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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 2 years ago

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Fanfic - Marks Upon the World

Marks Upon the World (Ao3)

When Danny, Tucker, and Sam decided to make a stupid meme song, the last thing they expected to do was to get popular.

They were fully aware it might lead to a ghost attack, but that's just the norm.

That wasn't what they got though.

"So, what are you all planning on doing with all the money?" Tucker asked over the comms. His voice was staticky due to all the interference in the Ghost Zone. The giant rocks of ectoplasm making an asteroid field they were in wasn’t helping things, either. It took Danny a moment for him to parse the question and before he could ask what money, Tucker had continued, "I'm thinking personal VR arcade. Right in my basement."

"Tucker," Sam interrupted, "you don't have a basement." As if that were the problem with his idea, not the money.

"I'm going to add one." Tucker chuckled.

"One, do you have any idea how expensive that is?" Sam responded. "Two, I don't think your parents are gonna let you do that."

"It'll be fine," Tucker dismissed. "My parents were planning on selling the house after high school anyways. They wanted to move somewhere warmer and retire now that I'm almost done with high school. I'll buy the house, bum off your couch for a few months while we rebuild it, and then bam," his point was punctuated by him hitting something, probably the dash of the Specter Speeder, "personal VR arcade."

Danny scoffed into the silence that followed. "Dude, I can't imagine we're making that much money off one meme song."

There was a pause on the other end of the comms, which Danny took as a sign that Tucker had come down to Earth, but then Sam shouted, "Oh my God! That can't be right!"

"Nope, completely. And this is in four weeks! It's been gaining speed! Not only that, but I took a bit of a gamble and started selling merch. The Danny plushies have been selling like hotcakes!"

Danny paused in his flight and looked back across the Ghost Zone at the Specter Speeder, "The Danny what?"

"Danny plushies! They're like your ghost form but tiny. There are a couple of variations, but they all have big eyes and posable arms. And! We have a back order of them. Our supplier is currently trying to find another company to subcontract to, but the stipulations on the contract are slowing that down."

That was not the answer Danny wanted to hear.

"Tucker…" Sam began, "how long have you been selling these? Cause now I remember a few of the comments being something like, 'I can't believe someone made a song for those dolls'..."

Danny took a deep (though as a ghost, it wasn't real) breath and pinched his nose. That was also something he didn't want to hear.

"A while… like, a year? But yeah, people love 'em," Tucker continued. Danny was pretty sure he was taking psychic damage from this conversation. "So yeah, the video has made us about 400k each, and the merch sales is close to a 25k split each." There was a pause, and Danny assumed it was because Tucker was shrugging. "Should be enough for the down payment at minimum, and with you two helping footing the mortgage, we should be able to make the changes we want when you two move in."

"Excuse me?" Sam sneered. "Why would I move in with you?"

"Because Danny is going to, and the second you no longer have to live in your parents’ house, you're going to dip. And with the three of us living together, you and I can pay for Danny, and we can pretend Danny is making money off his parents' inventions. Easy excuse as to why Danny won't have a job."

Danny took that moment to chime back into the conversation. "Why wouldn't I have a job?"

"Because you're a superhero? Dude, it's already a problem at school, but you think even the Nasty Burger is gonna let you get away when you dip ‘cause a ghost showed up?"

Danny paused and thought about it. "Oh…" That was going to kill a lot of his job prospects.

Sam sighed. "For the record, I'm only mad 'cause you were assuming I was going to move in with you." She sighed again. "But… you're absolutely right. When you put it like that, it's absolutely what we're gonna do."

"Alright, well with that out of the way, what are you guys gonna spend the money on?"

Danny opened his mouth to make a quip about lawyers and trademarking his likeness, but before he could, he felt his breath get forced out of his body. The icy cold wisp that came out of his lungs and throat fogged the air in front of him, and he sighed. "Probably more weapons… I got incoming."

Sam or Tucker started responding, but he couldn't hear them over the scream of "Phantom!"

Danny looked up just in time to see Ember flying at him at full speed. By the time he had processed that ‘no, of course she’s not friendly’, it was too late to react. Ember collided with him in a full-body tackle that if he were human probably would have bisected him completely.

"I hate you!" she screamed right into his ear as she took the two of them flying across the zone. The crackle of her flaming hair drowned out anything else. The impact of stone only served to knock what little breath he thought he should have out of his lungs as Ember continued to drag him through several floating rocks. One, a second, and then a third, then she finally let go. Leaving him flying before he crashed into a fourth.

Danny blinked as he regained his bearings, half-buried in the ectoplasmic rock. He wasn't a stranger to people screaming about how they hated him — though that was usually reserved by his parents — but he wasn't normally accustomed to them crying while doing so.

With a heave, he pulled himself out of the asteroid. Ember wiped her tears and started growling as her hair flared up. There was a moment of stillness as he took in her appearance; she lacked a lot of the haughtiness that she usually carried, tall and proud of who she was. That wasn’t her right now; she was hunched over, angry and sad…. Mostly angry.

Danny wasn’t sure what was going on, but his gut (which he had learned to trust over years of heroing) told him it wasn’t a good idea to get the calvary to come charging in yet. Danny quickly reached up and activated the com link. "Guys, hang back-"

He didn't get a chance to explain himself as Ember charged him again. Without the advantage of flying at him at somewhere around 115 mph at his unsuspecting back, he was able to defend himself much better.

Much better than he really should have…

She wasn't throwing ectoblasts or using her guitar to fire off shockwaves. Instead, she was throwing punches and kicks. Ember was not a physical combatant, compared to Danny, who had to be one (with Skulker swinging that giant skinning knife around).

Compared to that, this was easy.

Though not easy enough to be distracted, he thought as she reached up and tried to claw at him. He continued to dodge wild grasping swings and saw Sam and Tucker flying up to the two of them. He looked Ember in the eyes, still filled with tears, and bit his lip. This is either gonna make her kill me harder, or it's gonna stop the fight…

The next time one of her telegraphed punches came flying, he ducked under her arm and got behind her. "What the!" gasped out of her mouth before he wrapped her in a hug. "What the- what the hell are you doing, dipstick!"

Ember continued to whirl around and try to hit Danny, but he kept himself pinned to her back. As a ghost, she probably could have contorted her body in some ungodly way, but like most ghosts, they avoided doing that.

“Let go of me!” Ember screamed. “Or I’m gonna kill you deader!”

“On account of you trying to rip my head off, I’m going to say no.”

Which of course served to just piss her off more. She continued to swing the two of them around, desperate to try and get out of his grip. It took an entire minute before Ember finally calmed down and stopped trying to hit Danny, but he still refused to let go. Especially when the fight left Ember and she started sobbing.

Having heard the fighting stop, Sam and Tucker pulled the Specter Speeder up next to the two of them. Their weapons were primed to save Danny if the fight had gone south, but seeing Danny holding Ember in his arms as she sobbed made them put them away.

Danny understood Tucker priming the weapons of the Specter Speeder, but seeing Sam putting her pistol away made him wonder if she was gonna hang out the door and shoot as Tucker flew by.

Sam made her way to the door of the Specter Speeder and opened it. “What’s going on?” she asked tentatively and thankfully clearly (they really needed to update the Fenton Phones to work better this deep in the zone).

Ember sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “Your stupid theme song...”

“My… what?” Of all the things for Ember to declare her hatred of him for, that hadn’t been it.

“You know… that stupid song you guys put out?” Ember growled. “It’s… it’s popular!”

Danny let go of Ember (probably stupidly) and floated a few feet away from her. “Why does that matter?”

“Why does it matter?” Ember screeched. She whirled on Danny, and he saw Sam reach for her gun, but then Ember calmed down. She paused and looked up for a while, unnaturally still, before she sighed. “I don’t want to explain this. It’ll be easier to show you. Come on.” With that, she started flying off into the ether of the Ghost Zone.

Danny blinked and looked at Sam. The two of them shrugged, and Danny flew after Ember as Sam closed the door to the Specter Speeder.

Ember flew through the Ghost Zone at full speed. Danny was barely gaining on her, and the Specter Speeder was slowly losing ground. They blazed through the Ghost Zone, flying through uncharted (to him at least) space. The further they flew, the more nervous Danny should have gotten.

Should have.

Instead of the fear and excitement they usually got when going through unexplored territory, Danny felt something else. It felt like when you were getting ready for bed after a long productive day, but you knew you had more to do tomorrow. Restful and content, yet stressed.

Danny was in the middle of trying to process that when he noticed that Ember had stopped, apparently reaching their destination.

When Danny got close, he stopped immediately. “Ember…” his voice came out as a whisper, “What the fuck is that?”

Ember tilted her head and looked at him, a sad smile on her face. “I think you know… don’t you?” She turned back and ran her hand over the metal of what was in front of them.

It was a metal hexagon. From inside edge to inside edge, it was about 15 feet across, which would be plenty of room for the Specter Speeder to fly through. The metal edges were about 4 feet wide, and though the inside of the circle was pitch black, Danny was sure that if he could see what was inside it, there would be a slowly closing corridor about 12 feet deep.

He died in it, after all. You didn’t just forget what that looked like.

Ember took his silence to be confirmation. “It’s your lair Baby-Pop…” she said, running her hands along the metal. “We’re lucky. Most ghosts… never find their lairs, or if they do, it’s long after they’ve forgotten anything about themselves. These are called the infinite realms, after all.”

Ember walked across thin air to stand in front of the portal. The pure inky blackness made her stand out as she folded her arms. “There’s nothing saying we don’t wake up near our lairs.”

Danny swallowed. That nervousness he felt approaching only grew stronger this close to his lair. “You mean… ghosts don’t wake up in their lair?”

“No…” Ember said, a melancholy tainting her voice. “We don’t.” She looked up as Sam and Tucker approached in the speeder. She sighed and turned. “Come on…” She glanced at Danny once before stepping into the black.

As she passed through, the edges of the black void in the center of this fake portal lit up, giving off a corona of fire and light for the brief second she passed through. Danny reached up and stuck his hand in, feeling no resistance as his hand pierced the veil. The moment his hand passed through, the edges lit up again, staying alight as he kept his arm in.

He took a deep breath and pushed through.

And immediately, his breath was stolen from him as the pure blackness gave way to a star-studded sky. Not just that, but what was quite clearly the International Space Station sat in front of him, where Ember sat on one of its solar arrays. Danny flew over to her. “Okay, this is officially one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, but why are we here?”

Ember stood up. “Almost there, just follow me,” she said. “Tell your friends to stay put when they enter. They’d probably be fine, but Imma go ahead and guess you don’t want them crashing and breaking your ship.”

And with that cryptic statement, Ember started flying off again. Danny scrambled to repeat what Ember said to Sam and Tucker as the Specter Speeder made its way into his lair.

He’d deal with the fact that he was dead enough to have a lair later.

He and Ember flew through the night sky of his lair, but this time it was a much shorter trip. Only fifteen seconds or so at their top speeds. When Ember stopped, Danny slowed till he was next to her, and he realized something.

The stars in his night sky weren’t stars. They were names.

The names were inscribed on a solid black wall, and when he touched it, he could feel the curve of the wall, giving him the idea that his lair wasn’t an endless void but actually a sphere with the ISS in the center of it.

“This is what every artist wants, Phantom,” Ember whispered, running her finger along one of the names. Danny didn’t recognize the name at all; it was no one he knew. He quickly activated the comlink in his ear and switched the input to local mode, letting Sam and Tucker listen in as well. “When we create, the thing we create connects us, across time, across space, across lives…”

Ember’s hand dropped to her side. “When people sing our songs or tribute our work… when we touch them with our arts… their name gets inscribed into our lairs. A reminder that we are still affecting the world, that we had lived.” Her voice dropped. “It can’t just be a passing thing, something that you really connect with.”

Danny looked at each of the names inscribed in his lair, thousands, maybe even millions, of all various hues and brightnesses, and uttered in awe, “This many people cared about my stupid song?”

“Yes!” Ember hissed, and Danny jumped to move away from her, though she didn’t attack. “Your stupid song that you don’t even care about is something so many people love! I hate you so much right now!”

Danny frowned and folded his arms. “Why do you care so much? You’ve got to have like… billions of names in your lair, right?”

“How many fucking people remembered I even had a goddamn concert after your friend ruined it? Have you seen anyone with my merch afterward?” Danny blinked. Thinking about it, he couldn’t remember anyone walking around with Ember merch after the concert. At the time, he chalked that up to people losing interest after Tucker ruined her concert. But… no one mentioned Ember again, even though logically, there should have been something, even if it had been something like, ‘Did you see what happened during the concert?’

It was like they had completely forgotten she existed.

Ember pounded her fist against the wall, though it made barely any noise, sounding more like someone smacking a cornstarch and water mixture than a solid wall. “The only goddamn name I have in my lair is Tucker Foley, and it’s carved into the goddamn toilet!”

The bark of laughter from Sam came through before it was quickly cut off, and Danny was reminded that the default setting for “local” mode meant the output was also broadcast to the nearby area. Ember snapped her head toward the Specter Speeder and snarled.

Sam had the right idea and didn’t antagonize the ghost that had almost conquered the world at one point, she stopped laughing and got quiet. Tucker on the other hand…

“So, wait, I’m the only one who’s name is in your lair? Does that make us like, ghostly soulmates?”

"Not on your fucking afterlife!" Ember screeched, drawing more power than Danny had ever seen from her without her guitar. Her hand lit up with ectoplasm, outshining all the nearby stars.

Danny knew the look in Ember’s eyes. “Please don’t…” he begged, knowing that it would literally do nothing.

Ember responded by throwing an ectoblast at the Specter Speeder. Tucker let out a rather inglorious scream as the beam flew past Danny right at the vehicle. Danny turned, ready to do something when the beam destroyed their transport.

But he didn’t need to.

The beam curved at the last second, bending out of its path like it was circling a black hole. Danny’s brow furrowed as he wondered why Ember had pulled back, but she clicked her teeth. “Figures, you’re such a goody two shoes…”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked despite himself.

Ember huffed and waved her arms about. “There’s a reason why every ghost in Amity Park knows where your lair is, your lair prevents anyone from being harmed in it. It’s the perfect neutral ground.” She hummed and gave Danny an appraising look. “Your lair fufills your need to keep people safe… but there’s no one in it for you to keep safe.”

A chill ran down Danny’s spine. The way Ember phrased that… did he have an obsession? One that was driving him to protect people? On the surface, that sounded like a good thing… If Sam and Tucker were in danger and in the area, they could make their way to the safety of his lair.

But what if they got there, and his lair didn’t think it was safe for them to go out?

Would it trap them here?

Ember shifted, snapping Danny out of his thoughts. He watched her reach up and gently stroke the names along the wall of his lair. The motion was so soft and gentle that for a moment, Danny forgot that it was one of his enemies here.

It seemed she forgot that he was there too, because she turned and when their eyes met, she jumped. The look on her face made Danny’s breathing hitch. Her face had been filled with so much longing before it was replaced with a sneer. She scoffed and brushed her hair away from her face. “Whatever,” she snapped, “enjoy your fucking fame.”

Danny felt power rise in Ember, and he only had a second to react when he realized what she was doing. “Hey, wait!” he shouted, only to get pushed back as fire sprouted around Ember and burned away immediately, taking her with it as she teleported.

And for a few heartbeats, all Danny could do was sit there and stare at the names written in his lair.

The moment was broken by an alarm going off. “Ah, jeez!” Tucker shouted. “Danny! We got to book it! Your parents are gonna be home in thirty minutes, and we’re WAY farther from the portal than we’ve ever been!”

Danny gasped as Tucker turned the Specter Speeder around, dove inside the vehicle, and hoped the auto-mapping software in there could plot a way back home without going through any asteroid fields this time.

***

After a very tense 3 minutes of scrambling to get the ghost-hunting gear back into place, Danny had completely forgotten about what had happened with Ember. It was hard to worry about what had happened when he was worrying about what he was going to be doing the next minute.

But at 12:01 at night, Danny sat on his bed, finally able to actually decompress and think about what had happened.

He knew ghosts got a lair in the Ghost Zone when they died – he had read enough of his parents’ papers on the subject to know that much at least. He also knew that they were supposed to help a ghost sustain their obsession.

And he was dead enough to get a lair himself, and it actively protected people in it.

He had worried for a long time if he had an obsession. If he was only alive because some drive to do something was sustaining him.

Danny took a deep breath and put his fingers on the pulse point of his neck, and he counted the slow (too slow) beats and tried to think of better thoughts.

It wasn’t long until the image of his lair flooded his brain again, filled with a million stars.

Stars that Ember wanted.

Slowly he sat up and made his way over to his closet. It was an absolute mess. Too many instances of throwing stuff in there when his parents got on his case about the state of his room and never took any actual care to clean it. He never really needed to. He could just reach in and rummage around with his intangibility to find what he needed.

Though he wasn’t looking for something in his closet right now.

On the other side of the wall was Jazz’s closet.

He reached through and rummaged around in her closet, trying to find something that should have been there, assuming she hadn’t remembered to throw it out.

It was still there.

Pulling his arm back, he came back holding a guitar. The body had a flame pattern on it and was colored in Ember’s colors. Danny ran his fingers along the neck and came back with a literal pile of dust on them. He shook off the dust before clumsily plucking at the strings.

He wasn’t exactly a musician, but he knew enough to tell when something was out of tune.

This guitar had been sitting there, completely forgotten, at the back of Jazz’s closet for over two years, gathering nothing but dust.

His phone buzzed, and he jumped. It buzzed a second time, and he realized it wasn’t a text but a phone call. He reached over and grabbed it. A glance at the name had him answering. “Hey, Sam,” he whispered, careful not to accidentally wake anyone.

“Hey,” she whispered back. Her hushed tones made this feel like something illicit and made his heart race. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No.” He chuckled and sat down on his bed. “I want to speak with whoever said, ‘I can sleep when I’m dead,’ 'cause they lied to me.”

Sam chuckled back at his stupid joke. “Good, I’m glad… I wanted someone to talk to.”

“And you called me at midnight?”

“Why would I call anyone else?” Sam laughed, though it quickly died. “I just… I dunno. I feel bad.”

“Ember?” Danny asked, needlessly clarifying.

“Mhmm…” Sam murmured into the phone. There was a rustle on the other side of the phone, probably her rolling over. “It’s… I’ve thought about it, you know? What kind of mark I’m gonna leave on the world.” She chuckled dryly. “It’s hard not to when we’re facing death all the time, right?”

Danny nodded instinctively. “Right,” he agreed. Though he had his own thoughts on the matter. “I personally try to avoid thinking about my mortality." He chuckled despite himself as he made his hand light up with ectoplasm. "I’ve been getting a lot of answers I don’t want lately.”

“Sorry,” Sam responded quickly. The word was terse, but her tone was somber.

“Don’t be. Not your fault.”

“It is, and you know it,” Sam responded immediately. Danny opened his mouth to disagree, but she sighed. “I don’t want to have that argument again. I…” She trailed off. “I don’t know what. I’m sitting here, feeling bad about Ember, and I don’t like sitting.

“I get that, I do…” Danny paused and looked down at his sister’s guitar. “I really do. But… what can we do?”

“Maybe…” Sam began but then trailed off. “I dunno. We could… we could do it ourselves… You know, sing Ember’s song… Remember? I think that’s what it was called. I dunno, I never got one of her CD’s.”

Danny thought for a second. “Tucker might still have it… he doesn’t like deleting anything. Gives him an excuse to buy another hard drive.”

“Think he’s up right now?”

“Nah,” Danny said, shaking his head. “He probably crashed the moment he went home.”

“Ugh, fine, we can call him tomorrow,” Sam said, actually sounding annoyed. She huffed, and there was a rustle again as she rolled around in her bed. “I guess I should let you sleep, too, huh?”

“Let’s not be too hasty.” He paused and looked down at the guitar in his lap. "Hey, Sam? Can you teach me how to play guitar?"

***

Weeks later, Ember awoke in her lair with a start. The crowds in it, that she could never find or play for, cheered wildly. Their screams shook the couch she was using as a bed.

But over all that, she could hear the sound of wood being carved.

Ember scrambled, throwing off the blanket as she snapped out of that in-between state of awareness and non-existence. Her eyes flitted across the walls, trying to find the change in her lair.

There.

Right above where she laid her head, in bright gold lettering.

Danny "Phantom" Fenton.

Samantha "Sam" Manson.

She ran her fingers over the names, echos of the two of them singing her song. Really singing it. Putting their heart and soul into it. She closed her eyes and let the feeling take her, letting her see when and where this was sung.

She smiled as she saw them singing and filming a music video. They used Phantom's lair as the backdrop.

Tucker had been there too, filming them and helping edit the video before posting it.

Where others would hear her song too.

Maybe it'd touch them too.

Ember took a step back and looked over the writing another time, and smiled.

She'd have to do something nice for them sometime soon.

#phic phight 2023 #fanfic #san manson #tucker foley #ember mclain #danny fenton

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lazyscience · 2 years ago

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So many of you may have heard the Andrew Tate lung cancer rumor?

The lung cancer appears to be fake. (while I don’t speak Romanian I have read a metric fucking shitton of pathology reports, and this looks like the real deal - if anybody out there does speak Romanian and knows different about the report or the reputability news outlet, or if you have image-fu and think this is a shop job, feel free to chime in. looks like the right letterhead and facility though.)

What this report says, if accurate, is that they did a fine needle aspirate of a nodule in his lung (which would have been a clinically appropriate way to evaluate his weight loss and claims from his manager that he had a “lesion” that was being tracked by his doctor in Dubai), and what the Romanian hospital found was that while there is indeed something in his lung, it is due to a “reactive process” and is benign. This is a very well known phenomenon in smokers of all kind (tobacco is super full of irritants, but marijuana can also have contaminants or mold/fungal spores that can piss off lung tissue).

Something else interesting - anabolic steroids and supplemental testosterone have a possible link to pulmonary eosinophilia, which does what? can ALSO make your lungs unhappy.

Anyway, Andrew Tate’s manager undoubtedly knew about the nodules that they were probably treating with “watch, wait and fuck’s sake stop smoking” prior to his arrest, and just trying to get his guy back to Dubai where he can then run away. And if Romania didn’t have a healthcare system, it might have worked!

Fear not, the continuing Fuck Around and Find Out energy for this guy remains epic.

We’ll just ignore for the moment the part where Mr. Pickup Shartist appears to believe he has to explain that being in jail is in fact like being confined in a small space one cannot leave at any time to his followers. The line about the ghost, that’s him trying to look profound and poetic or some shit, right?

Or...maybe not.

Is it option B, steroid withdrawal? Would also explain his alleged 10 kg weight loss (muscle mass loss and also anorexia), hair loss, insomnia, low mood and occasionally, psychotic symptoms!

Or option C, he’s realized that cancer is an objectively provable claim, while mental illness is a lot harder to prove someone is faking rather than actually delusional, and has decided to go that route to try and get out via fraudulent medical care.

However, if the Romanian prison system isn’t a lot more sympathetic than say, the US prison system, he could be waiting a LONG fucking time for someone to care about his mental health in there. A very, very long fucking time.

If I was a better person I would probably not be entertained by this. but it’s honestly so rare to see an even D-list “celebrity” white dude actually experience consequences, I just can’t help myself.

#faafo #the ongoing tate saga #schadenfreude #it's like a cautionary tale in real life

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princess-dirt · 1 month ago

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My hot take for the Queer community is that sleeping with conservatives is gross and hurts everyone. More specifically, trans women sleeping with chasers, twinks or femboys hooking up with older guys on the down low. A d similar things are just lame.

I understand my own bias as someone who finds older men generally repulsive, but I'm not judging preferences here. Adult queers in their 20s hooking up and dating people in their 40s of 50s is fine. And men lying about themselves and their beliefs to get someone to be more willing to sleep with them is infinitely worse than what I'm going on about.

This post isn't meant to slut shame nor is it to victim blame. It just hurts to see such a lack of basic self-respect from people like me. Like I get it, sex is just sex at the end of the day. But the thought of any queer person being used to pleasure the exact type of person who despises them is just a gross thought.

I know what I'm talking about isn't some common thing. I know a lot of these people sleeping with these older guys and conservatives aren't the norm. I also know that this distaste and anger should be directed towards the conservatives and bigots themselves. But I can rage against conservatives and older men being creepy groomers while also sparring some energy to address the community I'm apart of.

And to this point, I'm not mad at victims of grooming for sleeping with their groomer. It's fucking disgusting and partly why I feel the way I do, but it's also why I can't personally understand why someone would sleep with the exact type of guy who would groom someone.

Idk, I see like 40% of the US becoming fascists and openly disliking queer people and minorities, then I see the 100s of anti trans laws and the waves of book bannings, then I see Dems not pushing back on anti trans rhetoric while older conservative men fetishize and groom queer people. Only for those older freaks to get exactly what they want, sex with someone they go onto say they want dead.

Maybe it's because of my lack of experience, but I could never imagine compromising my basic morals for meaningless sex or some facade of companionship. I get if, like I previously mentioned, the man had lied, and you were essentially tricked into the situation. In that situation, the dude is fucking disgusting and nothing else. Before any TERFs enter this convo, fuck off. Trans people not revealing their identity immediately isn't the same. It's to protect themselves in case said man I have been mentioning is there.

I don't make this post out of malice for any queer person who has slept with conservatives, I only feel pity for that tbh, but instead as a way to work out my own thoughts on this. I openly invite people to try to help me empathize or something. This post is a bit spontaneous, but it's a thought I've had for a while. I got inspired to post it seeing a straight person on tik tok saying they introduced a kkk member to grindr and how the old man found femboys hot.

This is in the context of the creator trying to rehabilitate them, and tbh i don't even believe 90% of what the dude on tik tok said. But a part of what he said sparked this feeling I've had. I'll probably edit or add to this post at some point, but again, I invite others to chime in to this.

#queer issues #querer #femboy #feminism #politics

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starsofmilos · 3 years ago

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The Detective (Adrian Chase x witch reader)

Request: okay okay but for one of your witch!reader fics, I think you should add in john constantine and zatanna in for fun. like, especially with witch!reader around. it'd be great

AHH I was excited for this! I hope this came out as good as I wanted it too. I was really nervous writing this haha. There’s another witch reader fic that I’m like really really excited to make after this, but after this one I’m gonna do another request then another witch reader one shot! I’m trying to make sure to even it out.

witch masterlist

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, jealous Adrian, violence, small amount of angst, mostly fluff, witchcraft, demons

Something was wrong.

You didn’t know what it was or who it was, but it was wrong.

Someone was coming for you and it was worrying you. You’d been spending days meditating trying to find who it was or what it was. You had kept it from Adrian not wanting to worry him.

It could be nothing.

But considering how good your intuition is you knew the likely of that was wrong. Your magic had been basically screaming at you to prepare. It had been a while since you had gotten a feeling this bad,

The last time this happened another magic user had been after you. You sighed finding nothing. If someone or something was after you, they had to be a good enough magic user that you couldn’t sense them.

You jumped hearing the door behind you close. Adrian screamed as you sent the coffee mug next to you flying towards him. It stopped before it could hit him.

“You scared me...” He grabbed the cup in the air setting it down gently.

“Sorry didn’t mean too. You okay dude? I noticed you’ve kinda been on edge lately.” You nodded reassuring Adrian.

“Yeah yeah..I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit paranoid lately.” You set yourself down standing up walking to Adrian.

He smiled pulling you into a hug. “Do you know why you’ve been paranoid?”

You could’ve told him. You probably should’ve. Adrian though had been on a good streak as of late. You both had been. You didn’t wanna kill his lucky steak by making him worried about you.

“Yeah I’m good. Oh my lunch is over! I gotta open the shop again.” You kissed his cheek walking out.

“You didn’t eat anything though?” You shrugged.

“Not too hungry if you wanna be nice, would you go get me my favorite?”

“Crab rangoons?” You nodded with a big smile.

“Alright I’m going.” Adrian kissed you before grabbing his keys.

“Oh tonight I’m gonna stay out longer. I got a lead on some people I’ve been tracking for a while.” You nodded.

“Alright be safe okay..Make sure to take your crystal in case you need me.” He nodded slapping your butt as you walked by.

You glared at him before taking off.

“Hey I’m getting you crab rangoons!” You nodded muttering under your breath at his words.

You sighed flipping your sign to open not knowing of the trouble that was about to enter your shop.

Sitting at your desk, you began stamping the new books you had gotten with your price gun not really caring when you heard the bell at the door chime.

“Hi welcome! I have a new shipment that’s not ready yet, but you’re more than welcome to look around with what I have right now on the shelves. If you’re looking for anything particular go ahead and ask.”

You sighed before stopping in your step. You couldn’t sense this persons presence. Looking up, you saw a man walking around your shelves.

Who was he? Why couldn’t you feel his presence?

Physically you could see him, but you couldn’t sense him. You probably wouldn’t have known he entered the shop had the bell not rang.

He was blonde and wore a trench coat. He hummed a small tune as he scanned through the horror section you had. You grew uneasy jumping a bit as the door chimed. Adrian walked in flashing you a smile.

“Hi my love.” He walked around the counter giving you a kiss. “Hi..” You whispered out taking the bag from him.

“There was no line so I got you the crab cream cheese rangoons and I remembered the sweet and sour sauce. I also brought you some veggie egg rolls, because you need more than rangoons in your system.”

You smiled grateful for Adrian. “Thanks Adrian..Love you.” You kissed him as he grinned widely.

“Okay I’ma get ready to head out. You gonna be okay on your own?” You nodded hugging him tightly.

Adrian grew a bad feeling in his gut. Something was telling him not to leave you, but you seemed fine. You told him to go.

“Maybe I should stay in tonight-”

“No Adrian. I’ll be okay! Get going love.” You wanted him out of the store away from the man who you could not sense.

Adrian hummed a bit still uneasy, but you kissed him reassuring him once more. He sighed reluctantly agreeing.

“Okay I love you..” Adrian grinned hearing you.

“I love you too.” He walked out glancing back at you once more. You pretended to continue stamping the books knowing he was watching.

Once he was out of view though, you put the stamp down looking for the man who had been wandering your shop.

“Lovely boyfriend.” You turned to your right seeing him holding three books. He had a British accent and was quite tall.

“Oh..thank you.” You smiled a bit as he placed the books down.

“You must be new here?” He nodded at your question.

“Yeah I’m here for work, but I heard great stuff about this little book shop and the lovely shop owner.” You flashed a fake smile.

“That’s surprising most of the town people hate me haha.” You rang him up taking his cash.

As you bagged his items, he flashed a small grin at you. “Oh I heard the rumors. I didn’t quite believe them. I haven’t ever heard of a person fusing demon blood into their bloodline by choice. Besides witches don’t exist.”

You stopped at his words, “Yeah they don’t. They’re old tales. It’s quite ridiculous how a town can hate you based on rumors..”

He nodded taking the bag from you. “Well you have a lovely shop. See you around Y/N.” Your eyes widened as he walked out.

You never gave him your name.

“Stop.” You called out to him. He turned towards you confused.

“Who are you?” You questioned him.

“Are you alright miss-”

“Cut the bullshit. I never gave you my name. Now who are you?”

“You didn’t have to give me your name. I’ve heard the rumors about the Y/N the witch who’s also a demon from the townspeople.”

You shook a bit trying to remain calm. It was hard though. This man scared you. Whoever he was, he was no amateur.

“Names John Constantine. There you feel better now that you know my name?”

He glanced around a bit shocked seeing the lights flicker.

“Ahh you’re scared. There’s no reason to be scared. If I wanted you dead I would’ve tried to kill you by now. Although from what I could see that wouldn’t be easy for me huh?”

You nodded as he smiled, “Well then..” He locked your shop door flipping the sign to close.

“Let’s chat then huh?”

Adrian sighed as he sat with the team. They were chasing this drug ring together. It was infested with butterflies.

You weren’t responding to his messages. Which was weird, you’d be in the shower and you still would go out of your way to respond to him.

“Dude you good?” He looked up hearing Leota.

“Uh yeah I’m just a little worried about Y/N. She hasn’t responded to me.”

“Well she could be busy. Didn’t she mention a new shipment today?” He nodded.

“Yeah but she always responds. Always.” He groaned a bit before shaking it off. You’d call him if you were in trouble right?

“So you’re hunting a demon?” You asked him once more trying to process everything John told you.

He nodded, “Yeah for a small second there I thought you were the demon I was hearing about but after watching you for a couple of days. You’re no threat. At least from what I’ve seen.”

You chuckled a bit, “Trust me the townspeople make me sound more bad than I actually am. My great grandmother was the real threat, but she’s long gone. I just inherited what she had.”

John nodded, “I can see that. So I’m assuming your boyfriend doesn’t know at all.”

You sighed shaking your head. Yes you were lying, but you still couldn’t trust this man.

“No he doesn’t. He knows the rumors, but as long as he’s concerned they’re not real.”

You took a sip of your tea as he stared at you. “You’re lying.”

“No I am not. I don’t want him involved with this side of me,”

Now that was true, “So I keep things like this hidden..He’s the only one in the whole town who didn’t treat me like a monster...”

John nodded, “Would you be interested in helping me?”

“What?”

“Look I’m a I guess you could say a detective for the occult. I get the job done no matter what and from I could see you and I are not so different. I could use a talented witches help in finding this particular demon.”

You hummed, “Uh I don’t know I don’t use my magic often-”

“Oh come on live a little. I might be the only person you could genuinely relate too about this kind of stuff.”

He was cocky and a bit arrogant, but you respected him in a small way. A part of you wanted to help.

“I could probably give you a small pointers as well. Come on Y/N, you won’t find anyone like me.” He winked as he lit a cigarette.

“No smoking in my shop.” You snapped your fingers putting it out.

“Buzz kill.” He muttered a bit annoyed.

“Get used to it. I don’t like cigarette smokers so no smoking since I’ll be helping you.” You stood up.

“Let me make a phone call and grab some things.”

He smirked as you walked upstairs.

Adrian couldn’t help but keep glancing at his phone while sitting in the back of the van with everyone else. He jumped once he felt it buzz.

“Hey love.” You muttered out knowing he must’ve been worried.

“Y/N are you okay!? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you-”

“I know. I know..Look I can’t talk for long, but I’m gonna be out of town for a few days-”

“What?! Fuck no! What’s going on?”

“Adrian calm down..I promise everything is okay. Please be safe where you are at. I’ll explain everything when I can. I love you..” You smiled as he took a deep breath.

“Dude you have so much explaining to do. You know I’m gonna be worrying until I hear back from you. Fuck Y/N...”

“I know.”

“I love you..call me please.”

“I will Adrian..bye.”

“Bye.”

You walked downstairs flashing Constantine a smile. “Let’s go.”

He held the door open for you as you locked up walking side by side with him. It was nice to have someone to talk to about your magic.

“That’s insane. She made an entire town get sick!” You nodded laughing a bit at John’s shock.

“Yeah they tried to kill her. I think the real crazy part is that she voluntary mixed her bloodline with demon blood. My family line is..well different than most.”

“That’s bloody insane!” He laughed a bit. “I love it!”

You chuckled at his words sighing as he pulled out a cigarette.

Clearing your throat, he groaned “Oh come on now! I’m an addict”

“Those things can kill you.”

“Death fears me. I do not fear it.” He snapped his finger making a small light.

“Just please don’t blow the smoke my way. I hate the smell of cigarettes.”

He nodded in understanding, “Why reminds you of fire?” He teased before seeing you grow silent.

“Oh..you weren’t kidding when you said the town people have tried to kill you huh?” You nodded.

“I wasn’t. My shop every once in a while gets vandalized. I’ve had people break in trying to find me. Burn the witch they say..” Constantine sighed.

“Well people fear what they don’t understand. They’re dumb so don’t get all weepy and whiny about it.” You smiled a bit at his attempt to cheer you up.

“You’re not that good with people’s emotions huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“It’s okay..you remind me of someone who also isn’t good with people’s emotions.”

“I’m assuming the boyfriend.” You nodded.

“Adrian is..Adrian is all I have.” Constantine nodded in understanding.

“It’s good to have someone I guess. I personally work better alone.” He sighed before looking behind him.

“Bollocks.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t feel that presence?” You shook your head before tensing up. “Ahh now you feel it huh?”

“What on god’s earth is that?”

“A demon. You’d feel it a lot stronger if you didn’t have the demon blood in ya.”

You shook a bit, “Relax we can take it.”

“I know we can, but I just grew a bad feeling.” He tilted his head.

“What do you mean?” You cursed seeing the van ahead.

“So to catch you up my boyfriend is a crime fighting Vigilante with his team.They take down aliens That’s they’re van. That means it’s not butterflies, the aliens they fight, that they’re going against-”

“It’s the demon.” He cut you off.

“We need to get them out of here!” John yelled out pulling over quickly.

“I can hold it back get your boyfriend and his team out of here!” You nodded.

“I’ll join you right now!” You ran inside with him seeing Emilia get sent flying. You caught her with your magic before she could hit the wall.

“Y/N?!” She called out in shock. You set her down as Constantine ran in getting the demons attention.

“What is that thing?!” She asked you once she ran to you.

“It’s a demon! I can help him get rid of it! You all need to get out of here! Where’s everyone?!”

Before she could reply, you screamed as it jumped on you. Your eyes widened as it screamed in your face. You grunted grabbing it’s face as it tried to bite at you.

“Y/N!!” You heard Emilia call out.

“I got her!” Constantine called out ripping it off of you. You used your magic sending it flying a good distance away. You stood up with the help of Chris and Emilia.

“Get out of here!” You told them both letting the black light cover your hands.

She nodded calling out for Adebayo to follow her out. You looked around for Adrian. You grunted seeing Constantine struggling to pull it off of Adrian.

You used your magic to wrap it tightly lifting it above ground. It growled snapping at you as you pulled it towards you away from Adrian. Constantine grabbed a nearby crowbar beating it as you held it up.

Adrian stood up in shock seeing you. “Y/N?!” He ran to you as you slammed the demon down.

“GET RID OF IT!” You yelled at Constantine as he began to exorcise it. You moved Adrian behind you.

“Hi my love..” You panted before screaming as it broke free running straight to you. It lifted you above ground surprise not smelling any fear on you.

Adrian tried to shoot at it but it snarled at him rendering him for a small moment. “I got you!” Constantine yelled out throwing fire at it. It dropped you harshly turning towards him.

“Man you are one ugly motherfucker!”

Constantine called out as Adrian caught you setting you down.

“Adrian get out of here!” You used your magic helping Constantine hold it down.

Adrian shook his head, “Not without you!”

You grunted as it struggled against your hold. Your eyes flashed red as you forced it down wrapping it completely with your black light.

The lights shattered across the warehouse. Constantine eyes widened, “Hey mate listen to your girl! Get out of here! She can’t concentrate if she’s worried about you!!”

You shook your head, “I need him here now!”

Constantine looked at you confused before noticing your shaking hands. “I’m struggling here! Get rid of it!”

He nodded quickly beginning to exorcise it. You jumped back falling down once it got sent away.

Panting on the floor, your hands shook as you tried to rein it in. “Hey!” John yelled out falling in front of you.

“I don’t wanna have to force you to calm down, but I will if I have too.” Adrian yanked his mask off pulling his gun out at John.

“You lay one finger on her and I will blow you to fucking bits.” You shook your head taking deep breaths trying to get the room to stop shaking.

“If she doesn’t calm down and loses control she can wipe out the entire warehouse and anything within a five mile radius. I can’t have that happen!” You nodded in understanding at his words.

Adrian rubbed your back glaring at John,

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

You sighed in relief pulling it in, “I got it..” You told both of them.

Constantine nodded, “Good. You didn’t mention you don’t have full control.” He sent a small glare your way.

“I was scared you’d try to kill me.” He shook his head.

“Nah you’re no threat. Yet at least,” He offered his hand smirking a bit as Adrian pushed it away slowly helping you up himself.

“Down guard dog. Y/N and I are friends? I think.” You nodded.

“Yeah friends. I guess.” Adrian looked between you both still confused.

“Hold on. Hold on. Hold the fuck on. I was just attacked by a demon. I have no idea who the guy who helped my girlfriend then threaten to kill her is. I would very much like an explanation please.”

You laughed a bit explaining to Adrian how you met Constantine. He stood silent a bit shocked by all the information.

“So occult detective?” Constantine nodded as you sat in his car letting him drive Adrian and you home. Everybody else went to the headquarters.

Adrian nodded a bit, “Got it. So he’s your new friend?”

“Yeah I guess.” You smiled nervously sitting in the back with Adrian. “He’s nice in a way. A bit of an asshole.”

“Then why are you friends with him?”

“I did not just hear you ask me that. Who’s your best friend again Adrian?”

He closed and opened his mouth before nodding, “Okay you got a point.”

“That’s what I thought.” Constantine laughed at you both.

“Look you don’t got to worry. I just wanted the witches help with that demon. I had planned to kill her but when I realized she really wasn’t a threat I decided against it. Plus honestly she’s got quite a pretty face.”

You grew a bit flustered hearing him, “Hey back off!” Adrian glared at him.

“Relax mate I don’t do well with demons. Then again I think I’d make the exception with her.” John taunted him a bit. Adrian turned towards you a bit angry.

“Relax. Constantine is pretty chill and I’m kinda intrigued to see what he could teach me.” You grabbed Adrian’s hand fiddling with it.

“Okay..I was just worried dude. Please don’t go M.I.A on me alright?” You nodded smiling at him.

“Noted.”

Once you both got home, you all walked in ready to say goodbye to John Constantine. You didn’t know the next time you’d see him, but this was not your last meeting with the British detective.

Adrian waited inside as you walked John to his car. “You have my number Y/N call me if you need me-”

“Actually..I wanted to bring something up to you without Adrian there.” He tilted his head in confusion hearing you.

“Um..so if there is ever a day Adrian dies..I need you to kill me too.”

“What?”

“Look there’s no easy way to put it, but when I get overwhelmed I can’t hold it in..Adrian is the only thing that calms me so if I lose him...”

“You lose control?”

You nodded, “I can’t afford to lose control..You know what I can do and now that I’ve met you..I think you’d be the only one who could stop me.”

John sighed lighting another cigarette, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that yeah?”

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no. I will do whatever is necessary to protect people so I guess if one day I have to kill you...”

“I’m okay with it.” You reassured him.

“Alright. I’ll visit when I can.”

“If you ever need my help don’t hesitate to reach out.” John nodded.

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

Once inside, you walked upstairs smiling as Adrian sat there in his pajamas waiting for you.

“Hey...So I don’t have to worry about Constantine and you right?” You shook your head.

“You don’t.”

“You sure?”

“Adrian are you jealous?” He laughed a bit shaking his head.

“Nooo...Okay maybe. I’m not used to this. Most people try to stay away from you. Not actively seek you out like he did.”

“Well he’s a friend? I think I’m still not too sure to be honest..but you don’t have to worry Adrian. Just because he’s a good looking magic user doesn’t mean I’d leave you.”

“Wait you think he’s good looking?!”

“You’re way better looking.”

“Am I?!”

You laughed hugging him closely nodding into his chest.

“You are...You really really are.”

A small part of you was happy to have the insurance that if something made you lose control, you’d have someone to stop you.

Another part of you knew though as long as Adrian stood by you.

You’d be just fine..

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante x reader #vigilante peacemaker #fanfic #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #witch reader

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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Harringrove Week - Blind Date

(This fic is also posted on my AO3 account: here)

Words: 2,624

“Steve, please-”

“Not a chance. I am not letting you guys pimp me out just because you want to distract your brother.”

“But Steeeve,” Dustin jumps in, quickly coming to Max’s aid as the other kids continue to give him their best attempts at sad puppy eyes. “This is important.”

“You’re teaching Max to play Dungeons and Dumbasses-”

“Dragons,” they groan in sync.

“Whatever, shitheads,” he dismisses, trying to move round the group from where they’re blocking his way back into his own damn car. “I said I’d pick you guys up after school to go hang out in mini-Nancy-” Mike pulls an affronted face “-’s basement and play your loser game, but I’m not giving up my whole evening with Random Girl’s brother just because she wants to get out of having him keep an eye on her.”

“I’m old enough to look after myself!”

“Ha! Yeah, right,” he laughs. “You’re thirteen. Besides, with all the crazy demo-whatever shit that keeps going down, I don’t think I’m old enough to be going around without supervision. Hell, is anyone?”

The kids groan again, slumping dramatically into each other.

“But even El is coming,” Will chimes in, sounding heartbreakingly sad at the turn of events and- DAMNIT, STEVE, stay strong!

“We never all hang out as a group,” Mike agrees.

Lucas nods, before darting a look at Dustin who turns to Steve and- Shit, this is a coordinated effort to wear Steve down, isn't it? To make him pity the little shits and cave like some big softie. He’ll have to remind them that he took a bat to a swarm of demodogs - granted, he had thought it was the one but he’d still done it. Do they think they can break him so easily?

“Steve, please, man. We never all hang out. We’ll owe you big time - we’re only asking you because you’re the coolest person we know.”

…Well, they can.

“Fucking fine,” he growls out, most of his aggression directed at his own weak resolve and, from the elated look the little shits share, they very well know that. “Get in then - except you-” he waves a finger at Max. “Go get your brother to give you a lift. Where am I even meeting him?”

“Benny’s old place. It’s been gutted and redone.”

“Didn’t that guy kill himself? A little morbid don’t you think?”

“Suck it up, Steve,” Max calls over her shoulder as she whirls around to skate away.

Steve sighs, gesturing for the rest of the kids to hurry up in their scampering into Steve’s car. The doors shut with varying thunks before Steve swings into the driver’s seat and turns the key in the ignition.

Steve drops the nuisances off and loiters in the Wheelers’ basement, half-praying that Max will show up and announce that the plan is off, that her brother isn’t even interested. It’s worrying him a little, to be honest - going on a date with a guy is risky shit, like, what if someone sees? Sure, Steve’s cool with it - he realised pretty recently that, yeah, definitely likes guys too - but not everyone is, and even then, even Steve had said some homophobic shit in the past.

He cringes at the thought.

And then there’s the fact that it’s a blind date. He has no idea who this guy is, or if the guy even knows he’s meeting Steve. Is it better or worse if they’re both in the dark? He can’t decide, shrugs it off, and goes back to his worrying.

Sure, they’re probably not gonna be obvious about the fact that this is a date, as has been established-

“Yes, Steve,” Max had said, rolling her eyes. “I mean a date as in a romantic date. With my brother.”

-but that doesn't mean no one around them will clock on. Steve is trying to calm himself, telling himself that it’ll just look like two dudes hanging out, being bros, totally platonically platonic. But then what if they do manage it but they do hit it off? Steve is an affectionate guy - that would suck! Not being able to reach over and touch and openly flirt is the worst thing Steve can imagine in that scenario.

Damn, being into guys is hard.

“For the kids,” he mutters to himself in an attempt to psych himself up, pacing a small circle.

“Mhmm, for the kids, Steve,” Dustin echoes absently, not even looking up from where he’s helping Mike set up for their campaign.

“You’re gonna do great man,” Lucas nods from his lounged position on the couch.

He shoots them a bitter smile and keeps pacing until the door is thrown open, footsteps racing down it until Max is revealed.

“Okay, all set,” she grins.

Steve dies inside just a little.

“Get moving!” she scolds, moving to drag Steve towards the stairs. “He’s on his way there now so you gotta go or you’ll be late!”

“Fuckkk,” he groans, letting himself be led with no small amount of reluctance. Maybe he can run to Nancy and she can hide him in her closet? He can be quiet in there, stealthy as a ninja.

“He’ll meet you at the far left of the counter,” Max says in lieu of goodbye as she shuts the basement door in his face.

Shit.

He pulls up outside what a neon sign proclaims to be “Frankie’s Diner”. It’s still Benny’s in Steve's head, though. He didn’t know the guy and had only come here once or twice before, but it’s hard to shake the feeling of how this place should be something else.

Other than that the place seems nice enough. New windows have been put in the front, bigger so that Steve can see the new booths inside. The white leather upholstery contrasts nicely against the walls painted, he doesn’t really know, some shade of light blue. It looks nice. Steve, though still unbearably anxious and feeling more than a little flighty, is admittedly a little excited to go inside.

It’s just because he hasn’t eaten out in a while. He hasn’t had the time, motivation or excuse.

A bell trills happily above the door as he pushes it open. A few of the diner’s inhabitants glance up as he enters, but most are happily chatting with their company or tucking into food that actually smells great - maybe that’s how the place is attracting a decent amount of clientele despite its gruesome backstory.

Or maybe, he thinks cynically, the gruesome history is the appeal - come see the diner where a guy killed himself! Tragedy can be sensationalised, after all.

He shudders, but presses on, scanning the faces at the counter, looking for the last at the left and-

Oh fuck no. No. No way. There must be some mistake. Somehow Max’s brother isn’t here yet, that’s the only explanation for why Hargrove is leaning against the far edge of the counter, chatting to the waitress behind it with his best Charming Smile.

There’s no way Steve has agreed to go on a date with Billy Hargrove.

But then Hargrove cuts his conversation with the waitress off and turns to glance at the door and when his eyes land on Steve he grins, and the look is utterly feral.

Hesitantly, Steve makes his way over to the counter beside Hargrove.

“No fucking way Max convinced King Steve to… hang out with me,” Billy smirks, eyes sparkling with a dangerous sort of mischief.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“You’re Max’s brother?” he manages, because, quite frankly, that’s about all he’s capable of managing. On top of his horror and bafflement, he’s fucking drowning in how fuckin good Hargrove has cleaned himself up. The guy’s wearing a red shirt, half unbuttoned as standard, and the tightest jeans Steve’s ever fucking seen - damn, the guy’s ass… - with his jacket tossed over his shoulder from whenever he took it off. But that’s not all - that wouldn’t be all because life is out to make Steve suffer. Hargrove has clearly put more effort than usual into his hair and, yep, that’s eyeliner he’s wearing. It’s subtle, just a dark line framing his eyes in a way that makes them fucking sparkle.

Goddamnit, Max. Steve’s only a man, but making him this attracted to Billy? This is going to be the death of him.

“Through marriage only,” the guy huffs. “The little brat’s a major pain in my ass.”

“Clearly a lot of love there,” Steve is saying, before he can get over his shock enough to have any sort of a filter. “I can see why she was so desperate to get me to occupy your time so she didn't have to put up with you.”

“That the only reason you agreed, Harrington?” Billy says, continuing to smirk. Steve would’ve thought that would’ve offended the guy, but clearly he’s just having too much of a blast with who his current company is to care about his rudeness.

“Obviously,” he scoffs, willing his eyes to stay on Hargrove’s face and not to glance down.

Hargrove hums in response and then leans in, closer to Steve than he probably should since they’re in public. It’s in that moment, though, that Steve learns that Billy smells like cologne, cigarette smoke and something else unnamable.

“I guess I’ll just have to do a better job at convincing you it’s worth it for… other reasons…”

Then he’s leaning away and the waitress is back and Steve is just left standing there, gaping dumbly.

Holy shit.

That was hot.

Should that have been hot?

Oh, fuck. He’s so screwed.

It turns out that Billy’s chatting with the waitress had been him ordering a chocolate milkshake. She hands it over to the guy with a flirtatious smile that leaves Billy grinning in return. Steve doesn’t know what to make of that. He hopes, suddenly, this whole thing isn’t some kind of set up.

“And anything for you?” the waitress turns to ask him, eyes hesitant to leave Billy for a second.

“Uh, nothing for now. I’ll order when we get food. We - uh - gonna go sit, or what?”

Billy shoots him a grin.

“Sure thing.”

Sure thing? Why couldn’t things be this easy with Hargrove at school? It’d make Steve’s life so much easier.

Hargrove was fucking smooth. It just kept making everything worse. Steve was trying very hard not to obsess over how attractive the guy was being, because he might have agreed to the date but the guy was still Billy Hargrove, and he kept being even hotter with every minute.

“Wanna share, Pretty Boy?” he’d asked after Steve complained about being thirsty during the wait for their food and his drink to arrive.

It had made him flush red, but he couldn’t exactly back down from the offer or it’d be weird surely. So he’d taken a sip from the second straw the guy had apparently grabbed, trying to ignore the way he could feel Hargrove’s eyes on him the whole time.

“Thirsty there, Stevie?” the guy had mocked, leaning forward on his elbows onto the table. “You really-” his eyes flicked to Steve’s lips for a moment “-went for it.”

Steve cleared his throat, glancing away momentarily. When he looked back, Billy was reaching out for the straw Steve had used, then twirling it idly between his fingers. Hargrove’s eyes met Steve’s, blue and intense, ordering him to watch without words. Then, he ducked forward, never breaking eye contact, to suck from the straw Steve had just used.

Fuck-

When the guy pulled away, his tongue poked out to taste his lips, as if searching for a further taste. And, shit, that did things to Steve. If he hadn’t been sat down already, he’d have been on the floor. He was fucking shaking, and Billy made it worse by reaching out with his foot under the table to stroke Steve’s leg.

Luckily - or incredibly unluckily - it was at that moment the waitress reappeared with their food, breaking whatever was happening up.

And now they’re eating, chatting over their burgers that are as good as they smelled. It’s good. It’s really good. Billy’s still an asshole but he’s… funny. And he’s certainly got enough energy to leave Steve utterly enthralled as he bitches about anything and everything.

Steve’s having a lot of fun.

Steve’s having a lot of fun on a date with Billy Hargrove. It’s insane. He would almost be sure he’d imagined the fact that this was entirely not platonic if Billy didn’t keep blatantly flirting with him. But he did.

“Still can’t believe I’m taking out King Steve,” Billy grins this time, before it turns wicked. “Shall we see if I can do one better and take King Steve home with me? Y’know… I haven’t had a sleepover in so long-” he pointedly looks Steve up and down “and I’ve never had one with such… appealing company.”

Steve flushes. Again. He really can’t handle being flirted at, he’s just so used to doing all the flirting. It’s nice, and a little overwhelming.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” Steve smirks.

“Haven’t I taken you on a nice romantic outing, Harrington?” Billy asks, seductive smile still in place, quirking a brow.

“I don’t know if I’d say romantic,” he taunts, leaning forward, “since this little… hang out is going to be kept secret, and all your advances have been about getting in my pants.”

“You wanna see romantic, Pretty Boy?” Hargrove grins, slapping the money for their bill down on the table. “Then you’d better follow me.”

Steve doesn’t waste any time in following, sliding from his seat in the booth and following Billy out the door, hearing the bell jingle its farewell at them. He couldn’t care less, eyes roving over Billy’s back as he leads them around to the back of the building before he’s suddenly spinning to press Steve gently against the wall.

“You want romance?” Billy purrs, leaning in close, making Steve’s brain utterly shut down. The smell of cigarettes and cologne is back. “Want me to tell you how pretty you are, Stevie?” Billy ducks in and presses his lips to Steve’s cheek “How endless those brown eyes of yours are?” The other cheek “How I think about you all the time?” The corner of his mouth now, Steve’s breaths shallowly puffing against his lips where they hover less than an inch away “Well, I’m not much of a romantic, but I can make an exception just this once.”

And then he’s ducking in and pressing his lips to Steve’s so gentle and sweet. Chaste. He still tastes of chocolate milkshake.

When Billy pulls back he’s smirking again, eyes predatory.

“That romantic enough for you, pretty boy?” his voice rumbles.

Steve can barely string together enough words to even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, so he just nods.

Billy leans back in again, melting Steve’s brain entirely. He’s fairly sure he’s only upright because of the wall behind his back and Billy’s palm on his chest. Their lips brush together again and, embarrassingly, Steve whines.

And that must set Billy off because then he’s pressing harder, hungrier, more how Steve had expected him to be. The guy licks into his mouth and presses him into the wall with his weight and, fuck, Steve’s a gonner. He tries to kiss back but mostly just ends up panting into the space between them whenever Billy pulls back to breathe.

And then lips are on the skin of his neck, teeth dragging against the tendons and nipping beneath his jaw, and Steve’s knees pretty much buckle.

Fuck.

Yeah, he doesn’t think he’d mind keeping Billy occupied again. For Max and the Party, of course.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #squid writes #squid draws #fanfiction #fanart

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tarydarrington · 3 years ago

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"Alright, everyone," Veth says with authority, and everyone else quiets down. "Tomorrow is the big day."

Caleb sighs and ducks behind his drink. There is a speech coming. This is exactly the sort of ceremony he had hoped to avoid by having this get-together at his home rather than the bar Veth had suggested. It's only five of them, tonight; Beauregard and Yasha are always in town, and Veth had insisted on coming. And Essek, of course. He's not sure when the elf's presence at his side became an of course, but in a careful way, he likes it.

“As the person in this world who cares the most about Caleb--”

Essek silently quirks an eyebrow at that, and it doesn’t get past Veth.

“Alright, come on, just because you got him into bed and I didn’t doesn’t mean--”

Caleb clears his throat loudly, and Veth’s smile snaps back into place.

“As Caleb’s oldest, dearest, truest friend,” she says, and Essek manages to look dignified even while rolling his eyes, “it is my humble duty to tell you all how amazing he is on this momentous occasion.”

“You know, I am starting a new job, not getting married,” Caleb murmurs in her direction.

“And we’re all very proud of you!” Veth replies.

Caleb takes a long drink as the others chime in with agreement. Yasha shoots him a sympathetic look, and he returns a tight smile.

“Come on, man,” Beau says from where she leans against the table, “aren’t you excited, at all?”

He takes a long breath. Excited is a word for it. Ready to vomit at a moment’s notice is perhaps more accurate. The Soltryce Academy is tricky. He’s been back there a few times in recent weeks, for interviews and preparation, and each time, it’s felt like walking through a dream of a place the mind could not quite capture properly.

For whatever purpose, Trent has always wanted Caleb - Bren - to follow in his footsteps. Those footsteps feel a touch too literal in those hallways.

“Caleb?” Beau’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. “You still with us?”

He shakes his head. "Ja. Entschuldigung. There is a lot to think about."

Veth lowers her glass, frowning. "Nobody threatened you, did they? Because I'll have words with them."

"No, nothing like that." Not lately, anyway. He sets his own drink down on the table. "Just a bit worried, perhaps."

"Worried about what?" Beau asks flatly.

Caleb lets out a long breath, looking down at the floor. Where to begin? He’s worried that everything will go wrong. Worried that he’ll turn up with his clothes on backwards, or spill coffee down the front of his shirt, or trip over his words before the lesson even starts. Worried, most of all, about what comes after.

“I hope that I will not…” He searches for the right words. “I hope that I will be able to serve my students well enough,” he settles on. “The examples I have had were, ah….” Trent Ikithon is not one he wishes to emulate.

Essek frowns. “Carve your own path,” he says. “Someone as brilliant as you are needs no one to emulate.”

“Ja, well, that is fine for throwing together a spell or two, but I imagine the students will need a little more structure.” These are young minds. Any mistakes he makes will stick with them. He, of all people, knows just how much.

“Maybe you could ask them what they want from you,” Yasha pipes up. “You know, make sure you’re doing alright.”

Caleb lets out a long sigh. “Ja, maybe. That is a good idea.” Of course, it also requires that the students in question trust him enough to give him a straight answer.

They sit in relative silence for a moment, working away at their drinks. He hopes Veth doesn’t resent him for stepping on the atmosphere.

“Seriously, man, you’re gonna be great.” Beau knocks back the rest of her drink. “You’re already the best professor I’ve ever known.”

“I do not think the owl counts as a point of comparison,” Caleb deadpans. “Regardless, I will settle for not making a fool of myself for a first impression. That will be difficult enough.”

Beau shrugs, and reaches over to refill her glass. There’s a devious look in her eye that makes him nervous. "So why don't you practice?" she asks.

Caleb looks at her warily. "Practice?"

"Yeah, man." She gestures at the others. "Here's your class. Teach us something."

Before he can object, she’s already begun to pull an armchair toward the coffee table in the center of the room. Soon enough, three more seats have joined it, all on the same side. She throws her arms wide with a challenging grin.

“First day,” she says. “Don’t be late.” With that, she flops down onto the rightmost chair.

Transfixed in bemusement, Caleb watches as Yasha and Veth rush to occupy the next two seats in the makeshift classroom. The Expositor commands a room, it seems.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Essek murmurs as he brushes past as well. “I am willing to be the, ah... wet blanket, if need be.”

Caleb sighs, briefly twining their fingers together and squeezing once before letting him go. “Not comfortable, no, but it’s not a bad idea.”

Someone wolf whistles from the peanut gallery, and Caleb turns a fond glare on them all. All three of them are, of course, the picture of innocence. He shakes his head as Essek settles down primly in the last remaining chair. It’s not exactly the picture of an academic setting, with their glasses of half-finished booze still on the table in front of them and the lot of them draped over armchairs and ottomans.

“Alright,” says Beau, who has not even bothered to put her drink down. She makes a trilling sound that he thinks is probably meant to emulate a school bell. “Hit us.”

"We will be brutally honest," Veth promises. "Which means we will tell you honestly how perfect you are."

"Or if there's anything you could do better," Yasha adds.

Caleb stares back at them. It’s nothing he hasn’t gone over in his own head a hundred times. Even once or twice, to a captive audience of cats. It’s a short class. It will be over before he knows it.

The others look up at him expectantly. Watching him. Waiting. Caleb clears his throat.

"I, ah... feel a bit silly,” he admits.

Without a word, Essek waves a hand, and the familiar faces before him shift to those of strangers.

It’s almost embarrassing how much it helps. Caleb takes a deep breath and lets it out, running through the lesson plan in his head.

"Guten Morgen, class, I am, ah… Professor Widogast." It's the first time he's said that particular pair of words out loud.

"Whoo!" the student who is not Veth shouts.

"Yeah!" the student who is not Beau chimes in.

Caleb gives them a look and straightens his coat. "This is Introductory Transmutation, in room 142, so if you are all in the correct place--"

"Professor?" The student who is not Yasha raises her hand.

"Ah, ja, Miss…"

"Lionett."

Not-Beau slaps a hand over her own mouth and mutters, “Holy shit,” into it.

“Was that too much?” not-Yasha whispers.

“Babe, it was so hot,” not-Beau hisses back.

Caleb clears his throat. "Miss Lionett, do you have a question?"

Not-Yasha seems to suddenly remember her role, and she folds her hands in her lap. "No," she says, "I have to use the bathroom."

Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose as not-Beau bites back a giggle. “Ja, okay, go.”

“Don’t let her go!” not-Veth interjects. “She knew it was almost time for class; she should have gone earlier.”

“Dude, if she has to pee then she has to pee,” not-Beau protests.

Pointedly, not-Essek raises his hand.

Caleb lets himself sigh with relief. “Ja, Master…?”

“Gross, Professor, we don’t need to know about your weird sex dynamics,” not-Beau says.

Not-Essek’s face blooms red, and Caleb presses a hand to his face to hide the same. “You know very well, Beauregard, that it is an honorific.”

Not-Beau shrugs, looking very pleased with herself as she takes another sip of her drink. Not-Essek glares very polite daggers at her before clearing his throat.

“Thelyss,” he answers.

Beau cups both hands around her mouth and boos.

“No, it’s better that he’s honest,” Veth says. “We already know he’s a terrible actor.”

“Herr Thelyss,” Caleb says, raising his voice above the heckling. “Do you have a question?”

Essek leans forward, resting his elbows on the table in a gesture that’s much too endearing. “I wondered what you will be teaching us today, Professor Widogast.”

Caleb tries not to dwell on the way the title hits differently on Essek’s voice, instead straightening up and waving one hand behind him. An illusory chalkboard appears in the air behind him to polite applause from Veth and Yasha. Back on track.

“Well, this is your first day,” he says. “So I know that - Beauregard, please remove your feet from the table - I know that most of your other teachers will be spending time going over the material that you will be covering this semester, but, ah…” What is he meant to be doing with his hands? They feel limp if they’re at his sides, but too formal behind his back and too awkward in front of him. Perhaps he should have a lectern? Somewhere to rest them, or shuffle with papers?

His gaze drifts back to his “students,” who all blink back at him expectantly. Essek inclines his head as though to prompt him on. He clasps his hands in front of his chest, hoping it will do for now.

“Right,” he continues. “Ja, so I thought we would take a look at something more practical to start. We will leave the reading for tomorrow; you have enough of that today.”

He waves his hands again, and behind him, a set of runes and diagrams appears on the chalkboard. Above it is written the word Prestidigitation.

“So, ah, partner up,” he orders. “Introduce yourselves. If there is someone on their own, a group of three is perfectly acceptable.”

“I call Miss Lionett,” Beau shouts, grabbing Yasha’s hand.

“Can I go to the bathroom, first?” Yasha asks.

Caleb gives her an incredulous look.

“I really do need to go,” she says.

He gestures towards the hallway, and she shuffles off. In the meantime, Veth and Essek scoot their chairs closer together. Caleb’s gaze lingers questioningly on Beau, who shakes her head.

“She’s not learning anything tonight, man. Go ahead.”

“Ja, okay,” he says distantly.

It feels silly, explaining the spell to this motley crew. Beau has leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes glassy, clearly not paying an ounce of attention. Essek has produced a piece of paper upon which Veth occasionally scribbles, though the way he periodically nods approval at Caleb’s points betrays his own prior knowledge of the subject. After a few minutes, Yasha returns and attempts to take down notes of her own.

“Is everyone following along?” he asks after a while, knowing it’s a futile question.

“Yep,” Beau lies.

“Hmm.” Yasha hums.

“Perfectly,” Essek says.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” Veth confirms with a wink.

He continues, running them through the various applications one by one. Beau gives him an occasional “uh huh” that he believes not one bit. At one point, he catches Essek take a passing glance at Veth’s paper, widen his eyes, and lean forward to murmur something to her. He isn’t sure he wants to know what that’s about.

“Let’s keep focused, please, everyone,” he reminds them.

Essek waves a hand to signal him to continue. Nothing too scandalous, then. He goes through the final few points, then comes to stop in front of the chalkboard, hands awkwardly clasped again.

“Okay, that is it,” he says. “You have as much time as you require to finish the spell, and when you are finished, I would like one person from each group to demonstrate.”

He gives the others a questioning look. It’s one of the points he’s most worried about. A way to take pressure off some of the slower students could just as easily be a way to unintentionally foster competition and resentment. But none of them objects, so he gives them another nod.

“I suppose we should skip the demonstration portion,” he mumbles.

“I can do it,” Yasha chirps. Without warning, she swings the massive greatsword from her back and sinks the tip into the table, making the others jump. “I made a small mark.”

Caleb covers his eyes with one hand. “Ja, will it go away in one hour?”

Yasha silently places her drink down over the indentation. Caleb sighs. It isn’t as though he has very many guests, anyway.

“I can probably swing producing an odor, for you,” Beau offers. “But I figure you probably don’t want that.”

He ignores her, and instead gives Essek a tight smile.

“Well, would my second group care to demonstrate?”

Beau jerks a thumb in Essek’s direction and fake-coughs to Yasha, “Teacher’s pet.”

Essek ignores her and sits back, fingers working in those little patterns he draws when something has piqued his curiosity. “I believe so,” he says, and nods to Veth.

Caleb raises his eyebrows as all eyes turn to Veth. Though Essek had the courtesy to leave her a halfling, her features and coloring are entirely different - but that wide smile as she stands and rubs both hands together would give her away, no matter the face it was set in. And as Beau swears under her breath, Yasha and Caleb look on wide-eyed, and Essek watches with a smirk, she pulls her hands apart to let loose a shower of sparks.

“You… learned the spell,” Caleb says numbly. He hadn’t imagined any of them were actually paying attention.

“It was an excellent lesson!” Veth replies.

As she takes her seat again, Beau and Yasha give her a smattering of stunned applause. Essek clears his throat pointedly.

“And I guess, maybe, Essek gave me one pointer,” Veth amends with an eye-roll.

“Hey, so your partner system worked,” Yasha points out.

It had. The lesson had worked, the procedure had worked - his teaching had worked. There’s still a little voice in his head reminding him that Veth is brilliant, and an adult, and perfectly capable of learning things like this without even so much as his help - but he can’t deny that it’s his guidance that taught her this particular spell. ‘An excellent lesson,’ Veth had said. In this moment, he’s inclined to believe it might be half true. Caleb realizes very suddenly that he’s beaming.

With a snap of his fingers, Essek dispels the disguises. The soft smile on his face - his real face, and Caleb always misses it dearly when it’s hidden - says he hasn’t failed to notice Caleb’s relief.

“Danke, all of you,” he says sheepishly, waving a hand to vanish the chalkboard.

“Thank you!” Veth says. “For the shiny new spell and for the masterclass in professoring.”

“You were really good,” Yasha agrees. “I’m, uh... I’m sorry about the table.”

He dips his head to hide the way his face is flushing. They exaggerate, the lot of them. But there is something to be said for having friends who will say such things. “Ja, well,” he says, “I am not convinced it will translate to an actual class, but I will hope.”

Beau takes another swig of her drink, wiping her mouth afterwards. “Dude, we were the worst and you still managed to teach somebody something,” she says. “Those kids have nothing on us. You got this.”

He offers her a smile, retrieving his glass from the table as Yasha, Veth, and Essek do the same. He hopes it’s true. He hopes that, separate entirely from his ability to teach them the how of magic, he will be able to keep them safe. That he will be able to keep from passing on any damage he received in his own time in those halls.

He catches Essek’s eye, and the knowing look there puts some of the anxious buzzing to rest. He will be better. He will struggle, most likely. He will stumble, inevitably. But he will give better than he got. He’s been practicing that part for years.

“To Professor Widogast!” Veth shouts, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Professor Widogast,” the others echo, and Caleb smiles.

“To my very good friends,” he replies.

“To the hottest professor the Soltryce Academy has ever seen,” Veth shouts in response, and Caleb nearly chokes on his drink when Essek casually clinks his glass against hers with a nod.

They drink together. Caleb thinks, just a little bit, he might be excited.

thanks @peregrintook for reading this over and telling me it wasn't the worst thing i had ever written (in much more generous words than that), and @saturdaysky for catching me red-handed last time i deleted it and being so kind about it 💜

#okay here's the strategy. i posted a ficlet i'm happy with last week and i finished another one i'm happy with yesterday #so if i sandwich this in between the two surely i will not believe i am entirely worthless as a writer because of it #...probably #queueing it to post when i'm not home to physically wrench my hand away from the delete post button #shadowgast #background beauyasha #caleb widogast #mine #mine:fic #caleb #essek #veth #beau #yasha

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 5 years ago

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it would've been 100% funnier if Edward's approach to getting Bella to appreciate her humanity was less begging her to not be a vampire and more....forcing himself to hang out with her human friends so she has a normal teenage experience lmao

could you imagine Edward Cullen at like...a high school football game?

getting dragged to an amusement park on senior ditch day

at some party and he has to pretend to be drunk to fit in with all the others

Mike, Eric, Tyler and Ben all start insisting on calling him Eddie

he goes on shopping trips with the girls because he's the only one with a running car that also has trunk space for their bags

he starts using his mind reading powers for The Gossip(tm) and Jessica is absolutely obsessed...finally someone with decent intell

God at some party everyone's lowkey high and they start playing truth or dare and Edward's using his powers to choose the least embarrassing option but Bella catches on and Edward Trusts Her so she picks him and he's expecting something tame like...truth what's your favorite color, dare kiss me or something lol but Bella looks him in the eyes and with no mercy dares him to strip tease while rapping an Eminem song. Mike films it. Edward didn't talk to her at all the next day lmao

they all go see a horror movie together and to Bella's absolute delight 1) it turns out to be a vampire movie and 2) Edward falls for every single jump scare

The Guys(tm) invite Edward to some weird bro bonding sleep over and Edward's expecting to be bored out of his mind without Bella but 3 redbulls, 2 video games and one ouija board session later they're all crying about their deepest fears to each other. Edward's telling them he's scared that if Bella marries him it will doom her eternal soul to hell but he can't live without her and they're like 'Eddie dude that's so specific calm down' 'have you considered therapy man??' 'bro you guys are 17'

Edward and Bella get roped into helping out with the senior prank and it goes t e r r i b l y. First time in half a century one of the Cullens have gotten suspended from school lmao

he sneaks Angela's little brothers candy every time they hang out at her house

Jessica begs him to tell her what Rosalie's skincare routine is but the vampire's don't even really have to shower they can just wipe stuff off and be good to go and he knows Nothing about skincare so he panics and tells her something absolutely batshit that nearly ruins her skin and Bella and Esme make him treat Jess to a spa day as an apology and Rose searches up everything on human skincare and buys some stuff for her

GOD can you imagine how helpful it would of been during eclipse to have completely non-objective friends chime in on the love triangle bullshit...Edward can vent about it without mentioning the vampire's and werewolves and they can tell him he's being dumb because she's clearly head over heels for him and is just friends with Jake

He's like 'but what if she stops loving me,,,' and they're like 'dude she's literally wedding planning with your sister and mom right now please shut the fuck up'

one day they plan a beach trip to somewhere other than La Push and it's cloudy enough that Edward should be fine if he keeps a shirt on and from then on the group has a mission: See Edward Shirtless. they go to LENGTHS. switching into his gym class. spilling things on him. begging Bella to take pictures for them. Good Christian Edward(tm) is scandalized but Bella thinks it's hilarious and keeps telling them he had crazy tattoos

Edward trying to fake pop culture knowledge to fit in but it's not working so he actually has to start paying attention to shit from the current decade and now he won't stop ranting to Bella about Harry Potter and he's very invested in Britney Spears' mental health

Edward trying to decode text talk and everyone makes fun of him bc he texts like a grandpa

Edward after one joint is on a full rant about how America should have handled the Spanish Influenza- like he has a detailed list of complaints and ideas- and everyone is like 'Bella I know he's rich but he's such a nerd Are You Sure you love him' skdjjdmd

anyway. let the old man act like a teenager for once. as a treat.

#edward cullen #twilight saga #midnight sun #twilight #bella swan #molly mumbles

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clusterfuck-misc · 3 years ago

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ANON ASKS:

hii!! i really enjoyed your leon kennedy hc :D if you don’t mind would you please do some hc’s for wally west from young justice? if you’re able to, could you also do some hcs on what happened after s2 as well? (won’t put the spoiler here teehee)

im just really happy that someone is writing for young justice, your work ive seen so far has been amazing!! <33

Ooh, this is gonna be interesting.

Yandere Wally West x Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: SPOILERS FOR YOUNG JUSTICE, weird behavior, over-protectiveness, violence, mentions of manipulation, character death.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— Your first meeting was… a little weird.

Not necessarily in a bad way. Just… in an unsure way.

While the rest of the team welcomed you with open arms, he was a bit… contained?

But he wasn’t really detached or cold towards you, either.

You just got the feeling that he was a bit underwhelmed from your arrival.

Miss Martian — or M’gann, as she insisted on you calling her — suggested the idea of taking you on a tour of Happy Harbor.

Everyone was on board with the idea, talking about how it would be a good way to get to know you while you got to know the area.

(Zatanna scoffed at how kidnapping new teammates seemed to be a common thing on this team, whatever that meant.)

Seeing as how excited everyone was, you couldn’t possibly turn down the offer.

So, next thing you knew, you were being ushered into this giant-ass ship thing; the bioship, as Robin called it.

This wasn’t what you really had in mind when M’gann said “tour.”

But, hey, it’s whatever.

After being strapped into your seat — and getting over the initial shock of the seat forming right in front of your eyes — the ship was airborne.

It was quiet for a few moments.

But then, much to your surprise, Kid Flash spoke up.

“So, (Hero/N). What’s it like being the protege of (Mentor/N)?”

You didn’t expect him to make small talk, since he didn’t seem too interested you.

Again, he was a bit “contained” when you introduced yourself.

Despite this, you answered the question to the best of your ability.

Before anyone else could chime, he asked another question.

“How’d you become (H/N) in the first place?”

Once again, you answered the question to the best of your ability.

“So, I’m assuming you live in (City/N)? Or at least near it? Since that’s where (M/N) lives, anyway.”

You were about to answer, but Artemis butt in.

“Lay off, Detective West.”

Robin cackled. “Yeah, man. This isn’t 20 Questions.”

You assured them that you were fine with him asking you things, and that the rest of them are free to ask whatever they wanted.

“You don’t have to answer what you do not feel like answering,” Aqualad — or Kaldur’ahm, rather — spoke up. “Your comfort is more important than our curiosity.”

He then turned towards Kid Flash. “And with that, I do find it interesting that Wally has taken the time to ask about you rather than talking about himself like he usually does.”

Another cackle came from Robin. You could see Artemis smirking as M’gann’s shoulders shook from her giggles.

Heck, even that Superboy dude seemed to find it funny.

“Maybe (H/N)’s just caught my interest,” Kid Flash shrugged with a humorous tone.

“Or maybe you’re trying to find out all their personal information like a scam caller,” Zatanna retorted.

Robin added on with, “what’s your home address? What’s your social security number?”

“Just making the newbie feel welcomed,” Kid Flash defended.

“Well, I feel very welcomed,” you chuckled. “And you can just call me (Y/N).”

A lopsided grin found its way on his face.

“In that case, call me Wally.”

— The questions didn’t stop after your tour.

To his credit, he didn’t bombard you with them.

But you didn’t know one guy could be so… curious.

Even so, you didn’t mind that the two of you ended up standing in the kitchen of the cave, him eating a bowl of pretzels as he inquired about you.

“You from (C/N)?”

“How far is that from here?”

“You go to the high school there?”

“Anyone else know about your alter ego?”

“What do you usually do outside of hero work? Y’know, as a hobby?”

Eventually, you decided to ask why he wanted to know so much about you.

The response was simply;

“Just wanna get to know you better.”

— He’s all about “getting to know you.”

If you tell the team about a ticket sale for an amusement park near your city, it’s guaranteed he’s down for it.

“It’d be a great opportunity to see you more outside of the cave, after all.”

If you mention some sort of school event happening, he’ll ask if he — the team, he corrects — can tag along.

“I’m curious to know how you act around school friends.”

If you even express the smallest interest in visiting a local restaurant or food shack, he’s inviting you to grab a bite with him.

“Just wanna know what you like to eat.”

During the first week or so of knowing him, this type of behavior wasn’t strange to you.

But now it’s been months.

And the way he refers to your friends and family is a bit unnerving, considering he’s never met them (minus a select few school friends, of course).

“Did (Friend/N) ever call you back?”

“Is (Family Member/N) still in town?”

“Has (Friend/N) been feeling better since last week?”

This guy even knows the names of your teachers.

“What’s up with (Teacher/N) giving you a hard time?”

And, just when you think he knows everything about you, he asks even more questions.

It was unbelievable how there was still more he was curious about.

“Just getting to know you.” “Wally, we’ve known each other for almost a year now.” “Still getting to know you.”

— The rest of the team is constantly on him for his behavior.

Kaldur tries his best to keep control of the conversation so Wally can’t bother you.

Robin keeps teasing him about his “crush,” despite Wally’s desperate attempts to explain the was just curious.

M’gann scolds him like a mom (“Wally, what did we say about interrogating?”).

Superboy — Conner, he finally told you — simply says, “you talk too much” to effectively shut him up.

Artemis slaps him on the back of his head or elbows him in the ribs.

Zatanna’s resorted to using silencing spells, since she “doesn’t feel like dealing with this.”

And Raquel fires Wally back the same question (“I don’t know, Wally. What’s your favorite color?”).

Because of your teammates working together, Wally started to minimally ask questions

They have a white board hanging up in the den.

“It’s been 8 days since the last question.”

“M’gann, reset the whiteboard.”

“It’s been 0 days since the last question.”

— Because of this, Wally has started to become more… distant… towards his teammates.

You’ve to notice how he’s started to retort with more snarky comments lately.

Or how he’s condescending towards certain ideas.

And you’ve definitely noticed that out of character blank expression that’s been taking vacancy on his face recently.

For once, you decided to ask your own question.

“Everything alright, Wally?”

He seems taken aback for a few moments, but takes on a nonchalant attitude.

“Just been tired. Finals are coming up.”

You decided not to press further, giving him your best wishes.

But, even after finals (he passed with flying colors, by the way), this type of attitude continued.

He even almost got into a full blown argument with Kaldur once.

So, you decided to ask again.

“I’ve been needing to catch up on sleep.”

You suggested that he took a break from the team, to which he only shrugged.

The conversation died off from there.

— He doesn’t seem to act this way towards you.

Robin pointed it out while you and Raquel were talking about the Wally issue.

“Actually, you’re right,” Raquel gasped. “He acts like nothing’s wrong around (Y/N).”

“Maybe it’s ‘cuz of his humongo crush,” Robin chortled.

Despite not believe Wally had a crush on you, they were right; he didn’t seem to act this way around you.

He’s still the laidback goofball the team said he was when you first joined.

But… why sass Aqualad for a “dumb order,” then comply when you ask him to do the same thing?

Why ignore Miss Martian’s call for backup, then rush in to help you the moment you seem the slightest bit distressed?

Why outright insult Conner for not knowing something, then calmly explain when you admit you don’t know either?

It was… weird.

That’s a common theme with Wally West.

Weird.

— He becomes super protective over you during missions.

And that’s especially after got slashed with one of Cheshire’s sais.

Everyone heard your grunt of pain through the mindlink, which prompted Aqualad to ask what your status was.

“(H/N), report. (H/N)?”

“I… I’m fine… just… damn, that hurt…!”

Your shaky chuckle that chimed through the mindlink, at least inform the team you were semi-okay, but Wally was already gone with a gust of wind.

“KF!! Hold your position!!”

But he was already weaving through the stories of the empty parking complex, sharp eyes scanning for you.

You were holding your hand against the gash when you saw something run into Cheshire within a blink of an eye.

“Stay away from them,” you barely heard Wally growl.

By the time Cheshire was back on her feet, Wally had already swept you up and was running out of the parking complex.

You ended up in the bioship, being sat down on a chair as Wally zipped away for a second and returned with a med kit.

He was completely silent as he treated your wound.

You nervously made a joke about the thick silence that settled in the bioship, to which Wally gave an off-handed apology for.

“Just trying to focus.”

Once he was done, he told you to stay in the bioship.

You tried to convince him you were fine, but he still managed to make you sit out through the entire mission.

Ever since then, he’s practically your guardian during fights.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s always been a bit protective over you during missions.

But now it’s multiplied by 10.

He’s always swooping in to take blows for you, or picking you up and taking you away from the fight over the smallest scratch, or observing your surroundings as if you can’t do that yourself.

— And let’s not forget how intimidating he’s gotten over the years.

He’s still the type of hero who cracks jokes and laughs during a mission, but there’s the added element of fear ever since he’s taken up guarding over you.

There’s that time the Joker had you cornered in an abandoned hospital.

The look of surprise in his eyes as Wally held him against the floor by his throat is still fresh in your mind to this day.

And that time Vertigo was trying to monologue about the terrible ways he was going to kill you.

It was cut short by the darkest glare you’ve ever seen Wally throw someone (even Vertigo started to shift uncomfortably).

And don’t get me started on any time you guys face Cheshire.

“Wally, I know she’s a bad guy, but she’s also my sister. What was THAT?!” “Just doing what heroes do and disarming the baddies. Geez.” “YOU DISLOCATED HER ELBOW.”

Anytime the Riddler sees a blur of yellow and red, he’s out of there (one concussion was enough).

Although you’re grateful he has your back, it’s been going overboard.

And the way he doesn’t show remorse for his actions is unsettling.

“Cold hearted,” Zatanna sighed.

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t say cold hearted. Just…”

Zatanna crooked an eyebrow. “Just?”

“… Weird.”

— He somehow forces you to retire with him.

You didn’t know how he managed it.

Actually, you did.

Manipulation.

He got into your head about how dangerous the line of work is.

“I mean, just look at what happened to Tula.”

Somehow, he convinced you that you were reckless and self-sacrificing during missions.

And, you’ll have to admit, there’s the slightest bit of truth behind that.

But everyone on that team would give their lives for each other. That’s why Tula did what she did.

Wally wasn’t up for a debate, though.

So, you were looped into his retirement.

Life with him is actually… nice.

There’s no strange behavior from him, and he seems like he’s on good terms whenever your former teammates drop by for a visit.

Except for Nightwing.

There’s some sort of tension between the two.

When you ask about it, he waves it off.

“Just letting him know we’re retired heroes.”

Turns out, Nightwing’s been asking if you guys wanted to mentor the team newbies for a while.

It just didn’t sit right with you that he was speaking on your behalf.

Other than that, things have been going well.

You moved in with Wally about a month or so after retiring.

He absolutely refuses having you return to the team for even a single mission, though.

Even though he’s done it in the past…

— After his apparent death, you’re left feeling empty.

He told you he was going to be back.

“Saving the world’s what I do.”

You tried to convince him to let you help, but he told you to stay in the Watchtower.

The feeling of anxiety was too much to bare, however.

So, you found yourself dawning your old hero costume.

Except, by the time you were ready for combat, Flash and Impulse returned with empty expressions.

They told you he sacrificed everything for the mission.

He sacrificed himself.

What you felt… well… it was complicated.

You felt empty, for one thing.

Like Wally was the noise in the halls that made a place feel alive.

And, in a literal sense, he was.

But now the house is quiet.

Wally was gone.

And then there’s frustration.

He was being reckless and self-sacrificing.

The very thing he pulled you out of hero work for.

How could he say that you were in danger of ending up like Tula when he does the same exact thing?

The hypocrisy angered you.

And finally, there was contentment.

It didn’t feel right to call it that, but you had no other words for it.

Of course Wally would do something like this. You said before that anyone on that team would give their lives for each other.

And that meant saving the world, whether you were retired or not.

But you just didn’t understand why you couldn’t be there by his side.

Maybe, if you were there, you could’ve prevented the outcome.

Maybe being there to have his back would’ve changed something in the mission.

Maybe he could’ve lived so he could be here today.

Your feelings were… weird.

Much like Wally himself.

After a little bit over a year, you decided to rejoin the team.

M’gann, Kaldur, Artemis, and Conner were thrilled to have you back.

But your jaded eyes told them this was an act of remorse.

They can’t ignore how irresponsible you’ve gotten during mission.

“You collected rust during retirement, (H/N),” Artemis joked, though you could sense the concern in her tone.

The newer members think you’re pretty cool.

But your focus is always on Bart.

He can barely look you in the eyes the first two weeks of your return.

You couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault.

During missions, you find yourself being a bit protective over him.

You’ll always be by his side, like you’re drawn to him.

Maybe it’s the costume, or the humorous quips, or…

… Or the thought that you can save him by protecting Bart.

But you know that’s impossible.

Even so… you still can’t help but watch Bart’s back during missions.

You visit Wally’s memorial every day to tell him stories.

“I saw Dick on the news today. He seems like he’s doing well.”

“Artemis scolded one of the newbies again.”

“Bart keeps eating all of the snacks in the Watchtower.”

Every now and then, you wonder if it’s even worth talking to a hologram.

But it just felt right.

You needed to do this.

He would’ve wanted to know all about your life.

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godlizzza · 2 years ago

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oo i love teen danbert! what about “let me do the talking” for them?

"Just let me do the talking, okay?" Dan muttered as they approached the counter. Herbert said nothing so Dan turned his attention to the droopy-eyed cashier, flipping through a magazine. He cleared his throat and put on his most polite tone. "Can I get change for a dollar, please?"

"Sure." The cashier set his magazine down and looked up. "You want quarters or-"

He froze when his eyes landed on Dan and Herbert. Dan couldn't blame him though. He could only imagine what must've been going through the guy's mind, seeing the two of them standing there, splattered from head to toe in mud. They'd tracked a trail of mud through the store, and Dan had to remind Herbert not to touch anything and leave evidence of their grimy hands.

"Quarters are fine," Dan answered when the guy, no more than a few years older than him, continued to gawk.

He pushed the sopping bill across the counter and the guy gingerly took it. Dan glanced at Herbert as the register dinged open, only to find him silently glaring straight ahead through his mud-streaked glasses.

"So, uh," the cashier began as he tipped the quarters into Dan's palm. "What happened to you guys?"

"Don't ask," Dan pleaded.

At the same moment Herbert said, "We got bogged." Dan sighed but Herbert had started and now he continued in a tirade, his voice growing louder and faster with every word. "I said we shouldn't park so close to marsh, because it's been raining so much lately and the ground's so soft. But was I listened to? No. Of course not. Apparently, because I can't drive I also don't know how mud works."

Dan stayed silent as this went on, staring blankly ahead and scratching at the mud drying around his nose.

"So then what happens?" Herbert ranted, his hands flailing about his head. "We come back and the tires have sunk halfway into the ground. I say we should call a tow truck or at least someone to just come and get us, but no. Apparently, this is fine. Then we push, and we sink halfway into the ground. It takes that before we can finally admit defeat and look for a payphone, only to find we have no quarters. So now, here we are, in some gas station in the middle of nowhere."

He finished with a huff, his face red with the speech. The cashier silently looked back and forth between them, his eyes wide. Dan pursed his lips and pocketed the coins.

"Um," the guy said. "You guys can use the phone here if you need?"

"Thanks," Dan said quickly before Herbert could snap out anything else. "That would be great."

Herbert huffed again and marched off. Dan thought, blessedly, that he was going to wait outside, but then Herbert's voice came from the back of the store.

"You're buying me this coke!"

There was the sound of a fridge door closing, then the bell above the door chiming as Herbert strode through. Dan sighed, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion as the events of the night started to catch up with him.

The cashier gave him a sympathetic look. "Your friend sounds like he's your wife, dude."

Dan swept his mud-caked hair back and breathed out through his nose. "Yeah. He's a real peach."

Dan just hoped his mom wouldn't notice all the mud when she did the laundry.

#teen danbert #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #my fics #asks #writing prompt #date night gone wrong

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flareish · 3 years ago

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Anxiety

kuroo x reader

summary: you hide your anxiety from basically everyone including your boyfriend, until he finds out for himself

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: Emetophobia Warning! description of nausea/vomit, anxiety, bit of angst but ends in fluff

word count: 2.0k

a/n: I tried to make this as close to my anxiety since I hadn’t known anyone with my kind of anxiety(symptom wise) until I was seventeen, which was a good ways into when I realized I had anxiety. So here is some nausea anxiety representation!

masterlist

You tap your fingers in a mindless rhythm. Alternating the fingers and repeating them back and forth, trying to make it a game, a challenge. You did this over and over again to distract yourself from that all too familiar sinking feeling. That feeling like your stomach has managed to twist and knot itself a million times. Each bump of the bus made acid crawl up your throat. You crunched a mint in your mouth hoping the peppermint would soothe some of the nausea. It didn’t, but the thought was there. You just will yourself not to throw up on the bus, anything but that. The thought in itself makes you even more nervous, and in turn even sicker.

You don’t even know why you are anxious. Today is Kuroo’s big game, but it isn’t yours. You’ve been to a hundred of his games before but never before did you feel like this. Normally you get cute little butterflies, not an angry swarm of bees. The worst part is, there is Kuroo sat next to you happy as can be, completely oblivious. He keeps trying to drag you into conversations but you fear if you open your mouth for too long, all that will come up is vomit. So you keep your mouth firmly closed only smiling tightly or shaking your head at his prompts.

It's not exactly his fault though. He doesn’t actually know you have anxiety. It’s not something you really like to talk about. You are all for promoting the acceptance of mental health but you just find every time you tell someone the dynamic changes. Either they flat out don’t believe you since you “don’t seem like the type with anxiety”. Well duh, I don’t have social anxiety, I have situational anxiety. Like here in this situation. That or they suddenly treat me like I am incapable of handling myself. That whenever a slightly stressful event comes up, I am going to melt into a puddle of pure anxiety. Sorry but I’ve made it this far, I may have to throw up a few times on the way but I am still making it.

So you just haven’t told Kuroo. You're just nervous that it will change the dynamic. You also don’t want to steal his spotlight. Today is supposed to be all about him. It's his big game. To suddenly speak up and tell him that his game is giving you anxiety would be selfish. So like you always have, you put a brave face on and face it head-on.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kuroo asks you, now facing you, “You look a little pale.”

“Hmm?,” You also turn to look at him, “Oh I am just a bit tired that’s all. I will be fine in an hour or so.” You hope at least. He nods relieved it's not something worse.

You finally pull into the stadium and everyone is pushing their way off the bus. Luckily Kuroo is right by you to make sure you don't get accidentally pushed down the bus stairs and trampled. The team makes it’s to the bulletin board where they are given their matchups. Nekoma is paired with a pretty hard team. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you dry heave. You knew at the point you were going to throw up and within the next few minutes.

“Hey I think I left something in the bus I’ll be right back.” You say to Kuroo before dashing off. He goes to reply but you are already gone.

You make it around the back of the building before you throw up. At this point you’re kinda out of it, your mind is occupied on emptying your already empty stomach. Then you feel someone pull your hair back and gently rub your back. You don’t even have to look up to know it’s Kuroo. When you finish he hands you his water bottle. You waterfall it and rinse your mouth out of that acidic taste.

“What’s going on are you okay?” Kuroo asks full of concern. You hesitate for a moment, thinking of telling the truth. Then you remember this is supposed to be his day.

“Sorry I must have caught a stomach bug.” He doesn’t completely buy it so you quickly add to it.

“I didn't feel great on the bus but I just thought it was because I was tired.” You feel bad lying, “I also don’t want to distract you before your game.” At that Kuroo quickly pulls you into a hug, “Your not a distraction, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Your cheek is pressed against his chest and your hands grip the front of his shirt.

“We should probably head back.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” He leans down to kiss you but you duck away. He looks incredibly offended and hurt at this.

“Dude I just threw up I don’t know if you want to do that.”

“…Point.”

The two of you head back inside to the team, you feeling much better after throwing up. Before you know it, the competition has begun and Nekoma has won. You run down and celebrate with the team and it’s a happy day.

On the bus ride home Kuroo has a strange energy about him. Not like he’s mad more just like he’s just realized something. You nudge him and smile hoping to break him out of his little funk. He immediately smiles back and goes back to celebrating with the team. His reaction was almost like putting a mask on. You watch him for a moment before slipping into a conversation of your own.

When you make it back to school you go your separate ways. Him going to shower, and you to get home before it gets too late. A big hug before pushing away. You still refusing to kiss him after throwing up earlier in the day.

You are laying on your bed, exhausted. Anxiety really takes a toll on your energy. Your thoughts are broken when your phone chimes with a text. Leaning over to grab your phone off your bedside table you see it is from Kuroo.

“Can you come over? I want to talk.”

No cute pet names. No slowly easing into it. Actually using proper grammar. Nothing in that message was a good sign. Just “I want to talk” was enough to make the acid begin to crawl again. You knew it had to be about today. Especially after you saw him zoning out on the bus. It had to be your anxiety episode. You knew he wouldn’t be happy you lied but going to this extent. Like he just found out you have anxiety and this is what he hits you with? The world’s most nerve-wracking text message. The only worse place than this would be “we need to talk”. That’s when you have really screwed up. So maybe you’ve only minorly screwed up since he said want not need. Does that mean you have the choice to say no? That was kind of tempting but you knew you would be tossing and turning all night thinking about what might be wrong.

“Okay.” You reply to the text. Short and sweet. Putting on some shoes and grabbing a hoodie, you quietly slip out of your house. Kuroo’s house wasn’t too far but it was far enough. Enough to continue to stir in your intrusive and unstoppable thoughts. You eventually make it to his house and head in going straight for his room. Before you reach the door you hesitate and gather yourself. Preparing for whatever was about to come.

When you go in you find Kuroo sat on the floor of his bedroom, back pressed against the bed. He jerkily looks up and you and gives you a tight smile. None of this is giving good signs. Something is very heavy on his mind. You sit down across from him, your back against the wall your feet almost touching.

“So what was it you wanting to talk about.” You break the silence. He doesn’t respond for a moment. Just as you are about to try again he speaks up.

“Do you still love me?” Your face drops into confusion.

“Why wouldn’t I love you anymore?” You ask, suddenly realizing this wasn’t the conversation you were prepping yourself for.

“You’ve been distant lately. You don’t tell me things like when you don’t feel good. I thought about it when I got home and I was wondering if you weren’t actually sick but just making the excuse because you got caught.” He’s very serious at the moment and his words hold a cold edge.

“What do you mean get caught?” You match his tone. You weren’t planning on fighting but something about how he said it just set something off in you.

“You didn’t want to be there. Ever since this morning you were quiet and reserved. Even after the game, you wouldn’t even kiss me-”

“Yeah, cause I threw up! And how could I be faking it when I literally threw up.” You snap.

“You’ve been like this before though! Like last year’s big tournament you would barely talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” Although it kind of was just not the reason he thought.

“Oh yeah? What about at training camp you wouldn’t talk to me then either, you didn’t even eat with us you just sat on your own.” He threw back.

“Yeah, cause I have anxiety!” The words left your mouth before you knew it. Kuroo looked taken back.

“What?” His brow furrows, “Since when?” He’s not sure what to believe. You’re not surprised since you have worked very hard to hide it from everyone, accidentally sabotaging your own relationship without even knowing it.

“Since forever. I just never told anyone.” You quietly say, ducking your head down.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You didn’t even need to look up to see the hurt on his face, it was apparent in his voice. You start playing with your finger, tapping them in rhythms.

“I wanted to,” You mumble, “But whenever I do stuff changes and I didn’t want anything to change.” He shifts forward and you think he’s going to leave. Instead, he grabs your hands, stopping the pattern you had going. You look up.

“Did you think I would judge you?” He was staring straight into you, willing the truth to come out.

“Whenever I tell people they either don’t believe me and brush it off or treat me like I’m incapable of handling any amount of stress. I’ve never seen anyone react any differently so I was scared you would fall into one of those reactions and I didn’t know how I could handle that. I didn’t want my anxiety to be the thing to tear us apart. But I guess it still was.” By the end of your speech, your gaze has returned back to the floor, unable to hold eye contact for that long with him staring at you so strongly. You hear him sigh then you are pulled forward and into his arms.

“I want to be your pillar of support. I want to be that third reaction that is one of acceptance, one that doesn’t drive you crazy.” He strokes your hair soothingly, his words making you tear up, “When you are ready I want you to tell me everything. From when you first noticed it, to where it is now, to how you deal with it, everything.” By now you are fully crying, absolutely collapsed into his chest. “I love you so much.” It gets muffled in his shirt but he hears it.

“I know, and I love you.”

It would take some time for Kuroo to get used to this change but slowly but surely he will be different from the rest and he will support you no matter what. Although he also respects your strength and knows you can handle your anxiety on your own, he is always there when you need it. He becomes the third unexpected and unheard-of reaction; acceptance.

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Part 2 to the supernatural MBAV crossover ✌️ Also this is on crack so I’m sorry in advance. Lol.

“Oh my gosh, Jack! We’ve been living here for two weeks! Do you know what that means?! We actually live here.” Y/N said excitedly.

“Yeah. I like it here I hope we stay awhile.”

“I have a boyfriend now! Do you know how cool that is?”

“You what?!” Dean exclaimed.

“Don’t eavesdrop! It’s none of your concern.”

“Yes it is. I’m your dad!”

“Moms handle the boys and the periods, and she promised me she’d visit sometime this week, so therefore, it’s none of your concern.”

“Since when have you had contact with Amara?”

“Since like a month ago. Uncle Chuck taught her about the world of cellphones. She promised she’d drop by for at least an hour. You don’t think she’s going to flake on me do you?” Tears welled up in her eyes. Dean held his arms out for a hug.

“Hey, come here, kid. Your mom has done a lot of bad things, but if there’s one thing I know for sure about her, it’s that she never says something unless she means it. Now about the boyfriend thing…”

“His name is Benny, he likes Star Wars, and he’s a calculus nerd. Good enough?”

“Come on Dean. Calculus nerd? You have nothing to worry about.” Sam chimed in.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Sammy.”

“Does that mean that me and Jack can go hang out with him and our other friends tonight?” Y/N asked hopefully, putting on the puppy eyes she had inherited from her uncle.

“Fine, but don’t be out any later than 1 am okay?”

“Got it. Would you be mad if we left right now?”

“No. It’s fine. Go ahead, but Jack she is not to be left in a room alone with this punk. Got it? Good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Drama queen.” She muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Good!”

All of their friends had already arrived by the time they got there. The only thing missing was pizza.

“Dude the delivery guy was so slow last time though. Someone should just go get it. I’m starving.” Ethan complained.

“Not it.” Y/N and Erica said at the same time. Benny and Jack both looked at Sarah.

“Um…don’t look at me. I’m babysitting.” She gestured to Jane who was sitting peacefully watching Dusk.

“I’ll go.” Jack volunteered. Y/N tossed him the keys to the Jeep.

“Don’t wreck my baby.” She said sternly, laying on the floor beside Jane.

“Careful. You sound like your dad.” Jack joked. Y/N threw a pillow at him.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”

“So this Dusk thing, what is it even about?” Y/N asked. Erica immediately jumped in.

“Oh my god. It is so good. You’ve never seen Dusk? It’s about a human who falls in love with a vampire and vice versa, but there’s also this werewolf that’s in love with the girl, but she ends up choosing the vampire because, duh, she’s in love with him, but anyways it’s so good and you have to watch all of them with me some time.”

“I’ve seen the Vampire Diaries but I’ve never watched this.”

“Oh my God. Don’t you just love the Salvatore brothers?”

“I love Damon, but I’m not huge on Stefan. Oh and Katherine is so hot, but my favorites are Kol and Kai.”

“You have a thing for murderers with sociopath tendencies and you’re dating Benny?” Erica asked.

“Okay, just leave me alone. Kai is hot and he had reason to murder his entire family.” Literally the entire room was just looking back and forth between them in confusion.

“Remind me to never leave you two alone.” Sarah said.

“Did you just say murdered his entire family casually in a sentence?” Benny asked.

“Yes. If you guys watched the show you would totally get it. Although Jack doesn’t and I made him watch it but then again his biological dad is literally satan-“

“Wait. Wait. Wait. First of all, Castiel isn’t his biological dad? Second of all what is his biological father a serial killer or something?” Ethan asked.

That was when Y/N registered what she had said. “It’s not my place to tell you guys about his biological dad, so like please don’t tell him I told you anything.”

Everyone agreed and dropped it. Soon after Jack came back with the pizza. “Who’s hungry?”

“I am.” Erica whispered passive aggressively under her breath. Sarah elbowed her and gave her a look, mouthing the words shut up.

Benny, Ethan, Jack, and Jane all grabbed a slice.

“Want one?” Benny asked.

“No I’m fine. Thanks though.” Y/N said. Her mood had noticeably dropped, and it was because she was thinking of her mother. What if she didn’t come like she’d promised? Well, at least her cousin Gabriel promised a visit soon, despite her father’s protest.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Sarah asked her.

“It’s stupid. My mom told me that she was going to visit me sometime this week, but I’m worried she won’t show up.” At that very moment Amara appeared in the room. Now there was a lot of explaining to be done.

“Holy shit! Who are you and how did you do that?!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Wow. Gorgeous alert.” Erica said, ignoring the fact that a woman she didn’t know had just appeared out of nowhere. Y/N immediately jumped up and hugged her.

“I missed you, mom.” She muttered into her hair.

“Mom?!” They all asked at once.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. So what are you then?” Benny asked.

“Why are you guys not very freaked out about this?” Jack asked.

“We know about the supernatural, but nothing like this.” Ethan said still in shock.

“So, you made friends? I’m proud of you. How’s your dad doing?” Amara said.

“Same old. Same old. Sad, confused, protective.”

“Wait how do you guys know about the supernatural?” Jack asked ignoring the side conversation.

“That depends. How do you feel about vampires, warlocks, and seers?” Benny asked.

“Wait! You’re vampires?!” Y/N exclaimed suddenly.

“Not all of us. Just Erica and Sarah.” Ethan said.

“You guys haven’t even the ones killing people have you, because that would suck because then I’d have to kill you.”

“No, but really?! Kill us?!” Sarah exclaimed.

“My family hunts the supernatural! You guys have got to stay on the downlow or my dad and my uncle will straight up kill you and not think twice, please be careful!”

“Are warlocks on that list?” Benny asked.

“Wait, you’re a waflock and you didn’t tell me?!”

“We still don’t know what you two are and I think I speak for everyone when I say I would like to know!”

Y/N sighed. This would be a long conversation. She took in a deep breath. “So, my dad is the vessel of the archangel Michael aka the person Michael needed to possess to win the apocalypse which already happened by the way. My dad kind of saved the world. My Uncle Sam on the other hand is the vessel of Lucifer who is Jack’s biological dad which makes Jack a nephilim, and by the way Lucifer is actually pretty chill. But that’s beside the point. This is Amara my mom aka the darkness aka god’s sister which kind of makes me a Demigod which makes god aka Chuck my uncle and Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel my cousins which makes Jack my second cousin and also by the way Castiel is an angel too. Oh and also my dad is kind of gay for Cas but neither of them will admit but you know, subtext.”

They all looked at her with wide eyes. “If you plan on sticking with me welcome to my dysfunctional family.” She announced.

“Are they okay?” Amara whispered.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” Y/N whispered back.

“Ya know what? Cool. Also can we just talk about how Y/N has hot parents? MILF alert. Like it finally makes sense why she is so pretty.” Erica said casually.

“What’s a MILF?” Amara asked her. Y/N face palmed.

“It’s good. It’s a compliment, but don’t say it to anyone , ever.” Y/N tried to explain.

“Anyways…I guess I’m gonna go and let you all process this interaction. Benny, call me. Bye!” They all left, and Y/N insisted that they take the Jeep and not just teleport.

When they got back to the house everyone kind of just looked at each other awkwardly. “Mom and I are gonna go…what do normal teenage girls do with their non supernatural mothers? Paint their nails? We’ll go do that. See you soon.”

Dean looked at Jack waiting for an explanation. “I’ve got…homework. Yeah. Anyways bye.”

“What just happened?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

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