#i thought i got over him and then i didnt

[twmz-03]

Caleb who sees you and Zayne fucking and cant get it out of his head…

MDNI 18+ ONLYYYY !!!!

so i tried to make this a header to give yall some visual… credits to whoever made it. I got it from pinterest.

-Start-

You go to zayne for your doctors appointment and caleb was supposed to pick you up. You had told him to wait in the car and so he did… until he got curious as to why you were taking so long. Its just a quick check up isnt it ??

So caleb… so curious, goes inside and asks the receptionist “hey! Its me again. Just gonna go chat with zayne.” She smiles at him and points towards his office.

Caleb then walks to zaynes office but as he reaches for the handle, he hears noises. At first he couldnt believe what he was hearing. Shocked and disgusted but jealous wishing it was him. The moans got louder as zayne was hitting that spot so good and deep.

Your somewhat loud moans calling out his name made caleb feel angry. Theres no way zayne is doing this in broad daylight AND to one of his patients. He lingers a while hearing your beautiful noises of pleasure suddenly feeling that hes getting hard.

Quickly realizing this situation he has going on in his pants, he goes back to his car in a rush. Caleb slams the car door shut panting, and his face blushed. All he can think about is how he could probably make you feel wayyyy better than him. He knew zayne was a good looking guy but come onnnnnn!!!!

Finally after 15 minutes pass you come back to the car, get in and open the passengers side mirror. You look at yourself fixing your hair and applying more lip color before talking to caleb.

“Took you long enough.” He says in a somewhat irritated tone. You look at him with an eyebrow raised hoping he doesnt find out why you took a long time. “Yeah… I just had to do some exams and talk about my charts real quick…” he gives you a suspicious look before turning facing back to the front before driving off back home.

Since caleb was staying at your place in linkon you let him stay in the living room since you didnt have an extra room. Which meant while you were cozy sleeping good after having a good time today, caleb was slowlyyyy going crazy. Still thinking about what he heard today. “Ugh that damn zayne.” He says before turning to lay on his back.

He thought about how zaynes hands were probably touching every beautiful curve of yours and how your pretty breasts were so close to him and how your wet cunt took him. He then feels hes getting a hard on. He quickly gets up and goes to the bathroom and locks the door.

He finally slouches against the wall before unbuckling his pants and taking out his long hard cock before stroking it a few times. Cum barely leaking out just thinking of you and your scrumptious pussy he wishes he could be eating.

His hand goes faster up and down his length until he gets needy and desperate to finish and starts thrusting into his fist, coming all over his hands. He pants and whimpers feeling so helpless but so good imagining you.

“I dont know about you zayne, but youre not going to be the only one fucking her..” he says quietly to himself.

-End-

So guys i hope this lived up to your expectations. I wrote one fanfic head canon and disappeared for a month. 🥲 I remember saying how i didnt know much abt caleb but after grinding to complete the story line, i love him so muchhhhh!!! Hes so cute and adorable and literally straight up bf material! ❣️

Ive also been trying so hard to get the new spring cards and so far ive only gotten Xavier. Im still happy abt it though. Especially since im f2p. 🥹

I thought abt this the other day and was like hmm not bad. Anyways, if you have any suggestions, please leave a requestttt!!!!

[westanleovaldito]

Not So Bad

Summary: Reader cutting Spencers hair.

Fluff, scissors, mentions of mental illness and sensory issues.

Written with early seasons/autistic Reid in mind. Hardly proofread

Spencer was... Introverted, to say the very least.

He reluctantly let you into his life. He never really liked trusting people, but you felt different, calming, almost. Like he didnt need to break down his walls, because you scaled them with such quiet ease.

He took you on a few dates. Soon, you lost count of how many nights you spent on the floor, reading and waiting for the library to close, secretly hoping you'd be forgotten and be trapped in there for the night.

How many afternoons you'd spent in the corner of a coffee shop, buzzing with caffeine and letting him ramble every fact he knew, letting words sink into you so you could bounce back with equal enthusiasm.

All you knew, it was enough for him to know he wanted to bring you into his space. He took you back to his apartment.

It was a massive step for you two, for him to trust you in his space, to figuratively and literally let you into his mind and heart.

You didn't really know what to do. You took your shoes off at the door, stood awkwardly as he gave you the tour, restrained yourself from touching every trinket.

Eventually, he went off to the bathroom and you stood with your head cocked to the side, reading the book titles on his shelf.

"Ugh, I need to cut my hair again." He groaned. As you turned, you saw him messing with his hair in the mirror nearby.

"I think it looks nice." You say in response, humming as you shift over to meet his gaze through the mirror. "Your waves are really cute- I like them"

He pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair before turning to look at you. "I never really learned to take care of them..."

Tilting your head, you reached out to touch him. Quickly pausing, you retract your hand. "Sorry- c-can I..?" Waiting for his nod before you ruffle his hair. "You cut your own hair?"

Spencer never liked barbers.

Never.

Too many sensations, touches, the talking? And the fact that a stranger was holding scissors near his hair? A stranger that never ever followed his instructions or systems- and almost always cutting it wrong?

Ok, that sounds horrible and rude... He just... couldn't stand it.

So, he started cutting his own hair at home. For a moment, it was nice. He liked the 'tssssip!' Sound, the feeling of cleaning the hair off the floor and sink, how sterile he felt- no feeling of the social setting seeping into his skin.

Then it started to become a chore. The ache his arms got from trying to reach the back, the fact that he never got it just right- ok. The back was the worst of his problems. And he never really trusted his mom with the scissors.

He also hated how people always touched him when they found out he did his own hair, inspecting him, likely judging him. You weren't like that- you were talking to him- shit

"I- uh- yeah" he nodded, bitting his lip. "I know it looks bad- I just-"

"I cut my own hair too" you interrupt softly, moving to look at the back of his head. "My mom hated it, but couldn't stop me."

"My mom never noticed..."

A sad hum from you, who was now analyzing him. He had seen that look before, from an artist who was looking at a blank canvas. "When did you start?"

After my mom's schizophrenia got unbearable?

"I don't remember..."

It wasn't a full lie. He didn't remember what age he started, but he didn't tell the whole truth either.

"Hm... want me to try?"

Spencer hesitated. Visibly thinking. Did he really trust you enough? Did he even need a haircut that badly?

The thoughts persisted until he was staring out the bathroom window, with you seated contently on his counter.

You had yet to start snipping. He could still back out- did he want to back out?

"Just- just a trim?"

Why did his mouth betray him?

"Just a trim?" You ask skeptically. "Not even a scalp massage? A kiss for luck?"

He turned around with a begrudging smile. "If you need luck, I'm not sure I trust you with my hair!"

"I'm kidding! I jest, my love!" You giggle, turning him back around. Pressing a kiss to the back of his head, you carefully take a strand, and cut it.

After he got out of thinking about the germs and the best, most logical way to do it... He... liked it. It was pleasant! You didnt talk to much, your touch was delicate, you had scrubbed your hands before you started, you even hummed along to some song he couldn't place.

When you turned him around to cut his bangs, you carefully brushed his hair behind his ear and cut it at the right length that he could keep it out of his face!

Every small snip was with him in mind. And when you were done? How you shook out his hair and then the towel, setting the scissors in a cup of alcohol.

Pulling back and cupping his face with such delicate reverence that he almost never felt. "I think I did a pretty good job..." you murmur, scanning every inch of his face.

It was such a soft, intimate moment between you two. He let you in, and you held him like a glass flower.

"I- I dont think it's bad..."

You look back to his eyes with a cocked brow.

"I haven't even seen it... you're in the way of the mirror" he chuckled reluctantly.

"Sorry~" you mutter in a mock apologetic tone before pressing a kiss to his lips.

He almost forgot about how much he wanted to see his hair, before you parted, and slid off the counter.

Maybe he didnt have to cut his own hair anymore.

[novas-corner]

Gang I saw someone make a post about being isekaid (???) into LaDS and I think it would be really funny to write my own version (heavy inspiration taken from them but I saw this months ago and cannot remember who they are, if it was you homie you cool asf.)

Um anyway, I think it’s funny so here is basically just… me??? But written as something anyone can read. Being isekai’d (?????) into LaDS (I’m only there to collect cards and stare at pretty men, I genuinely know little to nothing about their lore, this will be painful to read if you’re deep into their lore😍)

This has been read once over, just to make sure I didn’t add my own name in anywhere, but that’s about it

I DIDNT ASSIGN COLOURS TO THEM AND IM ON MY PHONE SO ITS LIMITED (oh yeah hi this is me weeks later writing more of this, you wouldn’t know that though, this all came out at once) ANYWAYS COLOURS ARE HERE.

Xavier. Zayne. Rafayel. Sylus. Caleb.

Ok anyways back to whatever this mess is 🤩

Oh fuck! An isekai!!

One day you’d be just playing your silly little gacha game, staring at the screen as you debate if you wanna swipe the card or not. You decide ‘the gods will give me a sign if I should or not’ knowing damn well you probably will anyways (This if for my gambling addicted freaks… you spend too much money on pixels, put the card dOWN)

You decide to sleep on it instead of spending the twelve dollars left in your account on a few pixels. The decision will be slept on and if you roll over in your sleep an accidentally send yourself into debt… oopsies!!! Y’know? God forbid someone have their hobbies!

What you did not expect however was waking up on solid ground in someone’s house… did you drink before going to bed and forget..? Whose house is this???? Why does it look so… familiar? You swear you’ve seen this place before, maybe you met an old friend and passed out on their floor? But you swear you didn’t go out last night, so how in the hell…

While you’re sitting on the floor pondering what in the hell is going on a knock at the door snaps you out of this trace of yours.

You pause.

More knocking.

Well fuck… someone should answer that… and you seem to be the only person home.

You reluctantly pull yourself off the floor and over to the door, the person knocks again as you open the door. He’s mid knock and you recognize this very familiar face.

“XAVIER..?”

You can’t help the shocked call of his name that tumbles out of your mouth, you’re staring at him wide eyed and he’s just looking at you confused.

“…yes? We had a date for today, did you sleep in again?”

He’d say with a small chuckle, letting himself in and ruffling your hair.

“You look a mess, not in a bad way though!”

He says backtracking his words slightly. You’re still stood at the door slack-jawed when you notice a mirror and move over to it… damn you really do look a mess.

But not just that, you look eerily like your character from LaDS… oh dear.

“I WAS ISEKAID?????”

You’re freaking out a bit right now, you never play the game for the story, you don’t know their personalities, they’re going to act so much different than you’d expect and you won’t be able to stop it.

You pause, thinking for a moment. Ain’t they all in different timelines or something..? FUCK YOU GOT THE XAVIER ONE. Whatever he’s still cute as all hell and a FREAK so you could get used to it. (I’m a Caleb person, so sue me, this is me if I was isekaid not you)

He’s standing behind you now, confused.

“Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”

You don’t know how to answer, lucky for you, you don’t need to due to another goddamn knock at your door.

“Oh did you plan something with Tara at the same time again..? We can go out later if you need”

He’s smiling as he opens the door, sweet as sugar he is. His smile however, fades pretty quickly seeing another man at your door.

Your face drops, you feel faint, why you??? Give the isekai to someone else!!

It’s Zayne!!! Yaaaaayyy…

Alright well you could maybe talk your way out of this… or well… you thought you could. One by one more of them show up until five men are surrounding you as you sit on the couch, head in your hands as you try and figure this mess out.

Rafayel and sylus are doing most of the talking, arguing with each other about who’s dating who and whatnot.

Eventually you get sick of the lot of them, standing up and shouting at them to shUT THE FUCKUP-

“Okay please for the love of gods just shut up! Gods!! Your bickering is driving me insane I’m just trying to think!!”

“Think about what, the fact you’ve been cheating on all of us?”

Your head snaps to Rafayel.

“Listen to me and listen good mister man. I ain’t the me you know, I hardly know all of y’all in general!! Is an isekai a thing here?? Do y’all know what that is?”

The five are clearly confused, you don’t let them speak.

“Well it’s what happened to me, I’ve been brought from a different reality into whatever the hell this one is, and somehow I wasn’t put in the main story but eACH OF THE DIFFERENT TIMELINES.”

You’re frustrated, flopping back down on the couch with your head in your hands.

“I don’t know how I got here I just know I’m not supposed to be here. None of this is right and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Sylus smacks Rafayel on the back of the head and tells him to apologize, which he walks over to your side and places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Hey… I’m sorry…”

This does not however stop (man I gotta assign personalities to all these mfs hold on I’m googling it… okay I’m back five minutes later, I’ve got it kinda right for the OG three, luckily the only two I’ve paid any attention to are Sylus and Caleb 😭‼️) Xavier from looking at you confused.

“So we’re all… from a video game..?”

Euuuhhggh… maybe you shouldn’t have let that slip… gods now you’re gonna deal with a mid-life crisis from these idiots-

“So you would know… things about us we haven’t told you then… right?”

You’re confused but nod.

“I mean yeah kinda? My issue here is that I don’t… play the story that much, I’m bad at focusing on something for a while”

“Oh? Interesting sweetie… what are we like then?”

An excuse to yap about the game??? SAY LESS.

“Well… hmmm… Sylus you’re a mafia boss troupe I guess, mean, cold, scary, tough… I’m running out of words here… regardless, you’re like an angry kitten, which is ironic since that what you call ME. When we meet you’re so mean, you try and kill me kinda, whatever… and then in the alternate universe where we date you’re literally the sweetest ever??? It’s kinda confusing. ALSO. YOU HAVE SUCH A BACKSTORY WITH US??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE A DRAGON WHO SAVED US AND THEN WE KILLED YOU AND FATED YOU TO SEARCH FOR US FOREVER??? THATS SO DEPRESSING??? Ooooh sorry I ramble a bit sometimes.”

You add that last part in with a small laugh, he’s staring at you absolutely dumbfounded.

“Oh right I guess your version of me didn’t know that… oops??”

You look around the room, asking if anyone else wants to hear your opinions on their story, they all do (I just want to write it, I find it funny) so you turn to Caleb, who is your personal favorite (but you won’t say that out loud, it could end in a death.)

“You’re like my adopted brother, which is a bit weird when you think too hard about it but whatever you’re hot so I can look past it. You’re colonel of the fleet or something, you were only recently added to the game and unfortunately I didn’t get your extra story because I’m a broke bitch who will not pay for it. OH ALSO YOU TRICKED US INTO THINKING YOU DIED???? I WAS SO INVESTED IN THE STORY AT ONE POUNT AND WAS ENTIRELY SHOCKED THAT THE HOUSE BLEW UP WITH YOU INSIDE IT.”

He just chuckles and ruffles your hair. You push his hand away with a small glare and fix said hair (so sorry to anyone that’s not got hair reading this, just pretend for the sake of it being me and not you 🤩) now looking to Rafayel.

“You mister, you’re a pain in the butt. You’re annoying, you talk back, AND I THINK YOU KILLED ME IN A PAST LIFE??? I don’t know, mister mermaid boy and whatever else. You’re fun though I guess, and usually really funny, also impatient as all hell… which is ironic since I’m pretty sure we act the exact same. Or well- you act like how I act, not the MC, but ME.”

“Well that’s something”

“Yeah yeah whatever… Zayne you’re like… a cutie patootie who can do no wrong in my eyes. You’re my doctor but also my childhood friend, free healthcare for LIIIFE. You’ve probably managed to die like twice??? I’ll be so real I have not paid much attention to your lore, you’re just super sweet and rather quiet… which is probably why you have not spoken yet…”

He just nods, not really paying much attention… jackass…

“And Xavier!!! You’re mysterious as fuck, my guy I’ve played this game for months now and I still do not understand anything about you. You show up out of nowhere as my mysterious work partner and then in all of our alternate universe stuff you’re sleepy as heck and a FREAK. OH MY GODS YOURE SO FREAKY. I EXPECTED SYLUS TO BE THE SLUT BUT NO, SIR YOU’RE INSANE.”

He shrugs

“I know what I want”

“Right well anyways, now that introductions are out of the way… what’s uh… what’s the plan here?”

You’re looking around at the group, who are mostly still not over the things they have learned they’re video game characters.

“Well… we had a date planned… so I vote everyone else leaves and we go on said date”

Which okay fair enough, but here comes the loud ones again arguing against it. You groan, moving over to Zayne, who has literally been silent this whole time, he’s like the calm amidst the storm for you right now.

“I’m glad you’re at least chill about all this… pun not intended”

He laughs a bit at your words, patting you on the head.

“Well you don’t know what’s going on and if what you’re saying is to be believed, you had a life outside this. I’m sure us fighting like this is only adding to your stress.”

“Sir I could marry you right now, why are you such a sweetie??”

You blurt out like an idiot. He just chuckles again, wrapping an arm around you. He’s surprisingly warm for his evol being y’know… ICE??

You both just kinda watch the rest of them (mostly raf let’s be real) bicker, looking back up at him.

“Should I step in befor- SYLUS DO NOT KILL RAFAYEL-“

That mf got FED UP with that fish, and unfortunately fish are prey to birds. Sylus was about to use his evol on Rafayel and Rafayel was about to retaliate. The two look over to you as you shout at Sylus.

“As sweet as it is that you’re still willing to fight over me knowing I’m not the person you’ve grown to care for or whatever, I ain’t letting you kill each other. I’m very bad around blood, I will puke and never forgive you.”

You say with a glare, walking over to the two. Rafayel hold hind hands up in surrender. Sylus just shrugs, Xavier and Caleb didn’t attack but Caleb definitely seemed ready to.

“For now until we figure out how to get me back to my universe… can we all just… chill?”

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground, a noise of surprise (it can be as loud as Tom from Tom and Jerry, or a cute kawaii lil noise, idc make it up, have some whimsy) comes out of your mouth as you find dAMN CALEB WITH HIS FLOATY POWERS-

He just hugs you, fall in back onto the couch.

“Yeah we can make that work pipsqueak, let’s all just relax m’kay?”

He’s patting your head all sweet while giving the others a shit eating grin, they want to fight but remember you literally JUST told them not to, and so they reluctantly gather on the couch with the two of you.

“Well… not how I expected my night to go.”

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HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA SO SORRY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE FOR NO REASON. ITS SO SILLY??? Also this was almost purely just a me yapping to myself one day and then I went “lol what if I wrote this down?”

Anyways I might make separate one shots of like dates with each boy separate or together. We’ll see if I want to or if people want me to. Idk, I just got here man 🤩

[doctorbitchcrxft]

After School Special | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: self-hate, mentions of suicide, drug use, mentions of arrests, mentions of addiction, canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 5407

A/N: DISASTER STRUCK. i had this queued and it didnt post😭😭😭😭so sorry yall! hope you enjoy!!!

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Something was still tugging at you after how somber Sam seemed following your last hunt. He seemed like he’d taken what Dean said about dying before getting old or ending up an obsessive alcoholic like Bobby pretty hard. However, you couldn’t piece together what Sam would do in response to those fears to mitigate that worry within himself. 

Dean’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “You’re awful quiet back there.”

You looked up at him from your spot in the backseat of the Impala, noticing he was staring over his shoulder at you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugged. Dean looked over you, as if trying to piece together your thoughts just based on your physicality. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Will you be upset if I say, ‘not particularly’?” you asked, almost embarrassed to be asking that.

“No.” He paused for a moment. “I am worried about you, though.”

“Why?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. 

“ ‘Cause of just… everything,” he finally decided. “It’s hard seein’ you so tense all the time.”

You shrugged. “The crown’s heavy, I guess,” you tried to joke, but your tone conveyed no humor.

Dean just stared at you, giving you one of his trademark unreadable looks.

You gave him a playfully-challenging bitchface. “You know how I feel about that look.”

He quirked a brow at you, smirking a little. Dean’s face still held more sincerity than yours did, clearly not appreciating that you were trying to change the subject. 

Then, Sam ducked down into the car. 

“So?” you asked while you ignored Dean’s eyes still on you in the rearview mirror. 

“I think she's telling the truth.” Sam had been posing as a psychiatric nurse to speak to a high school student who’d beaten another to death. “I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically; kind of sounds like demonic possession to me.”

“ ‘Kind of’?” Dean echoed. 

“She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur.”

The older of the two shrugged. “Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious.”

“Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school,” Sam replied. 

“Right.” Dean’s voice dropped, turning into almost a grumble. “The school.”

“What?” you asked. 

“Truman High, home of the Bombers,” Dean replied. 

“I’m not following,” you said.

“We went there, like, for a month a million years ago,” your partner explained. He then addressed his brother. “Why are you so jazzed to go back?”

“I'm not,” Sam replied. “I just think it's worth looking into.”

“All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?” Dean questioned. 

Sam smirked. “Don’t worry. I got an idea.”

****

“Nice shorts,” you smirked at Dean. You scanned him from the ground up, eyes roaming over the calf-high socks, red shorts that just barely covered his ass, the tight white polo with the school’s logo, and the sweatband that made up his substitute PE teacher outfit. 

You crossed your arms over your chest wearing a cardigan and skirt, and you felt completely out of place. Your job was to pose as a substitute English teacher, and Sam was pretending to be a janitor.

“The whistle makes me their god,” Dean smirked, referring to the class playing a hectic game of dodgeball on the court behind him.

Sam walked up to you and Dean as you giggled at your partner’s goofy comment. 

“Find anything?” you asked the younger brother. 

“I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur,” he replied. 

“No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case,” Dean said. 

Sam shrugged, face twisting in disappointment. “I don't know. Maybe I was wrong.”

“Well, it happens to the best of us,” Dean snarked. “I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch; it’s sloppy-joe day.” 

A pudgy little boy ran past you and the boys, groaning and holding his nose. 

“Good hustle, Colby!” Dean called after him. “Walk it off!”

****

You headed past a classroom on the way to the break room when you heard a boy shout, “Why? Cause you're a stupid, brain-dead dick?”

You stopped by the cracked-open door, watching in curiosity. 

“I'm gonna shove my fist down your throat, you little freak,” the other replied. 

You could see the two children standing next to a spinning Cuisinart blender; clearly in a culinary class of some kind. 

“That fist?” the first said to the other. 

“Yeah.”

Then, you watched in horror as the grinning boy grabbed the other’s fist and shoved it into the blender. Immediately, screams broke out in the classroom as you ran to the aid of the boys. The boy whose hand had been shoved in the blender was being helped out of the room by another classmate, and the one who’d hurt the other looked woozy before falling toward the ground. 

You caught him just before he hit the ground, and you felt something goopy hit your arm. You gently rolled him aside a little to see ectoplasm dribbling out of his ear and smeared on your arm. 

Then, the child began to roll his head as he woke up again, groaning, “What happened?”

****

When the dust— or, rather, splattered blood— had cleared, the students were all brought into the gym. As substitute teachers, you and Dean had to be there. Sam was simply allowed to continue his job, and he’d actually been the one to clean up the scene. He used that time as an excuse to search for any other evidence of ghosts you’d missed. 

You stood next to Dean with your arms crossed over your chest, looking on as the assembly continued. Your eyes scanned the bleachers, and you saw quite a few upperclassmen girls ogling Dean. You simply rolled your eyes, knowing their school girl crushes would get them nowhere. However, it made you wonder what Dean had been like when he was in their age group. Had he been as much of a player as he was when you’d met him? Possibly even more so?

A sense of melancholy began to fall over you as you wished you could’ve known Dean when he was young. Growing up the way you did, you didn’t have a traditional high school education. It was your responsibility to seek out knowledge that didn’t pertain to hunting, and you wanted to soak up as much as you could. 

Sometimes, you’d sneak out to homecoming football games at the public schools nearby or find a few kids spray painting abandoned buildings 0r skating to smoke a joint with, but your interest in socializing never extended far beyond a few nights out at a bar.

You and Dean snuck out the back door of the assembly to meet up with Sam, who you’d seen walk past the window in the door just moments prior. 

“How's the nonviolence assembly going?” Sam asked as the three of you walked down the vacant hallway. 

“Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a— what’d they call it, (Y/N)?” Dean snapped his fingers at you while he tried to remember.

“ ‘Healthy display of anger’,” you quoted, snickering. 

“Right,” Dean chortled. “So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?”

You nodded.

“Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit,” Sam added. “It's got to be ghost possession.”

“Yeah, but that's pretty rare.”

“Yeah, but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body.”

Dean didn’t seem convinced. “Alright, so, what? We got a ghost in the building?”

“Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF.”

You chimed in, “Maybe we could find out who it is. Y’know, check and see if somebody died bloody in here.” 

“Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this.” Dean took a piece of folded paper out of his pocket. When he’d unfolded it and started explaining, Sam’s face dropped. “So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked. 

Sam sighed. “I knew him. How did he die?”

“He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom,” Dean answered, a little more sympathetically. 

Sam’s eyes lit up with realization. “That’s where—”

“Right where the chick got swirlied to death, exactly,” Dean cut him off. “So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?”

“And using them to go after bullies, yeah.” Sam nodded, still seeming very pensive.

“Well, does that sound like Barry’s M.O.?” Dean prompted. 

“Barry had a hard time.”

Your lips drew together in a sympathetic pout. “What happened?” you asked gently. 

The brunet sighed again. “This guy, Dirk. Real asshole. It was him messing with Barry most of the time.”

You nodded, waiting for Sam to continue his story. 

“One time, I was walking with Barry, and Dirk slapped the books out of his hand. I’d tried to stand up to him, and it just ended with a teacher tryin’ to convince Dirk not to beat the shit outta me.”

Dean looked confused. “Where was I when all this happened? I woulda helped you, y’know—”

Sam cut Dean off. “You were too busy with Amanda Heckerling in the broom closet.”

Dean’s face paled, and he looked upset at himself. “Oh. Right.”

You raised a brow at Dean, but he just shook his head. 

****

When you’d finished burning Barry Cook’s bones, Sam was completely off. 

“You all right?” Dean asked as he drove the three of you back to the motel. 

“Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones,” Sam replied, still staring mindlessly at the dashboard.

Dean tried, “Well, he's at peace now, Sam—”

“I mean,” Sam cut him off, “if Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, y’know?” 

“You read the coroner's report same as me,” Dean said. “Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school.”

“It wasn't all bad.”

“How can you say that after what happened to you?” Dean asked. 

Sam went quiet. You waited for them to continue. When no one else spoke, you said, “What?” You waited expectantly for one of them to answer. “Guys, what?”

“Remember how I said the teacher stopped Dirk from beatin’ me up?” Sam turned to you. 

You nodded. 

“He didn’t.”

You nodded again, more slowly this time. “Did you get hurt?”

Sam nodded. 

“Why didn’t you fight back—?”

“That’s what I asked him—” Dean jumped in. 

“I know your dad taught you to fight since you were four,” you continued. “Why not put that to good use?”

“ ‘Cause scrawny freshman get beat up, (Y/N). I didn’t wanna be the freak for once,” he answered. 

You cast your eyes to your hands in your lap, understanding. “And Dean didn’t kill this guy because…?” Then, you trailed off and remembered what the two had said earlier. “Right. Amanda Heckerling.”

Dean clicked his tongue. “Yeah.”

“She was cool,” Sam shrugged. “I liked her.”

“Hey!” You jokingly swatted his arm.

Sam chuckled. “Dean said something like—” he did his best impression of his brother, “ ‘she wants me to meet her parents. I don’t do parents’.”

Genuine laughter erupted between you and Sam, and Dean just grumbled in embarrassment as he parked the car in the motel parking lot. 

****

“So, Amanda Heckerling, huh?” you asked. 

“(Y/N),” Dean grumbled. 

You pulled on a t-shirt and sat down on the bed next to him where he was clicking through television channels.

“C’mon, what’s wrong? You get all pissy every time Sam or me bring her up,” you prompted, taking the remote from him. 

“Yeah, well,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You stared at him expectantly. “Well?”

“She just said something that really stuck with me,” he replied. “I feel like I’m pullin’ teeth here, Dean. C’mon, what?”

Dean huffed. “I, uh, I cheated on her.”

You recoiled in surprise. “Whoa, uh, curveball.”

“I just— I was an ass. And I probably did deserve everything she said to me, but, uh…” Dean trailed off. “I just felt like things were getting too serious with her. She was… sweet and funny, and I knew I was kiddin’ myself with her.” He looked away from you as he said, “ ‘S kinda the way I feel with you sometimes.”

You would have more to say on that later, but for the meantime, you just let him get it out.

“Anyway, she caught me with another girl. She said she knew I was sad and lonely underneath the whole ‘tough guy’ routine, but that wasn’t what really got me.” Dean took a deep breath. “She told me she felt sorry for me. She felt sorry for me, and she told me she thought I was different ‘cause of how I was with Sam, but she was wrong. And, uh, she was right.”

You just took it all in for a moment. “Yeah, well, if I’d caught you cheating, I probably would’ve said the same thing,” you said. 

Dean just remained stone-faced with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“But you know that’s not true now, though, right?” you said. You ducked your head to force him to meet your eyes. “Dee.”

“Whatever. It was a long time ago,” he grumbled. He rolled away from you and faced the wall. 

You just sighed and got back out of bed to go brush your teeth. You knew when you returned, Dean still wouldn’t be open to talking. 

Most nights, the two of you slept facing away from each other. Each of you drawn into yourselves because no amount of comfort the other could provide would free you from the guilt and sinking feelings in your stomachs. 

You missed what it felt like to sleep against him. You prayed that as your relationship began to heal, the two of you would as well, and you’d be able to hold him once more. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the wall opposite you. Moonlight kissed your face through the thin curtains adorning the window, and a periodically flickering streetlight illuminated the otherwise dark parking lot outside. You traced the hazy outlines of the objects outside the window with your eyes, trying to bore yourself into slumber. Though you knew it wouldn’t work, it was better than coping with the thoughts and memories you were barely holding back from overwhelming your consciousness. 

Your attention was then drawn to Dean’s breathing that had gone rhythmic and deep. It seemed he’d been sleeping a bit better recently, and you hoped you had some part in that. 

Despite how fragile your relationship seemed, he was still your light in the darkness, and you were his. Though crumbling on the inside, you kept each other stable in all this. Your insecurities would try to convince you he needed something better; someone better. Dean would do the same to himself. However, you both did your best to quell those fears in each other. No matter what happened, you had each others’ backs. 

****

The next day, you returned to the school because Sam wanted to say goodbye to a teacher of his. You and Dean stayed in the car while he did, and your attention was drawn away from the picking you were doing at your fingernails by Dean jumping out of the car. 

Confused, you followed him to where you saw Sam collapsed on the top of the stairs. 

“The fuck happened?!” Dean yelled. “Sammy?!” 

Sam groaned, “I’m fine, I’m fine.” It was then you saw the blood gushing from the wound on his stomach.

“Dean, put pressure on the wound until I can get my shit.” He did as told, and you raced to patch Sam up. When he was finally mostly back in one piece, the three of you drove away from the school to a spot in the woods. 

Dean handed his brother a beer, and the three of you sat on the Impala. “Trust me, this’ll help.” He got up and began angrily pacing. “That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out!” He seemed to recognize the absurdity of his statement and relax his tensed shoulders a bit. “Well, y’know what I mean,” Dean grumbled. “It knew my name, guys. My real name.” Sam stared at the ground, and you could see his mind was racing. “We burned Barry’s bones. What the fuck?”

“Well, maybe it wasn't Barry. Maybe we missed something.” You flipped through another of the files in your hands, trying to review any information you had on the victims. “Oh, shit,” you muttered. “How did we not see this before?”

The two men looked at you expectantly. “What?” they asked in unison. 

“Check it out—” you shoved the files at them. “All three of ‘em rode the same bus.”

Sam nodded. “Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted.”

“Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks,” Dean said. “I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail.”

“Unless this one can. Dean, there's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt,” Sam threw back. “But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want.”

“So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?” Dean wondered aloud. 

You shrugged. 

“Ghosts getting creative,” Dean grumbled. “Well, that’s super.”

****

The three of you searched the bus; dismayed to find it completely clean. Except for the fact that the bus driver was the father of the kid that had beaten up Sam. 

Of course, you lied to the man about knowing his son, and he let you into his home. 

“So, you were friends with Dirk?” Mr. McGregor, Dirk’s father, asked. 

“Yes, sir, in high school,” Sam nodded. 

“I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman. Here, sit. Sit down.” He gestured to his striped, worn couches.

“When did he pass?” you asked. 

“He was eighteen,” the man responded somberly. 

Sam gently asked, “What happened to him?”

Mr. McGregor sighed. “Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs. And then…” he took in a shuddering breath, “he just slipped through my fingers. It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh— he had his troubles.”

“What kind?” you asked. 

“School was never easy for Dirk. We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids…” he trailed off, “they can be cruel. They picked on him.”

Sam seemed shocked. “They picked on him?”

“They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him…” it seemed he was trying to remember it. “ ‘Dirk the jerk’. And after what happened to his mother, he…”

“His mother?” Sam cut him off. 

“Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was thirteen. Cancer.” Mr. McGregor swallowed the lump in his throat. “I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, y’know, you— you watch somebody die slow; waste away to nothing... it does things to a person. Horrible things.”

“I didn't know about his mother,” Sam said quietly. 

“He— he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy.”

“I’m sorry,” the brunet said. 

“Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor,” Dean chimed in. “Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?”

“Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated,” the man responded. 

“All of him?”

Mr. McGregor eyed him strangely. “Well, I kept a lock of his hair.”

“Oh, that's– that's nice. Where do you keep that?”

“On my bus, in my Bible.”

****

After thoroughly freaking Mr. McGregor out, you went back to his bus. Except, it wasn’t where you left it. 

“What the fuck?” you questioned. 

“They must’ve taken it for a game or something,” Sam rushed out. 

“C’mon!” Dean called, running back to the Impala. 

Luckily, the banners around the school suggested the name of the school the bus would be at for the rivalry football game. Dean sped in its direction, and you were on the lookout for the bus anywhere around. 

“Dean, over there!” you shouted, pointing at the bus in a wonky position off the side of the road. There was a man towering over another, almost as if he was about to kill him.

You immediately jumped out of the car and threw the boys their shotguns. You covered Dean around the back of the bus to get the jump on the ghost.

Sam rushed to the doors of the bus. “Dirk!” he shouted. 

The possessed man smiled eerily at Sam. “Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?”

Dean rushed him and wrapped the rope dipped in salt water around his midsection. 

“Don't need to. That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere.”

Dean stuck his head in the bus. “Alright, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay.”

“Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?” you heard a kid pipe up while you climbed on the bus to search for the hair. 

“Not really. I'm like ‘21 Jump Street.’ The bus driver sells pot,” Dean replied easily. 

“It’s not here!” you called out to Dean. 

“Where is it?” Sam asked Dirk. 

“No way you'll ever find it,” the ghost replied, grinning. 

“Where is it?!” He pressed the shotgun into Dirk’s stomach harshly.

“Sam Winchester. Still a bully. You, you jocks... you popular kids... you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right?” He snarled. “Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you.”

“I'm not evil, Dirk,” Sam shook his head. “I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other; us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that: you or Barry.”

“Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever,” Dirk lamented, breaking out of his rope binds. Sam shot at him while the ghost flew back to the bus. 

While Sam and Dean ran to the bus, you sprinted over to the man previously possessed by Dirk and searched his pockets for the lock of hair. 

“(Y/N), find the hair!” Dean yelled, barely peeking out from behind the open doors of the bus as he tried to fight the possessed student. 

“Trying!” You rustled around Dirk’s former host’s pockets. “Got it!” you shouted, victoriously pulling the hair out. Quickly, you took out the zippo lighter you’d stolen from Dean and lit the hair on fire. 

You huffed, sitting down on the grass next to the man who was slowly waking up after his possession. You stared down at the zippo in your hands, running your fingers over it with a bittersweet feeling in your chest. 

Dean and Sam stumbled out of the bus, and you turned to face them. “Hey,” you said.

Dean looked down at your hands. “Is that mine?”

You chuckled. “You were kinda gone for four months.” You tossed it back to him, and he caught it easily. “Didn’t think you’d need it anymore.”

He tossed it back at you, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Keep it,” Dean told you. “I’ve got plenty of ‘em.”

You smiled, and Dean outstretched his hand to help you up. 

“Hey, how come you didn’t help me out from underneath that football player?” Sam asked, clearly offended. 

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean replied, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

You laughed, linking your fingers with Dean’s. “What?” “Long story,” Sam replied. 

****

You sat up at the small table in the motel room you shared with Dean. Moonlight streamed through the blinds, and Dean was clicking through channels on the television. The pen in your hand swirled effortless lines across the paper in your journal as you drew Dean’s P.E. teacher outfit in detail. You smiled a little, remembering you hadn’t felt well enough to even open the journal in a long while.

Dean then seemed to get bored of channel surfing and clicked the television off. “Whatcha doin’ over there?” he asked.

You held up your drawing to him proudly, and he chuckled. “That’s damn good, (Y/N).”

You grinned. “Thank you.” Then, you turned back to the table and continued shading in the sweatband around the drawing’s forehead. “Y’know,” you began, “something occurred to me on this one.”

“What’s that?” your partner asked expectantly.

You dropped the pen and turned in your chair to face him. “We don’t really know that much about each other.”

Dean furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? I know plenty about you.”

“I mean, yeah, we know each other,” you said, “we’ve been through so much together, it’d be hard not to know each other as we are now. But we don’t know everything about each other.”

“You’re losing me,” he replied blankly. 

You huffed. “It’s hard to put into words.” You scrunched up your face as you thought about how to phrase it. “Like, I didn’t know Amanda Heckerling even existed until today—”

Dean sighed, cutting you off. “Does that really bother you that much—?”

“No, no, that’s not where I’m going with this, I promise,” you explained. “I just mean that, like, I don’t know much about you from before I met you. I know pieces, but not the whole picture, I guess.”

Dean nodded slowly, and it seemed like he understood a little of what you meant. “What do you wanna know?” he finally asked.

“Anything you’re willing to share.” You got up from your chair and joined him on the bed. You sat with your legs crossed facing the headboard, and Dean leaned against it. He had an arm around your hip, drawing circles with his thumb as he thought of something to tell you. “I mean, I’d think it’s pretty similar to what you grew up doing,” he said as he continued to think. “I think I may ‘ve told you this before, but I barely even remember what my mom’s voice sounds like.”

You listened intently, watching his face as he averted your gaze. 

“I don’t remember much from before I turned, maybe, ten or eleven. I remember taking care of Sammy. I remember Dad leaving a lot,” he continued lowly, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I remember helping Sam with his math homework. And then, he got so much better than me that I couldn’t keep up anymore.”

You smiled. “He’s too smart for his own good.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, a wistful look on his face. “Dad ’d leave us alone for weeks at a time. We’d run outta money real fast. I think I was, maybe, sixteen the first time I whored myself out.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

He shrugged. “I felt badass at the time. I didn’t really think of it like hooking, but I knew I needed money for groceries, and this older lady was willin’ to pay.”

“Dean, I’m so sorry,” you told him.

He shrugged again. “It is what it is. I did what I thought I needed to.” You nodded, thinking for a moment. “Does Sam know?” 

He shook his head. “And I don’t want you to tell ‘im.”

“I wasn’t plannin’ on it,” you replied. “I hustled pool for my money. Played a lotta poker. I thought about sex work a lot, but I would always chicken out before I could do it.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Dean told you.

“I know,” you nodded. A small silence followed until you spoke again. “I sold a lotta drugs.”

“Hard stuff?”

You nodded again. “Stole a lotta shit from other dealers. Not my proudest moments, but at least it meant that Steven didn’t have to choose a meal to skip for the day.”

“I know what you mean,” Dean affirmed. 

Silence blanketed the two of you again for a moment. 

“I hated when my parents would leave for hunts,” you told him. “I hated when they came back, too. Because there was always something I’d done wrong while they were gone. I didn’t clean the spare guns right, or Steven was crying and hungry when they got back despite the fact that they didn’t leave us with fucking anything to keep him fed.” You took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“Trust me, I’m right there with you,” he replied. “Did you at least like hunting when you were livin’ with them?”

“It was kinda my only reprieve from my mom’s religious lectures or my dad’s constant correction. I mean, granted, there was always something I was doing wrong, so I’d get an earful on the way back to the motel, but I just kinda learned to tune it out.”

Dean replied, “Me, too. As much as Sammy claims I was the golden child— and admittedly, I kissed my dad’s ass a lot— he wasn’t easy on me. My dad drilled me like he was back in the marines.”

You reached out for his hand, and he took it gladly. “I get it, Dee. Steven probably considered me the golden child, too. Granted, Stevie was completely different from Sam in almost every other sense of the word.”

“What was he like?” Dean questioned softly. “You don’t talk about him much anymore.”

You took in a breath, trying to steady yourself. “I know,” you said. “He was amazing, though. At least, in my eyes. I mean, he’d break up fights between me and Dad all the time. His best trait was his compassion. I mean, it was endless. To everyone. As he got older, I think some of that light faded out of ‘im, and he reserved it just for me and my mom. He— He changed a lot. 

“My dad thought he could never do anything right. And— hate to defend my dad— but Steven was getting in a lot of trouble before he, um—” you took in a deep breath and swallowed the tears beginning to well up. “He’d gotten arrested, like, twenty different times.” You laughed suddenly. “It was kinda funny. Some kinda way, he’d weasel his way into being a- a high-school hitman? Kids would pay ‘im to beat their bullies up. They booked him for a few times. But, uh, it was mostly drug possession that got ‘im in trouble.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “He was good at escaping, but, y’know, Dad was pissed.” You chuckled a little. “Not that he got arrested, but that he was forcing us to move around before a hunt was over since the cops were on ‘im.” You sighed. “Fucked up lives we live, huh?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah.” He looked like he was choosing his next words carefully. “Looking back, you think maybe—?” 

You understood what he was getting at. Solemnly, you nodded. “I think that what I did to my parents was just—” you swallowed harshly. “It was just his final straw.”

Dean brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently. “I’m sorry.”

“I’d like to think he’s in a better place, but with all this fuckin’ bullshit we’re dealing with now, I have no idea,” you sighed. 

Dean kissed your hand again. “Not to push you, but you never said why you don’t talk about ‘im anymore.”

You locked eyes with him briefly before looking down at your lap. “I don’t think he’d like me anymore, Dean.” You hiccuped. “I don’t think he’d be proud of who I’ve become and what I’ve had to do. I mean, fuck, I don’t even believe that you could love me anymore. I just—”

“Sweetheart—” Dean cut you off.

“I’m a fucking monster, Dean. I know I am. And there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

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Mushy May Day 5: love at first sight

1.3k, sfw, prompts by @forlorn-crows

Half phantom/swiss half phantom/rain

Read under cut or all of mushy may on ao3!

Swiss has been whisked away by the clergy, rain comforts a worried phantom.

Warnings and tags: swiss is having element problems, phantom breaks down, starts sad gets better, rain is a sweetheart when he wants to be, icees

Phantom stood in the middle of the hotel room and dropped his bags with a shaky breath. He could feel his jaw shaking, an empty vibration in his chest like something had been carved out of him. The room felt huge, that distinct hotel chill and clean linen smell giving him goosebumps. He requested this. Requested a room alone tonight even after each ghoul, including tempest, insisted he shouldn’t be alone.

He needed this though, despite what dew told him. He needed time to himself to swallow what had happened, didn’t need another ghoul watching over him like he was a danger to himself or couldn’t rationalize things in a calm manner. He could. Phantom squeezed his hands into fists with a deep breath, letting his nails dig into his palms. He could.

The show felt funny. And yeah sometimes things feel weird and dew and rain just have to give him a thumbs up to let him know it’ll be ok but this? This was entirely different. Swiss barely looked at anyone, hands shoved in his pockets while mountain and aurora kept him away from the rest of the pack. Dew and rain exchanged whispers with a concerned eye, and cirrus kept tempest by her side.

There were moderate attempts to keep phantom distracted, dew and rain stood by him talking about nothing, as if they didn’t want him to wander off. Cirrus made him go over the instrumentals in umbra with him as if she hadn’t mastered them before dew did. But Swiss was always no where to be found, constantly surrounded by mountain and aurora.

He didnt give him a kiss before they went on stage, didn’t even say good luck. Hell the group didn’t bother doing their little circle like they usually did and every second that passed before they stepped into the spotlight only made phantoms stomach sink more. Sure he could turn back at any time to see Swiss but not being able to talk, or even touch him made it worse.

In hindsight, phantom thinks he should’ve done more. He should’ve forced his way to Swiss’ side as soon as he noticed something was wrong. He should’ve grabbed his hand at bows so that no one could rip him away from him he should’ve known he should’ve done something-

Phantoms phone buzzes beside him, momentarily shaking him from his spiral. It’s cirrus, just asking if he wants them to bring him back food from their midnight run. Something in him shrivels knowing they assumed he wouldn’t want to come and didn’t invite him, even if the assumption was right. He doesn’t answer.

The air buzzes around him with a numbing loneliness. Phantom doesn’t think he’s spent a night truly alone since he was summoned. Sure sleeping alone in his room in the abbey but the other ghouls were right next to him if he needed, Swiss was right next door if he needed. Now he’s on a plane or in a van or fucking something probably scared and alone and phantom aches with the thought of it.

“His element is unstable bug” mountain grabbed phantom by the arm as Swiss got whisked off, “he’s not safe to be around, he needs to go home”

“What? Mount what do you mean he’s not safe I need to see him-“ phantom tugged again, desperation tugging at his voice. He didn’t want to panic but his chest felt tight the further Swiss got away from him. Swiss turned around giving him a sympathetic look before they rounded a corner.

“Aurora already tried phantom, he- she got hurt. He burned her look at her arm, he needs to go home”

“Aurora? You got fucking Aurora to help him and not me? I’m the quintessence ghoul why wouldn’t you just fucking let me-“

Phantom tore his arm away just for mountain to pull him in by the shoulders again, holding him tight against his chest as he squirmed. Rain and cirrus appeared by his side as mountain struggled to fully contain him. It’s a blurry memory, tears welling up as the two other ghouls faces came into view trying to calm him down.

It wasn’t fair. Sure it wouldn’t be fair if it was anyone else but phantom can’t help but to selfishly wish it was. His phone buzzed again, cirrus texting him that they were back and asking again if he was alright. He didn’t want to answer, even if he probably needed to to make sure they all knew he was alive at least. But the act of reaching for his phone felt like his bones were full of concrete. Luckily, or unluckily there was a knock at the door anyways.

Phantom sighed and debated even opening it, before relenting in order to avoid any problems. He heard the rustling of a plastic bag as rain came into view, holding it up like a peace offering, along with a blue icee that was probably bigger than his head. He smiled, snorted a bit at the ridiculousness but let rain in anyways.

“Brought you some snacks bug, didn’t you see you eat before the show” rain set the food down on the hotel desk, holding out the icee for phantom to take. Even if he couldn’t eat, this would supplement some calories.

“Don’t-“ phantom visibly cringed at the nickname. Everyone calls him it but Swiss came up with the name first, always being the one to use it most often. It just felt like salt in a fresh wound, “not right now”

Rain gave him a sad nod, sitting on the edge of the bed while phantom curled up by the pillows, holding his drink like it was going to leave him if he didn’t keep it close. He took small sips, waiting for rain to speak but silently hoping he wouldn’t.

“He should be back at the ministry by morning. We can call him when you wake up if you want” rain finally spoke after a couple minutes, keeping his focus aimed at his lap. He picked at a rip in his jeans before looking up to see if phantom would respond. “The others were going to do a group thing just to say they’ll miss him. But I assumed you’d want a personal call”

“Yeah, I’ll call him after they’re done” phantom gave a slow nod. They stared at each other for a second before phantom patted the spot next to him, inviting rain to lay properly instead of acting like he was going to run the second phantom didn’t want him there anymore.

Rain crawled up next to him, smiling with the knowledge phantom did appreciate the company, at least a little bit. Their knees touched, rain resting his head on phantoms shoulder as he held the straw up to him for him to take a sip.

“Swiss always gets red, I don’t know how he stands the cherry honestly. I hate it” phantom mumbled like he was simply trying to fill the space.

“Did he also make you kiss him when you were done so you could ‘make purple’” rain cocked an eyebrow at him. Phantom snorted, nodding, “oldest trick in the book. I think that’s the only reason he gets that damn flavor”

“He snuck me out of the ministry a couple weeks after I was summoned, said I needed a vacation. The vacation being a giant icee I could never finish and too many bags of chips, wanted me to try them”

“Aether wasn’t happy with him, I remember Swiss telling me he got a talking to about that one. Dumbass”

They both took a breath, dumb smiles on their faces as they took a couple sips before passing it back to the other. The tears on phantoms face finally felt dry for the first time in hours.

“I-“ phantom starts, biting his cheek before opening his mouth again like he hoped the words would fall out on their own, “I think I fell in love with him that day”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, he was trying to woo you for a while before that”

“He was?”

Rain laughed a little, sitting up,

“Oh phantom, I think he fell in love with you the second you stepped off the platform”

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Nother random thought because the brain rot is becoming terminal, but I had an idea why dragons would love Stan so much, other than the aura of sad wet cat he produces

Dragons know the value of everything in their hoard, right? They might just be able to sense the value of items. But value is incredibly subjective. Like how tulips in Denmark were once really really valuable. It depends on how much others value it. Might be why dragons kidnap princesses so much, they are seen as having value.

Dragons look at Stan and their instincts tell them he is something of extreme value. One reason is because he's the first sorcerer in centuries and a princess sure, but not the main reason. The main reason is because of Ford.

Ford sees value in Stan. The crown jewel of his hoard. The best person to walk the earth. His incredibly important thing (tm). He has immense value to Ford and that is taken into account when other dragons see him. All dragons hoard, but not all of them have a most important thing in their hoard. Anytime one does it becomes a highly sought after thing because it's value just went through the roof.

Stan is so valuable to Ford that it eclipses the entire rest of his hoard. So especially while Ford is still a dragon, when other dragons see Stan it's like looking at the GDP of a whole country in human form. That sets off all of their instincts to snatch expensive thing immediately. There might have been some code of conduct for this when dragons were still alive, to stop dragon blood feuds to happen over some dragon taking another dragon's most important thing. But they are all dead, so no one remembers that.

This is so funny to me, because all i can imagine is their thought process being like toddlers here. They wouldn't really care about Stan, besides his very rare sorcerer powers that most would consider a pain, except that everyone else wants Stan for either those powers or, more importantly, because Ford wants him.

Instant toddler logic, the 'I only want what he has because he has it.' 'that kid has a toy and i wouldn't care about it except that he's holding it and therefore i want it.' They'd explain it away in a very 'oh this squishy human is very valuable so i want him', but its instantly clockable that only Ford actually values Stan here. The others want him in their hoard, and they'll defend him from 'thieves', but they are not hovering over him and lavishing him in attention and treasure. They just stick him somewhere then almost immediately forget hes there, now that they have him.

In ye olden days, when dragons were still around, the code of conduct was 'might makes right' so dragons who wanted things from other dragons had to beat them up about it. Most of Bills dragons took each other out squabbling over his hoard he left behind, and the rest were driven off by the heros, then forgot about it with the rest of the world. In Fiddlefords time it wasn't uncommon for dragons to get into aerial battles, but really only for things that were super valuable (fights never happened near the thing they were fighting for, so they didn't break it). It wasn't worth fighting over common hoard things. Smaller dragons would try and sneak in, but since dragons always know when there's intruders it was like chasing off kids from the lawn. Whatever dragon has the thing got to keep it for at least 6 months before it could be challenged again over it, to make sure they didnt kill each other all the time. Thankfully not all dragons had the same measure of worth for uncommon not gold objects, so if one dragon found, like, a very rare book as the greatest thing ever, most dragons would be intrigued, but not fight them over it (even though toddler logic is still at play, no one wants to get into a fist fight over everything, and dragons that had a most important thing would defend it more viciously)

If dragons were reintroduced into the modern society they, being young and new to the world and not having dragon culture anymore, would be trying to sneak in and steal Stan constantly. No etiquette about it, just the need to take what the big guy has and brag about it. It would take Fiddleford beating up a bunch of baby dragons (and Ford if hes still a dragon) and shoving culture down their throat to get them to stop.

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 1: GIVE ME BACK MY PLUSHIE

WC: 2704

mira

he's late. even to his own break up. this is so embarrassing.

my mocha. ive been in this cafe too long, the dent in my seat starting to feel deeper. even though the doors are closed, the cold winter air keeps seeping in and the wind keeps rattling the windows. i dont even want to be outside right now.

i would have met up with him at my apartment, but i didnt want to give him a chance to talk my head all crazy. i thought about this long enough. I WONT let him talk me out of it. fuck jung wooyoung, honestly.

i stare into my mocha pathetically. if he wont show up, i'll just cry into this cup. and he'll probably send me a lame text about how he got caught up in traffic or work and just make me regret ever meeting him again.

my heart burns thinking about it. all the time wasted. nine months. it wasnt that long but i only ever dated people i really liked. even when i just date, when its over, i feel like im getting divorced. its just so...dramatic.

its going in for an hour now. i guess "we need to talk" wasnt urgent enough. maybe i should have said "im dying" and sent the address, but i dont even know if he would have been on time for that.

its simple, really. today is the day that i dump wooyoung. and its not because i want to. its just gotten to that point.

the cafe door swings open abruptly with a harsh ding of the bell. wooyoung barges in with his long black coat and grey beanie, looking around the place frantically, his eyes zeroing in on me when he finds me in the furthest booth away. somehow his walk over is slow, kind of shameless even though hes just wasting more of my time. theres a conflicted look on his face.

"hey, cupcake," he greets me with a smile that doesnt reach his eyes and slides into the booth. "sorry im late i–"

i just wave my hand to show that i dont care. "just listen," i tell him, not wanting to hear all that.

he frowns. "somethings wrong."

i feign a smile. "well arent you observant. anyway, i cant do this anymore. i'd like if we never saw each other again." i bend down to pick up a plastic bag full of all of his things and put it on the table. "this is all your clothes and jewelry that you left behind at my apartment."

"what?" woo gasps. "youre breaking up with me? why?"

i cock my head at him. "surely you're not asking me that. isnt it obvious?"

"no, this is coming out of nowhere!"

men.

"you don't respect my time, wooyoung," i say with a shrug. suddenly im the best performer ever. i cried while practicing my speech and now that he was infront of me, it was just coming out like any other debate. "i dont think i fit in your life anymore. your priorities dont include me so i'll do myself that favour and just phase out of existence."

"sweetheart, i was late like five times," he says in disbelief. "and you know why all of those times, you cant possibly think i dont respect your time. you know how busy i am."

he says five times like its so little. i dont actually know why hes so busy. he always attributes it to work but i dont even know what the fuck hes doing over there. maybe i tuned it out every single time because i was just excited to see him. but right now, i really didnt care.

"you missed my grandmother's funeral, woo," i say emptily. "you know how badly i needed you there."

"i stayed with you after, didnt i?" he asks me, his tone getting angrier. "cmon, i was with you the whole night!"

"right, and my grief just disappeared by morning."

"i told you im really busy at wo–"

"wooyoung, im a fucking law student and doing an internship for the UN, i GUARANTEE you're not more busy than me!" i finally snap.

he looks at me with fired up eyes. "so what, you're the only one allowed to be busy?"

his tone makes my calmness wither like a bone in the desert. "no, im the only one clearly MAKING TIME. i dont fucking care what your reason is. i got a B in my Advanced Criminal Procedure exam, im not going to let this eat me up and make my grades worse. so sorry, im not breaking my back to see you anymore."

he clenches his jaw, looking down at his hands. i dont know why hes fighting it. i thought he'd jump to be rid of me because of how clingy i was getting.

"so all this time together...just meant nothing," he scoffs. "its so easy for you to throw it away."

wooyoung was only my third boyfriend. which isnt a lot, but ive heard that line many a lifetime. i just sit there and stare at him.

"why couldnt we talk about this back at your apartment?" he questions me. i knew he would.

the fact that i wanted to do this many times, but everytime i couldnt even get the words out because wooyoung, against my better judgment, would seduce me out of it till i forgot i even wanted to break up with him. then he'd be the perfect boyfriend for like 2 weeks before he just went back to his bullshit again.

"because you wouldnt give me the chance," i tell him firmly. "and you know it."

"damn straight," he looks at me with an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. "and thats too bad. because you forgot chopper."

i frown, opening the plastic bag myself. fucking hell, hes right. i forgot his stupid tony chopper plushie that took up half the space on my bed.

"i can mail it to you," i say with a shrug.

"not happening," wooyoung says and stands up. "cmon, i'll drive us."

"woo, no–"

"im not letting you give chopper away to whatever university frat boy scum comes after me."

i look at him incredulously. i dont even get the chance to object. he throws money on the table for my bill and picks up the plastic bag with his clothes, then walks away carrying my bag to his car.

oh my god, i cant stand him.

***

the silence on the road is more mine than his. hes loud in his actions, looking back on the road for any other cars, sighing and rubbing his head like the world is on his shoulders, turning to look at me like its all my fault.

and here i am, and i dont know what i feel.

i cant say he was always a shit boyfriend. even when he wasnt there, he sort of...was? he made up every bad thing with something even better. but i cant look past time lost. time is all we have.

i remember when we met. and it felt like we had all the time in the world.

i was late to a practical, and he rearended me in the street. it completely fucked up my day. i got out of my car ready to fight and tell him off like the asshole he was, but when i saw him for the first time, its like i forgot my words.

"you fucking rear ended me," i snapped at him. "can you even afford to fix this car?"

"honestly, no. but keep looking at me like that, and i'll find every way in the world to make sure you smile again."

i didnt know what to say when i heard it. his first lines of what i didnt know would be our whole relationship. me pointing a gun and getting disarmed by him immediately. he could never tell what would come out of his mouth next. i always stayed longer than i should have to find out.

until i didnt care to know anymore. i guess in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

"you're just gonna sit there and say nothing," he suddenly speaks, ripping me out of my inconvenient nostalgia. "i just wanna know...is there someone else."

my irritation spikes immediately. i can barely stand him and he thinks i'd rebound another man.

"i should ask you that, actually," i smile pettily. "working late all the time, seeing me at odd hours. finding me at strange places. you're the one who was moving weird, not fucking me."

he brakes the car on a dark road, making me jump. he turns his whole body and leans into me, giving me a bewildered look.

"you think i'd ever do that to you?" he says, shaking his head. "i gave you all of my one piece merch even after i know you havent caught up with the manga. my parents only call me to ask about you. my fucking wall is full of pictures of you. my life revolves around you, and you think i'd do that to you?"

i feel tears pressing behind my eyes, but i blink them away quickly, clearing my throat and looking away from his intense gaze.

"you did all of that, but you couldnt do the one thing i wanted from you. which was be there."

"do you think i wouldnt be there if i had a choice?"

his question hangs in the air. and i feel my throat getting thicker.

"i dont know, wooyoung. i think this has just been a lot. we dont know each other anymore. please just drive."

he scoffs again, adjusting the gear too hard. "utter bullshit. i didnt know you were the type to give up so easily."

i clench my fist. he knows i hate when he challenges me. hes just doing this to make it feel like one. that was our whole relationship. a challenge that felt good until it didnt.

wooyoung was so carefree and managed to do everything he wanted, despite real life responsibilities. it made me jealous. outside of my work, i struggled to keep friends, and having wooyoung felt like an accomplishment. it felt like there was so much i learnt from him. we were like sponges, taking everything from each other. but if his interest is gone, then i dont wanna waste my time giving anymore.

i lay my head against the window to sleep till we get home, praying he wouldnt drive shit this time around. he wakes me when we're out front, and getting my keys and unlocking the door feels like the biggest challenge in the world.

it immediately starts pouring from the sky. the rain sounds like hail. i wonder if he'll be able to drive home like this, he can barely see when its clear out. when we get into the apartment i slip off my trenchcoat and its taken from me before im even able to put it on the rack.

i turn around, seeing wooyoung putting it on the rack.

"thanks," i mutter. he doesnt say anything back.

i feel like my head is swimming. he needs to leave now.

i immediately rush off into my room, seeing the chopper plushie leaning off the bed. i meant to pack him in.

while im getting him, my eyes betray me and find all our polaroids on my nightstand.  the zoro figurine he gave me holding my stationary.

wooyoung flicks on the lamp, making me jump. i sweep my hair out of my neck, suddenly feeling nervous.

im not used to him being quiet. hes always loud, present. hard to miss.

"you're not wearing the necklace i got you," i hear him say. hes disappointed.

"it didnt match my outfit," i answer him without turning around. why am i still explaining myself?

"it goes perfectly with your earrings, actually," he tells me. hes leaned against my door frame, just watching. im frozen, chopper warming my skin against my will, indirectly comforting me. i wish i could actually keep him.

one memory wouldnt hurt, right?

wooyoung suddenly walks to my drawer, opening it and pulling my necklace out. its gold with a tear-shaped emerald pendant, because green's my favourite colour. he plants himself infront of me, putting it on for me. its slow, and agonizing. i should have known he wouldnt go out easy.

i make the mistake of looking up at him. and hes already looking at me.

his eyes are dark and telling. hes not going to make this easy. im holding my breath.

"dont do this, sweetheart," he says in a low voice. his hand cups the side of my neck, and he has the nerve to rub it tenderly. his skin is warm. "you're so cold."

his lips drift closer to mine, the space between us forming a dimension on its own. his breath is about to be shared with mine until i realize what hes doing. he kisses me before i can pull away, and once he does, its like im swallowed all over again. chopper falls out of my hands.

he doesnt just kiss me. he absorbs me. his lips are harsh and demanding–even desperate. hes taking again. im almost leaned over into the bed when his arm comes around my waist, the only thing holding me from folding over. i cant do this again. it always ends like this.

i put my hand against his chest, pushing him back. its like he wont let go of my lips. "dont start, wooyoung," i say breathlessly. "you always do this."

"you still want me," he says, not even listening to me. "you're still mine."

"shut up!" i say frustratedly. i elbow him and bend down to pick chopper up. "get the fuck out. im keeping this. you dont deserve him."

"no," he says stubbornly, holding out his hand. "give me back my plushie."

the anger rises to my head and i toss the thing at his head. "give me back my fucking nine months!"

"it was ten," he corrects me, forcing a smile.

"no it wasnt."

"im counting since the day i met you."

i look at him incredulously.

"you havent said sorry even once," i explode. "for any of the inconveniences, for being late. you fucking late TODAY. and i still dont get an explanation, what do you take me for?"

"its shit you wouldnt care about!" he says back with the same tone, like HE has something to be angry about. "im here now, mira. im sorry, i really am. i didnt realize how bad its gotten. but i'll try harder, i promise. havent i always made it up to you?"

"i dont want you to make it up to me, i want you to GET IT RIGHT. listen to me, listen to what im telling you."

"FINE THEN I WILL," he snaps. "i'll get it right. we can break up, but we're getting back together. because im not a quitter. this is just a phase, and it'll pass. i'll suffocate you like a fungus, i'll figure this shit out, i promise. and you know i dont break my promises."

now he's promising. why couldnt he do that before.

"im supposed to believe that now?" i scoff. "you're suddenly going to be perfect NOW? why does it have to get this bad before you realize how much you're fucking up."

he frowns and wipes his face in frustration. "i thought i had time to fix my shit. i didnt realize i was on a timer."

i look at him, not even knowing what to say. thats his fucking problem. he doesnt think hard enough.

"you're suffocating me," i admit, my chest feeling heavy. "everything youre doing now, its just...i just think you should go."

"but we can figure this out right?" he almost begs. "im sorry, cupcake. i really am. i hate seeing you like this."

"wooyoung, just go, please."

he picks chopper up, resigning. i wipe my tears fast so he doesnt see them, speedwalking to the door so i can let him out before i make any more mistakes. but when i go to open the door, it doesnt budge.

"what the fuck," i grunt and pull on it. wooyung comes up behind me, and i move out of the way so he can open it. but even then, it only rattles.

he goes to the window and sighs.

"its snowing outside."

"what?"

i check for myself. my cars tyres are almost halfway sunken into a white blanket, and i realize the door has to have been frozen shut. the rain pours harder by the second.

just my fucking luck.

he turns to me and i can tell he wants to be smug. hes just barely choking it down. "i guess you're stuck with me."

NEXT CHAPTER

***

A/N: pleaaase dm me if you want to be part of the taglist thank you love you lovelies <3

[valscodblog]

"How do you know?" Simon riley x OC

just a short blurb bc the brainworms were worminggggg Tw: mentions of alcoholic drinks, legit a bar scene but it's not said, mostly questionable fluff, very little flirting if you squint, simon just not knowing how to love properly </3 #felt.

How to tell someone you love them when you've rarley even heard the words said to you, yourself...?

How do you Know if you Really do Love them?

How to do say it like you mean it? It's so easy over text, so easy when in bed with her, so easy when there's something that makes it ok, in the moment, to be a lie. But now? Now there was no damn reason to lie. Not to himself, not to her, not to anyone. He loved her...or did he? How could he know? He only knew how to love like his father-and that's not what he wanted to be with her. Fuck, even by himself he didn't want to be his dad.

Fuckin' hell. Was it always this complicated when he thought about her? fuckin' rule breaker, she acted tough, she had the ugly glare set in permeant reside in her eyes. he didn't know. he didnt want to know. he didnt need to know...

or did he?

"...Ghost! Did y'hear me?" he looked over to the mohawked man and grunted. Ghost didn't want to be here all of a sudden. He looked out onto the dance floor and saw Her. Drunk, clearly, otherwise she wouldn't be out there.

Rude, bitchy, arrogant, childish-he tried to remind himself why didn't like her-but his heart was too far deep in love for it to work anymore. He sighed, got up while his friend was mid-sentence. He walked over to her grabbed her hip, causing her to whip her head around with a scared look in her eyes-before it quickly turned into a happy look all over her whole face seeing that it was just Ghost. "'Ello, Love," it slipped out so easily now. It shouldn't. "Hola, Amor," she repeated in her native tongue and Simon just about up and died then and there. God...he should ask her to speak more Spanish. He fell into a sloppy rhythm with her as she kept dancing. She laughed softly before it turned into full hearted laughter. "Your fuckin' me up, Simon!" she said playfully, hitting his arm with the world's sofftest slap. He chuckled and lifted up his balaclava and started giving her soft kisses on her neck, not caring if the team saw.

"Meet me out back in seven minuets," he muttered into her ear before giving her cheek a kiss. his trainee huffed. "Don't you ever try to find anyone else ta fuck with, Simon?" "No one's as good as y'are." "...Fuckard." "Your fuckar." "mhh, I like that." "Know y'do, Sweets. Out back. Seven minuets?" "Five." "Deal." and he let her go, pulled his mask back down and walked outside, lighting up a joint he rolled up before hand.

Five minuets later, just like she said she would be, she was next to him, hitting on the same joint. Simon wasn't known for sharing, but...She was an exception. "Feelin' good yet? Forget yer name?" "Not yet. That tells you i'm holding back." "Your a lightweight. One more shot and yer gone, Jewel." "Ahh, what are ya, my dad?" Simon looked over to her and slowly took his joint back, "No.." he murmured thoughtfuly, "More somthin' like...yer daddy." the woman next to him laughed. "Didn't ake you to have a daddy kink." "Don't really...but sometimes it's nice t'hear." "Is now one of those times?" "...Yeah."

Simon wrapped his arm around her torso and felt the urge to laugh. "Y'r s'short, Doll." his trainee nearly kicked him in the shin for that. "Ah-ah. Don't try that with me, Darlin'." and she huffed, put her leg back down and grumbled something about him being lucky and her heels.

yeah.

safe to say that this ghost had finally found someone to haunt.

[sturniolo04]

Looks Like They Know M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Savannah and Matt haver been dating for a little over 5 months and have kept there relationship out of the public eye pretty much which included not only the fans but also Matt's triplet brothers. i mean sure we should have told them about it when it first happened and we first got together but we wanted to enjoy each others company without having to worry about if we were spending too much time with each other.

"hey chris"

savannah greets walking out from matt's room discreetly surprised at finding him in the kitchen.

"hey"

he greets not even looking up from his phone yet which you breathily sigh out with relief knowing he didn't see you come out from his brothers room to question you on it.

"i thought you were playing fortnite live"

you question already knowing that they were and that he only come down to grab a breather.

"umm yeah i thought you were in nick's room"

he questions finally shifting his gaze putting his phone back in his pocket.

shit

Savannah forgot Nick's PC hasn't been working which is why he wasn't playing live with them.

"um uh i was in matt's room actually"

you nervously say hoping he would question it further

"hm okay then well i am going back to the game"

he replies ignoring the nervousiness that was painted on your face

You took a huge breath out as you close the door to matt's room as he make subtle eye contact with you carefully not alert the viewers or nick or chris that there was another presence in his room.

You couldn't deny it was getting harder to explain to chris and nick why you were spending so much time with Matt out of the three of them. Matt sensing the tension in the air turned his video off but forgot the most important thing his microphone.

"whats wrong"

"nothing"

you sigh out as matt turns around in his seat opening his arms as you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap.

" come on i know you what's wrong princess"

matt asks again. Unbeknownst to you two everyone can hear this interaction

"matt who the fuck are you talking to"

nick ask through chris mic

"probably Savannah she was in his room"

chris shrugs off fixating his attention to the chat on his screen.

"guys what the fuck are you saying he called her what"

chris questions confused scanning the chat.

"matt i dont know if i can keep this secret from them any longer"

"well do you think we should tell them"

he questions you looking at you scanning your face for your unreadable emotions.

"yeah we have to so i dont accidently let them find out on their own you know"

savannah states as she runs her hand through his fluffy hair.

"guys come on they are not dating"

nick replys to the chat verbally reading it

"okay well i have to get back to the game"

matts states as you standing up from his lap placing a kiss on his lips before heading over to his bed.

"hey chat- oh my what are yall saying"

"matt you left your mic on the whole time"

nick interjected.

"what"

he replies covering his mouth shocked.

" yeah who were you talking to were you on the phone"

"no i wasnt talking with anyone"

matt says deflecting the question starting another game.

"matt you weren't calling savannah princess that would be so weird yall are best friends"

chris stated as you started to lock in on the game in progress

"yeah of course i didnt think i said that"

matt says blowing it off still.

A few minutes pass by and savannah completely forgot that there was a stream going on making her way over to him standing in between his legs hugging him catching him off guard.

"holy shit no way"

chris whispers noticing the pair since the camera was still on shifting his gaze interchangeably with the now blowing up chat.

" how long has that been a thing"

nick whispers to chris as he shrugs his shoulders in reply.

"hi baby"

matt greets as he lovingly pats your ass given the position you were in. Savannah shifts herself looping her legs around his torso sitting on his lap, still unaware this is all going to all over social media.

"uhh MATT"

nick screams into chris mic as the pair jumps turning to face his computer screen.

"shit"

"when and how"

chris asks simply.

"surprise"

savannah giggles out.

"well looks let everyone knows now"

matt chuckles resting his hands on the sides of your hips.

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[kiaramemes09]

FINAL TETRO TRIAL NOTES

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TETRO DANGANRONPA PINK’S FINALE BELOW

It took forever to watch because of how I kept pausing to lose my marbles

I am scared

I’ve been waiting all day for this

IS WADA GONNA BE OUT FOR HALF THE TRIAL?

ITS TWO HOURS?!?

WE’RE IN FOR A LONG RIDE

Hiroaki IMMEDIATELY BLAMING TAMBA FOR MAIS DEATH NOOOOOOOO

I MEAN IF YOU MEAN THIS IN HOW MAI ENDED

WE ARE TWO SECONDS IN

DUDE AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL AFTER THIS TRIAL

HIROAKI IS COMING FOR EVERYBODY’S THROATS

Ken literally just asked if something happened during the investigation

THE WITHDRAWAL IS HITTING HIM LIKE A TRUCK

Hasegawa trying to get them together

YANAGI FINALLY SPOKE

I KNEW HE’D COME IN SCREAMING

Wada’s up! He’s back!

Tamba is actually being nice to him and I am here for it!!!!

Yanagi is ready to LOCK IN

Hiroaki is really snippy

Okay they’re figuring out the bombs

Okay they’re about to get on Wada I knew it

Tamba is trying to have faith in somebody for once

I take that back Tamba is chucking him under the bus

Camera time!

Yanagi trying to bring this debate together, channeling his inner Sasaki

WE HAVE NOTHING

Wada doesn’t know what vertical and horizontal means?

Why does she have blood in her mouth in her portrait then? If the body had none?

I got a theory she was weakened with poison or something, like genuinely, I am not joking x

HES STARVING THATS WHATS WRONG

FIREFLY DUO COULD NOT FIND EVIDENCE THEY WERE STUCK

OMG WE’RE BACK ON THE “YOUR SELFISH NO YOUR SELFISH” STUFF

TAMBA STOP TELLING HIM TO OFF HIMSELF

DONT BRING KAMIMURA’S HISTORY INTO THIS

TAMBA TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT WHERE WERE YOU

ARE WE GONNA GO BACK TO THAT EVE RT TWENTY MINUTES

WAIT MAI LOCKED THEM?!?

YANAGI DEFENDING HER TO THE END

Yeah what would Mai gain from that?

We’re only a quarter the way in, oh boy.

Hiroaki has a point tho all the options have to be explored if they wanna live

Skater boy?

THEY FORGOT TO CHECK POCKETS

HASEGAWA TRYING TO HOLD HIS ANGER IN

Why does Ojima think she can teleport?

SHE WAS SNEAKING LIKE A INTERNATIONAL SUPER SPY

How could anyone break a camera?

THEYRE JUMPING WADA NOW

WADA MADE A D.I.Y CAST

Wada GOT A GUN

FINALLY THEY BROUGHT UP WADAS BASEMENT BAN

Okay I think Wada’s safe he wasn’t accused very late

THANK GOODNESS

HE’S GOING ON ABOUT HOW HE’S A GOOD KID AND BE DIDNT DO ANYTHING

WADA YOU ARE A GOOD KID

HIM REPEATING IIIIIIIIITTTTTTT

HOW DID MAI DIE? HOW DID THEY GET HER?

WHY DID YOU LIE IF YOU STAYED IN THE GARDEN?

WRONG SACRIFICE RIGHT REWARD

THERES NO WAY SHE DID IT

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN

I thought he locked up again

SOMEONE TAKE THAT KID TO A HOSPITAL

DONT BRING THE SHOOTING-UP IN THE BATHROOM UP?

YOUR BOTH IRRATIONAL

NO HIROAKI STOP SAYING THAT

I FORGOT ABOUT [Reunion]

TIME TO GO OVER THE EVENTS OVER THE WEEK

PART TWO

They’re all working so hard WHO DID THIS

OMG THEY SWAPPED THE MILK WITH ALMOND MILK IM CALLING IT

OH IT WAS SOY MILK

Does that count as a poison mention?

OMG THEY KEEP STEALING IDEAS FROM OKAZAKI

THEY MADE ANOTHER KEY

Wait Hasegawa didn’t take any of the painkillers?

HOW DID WE GET HIGHEGAWA AND DRUNKJIMA?

Did they forget Okazaki took the cigar box? She taunted him

Okazaki screwing things over from the grave again

I knew they’d get on Hasegawa

SOMEONE GOT OJIMA WHILE HE WAS DISSOCIATING? YOU CONNIVING KILLER.

NOOOOOOOOOO OJIMA

SOMEONE GET THIS KID THERAPY

HE BETTER GET BACK TO HIS BROTHERS

DONT SUGGEST HIROAKI WOULD DO THAT

EVERYBODY GETS TO YELL

SOMEONE SNUCK UP ON HIM IT WASNT HIROAKI

EVERYBODY is a suspect

The fact that Von called her dumb but literally everyone here is convinced she’s very intelligent

We’re approaching the final quarter of the trial

The one thing keeping me from looking at Hasegawa is how helpful he’s being

YANAGI IS FIGHTING FOR HER HONOR

KEEP HAMA OUT OF THIS WE JUST SAW HIS MESSED UP PORTRAIT

Mai would not kill them all

THEY ARE IMPLYING SHE PULLED A WATARI

THE MEDBAY INCIDENT IS GONNA TRAUMATIZE THOSE GUYS FOREVER

SHE WANTED THEM ALL OUT

SHE IS NOT THIS PETTY SHE DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FILES

OMG HIROAKIS TRYING TO DO A CLOSING ARUGRMENT

SHE GOT DOUBLE-CROSSED

OMG HE HAS NO IDEA

HOW DID SHE DIE?

Back on Wada or Tamba

WHY DOES TAMBA HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NONONONO

WE GOT A QUARTER LEFT COME ON THERES NO WAY

WHY DOES SHE HAVE THE SCARED SPRITE

NO WAY NO WAY

THIS IS A YANAGI OR TRIAL-TWO HAMA CASE RIGHT?

THERE IS NO WAY

SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED NO WAY

SHE AND YANAGI WERE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SUSPECT LIST

HOW WOULD SHE KILL HER

WHAT WAS THE SAFETY SACRIFICE

YEAH IT MAKES NO SENSE

She herself said she’d never confess

SHE WAS SO GENUINE LAST INVESTIGATION

SHE COULD BE ACTING OH NO

IS SHE GETTING FRAMED?

I CANT BELIEVE IT

NO NO NO

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE

ARE ALL THE GIRLIES GONNA DIE?

LITERAL BACKSTAB?!

WAIT WE GOT LIKE HALF AN HOUR THERES NO WAY

I knew the cleanup would be with pool water

Hellbent reference?

We got nothing solid

ARE WE GONNA GET A BLACKENED WIN?

I can’t tell

I cannot tell

OMG WE’RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE END?

ON ONE HAND WE KNOW SHE’D NEVER CONFESS AND SHE WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN ESCAPE

ON THE OTHER WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THIS?!

Hayashi isn’t a genius but she isn’t blindly trusting

She suspected Yanagi of all people for just a moment after all

We got twenty minutes still

THERE IS NO WAY

MONOMOKO WANTING THEM TO BE SURE OMG THEY’RE ABOUT TO MAKE A MISTAKE

MONOMOKO JUST SAVED THEM

YES THEYRE GONNA LISTEN TO HER

THEY REALLY GOT ME THERE

Monomoko hinting!!!

THE FORESHADOWING

OMG OKAZAKI DID SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY HELPED OMG

IT WAS THE SAFETY REWARD

WAS IT KEN?

KEN TELL ME YOU DIDNT DO THIS

THE YANAGI SPRITE CHANGE

HE LOOKS ACTUALLY TERRIFYING KEN RUN

YANAGI IS ABOUT TO EXECUTE KEN HIMSELF

How is Hasegawa this calm?

WHOS HOLDING HIM BACK? Hiroaki?

KEN YOU EVIL GENIUS

WHY DID YOU TAKE INSPO FROM OKAZAKI OF ALL PEOPLE YOU DESPISE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID TO TOSHI

YANAGI IS GOING TO LOSE HIS MIND EVEN MORE HE WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO COULD OF POSSIBLY STOPPED IT

But he fell asleep.

THEYRE DEBATING AS THEY RESTRAIN YANAGI OMG

HASEGAWA WOULD BE BIG BRAIN ENOUGH TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIFT HER WITHOUT RAW STRENGTH

HE TIED HER TO THE GURNEY AND KILLED HER HASEGAWA

THEY HAD GURNEYS?!

SPIKES AGAIN?!

THE WAY THIS PARALLELS OKAZAKIS PLOT

HE DOESNT CARE LOOK AT HIS FACE

He. Does. Not. Care. Anymore

HE WAS MY TOP SUSPECT

OMG HE LIED AND MANIPULATED THEM

HE LIED ABOUT BEING HURT BY OJIMA

HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS OPPONENTS

HE WAS PLAYING 4-D CHESS WITH THEM

Maybe you locked yourself in there to punish yourself for your wrongdoings, your failures towards him, killing everybody?

Hiroaki’s explanation also makes sense

WADA CLOSING ARGUMENT HECK YEAH

I THOUGHT WE ESTABLISHED HE SUCKED AT LYING

I guess picked up a book on lying?

HE RAGED PSYCHOLOGICAL WAREFARE

Okay I don’t know when but Yanagi looked like he chilled out a little, he doesn’t look homicidal anymore

THIS WAS AN INCREDIBLE PLAN I EXPECT NOTHING LESS OF YOU QUIZ SHOW GUY

BUT ALSO CURSE YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO THESE PEOPLE

AND MAI

SHE’LL NEVER GET TO GO HOME BECAUSE OF YOU

NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT—YOU KNOW HER PARENTS WOULD NEVER STOP LOOKING FOR HER DONT YOU?

THAT IS JUST—DUDE.

IT WAS REMOTE?

HES DOXING THE STAFF

YONEKURA HERSELF HAD TO JUMP IN

THE ALARM TO SHUT HIM UP

HOW DID HE FIND THOSE NAMES?!?

THATS WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT? YOUR GONNA DIE

IS YANAGI STRANGLING HIM?

EXPLAIN. NOW. KEN.

THIS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ISONO?

I KNEW HE DID THIS BECAUSE KAMIMURA DIED

His self-loathing man

OF COURSE THIS TIES INTO HIS GUILT OF KAMIMURA’S DEATH

It wasn’t all his fault, not even any of his fault. IT WAS ALL OKAZAKI AND SHES DEAD NOW

EXACTLY YANAGI

THEY ARE NOT AWFUL AWFUL KEN DUDE STOP PROJECTING YOUR GUILT ONTO THEM

“You only care about keeping yourselves alive” *Makes an entire plan the hinges on Mai’s selflessness*

He is delusional

HE. DOES. NOT. CARE.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR MOM AND MAO AND YOUR DAD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND THEY LOVE YOU THEY WANT YOU TO GET HOME BOY

He felt like he had it all, and then it was all ripped away

He was secure, he had a loving family. His quiz show earnings would ensure he and his loved ones be able to live comfortably for life.

He even made a best friend here!

Then he gets butchered across the hall from him

Could Kamimura forgive him for this? All of this? I do wonder.

He just wants to get this over with

HES TALKING TO US WATCHING FROM THE VOID HE HOPES WE AT LEAST ENJOYED THIS

HES TELLING US TO DIE

Those were his last words…

This is definitely at least top two in terms of favorite trials for me.

This series was a wonderful and painful experience.

[xaila-space]

SAMS rant

Dont come after me, this kinda seems like me defending nexus but meh. If you dont like it or if you cant discuss in a respectfull manner then dont bother to see or talk about it.

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Im kinda questioning if anyone told solar or moon about nexus being locked up

Heck i dont even know if lunar or earth knew about it.

The only one who know about this are Sun, Monty and Jack.

I believe Jack thinks that solar already knows and if not then idk.

Here is what im talking about (Recap)

Nexus was planning to kill either bloodmoon or ruin to change their dimensionl energy with solars so solar has a "spot" to fill

Nexus chose bloodmoon for that "sacrefice" and everyone was against it. Saying that solar wouldnt want him to kill someone for him,that it is a bad idea and all. After a while they saw nexus as a "threat" (ig) so they had to take action. Puppet let Sun do something cause nexus is his brother and sun has the right here to "choose" what to do with him. Sun proceded to lock nexus up in a cell commanding the computer to shock nexus whenever he tried to escape. Later on monty came by to check out if moon was retrievable and if he wanted to come back, nexus told monty he wasnt allowed inside his head , that didnt bother monty tho. He commanded the computer to shock nexus until he was uncouncious wich it did. Monty talked to moon inside nexus's head and both agreed on getting moon out was the best option here.

K so that happened.

Here is what i got to observe

Moon comes back, apolegized to sun. Sun tells moon about everything that happend. Just kinda in short.

I mean sure maybe sun left some stuff out, probably some stuff that made nexus seem like a victim here. Obviously moon isnt gonna question that, he trusts his brother and believes his word over others. I mean all moon knows is that nexus had so many thoughts at once and then suddendly it was silence. So i think he tried to put two and two together with what he heard and his conclusion, "yup, that guy went insane".

Thats practically mooms forst impression of nexus.

Minus him being able to personally talk to nexus inside their head, he briefly got to see how nexus WAS like.

Solar on the other hand CLEARLY wouldnt just take anything for an answer.

Seeing his reaction solar obviosuly wanted to know EVERYTHING that happened. Here is why i think sun didnt tell him about nexus being locked up. Solar would NEVER just brush that off as if its a normal thing. Solar once mentioned that he dosent like rooms (ep. When he first came to that dimension asking nexus if he could move in) and that was told in a way of like idk kinda giving off that he was probably locked inside a room or put inside a room to be "abused" by his moon (since some people theorize that and it sounds like something that could have happened im gonna be assuming it actually happened). So as someone who was locked away himself he wouldnt just see that as something you can do to everyone. I mean sure sun probably told him that nexus had a breakdown for solar, nexus went insane for solar, nexus wanted to kill for solar but never have i EVER seen sun mentioning nexus was treated like shit. And yes people could say "but maybe he said it off screen" MF SOLAR WOULD STILL NOT SEE THAT AS A GOOD THING. HELLO?

As messed up as it sounds and idc if people hunt me down for this. I feel like sun only mentioned the parts that makes HIM sound like a victim here, and nexus as the bad evil guy.

Yes maybe i am getting to far with this but ot really just seems like the only logical thing for me.

Speaking of logical

People say that when moon put sun in that magical box was a bad thing. But when sun does it to nexus its suddendly a good thing? Sun also almost went through slme sort of search for one person to KILL and we justify that but when nexus does it it suddendly people are like "yeh you cant do that, killibg is bad bohoo"

And trust me i am seeing it from both sides, Sun KNOWS how bad that feels like and STILL did it to nexus. Thinking its a good thing, are you fucking kidding me?

So as long as the "hero" of the story does it its suddendly justice? But when someone else does it then its "yeh no thats an evil guy"

This really angers me so much.

Maybe i really am just overthinking it but i cant think of any other way this could have gone.

[alealuvshayden]

Stephen Glass - FLUFF

Stephen Glass x reader

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2

It had been a few days since the kiss happened between you and Stephen. For work you usually got up groggily, no interest in working. really. But today was different, today you got to see Stephen again since the party.

You got up early, all happy and motivated. Did your makeup, straightened your hair and put on a fitting office outfit like usual. You made your way to work and entered your office. Usually you didnt see Stephen until break so you werent stressed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

At break Stephen was avoiding you. Plainly just avoiding you, as if you did something wrong. Even tried everything there was. Searching for eyecontact, brushing up against him, but nothing. It broke your heart. Werent you just so in love at the party? It made you question yourself.

„Am I being too clingy?“ „Am I annoying?“ „What did i do to him…?“

You spent your lunch at your office, hurt and sad. Caitlin noticed and came after you. Knocking softly on the door before entering.

„Hey y/n whats wrong, sweetie?“ she asked softly.

„Stephen‘s ignoring me.. avoiding me. What did i do wrong???“ you blurt out.

Even held back tears which almost dared to escape your eye.

„Oh god im gonna kill him.. He‘s been avoiding you? How did your night end with him? You slept together? maybe??“ She asked curiously.

„No!! None of that! We kissed good night on my doorstep and then he left..“ „He‘s obviously playing me.. i shouldve known.“

„y/n no! I swear he‘s head over heels for you! I dont know what‘s gotten into him! I‘ll talk to him i promise!!! You guys are meant to be.“ Caitlin reassured you.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Then she left you alone with your thoughts again. Work went miserable. Zero motivation for anything, unlike other days where work could maybe, just slightly be fun.

After work Amy walked over to you.

„y/n!!! Come grab dinner with me..?“ she asked sweetly and you agreed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

You made reservations and sat by a table. Ordered drinks and your meal. Amy then spoke up.

„y/n, Cate told me Stephen‘s been ignoring you.. im gonna kill him you know.“

„No! no dont do that. Just leave it be.. i knew he wasnt different from other guys.. theyre all the same.“ you sigh sadly..

„y/n i promise you he loves you so much! i-i dont know what‘s gotten into that freak. Cate‘s talking to him right know. Theyre having dinner too. If thats ok with you…?“

Ok? ok? why wouldnt it be.. wasnt as if he was your boyfriend.

„Yeah i mean i dont care anymore..“

„y/n.. you do care. She‘s gonna talk to him and help you.. well no help him and his stupid ass mind.“

You let out a laugh, finally. Ever since lunch you didnt even crack a smile.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

After dinner you and Amy went to your apartment, got ready and decided to go to a club. I mean.. why not right? No one could stop you. You got into a revealing outfit and gave Amy some of your clothes to borrow.

You made your way into the night and into a club, a crowded club if i must mention.

Both you and Amy got yourselves a drink and as the night went on Caitlin joined you both as well. Little did you know that Amy and Caitlin had made a plan to bring Stephen to the club to make it up to you.

You were drunker than both of them and they had a blast with you.

Thats when you started SINGING LIKE CRAZY.

„You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress oooohhhhhh!!!!! Kiss meeeeee, beneath the milky twilighttttt“

„Lead meeeee out the moonlit flooorrrr!!“

Caitlin couldnt stop laughing at it. Amy‘s stomach hurt so much from laughing.

„God, y/n youre sooo funny!“ Amy laughed out.

Caitlin nodded while laughing as well.

That‘s when Stephen approached you from behind, Caitlin noticed and nodded at him. Stephen tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around. When you saw him, your whole mood ruined.

„What the fuck is he doing here!!“ you yell at the girls.

„Talk to him y/n!!!“ and then they left…

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Stephen followed you around to see your face.

„Cupcake, please i can explain!!“

„noooooooppeeeee“ you drunkenly denied him.

„I dont wanna hear ittttt!!“

„y/n please!!“ he pleaded, begged for you.

You held your head up and rushed away from him. Giggling while at it. You were really out of it. Until he got ahold of you, grabbing you gently by the arm. He pulled you to a secluded corner of the club and held you. Tears in his eyes. Typical…

„Cupcake, please. Hear me out-.“

„Fine..“

„I-I thought.. you only wanted to kiss me for new years… and then.. at the office i thought you only wanted to tease me. I felt.. like.. like a freak…“

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Rolling your eyes. „Oh please.. couldnt even talk to me? Dont play coy with me im not dumb.“

„y/n i promise! I felt like an idiot. I missed that kiss.. i missed you so much..“ A tear fell from his eye. It was real.

You wiped his tear and held his chin.. „Dont cry now.. im just mad. I mean.. I really like you and you do me like this.“

„I understand y/n but im willing to be better.. for you. At least now i know we‘re for real.“

„Yeah.. we‘re for real.. No misinterpretations.“

Stephen nodded and leaned in for a kiss, you giggled, your drunken self was back after being mad.

„You laughing at me now??“ Stephen chuckled and accused you.

„Yeeeahhhh“

He kissed you deeply with a smile and you kissed back. Both of you enjoyed the night, dancing together and making out.

Amy and Caitlin high fived. The job was done.

At least for now.

More was planned on their side.

divider: @uzmacchiato

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[sugarwarachan]

can i help you? - ft. k. nanami

summary: you and Nanami Kento don't get along. in fact, you're convinced that the two of you might hate each other. now if only you'd stop fantasizing about him...

wc: 2k

pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

content warnings: smut mdni, dom/sub elements although never explicitly stated, praise, degradation, vaginal fingering, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, munch!nanami kento

a/n: you ever get so horny for a bunch of pixels you can't function?

"Do you need something or not?"

Nanami looks unfairly good for how angry he is, arms crossed at his chest, biceps bulging under that ridiculously soft sweater Shoko brought him for Christmas last year.

For months now, the two of you have been at each other's throats. You don't work well together; at this point, you're convinced Gojo sticks you two on missions just to fuck with you, his shit-eating grin practically ripping his face in half when he hands out assignments.

Why did you think this was a good idea?

You're dressed in what you call your fuck-me-please clothes: small black skirt, skimpy red top, too-tall heels, no jacket. It's the perfect outfit for sitting at the hotel bar and getting hit on.

It's also the perfect outfit to finally seduce your infuriating coworker.

You can't backtrack now.

Nanami's eyes fix you in place, annoyance in his expression evident. "Well?"

And just like that, your courage evaporates like smoke.

To save face, you shrug and adopt a casual tone. “I wanted your opinion on a curse user's technique, but it can wait until the morning. Sorry for barging in on you like it was life or death.” You try laughing but it sounds more like a pathetic wheeze. You need to get away from this doorway. "Night, Nanami."

His hand catches your forearm. The strength in his grip sends a zip of electricity along your skin. Sometimes you forget just how big Nanami is, with his broad shoulders and strong thighs and perfect fucking hands.

"You're lying," is all he says.

All you can think to do is scoff. It's a terrible habit you've carried with you your whole life; Nanami will see you through it in an instant.

“Why the fuck would I lie?”

“Because you’re embarrassed to tell me you barged into my room tonight dressed like you’re begging for dick.”

Heat flushes over your face so fast you're surprised you don't pass out. You've never heard him talk like this before.

“I’m not dressed like that, you asshole,” you say angrily, hating yourself for not just telling him the truth, that you're actually dressed this way because you want to drive him crazy—

Nanami's sigh cuts through the noise in your head. “It wasn’t an insult, although I'm sorry for how crassly I put it. It's just—you’d never go out this late on a Tuesday, and you’re not the kind to sit in a hotel bar looking for a hookup."

You haven't moved from the doorway. If anyone walks out and sees you, standing here in your tiny little outfit—

He steps forward. You realize he hasn't let go of you. "So that leaves me with only one explanation. You wanted me to see you look like this."

Another furious blush takes over. Your cheeks probably match the top, now.

"Nanami—"

"I want an answer, y/n."

The command in his voice makes you shiver. You step forward and place a hand on his chest. He's doing a pretty good job of it, but he's affected, too.

"Yes," you admit, and the confession feels like water sliding down your skin, it's so simple in its truth. "I wanted you to see me like this.”

Nanami lets out a harsh breath. "Get inside."

He pulls you in against his chest, brushing his lips against your temple. Something within you relaxes infinitesimally at the gesture.

The door closes behind you both with a faint click.

Cupping your jaw, he angles your chin up to him. “Now tell me why.”

How? Months of sexual tension unravel in your head. You've probably wanted him since you met him, if you're being honest with yourself. He's by the book and infuriatingly logical, but something about that has scratched at your brain for so long that you go to bed and dream of him, waking up sticky between your thighs and desperate to cum.

“It’s embarrassing.”

Nanami pulls out a very un-Nanami-like gesture and rolls his eyes. “No, it isn’t. Tell me what you want.”

But it is embarassing, can't he not see that?

"You don't even like me."

His brow scrunches adorably, the expression making him look more human. "What on earth makes you say that?"

You point out every mission you've been on, all the lectures he crashed just to make needling comments—

"Ah," he holds a hand up to stop you. He sits down heavily on the bed. "Gojo was right."

This throws you. "Gojo was right?"

Nanami winces. "He mentioned you may have this assumption about my feelings for you."

You haven't moved on from Nanami confiding in that white-haired menace. "You spoke to Gojo about this?"

"I was at a loss as to why you infuriated me as much as you did."

You wonder if he's telling you this to give you leverage, to make you feel a little bit better about confiding in him. You cannot imagine that conversation with Gojo was anything other than relentless teasing.

"I want to be taken care of," you confess.

He's been playing with his hands as you both talk, his long fingers woven together. His hands still when his eyes lock with yours. "Does it matter who takes care of you?"

Your lungs get tight. You nod.

"Whenever I think about it, it's you."

The noise he makes is half strangled groan, half growl. It makes your pussy clench.

"Come here and sit on my lap, sweetheart."

You comply before you can think, legs spreading wide to fit on either side of his thighs.

His hands sink into the meat of your hips.

"I said sit."

He presses you down onto him, the length of his erection sliding in between the folds of your pussy. You're already drenched, just from a few fucking words, just from his voice—

"That's my girl," he praises in your ear and you feel the sentiment burst low in your gut. He moves you along the ridge of his thick cock, grunting against your throat. “My gorgeous perfect girl who needed someone to make her fucking listen, huh?"

Nails scrape against your scalp; his fingers pull taut at the base of your skull, wrenching your eyes to his. "You think I haven’t memorized the way your eyes glaze over when I compliment you?”

You've never heard Nanami like this, and the fact that you've made the composed sorcerer come undone is driving you crazy.

He nuzzles into your throat, the tenderness of it stealing your breath. “You think I haven’t fucked my own hand every night for the past year thinking about you? The fact that you came to me to make you feel good—" Another purposeful rock of his hips, your juices and his pre-cum creating a damp patch on the front of his pants. "Infuriating, beautiful girl."

He cups your cunt with the palm of his hand. You gasp and rock into him.

"You want someone to tell you how good you are, don’t you sweetheart? Someone to take away all of the choices and just make you obey?"

"Nanami, please," you whimper, trying to twist your thighs closer to ease the pulsing ache between your legs. He pulls your underwear to the side and chuckles.

“I’ve barely done anything, sweet thing, and you’re already this wet for me?"

"Mmhmm," you whimper pitifully, hips moving of their own accord against his hand. He pulls away.

“Show me.”

You can barely think. Shakily, your fingers start to creep down your sides, but he stops you.

“Not like that. Get on the bed. Open yourself up for me, baby. Show me how wet you are just from being told you like to obey.”

He scoops you up and lays you on the bed. As you shimmy out of your underwear, he stands at the foot of the bed, palming his cock through his trousers.

You're so wet you can feel your arousal sticking in between your thighs. You slide one finger inside of you easily, then another.

"Nanami—" your voice breaks. "I need you." It's not right. You're so turned on it hurts, and your fingers aren't going to be enough. You want his hands, his tongue, his dick—

“Stop fucking begging and do as you're told. It’s not that hard to follow through, is it?”

It's the tone that's been dogging the two of you ever since you started working together, the undercurrent of sexual tension that you never knew how to name until tonight.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

He chuckles, the sound low in his throat. “Yeah, sweetheart, I like what I see. Now lick your fingers clean and tell me how you taste."

You pout and he only laughs again.

“Thought you liked orders." He kneels in front of you. "Not able to follow them?" His hips wedge into yours, cock grinding against the slippery mess between your legs. "My pretty little whore suddenly too stupid to keep up?”

Frissons of pleasure erupt on your skin. The degradation has you seeing stars.

One hand comes up to your throat, resting there. You press your neck under his hand, begging for more. He exhales shakily.

"Baby, you're undoing me here." He gives an experimental squeeze. "Good?"

You nod furiously. His fingers hook into the red lace at your hips; you rut up against him, an embarrassing whine falling from your lips. You're so desperate to cum it makes you want to cry.

“You come in here looking like a fucking slut and expect not to get fucked? With this tiny little skirt and this skimpy fucking top?” He finally pulls your skirt down, throwing it over his shoulder, your shirt and bra quickly following. “The amount of times I've though of you naked, angel, fuck—nothing compares to the real thing."

A second later, he throws your thighs over his shoulders and starts lapping at your pussy like a man starved.

"Always knew you'd taste fucking incredible." His hands grasp the meat of your ass, rocking you up against his mouth. "Used to think about you on the other side of that hotel room—had to convince myself so many times not to break down the door and teach you a lesson for scaring me out in the field."

His tongue toys with your clit as he presses two fingers, then three, the squelch of your pussy echoing in the room. You should be embarrassed at the sound, but you can't think about anything except how good he's making you feel.

"You worry about me?" you manage to breathe out, trying to tease him but sounding too fucked out for it to land.

He looks up at you from between your legs, his chin shining with your slick, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Yes honey, I worry about you. Now be a good girl and let me make you come, okay?"

He approaches pussy-eating the way he does everything else in life. Methodical intent sends a jolt of pleasure through your belly with every lap of his tongue, every press of his fingers. He holds you open and devours you, sucking on your clit and pressing against the spongy spot inside of you just right.

You scream as you cum, pussy gushing all over his face, Nanami's nose pressed into your clenching hole like he can huff your scent into his lungs.

"Next time we do this," he says, kissing your shaking thighs as they quiver around his head. "I'm picking out the outfit."

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[nidbaesenpai]

got some loop dialogue that didnt flow well with what we were doing the current loop so i made this to kinda smooth it out

[anirritant]

umm i guess im treating this like an au now ahah

pmd2 darkrai hasn't had time to figure out wtf is going on (he's been here for like an hour tops). he's lost his composure immediately lol