#i will also hear someone answer a question about me and immediately be so dramatic about it

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they are soo fun to listen to <3 im giggling im pondering im thinking im laughing

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‎‎‎‎THE PRACTICE OF KISSING .𖥔 ݁ ˖

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎𐔌.pairing — geto suguru / reader

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 10k

✿ summary... after getting asked on a date you feel insecure over your inexperience regarding kissing someone. telling your bestfriend geto about your concerns results in an offer from him you didn't expect

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, swearing, making out, dry humping, dirty talk, hickeys, biting, (light) nipple play, praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, orgasm denial (once), bsf!geto, virgin!reader, return of tease!geto, afab!reader, no use of pronouns !!

The state of your mind is currently a mess, feeling overwhelmed and staring off into space as you think about how a guy asked you on a date earlier today. You'd turned him down but only because you have a particular hang up you can't get over, hence the feeling overwhelmed. You’ve never gone out on a date before and you feel like you’re missing out, so you definitely would’ve said yes if you weren’t so unsure of yourself.

Geto's hand waves in front of your face, breaking you from your trance, "Are you even listening to me?"

Has he been talking? Damn, you really spaced out, "Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"Not even a little bit," his gaze unamused.

You look away from him and to the poster behind his head on the wall, feeling sheepish, "Then no... sorry."

His frown deepens, legs uncrossing and scooting closer to the edge of his bed, "What are you thinking about so hard?"

"Not telling," you answer, spinning around in his office chair so that you’re facing away from him.

His desk is neat, everything organised and probably put exactly where it should be. Beside his monitor sits a little black cat figurine, one you had bought him not too long ago because it reminded you of him. Seeing it displayed makes you smile; he must like it.

Geto’s voice cuts through your small reverie, "So, you're not only going to ignore me, you're also not going to tell me what's wrong?"

Not even glancing back, you hum at him, "That would be a correct assessment... yes."

"Have I told you that you're annoying yet today?" He exasperates.

Shrugging, "I don't think so?"

"Oh? In that case, you're annoying."

"You're so mean to me; this is why I don't want to tell you what's wrong," you’re being dramatic but so is he.

A sigh leaves him, "If I promise to be nice will you tell me what's wrong?"

Your head flops onto the chairs headrest, jabbing at him jokingly, "I don't know if you're capable of kindness, Suguru."

"Now who's being mean? I'm nice all the time."

"Maybe to strangers..." You mumble out.

There’s no reply from him and for a second you think he’s going to leave the issue alone… that is until you’re suddenly spinning. His footsteps are always so light, you didn’t even hear him come up behind you. You’re facing him now, his hands holding himself up by the arm rests of his office chair. He’d spun you around just to lean down into your space and pointedly look at you.

Geto squints, “I’m nice to you all the time.”

“I don’t think this constitutes as ‘nice’.”

He groans your name, “Come on, you always talk to me when something’s wrong.”

“Maybe this is awkward for me to talk to you about,” you pout back at him.

His tongue clicks in realisation, “So, it’s about your love life?”

The immediate correct guess stumps you, causing you to sputter out, “What!? You have no way of–”

“–You never talk to me about your dates and you also got defensive so I’m guessing I’m right,” his gaze is even, unconcerned.

You huff at him and echo his earlier question, “Have I told you that you’re annoying yet today?”

“Yes, earlier when you almost fell over and I smiled,” he reminds.

Your response is a grimace and a matter-of-fact tone when saying, “I don’t tell you about my dates because I don’t go on them.”

“Ever?” Geto’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by your confession.

Cementing back, “Ever.”

“People have definitely asked you out though.”

“Yeah but not that often because they always think we’re together,” you glare back at him.

A hand reaches for your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers, “Don’t look at me like that, that’s not my fault.”

Your voice comes out all mumbled and difficult to understand, “It so is.” He rolls his eyes at you and you slap his hand away, “Stop squishing my face!”

Letting go, he sighs and takes a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed again, “Something about your love life is bothering you.”

Crossing your arms over your chest and looking to the side, you complain, “You’re so nosy.”

“Am not.”

What a liar, he’s always in your business. Though, now that you’re thinking about it, you don’t think he’s usually in other people’s business this bad. He does like hearing about the gossip you collect though, always ready to hear it while acting as though he doesn’t care.

There’s no reply you can think to give, so you give him the silent treatment. Still looking away from him and silently pouting, you can feel his eyes watching you, waiting for you to break. It’s a frequent game you start that he finishes, silently ignoring him while he watches and waits until you can’t take it anymore and tell him what’s on your mind.

A few more moments pass by and you already feel ready to give in, you hate how much more effective his silence is. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, your gazes meet and you feel yourself folding all at once.

Large and exasperated groan leaving you as your shoulders slump back into the chair, “Fine!”

He perks up at your concession, a self-satisfied look on his face that irks you.

Looking at him properly to say, “I was asked on a date earlier today.”

The expression on his face changes to one of annoyance, like he’s not happy to hear that, “Who?”

“Some guy, you don’t know him,” you wave off, not really understanding why it matters to him.

Geto prods for more information, “…And what did you say?”

“…I said no.”

“Oh?” His reaction is indecipherable to you, “Why?”

This question is exactly why you didn’t want to talk about this, “I don’t know…” You’re lying, trying to avoid talking about this in more depth.

“Did you like him?”

“I didn’t not like him,” you shrug, “I would’ve liked to go out with him at least once but…”

“But…” He pushes.

“I don’t know, Suguru,” you scowl at your own reasoning, “I’ve never been on a proper date before, I don’t know what to expect or what’s expected of me. What if he wanted to kiss me or something?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, making you antsy while you wait for him to talk, “…Would you want to kiss him back?”

“Maybe?”

“I don’t think I’m understanding the issue,” his brows are pinched with his confusion.

You’re exhausted with him, like you aren’t the one being purposefully cryptic, “Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh!” You kick your legs in a mini tantrum, “I’ve never properly kissed someone… it’s always been like… a peck, I don’t know? But what if he expected more of me?”

You can see the way he’s actively fighting against the smile threatening to break out on his face, “Is that–” he bites down an amused sound, “Is that why you always say no to dates?”

“I don’t like you very much right now,” you were already feeling silly and embarrassed and his clear joy from this is not helping that.

He pouts at you mockingly, “Don’t be like that, I can help.”

“How could you possibly help me with this?”

A smile comfortable on his face when he states, “I could teach you.”

“You want to teach me how to kiss?” You scrutinise him, “Have you gone insane?”

“You’re the one all hung up on this and I’m offering to help you,” he puts his hands up, “But if you’d rather be a dateless loser for the rest of your life–”

“–Hey!” You point at him, “Uncalled for… and rude!”

A very signature and very annoying, polite smile sits on his pretty features. Unbothered by your outburst at his very clear bait. He simply raises his arm and grabs the hand you had pointed at him, tugging you from the chair and into him on the bed. You’re taken aback by his bold move, so close to him so quickly. Falling into his lap less than gracefully, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady as you sit sideways between his legs.

You stutter out at him, “Wha– what are you doing?”

Letting go of your hand; he reaches for your face. His thumb stroking softly against your cheekbone, “Do you want my help or not?”

“What you’re basically asking me is if I want to kiss you,” you correct… because that is what he’s asking right now.

Geto’s head drops back slightly as he fights the urge to roll his eyes at you dramatically, hand resting on your outer thigh now, “Don’t be so pedantic. You have a problem and I’m offering to help fix it.”

A sound of disapproval slips from you at his wording, “I know the theory behind kissing someone, Suguru. What you’re offering is making out with me.”

“So?”

Your expression is dumbfounded, you know he’s not this dense, “You want to stick your tongue in my mouth and then go back to the usual?”

He leans in again, dodging your question with his own, “Do you want me to stick my tongue in your mouth?”

“Geto–”

“–Ouch–”

“–Shut up.” You cut him off, “If! We did this and I do mean if. Would you be able to look at me the same?”

“The same as I always have? Sure,” there’s no hesitation from him.

He seems so sure, like he’s not worried about what this might mean for your friendship at all. The easy-going look on his face is both pissing you off and relaxing you, emotions he’s always been able to pull from you.

His hand is large on your thigh and the way it makes you feel is not how you should feel for him. Mumbling out a small, “You’re annoying.”

An amused breath leaves him, “You’ve already told me that today.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you look up at him through your lashes.

“That’s kind of the point of this.”

“Right…” You can’t help but find yourself feeling nervous, embarrassed that you won’t be good enough. For some reason… you really want him to think you’re a good kisser.

He must take your silence as rejection because his tone is gentle when he says, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I know, I just…” You frown while looking at him, trying to figure out exactly what steps to take next, “I don’t know what to do now…” Geto’s face relaxes and a smile replaces his concern causing you to chastise him, “Don’t smile, it’s not funny!”

“No,” he agrees, “But it is a little cute.”

“Whatever, can we just kiss now?”

“Desperate?” He asks teasingly.

You deny it, “I just want you to stop talking.”

“Sure.” It’s all dragged out and has a teasing lilt to it. Damn him and his need to have the last word. You don’t reply to that and instead try to shuffle off him, thinking sitting like this would be awkward. His hold becomes firmer on you, “What are you doing?”

You’re confused, “Isn’t this position weird?”

“Makes it easier,” is all he says in reply.

Being sat between his spread legs, your own draping over one of them while he holds you doesn’t seem ideal. To you, this couldn’t be a more awkward position to be in for this. Instead of telling him that though, you settle back, “Alright…”

When you look back up at him properly, he’s already looking at you. There’s a funny feeling that runs through you at the look in his eyes. The hand on your thigh moves to your face again, cradling you as he leans in. Murmuring a soft, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Just as he’s about to move all the way in, your hand covers his mouth, “Wait.” You stop him, your nerves getting the better of you, “What if… what if you don’t like kissing me?” He looks a little frustrated so you pull your hand away, giving him a chance to speak.

“Do you want me to like kissing you?”

You feel flustered by his question, “Why do you always answer my questions with a question?”

“Because your questions are interesting…” he pauses, “…And also, I like teasing you.”

“If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours.”

“Fine,” he indulges you, “I’m not gonna dislike kissing you so your question is dumb.”

“But you can’t know–”

He tuts you, interrupting what you were saying, “–You gotta answer my question now.”

You groan at him, “Well… yeah.”

“‘Yeah’ what?”

He’s such a smug bastard, “Yeah! Yeah I want you to like kissing me, Suguru.”

You’re huffy but he seems so pleased by your response. A serene and happy look on his face despite the tone you used. You find yourself waiting for him to say something more, something to tease you further but he doesn’t. He simply leans in again, taking you by surprise when his lips are softly pressing to yours. It’s short and sweet, more akin to a peck than anything else. Continuing to plant gentle kisses to your lips until you return them and then he lets them linger.

The feelings that run through you have you all tingly and hot, kissing your best friend for practice probably shouldn’t feel this good… right? You still don’t really know what you’re doing though, more just letting him kiss you than anything. When you part again, you murmur, “Suguru, I still don’t know what I’m meant to be doing.”

“Just follow my lead,” his eyes stay on your lips, now shiny from the shared kisses, “That’s all you gotta do.”

“But–”

His eyes roll when you go to argue more, “–Stop thinking so hard about it and let me kiss you.”

You can’t help but squirm slightly at that, “Okay.”

Satisfaction rolls off him in waves but thankfully for you he doesn’t comment any further, choosing to kiss you again. Instinctually, your hand reaches for his chest and grips onto his shirt, you need something to ground you.

Geto is taking this slow, he’s trying his best to be patient to savour this moment with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far too soon and have you stop whatever this is. If he were more sure of himself and where he stands with you, he’d have just asked you out like a sane person but he’s not sure and he didn’t want to pass on this opportunity.

He can feel this becoming something he covets, your soft lips on his, uncertain in your movements but so ready to be kissed by him. His heart pulls with a kind of possessiveness that’s not completely unfamiliar to him regarding you. The desire to not want anyone else to ever have this side of you overwhelming him.

It’s addictive, his kisses, his hold on you… him. You can feel yourself falling into him more, the longer you do this dance. You want more, you want him to kiss you more but you have no idea how to ask for that. Following his lead is good, it’s helpful but it’s starting to feel like he’s depriving you.

Pulling back, you force yourself to voice, “I want more…”

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He sounds strained.

“You said you would teach me,” you remind. “So, teach me.”

His thumb presses into your jaw, “Open your mouth more then.”

Doing as he asks; he angles you just slightly before pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss fuller, his tongue licking into your mouth. It has a shiver running down your spine, the sensation new and mind numbing. It’s messier than before and so much more dizzying, you can’t even really keep up with his movements. Just letting him kiss you to his hearts content, feeling yourself getting drunk on his lips in the process.

You can’t even be sure if you’re doing this right but it doesn’t really feel like it matters, not when you’re this lost in it. Lips gliding against his, a small involuntary sound pulling from your chest at how he grips you tighter. Feeling like he gets impossibly closer, his kisses growing desperate the moment you whine into him.

Geto’s restraint is wearing thin, his desire for you growing tenfold at how you moan for him. He wants to touch you so much more, to put his hands on every part of you. The fear of ruining this moment keeps his hands planted firmly to your hip and cheek though and it’s killing him to not touch you more, more, more.

When you tentatively lick against his tongue he almost all but folds in that single moment, he feels so pathetically weak for you. So unsure of yourself and still trying to kiss him just as deeply as he is you. A guttural groan leaves him, a sound he’d be almost ashamed of if he didn’t notice the way you squirm at it.

You pull back from him and he can’t help but chase your lips, he doesn’t want to stop. An amused breath leaves you, “Hold on.”

He doesn’t understand what you need a moment for until you’re pulling his hands from you and moving to straddle him.  Your thighs resting beside him, he feels dizzy with need, the need to touch you, to undress you. To have you naked and straddling his lap just like this could make his whole year. His hands are on your hips, tugging you up his lap just slightly further, encouraging.

Going to sit on him, you notice his erection and gasp. Heat rising to your face, suddenly so conscious of how heated this exchange has gotten, “Maybe we should stop…”

It’s almost like it hurts him to hear those words, “Do you want to stop?”

You wish you weren’t so certain, so quick to immediately know that, “… No, I don’t.”

“That’s good…” he smiles, “Cause I’m not done teaching yet.”

And then you’re kissing again, wet and sloppy. He’s holding back less, depraved in how he sucks your tongue into his mouth, bolder now. Revelling in every twitch you make against him, every mumbled whine you let out.

Mindlessly, your hips lightly roll downwards and his resulting grip holds you so still against him. A debauched moan leaving him at your unexpected movements, parting his mouth from yours with it. Geto’s head tucks into your chest, controlling his breathing, like he might snap at any moment.

You feel a little frantic, like you might’ve hurt him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“–Don’t– fuck– don’t apologise,” he can feel how warm you are through your pants and it’s making him feel feral.

Your fingers run through his hair, to comfort him, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” He huffs an unamused sound, “The only thing hurting me is how badly I wanna stuff you full.”

“Sugu–”

“–I know you can feel just how hard I am,” he pulls his head back to look at you, eyes blown wide and dark, “I’m practically aching for you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, “Suguru… are you some kind of closeted perv?”

The question makes him laugh, “Wanna find out?”

“You were only supposed to teach me how to kiss…”

“Mhm, and you’re doing great,” his nose traces along your neck, inhaling you, “I still have so much more knowledge to give though.”

“Don’t be so– hah!” He licks at your skin before latching his mouth to the side of your throat, the pressure making you fidget in his lap. You feel so sensitive, so much more than what you thought you would.

When Geto pulls back from the mark he’s made, he blows softly on it, enjoying the way you shudder on top of him. “‘Don’t be so’ what?”

That’s right you were going to say something, he looks really nice right now though… eyes lidded and cheeks just slightly pink, lips slick. What were you going to say to him? His grin only grows, taking satisfaction in your glazed eyes and struggle to think. Averting your gaze, you try to remember what you wanted to say. The break in eye contact short lived since he grabs your chin and pulls you back.

“Come on, pretty, what were you gonna say?”

The effect he’s having on you is becoming too much, “I was gonna tell you to not be so depraved!”

“Hmm…” His head quirks at you, “You seem to like it though?”

How presumptuous of him, “You can’t know that!”

“You know… the human body is really interesting, for example…” he looks down to where you’re sitting over his prominent erection, “You’re so incredibly hot against me that I feel like I’m going insane,” smiling back up at you evilly, “Just how wet are you?”

The possibility of fainting is very real all of a sudden, his question has you hot everywhere. “I jus– I just told you to not be so depraved.”

“Yeah and I ignored you,” he deadpans, ignoring your indignant sounds. “Do you want me to stop?”

Again, you hate how badly you don’t want to stop. Right now, you think you’d let him do just about whatever he wanted to you. “Promise not to tease me later?”

“You know I can’t promise that.”

You pout back at him, “Then I’m not gonna say what I was thinking.”

His curiosity is sufficiently piqued, “Fine, I promise to try not to tease you later.”

“That’s not good enough.”

He tries again, “I promise.” You both stay looking at one another for a moment before he adds, “That’s as good as you’re getting.” And you know it to be true.

How to say this without embarrassing yourself, “You can… you can touch me… however you want, Suguru…”

He feels like he’s gone into shock, “What?”

“Did you not hear me?”

“No… I heard you,” he can’t help the way his cock jumps in excitement, “I’m just double checking I heard you right.” He leans in to taunt, “You’re gonna let me touch you however I want?”

“You said you had more knowledge to share,” It’s a dangerous game that you’re both playing.

He breathes out, “And if I wanna touch you in a depraved manner?”

So certain in yourself when you reply, “I want to be touched in a depraved manner… by you.”

Ah, so you’re trying to kill him, is the conclusion that Geto has come to. A breathless laugh leaves him, “For practice?”

“Sure,” you give him the answer you think he wants, in reality you just want to desperately be touched by him. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life and it’s all his fault.

An amused sound leaves him, “Hah– Don’t know if I believe your answer there…” his hands are on your hips, slowly dragging you over his dick. Biting his lip at the feeling, cock jumping when your breath stutters.

“Wait– wait,” your hands hold onto his and he stops moving you. Realising now that he might’ve gotten carried away, that he should’ve double checked again.

When you get off his lap and onto shaky legs Geto feels his heart drop, only for it to suddenly pick up speed when you’re shuffling your pants down and off. Crawling back onto him in your panties, he – shamefully – has to put so much focus into keeping calm, so worked up he could cum from this alone.

“Yeah…” you murmur back at him, placing yourself right over his erection again, gasping at how hard he is, at how much more you can feel even through the layers left on, “I lied just now.”

He wants to ask more; he wants to know what you lied about but if he thought you were hot before then he’s melting now. You’re sitting on his dick in the cutest little panties, already so drenched from making out with him that the affection he feels for you fills up his chest. He’s way too distracted right now to ask what he wants.

“Be honest,” it feels like a chore to rip his gaze away from your pussy, “Are you trying to kill me?”

Geto’s eyes are all glassy and blown, cheeks flushed as he implores you, like he’s worried you’re actually trying to kill him. He’s making you feel shy, “It’s your fault I’m acting like this.”

That has him feeling a little prideful, “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you confirm.

“In that case,” he’s slowly dragging your heated core over his erection again, “Should I fix it?”

You nod your head at him, “…Yeah”

The shivers that run through you make you gasp, the drag over Geto’s dick feeling so much better without your pants on. And yet you can’t help but feel so greedy, a kind of need in your bones that you’ve not experienced before.

He takes his hands away from your hips and you stop moving, whining pathetically at him, “Why–”

“–Keep doing it yourself,” he encourages.

“But–”

“Just do it how it feels good, use me for a bit,” he grins, “I wanna watch you pleasure yourself on me.”

“You really are a perv,” you mutter back at him.

His retort is quick, “Say that to me when your pussy’s not drooling all over my pants.”

Your cunt jumps at his words, “Are you gonna be this crude the whole time?”

“I can be worse if you want?”

“I can’t stand you.”

“We both know that’s not true,” he looks pointedly down to where your cunt is pulsing hot against him. “Now do us both a favour and move,” he hisses out through clenched teeth, apparently nearing his limit.

“You’re so bossy,” you frown, “I’ve never…” You’re at a loss for how to phrase it.

“Dry humped someone before?” He finishes for you, “Though with how wet you are–”

“Shh!” You cover his mouth with your palm, “Stop… talking about how wet I am.”

He pulls your hand away, “You know, I’m not surprised you’ve never–”

“–You don’t have to say it again,” you cut him off.

He rolls his eyes, “You hadn’t even made out with someone, I’m just saying that I didn’t ask you to use me without knowing.” He holds the side of your face gently, “Stop worrying about it so much, I know already… that you’re a huge virgin.”

His gentle touch greatly contrasts his teasing words. He’s so evil to you, “This is why I say you’re not nice.”

“Do you want me to be nice? To tell you how pretty you are and how good of a job you’re doing?” The reaction you have is almost visceral, skin heating and looking away from him. Even more embarrassed when he chuckles at you, “Got a bit of a praise kink, hmm?”

“You’re making this difficult for me.”

“You should’ve just done what I asked then,” he shrugs easily.

If you thought holding out would punish him more than you, then maybe you’d just get off him and go home to get yourself off but you want him to make you feel good. So instead, you’ll just give in and hope he shows you mercy, though by how this is going, he doesn’t seem to be the type.

Experimentally, you roll your hips down into Geto and he huffs out a breath like he wasn’t expecting it. Your hands move to his shoulders for purchase, using the leverage you have there to grind down into him harder.

He holds onto your waist. Not moving you, just resting his hands there, “Oh fuck– no– hah– no warning?”

You shake your head at him, brows pinched as you focus on seeking your own pleasure, “You– hnn– wanted me to– hah– to do as you asked.”

His head falls back slightly at the pleasure, a lazy smile on his face, “That’s true.”

The longer you do this, the slicker his pants get, you’re so unbelievably wet that it’s coating the material obscenely. Geto is in awe of it, eyes fixed on where you’re rutting down into him, marvelling at the damp spot on his pants, at how drenched your panties are. So soaked that they’re practically a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination with how it’s sticking to you.

He holds you still suddenly and the whine you let out is endearing, “Wait for a second,” he huffs.

Moving his hands to his belt to undo it, shuffling his pants down his legs. You lean up on your knees for a moment for him to drop them to his feet but before you can sit back down, his hand is holding you there. He runs the fingers of his other hand through your covered folds, a groan coming from the back of Geto’s throat.

“Seriously, you’re so fucking wet,” he reminds you.

“Sorry…”

He almost chokes, “‘Sorry?’” His fingers draw up to your clit, pressing into it, “Don’t be fucking sorry… I’m nearly salivating because of how drenched you are.”

That catches you off guard, “Sugu–”

He doesn’t let you speak, “–This wet because of me? It’s my fault you said?”

You bite your lip, his fingers circling your clit deliciously, “Mhm.”

His eyes brighten, “Perfect. Aren’t you just perfect for me?”

Your legs start shaking and he lets you drop back to his lap, one less layer between the two of you now. He’s so warm and hard and if you weren’t straddling him, you’d be clenching your thighs together for relief.  

“You are doing such a good job for me,” he whispers low against your ear, “Having the most perfect reactions.”

You whine at his praise, “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Yeah,” he licks against your ear, “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

His size is honestly daunting, large and thick as you sit on it, throbbing underneath you. “Suguru?”

He noses at your cheekbone, “Mmm?”

“I’m worried…”

“About?”

“What if you don’t fit…” you look down to his lap, “I just mean, you feel…big.”

“I don’t have to put it in you,” he comforts but he can’t help the way he twitches at your genuine concern over taking him.

“But you want to?”

“What sort of a question is that?” he holds you down while he grind up into you, “Does it feel like I want to?”

“I was jus– ah!– I was just checking,” you sulk back.

Your mind melts, getting away from you. He’s rutting up into you in a way that has you shaking and your breaths stuttering. On edge for so long while sat in his lap, you want to meet his grinds, you want to move your hips into him but his grip is firm and steady.

It’s honestly a little pitiful how quickly he’s building you up, your insides clenching with the pleasure. The drag back and forth on his clothed cock driving you slowly to insanity. His boxers almost as ruined as your panties, your slick coating his covered dick. The glide much smoother than what you’d expect. It’s like you can feel him throbbing for you and it makes you want to fully take him even more.

Your own thoughts riling you up, the idea of him sitting so heavily inside you makes you huff out a whine. A sound that Geto relishes in, in fact, he’s relishing in all of this. You’re so malleable to his will, he thinks in this state, you’d let him do whatever he pleases. The thought alone nearly has his eyes rolling.

He needs you to cum like this, he needs to see it. How you shake and writhe on top of him, the expression you make. He wants to make you cum in so many different ways just to see how your expressions might differ each time.

It’s relentless, how he humps up into you, how he pulls you down into him. Your clit catching on the tip of his dick making you jump each time, shocks of pleasure running through you. You never thought something like this would feel so damn good.

Fingers grappling at the material of his shirt, pleasure wracking your body as he draws you closer and closer, “Stop– ah!– if you keep going I’ll– hnn–”

“–So soon?” he hums, “I don’t know if– hah– I believe you… you’re gonna have to prove it,” he leers back at you.

His eyes on you feel so consuming, calm and watching but so hungry that it’s driving you to the edge. It feels like you’re melting, so warm and unbelievably close. Body twitching on top of him with your impending orgasm. You don’t even get to try and warn him again, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make falling from your mouth before you can think to stop them. Trembling with the force of your orgasm, feeling so weak as you slump into him, eyes wet and bleary.

Geto feels like he’s vibrating, watching you come undone on top of him making him feel too much at once. His arms wrap around you and hold you close, hands smoothing up and down your back. Lips close to your ear when he speaks, “You know… you make some really cute noises when you cum.”

Lazily, you look up at him through your lashes. Feeling a stupid kind of pleasure running through your body, still jolting slightly with the come down. “Stop trying to embarrass me.”

“I’m only being honest,” his hands slip under your shirt, groping your waist, “You getting embarrassed is just a bonus.”

“Have you always been this sadistic?”

He leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your mouth, “Who knows?” He smiles.

Turning, you catch his mouth with yours. Kissing him properly, hands tickling the back of his neck as you try to kiss him like he did you earlier. His hands on your waist grip you, lips imploring. So needy in how he returns your kiss, all but whining when you part. A string of saliva connects your mouths and he wipes your lower lip with his thumb, pressing it to your lips like he might push it inside.

Eyes lost as he dances his digit over your plush lips, “You’re beautiful,” is all he says, gazing at you with so much affection.

Opening your mouth, you gently take his thumb between your teeth. Biting so very lightly before flicking your tongue over the tip of it. Geto looks like he blushes at the action, pulling his hand back.

“Seems as though I’m not the only tease,” he accuses.

You mutter back at him, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His compliment had made you feel so soft and tingly that you didn’t know what to say or how to react. It’s not like he’s never complimented you before, you just weren’t expecting him to call you beautiful so earnestly. Being given compliments by someone has never made your insides flutter as much as they did just now.

He hums at you, redirecting his attention. Pulling at the hem of your shirt to show what he wants; you lift your arms up so he can remove it from you properly. Feeling so bare on top of him but not really minding, still too blissed on your orgasm to care.

Geto doesn’t waste any time, groping your tits in his large hands. Rolling your nipples experimentally and grinning wide at how you twitch and bite back moans at it. “My, you’re sensitive.”

Teeth digging into your lower lip to stop the pitiful noises he’s threatening to pull from you, “Try not to sound so pleased about that.” Your blood is still thumping through your ears, pleasure fresh in your bones.

“Would you rather I be upset?”

“I’d rather you not make– ah!–”

His wet mouth wrapping around your nipple has your words cutting off suddenly, back arching into him. Huffing out breaths at how he flicks his tongue over your sensitive skin, dizzy from the heat he’s making you feel. Pulling back with an obscene pop, licking at you a final time while keeping eye contact before swapping to your neglected tit.

He’s playing with you, or he’s waiting for you to say you’re ready for more… no he’s definitely just playing with you. Taking his time leaving marks all over your tits, even biting some places. Neglecting himself in favour of teasing you to insanity, though it can’t be that painful for him considering how he’s enjoying this immensely.

Whining at him, “You– hah!– You’re gonna leave too many marks,” he ignores you in favour of making a new mark to the top of your breast, “Suguru!”

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull him back with a tug. You’re frowning at him but your eyes are so wet and dazed and you’re nearly completely naked on top of him. Covered in hickeys and his saliva, despite your pulled brows you look so euphoric.

Feigning ignorance, he simpers, “What’s wrong with that?” A finger trails over the marks he’s left, grazing a sensitive nipple in his journey, “You seemed to liked it.”

Swallowing your pride, you tell him directly, “I want more.”

“You want to cum again?” He muses, “Greedy.”

Taking offence at his accurate guess, you add, “I want… you to as well.”

Geto ignores the thumping of his heart, “Take off your panties then.”

“But…”

A brow raises at you, “‘But’ what?”

You don’t really want to tell him about how shaky your legs are, you’re a little concerned they’ll give out as soon as you try to stand. He really doesn’t need the ego boost right now, “Nothing.”

Moving off him so so carefully, you keep your hands on his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. With the way your knees are wobbling and fingers gripping to him so harshly, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’ve not really got a great sense of balance right now. A smug smile gracing his lips when he sees you fight to figure out how you’re going to take off your panties with your hands on him.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” You quickly answer.

“Then take them off,” a finger pulls at the waistline of your underwear only to let it snap back to you. At your continued struggle he adds, “Or do you want me to take them off for you?”

You look to him, eyes hopeful for mercy, “Please?”

“Sure,” his tone polite but you’re not sure you’re that trusting of him.

Thankfully, his hands slide them delicately down your legs, brushing against your thighs. Though, he’s an opportunist and he uses this chance to grip at your thighs, pulling at your skin further and further up your legs. Humming low to himself at the slick coating your inner thighs, unable to help himself when he drags his fingers through your folds, touching your pussy directly.

“Fuck, alright–” He bites out, pulling you to his lap suddenly, “I’ve reached my limit.”

“Wait,” he stops his frantic movements and you pull at his shirt, “Take it off.”

He doesn’t even tease, just immediately does as you asked, hastily tugging his shirt off. It’s dropped less than gracefully onto the floor. Your fingers dance along his shoulders, down his chest. You want to take it all in a bit more but he’s flopping onto his back and shucking his boxers down enough to pull his cock free.

The size of him almost has your eyes bulging, you wonder how he’s been so patient when he’s this hard and achy looking. Tip flushed deep pink and already smothered in his own leaky precum, your cunt throbs while looking at him. Caught between concern over his size and a desperate need to be full of him.

“You don’t have to take it but please just–” He grabs and moves you until you’re hovering over it, “Sit on it at least.”

Lowering yourself cautiously, you sit on him lightly. He can feel your heat and it makes him shiver, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” he snickers, “Split your pussy open on my dick.”

Geto doesn’t even give you the chance to do it yourself, hands tugging you down onto him with more force. A gasp ripping from you when he immediately starts dragging you back and forth on his whole length. Stifled groans leave him from under you, his chest vibrating under your palm.

“Sugu–”

“–Sorry,” his brows are knitted together, “I got– nnh– impatient.”

It’s so wet, slipping over him repeatedly, the head of his cock nudging your clit over every pass. Your teeth dig into your lower lip to fight the whines bubbling inside you but eventually you give up and just let yourself moan. He seems to like it anyways, cock jerking at the soft breaths and whimpers leaving you.

He’s on the brink of stupidity, you’re so soft and unbelievably warm and his tip keeps catching on your hole and it makes him shudder each time. Looking down, he watches the way you’re coating his cock in more of your slick, cock shiny with how wet you are. Lewd sounds of your pussy grinding over him fill the room and now he’s thinking about you creaming around him. He’s never wanted something so bad in his life.

“Sugu,” you call out to him and he dopily pulls his eyes to yours, “Do you think I could just…” when his cockhead catches on your hole again, you press down, not even taking him in any real way and yet still stretching slightly for it.

His grip hardens on you, holding you completely still, “There’s no ‘just’ anything.” He struggles to breath out evenly, “Not with how tight you are.”

“I wanna feel full though,” you try wiggling down into him but he’s truly got you in a vice like hold.

His cock twitches as excitement rushes through him, “You asking me to take your virginity, pretty?”

Shy when you ask, “Would you?”

He’s not passing on the chance to pick on you a little bit, “How bad do you want it?”

He can feel the way your hole flutters when you think about his question, your answer seemingly downplaying how you feel, “Pretty bad.”

“Hmm,” He pretends to think about his answer.

You’re taking issue with his faux deep thought, “Sugu, stop acting like you’re not…”

“Go on,” he encourages, “‘Like I’m not’ what?”

“Like you’re not…” you look away from him, mumbling out, “Aching for it…”

“Oh? You aching for it?” The smile he’s wearing can be heard in his words.

He sounds way too gleeful over this and it’s ticking you off, “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ as you lift yourself off him.

“Don’t be like that,” he sits up, “I’m not letting you go anywhere… not when I know you’re aching for my cock.”

“I did not say that.”

“That’s what I heard you say,” he shrugs.

Geto’s arms wrap around you only to throw you down onto the bed, gone from you for a second while he shoves his boxers off quickly. And then he’s crawling over you, hands tracing up your body, relishing in your reactions to him.

“You really are so sensitive,” he mutters, trailing a finger up your thigh and watching your skin break out in goosebumps.

He’s being so unbearable, the need you feel is so loud and he’s here taunting you, “You’re so frustrating.”

“You’re just a needy little thing,” he returns, “So desperate to be filled even though you’re not prepared in the slightest.”

“Then prepare me,” you whine back.

He finds this about you cute, your insatiable greed, your back and forth between shy and so horny that you’re getting pissy at him. “I should teach you some manners,” he grumbles.

You spread your legs for him obscenely, growing even more impatient. “Please, touch me,” you pull his hand towards your pussy, “please.”

If he ever gets the chance to touch you like this again he’s going to torture you because right now you’re playing so completely unfairly that he can’t even think to deny you. His brows pull up as he flushes, finding himself doing exactly what you wanted, fingers gliding through your folds.

The way you keen at his touch almost makes it worth it. “You don’t play fair,” he complains.

“Someone lead by– hah!– po– poor example, I guess,” you shudder when he slips a single finger inside you.

Geto groans at the snug heat of your cunt, closing his eyes to take a quick breath at just how you feel wrapped around his digit. The fear or cumming the minute he gets inside you is real; he’s going to have to develop an insane amount of self-restraint between then and now.

“You’re hilarious,” he leans down to whisper in your hear, “Now shhh…” He draws his finger back before fucking it back in, lewd wet sounds of your pussy filling the silence, “Hear that?” He keeps repeating his movements, taking immense joy in how you writhe under him, “I think… pretty things that are this wet and begging to get fucked… don’t get to mock me.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes glassy when you look up at him, “Don’t– nnh– be sooo mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean,” he pulls his finger back just to stuff another inside you, grinning when you arch your back at it, “I’ve only been nice to you today.”

“Be nicer,” you pout.

“Don’t wanna be,” he smiles graciously back at you.

The fingers he has in you scissor to spread you open, pleased hums leaving him at your responses. Your mouth drops open and legs shake, fighting to close but unable to with how he’s in-between them. He’s hitting all the perfect spots inside you, crooking his digits to rub against your inner walls in a way you’re never able to reach.

He’s getting you so close to cumming that you want to hide from him, somehow feeling so much more vulnerable like this than when you were sitting in his lap earlier. Slowly, he works you to the point of taking another of his fingers, fucked open on three of them now. Your toes curl and your thighs hoist themselves on either side of his waist. Hips grinding into his hand, meeting his movements.

Geto finds the frenzied and desperate grinds into his hand adorable, satisfied with just how much more greedy you get when you’re this turned on. He already knows you must be close, your sudden drive to fuck down onto his fingers a dead giveaway to him.

He adds his thumb, rubbing circles into your clit. You jerk at it, tits bouncing in a way that has him drooling. To be honest, if you weren’t practically begging to get dicked down earlier he would’ve put his mouth on you. Maybe if he weren’t also desperate to put his cock in you he’d do it anyways but for now, he’ll settle for fingerfucking you to insanity and then shoving you full of his dick.

Your voice comes out smaller than you want, “Sugu, I think–”

“–I know,” his eyes are bright, fully aware of how close you are.

He can feel the way you twitch and clench down on him, back arching off the bed. Speeding up his movements just to get you there that much quicker and when you’re about to cum all over his fingers… he pulls them from you. Leaving you without your orgasm but so high that he could blow on your clit and you might cum.

You whine at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Expression dopey and angry, sexually frustrated from the cruel and unexpected edging he just put you through. “What the hell, Suguru?!”

His grin is wolfish, merciless expression painted over with faux pity, “I’m so sorry, pretty. Were you close?” A hand cradles your face, soothing you for something that is completely his fault.

“Why would you do that?” All he’s succeeded in is making you needier than before, squirming under him with no way to find relief.

His answer is simple, “Just to see how you’d react.”

“I shouldn’t have hung out with you today.”

“Don’t be like that,” he guides his dick to your cunt, “I’m ‘bout to treat you so good.”

“If you don’t let me cum we’re not friends anymore,” you warn.

He snickers at how genuine you’re being, “Alright.”

“I mean it, Suguru.”

“I know you do,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “That’s why it’s a little tempting.”

You whine at him, “Can you stop being so cruel for a moment?”

He blinks at you, “What do I get if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“I want to be the first person you go on a date with.”

His request confuses you, “What? Why?”

He doesn’t answer you, “Those are my terms,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Okay! Fine, yes, whatever you want,” you nod at him.

He smiles and starts pushing into you, the stretch is a lot and it aches more than his fingers. You’re trying to breathe through it but it seems like he is too. His thumb is on your clit, trying to get you to relax for him. “St– stop– hah– fuck!– stop clenching so tight,” he hisses through his teeth.

“I can’t– nnh– help it,” your nails dig into his skin.

His lashes flutter when he gets his tip inside you, groan leaving him. “Wh– when I s–say date I mean– hnnn– a real date. A ‘I take you out and then try kissing you at the end of it’ date.”

For some reason, that makes your insides twist and you squirm. “Wh– whatever you– nnh– want, Sugu.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna– hah– dress up and let me take you out for your first ever date?” His fingers grip at his blanket below.

Your eyes roll as he slips further inside you, babbling out, “If you– hnn– let me cum? I’ll date only you.”

Geto sputters at that, hips driving forwards on their own making you both moan. His upper body drops down to you, lips ghosting over your neck and cheek before taking yours in a sweet kiss. He knows you’re out of your mind horny and probably not even sure of what you just said but he’s going to live in this moment while he fucks you.

He’s kissing your breath away while he slowly fills you to the hilt, trying so hard to be careful with you. His lips successfully distract you from the ache you were feeling, melting into him as he licks at your tongue.

Parting from you only when he’s balls deep inside you, head flopping to your shoulder as he moans. Struggling to keep it together, you’re wrapped so snug and hot around him, pulsing so tightly around his aching cock that he feels like he might cum at any second.

“Sugu?” When he hums, you continue, “Move please?”

You wiggle your hips into him but he’s quick to stop you with a firm hand, “If you don’t want this ending right now then you need to give me a moment.”

“Hmm, that’s awfully cute of you, Suguru,” you tease him.

“That’s bold,” he licks at the shell of your ear, “I’m going to ruin you.”

“More than you already have?”

He agrees, “So much more.”

It feels like an eternity before he’s finally dragging his hips back, that alone has your breath stuttering. He wants to set a punishing pace so bad; he wants to fuck you until you’re mad but he starts slow. Thrusting back into you at a languid pace, still carefully opening you up on his fat dick. It’s your first time and as much as he loves torturing you, he also loves pleasing you.

You’re scrabbling for purchase at his leisurely pace anyways, not expecting the heavy drag of his cock to feel this mind numbing. He chuckles lowly at the way you’re already weak for him, though it’s completely his fault considering all he’s put you through up until now.

“I think you may be the awfully cute one,” he smirks at you.

Your insides tug at his tone, “You can– hnn– be quiet.”

Leaning up, he rest on his knees, pushing your leg back and up. He has a great view of you taking him like this, able to see all your reactions. “I can but your pussy really likes when I talk.”

He’s so smug and he gets to be too because he’s right, his lightly mocking tone and that polite smile he wears is a deadly combo that has your cunt seizing around him. “I like it– hah– better when you’re nice to me.”

“You’re taking me all so well, pretty,” he praises, “Pussy sucking me right back in, so greedily.”

Your eyes roll back at how he thrusts into you, new angle hitting deeper than before, “That’s not– hnn– being nice!”

“Really?” He watches the way your hole clenches and feels how much wetter you get around him, “‘Cause you seemed to like it a lot.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, silently asking for him to fuck you.

He looks down his nose at you, “What are you asking for?”

Sulking, “I want you to– hah– move more.”

“You should’ve just said that then,” he crooks his head to the side at you.

The slow drag out is the same as always until he’s fucking himself back into you sharply, a gasped moan stumbling from you as your hands seek stability in the mattress below. Your whine is dragged out when he repeats it over and over, brows knitted together in your pleasure.

“That’s a nice reaction,” he comments smugly.

You only hum at him, too consumed by the feeling of him shoving his dick in and out over and over in such a relentless pace that you’re seeing stars. Either you’ve closed your eyes or they’ve rolled to the back of your head because you’re not seeing much of anything right now.

Your eyes are welling with tears, chest heaving with your breaths. The stretch in your leg increasing when Geto pushes down into you further, pushing back on your leg with it. He’s basically folded it over his shoulder, you had no idea you were capable of bending this much. You’re so dazed and fucked stupid when you look to him lazily, he looks so pretty like this. Hunched over you and driving his cock in and out of your tight heat, his hair hanging messily over his shoulders and face as his expression twists in bliss.

Reaching a hand up, you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, “You’re pretty.”

You say it so dopily that he wonders if you know what you’ve just said, “I’m fucking you to the point you’re cock drunk and you think I’m pretty?”

A shudder runs through you at his voice, “Mhm, and– ah!– you have– hnn– have a pretty voice.”

God help him, he’s about to cum from you calling him pretty. “St– stop– hnn– talking.”

“Sugu, you feel so–”

He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth, he has a feeling that whatever you were about to say would have him cumming inside you. “You’re so cute but I need you to shut up before I cum.”

From behind his hand, you look ruined. Tears slipping from your eyes, he can feel the way you’re drooling against his skin. The only sounds in the room his grunts, your muffled moans and the slick squelching of you swallowing his cock.

You want to keep telling him how pretty he is and how good he’s making you feel but even without him hindering you, you feel as though you may be beyond words now. Brain not able to form very cohesive thoughts as of this moment let alone speak them. He has you feeling so full, his cock throbbing against your walls in a way that has your skin thrumming.

Geto’s eyes lock down on where he’s stuffing himself into your little cunt, he feels himself short circuiting at the sight. Pussy bulging around him, struggling to take him all, dick so shiny with your slick. White creamy ring at the base of himself, it’s messy and lewd and it has him feeling so unbelievably obsessed with your cunt.

Thinking distantly that he’s going to do his best to impress you on your date so he can have you again, next time he’s definitely licking your pussy. Debauched groans vibrate in his chest at the thought, he’s going to make this so unforgettable for you, he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. He’s going to be so much worse after this and he was already down pretty bad.

Your hand grabs at his wrist, trying to tug it away so you can speak. He pulls back out of curiosity, “I– hnn– I’m– ah!–” Giving up trying to warn him after a particular thrust has you crying out, there’s no real point in warning him anyways.

He grins at your inability to say anything meaningful, “I’ve gotcha, go ahead and cum for me.”

Of course he knew exactly what you were trying to say, how does he already know your body so perfectly. He leans down to you, impossibly close, just to kiss your cheek and say, “Come on, pretty, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight before I cum in you.”

Crude and obscene and effective because his words make you shudder as you suddenly cum around him. A little frantic in how you squirm under him, eyes rolling as your hips fight to fuck yourself onto his thrusts. Pitiful whimpers of his name leaving you repeatedly, the only really comprehensive thing you’re able to utter out.

Geto’s orgasm is immediately triggered by yours, he was hoping he’d get to play with you a little more but as soon as he felt the sinful way you gripped him while you came, he was done for. Your cunt pulsating around him milking him for all he’s worth, he’s cumming so much so deeply. His hips flush to yours as he only grinds into you to ride out both your highs.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life and he’s unsure if it’s because it’s you or because he held back for so long. His weight drops to you as he catches his breath, feeling spent and so drunk on your pussy that if he thought too hard about you he’d get hard again.

Your hand taps lightly at his shoulder, words all garbled when you speak, “Sugu, too heavy.”

Shoving his arms under you, he rolls until you’re on top of him. Cock slipping from you in the process and it has you letting out a cute whine.

“It’s leaking out of me,” you warn him.

He groans, “Don’t say that.”

You rest your check to his collarbone, “Why not?”

“I’ll get turned on again.”

Rolling your eyes at him, “You’re an insatiable pervert.”

“You’re not much better.”

His hands tickle up your sides, repeating the motion over, it’s making you feel sleepy. “You’re still worse.”

He just hums at you, apparently not caring to argue back. “You gonna be okay to shower?”

“In a bit… and only if you carry me the whole time.”

He laughs at that, “Sure.”

You draw mindless patterns on his chest with your finger, “So… where are you taking me on my first date?”

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Pinky Promise | @black-sisters-microfic | Tedromeda-centric | Word Count : 695

Hogwarts, September 1964.

“You’re a mudblood, then?” Andromeda asked suspiciously. “I’ve never heard the name Tonks before.”

Ted Tonks, who had been unnecessarily cheerful up till this moment, dropped his smile immediately. “That’s not a nice thing to say.”

“Why?” Her brows pulled together in confusion. “It’s just a question. I won’t be offended if you ask me my blood status.”

Ted stared at her. “The difference is that you’re insulting me.”

“When did I insult you?” Andromeda threw up her hands in exasperation. “You’re the one who can’t answer a simple question!”

“Are you stupid?”

“Oh, clearly, I am,” she said. “Why else would I be wasting my time talking to you?”

Ted rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I’ll let you go so you can continue your bullying.”

“What!?” Andromeda shrieked indignantly. “I have never bullied anyone, nor do I want to!”

“Didn’t you just call me a mudblood?” asked Ted, eyebrow raised.

She groaned in frustration. “I only asked if you were. And you still haven’t answered me.”

“I’m not a mudblood,” Ted said pointedly. “I’m a muggle-born.”

Andromeda blinked. “Is—what is wrong with you?” she asked. “That’s exactly the same thing!”

“No, it’s not!”

“A muggle-born,” she began through gritted teeth, “is someone who has muggle parents. A mudblood is also someone who has muggle parents. I fail to see the difference.”

“When you say mudblood, it sounds like you think you’re better than me,” Ted said. When Andromeda pursed her lips and didn’t make a comment, he scoffed. “You do think you’re better than me, don’t you?”

“Well … yes,” she slowly nodded. “But that’s because I saw you trip and fall over nothing. You were just walking, there were no obstacles, and you still fell.”

“That can happen to anyone!” he pointed out indignantly, face flushing a light pink.

“It has never happened to me.”

Ted glared at her, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Who the fuck cares—”

“Don’t use the word,” Andromeda hissed, eyes widening.

“What word?” Ted blinked. “Fuck?”

She nodded, distressed.

He huffed out a mirthless laugh. “So you can call me a mudblood but I can’t say fuck?”

Andromeda wanted to burst into flames right then and there because why was this boy being so difficult?

“It’s just a blood status,” she tried patiently. Maybe he doesn’t know since his parents are muggles. “So, you see I’m a pureblood because my parents are, too. If someone has one parent who’s not a pureblood, then that person is a half-blood. If you have both parents who are muggles, you’re a mudblood,” She held up her hand when he began to interrupt her. “It’s also called muggle-born, I know, but mudblood makes more sense. Pureblood, half-blood, mudblood.”

After that, Ted stared at her silently for a very long time. It seemed that he was contemplating his next words carefully, finally settling on, “We prefer to be called muggle-born because people use the other one in a bad way … it’s like how you don’t like hearing fuck because it’s a bad word. Mudblood is a bad word, too.”

Andromeda digested that, nodding slowly. “But then you can’t use that word, either.”

Ted’s face split into a helpless grin. “I promise that if you stop using the m-word, I’ll stop using the f-word.”

“Deal,” she nodded, satisfied with this. “Should we make an Unbreakable Vow?”

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“It’s an unbreakable vow,” she raised an eyebrow. “It means you make a vow that you can’t break.”

“I meant,” Ted rolled his eyes again, this time with a smile that seemed fond, “what would happen if I do end up saying fu—the word?”

“You’ll die,” she stated simply.

“Oh, good thing it’s not something dramatic and unnecessary.”

Andromeda laughed.

“We can do a pinky promise instead,” Ted told her. “It’s the muggle version of that vow, except you don’t die if you break it.”

“Then it’s not very binding, is it?”

He shrugged. “It’s about trust. You can break it, yes, but I would be trusting that you won’t … and vice versa, I hope.”

“Hmm,” she passed a small smile. “Alright. Let’s do this muggle promise of yours.”

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|Ink| 02

Tattoo artist!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre(s): Strangers to lovers, One night stand, Unexpected relationship

Smut Warnings: Intoxication, unprotected sex, Soft!Dom Chan, Switch!Reader, Degrading, Creampies, Breeding kink

Synopsis: You needed to get a tattoo covered up, one you got for your ex. You’re in a new city and go to the closest tattoo parlor by your apartment. The main tattoo artist and owner just so happens to live across the hall from you. Drunken actions turn into a spiral of emotions and your first healthy relationship.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Part 3- ࿐ྂ

The tattoo was healed relatively quick, as quick as most tattoos.

Chan kept his promise to see you too, a few days after the tattoo you hear a knock at your door.

It’s not too late, around half an hour his shop closes. You know this because it’s written on the card Felix handed you before you left.

“Who knew I could charm someone enough to make them want to see me so soon.”

The older laughed in response, shaking his head as he held up a plastic bag with snacks inside. “What can I say, drunk girls who look like they’re about to throw up are my type.”

It was your turn to laugh, tongue pressed to the inside of your cheek out of mock annoyance.

You stepped aside to let him walk in, watching as he kicked off his shoes next to yours already there.

He was wearing another one of his black tank tops, maybe he knew to wear it, saw when it caught your eyes during the session.

“K, show me the wrist.” He turned around as soon as his shoes were off, effectively pulling you away from your trance or staring mindlessly at his back.

“Oh? Really going to use that excuse for real?” Chan grinned in response, tilting his head to the side while taking a careful step forward.

“What else am I here for?”

He turned back around before you could answer, taking your flushed face as a good enough response and deciding to change topics.

“I brought beer too, where’s your fridge?” He held up the bag again to enunciate his question and you nodded before showing him the way to your kitchen.

It wasn’t like he needed you to show him, your apartments had the same layout, but it was the polite thing to do. You didn't care for beer so much, it was bitter and sometimes tastes too much like wheat, especially if cheap. It did the job though, and gets less bad through out the night longer you drink it.

After he put the beverage into your fridge and took out the snacks from the bag he turned back to you again. He bought some salty and sweet stuff, what caught your eye was a chocolate bar, your favorite brand of chocolate.

"I know what I'm calling dibs on." You grinned, snatching the sweet treat from the counter as he tried to grab it before you. You raised an eyebrow as his arm drops with a dramatic pout. "That's my favorite."

He mockingly whined and went to grab it again, but you hid it behind your back. "And I called dibs!" Your voice wavered as he continued trying to get the candy. Even going as far as to try and reach behind you, stopping you from stepping away by wrapping his other arm around your lower back.

It made you nervously laugh, trying to shift your shoulders and wiggle free from his surprisingly firm grip. When seeing no way out, you made a fake hissing sound.

His arms pulled back in a flash and concern immediately filled his eyes. It made you feel guilty for a moment as his eyes darted to your wrist. "Did I squeeze it?" He asked while obviously gesturing to your healing tattoo.

You grinned in response, making him immediately groan in annoyance at being fooled, but also sighing in relief. "You're sly." He shook his head while pointing an accusatory finger.

He seemed to forget about the chocolate, or gave up and let you eat it in victory.

You two settled on a movie, not hungry enough for anything past snacks so dinner was out the way but you needed something to do to squash the lingering awkwardness when you're not too familiar with a person.

"Favorite movie genre." He started, watching you as you picked up your remote to scroll through the movie options. You hummed in though as if you didn't already know. "Depends on my mood, you?"

He copied your hum, leaning back until the back of his head lit the back of the couch. "Action Sci-fi. I love Marvel." You smiled in response, you enjoyed a superhero movie too.

"Favorite movie theater snack." You threw back at him, eyes darting to actually pay attention to what movie you wanted to watch.

"The classic, a big bucket of popcorn with extra butter."

Questions flew back and forth between you two, steering off topic of movies to things like dog breeds to hobbies. Conversation seemed to flow easier than you'd expect, and any awkwardness seemed to fade quickly.

The movie long forgotten and your first cans of beer already cracked open. "Why'd you move out here, just because?" He asked, taking a long swing after.

You looked down at the small opening in your can to drink out of, sloshing the liquid side to side. "Same reason I got the cover up."

His eyebrows raised a little with a thoughtful hum. "So it was a recent break up? I thought it was a while ago." You shook your head with a tightlipped smile, tracing the rim around the can with your index finger.

"I needed a fresh start, it was one of those relationships that should have ended months before it did. I have a habit of talking myself through tough things think it'd get better, but running as soon as I see something good happening for myself. Unintentional self-sabotage you could say."

Chan knew what that was like, to some extent. He'd convinced himself he wasn't worthy of certain things, ultimately ruining a lot of things in his life from overthinking.

"Those relationships suck. I've had my fair share of bad ones before, especially a few long ones."

You'd be lying if you said his words didn't pique your interest, curious to know more. "What was your longest one?"

His eyes flickered down to the bear can just as yours had done, biting down on the two lip rings pierced into his skin. "3 years.." His tone seems reluctant, but you're more surprised by the time he gave you.

"That's a... serious amount of time." You nodded with a little bit of shock obvious in your voice. "Can I ask why it ended or is that too personal?"

He laughed almost bitterly, quickly looking back up to you while resting his free arm over the top of the couch. "We were at different stages of our lives, and it wasn't something we properly discussed."

It was vague, but told a lot at the same time. Some relationships were just that, confusing but natural. Easy but stressful. It made your chest tighten with annoyance at how much you could relate.

"In short I wanted to settle down together and she still wanted to keep her options open."

You sucked in a sudden breath, shocked again. "That'll end a relationship." You nodded with a curt nod. He chuckled again, less bitter and more in amusement at your obvious words.

"Was your last one your longest?" He asked while taking another sip. You took one too before sighing deeply. "Yeah, a year, that's why I got the tattoo. Thought I'd be in it for the long run."

"Thought it was bad, so why stick around?" It didn't mean to sound judgmental, but Chan felt like it did and quickly added. "Was it just, easier?"

You hummed with a nod. "Part of it, yeah. It was mostly because I felt like I was losing out, running out of time. Wasn't the shittiest of past partners I've had, you could say I settled for less than I deserved and didn't realize until I was too far in."

Silence hung in the air as you took another large swig, looking up to see his expression, maybe try and guess what he was thinking despite not knowing much about him as a person and body language.

His eyes were directed at your black screen T.V, still nibbling on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes are darker than usual, but not out of annoyance. The soften when they lock with yours, seemingly snapping out of whatever trance he put himself in.

"I'm guessing you're going to take a break from dating?" He cocked an eyebrow before immediately breaking eye contact with you again.

"I always say that but end up talking to someone again, I think I'm more in a... drifting with the current phase. Whatever I bump into and wants to stick around I'll see if it's worth it."

"But, if it's too good you'll peel them off you?" He guessed, making you sigh at how accurately he can read you. "It's not like I think I don't deserve something good, but you could say I psyche myself out. Get so attached it's scary, I don't like being needy to something that can easily be taken away."

Your fingers trailed up and down the side of your almost empty can, sipping the last of it back before setting it down on your coffee table and getting up from your couch. "Another?" You asked and he nodded.

You handed him the chilled can when sitting back down, simultaneously cracking it open. Yours foamed over a bit and you quickly had to slurp it up before dripping down your hand and arm.

"Have you moved on since your ex?" You asked to resume your conversation, and you got a sigh in return. "Yeah, mentally. Haven't really gone on a date or anything. The night we met was me trying to try my luck but nobody really stuck out to me."

That night was still foggy in your mind, you hope he hadn't seen you do any embarrassing faces or said anything uncomfortable. "What made you stop to help me?" You knew it was probably going to be some bullshit answer about how he just wanted to help, because that's how considerate he seems to annoyingly be.

He's a lot of things actually, stuff you've been able to gather through the back and forth questioning and this conversation alone. It's annoying how he's effortlessly able to keep the flow going, it feel natural to keep on talking. He seems thoughtful in a way that is entirely selfless, and mature enough to not need any parenting.

That's more than most of your exes can account for.

"You were the only one that caught my eye at that point into the night, well, in the night in general. Had no idea I'd get the honor of meeting you again so soon. Much less becoming your neighbor."

There's an obvious teasing tone to his voice and it makes you roll your eyes. He's able to make you want to throw a pillow at him and kiss him at the same time, a dangerous feeling for someone who's already becoming something more than just a neighbor.

"Wow, so flattered, so should I count this as both of our first dates since our shitty breakups?"

He laughs in response, jokingly raising his can to yours to softly clank them together. "Technically, but if I were to take you on a first date I would have hoped it'd be nicer than this."

"My apartment is very nice." You teased with a fake annoyed expression, Chan easily able to see past it with another laugh. "It is, but that's probably because you stuffed all you mess in your room probably."

Your foot gave his thigh an annoyed nudge, shaking your head before taking a long swig of your beer. "I'm not some kid that shoves their toys underneath their bed."

"Sureee." He drags out, jokingly acting like he wasn't convinced. Your eyes narrowed before grinning to match his. "I'd invite you to go check but I'm afraid you might get other ideas, and I'd hate to bump into my new tattoo."

He let out a dramatic scoff, face flushed at your implications, though if asked he'd blame it on the alcohol. "I have self control, might not seem like it with how eagerly I was to show up tonight but that's only because I had to check said tattoo."

You rolled your eyes again, him back at using your tattoo as the excuse to see you. "Guess I'll just have to invite you back when it's healed so we can stop using it was a get out of jail free card."

His eyes darted to you, surprised at how casually you practically invited him to "check your room out" with him. "Because, Y'know, gotta test to see if I put my bedframe together right."

He choked on the sip of beer he just took, topic seemingly escalating far more quicker than he anticipated. Sure, his goal was to flirt here and there, test the waters to see if you were open to something. After all, he was the one to cover your tattoo that was for an ex.

You grinned at being able to get a reaction out of him, also taking another sip. That is until he propped his head with his free hand and leaned a bit closer after recovering from initial shock at your smug look.

"A little bump or two to it won't harm it's healing process much, just gotta make sure your arm stay's above your head."

It was your turn to freeze, having thought you had the upper hand of teasing for a second. His head tilted to the side with a hint of mockery to the action, almost challenging you to say something back.

And you did, challenge him I mean, just not with words.

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You'd have to apologize to your neighbors next to you, your headboard positioned on a wall connected to their apartment. The good thing however was that now you knew your bed frame was stable.

The buzzed feeling wasn't just in your head, and it wasn't there just because of the few cans of beer you two both downed. It was the adrenaline of doing something you knew probably shouldn't be done, I mean, come on, fucking your tattoo artist after just two days of knowing each other was crazy work.

What was worse than fucking your tattoo artist, someone you could avoid if shit hits the fan, is fucking your neighbor. Who knows how often you'd inevitably run into each other to take the same elevator or throw your trash in the dumpster on trash day at the same time.

The awkwardness of running into someone who've you've seen naked and know they've seen you naked is something hard to avoid no matter how hard you try to without talking about it.

You hope it wouldn't end up like that between you two; not when his tongue felt so good pressed against your own. It made you moan when feeling something cool hit the roof of your mouth when he lazily flicked the pink muscle up.

"How did I not see your tongue piercing until now?" You panted against his lips already beginning to look redder with how aggressively you two pulled on each other's bottom lips. You could feel the smirk growing on his lips as he pressed them back against yours.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you become well acquainted with it."

And that he did, right after sliding off your soaked underwear down your legs and throwing it somewhere on your floor. Your nightshirt and bra didn't last long after, Chan getting hungry to taste more of your skin.

You shivered as you felt the ball of his tongue piercing drag across your collarbone, it retracting as his lips sucked on your skin right under that part of your skeleton.

He groaned as your legs shifted, brushing against the hard on in his basketball shorts. "So desperate for me already." You practically purred with amusement, earning yourself a glare from the man above you. "Princess has a cocky mouth, doesn't she?"

"Only speaking facts baby. Maybe pretend to be a little less eager if you don't want me to call you out on it."

You knew you were a hypocrite, heat pooling at your core that ached for some sort of relief. Chan knew it to, knew it even before reaching a hand down to lazily drag through your folds, earning a surprised gasp from the sudden but appreciated friction.

He brought his two fingers up to suck on and grin back at you. "I'm the eager one?"

You huffed, going to reach a hand down to flick at his forehead when you were reminded of his free hand pinning them above your head. "Oh, forgot about that, did you Princess? I'm only making sure you don't bump your wrist on accident."

His hand held onto yours by lacing together with your fingers, making sure not to touch the plastic around your healing tattoo. Your tongue clicked in subtle but half-hearted annoyance, distracted as soon as his lips started pressing kisses down your exposed chest.

Your eyes glanced down to watch with bated breath, his hot breathing fanning over your skin as he continued going lower and lower. He paused at your lower stomach, making to presses multiple kisses around there while switching occasionally to both your hips and hip bones.

He trailed back up before giving you exactly what you wanted, saving your heat as an indulgence for afterwards.

"Gonna be a good girl and keep your hands up for a second?" He presses his lips to your ear, enunciating his question by squeezing your hands. An embarrassingly desperate whine fell past your lips, effected by the careful movement of his lips earlier down your torso.

"Such a good girl." You mumbled with a nod of your head, Chan satisfied with your promise as he momentarily let go. Your hands laid limp, making no attempt to move from their spot on the upper part of your mattress.

His hands left your body to quickly strip off his tank top, making drool pool in your mouth like wetness did in your cunt. What really made you moan was seeing the entirety of his tattoo when he twisted to throw his tank top in the same pile of your clothes.

He looked back at you with a grin, biting his lower lip to suppress a laugh. No matter how many people complimented or flirted with him based on his body alone never made it any less flustering when someone who's opinion he truly cared about also complimented it.

Next was his shorts, the bulge already noticeable despite the loose material. What you didn’t expect us to see an Ampallang piercing right as his hard length was freed from his boxers.

“How did your ex not lock you down?” You groaned, hips shifting to adjust as you felt your wetness almost trickle down your inner thigh. Chan this time really laughed, throwing his head back with a hand to his chest.

He bent down soon after getting himself to stop laughing, a pleased smile still stretched across his lips as he leaned closer to your downstairs ones. “You gonna make the same mistake?” He hummed before pressing a light kiss on your upper inner thigh.

The action was more affectionate than anything, a total contrast to how he later becomes aggressive with his tongue pressed to your clit.

The barbell of his piercing provided an extra stimulation you didn’t know you needed until now, especially with his mouth was doing an amazing job by itself.

You had to stifle most of your moans with the back of your hand, still being mindful of your neighbors who could not even be home at the moment for all you know.

“What’d I say about your hands?” Chan asked, lips departing from your puffy clit that pulsed with want and need from the sudden lack of touch. You whined in slight annoyance and desperation but moved your hand to rest next to your other wrist.

“Don’t want to be deprived of those pretty little moans.” He grunted before diving back in to seemingly swallow you up whole.

The sound of your panting, little ah’s and whines every time he pressed practically good against your clit sent heat straight down to his dick that already ached painfully so. He’d hold out though, wanting to taste your release on his tongue before anything else.

The knot in your lower stomach tightened as you felt yourself nearing your end, breath hitching. Chan immediately began speeding up, hands gripping your thighs to stop them as the threatened to close.

“Close princess?” He grinned, pressing sloppy kiss through your folds as you moans in response. “Is that all it takes to make you cum? That desperate for a man you just met?”

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself clench around nothing, his tongue immediately sliding in with a quiet almost nonexistent groan falling from his lips. You tasted better than he could ever imagine.

“Fuck, more of that.” You mumbled with a shaky breath, hands lacing together as your fingers twitched to grab onto something. He chuckled against you, eyes trained on the feast he was devouring.

He knew what you meant, and he’d make sure to give you all of the demeaning words and insults he can when fucking it into you, for now he just needs to coax this first orgasm out of you and onto his tongue.

He made sure to flick his tongue up, pressing the medal if his piercings on the roof of you gummy walls. “Shit!” You gasped, stomach tightening.

Chan groaned again, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as he pressed himself closer, your legs resting over his shoulders. You would have worried about if he was able to breath or not if it wasn’t for him grunting and groaning with every movement he made with his tongue.

And then it hit you, a flash flood wave as the knot in your stomach snapped and heat spread throughout your cunt. “Chan!” You gasped, hips bucking up before you could control them.

He moaned against your folds with pride, not tearing away until you were shaking and trembling and he was able to drink up all of you.

“Such a good girl, took it so well.” He instantly praised, propping himself up to lean his face into your neck.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your skin before wiping your release from his mouth to kiss you. “Think you can handle being in top?”

You nodded pathetically into the kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

He’d have to make sure to do that again, maybe even wake you up by burying his tongue deep inside you, only if it was something you gave him permission to.

“Hands don’t leave my chest.” He grunted before flipping you two over, easily maneuvering you to straddle his lap.

You shuddered as you felt yourself pressed against his cock, eyes staring back down at the surprise piercing through his tip.

He hummed while watching you gaze hungrily, hands back to rest in your hips before gathering your hands to pull you forward slightly and rest them on his chest.

“Right here.” He enunciated with a tap to your knuckle, making you nod again. “Can’t even talk? Too needy for me to fill you up? Such a desperate girl.” He clicked his tongue as you moaned in response.

Sure you’ve been domed before, possibly the only good reason you stayed with a few exes in your past, but the mix between praise and undeniable affection with degrading words did something to stir need in your chest and pussy.

“You should be prepped enough from my tongue, or are you about to ask me for your fingers too?”

You but your bottom lip in thought, already knowing your answer as you shook your head.

His fingers tapped against your thighs before squeezing the flesh there. “Words slut.”

You shuddered before letting out a moan. “I’m ready.”

He hummed in seemingly approval before lifting you up by the bottom of the ass, making you look back as he moved his tip to align with you.

Gathering some of your wetness by smearing precum into your folds, he finally lowered you to sink down onto him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to just flip you back over and ram into you, but he was able to stay still to let yourself adjust.

You weren’t doing much better yourself, feeling like you could feel him and his piercing in your guts. It was a feeling of being full nonetheless and it made you even more needy.

“What, can’t handle me” he moved one of his hands to grab onto your chin and make sure your gaze locked with his. “Need to pull out?”

You whined instantly in protest, grinding down harder to prove your point. “Don’t you dare.” You gasped as he let out a chuckle.

“Might get the wrong idea if I don’t see you drooling for me to move.” He teased right before you raised your hips up to slam back down.

His own moan cut off any words he wanted to add, making you grin. “Baby can’t believe that a pussy can feel this good.” You mockingly cooed, Chan grunting in response to your tease.

“I had you falling apart on my tongue.”

“Well let’s hope your dick can achieve the same goal.”

Chan decided he liked it better when you were on your back. You gasped as he flipped you toe over again, able to not have to disconnect himself.

“What’s that? Princess gone quiet?”

You shivered as he slowly dragged himself out maybe only half a centimeter, making a point for you to feel the silver barbell rub against your walls.

You moaned as he pressed back in, pulling out a bit more with every thrust until he was setting a pace. “Not so quiet now.” He groaned, eyes trained as he watched himself disappear into you over and over again.

Your hands still laid over your head, one of his hands laced back together with them again.

It was intoxicating, making your mind foggy with bliss. How long had it been since you got a good fuck? Along with the insanity inducing head he gave you; you weren't sure how this man could possibly still be single.

"Spacing out?" His breath hit's the shell of your ear, earning a whine in response. His chest pressed down into yours with his hands between your bodies to grip harshly at your hips and keep them in place. Your head would be smashed into the headboard if he didn't hold you down against his thrusts.

"Can't believe I already got my princess dumb on my cock. What was it you said? Let's see if your dick can do the same? Tell me, is it?"

Your breath hitched as he arms looped underneath your lower back, making your back arch off the bed and he continued ramming into you. Your hands, now free, carded into his hair.

He groaned at the faint burn of his hair getting pulled, same cocky grin on his lips. It made you want to make them red all over again, bite and swap spit like you had done desperately as soon as he pressed you into your mattress.

"Please, please-! Don't stop, don't slow down!" You moaned, knowing your face was flushed impossibly red and eyes glossed over in a haze of bliss and need. "That's not a yes or no." He hummed, moving one of his hands to hike up your thigh to wrap over his hip.

You yelped in response, overwhelmed with the change of position as he drilled at more of an upwards angle. "Yes! yes- just-" Your chest heaved, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the intense familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening.

Chan moaned back, eyes squeezing shut once he felt you clench around him. He knew what it meant, having felt it when his tongue was buried deep inside.

He felt his own impending release start to build up, sighing out. "Tell me, in or out?"

Your mouth dropped open, not quite registering his words fully when he was fucking into you like a god. "Princess, need to know." He urged, dropping the hand on your thigh to tap your cheek.

Your eyes snapped up to look at him as soon as you felt his finger touch the side of your face, still panting with every moan he was able to coax out of you. "In."

Chan could feel his eyes almost roll back, that was the response he was secretly hoping for. Just the idea of getting to see his seed spill out of you when he pulled out. Maybe he'd be able to push it back in with his fingers and fuck more of it into you, if you'd allow him.

There's a lot of stuff he'd gladly do to you if you gave him the ok, and just the image of your cunt, dripping and creaming from your mix releases made him almost cum on the spot.

That mixed with how tightly you were clenching around him, mind and body both wanting to milk him for every single drop he could give you. You hadn't realized how hot it made you feel to know someone was about to cum in you before Chan, maybe it had more to do with the person than the action.

"Really? Eager to carry my kids?"

Like a switch in your mind, your eyes screw shut and something akin to the loudest moan in existence left you, along with the knot in your stomach undoing for the second time that night.

Chan wasn't far after you, breath hitching as you gushed around his length with no warning.

That wasn't a problem for him, never. He gladly fucked into you needily, knowing he looked like a desperate puppy as his hips snapped against yours quickly.

You could have cum again from just the feeling of his seed shooting into you. Hot ropes of cum stuck to your walls, kissing your cervix along with his tip. You best believe Chan had to capture your lips in a kiss if he didn't want to scream like you did.

The bedframe was able to handle more than you could imagine, maybe Ikea furniture wasn't so bad.

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Changing Perspective (Part 6)

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Damian came back from the shopping trip with tighter and more slick clothes then Danny in dark colours, which wasn’t really surprising and would help differentiate them more. He also came back with some books on animal biology, and a stuffed lion of his own, which Danny didn’t comment on lest Damian feel self conscious. He was glad Damian had been able to summon the courage to get a stuffed animal of his own, Danny knew he wanted one, no matter how much the sterner twin would deny it. They got home in time for dinner so Danny got to hear about their outing at the same time as the rest of the family. He was pretty sure he’d hear more about how it made Damian feel later when they were alone, but Danny was very glad it seemed to have gone well.

When dinner was over he followed Damian up to his room, ducking in behind him and closed the door behind them. He went and sat cross-legged on Damian’s bed while he started to unpack and put away his new things, setting up some of the decorations he got as well. Danny picked up the lion, running his fingers over its fur. It was softer then his alien but he liked his alien better anyway.

“So, how do you feel?” He asked, glancing up at his brother.

Damian sneered at the question but Danny didn’t back down, sitting in silence for a while, long enough that someone who didn’t know Damian might think he really wasn’t going to answer at all. Danny knew better, so he waited for his brother to organize his thoughts and gain the courage to actually speak openly about his emotions. “I enjoyed it, it was sort of overwhelming, but you warned me it would be. It was very nice going to the zoo, seeing all the animals. I made sure that it was a charity organization that treated the animals well before I let father take me,” He said thoughtfully, without looking up at Danny.

“Father told me that we might be able to get a pet here, there’s plenty of space after all. He was vague about a timeline but it didn’t seem like a lie. I asked what the point of all these ornaments was and he laughed at me and said ‘to bring you joy,’ which is… the oddest answer I could imagine. But these things, they do make me happy to look at,” He ran his fingers over a little figurine of a horse and it’s foal he’d put on his bedside table. “Having an animal of my own would make me happier still, but it scares me as well. Such a weakness, it could easily be used against us. Even a treasured possession is a weakness I should not want, and yet do.”

Danny hummed to show we has listening and rocked back and forth a bit as he thought about how to respond. “We’re not going to get a pet immediately, like you said he wasn’t firm about a time-frame. And it will be our time frame as well, we don’t have to agree to get a pet until we can trust it will be relatively safe. The manor is well guarded, and even though we don’t trust our adopted siblings, or fully father yet, we do know that they’re heroes don’t we? I don’t think there’s any way any of them would hurt an innocent animal to get back at us, no matter how much they hate us, and I don’t get the impression they hate us. Do you?”

“They could be hiding their intentions,” Damian shot back defensively.

“They could be,” Danny allowed inclining his head a little bit. “But they’d have to be very good at it wouldn’t they? We’ve both been taught to recognize body language, me even more so then you. If they could hide something from me they’d honestly be the first. I could pretty reliably even read grandfather by the age of eight,” Danny pointed out.

Damian hummed thoughtfully at that. “You still trust me don’t you?” Danyal asked tilting his head and looking at his brother with puppy-dog eyes. His brother looked back at him and sighed rather dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“Of course I do,” He agreed grumpily.

“Good, then trust me that I have seen no signs of deceit. I spent more time with both Tim and Dick today and it seems to me that, while they’re wary of us because we’re new, they have honest intentions and don’t want to hurt us,” Danny reassured, setting the stuffed lion down on his bed. “I’ll leave you to unpack and think about that. If you need me, come in or knock on the wall and I’ll come to you,” he promised and got up, trotting out of the room and back to his own to relax and read.

The next morning Bruce called them back into his office so they could help write the press release about the twins. It was nice to have a say in how the media and public would first find out about them, Bruce choosing to share some personal details about them that would help humanize them, like their interest and how they’d lived with their mother and controlling grandfather previously. Danny would have added that Grandfather was abusive but Damian still bristled at the suggestion so controlling and sheltered was about the best they were going to get. Bruce booked the press conference for the next day once he had their approval and then left them to their own devices for the day, letting them explore and settle in.

That was how the next few months went really, they met Barbra, and Clark Kent, and a few more family friends. Slowly expanding the circle of people they knew, easing them in to socializing more. They sparred with whoever was present and wanted to each morning, most often Cass, but sometimes Tim, or even Bruce. Damian learned to respect that there were things they could learn from their adopted siblings, and stopped trying to assassinate the others when he realized he wasn’t going to get any support from Bruce or Danny. About the fifth time he was properly scolded and grounded by Bruce for attacking Tim it seemed Damian gave up, though Danny wouldn’t put it past him to try again once they all let their guard down.

Danny was enjoying himself, he didn’t care much for the library, at least not as much as Damian did, but there was a decent non-fiction section with some things that interested him. So they read a lot, he played games with Tim with Damian as an audience sometimes, and most nights they would watch a movie together. Whoever was around would join in as Damian and Danny were caught up on some of the media they had missed being raised in the compound.

They watched a lot of Disney movies, The Hunchback of Notre Dame was Danny’s favourite, the Lion King was Damian’s favourite. He had left the room for a bit after Mufasa’s death to ‘get some fresh air’, they all pretended not to notice he had cried. Danny found it almost funny that Damian would have never cried over a human’s death, but that movie got to him. For all Danny wasn’t glad to see his brother upset, he though it was good for Damian to feel the full range of human emotions.

Finally, one morning after three months at the manner Bruce put down the newspaper he was reading and looked over at the twins. Damian froze in the middle of sneakily slipping his sausage onto Danny’s plate so he wouldn’t have to eat it. Before he could back down Danny reached across and snatched it, casually putting it on his plate and acting like nothing had happened. Bruce frowned at them, glancing back and forth between the twins, at Danny’s blithe smile and Damian’s lack of objection or eye contact, and seemed to decide not to mention it.

“I have an interview scheduled for you two next week, just one for print, and maybe a couple of pictures. If that goes well I would like to bring you both on a talk show so people can actually see you. It won’t stop the paparazzi completely or anything but it would help quell some of the fascination with you two to have some answers.”

Danny glanced at Damian who nodded back at him before he looked at their father, nodding at him with a polite smile. “That should be fine, I can do most of the talking and we can tell them Damian is shy,” He joked, wincing a little when Damian kicked his ankle in retaliation. They would have to talk about it before the interview though. Danny was going to insist Damian let him do the talking, and not argue with him in front of the stranger, especially if they were asked about grandfather. “Who is the interview with?”

“The first one will be with Clark Kent and a Gotham reporter. Clark isn’t from Gotham but I know and trust him, and you’ve met him before so I think he’ll be a good buffer, and a sympathetic ear for your first interview.”

“As long as the people of Gotham won’t be too upset our first interview includes a reporter from Metropolis,” Danyal said with a little frown, Bruce would know better but Danny wasn’t sure.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s well known that Clark is a family friend so they’ll understand,” Bruce assured and Danny nodded, letting his shoulders relax. Bruce new the people of this city better then them after all.

“Alright, will we have access to the questions that they’re going to ask ahead of time?” Danyal asked, leaning forward against the table, having nearly forgotten his breakfast. Damian took the chance to transfer his second sausage to his brothers plate and steal some of his fruit in exchange. Reminded that the food was in front of him Danny stabbed the newly acquired sausage with his fork and took a bite.

“Most of them yes,” Bruce confirmed. “But keep in mind we don’t want the interview to seem too scripted. There will be a couple of questions that I’m allowing to be off the cuff, maybe to follow up on something else said in the interview.”

Danny nodded, that seemed like a good compromise. “That’s fine, but we should still talk generally about the questions we know when they’re submitted. Damian,” He said turning towards his brother. “I want you to let me answer the unscripted questions okay? I’ll tag you in if I need it but you know I’m better with people in situations like this.” Damian scowled but Danyal looked back, open and earnest and after a few moments of a one sided stare off where Damian glared and Danyal continued to blink normally Damian sighed and nodded. “Alright! I think this is going to be just fine.”

“Of course,” Bruce agreed with a reassuring smile, Cass gave them a reassuring smile as well, Tim didn’t seem like he was paying attention.

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(Interview with Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent and Gotham Gazette reporter Deb Donovan, written by Deb Donovan)

Bruce Wayne’s newest children, and first biological children Damian and Danyal Al Ghul-Wayne have been mysterious figures since they came to live with their father two months ago. Bruce has been very protective of his two youngest children, insisting that they remain out of the public eye as much as possible while they settled in. Now, with school coming up, Brucie has decided to allow two hand selected reporters to interview his youngest sons, with his supervision of course.

We were welcomed into the mansion, offered refreshments by the familiar figure of the Wayne family’s butler, and lead to a sitting room where Damian and Danyal were already settled. Bruce Wayne, ever the protective dad, hovers off to the side.

(since the twins have the same initials Danyal’s replies will be in italics)

DD: Good morning, Damian, Danyal.

Good morning. It’s nice to meet you miss Donovan, and to see you again Mr. Kent. Please call me Danny.

C: I told you Just Clark is fine Danny. How have you two been settling in with your father?

We’ve been settling in pretty well, though having other siblings has been an adjustment.

DD: Do you and your siblings get along?

They’re tolerable.

(Danny laughs at his brother’s response) An adjustment for sure! But Cass has been teaching us some dance, and Tim is showing us all the movies and game Mother and Grandfather would never let us watch so I’d say we get along just fine. There’ve been some misunderstandings, but given the way Dami and I were raised before coming here that was bound to happen.

C: How were you too raised before moving here?

Well I think the kindest way to describe Mother and Grandfather would be… very strict. They had very high expectations for Damian and I, our grandfather was obsessed with us being heirs to Father’s Legacy, (he makes sarcastic jazz hands). We are both technically geniuses but more then that, we both had to grow up before our time, no time could be ‘wasted’ on play or leisure, we never went to a traditional school because they would only have held us back. We were very isolated, and it wasn’t exactly fun.

DD: So your father really had no idea you two existed?

No, Grandfather and Mother were careful to keep our existence secret until they thought we were ready to take over as his heirs. Grandfather was obsessed with blood and wouldn’t believe Bruce would rather have his adopted children take over things. And can you believe they thought Damian and I were ready to take over?! We’re ten!

(Danny laughs again, Clark and I join in.)

C: To change to a lighter subject; are you two excited for school?

Excited and nervous! Again we’ve never been to a normal school, we haven’t spent, like, any time with people our own age. I’m hoping to make lots of friends.

I’m just worried we will not be academically challenged and they will not be willing to advance us further due to social concerns.

C: I’m sure you have nothing to worry about, I know Bruce has got you both in a gifted program. What do you think your favourite subjects will be?

I love science and engineering, especially the things that I can get hands on with. Chemistry is really fun, and I like taking things apart and tinkering. Astronomy and astrology are what I’m really passionate about but I don’t know if that’s something we’ll have classes on.

I am interested in literature and history. I doubt they’ll really be able to teach me anything new, but at the very least the library should have some books I haven’t read before.

DD: Well the mansion has it's own library doesn’t it? What’s it like having a rich father?

Well he’s the only father we’ve got so we don’t know any different! (Danny laughs) It’s been a bit weird honestly. First week we were here he rented out the entire planetarium for me, and the zoo for Damian. That was weird, but it was weirder still getting to go through the gift shop and just grab whatever we wanted! It was really exciting, but nerve wracking too, like I’d never even had one stuffed animal before! And you’re telling me I can get as many as I want? Let’s just start with one.

We do not intend to waste father’s money on frivolities.

C: What’s your favourite thing you’ve gotten so far?

Oh! Hands down the stuffed grey alien I got! I like the texture of the cloth, it’s really soft.

I like the suits father bought us, they’re very professional.

(Danny sticks his tongue out at his brother, Damian ignores it)

DD: It’s been wonderful to meet you both. I’m sure you’ll do well at school.

It’s been great to meet you too! Sorry Damian didn't say much, he’s shy.

C: That’s perfectly fine, I know there will be chances for other interviews. Maybe even live.

We’re looking forward to it!

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Deb and Clark took a few photos of the twins alone and with their father for their articles before they left. As she left the room, escorted out along with Clark, she couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine. She had held it together well during the interview but she couldn’t shake the odd feeling that she had just escaped something very dangerous. She was a reporter in Gotham, she was no stranger to danger, and she usually trusted her instincts but these were two children! Not even really pre-teens, so why was her hind-brain screaming PREDATOR!

Sure Damian was a little bit unsettling with the way he sat perfectly straight and glared, but it wasn’t Damian her instinct reacted most strongly to. Danny was sweet, with a bright smile and open posture, but there was still something off, and dangerous about him. In the way light reflected out of his eyes… She just needed to write up the interview, then she could go home and write this off as an odd bout of anxiety.

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Danyal finally let himself relax once the reporters were gone, next to him Damian’s shoulders noticeably dropped once they were alone with their father again. All was quiet for a moment Alfred walked in carrying a tray with a pot of tea and a plate with cookies, two for each of them by the looks of it. “I think you all deserve a reward for making it through your first interview. Come sit Master Bruce, I suspect that the interview was nearly as nerve-wracking for you as it was for the boys.”

Bruce chuckled and came to sit down as Danny dove forward to grab one of the cookies. Alfred tutted at Danny's impatience as he poured them each a cup of tea and passed them out.

“I still don’t like the things you said about Mother and Grandfather,” Damian sniffed as he took his own cookie with more dignity.

Danny’s mouth was already full of the buttery sweet treat so he just shrugged as he chewed, swallowing before he answered. “We agreed that it was for the best, this way we don’t have to exert too much energy pretending to be normal children.”

“You mean I won’t, you don’t have any trouble pretending to be ‘normal’,” Damian sneered. There was a long moment of tense silence as Danny refused to look at his brother.

It was rare that Danyal found himself completely at a loss for what to say, but he was now. He was struggling, he found it exhausting interacting with so many people, but he didn’t want to say as much. A part of him felt like Damian wasn’t trying hard enough and he’d be able to do it too if he cared, but Danny hadn’t been able to kill. How had they made him feel about his peaceful nature? He didn’t want to make Damian feel the same way now. The interview had been exhausting, he couldn’t fight with his brother now, even though he knew Damian was just trying to release the tension he too felt in the aftermath. Besides Damian needed to trust Danny's ability to navigate this situation, something that had already been shaken when Damian had realized Danny really wasn't planning on helping them replace their adopted siblings.

“You can have my second cookie Damian,” He sighed, putting down his half full cup of tea and got up. “I’m going to go back to my room.” Damian looked shocked and Bruce looked worried but no one stopped Danny as he left the sitting room. He headed towards his bedroom before changing his mind and heading to the library instead. He wouldn’t be found quite so quickly there and he needed a little time alone, and he didn’t doubt Bruce would try to come check on him.

He found a book and stole a cushion from one of the chairs so he could curl up in a sheltered corner, though he didn’t end up reading the book. He watched a patch of sun move across the floor with the slow passage of time, until he fell asleep curled up on the cushion. It was usually an effective way to avoid his feelings.

[bennyboyfics]

gf accidentally damaging bens car hehe

Press Conference || Ben Shelton x gf!reader

A/n: also inspired by when Ben’s dad called him during a press conference lol

Wc: 374

Warnings: none!!!

MASTERLIST

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Ben’s eyes flick down as he feels his phone buzzing insistently in his pocket. He shifts in his chair, subtly adjusting his posture as the journalist in front of him continues their question. The vibration doesn’t stop. Whoever is calling him is relentless. He exhales sharply through his nose, pulling the microphone closer.

“Uh, sorry,” he cuts in mid-question, flashing an apologetic smile to the reporters in the room. “Someone’s blowin’ up my phone right now.” A few chuckles ripple through the room. Ben pulls his phone out, glancing at the screen. His eyebrows shoot up when he sees your name lighting up the display. He immediately answers, his voice dropping into that affectionate tone he always reserves for you.

“Babe?” He leans slightly away from the mic, but the reporters can still hear him. “What’s going on?” There’s a pause, then your voice comes through, slightly panicked. “I, um… I kinda… might’ve damaged your car?” Ben’s eyes widen slightly before he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. The journalists in the room murmur in amusement, some of them already grinning as they jot down notes.

“You what?” he asks, clearly amused but also trying to gauge how bad it is. “I swear it wasn’t my fault! Well… kinda. There was this pole, and I didn’t see it, and now there’s, like, a dent? Maybe two? And a scratch… but, um, it’s not that bad.” Ben runs a hand down his face, still smiling as he leans back in his chair. “Okay, first of all—are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine! But your car—”

“I don’t care about the car, babe,” Ben interrupts, laughing lightly. “Long as you’re good.” “So… you’re not mad?” Ben huffs, shaking his head. “Nah, not mad. Just a little shocked you decided to call me in the middle of a press conference to confess.” There’s a beat of silence. “…Oh, shit. You’re in a press conference right now?”

Ben grins, glancing at the room full of reporters, who are all watching the interaction unfold with entertained expressions. “Yup. You’re basically on speakerphone with the entire room.” A dramatic groan comes through the line. “Ben, why didn’t you tell me?! I wouldn’t have—” He laughs again, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, we’ll talk when I’m done, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you, too. Sorry about the car.” Ben hangs up and drops his phone onto the table with a smirk. He glances at the reporters, raising an eyebrow. “So… anyone wanna ask me about tennis again, or are we just gonna talk about my car now?” The room erupts in laughter.

[screeching-bunny]

may i request a yandere god/angel? The idea of something so pure..the one thing you have faith in is actually the thinkg keeping u trapped in their obsession bubble is so appealing to me. having no hope left anymore. just them <3

Yandere! God Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! God embodies profound wisdom and possesses knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. They have a mysterious aura and speak in riddles, often challenging his followers to seek enlightenment and often confusing the hell out of them. He’s very unpredictable and playful. He finds joy in playful interactions and enjoys surprising their followers with unexpected twists while they worship him. He lives for drama and will one hundred percent mislead his followers.

🌟 Yandere! God is starstruck when he first sees you. He can’t believe that such a cutie is worshiping him and is such a devoted follower. Any prayer that you wish for, he immediately tries to make it become a reality. Since he’s an all powerful god, you can best believe that he will misuse his powers when it comes to you. What’s this? You met a cute guy at work and flirted with him? Well too bad he got struck by lightning five times and died on the spot. Truly unfortunately. He’ll do his best to isolate you from your friends and family. You’ll be so lost that the only thing you can do is just pray to him whenever you can. The thought of this has him kicking his feet up in the air and twirling his hair.

🌟 Yandere! God plans out exactly how and when you guys will finally meet in person. After watching you for many hours he wants this moment to be as perfect as possible. He makes sure to be as dramatic and extra as possible, revealing himself in a very flashy way. Some lightning here and there and some cool looking smoke for his entrance. One day your just praying to him and poof he’s out in front of you.

“WHAT THE— WHO ARE YOU?!?”

“Some people want to meet me, some people don’t believe me, and some people claim to be me. I am…?”

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE BATMAN?!?!”

“Yes it is— WAIT NO!!!”

🌟 Yandere! God eventually stops speaking in riddles around you because of your inability to get the correct answer. It’s just the only way that he can communicate with you properly and have you understand what he’s saying. Don’t worry though he still loves you nonetheless even if you are a total airhead. He will, however, personally tutor you if it ever really comes down to it. He still speaks in riddles to everyone else but you.

🌟 Yandere! God enjoys watching you pray to him. You view him as someone to look up to and ask about life questions. He makes sure to manipulate you by giving you advice that causes you to become a social outcast to the rest of the world. Who needs friends or a lover when you have him? Whenever his servants hear him say these things to you they just side eye him. They don’t try to do anything about it though because there’s no stopping him when it comes to love.

🌟 Yandere! God uses his followers as entertainment. They’re like his own personal reality tv show that he can control whenever he wants. He loves dropping random things on them and watching them freak out about it. Do you remember the time when a bunch of archeologists dug up an ancient rock with diamonds around it? Yeah, that was his badly made art craft that he threw away years ago. Do you also remember that hurricane that nearly destroyed a country a few months ago? Yeah that was also him, he just accidentally sneezed in the wrong direction that day. His followers believe that anything he does has a meaning behind it. Those natural disasters that have been happening recently must be a test from him. When in reality it was just you messing around with the weather because you we bored.

🌟 Yandere! God would make a new flower and name it after you. His love for you is infinite and would like to spend all of eternity with you. When you first met him you thought that he was supposed to be a generous and pure being. It was because of this thought that you never really saw his advances towards you as romantic. You just brushed these thoughts off and thought you were crazy for even thinking this was. When he found out what you were thinking he nearly ripped his hair off.

🌟 Yandere! God uses the idea of enlightenment to forever trap you by his side. Ditch all the people that you once knew and live with him. This is the only way for you to reach your full potential. People are just vial and disgusting so just jump right into his arms. He’s honestly so good a gaslighting that you don’t even question him and just do exactly what he says. To him it’s almost comical but he couldn’t be prouder of you. If you ever tried to gaslight him it wouldn’t work. I mean you can’t out gaslight the original gaslighter. He was literally the blueprint.

🌟 Yandere! God is terrible at cooking. This is understandable because he is a god and doesn’t need to consume food in order to survive. You, however, do need it. He tries his best to cook food for you but whenever you eat his food you always get food poisoning and need to run to the toilet. He always looks so proud when handing you the dishes that he made that you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t want it. So you usually just suck it up and shove it right down your throat.

🌟 Yandere! God is aware that you are a mortal and will one day die. So he tries various ways to make you immortal whether you like it or not. The thought of you dying just pains him and he’d do anything to prevent it from happening. He would destroy and sacrifice the entire universe if it meant that you’d be safe with him. Being with him is so suffocating. He’s like a clingy dog that always bites for attention. There is honestly no quiet moment where you get to be alone in your own thoughts because he is always watching you.

[didyoulookforme]

nothing's wrong

you call matty way too late after a night with your actual boyfriend.

warning: 18+. very short. mentions of sex. some angst. grammatical errors, typos.

part of the (young) bf matty au. masterlist here.

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unfortunately, the buzzing matty assumed was just part of his dream startles him awake. because someone is actually calling him at god knows what time in the bloody morning.

he paws around the sheets to find his phone, answering without checking the screen.

“’lo?”

“please tell me you’re not already asleep.”

it’s you. and even if he doesn’t care for having a call in the middle of the night, it’s at least your voice on the other end.

“pretty sure any normal human being is in bed,” matty forces one eye open to peek at the time, “yeah, it’s 1:27 at night.” a realization that makes him yawn immediately.

“you’re usually the one who doesn’t fall asleep until four on weekends, though.”

fair. but tonight george wrung nine straight hours of rehearsal out of him so bed wasn’t the worst of ideas.

“my bad for being exhausted. didn’t think that was an issue.”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, matthew.”

“coming from you.” heavy sarcasm dripping from his voice as he yawns once again. “so what, you ring just to bully me or—”

“matty, i had sex.”

the tiny phone slips through his fingers, landing on his chest. fuck.

“so—sorry. dropped this thing. what did you say?” he’d definitely heard but hopefully he’d misunderstood.

“i slept with will. just earlier today,” you repeat, “well, technically last night, i guess.”

and all of the sudden it feels like morning because every bit of tiredness leaves his eyes, blinking and looking up at the ceiling as a million questions run through his mind. what should i say? why is she telling me this? did she enjoy it?

“um. are you okay?”

yes. that’s probably a better thing to ask. yet his heart skips a couple of beats when not a single word from you echoes through the line.

“still there?”

he can now hear you breathing so that answers that question.

“so… how was it?” was that even okay to ask in a situation like this?

“fine, i guess?”

“okay…”

“it was good but i don’t really have anything to compare it to. it hurt a lot—“

“wait…” matty props himself up on his elbow, already counting the ways he can get back to this guy. “he didn’t fucking hurt you, did he?”

“what? no, he didn’t. not on purpose anyway.” yes, matty regrets having answered this call by now. “he was… is just big.”

the curly haired boy groans so loudly he doesn’t care if he wakes up the entire neighbourhood. “jesus fucking christ, i don’t need to know that.”

“oh, stop it. pretty sure the lot of you talk about the sizes of your own.”

matty doesn’t necessarily lie in return. “that was ross and george, ‘kay?”

“sure.” he can just picture the way your eyes are currently rolling to the back of your head “anyway, i think…the size just made it uncomfortable. but it was also my first time so it was probably that, too.”

“yeah...probably.” but what did matty know?

“i feel guilty, though.”

“you regret it, then?” perhaps that sounded too optimistic coming from him.

“no. not that. sorry. um, just that…i pretended like i finished. when i didn’t.”

at this point matty wonders if perhaps he’s still dreaming and this conversation is only happening within his subconscious because there’s no way in hell someone could unknowingly torture him this bad in real life. but he cannot exactly hang up on you.

“did he use a condom?” he immediately cringes when those words leave his lips. out of the billion things his brain could’ve conjured, that’s the one it went with.

“yes dad, we were safe and all of that. he’s not an idiot, y’know?”

“well, he didn’t make you co—finish.” truth be told, matty’s never been your boyfriend’s biggest fan, not because he doesn’t like will as a human. it’s just that it’s him that gets to hold and kiss you and keep you warm while he has to watch from the sidelines. and now add him being lousy at pleasing you a girl. “so, um, yeah, he’s a proper idiot in my books.”

“and you care because…?”

because he so badly wishes it could’ve been him instead.

“‘cause it was his fucking job, alright?” every bloke knows he’s supposed to make his girl co—,” he bites his tongue again to stop himself, “…orgasm.” well, that didn’t really sound any better, to be honest.

“plus,” he finally catches his breath. “it was, you know, your first time and it’s meant to be, i dunno,” he exhales with slight disappointment in his tone, “at least halfway decent.”

the giggle coming through is not necessarily what he expects but it makes him relax a little easier.

“was yours halfway decent?” of course. it would’ve been way too good for him if you didn’t ask questions of your own.

“well, not actually sure to be honest. but um...” he gestures with his hand as if you were sitting right in front of him. “i did make her, y’know…”

“come?”

“yes,” matty confirms, “that.” a couple of times even but that’s a detail that can be left out right about now.

“well, aren’t you an expert then?”

matty can practically hear the grin growing on your face. “oh, shove it. not like you do not interrogate me about every aspect of my sex life.”

“i’m your best friend so i have the right to know.”

“there’s so much wrong with that but i’m not even going to bother right now.”

then he can only laugh quietly because he knows there’s no possible way you’ll ever stop. not necessarily the worst thing, but he sometimes gets scared at how easy it’s for him to share everything with you. well, almost everything.

“because you love me,” he hears you sing-song.

matty bites his tongue for the third time since he answered your call. “nope. but nice try.”

there’s a few seconds of silent static filling the space, forcing him to talk before you can hear his heart trying to beat out of his ribs.

“but you’re okay, right?” even if you lost your virginity to someone else, he cannot help but care for you more than he’ll ever admit.

“yeah, i think so.”

those words offer some sort of bittersweet relief. “that’s good… really good.” and silence fills the space for almost a minute this time.

“anyway, thanks matty. for listening to my near meltdown.”

“always.” he finally falls back down to rest on his pillow. “want me to come over tomorrow?”

“mmhmm.”

“okay,” he looks at the time again, “i’ll just need a solid ten hours of sleep before i have to endure every single detail of your night.” his eyes close to imagine your face as you laugh, knowing the way your lips curl and your eyebrows scrunch.

“just text me when you’re on your way, matty.”

“will do,” he can’t help but smile because yet you choose him over your boyfriend. “g’night.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Detention - Draco Malfoy

Draco x sister fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of Umbridge torture

Word count: 746

Summary: Umbridge doing the torture scar’s to Y/n Malfoy, and Draco’s pissed and tells their parnets.

Authors Note: Part 2? Where their parents got Draco’s owl and come to Hogwarts concerned and pissed? (& they find out why she got detention in the first place)

Harry Potter Masterlist

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“Where have you been?” Draco asked as Y/n finally came and sat at the Slytherin in the great hall.

“Umbridge gave me detention for the entire month.” Y/n scoffed annoyed at the way things had become. School was where she felt she could relax some, since Malfoy Manner wasn’t a place of relaxation. But with all the changes school was feeling a lot like home.

“Why?” Draco furrowed his brow concerned and concerned and confused for his sister.

“She said it was because I kept my desk’s to disoganized.” Y/n shrugged not to sure why she got detention in the first place.

“Thats bull.” Draco scowled, his sister was always so clean and kept. Draco didn’t believe it for a second. Besides why would someone get detention for that?

“I agree.” Y/n nodded.

“At least its just a month.” He concluded hoping to ease her nerves that Draco was sure she was feeling. Knowing their parents were to hear of this and not be thrilled.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed, hoping that the letter going home about this detention would get lost.

It wasn’t home she should of been worrying about as she soon learned. Once she started her series of detentions Y/n Malfoy found out who the true monster in Hogwarts was.

Detention was terribly stressful and anxiety ridden. On top of that she had gotten a letter from home that wasn’t the nicest ither. But from the words written it didn’t sound like they were told ‘why’ she was having detentions, and y/n felt like if they knew ‘why’ then they wouldn’t be nearly as mad.

But Y/n was to afraid to write back. What if it made things worse, what if Umbridge intercepted her letter?! No way, she couldn’t risk it and make her punishments worse.

But it was becoming increasingly hard to hide her hand from her brother. Their twin bond didn’t help and she could tell Draco knew something was up. Y/n was worried if she told him that he might view her as weak.

All that came crashing down around her one day in the library. Draco came storming in and headed straight towards her and sat down. Determined to get answers.

“What's wrong Draco?” Y/n asked once he sat down having watched his dramatic entrance, and noticing her antsy behavior.

“Why’s your hand wrapped?” He asked. It had been bothering him for awhile, he was already concerned about his twin 24/7. But seeing her hurt was ripping him apart on the inside.

“I got hurt.” Y/n cast her gaze downward, nervously picking at a loose thread on her skirt.

“How? Let me see.” Draco jumps immediately into protective mode, very concerned.

“Draco-”

Y/n tried to stop him but he had already reached foreward and grabbed abhold of her hand. Pulling off the bandage wrap and exposing the carvings into her hand that would definitely scar.

“What’s this?” Draco questioned with wide eye’s looking between Y/n and her torn up hand. Seeing horrible, nasty, un-true words carved into her hand made Draco want to cry. And with looking into his sisters eye’s seeing all the emotions and tears in them broke his heart. “Y/n, where’d you get this? Who did this to you?”

Y/n knew there was no point in trying to lie to him now that he’s seen the evidence. “Umbridge, and at detention. It’s her version of it.”

“This is unethical and torture.” He growled in anger that someone dared to harm his sister.

“Trust me, I know.” Y/n pulled her hand back and wrapped it back up again, so it wouldn’t get infected but also so no one would see.

“How many times?” Draco asked even though he knows he doesn’t want to hear it’s been more than once, he knows it’s been more than 1 time.

“4. So far. But I still have the rest of the month.” She told him shakily, nervous about having to go through more of this torture.

“I’ll tell father and mother about this. She’s not going to touch you again.” Draco states pulling her into him to comfort her, noting her shakiness, which he’s very sure was going to lead to a panic attack.

That night after dinner Draco wrote a letter explaining the situation to their parents on paper, and sent it around midnight to assure no one would notice anywhere in the castle.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

I keep thinking about what would happen if the firsts+Turks had to take care of children/babies they had to rescue from a village while they wait on their parents to get them. I feel like it would be a nice mix of pure chaos and wholesomeness.

➜ Genesis gathers the kids around for storytime (don't ask him how he had a children's book readily available on hand), doing exaggerated tones, dramatic gestures, and silly voices that make the kids hang on to his every word. Hearing them beg for "just one more story" makes him feel all warm and gooey inside and he's definitely holding back tears. He also plays dolls with the little girls and teaches them a few swear words because he comes up with telenovela scenarios that are not fit for children but shh focus on the good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

➜ Zack is like a giant kid himself, so he has no qualms about playing pretend (and taking it seriously, okay? the man will scream his head off if a kid says there's a dragon in front of him and will fight the air). The kids adore him because his energy is contagious. Definitely the most popular with the kiddos but shh don't tell Angeal. But Zack also encourages the kids to climb trees and play in the mud so perhaps he's not the best influence…

➜ Reno, surprisingly, turns out to be a natural with the kids. He’s quick to organize a makeshift sports team with Rude, splitting the children into teams and coaching them through impromptu games…He did pull a whistle out of nowhere and refers to the kids as "snot noses" but he's surprisingly patient as he explains the rules and makes sure everyone is playing fair…until one boy questions his authority and Rude has to hold him back from fighting a child.

➜ Sephiroth is visibly uncomfortable in the presence of so many tiny, inquisitive humans. He tries his best though, answering their endless questions with serious consideration, as if he's in briefing—he refers to the kids as 'sir' and 'ma'am' and they love that he treats them like tiny adults. And then the children start playing with sticks as makeshift swords. He steps in, adjusting their forms and offering practical tips while sharing stories of how he made good use of sticks as weapons when he was a boy…..Ignoring the fact that Sephiroth taught a bunch of kids how to wield stakes, he somehow ends up in a braid train with some older girls. Eventually one child falls asleep in his arms and he refuses to move a muscle. He feels fully responsible for this child now.

➜ Tseng is initially stiff and uncomfortable around the children, but then he encounters a little girl with wide green eyes and a brown hair who reminds him so much of Aerith at that age. He crumbles immediately. Tseng is now playing with dolls and enduring the pang of guilt, remembering how innocent Aerith was, and how much she’s endured since. He pushes the feeling down, focusing on making the little girl laugh, determined to protect her if only for a little while.

➜ Angeal and Cissnei are dealing with the aftermath of Sephiroth teaching the kids how to successfully use sticks to attack each other, and are actively running around confiscating the sticks.

*Zack sees Cissnei taking away a stick from a child* Zack: Aww, what are you? The fun police?? *Angeal is wrestling a stick out of a child's hands in the background—he's losing* Cissnei: Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? Someone could get seriously hurt! *Angeal is thwacked in the face with the stick* Zack: Don't be silly! Sticks are great toys for kids! *The child hits Angeal in the shins. He falls down* Cissnei: ….Hm…I guess you're right. Do you want to come help me gather more so we can assemble an army? Zack: Do I! *More children have appeared with sticks to gang up on Angeal. Sephiroth will pay for this dearly*

[poisonsage808]

Stolen Heart

warnings: kidnapping, swearing, injuries, vomit, panic attack

There’s a balance to having a heart in the Special Victims Unit, the same way a hammer can fix; it can damage just as badly. Working for the NYPD as long as he had, John thought he’d had a handle on his own… until he found himself in a dangerous situation because of it. 

“Munch,“ Cragen called not even half a step into the precinct, “My office. Immediately.”

Looking back, something should’ve tipped him off right then. Paranoid as he may be, he knew being called into the captain’s office wasn’t inherently a bad thing. However because he went way back with Cragen, he knew warning signs. The captain looked almost guilty, his eyes dropped to the floor the minute they met. 

“You piss off dad?” Finn teased.

He turned halfway, shrugging his arms out innocently, “I just walked through the door, I haven’t had time yet.”

The moment he faced the doorway, his smile and shoulders dropped. John knew he wasn’t in trouble but he also couldn’t shake his bones of the heavy weight of impending doom.

He closed the door just as Don was about to tell him to. 

“John, this is Agent Brienne Samson from the A.I.B.”

He forced his stiff limbs to offer a halfassed wave to the agent in the corner of the room. The auburn haired, raven looking woman nodded in greeting, smiling just as fake as he was. 

“Have I done something to put me under investigation by the great Internal Affairs Bureau?” He asked Cragen specifically so he could slip an excusable dose of sarcasm into the question.

“No, John. You should sit down.”

“I’ve known you a long time, Don.” He held up a finger to cut him off, waving his hand around accusingly as he paced the room cautiously. He was a detective, he knew how to get answers. “Did you know you never call me John unless you’re feeling particularly sentimental? Cut the mawkish crap and talk to me like a man, tergiversation gives me indigestion.” 

“Detective,” Agent Samson’s dry voice was filled with urgency, “Now's not the time.”

“No? Then when? ‘Cause now’s looking an awful lot like a character assassination only neither of you will pull the trigger. I know Lee Harvey Oswald didn’t act alone–”

“Munch, I need you to trust me.” Cragen huffed as he collected himself, brows furrowing in sincerity, “Shut the hell up and sit down for this.”

They held each other’s glare for too long, both waiting to see who would crack first. As well as John knew Don, Don knew John. Eventually, with much reluctance, John plopped into a chair before the captain’s desk. Arms crossed, his head lolled to the side dramatically. He looked every bit of an impatient, petulant child while he waited for the irksome mystery to be revealed.

Cragen then nodded to Samson who walked over and slapped a file down on the wood.

“Do you remember putting away a Saul Carter?”

He didn’t keep track of perps he put away anymore, he stored names of the victims he saved nowadays. There were two mug shots about twenty years apart, one was in black and white.  The man in the first photo was smiling almost victoriously, the second he wasn’t and his eyes were notably darker.

John did remember this freak. 

“Back in Baltimore, 1996. I busted him for robbery during a homicide investigation. He broke out of booking and murdered two families in the same neighborhood. He sent me love letters ‘till I retired, then nothin’.” He shrugged, “Thought he died.”

Just as Cragen opened his mouth, Samson interrupted, “Anything else you can remember?”

A beat of suspicion. Cragen sighed in defeat as soon as he saw the gears turning in John’s head. Questioning someone, gathering all the details you could before the panic sets in. He’d done it plenty of times himself.

His attention shot to his captain, “What’s this about, Captain.”

Cragen hesitated and that minuscule detail had the already ringing alarm bell shrieking in his ears. 

His soul left his body when heard your name. John had to hear it though, or he would’ve never believed it. His stomach lurched and white dots began obscuring his vision. Up and out of the chair, he began pacing, eerily quiet and terrifyingly calm. One foot in front of the other, he was only half hearing the information he was being told.

“He hasn’t done anything yet. He called twenty minutes ago—“

John completely stopped listening there, his body jerking to a halt. 

“Twenty minutes? Twenty?” That just couldn’t be right. Twenty minutes ago he had dropped you off at work like he always did, got out of the car to open your door and walked you up to the building. He had told you he loved you, said goodbye, then you pulled him back for a quick peck on the lips. “That’s— No. No! Twenty minutes ago I was there, Don! He’s lying. If they were in danger, I’d know.”

“Detective, we've already confirmed that he’s not lying.” Samson was irritatingly placating, hands out in surrender as if he was a ticking time bomb, as if he was the one with a gun. “We already have video footage and statements from multiple witnesses.”

“Let me see.”

“I don’t advise that. You’re not privy to any information right now. You’re being told as a courtesy, but I’m here to remind you; you’re a liability. You and your fellow detectives cause a mountain of paperwork for my department every time a situation becomes even slightly personal.”

“I’m not asking you.” John breathed out, taking his glare to his captain. His eyes softened, doing the begging his mouth couldn’t. 

Cragen has a good head on his shoulders, but an even better heart. He knows in a situation like this how impossible it is to turn off that detective switch. Despite that, and knowing what he should and shouldn’t be revealing, he gestures behind his desk anyways. 

“Captain Cragen!“ Samson calls out sternly.

“I’m having him confirm the identity of the suspect.” 

John is beside him in two great sweeps of his long legs, watching the blurry video with a hand over his mouth.

The timestamp is engraved in his brain, 6:30, exactly when he brought you to work. John memorizes the way you smile when he says he loves you and how giddy you are snatching his tie, pulling him back for a kiss. You’re at his height for a change, standing on the steps of the building entrance.

“You leave, he goes in.” 

Suddenly, out of the camera’s view, a hooded figure rushes up those same steps the second he drives away. He can see blasts from a gun going off reflecting in the window, then Carter walking out very closely behind you. There’s almost a relief that he can’t see your face, that he can’t see how scared you must be.

“He shot two people, they’re both in the hospital. We followed the street cams all the way to the subway, then we lost him.”

“We? Who’s—“ John cuts himself off, his eyes jumping to the open blinds on the door. “You can’t.”

Samson quirked a brow at his response, judging him like she had any right to. “That is not up to you, detective.” 

“I know what you’re feeling right now—“

“With all due respect, captain, I highly fucking doubt that.”

“—but Benson and Stabler are your best options, Munch! Would you rather some strangers handle this!?”

“Yes!” Munch slams his hands down on the desk, wishing it would sting but he can’t feel it, “If something… If I lose… I wouldn’t move on, Cap. I wouldn’t let this go and I might hate them for it. Please, you can’t do this.”

Cragen’s hand is a heavy weight on his shoulder that does little to ground him. Before he can bestow any wisdom, Samson is interrupting with logic.

“Like it or not, Detective Munch, thanks to you this,” she points to the computer, “is now a case for the SVU and will be treated as if it was any other.”

His fingers curled into tight fists that trembled against the wood as her venomous words seeped into his skin and made him feel filthy with guilt.

“Thanks to–” He scoffs, shaking his head and sneering, “Thanks to me? Are you blaming me for this!? You think I wanted someone to–”

“Agent Samson, that’s enough! Let me have a word with my detective in private.”

Cragen leaves no room to protest, he bullies her out of the room and shuts the door swiftly behind her. Whipping around, he shoves a finger in John’s direction with an expression he can’t read in his current state, but it almost looks as if he’s holding up a mirror. 

“Now you listen to me and you listen good; nothing is gonna happen. But you need to sit tight while they do their jobs. The I.A.B. preemptively,” the word is filled with venom, “sent her to confiscate your badge and gun for the time being and I’ve been ordered to confine you. So, you are to stay in this building until I leave— and I am not leaving until we get them back. Are we understood?”

John swallowed thickly, he didn't trust his voice. 

He nods. 

~

The worst part was always the unknown. He hated mysteries. He hated secrets. He hated cliffhangers. He hated open endings. He /hated the unknown. Sitting there, stewing in the dark made him sick to his stomach with the need for violence. He wanted to hit something, do something, feel something. But all he could do was wait. 

“Munch!”

He thought he knew, it’s the living victims that rip your guts out, that’s what he said. Those were only guts, though, as painful as it was, it didn’t compare to someone reaching into his chest and clawing out the very thing he needed to exist. Without his heart, he felt like a very different man.

“Man, stop!” Finn pleaded, and Finn was never one to sound so desperate. 

He tried focusing on what he knew; he knew this whole fucking situation like the back of his hand, only now he was knee deep on the other side of it, and sinking fast. He was temporarily suspended— that much was clear— and worse, he was treated like any loved one in a missing persons case. 

Fin grabbed his shoulder and forced him to a crashing stop, “Just hold up!” 

His fists trembled at his sides, his breathing erratic.

“Contrary to everyone’s belief, I’m not trying to get myself fired or killed. I’m just goin’ to the bathroom. I don’t need a babysitter for that, do I?”

“Cut the crap, Munch. Say what you wanna say, I can take it.” 

Logically, he knew none of his friends deserved his wrath. 

Rage didn’t follow logic, though. John could count on one hand all the times he felt like this and he was disgusted by it every time. Fin’s intentions, no matter how kind hearted they were, couldn’t get through to him. He’d say something he would later regret.

He pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head.

“Just leave me alone.” 

“I can’t do that, man. You’re my partner. I don’t care what I.A.B. says about you not bein’ able to keep your cool,” Fin slapped a hand on John’s chest and he heard crinkling between the man’s palm and his shirt, “I always got your back.” 

He tapped Fin’s hand gratefully, using his thumb to slip the paper out and into his pocket. 

“I’m around… if you feel like talkin’.” 

“Noted… Thanks, Fin.”

Hiding in the bathroom stall like he was back in highschool, he damn near ripped the paper trying to peel it open. Benson and Stabler tracked you and Carter to Baltimore. That was a three hour bus ride. If he had anything in his stomach it would’ve gone straight into the porcelain bowl, he was nauseas all over again. 

Now he had to deal with the knowledge he swore he wanted. Bitterly dropping the paper into the toilet and flushing it away, he almost wished he didn’t read it. He didn’t deserve to cry but the tears fell anyway. His back hit the stall door and he sank to his knees, hiding his face in his hands like when he was a boy. The guilt was eating him alive from the inside out and the only thing that stopped him from letting it happen was the unknown. 

You were alive, but were you ok?

~

“He’s going to goad you for a reaction,” Huang explained tentatively, though he was more than aware John knew that already, “Saul Carter has exhibited signs of obsession, but he’s manic and impulsive. Tell him everything he wants to hear but don’t allow him to know he’s gotten to you.” 

“Any advice on how to do that.” John asked dryly.

The piss poor excuse of a rejected abomination that took you reached out again, wanted a friendly chat with him. When Samson initially denied the idea, Fin and Cragen shared a look that said they wanted to toss her out the window. Beautiful, silver bullet tongue Casey and her overpriced Harvard Law degree managed to convince the agent otherwise. She promised Huang would coach John on what to say, (what not to say) what to do, (what not to do) and sit in on the call.

Huang gave him a reassuring, albeit hesitant, smile, “You do it all the time. Say what you need to and nothing more. If he gives you an opening to reveal his location; take it.” 

The phone rings. 

“That’s him.” Cragen states, nodding to him, “Take it.”

Moving too fast to hide how jittery his hands are, he picks up the phone and hits the speaker button.

“You wanted me, you got me.” He greets in monotone. 

“Detective Munch.” The way he said it had his hackles raised. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. I was sure you’d be lookin’ for me when I busted out but I guess I’m not as special as sweetheart here. You knew when they went missing but not me, huh?”

Huang must’ve seen his eye twitch because he mouths ‘no reaction’. There’s movement on the other end. Managing to relax his white knuckle grip on the phone, he pushes his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t keep up with Baltimore’s local news or I would’ve been hot on your trail.” 

Though John tried to play into the criminal’s desire for attention, Carter seemed… upset to hear this. He groaned and hit the phone against something a couple times. Huang’s eyes were narrowed at the phone, like he was trying to solve a puzzle without the picture. 

“Not gonna ask how they are? Don’t you care?”

John sneered, baring his teeth to the man who couldn’t see it. Every spare second he has, morning, noon and night, you’re all he thinks about. At the end of every day, when he’s holding you in his arms, he prays for every night to end like that. Does he care? How could he not. Eyes wide and all knowing, Huang shook his head.

“Of course I do.” He said through grit teeth.

Wincing at the sound of crazed laughter, he knew what was going on now. Carter didn’t want his attention, he just wanted to inflict pain. 

“You wanna say hi? Got ‘em a lil’ tied up at the moment but,”

There was a audible rip, a muffled whimper, then, 

 “John?” 

All at once everyone in the room takes a breath upon hearing your voice and steals the air, leaving none for him. You sound disoriented, his name a plea from your lips and it’s torture for him not to come when summoned. Still, he can feel the cavity in his chest aching with hope just from hearing your voice again.

“I’m here.” He keeps his tone flat but tries, for you, to sound softer, “I’m right here. Are you ok?”

“I’m—” 

The sound of a slap had his head spinning. He saw Fin wince and glare at the wall, and Huang tried to keep pity from his eyes as he warily looked at John.  

“You don’t get answers, detective. Since you’re too good to come and finish what you started and get them yourself, remember?” 

John’s eyes flit to Huang who rolls his wrist in agreement.

“Give me an address and I’ll be there, Carter. We can end this, you and I.”

“Ah, what the hell, you can come get me for old time’s sake. You got a pen? I’ll tell you where to go but,” his empty laugh is nails on a chalkboard, “I think we’ll have a repeat of last time.”

Huang is scribbling down the address while Fin rushes out of the room, dialing on his phone. The thunderous bang sends his chair flying backwards as he jumps to his feet. It’s horribly abrupt, everyone’s eyes go wide with horror and they’re betrayed by their duties to continue on as you screech in pain. He’s the only one whose world crashes to a stop and threatens to implode.

“Get that address to Stabler and Benson now. Where the hell did Tutuola go—“

There’s ringing in his ears like he was right next to the barrel, but it’s just the dead phone line. His trembling hand drops the receiver as if it’s a smoking gun and he hadn’t meant to pull the trigger. 

”John!” Cragen bellows, chasing after him. 

He didn’t know he was moving but he couldn’t stop. Not now. The end was near and he couldn’t outrun it if he stopped. 

“John!” 

That was Fin this time, it was hard to hear him over the heavy hand he had on the horn. Pulling his car up on the sidewalk, his partner reached over and shoved the passenger door open. 

He didn’t need instructions for what that meant. 

~

Two hours and twenty four minutes of agony rounded up to a fateful three. The drive was tense and mostly silent. He didn’t have a phone to answer, stupidly leaving it behind with his confiscated badge and gun, but Fin’s was blowing up every twenty minutes. He got an earful from Cragen, warnings from Novak and Huang, more scoldings from Cragen before he stopped answering them. Fin did him a hell of a favor by biting his tongue when John asked if he could go any faster, like it would make Baltimore any closer than it was eight miles ago.

He had to know. 

His mind was infected with a disease ridden double edged sword and the cure was knowledge. 

It was a cruel gamble and his chips were down, but his hand was forced to play. Obviously if you were alive nothing else mattered, no question would ever leave his tongue dry this way ever again– he thirsted to know you were alive. He could fix everything he fucked up if he only could see you were alive, everything would be ok if you were alive. 

Isn’t this exactly why he wanted to remain in limbo? The moment he begins to be hopeful, planning to take time off to take care of you, deal out his apologies, already mentally filling out paperwork for the inevitable desk duty he’d receive– the sword dug into his brain and threatened to kill him with the image of your dead body. What would any of it matter if you weren’t there? Colors would die, tastes would be ash, smells and songs would be burnt rubber from car crashes. The mortal globe he stood on would crumble to nothingness and leave him a shell of a man… but he would be a coward if he didn’t see it through to the bitter end.

Either way, he had to know. 

~

He shouldered through the barricades of double doors, ran too fast in the stretching hallways and rushed right into a woman he almost didn’t recognise amongst the river of blurry faces. Unsure of what he knew and what his intentions were, Olivia held her hands out to catch him, possibly pacify him.

“Munch, just–”

“I can’t wait anymore, Olivia.” He shook his head.

His sincerity didn’t shock her, he’d been honest with her before, the fear lingering in his voice did. She closed her lips, brows pulling together but he couldn’t read her expression. Turning him around, she ushered him to room 217. Leaning besides the door with his arms crossed was Eliot, who straightened upon seeing Munch. Olivia opened the door for him, reassuring him where they’d be if he needed them then promptly closed him in the dark room.

How many times had he been in a hospital before this? For interrogations, for friends, for himself. Nothing could prepare him for a moment like this. His hand trembled as it closed around the curtain but he didn’t hesitate to pull it back.

His legs buckled and threatened to betray him.

You were alive.

The sight shouldn’t have been comforting but it was. Your left shoulder was bandaged for a gunshot wound, arm hung in a blue sling. There was a stitched up gash at your hairline and your lip was busted. He counted seven bruises that he could see and didn’t doubt there was more under that thin hospital blanket. But you were alive. You’d just gone through hell and you sounded indisputably relieved to see the man that put you there, so much so you smiled weakly at him.

“John!”

Tears welled up in his eyes. He never thought he’d hear your voice again, that he’d have to cling to the memory of your agonizing scream. Relief flooded through him and brought him to his knees beside your bed. Gingerly, he took your hand in his own that couldn’t stop shaking. John kissed your knuckles, blotched with red and purple.

“God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never let this happen, I’m so sorry.”

He repeated the words until they came out a broken sob.

You stole your hand out of his grip and rested it on his cheek so tenderly his heart ached. Patiently you let him weep at your side but smothered his tears with your thumb and a stern look, like you couldn’t stand them. Pulling your hand back, he followed as you guided his face to yours and blessed him with a soft kiss.

“John,” you hissed sweetly against his lips, “this wasn’t your fault.”

He shook his head, stumbling over the script he had written in his mind all day, “I–”

“Don’t punish yourself for this, I hear you’re in enough trouble. This isn’t on you, ok?”

Against his will he swallowed his guilt down deep for another day. He’d do anything you asked. You smiled again when you saw him sober from his shame, just as satisfied as he was for the moment. John’s hand crept to the nape of your neck as he climbed up and leaned over the bed to hug you. Immediately melting into his warmth, you held onto him as best you could with one arm. 

Sniffling despite feeling safer than ever, you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m so relieved you’re ok, sweetheart.. I was goin’ crazy.” The sigh that left him was brutal, taking out all the weight and anxiety he’d been holding in all day. Placing a kiss to your head, he could smell the sterilized antibacterial wipes mixed in with your shampoo. He was grateful for both, it was better than the alternative. “I love you so much.”

[object-show-analysis]

Hi there! I’ve been really wanting to answer this one. The exact motives of cobs’ call aren’t clear yet. Theres a lot we can speculate on. It could have something to do with the aliens, for example. But nothing we know concretely. I can answer your second question very easily though. The fact that he’s calling now is influenced by a very simple thing: Cobs has Toilet.

It’s something we pretty much know, but that has been very intentionally vague. II episode 14 ended with the shot of MePhone X approaching Toilet while he was all alone on the beach.

This is a scene a lot of people have been very nervous about for years now but never got any closure on. We were expecting to finally get answers when ii episode 15 dropped, and we just didn’t. Never once is he shown, nor is his current situation talked about. The only thing that we get is Cobs calling.

It was very clear to me immediately that Toilet had to be related to the reason Cobs was calling. We had heard absolutely nothing about him and last we saw him, he was face to face with one of Cobs’ creations. MePhone never got any sort of notification for him, so if we are to assume he has a MeLife set up for toilet (something I’ve been skeptical about in the past, but I think is pretty easy to assume now given how death was talked about in the last episode. Even someone that everyone hated Had to be brought back to life, and it was considered ridiculous and cruel to even consider not bringing her back to life. So I think we can say pretty certainly that MePhone wouldn’t just not have a MeLife set up for toilet just because he didn’t like him. Also if there was going to be something as dramatic as toilet being perma dead like Dough, the fact that he doesn’t have a MeLife probably would have been mentioned by now) we know that toilet can’t be dead.

This means he Must be in Cobs’ custody. It’s the only possibility other than MePhoneX just letting toilet go, which wouldn’t make any sense either

Today’s trailer for episode 16 solidified this for me, when we hear a conversation between MePhone and MePad that goes like this:

MePhone: “this is it. We can’t escape him this time. You have to help”

MePad: “We no longer work together”

MePhone: “then… don’t do it for Me.”

With an emphasis on “me” that implies there’s someone Else MePad would do this for. I do believe the sentence here is going to be “don’t do it for me. do it for toilet.” I can’t fathom anyone else it could be about. All signs point to Cobs having Toilet within his custody and using him as some sort of motive to get to MePhone. So I would say That is definitely why Cobs has chosen to call now of all times. He finally has something that he can use against MePhone and MePad.

I’m Very excited to see how this plays out. And very excited to see Toilet again!!! I hope this helps :)

[leaawrites]

Come with me pt. 2

Roadie Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, a decision for the guture is easier to make than expected.

Warnings: swearing, fluff,

Wordcount: 1.9k (what am I even doing? I should be studying)

Masterlist

The room was alive once again when Noel opened his eyes, the cushion under his hand cold and nothing more but fabric. People were running around, gathering their belongings and yelling at him to ‘get his fucking arse up’ because they were running out of time.

They were hurling across the room, in sheer panic of not getting to their next destination in time, all while Noel was sat on the sofa still, with her on his mind. And there she stayed. Lingering night and day and through all of what he needed to do to keep his job; he did it with her by his side.

The two little needles on his wrist watch showed him that the time for sleep would soon be over, but instead of taking it as a sign to close his eyes, he kept them wide open, his hand still scribbling words down on the paper. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from flowing, so he made them immortal in case she’d be interested enough one day to search for them.

“As if she’d even remember,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief of his own delusion and finally letting his eye lids flutter close. Her face still against his shoulder, breathing down his chest.

Turning off the little light in darkness and letting the silence sing him to sleep, her promise of his future a quiet hum in between all of it.

‘As if she’d remember someone like me,’ he thought again, pushing the growing fondness in his heart further down the labyrinth in his mind and turning away from it completely.

“You have to stop thinking about him,” Mary groaned as she saw the girl once more lost in daydreams in the middle of work.

“I’m trying, alright?” She argued, letting the image of him be popped by the needle of reality. “But you had to see him - and hear. God, his voice was amazing.”

“You’re fucked, I hope you know that,” Mary said, chuckling as she saw the distressed look on her friends face. “I barely remember the face of the guy I hooked up with, and I knew him longer.”

“You were also completely high on drugs if I’m allowed to remind you.”

“The sex was good though,” she said, ignoring Y/n’s comment and dwelling in unclear memories. “You didn’t sleep with that guy, right?”

“Noel,” she reminded her. “And no, I didn’t sleep with him. I fell asleep on his shoulder.”

“What?” She burst out laughing, making the other people in the office turn their heads towards the two of them. “Sorry,” she quietly apologized. “How did you achieve that?”

“I don’t know.” Groaning, Y/n buried her head in her hands. “He was singing to me and I just felt this absolute calmness settle over me all of a sudden. And then, it was over. When I woke up he was still asleep next to me and I just hurried away.”

“Wait, he didn’t leave you in the night?”

“No?” She answered, half questioning her answer, unsure of how to interoperate the question and whether it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh my god, that boy is in love with you!”

“He barely knows me.”

“He lets you sleep on his shoulder the whole night and doesn’t just leave you.”

“You make it sound more dramatic than it is with that tone of yours.”

“Well, maybe not in love immediately, but at the very least he thinks you’re pretty and wanted to be closer to you.” Mary wiggled her eyebrows at the girl, taking her hands in hers and slightly shaking them in excitement.

“Also, he had his hand on my thigh when I woke,” Y/n added, unable to keep it a secret only for her to know any longer, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks and she looked at her shoes. It felt necessary to sustain her mental health and not go crazy in delusion.

Mary let out a quiet scream at the new information, her mouth flying open and her eyes widening. “You lucky girl, and all you do is leave that poor boy alone.”

“What was I supposed to do? I barely know how to even talk to a guy and you want me to ask him if he’d marry me or something.”

“Don’t be overdramatic now,” Mary said, earning a bored expression from the girl opposite her. “You could’ve at least left your number.”

“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, I guess. But I didn’t,” she said. “It doesn’t matter now anyway, he’ll be in another city tonight, long forgotten about me and it won’t matter, because I will forget him in no time as well. It’s just a crush, nothing serious.”

“If you say so,” Mary shrugged, going back to work and leaving the girl to her thoughts once more.

‘It won’t matter,’ she told herself. ‘In a few days, he’ll be nothing but a faint memory.”

If he was only a faint memory, she’d never had one that seemed to persistent in her life. In the late nights she could still hear his voice sing her to sleep, his warm shoulder against her cheek. He was faint, but he wasn’t gone and after a few months, she believed he’d never be truly gone from her mind.

The only thing keeping her sane and away from going crazy by beginning to search for some string of contact to the boy she met one night, where the usual visits from Mary. Reminding her that, whatever she might think could happen, there would only be one person knocking on her door and only one face she’d see when opening it.

Until she saw another.

The sun already went down as Y/n sat in her little apartment all alone. The tea still steaming in front of her and the record, which was playing to keep the silence away, still spinning. All acts of her day keeping it’s normal routine.

Usually she’d sit by herself until her eyes would begin to feel heavy and she’d call it a night, the cup empty by then and the second record done playing. Usually, there would be no one wanting to see her still after 8 pm. Usually, she wouldn’t have to sacrifice her warm spot on the sofa because someone rang the doorbell downstairs.

She threw the blanket, that once rested in her lap, down to the floor, so she could walk over to the door and answer whoever was freezing outside in this cold night.

Expecting to see a neighbour of hers or, at the very least, some delivery guy that couldn’t find his way, she opened the door with a bored expression on her face. Seeing the person standing in front, with their eyes to the ground and fingers fidgeting together, the flat line of her mouth turned upwards and her heart picked up speed as she heard the quiet mumbling of his words stopping the moment he heard the door creak open.

“Hey,” he said, being the first one to talk. Not getting an answer from her, he continued. “I know this may surprise you, and honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but, fuck, I missed you and I can’t explain why. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, whether it’s some fucking witchcraft or what do I know, for fucks sake, but I can’t get you out of my head. The band sacked me, I’m on my way back home and I should probably still be on the bus, but I saw your city and I couldn’t not stop by. This is all crazy, but it feels fucking right to stand here, okay?”

“Noel,” she stopped his rambling to catch the intention of his words. “What are you trying to say?”

“Come with me, please.” His eyes looked pleading, his voice sounded like it. Like he couldn’t stop himself from asking and hoping that she’d say yes. Like, if she did, it would everything - the lost job and unknown future for him - make sense.

“I can’t, you know I can’t. I have a job, I have friends and family,” she tried to argue back.

“I’ll get big. I’ll get a good job and we’ll have money and nothing from the past will matter then. You can work whatever you want, I mean, there isn’t a lot where I come from but you can go to Uni. Your friend said something about you wanting to go, that night at the party, but you never did. You can still do it.”

“I can’t, Noel, I have a life here.”

“Have a life with me there then. It ain’t more horrible than this shithole.” Noel walked further into the small space, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “Come with me.”

“I can’t,” she said, quieter this time, more serious. The laugh that once accompanied the sentence was now gone and replaced by a sucked in upper lip. “But you can stay the night if you want.”

Waking up next to Noel was something she wished to have done before already. She should’ve stayed, she declared once she opened her eyes and saw him. She should’ve at least woken him and given him her number or address or way of contacting. She should’ve felt him this close a long time before already.

The soft feeling of his skin under her finger made the cold morning air, that was coming through the open window, feel less freezing. His body under the covers heating hers as his arm around her waist pulled her closer and his lips found their way on her forehead like they’d done this a million times before and would be doing it for evermore.

“Morning,” he said, his voice still croaked and deep from just waking.

“Morning,” she said, the smile spreading on her lips as his eyes found hers. “I thought about your preposition.”

His eyes opened more at her words, his mind awake all of a sudden. He couldn’t believe it, but it was true. While he was still sleeping she let the thought ponder in her mind. And in the end she came to the the conclusion, what could go wrong? A lot, but if she really got the place at uni, at least she had something then. Until now, she was only a small assistant at the local paper, nothing too much. Bringing coffee and all that nonsense. But she wanted to write, and nowhere unknown, she wanted to write somewhere where people would read her thoughts and opinions and where they would be taken serious.

“You have?” Noel asked, his voice hitching in the back of his throat.

“I think, if I get the place and everything works out well, nothing speaks against it.” Brushing some hair out of his face, she continued explaining her plan and thoughts. “I like you, Noel. I really do. And, as I already told you, I know that you will get further than being some lazy worker in an office. I want to be there when you do.”

Pulling her closer, he didn’t answer with anything but his lips on hers. Turning their bodies so he was hovering over her, his lips peppering kisses all over her face, travelling down her neck and chest whilst chuckles escaped her mouth from the tickling feeling of them on her bare skin.

If this was what being with Noel felt like every day, she was willing to let everything else go for it.

[chainoftalent]

Tbh Ive been rereading all your posts and I’ve just been seeing how much your writing style has improved over the last year. I especially love your version of pre-game shuichi and how well characterized he is. However if I had to say one thing that’s been scratching my mind has been how Kokichi views his beloveds. Specifically I’m referring to how it seems he cares equally for each member but then sometimes the specific darling (the reader I think) is referred to as his “partner in crime”. Now I know this goes against kind of his whole leader gimmick, but I’m wondering if there ever is a reality where one specific member is his romantically involved partner while the others are platonic. Like he still loves them don’t get me wrong but also part of me would like to know what a Kokichi experiencing romantic interest/infatuation for the first time would be like. How would he balance it out with being a leader and process how different his feeling are from his other family members, how would he show he likes them? There’s so much potential to me Idk just a thought but I’d like to hear your thoughts.

love ur work<3

Very good question, the short answer is that the idea of a monogamous or romantically inclined kokichi is just unfathomable to me /j

More Romantic Orientated Yan Kokichi

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The long answer is it's definitely possible, I personally see Kokichi as very aro/ace and that tends to color things but the aro is definitely more of my own stuff going on. I think he would straight up not recognize it's romantic, he sees them, his heart pounds, his hands get a bit sweaty and he's just like "hm, i seem to be poisoned"

He's going to rant about how weird his new future DICE member is to dice though, about how they make him feel even weirder then normal and make him feel heated and he wants to touch them but like, not tackle hugging or climbing on them like a jungle gym but like, soft, so he's probably been poisoned or dying or something.

Then once the other DICE members have proceeded to immediately launch into mocking Kokichi about his cruuuuush does he realize ah, this is that romance thingie people keep talking about... he hates it.

Honestly might be more avoidant of them then usual, this is new, and not a fun new, it's throwing things off and making it harder to plan and he doesn't like it. He spends more time observing at first then normal, maybe even tries to spend extra time away to try and ditch the crush part and go back to more familiar territory, plus what if it only lasts as long as the crush lasts??? Then what??? He needs more data.

I do think he would keep the obsession even if the crush faded though they'd probably bump down a few spots in the dice subconscious tier list of obsession for the record. Going from like, a full ten of his obsession down to like, a seven.

Once Kokichi has come to terms that he is in fact, having a crush, the obsession is only getting stronger, and that this might actually be something okay and useful. He's all in on recruitment, but he's trying to frame himself more as a knight in shining armor kind of thing, but like, ironically. He will push a pie in their face and laugh one moment and then the next moment dramatically save them from being bumped by some kids balloon, complete with fake dying and how worthy it is to martyr for the cause bleeeeh.

He's not actually trying to actually be a knight in shining armor, he's making a gag about the whole concept while still trying to link the two in his love interests mind. He's not your Lancelot, he's your Don Quixote, he WILL duel a windmill for your honor. He's trying to play into romantic archetypes like that but twisting them around into something original and humorous. His own spin on things while he tries and finds out his own niche and philosophy. Gives a lot more gifts and tries to show off more a someone who can be a provider, acting extra sweet in front of others, though a majority are also just pranks.

Do not trust any chocolates he gives you, they probably have something weird in them. He gives a candy apple and then it's secretly an onion not an apple, gremlin. He is finding out what accent they think is sexy, learning to mimic it, and then using it whisper "hey little mama let me whisper in your ear" and then stick his tongue in their ear. GREMLIN.

If they aren't the type to naturally give Kokichi the attention and reactions he desires, he's definitely shifting into tugging pigtails mode. His bullying gets louder and more physical, basically forcing them to shut him up, or fight back. Any time he can get them to basically push him away, or talk to him he's on cloud nine. He probably also flirts a lot more brazenly and less jokingly, he is standing on a table as he bickers just so he can be at head height so when they lean in to argue more with him he can be like "mmm you know you've got a pretty way to shut me up right now if you wanted~"

To him if he's tugging pigtails it's very much a game of trying to fluster and react, wanting to pull you into his whirlwind through your emotions, he'll never make the first move and kiss because that's boring. He'll flirt and tease and offer, but he wants them to make the first move, to give into their emotions and just be unable to hold back kissing him.

Either way I think he'd also just be a bit quieter? Like with other's he's nonstop but he pauses with a love interest to just kinda, take a moment to mentally snapshot their smile, the way their jaw clenches, just, taking it in quietly so he doesn't lose it too soon, though it always wears off quickly.

I also feel like if he wanted to be romantically involved with someone he wouldn't relax any on like the manipulating and isolating them to ensure they turn to him for help with anything. Especially if they already have partners, if they have partners he's latching onto them harder then they latch onto their interest lmao so they can keep an eye on things and find an excuse for why he should break them up for their own good.

Like if it was platonic he'd do background checks, break into the partners phone, somewhat more normal controlling stuff, but if he's romantically interested he WILL stalk them in all reaches of life to a point he might know more about them then his ACTUAL crush and if he can't find any dirt he will actively try and make dirt by trying to get someone to seduce them and then take blackmail pictures. He will Reynolds Pamphlet their asses.

However, some miracle he's juuuust sane enough to pull back on like, a potential kidnapping. He knows logically how damaging that could be and could result in a lot of uncomfy feelings of not knowing if they actually like him, or are trying to appease him which he doesn't want for them. If he wants to date he wants to know it was at least mostly your own will or else he feels skeevy.

The idea of someone he's trying to gently break down and build back up kissing him in a desperate attempt to win favor? Gross as hell, skeeves him out. He cares too deeply for his obsessions and them being comfortable and happy for that to fly. So if he's from the start romantically interested himself? He's doing everything to avoid that kind of dynamic and situation. If he grabbed someone platonic and now they get along great and it's been three years and they confess then he'd consider it, but he needs them to want him or else he just feels like he's taking advantage of something he can't take back.

So the odds get a lot lower, trying to focus more on wooing and luring them to come willingly and then locking the doors behind them then just stuffing them into the trunk of the clown car. He'll still do it if he feels it's for their safety or he's really getting tired of getting nowhere, it's just a lot longer until it reaches that point, plus he isn't getting bored of the game easily because its NEW, he just unlocked a bonus mode! a secret level! he can't rage quit so soon! Though in say, a killing game kind of situation, they would be nabbed near immediately.

Once they're actually dating he's actually a rather loving partner, in his own way. He does a lot of casual gestures, and only half of them are pranks in disguises! Lots of nicknames, and teasing all "you liiiike me thats so embarassiiing for you." Very clingy, he is hanging off their arm talking about how he's their eye candy. He's also physical in a bit of a different way, his touch is more slow, more soft, more like he's thinking or pondering about how soft the skin is, or wanting to just, slow down a bit for a moment, he will gently trace their arm, marveling on the little details, wanting to just, breathe and learn all about it, then a few minutes later he bites because he needed everyone to know it was his and he had a case of cuteness aggression. Balance in all things.

It's weird to say he slows down but I think he kinda does, he wants to savor it, not eat it as fast possible. He's still rushing around and pulling them into wild escapades and pushing their comfort zones, but he's also very much down for just, sitting with them. He never thought he could like a quiet moment so much until he's sitting there reading quietly with them asleep against his shoulder.

He feels a contentment that's rare for him, as while he adores all the other members they also wind up his energy pretty inherently. A partner winds it down though, makes him want to stay in one place, and he marvels at that. Taking lots of naps with them or just laying on their lap getting his head pet. It's cute.

He's very protective of them but also wanting to push them further and more, which can lead to his behavior shifting between overprotective to maybe should be a little more protective, his sense of scale for danger is weird and it makes him coddle his partner in ways that seem completely incompatible with the way he just lets them faceplant.

As for balancing DICE and his partner, I think after a few weeks of just pining he adapts pretty quickly, it's just obsession Plus after all. No reason to reinvent the wheel. They might get some special privilege like first pick of snack because of dating rights, but they do also have to do chores as well and they couldn't get away with being mean to the other members outside of the usual banter of DICE.

He's also not shy about his partner to DICE, while it's HIS partner they're still a member after all! So the usual lack of boundaries between members isn't super reduced, he's more then happy to cuddle his partner on the couch and then have all of dice converge for a giant cuddle pile, the ideal honestly, though he might pretend to act aghast and say they've been cheated on if they find their partner just casually chilling in a cuddle pile without him, but it's all in good humor, he's glad they're getting along!

For anything more adult, to be super brief he wouldn't engage as he is so so so ace in my eyes the idea wouldn't even cross his mind, but he would be willing to help them out if asked.

So in the end Kokichi does act differently, but it's more in his methods then in his results, and while they would be on some level his favorite DICE member, that doesn't actually impact the other DICE members beyond him maybe giving his partner the more fun chores and extra candy. It's like being beaten out by a 3% affection difference, basically unnoticeable unless you're paying extra attention.

[schizopositivity]

Hello! I just had a quick scroll through your blog and it helped me to understand a bit more! I was wondering if you could answer a question of mine? I have a friend with Schizophrenia and just in you personal experience, does confirming things that are real bad? Like if they think they hear dogs barking and aren't sure if it is real or not it's good to confirm something like that right?

Well I can't speak for everyone with schizophrenia. We are all different and have unique needs and preferences. I think you should ask your friend, they know themselves best.

As an example of how it could go: for me I'll ask my partner if they hear/see/smell something. And they will casually and calmly tell me yes or no. If they say no, they don't ask more questions. We both know I hallucinate and at this point in my life it's not a big deal. But I do like to check and see if it is a hallucination or not just for my own curiosity. They are the only person I feel comfortable doing this with because they know me best, and they don't treat it like a huge deal, which I appreciate.

You should also be aware of some of the reasons a schizophrenic person might not want to reality check with someone in this way. A lot of people will treat any hallucination someone they know has as a big dramatic thing that needs an immediate solution. People might react by getting really concerned and treating their loved one completely differently for having active hallucinations. Maybe they just raise their eyebrows and keep a close eye on you. Maybe they try to see the hallucination themselves. Maybe they suddenly act like the hallucinating person is in danger. They might even rush into trying to get the person into a hospital. The hallucinating person also may simply be embarrassed to tell people. And while all of this can come from a genuine place of concern, it can be really upsetting for the hallucinating person. It might just be their everyday symptoms, and someone being very dramatic about it makes them feel like they aren't seen as autonomous and conscious of themselves, or as someone that can't simply exist as themselves.

These are things you should say to a schizophrenic person while they are not hallucinating: if you want you can check with me and ask me if things are real. Would you like me to verify if things are real or not? If you are hallucinating while we are together, what would you like me to do? How can I tell when you need immediate help? And also just assure them that you won't judge them for hallucinating, you won't treat them differently, and you won't turn it into a big deal if it's not.

And if you ask them and they respond with "no I don't want to reality check with you, I don't want to tell you when I'm hallucinating" then that's their answer and you shouldn't try to push them into wanting anything else. It's not about you not being a good enough friend, it is just their personal boundaries. And if they respond with "yeah you can reality check with me, but only when I specifically ask for it" then you should accept that answer too. It takes an incredible amount of trust to reality check with someone, and that trust shouldn't be broken.

Once again, every schizophrenic person is different. I can't know what your friend would want, so please reach out to them directly about this. And if you can't openly have these types of conversations then you probably shouldn't be the one to reality check.

[bestworstcase]

Hi again. I've continued to read through... well, whatever the almighty algorithim feels like suggesting (searching here is hard even when you have an idea where to start, which I don't), and my mental state can be best represented by this little gem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZWK5IBuVMM&t=298s (Is this necessary? No. Do I think it's funny and worth sharing? Yes, and to an extent that's kinda what this site is all about)

Anyway, a pretty common thread I've noticed in your theories is "Summer is an up-to-now-offscreen agent of Salem by choice." While you definitely make a good case even from the limited amount I've seen, I have to ask: when and where did these thoughts originate from in the first place? I mean, I can *kinda* see where you connected some of the dots, but it's still a huge leap compared to the initially perfectly sensible conclusion of her being dead or otherwise incapacitated.

(Oh, and if this could be answered similarly to my last question, then I can at least say that I have loose plans for a thorough notepad-and-magnifying-glass rewatch of the whole series over the imminent summer after a warmup with Spirited Away, so we'll see how that goes. Maybe I'll look back at myself a few months from now and laugh at my relatively foolish ways; wouldn't be the first time, anyway)

i’d joke that it’s about the Vibes TM but what it comes down to really is the way rwby handles foreshadowing. as for the "when and where" part i couldn’t remember so i went looking.

let me take you on a little journey

these messages on 7/27 are my first direct reference to the idea of summer joining salem but i think (based on my phrasing) that i must have had it in mind for a while prior, which given that this was eight whole days after i’d finished watching the show at all. well. if i had to guess i’d say i probably went "okay so yes but also no" after ruby went "that’s what happened to mom" in 8.11

and the reason for that is pretty simple:

there is a lot of build up in v1-8 to summer’s fate being a Big Fucking Deal; this, in combination with the careful phrasing the narrative always uses regarding her disappearance—she "never came back” or she was "taken," it’s never said that she died—means she’s still alive.

salem met summer rose 12-14 years ago. the hound is a novelty to everyone, including salem’s own inner circle, and salem herself describes him as an "experiment." ruby jumps to a conclusion that doesn’t add up with information the audience knows that she doesn’t.

but, it’s unlikely that ruby is entirely wrong: think about tyrian waxing poetic about his "goddess" and ruby with no hesitation saying "cinder." she was both incorrect (his "goddess" is salem) but partially right (cinder is salem’s protégée and tyrian is here at all because cinder asked salem to deal with ruby).

in v4 we get a look at salem’s evil boardroom (there are two seats conspicuously left empty) and then see salem receiving a seer call from someone stationed at beacon, after it’s been firmly established that none of the agents we know about is there. we don’t see who is on the other end of this call, and we only hear salem’s side (note the incongruity with how seer calls are depicted in every other case; the identity of the beacon agent is withheld from the audience deliberately).

in v5 raven is so scornful of summer rose that she decides "you sound just like your mother" deserves an immediate fireball from cinder fall to the face. in v9 she was big goofy grins at summer. SOMETHING REALLY BAD HAPPENED. and i don’t think this dramatic change is explicable by raven simply watching summer fail and die or be captured; else she’d just be calling summer a fool the same way she does qrow and tai. that says betrayal.

so we know that summer met salem. we know that she did not die and cannot have been made into a hound-like creature (because he’s a new experiment). summer being alive probably rules out her being a ‘failed’ experiment, since that would undoubtedly have been fatal. ruby’s assumption that summer was twisted into a grimm-thrall by salem is incorrect but likely not too far off from the truth, and we know SOMETHING happened during that last mission that shattered raven’s trust in summer, and the simplest answer there is that summer is with salem but willingly.

and salem has a Mystery Lieutenant who’s been stationed at beacon since it fell. math! to my mind the only real questions are why and if summer might have been partially grimmed a la cinder, because in v8 the narrative starts telegraphing "summer is with salem in some not-enslaved-or-imprisoned capacity" without any subtlety at all.

now if we add in to the mix certain things v9 did ("an invincible monster who took your mother!" OH BOY) ("she lied, she left with raven! why would she–?" OH BOY!!!), there’s a clear narrative trajectory developing in the direction of summer rose not having been the Perfect Martyred Fairytale Paragon that everyone has put on a pedestal for the last 12-14 years; like anyone else she was a real person with flaws, and narratively the strongest way to drive that point home is to present to us (and to the characters who’ve been mythologizing summer as a flawless hero for more than a decade) a summer rose who decided that siding with salem was the right thing to do and then exploring why she did it.

summer being with salem of her own volition also makes it a lot easier to get to the narrative turning point of negotiating with salem; summer is the bridge, someone who has people she cares about on both sides. it is much harder to form a truce with salem if she tortured two of the main characters’ mother to death and/or enslaved and/or imprisoned her (because then you need to have an arc about saving the mother and that pushes further down the dead-end road of trying to defeat salem, who can’t be meaningfully defeated). but if summer chose to side with salem she can open that door to "maybe we can reason with salem."

so thinking about it just from a writer perspective… if i were the one writing this story and making these creative decisions with regard to the summer rose mystery, the reason i would set things up in this specific way is to develop toward a twist that summer freely chose to join salem with the intention that this precipitates the negotiation. that was true in v1-8 and then v9 ticked off literally every box on my mental checklist of things i would expect v9 to do if this was the direction they were headed—another hint about salem "taking" summer in conjunction with a reminder that salem is "invincible," surfacing ruby’s self-identification with The Idea of summer rose and how very harmful this is, a peek through the looking glass at The Person summer rose who is flawed in ways that shock and distress ruby, and an explicitly-stated "who knows why?" in reference to summer’s flaws and her final mission.

shrug. it’s just the explanation that makes the most sense taking into account all the clues that we have.

as a further point of interest, neither summer nor tai have an obvious ozian allusion (in contrast to qrow and raven who are the scareqrow and the woggle bug respectively)… which by process of elimination with the cast of marvelous land of oz, probably makes them general jinjur and jellia jamb. jinjur conquers the emerald city and occupies it for most of the story; jellia is a serving girl in the emerald city’s palace who remains with jinjur until very near the end when she gets roped into mombi’s schemes. which tracks with the idea that summer is holding beacon on salem’s behalf and tai is…there.

and i am kicking myself for not clocking tai-as-jellia until B4 dropped because it’s so. obvious. in hindsight. lol

(bonus first time reaction to 7.2

because it made me snort)