get that close to anybody, even though deep down he knew that was a bold-faced lie.

Now he’s not afraid to admit it. He’s not heard a word from you, and it’s got him pacing the floor, and lying awake in bed all sweaty. His jacket hits the back of the sofa and he rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw.

“Fuck…” he mumbles under his breath. He’d left you the voicemail this morning, and still nothing from you. Not that he necessarily expected you to come running into his arms the moment you heard it (well okay a little bit), but he hoped for at least a text—some acknowledgment— that you’d gotten it.

He understands though. He’d been feeling like something was off with you for awhile. And he’ll admit that he didn’t really listen to you that night in the car. It had just escalated into an argument, and really it was all his fault. You had been trying so hard to call out to him for help in the only way you knew how, and he failed to come to your rescue.

What a jerk.

Boyfriend of the year.

Great job, Leon.

He heaves another tired sigh, his shoulders drooping, as he meanders into his bedroom with his hands shoved into his pockets. He wants nothing more than to get out of these itchy clothes. He’d love even more to have come home to find you hanging out in his apartment like you often did. But of course you weren’t, and Leon didn’t know why he was disappointed.

His shoulders crack as he stretches them, his shirt hitting the floor. He avoids his reflection in the mirror, not really needing to feel any worse than he already does.

He flops down on the couch in front of some shitty television, with a shitty bowl of instant ramen in his hand, letting the TV land on a random shitty channel. He stabs his fork into the noodles, twisting them around the prongs, trying not to turn up his nose at how much he doesn’t want a bachelor dinner tonight.

Not when the ghostly memories of your cooking still haunt his kitchen with their smells.

Not when he can hear the echo of your laugh as you two curl up on his couch to eat and watch Gilmore Girls.

He misses that stupid show.

His discards the noodle cup on the coffee table, hardly touched, when his phone buzzes. He feels tired. It’s probably Hunnigan or someone who can’t conceptualize that work days have endings to them. It was already insanely late, what did they want now? He answers it without looking.

“Yeah, what?” He sighs, not trying to hide the weariness and deadpan beat of his voice.

There’s a long pause on the other end.

“Um…hey.” Comes the extra quiet murmur he recognizes right away.

His heart jumps and sinks all at once when he hears your voice. He instantly feels bad, straightening up on the edge of his couch.

“Baby— hey.” He grabs his phone a little tighter, hating himself already for answering the phone the way he did. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.”

Another long pause.

“You okay…?” He prods when he’s greeted with quiet breathing, not wanting to push too much, but eager to bridge that gap you’ve created. He knows your pride always takes an unnecessary beating when you lay down your sword like this and reach out for help. He always told you you didn’t need to be ashamed, but you still got that lump in your throat and the burn in your cheeks.

“I… can’t sleep.” Those familiar words crackle from the other end of the receiver. A sign of surrender, of your walls going down. Of your hand reaching out to him through the phone and wanting him to respond. He’s not gonna fuck it up this time.

“Can you come over?”

He’s already on his feet, slinging on his jacket.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Sit tight. I’m on my way.”

[loveanddeepdick]

matchup #11

matchups are closed!

the sound of laughter fills the air, your first date is with…

satoru gojo!

the sun had already hit the horizon, red, orange, and purple hues coloring the sky as you intertwined your fingers with gojo’s. you were listening to him yapping about something silly geto had said earlier when a stuffed animal caught your eye.

“toru! let’s go there!”, you gasped, pointing at the stall with a giant pink teddy bear hanging from the side

“uhh— heh, how about funnel cakes?”, gojo chuckled before you huffed and pulled him to the stall.

the game was simple, toss three balls into each hole and you get the prize. gojo knew it was 100% rigged but he’d be damned if you didn’t go home happy.

you saw the people in front of you lose twice in a row, emptying their pockets before leaving unhappily.

“maybe we shouldn’t..”, your voice trailed off before gojo stopped you, taking out his wallet to start playing.

“don’t worry, babes, i got this”, he grinned, grabbing the balls to throw.

he in fact lost ten times in a row.

you grimaced in embarrassment, tugging on his jacket slightly to signal that you wanted to leave. gojo shook his head again and while you were covering your face, turned away, he slid the worker a $50.

“look, darlin”, he gently grabbed your wrists, showing off the bear to you.

you gasped, squealing before hugging the bear and him at once, jumping up and down.

“thank you, thank you, toru!!”, you smiled, grabbing the bear and admiring its fluffy face.

you’d definitely be giving him a reward later too.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“a-ah, toru, there’s p-people!”, you gasped, shoving your face in embarrassment into the bear.

“yeah? you told me we could do it anywhere, baby”

you were in the back seat of gojo’s slick black mercedes in the middle of the fair parking lot. it’d been long closed but you didn’t wanna risk it. he had you laying on your tummy on the bear as he fucked you from the back, enjoying how your ass jiggled when it hit his pelvis

“you getting shy, baby?”

“no! it’s just—ah! there’s people outside!”

“yeah? let them hear”

his dick was pounding you so rough, you could swear you were seeing stars. the tip of his dick was dragging into your g-spot so good that you were drooling onto his prize.

“careful, baby—fuck! where do you want me?”

“inside, please, satoru!”

“dirty fucking girl, you want all those people to see me using my cute little date, huh?”

“yes, gojo just please make me cum!”

“then take it, baby, take all of me”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

you leaned against your windowsill, letting out a dulcet sigh as you watched gojo’s car drive away. smiling, you got up but not before you heard a buzz from your phone.

the smell of salt air fills your nostrils, your second date is with..

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

rafayel qi!

you let out a short groan before putting your phone down. rafayel has always been a little protective over you. you two had always had some feelings for each other but never made anything official.

you went to the bathroom, cleaning up and changing into a comfortable pair of pajamas until he texted again. rolling your eyes, you picked up your phone. your eyes bulged at the message, nearly dropping your phone as your hands shook in nervousness as you texted back.

rafayel? your rafayel asking you out on a date? he was so indecisive he’d rather die than pick out what to eat for breakfast. you could barely sleep that night or function the next day, jittery from nervousness.

when you arrived at the fair, there he was in all his tall glory, the sunset making his purple hair glow. his eyes locked onto yours before he smiled, taking your hand.

“rafayel, be for real right now, is this a date?”

“what else would it be?”

“i don’t know, okay! it’s hard to tell with you..”, you fidgeted with the sleeves of your sweater, not being able to make eye contact with him. there was a moment of silence before rafayel opened his mouth again.

“i got jealous when i saw that blue eyed freak—“

“don’t call him that!”

“okay, okay! i got jealous when i saw gojo win you that bear. it should’ve been me”

you looked up at him, his eyes already on yours, searching for any sign of reciprocated feelings. you pursed your lips, biting the inside of your cheek before you grabbed his hand, taking him to a stall with a giant bunny as a prize.

“win it. then i’ll be yours.”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“say it, say you’re mine”, rafayel groaned in your ear as he pushed you down onto your bed

“i’m yours, raf”, you whispered, enchanted by his face. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes trailing down your body as you undressed yourself. he fumbled with his belt before pushing off his pants and boxers, pumping his cock as he engulfed your lips with his.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for so long”, he mumbled as his hands trailed to your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your slit, “don’t ever go out with anyone else again, promise me”

you couldn’t guarantee, you knew how rafayel was, but in the heat of the moment, you nodded your head and rubbed your thumb along his cheek.

he thrusted into you slowly, enjoying your warmth as he whined into your ear, caging you in his long arms.

“mine”

[thehypnone]

Hellooo I have cometh out of hibernation and I am in need of some spicy Raintom or Raindrop or fuck it all 3 of the bugs. I pay in: Rain Cake🎂

ehehe ass

1k words, transmasc dew, vag and anal sex, at once because i love me some classical dp between bros, yk how it goes heh, objectification if you squint, bit of hair and tail pulling

Dewdrop wasn’t as big of a brat as he usually seemed. He wasn’t as aggressive either, it was mostly a facade. He was actually quite sweet and level headed, something he owed to his past as a water ghoul.

That doesn’t mean he can’t be a brat. Far from it.

He is going to be one when he’s too pent up to ignore, but too annoyed by the fact alone, to ask for help. Bratting his way into getting what he wants is his way of asking.

Rain knows that perfectly well, but it doesn’t mean he’s not happy to indulge.

This time it took the water ghoul three days to snap, grab Dewdrop by the tail and drag him away snarling. He was getting exactly what he wanted, yes, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t act highly offended by Rain’s display. 

“Asshole,” the fire ghoul snapped his teeth but didn’t put up much of an actual physical protest.

“As you wish,” Rain told him calmly, leaving Dewdrop confused. Just outside Rain’s bedroom’s door they came across Phantom, staring at them like a deer caught in the headlights. Suddenly Rain got an idea. “Come. You’ll get a brat taming lesson.”

He threw Dewdrop inside the room and waited for Phantom to walk in, too, before slipping in himself. He looked over at the fire ghoul standing with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised.

Rain snarled and everything happened so fast then, that Phantom and Dewdrop himself had barely even registered it. One moment he was standing in the middle of the room and the other he was bent over the bed with his ass bare and tail yanked upwards.

“Phantom,” Rain called out sternly. “Strip and get on the bed, on your back.”

The quintessence ghoul scrambled to obey, scared of getting the same treatment as Dewdrop for misbehaving. Soon enough he was in position with his cock standing straight up, hard since the moment he saw Rain drag Dewdrop through the corridor.

“Good,” Rain praised, and let go of the fire ghoul. “Sit on his cock, Droplet.”

Both Dewdrop’s and Phantom’s stomachs flipped at Rain’s tone, as if both of them were nothing more than toys. 

“Boring,” the fire ghoul scoffed despite it, but crawled over to hover his dripping cunt over Phantom’s dick as he stared up at him frozen with his mouth agape. Dewdrop slipped a hand down to run through his wet folds—toying with his clit just to piss Rain off even more on the way—and parted them before sinking down onto the quintessence ghoul’s cock all the way down.

Dewdrop groaned through clenched teeth while Phantom moaned like a whore, still laying limply. The fire ghoul immediately started rolling his hips through the initial sting of spearing himself on the other’s cock but was quickly stopped by a harsh tug on his hair.

“No, you don't,” Rain snarled right into his ear, making a shiver go down Dewdrop’s spine. “Phantom, color?”

“Uh…” Where Dewdrop was already losing his fight, Phantom was already stupid. “G– green.”

Rain didn’t respond, just pushed the fire ghoul down so he’d lay chest to chest on Phantom. “Don’t you dare move, Dewdrop.”

“Uhuh,” he grunted, entirely focused on the quintessence dick filling him so nicely. He could never brat much more with a cock snug inside him. He floated away slightly, his chin on Phantom’s sternum as his eyes fluttered close. Dewdrop loved getting fucked into oblivion but he was a true whore for cockwarming.

He wasn’t at peace for long, though, startling when his tail was yanked up again and a cold, wet finger circled his asshole, “Oh, uh, Rain– what are you–”

“Your idea, don’t you remember?” The fire ghoul didn’t need to see Rain's face to see his smirk. He was still confused, totally out of it, really, but it’s not like he was going to complain. Still, Rain wanted to make sure, “Color?”

“Greeeeen,” Dewdrop whined and pushed his ass back, earning himself a growl from the water ghoul and a moan from Phantom.

“Do. Not. Move,” Rain spat once more and shoved two slick fingers into Dewdrop’s ass with no more preamble. The fire ghoul moaned, all fucked out, and went completely limp.

“R– Rainy, I– I can–” it was Phantom’s turn to whine. Rain knew exactly what he was trying to say and helped him get there by curling his fingers downwards and pressing them into the quintessence ghoul’s cock through Dewdrop’s inner walls. They both moaned in unison, completely out of their minds.

“That’s what I thought,” Rain chuckled and started to really finger Dewdrop, moving his digits in and out with a filthy squelch and occasionally crooking them to remind Phantom he was right there. Of course, he took way too much than actually needed, reveling in being able to reduce both Dewdrop and Phantom to nothing more but babbling, drooling messes with just his words and fingers.

“Rainyyy,” the fire ghoul cried out again. “Fuck me, come on… please, put it in, fuck my ass.”

“Stop whining,” Rain growled, but pulled his fingers out. As much as he enjoyed torturing his ghouls he was starting to get needy himself, cock rock hard and leaking for what felt like hours now.

The water ghoul finally ripped his pants off and moaned when his dick sprung out of its confinement, cold air hitting the sensitive flesh. He grabbed Dewdrop’s limp legs and hooked them over Phantom’s, pushing them together. The tightness made the two ghouls whimper as Rain straddled them and guided the red tip of his cock to the fire ghoul’s slippery hole.

“You can brat all you want, Droplet, but I know you like it best to be just my obedient little fuck doll,” Rain whispered and with one thrust buried himself to the hilt in Dewdrop’s hot, tight ass. High moans rang out in the room, the tightness nearly unbearable for all three of them. The water ghoul had to take a moment for a few deep breaths, lest he blow his load too fast.

When he managed to compose himself as best as possible, Rain leaned to whisper into Dewdrop’s ear again, “Me and our dear Phantom here are going to use your sweet holes. We’ll stretch you out and fill you up, ruin for everyone else. And you are not going to move an inch, do you understand?”

Dewdrop let out a pained little noise, “Y– yes… please.”

“Careful what you ask for, baby.”

[ask-nurse-curly]

[ask boxes are open again! transcript under the cut]

curls.

it’s like early as fuck

so i’m sure you’re awake, not like you sleep.

happy birthday

this is jimmy btw, don’t ask questions

Oh! Jimmy, hi. Thank you. :-)

...Why are you on Cap's phone?

didn’t i just say don’t ask questions.

well, if you insist on being in my business

cap and i were having a lesson and she left to go do some woman crap

left her phone behind so i figured i’d take the opportunity to be first.

Oh

I see

Well, I appreciate it. Should I expect a protein cake? :-)

better, a pony express cake is on its way

got to love the artificial artificial sugar.

but if we were on earth rn, i’d definitely whip up something fancier

Darn, here goes the surprise I guess. :-)

It's the thought that counts! Maybe next year we'll be on Earth for this.

can a birthday really be a surprise? happens every year.

heh

unless a miracle happens, i don’t think that will be a problem

damn, does cap never message anyone? what a boring life.

I still couldn't count on it being my turn. :-)

What with communal celebrations and all.

But no matter.

She doesn't? I suppose there isn't much going on.

I think it was the most excitement on my end when you had my phone, too.

Wouldn't you rather come talk in person? Leave Anya's phone be?

nah, i’ll catch up with you later but right now i’m pretty comfortable

plus, there’s so much fun stuff on here.

have you ever seen her camera roll?

i didn’t think she was all that vain until i saw all these selfies. if i had service i’d send them to myself.

Uh, no, I can't say that I have.

Well, you're a fan of taking selfies too, aren't you? :-) It's harmless fun.

very, very harmless fun.

thanks for reminding me that i should be taking selfies, she’s got enough storage, she can make room for me

just like you did in your camera roll heh

Well you know me, not really my thing.

How are you and Anya doing? Everything okay?

oh everything is great.

she’s practically all over me, thinks i’m a real savant behind the wheel.

a bit prickly tho. not sure what all that is about.

You're doing great! I'm glad you enjoy it. You've certainly got the brains for piloting.

Hey, maybe by the time Swans retires, you could take over as co-pilot for the crew. :-)

i highly doubt it.

would be nice, bossing people around seems to be fun.

but the likelihood of us being around that long is yikes.

What's that supposed to mean?

nah, just that it seems our kind and benevolent captain has been keeping secrets from us all.

isn’t that sweet of her?

Jim, what are you saying?

when we get home, all of us are getting fired and the queen bee is getting some hot shot promotion.

Fired? Why?

why do you think? you’re smarter than that, curls.

they don’t give a shit about us.

pony express is going under so why do they want to pay for a human crew when robots do it so much better than you.

That's

But

PE is going under? How is Anya getting a promotion then? There must be a mistake of some kind.

fuck if i know. maybe she’s transferring out.

but the letter seems to be pretty clear.

Are you sure?

Maybe there's something we are missing?

not like we would be given all the pieces anyways.

after all, cap didn’t even tell us about this in the first place and she’s been sitting on this letter for awhile.

She...she was going to tell us, I'm sure.

Probably just waiting for the right moment. This isn't easy news to break.

you keep believing that.

do you know how many secrets she keeps?

that woman is like a vault.

but hey, maybe i can convince her to drag me with her and i can get a fancy new job too. i’ll take care of you, curls.

Haha

Yeah, I'm sure we'll figure something out.

It's just a job. Not the end of the world, yeah?

yeah, sure.

except you don’t really have the skills to obtain another good job, yeah?

pony express didn’t exactly hire professionals.

Jim, you know why I had to take this job.

oh yeah? and why is that?

because YOU decided to stick your nose in someone else’s business?

because YOU had to be the good guy and make the sacrifice?

because YOU made a choice and keep feeling the need to throw it back in my face?

you had to take this job because you didn’t have what it takes to do something real. do not put that on me.

Right.

Sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

I'm sure it will work out once we're back.

yeah. i fuckin bet.

anyways, sounds like cap is finally getting out of the shower, so i’m gonna go take mine.

catch you later, curls.

and like i said, happy birthday.

Thanks, Jim.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile

Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)

Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂

A Tale as Old as Time.

“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"

Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.

Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”

"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"

"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"

“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”

A grimace.

“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”

“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”

"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."

"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."

Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.

A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.

His curiosity still left wanting.

She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.

Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.

"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."

“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."

“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”

“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”

"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"

"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.

“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”

They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.

Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.

Her perspective and his, one and the same.

Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.

Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.

“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Designated Driver

Jack Napier x Fem!Reader (Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Jack Napier, currently enlisted in the army, finds himself in a crowded bar on a Saturday night as the designated driver for some of the guys in his squad. While waiting around, he meets Y/n, who's in a similar predicament.

Author's Note: It snowed so I got to stay in and write today. Small mercies I tell you. I was having trouble finding time to finish this. This doesn't take place inside my backstory fic I wrote for him. It's more like a what-if scenario. I thought of this while I was brainstorming ideas for future oneshots and I just had to write it 🤭 This might actually be dumb but it seemed like a good idea at the time lmao.

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @furisodespirit @lightsabergirl @gothic-aesthetic-gal

How he got roped into going to a rowdy southern bar on a Saturday night, was beyond Jack. 

He was not at all thrilled to be there. Some of the other guys in his squad begged him to come, mostly because they needed a driver. By a little bit, he was too young to legally drink, but he also outright refused to. For reasons he wouldn’t disclose to them.

Jack knew if even one of them fucked up and got arrested over the weekend, they were all in for it. So being the responsible one, and to save his own hide, he agreed to go along. 

While the guys were up front at the bar flirting with girls and acting like complete fools, Jack sat at a table nearby, brooding and absently playing a triangle peg game. He wasn’t in uniform, but his dog tags were hanging over his shirt. That combined with his build and his army approved haircut made him easily recognizable as a soldier.

The bar was bustling with people and so fucking loud. Country music was obnoxiously playing at full blast over the speakers, grating on Jack’s nerves and reminding him once again that he was undeniably in the deep south.

He glanced at his watch and groaned, slamming his head down on his forearms. It was only 2030 hours, or 8:30 for a civilian. This never ending night was dragging on and on. His head was killing him and he just wanted to get back to the barracks so he could take a shower and sleep. He probably wasn’t going to be able to anytime soon.

Jack decided to pass the time by people-watching. In these circumstances it would be very interesting. He noticed a young woman around his age angrily leave the bar after arguing with one of the rowdy girls his squad members were flirting with. The woman looked tired and annoyed just like he was. She obviously didn’t want to be there either.

The woman got closer to his table and then pulled out a stool across from him, sitting down with a weary sigh. Jack tried to pay her no mind and kept his head down. 

She looked over at him and chuckled. “I’m guessing you’re the driver, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Me too. For the girls I mean.”

Jack said nothing and nodded, trying not to make eye contact with her. But she insisted on talking to him.

“My name’s Y/n. You?”

“Jack.” 

She smiled. “You’re very responsible, Jack.”

“If I let them get wasted and go do something stupid, my sergeant will kill me.” Jack grumbled.

“Heh. Fort Benning, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s your rank?”

“E-3.”

“Uh, layman’s terms.”

“Private First Class.”

“Ooh, snazzy.”

Jack snorted. “Hardly.”

“How long have you been enlisted?”

“Uhh, close to a year and a half I think.”

“Where are you from?”

“You know where Gotham City is?”

“Yeah.”

“About 3 or 4 hours away from there.”

“Wow. That’s pretty far. How’re you liking Georgia?”

“Love it.” Jack muttered.

Y/n laughed. “I get it. I don’t like the heat.”

“Tell me about it. You step outside for a second and then you’re soaking wet."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of hooping and hollering from the bar. The girl Y/n had argued with earlier was standing on the bar downing another shot. 

“Oh my God… Seriously Holly?” Y/n whispered to herself, clearly embarrassed by her friend’s behavior. 

Jack facepalmed. He would have laughed if he wasn’t stuck in a similar situation.

“Girl, get down from there!” Y/n hissed at the girl who was blissfully unaware.

“Just let them have their fun, they’ll tire out eventually. I hope.” Jack said with a small yawn. Damn, he was tired.

Y/n sighed. “I guess so. Do you want anything?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I ate something earlier.”

“Alright. Well damn, what’re we supposed to do all night?”

“I don’t know but this noise is killing me…” Jack complained, rubbing his temples.

“Wanna go wait outside?” Y/n suggested.

“That’d be nice.”

“Let’s go then.”

Y/n hopped down from the stool she was sitting on and walked towards the entrance, Jack following close behind. He grabbed the wooden doors as they swung open and held them for Y/n.

“Thank you, sir.” She said sweetly as she passed through.

Jack led her through the parking lot over to his pickup and lowered the tailgate for them to sit on. They both climbed in and sat down a decent distance away from each other. Jack’s headache was immediately soothed by the peace and quiet.

“This is a lot better.” He noted as a cool breeze ruffled his hair.

“Way better.” Y/n agreed.

Jack fished some stuff out from his pocket. “You mind if I smoke?”

“Not at all.”

Jack lit the cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling in content. He made sure to try and keep the smoke in the opposite direction. Y/n shifted her legs awkwardly and kept her eyes trained on her lap. Jack took notice.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. This is probably making you uncomfortable, I’m sure.”

“No. Why?”

“You don’t think it’s weird you’re sitting in the back of a truck with some guy you just met?”

“I have nothing better to do. I reckon you could use some company.”

Jack smirked. “You reckon?”

Y/n smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. My accent sticks out sometimes.”

“Are you from here?” 

“Yeah. Lived here my whole life.”

“Mhm. You ever thought of leaving?”

“No. I don’t have a reason to. All my family’s here. I have a stable job right now.”

“Oh.” Jack said, staring off into the distance.

Y/n slid closer to him. “What’s your hometown like?”

“Boring. There’s nothing out there. It’s in the middle of nowhere.”

“Is that why you joined the army? To get away?”

“That’s part of the reason, yeah. My grades were also pretty bad.”

“Do you regret it?” 

“Not yet.” Jack replied with a grim smile.

Y/n softened, realizing what he meant. “Do you think you’ll have to go to war?”

“I don’t know. Nobody really does. No one has control over what happens. It’ll be what it’s gonna be.” 

“Well, hopefully not.”

Jack nodded and stretched his arms above his head, yawning once more. He flicked his wrist and looked down at his watch. It now read a little after 2100 hours. He sighed, shaking his head.

“What time is it?” Y/n asked.

"A little past 9 o’clock.”

“Man. What time do you think they’ll finish up?”

“Who knows? Those guys are crazy.”

Y/n laughed to herself. “You don’t like them, do you?”

“No. They’re always fucking up and getting me in trouble.” 

“Aw. You're doing something nice for them though.”

Jack scoffed. “Yeah, to save my own ass.”

Y/n chuckled. “Be that as it may, you’re still looking out for them.”

“I guess.” 

—

An hour later, Jack and Y/n were still sitting in the back of Jack’s truck, leaning against the back windshield and continuing in light conversation. Jack was so tired he nearly dozed off a time or two. 

After what felt like forever, the creaking of the wooden doors and echoes of drunk laughter got their attention. They looked up to see their companions come stumbling out of the bar looking for them. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Finally…” Jack murmured. 

The guys said goodbye to Y/n's friends and started walking towards the truck. One girl grabbed Y/n's hand and motioned for her to come along. "There you are, Y/n! Come on girl, it's getting late! We still have work tomorrow."

Y/n huffed. "Okay, okay! Wait a minute."

She turned to Jack, holding a folded up piece of paper. She placed it into his hand with a small grin. "Call me sometime."

Jack blushed and looked down nervously. "Oh, um...okay. Thanks."

With that, she was gone. Her friends were pulling her in the opposite direction to where their car was parked. Jack could only stand there stunned speechless.

One of the guys came over and punched his arm playfully. "Alright, Napier! You're a real ladies man."

Jack rolled his eyes and punched him back. "Shut up and get in the truck."

Everyone piled in the front, trying to make the most of the cramped space. Jack got in the driver's seat and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of them. He started the truck and backed out of the parking lot, smiling to himself as he pondered about Y/n some more. She was a beautiful girl and very kind. Maybe he’d see her again someday. 

His wishful thinking was halted at the sound of someone gagging in the passenger seat.

“Fletcher! You throw up in here and I swear to God-!” He yelled over his shoulder. 

"Sorry, Jack." Fletcher managed to say, holding his mouth.

Jack hit his head against the rim of the steering wheel as he came to a red light. When he got back to the barracks, he was going straight to bed. He'd had enough nonsense for one day.

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Polyphony

Chapter Twenty-Six

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Lee, Kevin, Charlie, Benny, Jesse, Sam/Madison, Annie/Bobbie, Crowley, Patience, Donna, Jody, Cesar, Nancy and going forward I'm just gonna list the bands as a whole unit and then the tertiary characters there's so many people all of the sudden!

Word Count: 3443

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, jealousy, Dean/Bela blow job, he's trying his best okay?, after party shenanigans, mild drug use

A/N: I am so sorry this update has taken me so long. It's been a weird couple of months. And with that I quickly duck away from all the tomatoes you will want to virtually throw at me over this chapter. xoxo Stu

Series Masterlist

Dean stepped off the side of the stage into the pit like a madman. He’d just played an entire show and finished with three encores. He didn’t want to be caught, it wasn’t an attempt at crowd surfing. It was submitting to the tide, merging with his audience.

They loved it, he was immediately met with open arms and cheers and more than one pinch on the ass.

The fog of smoke from the stage mixed with the stink of alcohol, decent weed and drying sweat then hovered over the entire crowd as Dean laughed and joked and hugged his way toward the barricade. Lee was still shouting his thank yous and Kevin was continuing to jam on the keys as the lights came back up.

Charlie cut all audio and the sudden lack of background noise was deafening. Everyone’s focus zeroed in on Dean among the chaos.

“Alright, c’mon brother,” Benny’s voice wrangled Dean out of the throes of fans more than anything. “Time to go home, folks! Let the man through!”

Dean waved and threw kisses backwards to the fans. Damn, his cheeks ached with the length of his grin, but he just couldn’t stop it. And apparently it was contagious, from Benny to Jesse, and all the way back to the dressing room, everyone who met his eye beamed back at him, followed by a cacophony of praise and congratulations that came by too fast to appreciate.

“There he is!” Lee shouted over all the laughing and cheering. The band and SPS had apparently started the after party the moment the show ended. Lee grabbed Dean around the neck, kissed his temple, and bowed him over for a noogie in the blink of an eye. Dean could have punched him in the dick, but took the high road and elbowed him in the gut instead. “Sonuvabitch—- let’s get you a drink.”

Lee dragged Dean towards the wall of booze they requested by the neck.

Someone smacked Dean’s hip as he waddled past, probably Donna, but it was too rowdy to be sure.

“Uh-oh!” Lee teased and then finally let Dean go. 

He popped up just in time for Bela to swoop in and kiss his speaking mouth. “Heh!” And okay, he closed his eyes a little late, but he was not expecting that. Lee whistled in his ear, but Dean had finally caught up with her and didn’t want to be ungrateful, so he deepened the kiss, got a hold of her hips and made it dirty, for the audience.

“Okay! Okay! Christ,” you swore. “Shots? I’m ready. Who else?”

Dean pulled back from Bela’s lips, suddenly self-conscious. She smirked, but Dean couldn’t quite match her mischief.

“Trouble’s startin’!” Pam hollered and Kevin practically shrieked as he rushed over to join you.

“You want in?” Dean asked Bela out of the side of his mouth.

“Definitely,” she agreed. They shuffled over and lined up for Cesar to drop another two disposable shot glasses onto the row before overfilling them all straight down the line.

“Salud!” He bid them imbibe.

“SALUD!” They shouted back in a choppy chorus.

The tequila without lime rolled down his throat more than stung, but Dean liked the way it felt on his tongue, an entirely different mouthfeel than his usual whiskey.

“Gah!”

Cesar eyed Dean knowingly, dark eyes bright and proud. “More?”

Dean nodded and looked around, seeing Patience sitting on the minifridge. “Hey Psychic chic, lay one on me?!”

She rolled her eyes but hopped down and got Dean a beer chaser as Cesar poured another row. “You’re a goddamn saint, thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Nice job out there,” Patience almost looked impressed.

Dean cranked the cap off his bottle and held it up. “Just gettin’ started.”

“That we are,” she agreed and then leaned over and reached behind Dean, waving and then holding out her hand. “Hey! Sorry, we haven’t met. I’m Patience— I’m the bass player for the opener.”

“Bela! I’m with him,” Bela replied, diligently shaking Patience’s hand. Dean couldn’t see it, but he felt it as Bela braced against his back to reach.

“You poor thing!” Patience teased.

“I’m right here you know!” Dean griped playfully and took his and Bela’s shot in the meantime, winking at Cesar.

“Eh, it’s not all bad,” Bela heavily implied something.

“I’ll have to take your word for it.” Patience said in a way like she’d be following up.

Dean groaned and took a long pull off his beer before finally turning around and joining the conversation about him. Bela practically draped herself against him, her spangly bracelets rattled down her forearm as she got comfortable.

“What is that bad?” Dean stage whispered to Bela.

“I’ll tell you later, dear,” Bela said diplomatically, patting his chest.

Patience chuckled. “How long?”

Dean looked at Bela before he could fuck that one up. “Couple of months.”

“Six.”

“Six?!” Dean balked.

“Yes, six months since we met for brunch at that place with the frittatas.”

“It’s March— that was November,” Dean countered.

“It’s still new, though,” Patience suggested, clearly amused.

“Basically,” Dean agreed.

“Not too new,” Bela tacked on.

Dean sipped his beer and looked around the room as Bela asked Patience about her band, things Dean heard but already knew. Lee and Kevin were geeking about something or another as they talked to Donna whose smirk told Dean that she was baiting them for something. Sam was spread back on the couch with Madison draped against his side while Annie sat across from them sealing a joint. Bobby and Victor were talking shop with the Sera chick from the venue just outside the door, making peace or demands, Dean couldn’t be sure.

He wondered if Charlie was still making notes for the show tomorrow or if she was here somewhere he hadn’t clocked.

“Alright folks, time to go make nice with the civilians. SPS let’s get you ladies first— Sam, grab your brother.” Bobby bellowed through the dressing room before heading out to the meet and greet area. Lots of bands did this stuff before the show, but Dean always preferred it after. Plus enough booze tended to put everyone, fan or band member, at ease.

Dean gave Patience a knowing look, rolled his eyes, and then pulled his arm off of Bela’s shoulders. “Duty calls.”

Seeing fans face-to-face was a mixed bag. Dean was never immune to the ego boost, it meant a lot that someone enjoyed something he helped make and that they were able to give them a good show in return. But there were the absolute nutbags too. And then everyone else in the middle who were either way too excited and forgot he was essentially a stranger or that he was a person at all, or trying so hard to be cool and aloof that he left feeling bad for them.

Generally it was fun, if exhausting. But after he had crashed and burned, he had this nagging urge to hang back and let the rest of the band do the heavy lifting for once. The guilt of entertaining that thought weighed on him as he followed Sam, Pam and Bobby while being flanked by Kevin and Lee. Dean Winchester didn’t pass the buck, he picked up the slack and so he walked into the repurposed rehearsal room with a big grin and his arms wide above his head.

“How’s it going everybody?!”

Screams and cheers hit them in a solid wave of sound. Carefully, you escorted them to the signing tables while everyone was still corralled behind the snap-bracelet dividers while Bobby watched the exit and the crowd. The venue’s security managed the line, ensuring everyone generally kept their clothes on and hands to themselves for this part.

SPS took up the first two tables, forcing PT’s diehards to play nice and give the openers some love. Though Dean was pleasantly surprised to see some folks decked out in their gear too, especially as a transplant band it made him proud of his friends. He cracked open the water bottle that was set in front of his assigned seat and chugged half of it. Suddenly hoping he didn’t smell too rank, from breath or sweat, he hadn’t stopped long enough to remember to grab some gum or more deodorant. He did a sniff check and felt a warm palm on his shoulder.

“Sure or unsure?” You teased, leaning in to hear him over the hustle and bustle of approaching fans.

“Passable. Got any gum?”

You rolled your eyes and stood back up to spin your compact cross-body bag around to dig through for him.

“Thanks,” Dean said while popping the piece into his mouth.

“‘’Course— anybody else?” You held out your pack and it got passed down the line from Lee to Sam, Pam was already covered, but Kevin took two, unabashedly pocketing the spare for later.

Then it was go-time and autographs passed in a blur.

The venue staff broke down the tables and slowly the people who hung around were able to mingle with the bands. Dean felt the urgency of a few groups pressing in on him, but he just grabbed his nearest bandmate, Kevin, and made the circle of conversation bigger. 

“So you’re the new Cas— how’s that going?” A woman who was old enough to know better asked behind hipster glasses.

“Weren’t you out there?!” Dean pushed back. “Dude killed tonight.”

“Ah, thanks, Dean.” Kevin said like the asshole he is. “And to think the last eight months felt like a fever dream.”

“Yeah, yeah, pipsqueak, we’re keeping you around.”

The small crowd around them laughed nervously, not yet getting Kevin’s humor.

Dean posed for selfies and gave out hugs and even had a thumb war with someone’s eight-year-old (who should not have been hanging out so late, but he wasn’t their parent). By the time the rest of the band had slipped away to the official afterparty, which included more of their friends and family and the rest of VIP, Dean was beat. 

So he headed back to the dressing room for a quick pitstop, Benny at his side now that the stage was secured for tomorrow night’s show.

Waiting for him, sprawled out on the couch like the epitome of seduction, was Bela, slowly smoking a joint through an antique cigarette holder. Who the fuck even had one of those? But damn, it stopped him well and good.

“Hey.”

“Hi there, is it time for the next round?” She slowly pulled herself up and slinked into his space. Behind him, he heard the door close. Fucking Benny.

“Yeah, I was just coming in here to— uh, freshen up a bit.”

Bela took another hit. “I see. Well, I won’t keep you from all that, but I might tempt you to stick around a bit before bumping more elbows.”

Dean eyed the couch she had crawled off of and the whole expanse of their suddenly empty dressing room. “Uh, yeah, I could use something to take the edge off.”

There was an actual shower stall nestled in the back of the ensuite bathroom of the dressing room. Dean was not brave enough to tackle that series of possibilities at the moment. But he ddid a quick scrub down of his junk and pits at the sinks, because nobody deserved a whiff of stale ball sack even if they only did this half clothed and dirty. He was a gentleman, okay?

He made sure to pull a condom out of his wallet and moved it to his front pocket instead. With one final glance in the mirror, Dean stepped back out into the dressing room proper, to see Bela now sipping something clear and fizzy out of one of the small plastic cups the venue sold cocktails in, legs crossed and eyes wicked.

“Hey.”

This thing with Bela had been growing tedious the longer it went on, but with the tour and all the publicity it wasn’t like either of them could get their rocks off with randos anymore. Dean liked Bela, in a get under-your-skin way with a perpetual need to one up one another flare that felt very high school yet with more varying levels of stakes attached. 

But she was gorgeous and more than interested. So he indulged again.

Dean sank down onto the couch beside her and finished the roach she had left in the tip of her cigarette holder, propped up on an ugly brown glass ashtray that was potentially older than both of them.

Who knew where half the shit in the dressing room came from.

Once he was good and relaxed, Bela set down her drink.

“You know New Kids on the Block was my first concert. I got to meet them and pose for pictures before they took the stage at Whitley Bay. Nobody knew who I was, we had just finished filming the first season of Red Sky at Dawn, but they still made me feel like a princess.”

Dean didn’t quite know what to say. “Well I hope we rocked a little harder than a boy band.”

Bela nodded and considered. “I was wondering if you’d mind making me feel a little more grown up—- a little more wild.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You got some sort of fantasy I need to know about here?”

Bela huffed a laugh, more to herself, she wasn’t quite looking at him.

“All this, backstage at a rock concert— sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. I guess I always wanted to be the teenage bad girl. But I was never allowed, my “reputation” always came first.”

“Okay, well, I’m not exactly into PYTs anymore, so if you want to play pretend, let's keep our own ages— I’m game, just tell me what you wanna do.”

Bela kissed him in response and creeped onto his lap.

Dean’s hands found her hips and dragged her closer, while his tongue turned the kiss sloppy. She hummed into his mouth and rubbed the warmth between her legs against his hardening dick. They really didn’t have time for a whole scenario here, but he wanted to make her happy.

“You like it a little dirty? Fucking groupie just need to get a piece of me to brag about to all your friends? Huh?”

Her voice came out accentless and needy, always a performer and goddamn pro too. “Please, Dean, I just want to touch it. To feel you.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you can do more than that. How about you get on your knees and show me how much you want it?”

“I can do that— I love doing that,” Bela emphasized the last word, like it was too dirty to call by its name. 

“Yeah?” Dean leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans. “Show me.”

Bela eagerly dug him out of his boxers and fly, stroking him to his full glory. Her eyes sparkled conspiratorially. Dean tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before she took him deep inside her mouth.

Fucking hell was she warm and sucked him like she was pulling a golf ball through a garden hose.

“That’s it, take me deep. Show me how much you want me to come down that tight little throat of yours,” Dean growled, nearly spitting the words out until he closed his eyes. 

         He was transported back into his shower at home, the thoughts of you on your knees, of you teasing him, and running your bottom lip over the ridge of his tip. You lapping up the bead of precum you coaxed out of his slit. Dean wanted it to be you more than he should. But more than that, he wanted you anyway he could have you. And the thought of all the ways he would make you scream was what sent him over.

“FUCK!” Dean shouted, biting his bottom lip and holding Bela’s head in place as his dick finished twitching through his orgasm.

Bela purred and licked him clean. 

“You’re a fucking menace, I’ll have you know.” Dean said exasperated. And then pulled her face to his for a final kiss. “UGH! I have to go to at least another two parties now.”

Bela chuckled. “You can do it. You’re the lead singer of Phantom Traveler! You can’t be made useless from a single blow job.”

“Yeah, well, it was a killer bj.”

Bela rolled her eyes. “Stop bragging and help me fix my hair.”

Dean did as he was told.

Crowley was waiting at the after party. Which, fucking figured, but Dean and Bela showed up fashionably late had the snarky asshole smugger than a grandma who just gave her grandson his fifth cookie before sending him home for nap time.

Dean looked around the club, keeping quick tabs on the rest of the band and SPS. Jody and Donna were talking to Pam in the corner and he wouldn’t be surprised if somebody swapped hotel rooms that night. Those women knew how to have fun.

Patience and Kevin were talking to some more dressed up fans that might actually be family of someone or another at the label. Dean couldn’t remember what Crowley’s son looked like the last time he saw him, besides having an early Beatles ‘do.

Nancy and Sam were talking animatedly about something nerdy, Dean was certain. It even looked like Sam had found himself a triple red eye somewhere tonight, because there was no way that moose was that awake this late naturally.

Lee was sweet talking a group of ladies along the half wall near the bar, as Cesar watched from the corner amused. All of their people were there it seemed, he just hadn't spotted Charlie yet until he got a solid knuckle to the bicep.

“Took you long enough!” 

“A wizard is never late, he arrives precisely when he means to,” Dean quoted in his best Ian McKellan voice.

“Dude! Stop, you can’t do a good Gandalf and you know it!” Charlie begged. “So? Good night so far?”

She eyed Bela knowingly. “See anybody on my team? Besides the openers? I’m not touching that kind of drama again. Though Pam looks like she may be—?”

Dean chuckled. “Pam does what Pam wants— too late to stop her now. But, uh, I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

Charlie held up her fist and Dean met it with a solid bump. “See you ‘round, Red.”

Bela waved at her as she left, comfortable at Dean’s side and smug as ever.

Dean made his way to the hor'dourves table and Bela went to find them fresh drinks. As far as afterparties went, it was a little more high brow than they usually were, but it wasn’t bad. 

Dean just wasn’t feeling it.

Or maybe it was the way Victor was leaning in to hear you better as you discussed something or another with him and Bobby and Annie across the bar. They ate and they drank and they got rowdier once everyone made it to the hotel. Lee had two girls heading up to his room, but he and Pam were arguing over who got to use their room for the night and who was picking up their luggage to make getting ready in the morning easier.

Sam and Madison kept stopping every five feet to kiss or grope one another. While Charlie and some curly haired girl with cat ears sticking out of her head were almost as gross.

SPS were riding into the hotel on the roadies’ backs, little Nancy on Jesse and Donna on Benny like they were jockeys or cowgirls. Kevin and Patience were carrying their bags and shoes, apparently, behind them, amused and begrudgingly helpful. Dean, Bela, you and Cesar all rode up on an elevator together, leaving behind most of the mayhem for a blissful stretch of two minutes of quiet.

You actually may have fallen asleep standing up.

Dean nudged you and you quickly snapped out of it, fumbling for your room key and dragging Bela with you.

“Uh, Y/N? I’m going to Dean’s— I’ll just get my stuff in the morning.”

“What? Oh! Yeah, of course.” You yawned so hard, Dean had to take a deep one himself. It didn’t lessen the heat that crept up his neck as you watched Bela walk the opposite way down the hall from your room. “See you guys— see you guys at breakfast.”

Dean wanted to say something, to be reassuring, you looked so sullen all of the sudden. His mouth wouldn’t work and his feet didn’t either until Bela tugged on his elbow and marched towards his penthouse suite.

He really wanted to shoot her in that moment.

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Chapter 27: Molto

[dangraccoon]

Conspiracies

Day 28 ~ CCTV ~

Echo

Word Count: 1215 (heh, that's my birthday (which is the reason Fluke's number is that in reverse)) Content: conspiracy, reference to major character death because apparently I can't leave Fives' death alone, righteous anger, confrontation, sith magic (Fox), star wars sign language

Mando'a Guide: vode - brothers hut'uun - coward; worst possible insult to mandos osik'la - shitty sheb'palon - asshole dini'la jetii - insane jedi di'kut - idiot

Echo’s eyes turned glassy as he watched the footage. The audio was corrupted, but he could see his twin’s anguish, his fear- he could feel it in his own bones.

As Fox fired, Echo recoiled–as though he’d taken the hit himself–jerking his arm back, still stuck in the scomp port. 

He groaned, willing the scomp to twist and release him from the images being burned into his mind.

He’d been a fool. Rex told him everything he’d wanted to know about Fives’ death. He told him everything Fives said, everything he said. Every dismissal from his former general. That particular newfound blame and resentment would have to be left to simmer in his gut. He couldn’t confront a general. A commander, however…

Echo had collected himself quickly, rushing back to the officers’ barracks they’d housed him in, covering himself in the new armor he’d received. 

The walk wasn’t long, fortunately, but he struggled to push that horrid image from his mind.

“Fives, stay with me, Fives! Fives!”

“The mission… the nightmares… they’re finally over…”

“Fives? No, Fives… come on, Fives. Don’t go! Stay with me. Stay with me.”

He shuddered beneath the chill that rolled down the cybernetics that lined his back. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the haunted final words of his twin. 

The door to the Coruscant Guard office slid open, and the trooper currently condemned to front desk duty sat up, clearly confused by the sight before him. He seemed to be a shiny and looking up to see a brother, wrapped in burn scars, metal, and unique armor with a particularly pissed expression? Well, Echo couldn’t blame the slight panic he saw flash across his face.

“Where’s Fox?” he growled, all hints of calm or politeness eradicated from his voice.

The shiny pointed down a hallway. “His office,” he nearly whimpered. “Last door on the left.”

“Thanks,” he muttered as he stormed down the hall.

He didn’t bother knocking, scomp whirring the door open.

Fox sputtered, rising from his chair. “What the hell? Who the kriff are you?”

“Who the kriff are you to go around murdering your brothers?” Echo roared, closing the short distance between him and the commander.

Echo grabbed Fox’s chest plate, slamming him against the wall, his scomp pressing into his ribcage. “How many vode did you kill today? Does the number even matter to you?”

Fox’s scowl didn’t change. “You must be that ARC Cody told me about. Not surprised to see you here.” He tapped a button on his vambrace. “Call Captain Rex, 7567 from the 501st. Tell him to get his ass down here yesterday.”

Echo chuckled humorlessly. “What, are you gonna murder me in front of him just like you murdered Fi–”

“Fives didn’t give me a choice,” Fox said, his voice too calm, too even, despite the way his head seemed to jerk painfully. “He tried to assassinate the Chancellor–”

“He’d never do anything like that without a reason!” Echo snarled, throwing Fox to the ground. He was about to jump on him when a familiar voice stopped him. “Fives, no!”

“Echo, stand down!” Rex shouted as he pulled his brother away from the commander. Cody moved past to Fox as Echo struggled against his Captain.

“This hut’uun murdered Fives right in front of you!” Echo raged. 

Rex growled. “Echo–”

“I was following orders,” Fox spat. 

Cody sighed, “Fox, don’t–”

“That order was wrong and you know it! Fives needed help, not a kriffing blaster bolt to the chest!”

“That’s enough, Echo!” Rex screamed, finally wrestling his friend into a headlock until he stopped struggling. He dragged him out of the office into an interrogation room.

“Echo, you know it wasn’t his fault,” Rex panted. He ran a hand over his face. “The whole osik’la situation was kriffed from the beginning. He didn’t have a choice.”

“We always have a choice!” Echo cried. “I read the files on Umbara; I know Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase stood up to that shebs’palon sith wannabe. I know you did, too!”

“Umbara was different,” Rex sighed. 

“It proves–”

“Echo, stop.”

“–that if an order is morally corrupt–”

“I mean it, Echo.”

“–it shouldn’t be followed just because–”

Rex was on him in an instant, grabbing Echo by the collar. “I said stow it, trooper! Before I bust your ass back down to cadet.”

Echo’s words died in his throat, coating his tongue with a sour taste. He couldn’t think of a time he’d heard Rex more angry.

Rex took a deep breath, releasing his grasp. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, moving to lean against the table.

“Rex, I–”

“You know I’m not defending Fox, right?” Rex said, his eyes trained on the room across the hall. “Fives… he wasn’t himself. He should’ve known better than to pick up my pistol. I still don’t know why he did it.”

Echo closed his eyes. He could see the security cam footage behind his eyes–not that his neural interface would let him forget it. 

“You found the footage, didn’t you?” Rex asked, his voice softer.

Echo didn’t need to answer but he nodded anyway. 

“I know why you’re angry,” he continued. “I was angry for a while, too. We always expect to lose our brothers, but not at the hands of another one.”

Echo’s thoughts were back in the files from Umbara. 

“We all know what it’s like to receive orders we don’t agree with,” Rex said, his eyes finally landing on Echo’s face. “You should know that, too.”

Echo sighed. “I’m sorry, Rex.”

“I’m not the one you threw to the floor.”

“Right,” Echo said, turning towards the door.

“Maybe thank Cody while you’re at it; his soft spot for me is probably the only reason Fox didn’t put you on your ass.”

Echo knocked this time and waited for the door to slide open.

Cody let him in with a raised brow.

“Commander,” Echo started. “I acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

To his surprise, Fox chuckled. “Yeah, you’re one of Rex’s alright.”

Echo’s brows shot up. “I– what?”

“Little Rexy here was a firebrand back in the day, too,” Fox smirked, nodding to the captain as he joined them. “Always jumping without looking. Why did you think he got stuck with Skywalker? That dini’la jetii is the only person in the galaxy crazier than this di’kut.”

“Guess that does make sense,” Echo hummed, lips pulling in a slight smirk. 

Fox sighed. “For what it’s worth, Echo, I– I didn’t… agree with the order. I thought it was extreme.”

Echo nodded. “Thank you, Commander.”

“I was–” Fox started, before stopping with a slight gasp and groan as he clutched the side of his head.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Echo asked, startling slightly as Cody placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m– ugh, fine,” Fox growled, his eyes meeting Cody’s as his hands moved somewhat rapidly.

Cody sighed as he looked up at Echo’s confused expression. “He’s using Basic Sign Language. He said ‘I am silenced, but I’m so sorry.’”

Fox nodded as Echo looked at him, continuing to sign as Cody translated.

“‘You’re part of this now.’”

Fox gestured to Cody and Rex.

“Part of what?” Echo breathed.

Cody sighed as he translated again. “‘Your twin was right about the chips, and he’s alive.’”

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“This is ridiculous,” Durkin snapped. “Commander, why are you letting that bitch drag you around by the balls?”

            “The Kitzes have done more for this city than you’ll ever know, son. They get to call in a favor now and then,” McCormack said. “So, didja talk to Coyle? Did he leave?”

            “Jay Coyle was here? Huh?”

            “…Yeah? Didn’t he talk to you?”

            “He’s still suspended from the force. He shouldn’t even have a key to the building.”

            The wind picked up and the windows rattled. McCormack fumbled for his radio. “Hey, Fred, we got a little hair in the soup here. Watch out for Coyle, he’s—”

            A strange noise came out the speaker. The ‘organ music’ from the Ward, but in a distorted, squealing minor key. “Shit,” McCormack said, switching it off. “Both of you, don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He hurried toward the saferoom.

            Durkin sighed, got up and stretched. “What a weird fuckin’ night,” he muttered.

            “Tell me about it.”

            “So, why are you here? I mean the real reason.”

            “None of your business, that’s why,” she said, ignoring the fact that, in his situation, she’d also be begging for answers.

            “I’m making it my business.” He paused. “How’s my sister?”

            “Still a bitch. Did you expect anything else?”

            “Heh. Not really.” He moved closer. “Between you and me, Jessie ain’t exactly leaving room for Jesus either. Probably why she yaps about you so much. Keeps the focus off her. And she’s gonna love this one: you and some dirty-ass illiterate street kid both get arrested, and you needed his dick so bad you fucked in the broom closet.”

            Tabby, heart beating quickly, noticed with dismay there was nothing to throw at him and run. The chairs were bolted to the floor, and the fire extinguisher was on the opposite wall. He’d cornered her without her realizing it. “That’s not what happened, you fucking creep,” she growled.

            “Hey, who’s gonna know otherwise? And maybe I don’t tell her.”

            “Go away.” His cigarette breath hit her face.

            “Maybe you could do something nice for me instead.” He put a hand down her sweater. She pulled away, but his other arm caught her torso and forced her against the wall.

            “Fuck you!” She tried to knee him in the crotch, but he blocked it with his own leg. “Someone help!”

            “What’s wrong, you slut? You do this all the time at school, what’s the—agh! Fuck!”

            A stapler, thrown from behind, collided with the back of Durkin’s skull. He whipped around to see his assailant. A stream of blood stained his collar. His grasp loosened. Tabby bolted from his reach, to where her mother stood, her arm still extended. Mrs. Kitz and McCormack were there too now, running down from the stairwell.

            Rita pointed at him. “Sir, this man just sexually assaulted my daughter. I caught him in the act. I want him off your goddamn force and I want it now.” Tabby, clinging to her for the first time in who knew how long, nodded fiercely, not quite able to speak.

            Mrs. Kitz recoiled, her face a mix of anguish and fury. McCormack’s jaw dropped. He wordlessly motioned Durkin over, moving like a man in a dream. One weak “You son of a bitch,” when their eyes met was all he said.

            “And you! Your story was fake!” She looked at Mrs. Kitz. “There’s no boy here. Tabitha Katherine, we are leaving now, and you will all be hearing from my lawyer.”

            “Lockdown…we’re on lockdown.” McCormack said, shaking himself out of his stupor as he cuffed Durkin to a chair. “Nobody’s leaving. And there was a boy here, I saw him myself. Now he’s missing, Fred’s not responding, we’ve got a suspended officer going rogue…” he was pale and sweating. “Just…stay here, all of you.” Durkin rolled his eyes and jangled his handcuffs.

            Tabby wanted to ask him about Melanie, but he left too quickly. Mel was fine, surely. Mel wasn’t Tabby. Mel didn’t make stupid, reckless decisions.

            She looked at Rita. At Mom. It had been a while since Tabby thought of her that way. But Mom had just protected her. Saved her from something terrible. Tabby didn’t want to hate her mother, or the reverse. She wanted to have a normal, functional family, like everyone else she knew.

            And this could have, she would think later, it could really have been the start of something beautiful. If not for the next words out of Rita’s mouth:

            “So, high school boys aren’t enough anymore, huh? You’re going after grown men now?”

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I am also here to add to the EPIC: The Musical agenda!! Thank you fluff-void because you made my writing brain go brr <3 -Sheridan

Polites and Odysseus start a damn tickle war, once Odysseus’s ticklishness gets out.

It’s really cute; Polites is jumpy and giggly for however long Odysseus feels like dragging out his anticipation, which can be a while depending on how mean he’s feeling. 

He plays it completely straight too, despite the smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. 

“Why so jumpy, brother? I was merely letting you know it’s my watch!” 

“Ah, I didn’t mean to startle you, there was simply a loose thread I didn’t want to risk you getting caught on.”

He’s so smug, ugh. 

The master of playful condescension and sarcasm as he lers. 

“Oh; this tickles? I had no idea!”  

“Being as ticklish as this? You must be an anomaly even the Gods can’t figure out. Heh; that or they cursed you. Wonder what you did in a past life~? Maybe you were just too cute for your own good. I’m willing to believe it- just listen to those adorable giggles and hiccups of yours!”

No strategy a lee of his thinks up will work 9 times out of 10. He’ll typically either know the person well enough, wait them out, or get a read on their strategy and then nip it in the bud. 

Eurylochus let slip a bad spot of his only he remembered and started to hide, only appearing for his scheduled shifts, burying himself in his work. and dodging Odysseus at meal times only to get cornered in his room by an already waiting Odysseus who just grinned at him with a glint in his eyes. 

“You know, I don’t think I quite remember your worst spots nearly as well as you do mine; shall we rediscover them together?”

“Captain, we can talk about this!”

Eurylochus tries to plead his case, already feeling a grin spreading across his lips but Odysseus merely cracks his neck and starts to move towards him. 

“Oh I think you’ve already done quite enough talking for your own good, don't you?”

Eurylochus is lost to laughter after that. 

He’s the one that gets most embarrassed when tickled in public, or in front of his men. His laughter is loud, and hard to contain when he finally cracks. 

Odysseus truthfully isn’t much better embarrassment wise inwardly but his ler side tends to keep the men more in line, along with being Captain so no-one’s the wiser. 

Eurylochus is there to make sure no-one goes too far, and intervene or turn the tables for those that deserve it. cough Odysseus cough

Odysseus gets so flustered if a God shows up while he’s being wrecked. Good Lord.

He can typically hold onto some remnant of his Captain persona otherwise but he crumbles if Athena or Hermes show up, especially if either teases him, or makes a sarcastic comment or dry quip like he tends to do when he’s the ler, or Gods forbid they help? It’s all over for him.

I’M EATING THIS RIGHT THE FUCK UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA! They’re so fucking cute & silly, they deserve to just have some fun & chill out. This got a lil long ‘cause I’m “normal” about them

Odysseus & Polites just go back & forth getting each other, & it all started when Polites just wanted to sneak up & startle him while he was having a conversation. But he surprised him by squeezing his sides & Odysseus was like “oh, you wanna start this?” & he’s so innocent like “start what?” & that’s the last thing he’s able to say

He’s Odysseus favorite to wreck because he’s just so cute & he makes it too easy. Odysseus loves fucking with him & pretending he’s not, it’s literally his favorite game

Shxjsvxuu his flimsy excuses are so funny cause like, yeah he COULD be telling the truth, but look at that smirk! Look at his eyes sparkling! That’s pure mischief baby! & the way he’s just so smugly casual is almost like a dare to be called out on it. & Polites tried to, once

“I know that’s not what you’re really doing!” & Odysseus cocks his head like “oh? So you’re calling me a liar?” & Eurylochus is looking at him from over the captain’s shoulder like don’t do it, but Polites keeps on truckin’. “No, that’s not what I’m saying” “then what are you saying?” & he’s using that teasy mocking tone & Polites is trying not to giggle & is like “you’re just trying to mess with me” & he grins & shrugs like “well now that you put the idea in my head” & Polites tries to be like “but the idea was already in your head!” But he’s wrestled to the ground before he can finish that sentence

I fucking love your examples of some of his teases cause they’re so spot on! He’s so smug & mean about it, he’s literally such a bullyyyy. He LOVES rubbing it in their face how ticklish they are or how much they’re laughing. Literally the best worst

Poor poor Eurylochus knew he fucked up the moment he said it. It just slipped out, Polites was finally getting some well deserved revenge, & in front of a small audience of some very amused soldiers. But he could see Odysseus was trying to get the upper hand, so he casually says “you should try his hips, they make him scream louder than the gods” & then freezes because he knows the target he just put on his back. & as if to confirm it, it the midst of the struggle Odysseus catches his eye & mouths “you’re dead” soooo yeah it’s time for his disappearing act

Some of the soldiers that bore witness catch on when they see that he’s not hanging around their captain & think it’s hilarious. They’ll sneak up behind him & go “boo” pretending to be Odysseus & it gives him a heart attack every damn time! Polites definitely notices his absence by their captain’s side & hunts him down to tease him about it. It backfires, but it was worth it in the moment. After like a week of hiding & strategic avoidance, he goes to his room to grab something. He walks in & the door slams shut behind him & Odysseus is standing there with his hand on the door, smug as ever. Just like “you’re a tough man to track down, you know that?”

He just starts backing up wondering if he could fit through the porthole window, slowly & carefully trying to plead his case. But Odysseus’s smile never falters & he’s just so ready to make him shut the hell up & laugh

Eurylochus has prided himself on his ability to always keep a cool head in most situations, so he gets really flustered any time he loses his composure. & nothing makes you lose your composure more than being tickled

He’s definitely really shy about it & his top priority is trying to hide his face or muffle his laughter. Odysseus loves to point out how he’d rather hide than fight back (that backfires because now he IS fighting back & Odysseus wasn’t prepared for that)

Odysseus talks such a big game for someone who can’t take what he dishes out. He blushes so much as soon as someone starts teasing him. He gets so cute & shy if he thinks he’s about to get wrecked & he goes over every escape option in his head

Ksbskandkf he would absolutely die on the fucking spot if a god personally bore witness to him in such a vulnerable, embarrassing position. Athena once showed up in the middle of Eurylochus & Polites wrecking him & she just quietly waits for them to finish. He’s soooo flustered & pissy that she just stood there & did nothing “I mean, the least you could’ve done was leave” & she’s smirking like “I need to talk to you. And you deserved to be humbled” but he’s still grumpy & embarrassed about it