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seokgyuu · 1 year ago

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What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love.

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)

warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.

word count: 5k

a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move. “Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.” Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him. “Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.” “I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).

There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here.

Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale.

“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!”

All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier.

That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise.

“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”

“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.

“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks).

Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation.

You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together.

The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights.

The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer.

You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all.

Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.

“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.

“Control freak much?”

Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move.

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.

“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”

Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.

“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”

“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it.

It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.

You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting.

Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.

“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!

Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.

“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”

His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.

“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.

“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?

“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”

“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours.

To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.

“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”

The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.

“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”

He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode.

“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”

You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed.

“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you.

“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.”

He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek.

“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.

“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious.

When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up.

As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin.

If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you.

It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now.

Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him.

He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs.

“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.

“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you.

“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.

“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier.

“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end.

Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life.

When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you.

“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you.

Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish.

He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him.

“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you.

Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there.

“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you.

Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.

“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again.

“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.

“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.

His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it.

He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt.

“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans.

When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath.

It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours.

“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.

“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin.

“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.”

You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet. “You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.

“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red.

It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t.

“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”

And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again.

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xzaddyzanakinx · 1 year ago

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Study Buddy pt1

Stepdad!Anakin x femme reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: dubcon, dd/lg, PiV, unprotected sex, gen. smut, baby trapping, edging kinda?, manipulation, possessiveness, age-gap, stepcest, inappropriate relationship, praise kink, breeding kink, innocence/purity kink

Info: stepdad Anakin just adores his stepdaughter! It’s not his fault that she’s so fucking fine. Anakin is a perv but it’s okay cause he loves you, Anakin just wants the best for you! And the best for you is him, obviously. spoiled little naive brat reader but Anakin prefers you that way. Reader acts more innocent/naive than they really are. Reader is over 18

🕊 Dead dove do not eat 🕊

The one where you just need alittle extra incentive.

You sighed, taking your calculus homework into the living room. Handing Anakin the Pepsi he requested and sat down in the floor. Leaning back against the couch and setting the notebook down on the coffee table so you could get back to work.

"Good girl." He praised, his fingers brushing against your cheek from behind you. He took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"What are you working on?" His eyes trailed downwards, lingering on your body for a moment, taking the opportunity to stare at the dimples in the small of your back. He was relaxed, shirtless and in his favorite pj pants with his socked feet kicked up on the coffee table next to you.

“Calculus homework.” You grumbled. “my brain is basically fried. This shit is driving me nuts.”

You pushed the notebook away in frustration and twirled the pencil between your fingers.

“Hey. Language.” He said gruffly. “Chill out, do you want help? I’m pretty alright at math.”

“Actually, yeah that would be great.” You nodded, grumbling in frustration.

Sometimes all you needed to understand something is to see it from a different angle, maybe Anakin, your step-dad could help with that.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled softly to himself before putting out his cigarette.

Standing up to stretch his arms above his head. The dark hairs leading to the waist of his pants exposed as his shirt rode up his abdomen. He knelt down so his face was level with yours. Reaching out, he took the notebook from you and scanned the pages.

"Hmm... huh... well, let's start here," he said, pointing to a problem written in your neat handwriting. Grunting as he sat down next to you, his arms resting on his knees.

After solving the equation he helped with the next question, and you were finally starting to get the hang of it. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as a reward, a soft one that made you smile, one that said ‘I’m so proud of you!’. For the next one you got right it was an unexpected but smooth kiss to your lips.

“Daddy.” You whispered in shock at his real kiss. “We’re not supposed to do that!”

Anakin’s gaze softened as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

“Aw sweet girl, I’m sorry. I should’ve explained myself first.” He sighed.

“This is real hard work isn’t it?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah it is.” You nodded.

He laughed a little. “And what do I always say when you do hard work?”

“You always tell me hard work deserves big rewards.” You grinned, thinking of all the times he’d taken you out to your favorite restaurant, to see a new movie, to buy you new things.

But your favorite rewards and treats were the ones he got you on his way home from work. Sometimes when he felt like you needed a little pick-me up, he’d stop at the store and get you a box of candy or one of those tiny little cutesy squishmallows that come in the surprise eggs.

He smiled, giving you a light squeeze just above the knee. “Exactly!”

“I’ve found a much better way to reward you my sweet girl.” He spoke in a cheerful tone in an attempt to make you smile and it was working effortlessly. “Somethin’ real special that I think you will love.”

“And it’s kisses?” You said, tilting your head to the side.

“Sometimes kisses, sometimes not.” He said, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

“Well what’s the sometimes not?” You asked excitedly, what could possibly be better than kisses?

“Oh come on now.” He teased. “Treats and rewards are always better as surprises aren’t they?”

“Yeah you’re right.” You giggled.

“That's better," he cooed, satisfied by your reaction.

“Now come here, let's continue our 'lesson.'" With a gentle tug, he pulled you into the empty space between his legs, scooting your back toward him enough that he could easily rest his chin on your shoulder to watch you work.

He placed the notebook back on the coffee table and leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your neck as he spoke.

“So, how about we start with some stuff you already know? Something simple to ease us back into things?" He traced slow circles on your exposed lower back with his thumb, his fingers pressing gently into the flesh of your stomach as his massive hand rested on your side.

"O-okay..." You stuttered, unable to ignore the sudden warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Alright.” He nodded, flipping through the text book until he reached the previous chapter you had been working on in class. He wrote out some equations for you to solve and quickly worked them out himself on his phone calculator before typing the answers in his notes app and telling you to get started.

Each step in the equation that you did correctly Anakin would press a tiny little barely there kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re doing real good doll-face.” He praised you quietly with his cheek pressed against yours and couldn’t help but smile when you felt him do the same.

“Just keep working hard and I’ll help when you need me to. But right now, try to work them out yourself and I’ll keep giving you sweet little reward kisses!” He said happily.

“Okay Daddy.” You smiled, leaning back against his chest and setting out to work on the next question.

He chuckled softly, pleased with your progress and willingness to please. As you finished each equation, he would whisper sweet words of encouragement followed by little kisses along your neck and shoulders. He even nibbled your earlobe a few times, which you quickly discovered had that strange butterfly effect in your tummy as well.

"Good girl, good girl," he murmured approvingly as your confidence in your work grew. "You're doing great, keep it up."

“Alright, now I’m gonna make you some new ones, they’re gonna be harder alright? Once we get these down, I’ll set up some more difficult ones and then you can try to ones you were assigned for homework. They’ll seem easy after you’ve worked so hard on these other ones!” Anakin explained as he began writing out new equations for you to solve.

He took great care in making sure to double check the answers to ensure he’d be able to properly tutor you.

After getting the first more advanced one finished correctly, Anakin started his plan to give you a new reward.

“Look at you princess, you’re doing so well!” His voice flowing soothingly as he switched from sweet chaste kisses to nibbling and sucking on your neck.

You gasped, in a state of awe at the way he could turn those chaste kisses into something warm and wet and lingering. Those silky soft lips momentarily destroying your ability to think freely.

While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to sweeten the pot. One of his calloused hands defied any pre-conceived notions that one might associate with such an attribute. One might expect a man with hands like Anakin’s; large rough palms, long fingers, overall strong and veiny, to be brutish or rough.

Though it seemed he was naturally the direct opposite. One of those big strong hands slid from it’s resting place to slip beneath the hem of your shirt. Splaying those long fingers across the expanse of your lower abdomen, pressing gently, just enough to properly feel each breath you took from the rise and fall of your tummy.

After a moment of savoring this intimacy Anakin brought that same hand up over the fabric of your shirt once more. A slow ascent to cup your breast, remaining motionless despite the twitch of his finger that exposed his want for more than a simple touch.

After the next correct answer he finally allowed that eager twitch to bloom into small deliberate circles around your nipple. Sparingly brushing his thumb over the hardened nub in order to properly appreciate and enjoy the helpless whimper that escaped your lips each time.

“Next question?” You asked quietly, Anakin only mumbling a ‘yes’ against your skin as he kept up his slow sensual neck and shoulder kisses paired with both of his now hands softly massaging your breasts and nipples. The added squeeze of his palm was almost soothing. As though he aimed to tame the warming embers of desire that lay dormant beneath your skin.

"Atta girl," he praised, his voice low and husky.

"Now, let's try this one." He observed attentively while you struggled to focus on the task at hand.

He chuckled at the way you squirmed every so often and relented, now guiding you through each step while his hands continued their teasing exploration of your body.

"Almost there, I believe in you sweetheart." Somehow his words felt like the rays of afternoon summer sun that shone through the curtains. You imagined that this must be the equivalent to how your cat feels when he bathes in those rays.

“Well babydoll, this is how we’ll do your homework from now on! You’re doing so so good!” He praised you, reluctantly removing his hands from your breasts.

“You deserve alittle brain break okay?” He said, guiding your head to turn with one finger on your jaw.

Before you could speak Anakin slotted his lips against yours. His tongue swiping lightly across your bottom lip, a slight up turn of his mouth when you gasped. He gently, slowly probed your mouth with his tongue; savoring the unique flavor of you.

‘Raspberry tea and honey, yes, that’s it. That’s what she tastes like.’ He decided, locking that information away into the corner of his mind that was reserved for you. Though that corner was becoming much like the chair in the corner of your room that overflowed with clothes. A few more things stacked on top would topple the precarious pile, spilling all things you into every crack and crevice of his conscience.

Meanwhile you were currently short circuiting. The onslaught of completely foreign sensations he’d provided you with was beginning to quite literally fry your brain. You felt warm, mushy, like your brain was goo and your body was clay, ready and willing to be molded to Anakin in whatever new ways he saw fit.

He pulled back, a wide toothy grin taking over when he saw the glaze that had taken over your eyes. Those beautiful eyes, their rich color stolen away by the deep black of your pupil.

“See? You needed that huh?” He cooed, running his thumb down your jaw while we waited patiently for you to collect yourself enough to respond.

“Uh… uh huh.” You nodded slowly, your cheeks flushed and your throat feeling tight as stoked those ember-coals within you, now burning to form a red hot flame.

“Can I try something pretty girl?” He asked in that seductive whisper.

“Oh, ‘course daddy.” You breathed out, of course you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it meant you could have more of this.

“Thank you baby.” He whispered as he gently rolled the hem of your shirt up, guiding it up and over your head.

You whimpered, the cool air hitting your burning hot flesh making a cold shiver travel up your spine. You swear you heard a little moan coming from Anakin when he finally caught a glimpse of your bare back, and you were positive you heard one when he reached around once more to massage your breasts and toy with your nipples; he was so incredibly grateful to be rid of that pesky fabric barrier, and even more grateful that you never wore a bra at home.

He squeezed and pulled your nipples gently rolling them between his fore finger and thumb. The feeling was good, warm, and tingly; somehow even better than before. Inwardly you wanted to smack him for not taking off your shirt sooner.

A low moan left your lips Anakin reacting with a light chuckle and a sloppy kiss to the under side of your jaw.

“That's it, you're doing great," He praised, his voice dripping with pride; pride at how well you were responding to him.

He was proud of the you he was slowly bringing to the surface. Teasing the little minx that hid behind your innocence, he knew it was waiting for him. Ready for him to capture and keep it, to train it to feed from his palm.

"Now, let's try this one." He suggested, showing you another equation.

Now his fingers trailed slowly down your stomach towards the top of your shorts. He paused just above them, to follow the curve of the elastic cotton waistband with featherlight fingertips.

"This one might be a bit trickier, but remember, I believe in you." He cooed.

“Okay daddy.” You nodded, breathing heavier. “If you think I can do it.”

“I do princess.” *He reassured you.

Anakin's touch became increasingly bold, his fingers making their way to your inner thighs. Leaving tingling sensation to form between your legs, you jolted for a moment, that single flame of desire growing, burning hotter and hotter.

“Lift up sweetheart.” He whispered.

“M’kay.” You squeaked, your voice feeling small.

He gently removed your shorts, a satisfied hum rumbled in his chest when you sat back down and his hand returned to its rightful place between your thighs.

His teasing touch, the torturously gentle tracing of the edges of your panties making your wetness seep through the thin material of your underwear. He continued to stimulate your nipples, and switched to the opposite side of your neck, while he changed tactics on your lower half. Two fingers pressing lightly against that dampened cotton, massaging slowly, making you squirm slightly in response.

“Oh no, is that uncomfy?” He asked gently, concern in his tone.

“Yes,” You whimpered. “all tingly.”

“It won’t be for long alright princess? Daddy’s right here to help.” He promised, his lips against your ear lobe.

“But-“ You started, wanting to complain. Wanting to ask for more; more of what? Good question and only Anakin had that answer.

He tsks, shaking his head slightly. “Finish this one up sweetheart.”

You whined in response and huffed at not getting your way. But followed instructions regardless because Anakin was always right, he was always here to help, always here to guide you, and always gave in to your wants eventually. He couldn’t stand to tell you no, he just couldn’t do it. It was like it physically pained him to see your bottom lip in a pout.

He signed and applied alittle more pressure to encourage you to get back to your work.

A few agonizing minutes later he confirmed your answer was correct, resulting in your excited and eager reaction. You turned slightly to look back at Anakin expectantly,

He grinned, rolling his eyes. He knew exactly what you were doing, you were waiting for him to deal the next card in your new game.

"Perfect job darlin’ you got it on the first try!” He praised, nuzzling into your hair to smell the warm vanilla scent of it.

He tapped your thigh and you instinctively lifted your legs up. He cooed, soothing words while slipping your panties off and lifting you into his lap. Your wet pussy pressed against the large bulge in his pants, those two fingers slipping past your pussy lips. He coated his digits in your slick, dragging them back and forth, up and down your slit.

“Is that right? Did I do that one? I feel like it’s n-not right.” You asked him for help, and when he confirmed it was correct he dipped the very tip of his middle finger in between your soaking wet folds.

“That's right, baby girl." His voice was low and husky, though alittle richer, perhaps it could be described better as darker.

"Now let's try this one together." With a slow motion, he inserted his middle finger into you fully. As you struggled with keeping your sanity, trying to hold a pencil, and trying not to cry from the overwhelming urge for more, Anakin was merely breathing heavily. Occasionally grunting as your cunt fluttered around his finger, his cock throbbing against you.

"How does that feel?" He asked, his tone dripping with satisfaction at watching you squirm and writhe under his touch.

“I- I like it daddy. It feels good.” You whined, feeling him add a second finger and stretching you a bit. It burned, but in a good way.

“That’s right baby.” Anakin nodded. “It’s supposed to feel good, and I’ll make it even better after we get alllll this silly homework done okay?”

Anakin said as you bucked lightly against his palm, chuckling when he heard a low moan escape your lips as he curled his fingers and pushed them in slowly, dragging them back out even slower. The snail’s pace was tolerable, a thousand times more satisfactory compared to his mean and teasing touches before, though they still continually added to that growing fire pit of yours.

“That's it, baby girl." He praised, adding another finger to stretch you even more.

“Daddy.” You hissed, sucking air through your teeth.

“I know darlin’ it’s okay.” He soothed. “Just sit real still.”

You sniffled, accidentally wiggling a bit too much. “S’hurting daddy.”

He began to thrust his three long digits slowly in and out of you, his hips rocking rhythmically in time with his hands movements.

“Shhh. My little princess." Anakin's voice was filled with sympathy, his fingers moving slower inside you. His thumb starting to rub circles on your sensitive nub. “Daddy’s here, just trust me.”

Your furrowed eyebrows slowly turned into an upward swoop, your anxious lip biting coming to a halt as your jaw dropped open in a silent moan.

“That’s better isn’t it doll?” Anakin asked, a low hum reverberating from him after you responded with a rapid head nod and an experimental roll of your hips.

“Much better.” You breathed out a sigh of relief, his fingers starting up that slow pace again. His thumb flicking back and forth across your puffy little clit.

“This calculus is real hard huh?” He said.

“Yeah it is.” You mumbled, meaning to sound angry, but it really just sounded like a plea.

“Gimme your hand babydoll.” He softly commands.

You let him take your hand and guide it behind you, helping you wrap your delicate fingers around the rock hard bulge in his pants.

“Daddy…” You moaned as your body responded to the feel of his cock in your hand.

“Do you know what a cock is? What it looks like? What it’s for?” He asked slowly and you giggled, nodding in response to his questions.

“Have you ever touched one?” You vehemently said no absolutely not.

“Well daddy is gonna pull out his cock, and help you settle down on it alright? We’ll go real slow and gentle; you tell me immediately if you want me to stop okay?” He explained while softly gliding his hand through your hair, while continuing his slow exploration of the warm, gummy walls of your cunt.

“Can I see?” You asked timidly.

“Of course doll. You can touch it too if you want.” He said softly, removing his fingers from your tight hole.

He took a minute to admire the creamy slick gathered on his digits before offering you one of his fingers.

“Do you wanna know what you taste like?” His voice dark and almost sinister.

You didn’t answer, just parted your lips and let the tip of your tongue hang out. He smirked and slipped his index finger past your lips and rubbed it on your tongue. Your nose scrunched up for a moment, the taste unfamiliar and strange, but it was easy to get used to.

He chuckled, removing it so that he could properly clean each finger with his lips and tongue. Sucking each digit thoroughly, moaning with his eyes fluttering closed at the first taste.

“So sweet.” He whispered.

“Hop up and turn around for me sweetheart.” He said, pinching your ass cheek playfully, just hard enough to make you yelp.

You did as requested and settled back on his thighs. His face was just as red as yours felt. His pupils dilated beyond belief, his bare chest had a thin sheen of sweat. His plump bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he finally got a good look at you.

He had wanted to wait. To wait until he couldn’t stand it any longer. The teasing was for him just as much as it was for you. The reward of such a long and torturous game was well and wholly worth it. To finally see you like this. Flushed and wanton, needy for his cock.

Those tits. God those fucking tits… he moaned cupping them in his hands again. They were beautiful when he could see them from behind you, looking down at them from over your shoulder. But up close and in his face? Stunning. Absolutely breathtakingly stunning.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered, entranced temporarily before he snapped out of it and realized this was not one of his sick and twisted dreams.

Oh and how he had dreamed. Night after night, waking up and having to palm his cock roughly just to get enough relief to go back to sleep, only to wake up the next morning and spend half his time in the shower fucking his fist and desperately wishing it were your tight little cunt.

This was real. He had you, completely naked, drooling and sopping wet, putty in his hands.

“Daddy is gonna make you feel so so good after your homework is done.” He smiled, dreamy and spaced out.

“Pull out my cock baby.” He encouraged, taking your wrists in each hand and helping you pull his pants and boxers down his thighs.

Anakin's cock sprang free from his pants, standing erect and proud before your wide eyes. It was thick and veiny, slightly curved upward towards his belly button.

“Ani…” You whimpered worried about what to do, how to properly do this, if you should do this. You wanted to, needed to. But should you?

“What’re you thinking doll?” Anakin asked, his hands on either side of you running his knuckles up and down your tummy soothingly.

“Am I gonna get in trouble?” You whispered.

“What?” He asked, in confusion. “Why would you get in trouble sweetheart?”

“Well, ‘cause of this…” You mumbled.

“Babydoll.” He cooed, his thumb and forefinger pinching your chin and tilting your head back so he could look directly in your eyes. “You won’t be in trouble. I’m your stepfather right?”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded.

“So that means I get to help make the rules around here doesn’t it?” He said soothingly, cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You nodded, a small smile beginning to form on your lips. You were beginning to see his reasoning and justification clearly.

“So it would be silly for you to get in trouble for something I said was okay wouldn’t it?” He smiled softly.

You giggled, nodding. Happy that he answered your question, amazed as always that he was so easily able to wash away your worries and concerns.

“There’s my little princess.” He cooed, rubbing his nose against yours. “Are you ready now?”

“Yes Ani.” You nodded with a smile, kneeling over his dick.

His large hand grabbing the base, holding his visibly throbbing cock steady as he slowly pushed the head against your tight entrance.

"Just relax, baby doll," He whispered in your ear, his other hand gripping your waist tightly to help guide you down his length. "Just breathe in and out slowly."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you put your arms around his neck and took comfort in the way he took control and made you feel safe even when you were so vulnerable in his arms. You were trusting him with a lot right now, the most intimate and sacred side of yourself.

“Anakin… oh gods.” You gasped in pain as he pushed in farther. He rolled his hips gently, popping your hymen, groaning when he felt that precious little thing snap.

“Shhh it’s okay, I won’t move anymore for now.” He held your hips firmly in place, allowing you to bury your face in his neck in an attempt to steady your breath as he did the same.

Your pussy involuntarily clenched around his cock as he shifted, making you wince in dull pain and Anakin grunt in pleasure at the constricting tightness.

"That's a good girl," He praised, his voice hoarse as he forced himself to maintain control. "You're doing great, just relax."

His hands moved down from your hips to squeeze and support your ass cheeks. Leaning in for a kiss, letting out a questioning hum as he ever so slowly started lowering you again. You nodded, letting him know it was okay despite the prickly sensation of tears forming in your eyes.

You focused on his tongue, on his hands, on the racing of his heart beneath your palm.

"Let me know if you need me stop, okay?" He broke the kiss to lovingly ask. “I don’t want to hurt you sweetheart.”

“I will Ani.” You promised, nodded vigorously as he slowly, steadily impaled you on his cock.

“Jesus.” Anakin whined, breathy and strained as he finally bottomed out. Buried to the hilt, feeling comforted in know that you would soon adjust to his size, and he wouldn’t be hurting your poor little weeping pussy anymore.

He hated to see you in pain, and knowing he was the cause was really, really killing him. It was inevitable of course. You were gonna end up speared on his dick sooner or later, and while he was thrilled that it was sooner, he just wishes he could’ve found a way to make it alittle easier on you.

“Be real still, just relax, get used to the feeling doll.” He cooed, soothing hands running up and down your spine.

“Yes Ani.” You whined, thankful for the chance to adjust to feeling so… full.

"Now, let's finish these final problems together, okay?" He said, his voice huskier than usual as he picked up the paper with the remaining equations. “Get your mind off the hurt okay?”

You held the notebook and kept working on one of the equations while Anakin latched on to your nipples and bit down gently.

“Ah!” You yelped, wincing as his bite made you jolt, your cunt squeezing his cock. “Anakin!”

He chuckled kissing your neck and massaging your ass cheeks. “Sorry baby.”

"You know, you're doing really well," he said, his voice full of satisfaction. "I'm impressed with how quickly you've learned it all. This is definitely going to be the way I help you study from now on." Anakin smiled, kissing you softly.

“Almost done.” You whined, scribbling frantically on the page. Trying your best to sit still.

“Baby.” Anakin growled. “Stop wiggling unless you want me to start training you to hold this big fucking cock in your tight little cunt all damn day.”

“Sorry daddy! Didn’t mean too!” You sniffled. “just feels so full, I need to move.” You whimpered, biting your lip.

You were getting impatient with waiting and sick of this stupid math homework and really, really, really impatient for Anakin to help you fuck yourself on his cock.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled, slowly lifting you a little before thrusting up in again.

You sat there, spread out wide on your step daddy’s massive cock. His callous fingers rubbing tight circles on your poor little clit as he fucked you so, so slowly to stop your wriggling and squirming.

“You’re a real good teacher Ani.” You moaned, finishing up the last equation and fighting the urge to moan and cum right then and there just from that tiny bit of relief. “All done.”

Anakin's eyes lit up at your words of praise, his cock twitching inside you in response.

"That's my good girl! So smart." He praised, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with more strength than before.

His hands gripped your ass firmly and lifted you up and down his cock until you got the hang of the movement. Slowly picking up the pace once you started a low string of moans that Anakin’s hungry mouth swallowed up in a kiss.

“Reach down and play with your clit while you bounce on my cock.” He ordered.

“yes daddy.” You squeaked in response, whining in relief as you started circling your neglected clit.

“That's it, baby girl." Anakin groaned, his hips moving faster as you found your rhythm.

"You're so fucking good at this.” He praised, his head falling back on the couch cushion.

As you got more confident in your movements he started to meet you halfway with his own thrusts, his cock hitting your G-spot relentlessly, you could feel your orgasm building up rapidly. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers of pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders that you gripped tightly for balance.

“I knew you’d be good,” He moaned. “your body is made for me, it’s perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.”

“Y-yeah daddy.” You whispered on the verge of orgasm. “M’feeling something.”

“Fuck. Th-that’s right doll, I told you I’d make you feel good didn’t I?” He moaned, his voice dark with possessiveness.

Anakin growled low in his throat, his grip on your asscheeks tightening almost painfully. He bit down hard on your neck, leaving a mark as evidence of your sinful affair.

"You're about to cum. That’s what that feeling is darlin’ don’t fight it, just let go." He panted between erratic thrusts, his breath hot against your throat. “Once I make you cum it means you’re mine and mine only. Do you want that?”

“Yes daddy.” You agreed, slurring your words as your body tensed up. “I wanna be only yours.” You were practically drooling as you came violently around his cock, flooding his lap with your juices.

Anakin groaned loudly, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. The intensity of the fact that he’d given you your first orgasm, that he’d properly and officially earned your virginity, made him feral. His cock twitched and pulsed inside you, releasing wave after wave of hot seed into your tight channel.

“God damn,” he hissed out. “such a good girl, letting me fuck this pretty little pussy full of my cum.”

You whined at his praise, grinding down on his cock when you felt the strange but good sensation of stickiness coat your walls.

"Fuck, baby doll." He panted heavily, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he rode out his own climax. "God you just made me cum s-so fuckin’ hard.”

He stilled his movements and yours to catch his breath, nuzzling your neck and holding you close as he whispered sweet nothings into your hair. He pulled back after a moment, looking down at your disheveled state, he grinned widely, licking his lips in satisfaction.

“Did I do good?” You asked with a wobbly lip. Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, overstimulated to the point of tears. “did I make you happy and proud daddy?”

“Oh, you did more than just make me happy and proud, baby girl." Anakin's eyes glittered with something dark, something… a little scary as he gazed down at you.

“You’re gonna make me a fine little baby momma too.” He growled, his hand reaching out to trace gentle circles on your stomach. “Aren’t you?”

Part Two (final part)

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ficnation · 3 months ago

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Dead Girl Walkin'#1

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: sickness, usual the walking dead themes

Word count: 500+

A/n: So I had this little idea for a one-shot for a while now, it was supposed to be just something really really short but it kinda turned out to be more than that, so it'll be a smoll shortie series of flashbacks and late night conversations between Daryl and Rick, maybe someone else too??? We shall see. Hope you enjoy it!

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NEXT CHAPTER

The fire crackles between them, casting long shadows on the ground. The night is quiet—too quiet—but neither of them seems to mind.

“I had someone… 'fore it all began,” Daryl mutters, breaking the silence.

Rick glances at him, just for a second, before casting his gaze back to the fire. He doesn’t push, doesn’t ask. If Daryl wants to talk, he’ll let him.

Daryl exhales, shaking his head. “Real dead girl walkin’.” A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Would’ve fit right in.”

Rick frowns, waiting.

“She’d have liked me callin’ her that, too,” Daryl continues, voice quieter now. “Had a sick sense of humor. Always laughin’ at shit she shouldn’t. Couldn’t ever tell if she was tough as hell or just didn’t give a damn.” He huffs. “Got along with Merle, though. Ain’t many could say that.”

Rick tilts his head. “That so?”

“Yeah. Thought he was funny. Thought I was funny, too.” Daryl lets out a breath, almost a laugh. “Never did get why.”

A beat of silence stretches between them before Rick asks, “What happened to her?”

Daryl’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t look up. “Hell if I know,” he mutters. “She was barely survivin’ before the end of the fuckin’ world. Always sick, never gettin’ out much. Was born like that.”

Rick watches him carefully, but Daryl just stares into the fire, lost in his own head.

It was a shitty day, too damn hot, and Daryl was already in a bad mood when he stomped up the rusted steps of the trailer.

Merle had dragged him out here to some backwoods lot, said they were meetin’ up with an old buddy for some “business.” Daryl didn’t ask too many questions.

But when the trailer door swung open, the last thing he expected to see was a girl—no older than him—leaning in the doorway with a cigarette between her lips and an amused look in her eyes.

“Merle Dixon,” you drawled, exhaling smoke. “Figured that was your ugly mug pullin’ up.”

Daryl blinked. You were pale—like real pale, the kind that don’t see much sun. Dark circles under your eyes, too, like you never slept. But there was somethin’ about you, the way you looked at him like you already knew him.

“And you,” you said, flicking your cigarette. “You must be Baby Dixon.”

Daryl scowled. “The hell’d you just call me?”

You grinned, tapping your temple. “Good guess. You just got that look, y’know? Like a kicked dog with a temper.”

Merle barked out a laugh, slapping Daryl on the back. “Shit, girl, you nailed ‘im.”

Daryl huffed, crossing his arms. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”

You leaned against the doorframe, smirking. You introduced yourself like you were proud of your name. “Ain’t got no fancy title like ‘Baby Dixon,’ though. Guess you’ll just have to come up with somethin’ for me.”

Daryl scoffed. “How ‘bout ‘pain in my ass’?”

Your laugh was loud and real, shaking your head. “I like you, Dixon.”

He rolled his eyes, but damn it if he didn’t kinda like you, too.

Daryl swallows hard, the memory fading. He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his face.

“She’d have made it fun,” he says, voice rough. “This whole end-of-the-world shit.”

Rick doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, finally—

“What’d you call her?”

Daryl huffs a quiet laugh. “Dead Girl.” His throat tightens. “She thought it was funny.”

Rick nods, watching as Daryl pokes at the fire with a stick, lost in thoughts of a girl long gone.

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kuro-is-doodlin · 6 months ago

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It happens

It's such a rush today! You believe it's been a while since you had to run around like that. People keep coming in and out, the flow is just too much. You can hardly keep up, and-

!BONK!

"NYA!"

The counter welcomes your side with a big, biiiig hug. It made you do the noise! The noise you hate! Ugh!

You stumble a little and fall back, leaning against the back wall.

"Mgrjfjtkgk.... Blind spot..."

Some customers ask if you're okay, you wave your hand in a "Yeah, I need a minute" manner but..you feel your head get warm, and your hearing get a bit worse. Soon, the familiar buzzing joins the party. You know all too well that's about to happen, and it sucks. Maybe you should warn them so they don't freak out? Yeah you should, that would be better. Yeah that's nice. You should-... Huh. That's a weird place in here. It's a dark void, yet it feels so white and blinding. Where even are you? What were you doing by the way? Is this a dream? Probably, you feel like people are talking to you, yet you don't really see or hear anyone. You feel like you're speaking, too, but you don't. You're definitely dreaming. You try to move and.. there's a weird resistance? So you try harder! You frantically move your left hand, the right just a little, but now they won't stop! What even is that dream? Is it a dream? Or are you dead? Wait could you be? Because of what?

rin....

No you're definitely alive, you're just too cozy in your bed. Speaking of that, you'll probably have to wake up soon and go to work. Urgh..

ove a-ay!

Oh haha, weird.. You see the floor. Did you fall asleep in a random store or something? Oh wait that's bad. People are gonna think you're so weird! Why are you even sleeping here?? You have to say something! You.. can't really speak?

come on buddy..

Woah... Your legs are in the air... Some lady is holding them, you swear you know her...

Give them some space!•

"Mmh..."

•There we go... Welcome back.•

Oh right... It happened.

"Woah, I was gone there for a second. Heh, sorry. I'm okay no need to worry. Just a harmless faint, happens when I fall down."

|Sif are you alright??|

•They said they were. Probably had a vasovagal syncope, my neighbor used to do that. You had a couple of spasm too, does it usually happen?•

"Yyep... That's the funny word. Thanks for the legs. I'm good now."

She let go of your legs, and you slowly sit back up, taking your time to totally clear your mind on the floor. You see your boss on the side, looking over with a worried eye as he helps your colleagues with the unfinished orders.

"Also the jitters are occasional but they're never a problem."

That was quite a scene you just did, huh?

•Alright, if everything's fine... Move away people, there's nothing to see.•

She gives a bad eye around, and return to her seat. That's why she was familiar ! Every time she comes, she always chose the same spot, a calm corner, a bit further away from everyone. You never really talked but you are always so curious about what she's about. Turns out she's nice! Probably.

|Can you get up?...|

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Thanks Isa."

You smile as he offers his arm. You gladly accept it and hold on to it, getting up.

"Ow... Right. That'll leave a bruise alright."

±Go get some rest, I will handle it for a couple of minutes..±

Huh... Well that's nice of him. Your boss is always so.. distant and cold. But he has a weird dad vibe to him. You will never tell but.. you kinda like him.

"Thank you Keith. I'll take a few minutes."

±You are welcome.±

With Isabeau helping you move, you sink into one of the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh. A little bit of snoozing wouldn't hurt.

|I'll keep an eye out for your boss, have a nice rest Sif.|

"Mhm, thanks Isa.."

#isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #isat fanart #siffrin #art #fanart #digital art #On the house AU #isat au #isat odile #Siffrin does the faints #but don't worry #they're okay #also i depicted exactly how it happens for me so it's weird and shit #but le fun

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queenofapeacefuldawn · 1 year ago

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SxF Crack Theory: The Identity Of [REDACTED]'s Father

Hear me out here.... but, maybe, Twilight's father could be Yuri's boss, aka, the SSS Lieutenant.

Now, this might be a crack/joke theory, but here is the evidence I have to back up my claim (yes, I'm presenting it because I'm just Like That):

(Warning: Manga spoilers ahead)

Exhibit A: Physical Characteristics

Here is a picture of Agent Twilight:

Here is a picture of Yuri's boss (who, from now in, will be referred to as YB, for my own convenience):

We can see that Twilight and YB have very similar facial characteristics: bluish-grey eyes, blond hair, and a similar face shape (nose, jaw).

We never see Twilight's father's full face: only the lower half, because he has presumably forgotten his face, along with his mother's (King of Emotional Repression™️), but we can see that his jawline and shape of his mouth are very similar to Adult Twilight.

Oh, and look at that- rather pronounced cheekbones, if I do say so myself. Where else did I see those? Hmmm

Exhibit B: Ambiguous Fate

During the War Arc, we're never told about [REDACTED]'s father's fate. We just know he never returns to his family: and the reason why he left for the very last time, was that, "Things have been heating up at the border. I need to take a little business trip." The fact that his, a (presumably) rather important man's, body was never recovered: nor were [REDACTED] or his mother informed of his death. Of course, his body could have been lost in the bombings, or the part of [REDACTED] finding out about his father's dead could have been omitted, but for most of the part, we're left to assume about his father's dead. And... this sounds familiar to another instance...

Like the instance of [REDACTED]'s friends. He (and we) assumed they'd died in the warehouse as children, but later we see that they're alive and in the army (only to die a second time, RIP), but this time, for their deaths to be confirmed: for [REDACTED] to only receive their dog tags after the failed campaign.

This may have been a setup: for Endo to reintroduce [REDACTED]'s father, later in the story, as YB.

Anyway, one thing I've learned after reading and watching so many books, comics, and TV shows: never assume a person's dead, not unless their body/proof of their death has been explicitly shown. This belief was only reinforced after [REDACTED]'s friends.

And, [REDACTED]'s father's last known place was around the Westalian-Ostanian border. He could have escaped in the crossfire, theoretically...

Exhibit C: Fatherly Nature (?)

We all love a good found-family dynamic in the workplace. It's there with WISE, it's there with Garden, and it's kinda there with the SSS.

My main argument about this stems from the chapter which focuses on Yuri's work.

We see YB continuously worry about Yuri's physical health, in panels like:

Obviously, this doesn't happen only in this chapter. Whenever Yuri's there, YB is also there, yelling at him to a) go to sleep, or b) STOP GETTING HIT BY BUSSES OH MY FUCKING GOD IT CAN'T HAPPEN SO MANY TIMES TO ONE PERSON-

And, of course, there's the Yuri Sick Fic chapter:

Not gonna lie, this point is extremely weak, if I brought this up in court I'd be laughed out of there-

Anyway, I just wanted to put this in.

If it does turn out that YB is [REDACTED]'s father then. Bestie. Buddy. How are you managing to be a better father-figure to some insolent kid who gets hit by busses than you were to your actual son, like 20 years ago. Maybe he learned along the way.

Exhibit D: Symbolism (???)

Oh, look, another point I'm pulling out of my ass! But whatever, you're reading it <3

During the War Arc, we see Twilight sustain two major injuries:

One, as a child, when his home is bombed:

And two, as an adult, in the army:

and these injuries are both to his left eye.

Of course, this has given rise to theories of him not being able to see his left eye, it being his blind spot, and Yor guarding his blind spot on missions, etc., etc., which I love bc ✨Twiyor✨

Getting back on point, if we look at YB, we see that he has injuries too... or rather, remnants of them, what with the scars he has...

which, are also on his left eye. Huh! Interesting... this might just be me, but could this be parallels to how similar he and his father were? Are? His father also wanted peace between Ostania and Westalis: but he taught his child that in a very harsh manner (by slapping him), but Twilight wants to teach Anya that in a kind manner. Whenever we see him teaching her, he never loses his cool with her (of course, he loses a lot of hope, but this man's a pessimist, what can we do).

Also shows how much kinder Twilight is, compared to his father.

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Of course, these points are very weak, and it might just be that Endo reused some character designs for efficiency, but let me be, ok!! This is a crack theory!!! Let me be a clown!!!! AKDFJSJF

If I'm being honest, this post was inspired by a convo I'd had with my friend, around the time Chapter 86 was released. She was theorizing that [REDACTED]'s dad is the Shopkeeper, and I was theorizing it was this dude. Of course, our theorizing was sidetracked by Chapter 86, and a certain panel within it, but... WHATEVER.

So, what are your thoughts? Obviously, my own theory is very weak (for example, why would the SSS accept a Westalian citizen into their ranks? Why would he even join the SSS? Could he have defected? Abandoned his wife and kid?), but this was fun to think about, lol. What are your theories? I think the Shopkeeper-is-the-dad theory and the YB-is-his-dad theory are both cool, so, what do you think?

(Also, yeah, I know, his dad could very well be dead. I just refuse to believe it, bc I'm just Like That <3)

#spy x family #sxf #spy x family manga #spy x family headcanon #spy x family theory #spy x family manga spoilers #spy x family anime #agent twilight #loid forger #yuri briar #sss lieutenant

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demonicelovator · 5 days ago

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Okay so this is a bit dark, and I’m kinda hesitant to post it, but when the finale episodes were first coming out me and me friend talked about what would happen if Chase and everyone except for Buddy died and I came up with a sort of Ghost Chase au. I don’t have the motivation to do anything else with this idea but heres a drawing and little story based around it.

The story’s below the cut

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He's dead.

Theyre all dead. Theyre dead and noone else cares except for me.

Its their own fauly. Chase shouldve just handed over his key when he could, if he had he could be living a normal life.

…

If he did buddy wouldnt have gotten attached. So attached that hes sat in his poor excuse for a room, desperatly trying to keep himself from crying so loud that he alerts the members of ex libris that hes back, getting comfort from his key of all things, and mourning the loss of the boy who onve inhabited the corpse currently slumped against him.

Buddy was pathetic, he shouldn’t have let it get to this point. He should have just gotten the heroine key and done his job before chase could find new keys, before Deacon and Prunella could start completing stories as well, before Buddy got close enough to Chase for him to feel a need to apologize to buddy, before they got trapped in a book that was being ruined somewhere in the real world, before Prunella and Deacon died, before Chase died, before-

“Hey!” Shouted violet, shaking him from his spiral of thoughts “Are you even listening to me? You need to pay better attention when people speak to you ***** the members won’t be happy with you if you space out like this in conversation!”

“R-right sorry..” it was hard to not sink into his own mind right now.

Violet huffed, changing to look a bit more sympathetic. “I understand that this is a lot for you, and that you want to greive the loss of this… boy.. but you need to at least pretend to act the same as usual! If they catch onto you…”

“I won’t let that happen”buddy whispered

“Good. Now you need to wipe those tears and make yourself presentable alright?” Violet put her hands on her hips, looking very stern. “You are going to go to ex libris, and say that the keyholders got trapped in a damaged book, rendering their keys useless, and you will turn me in to them. Under no circumstances will you mention the corpse in your room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, i understand. Can i just- can i have a moment first?”

“You’ve already had a moment *****!”

“Buddy.”

“What?l

“Call me Buddy.”

“Goodness, fine, just don’t ask the members to call you tha-“ Violet paused as Buddy pushed the miniature letter Chase gave him towards her. “What? What is this?”

“It’s a letter, for you.. Chase gave it to me, said it was from silver.”

“Oh.. Thank you.. Buddy.”

“You’re welcome, take your time.” Buddy began to lean against the bed frame, hands falling onto his lap. “Once your done I’ll get ready”

“Alright..” whispered violet, she seemed lost in her own world, absorbed by the small envelope she’d been given.

Buddy tilted his head back, resting it on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. He felt numb.

As Buddy was beginning to space out, he heard a voice whispering to him. Turning his head to try to find the source of the voice, he noticed a familiar face. Buddy jumped forward spinning around to look at the face.

“W- what the hell…” buddy whispered

“Wait! Hang on you can actually see me?” Chase said as he floated out from behind the bed, moving to float just over the edge. “Woah, thats awesome Buddy!”

“You- You’re supposed to be dead!”

“I am dead, thats literally my corpse right there dude.” He pointed as he began to sit.

“But- Chase, how can you be-“

“Ever heard of ghosts?”

“Buddy!” Violet interrupted “who are you talking to!?”

“Wh- you cant see him?”

“See who? Whatever, I’ve finished reading my letter, thank you for delivering it by the way, you need to get ready to meet with ex libris.”

“Yeah Buddy! Quit procrastinating and do your job!” Teased the ghost

“Leave me alone, you didn’t just cry for almost half an hour” Buddy mumbled as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Fair enough”

Buddy couldn’t understand how he could be so calm about this.

#cinderella boy #chase cinderella boy #nox cinderella boy #buddy cinderella boy #ghost au #character death #violet cinderella boy

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lologoinsolo · 2 months ago

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I should be working on literally all my other stuff but also I was reading Single Dad Simon, by shotmrmiller (go read it. Now!!) and got inspired. Problem is…. I also got inspired by the Walking Dead sooooooooooooo

TW: Zombies, slightly edited and kinda abrupt ending

You can’t believe your luck. You really can’t, you’ve been running on fumes trying to survive this nightmare of a planet. No one believed that zombies could exist, you faintly remember the rumors that sprouted up in America. But no one paid attention to it, why would they? Man eating monsters that cause an infection to burn through your body making you turn on your loved ones? Yeah… sure, buddy.

Unfortunately for you, and everyone else, it’s real though. Very fucking real especially with the hoard that’s barreling down your way. They’re groaning and moaning, skin a sickly color and black gums signaling their infection along with clouded, starving eyes. Surprisingly for their decaying minds and body they can still run and if you were of the more athletic figure then maybe you’d have gotten away quicker.

You ended up shoving yourself through the back entrance of a gas station. Had to leave your backpack of preserves, extra clothing, and bandages behind to fit through since the damn door wouldn’t open all the way. You didn’t forgo your knife nor your flashlight and you’re glad you kept it on hand. Two dead zombies lay on the ground with single bullet holes through their temple. The hair on your neck prickles at the thought that maybe you aren’t alone. “Shit,” you don’t carry a gun with you, loud noises encourages the dead to come around after all but in times like these… you wish had something more than a knife. You ease around the corner after barricading the back door better so you can take your time exploring.

Your flashlight works fairly well but there are flickering lights on once you get to the front of the store. “Might be a separate generator?” Murmuring to yourself, electricity and water in buildings are rare nowadays. The windows to the gas station are all boarded up haphazardly, quickly even from how there’s blankets strewn across what the boards couldn’t hide. There’s still food in here, not much nutritional wise but beggars can’t be choosers. And there is blood by the register, you check for something bad and you are glad to say there isn’t anything worth a hassle.

It isn’t until you get closer to the breakroom that you hear a noise. A man muttering something in a hushed, quiet voice. His back is towards you but he’s swaying side to side, elbows moving up and down. He’s holding something, he can’t be a zombie his skin isn’t sickly looking. Just a very rich brown, plus no zombie moves like that. With their body decaying so much it’s hard for them to move. Either way, you should probably leave because if he turns around he mi—

Creakkkk

Your eyes widen when the door you were leaning against gives you away. The man jerks around and whips his gun out. The barrel elongated with a silencer, his eyes as sharp as a whip as he zeros in on you. He doesn’t shoot though just stares you down even as you sputter.

“I-I… uh,” waving your hands, “not a zombie, not a zombie!” You fear moving back would make him shot. Him turned to you allows you to see a small bundle in his free arm, tiny little hand wiggling and grasping. “A—“ your words die when his brows narrow. “I’m sorry,” you say quickly, “there’s a hoard out there and I ran in here from the back door to hide, look.” You slowly grab your knife and place it on the floor before kicking it to him. “I’m unarmed.” You say truthfully and you hope he’ll be kind enough to not actually shoot you now.

He flicks down to your knife and then looks back at you. He doesn’t sheath his gun but he does finally speak, “I had that door barricaded.” There’s a calculating look to him that breaks when his baby starts crying a little, poor thing might be hungry or tired or whatever babies do. “Shh, little one,” he murmurs once more but this time he lowers his gun. He must’ve deemed you safe enough and you won’t do anything to ruin that.

“Bad time to have a baby with you, yeah?” Curse your stupid mouth. You’re sweating bullets when he gives you a look. His brow quirked high, eyeing you up and down, a ‘really, right now?’ kinda look to him. You think this might be it since he could take a offense to your remark. He’s got the damn gun after all but… he grins a little.

“Sorry, love,” rolling his eyes as he calms his baby. “Could’t find a babysitter around here, too many bad reviews.”

You blink and then you laugh. A real genuine laugh, “I’ll be on the lookout for one then. I think I saw some numbers when I was running.” You catch a breath you didn’t know escaped you. You’re slow in your descent to sit, you don’t make a move to come closer to him or his baby. Too afraid that you’ll move the wrong way and he’ll shoot you even now after joking.

He only nods a thanks, he looks tired and exhausted. Everyone does but you can’t imagine running around with a baby that’s probably under one. His gun is sheaths to his thigh holster, easy access to grab, as he cups the back of his little one’s head. You can respect the need for easy access, you wish you had your bat still. You lost that one about 2 weeks ago, the wood had splintered as you used it to hit a zombie with riot gear on.

“You alone?”

You perk up once more when he speaks. There’s a warning in the air to tell the truth and you do so willingly. “I’m by myself, sir. I was in a group but that was when this whole mess started. I left when I didn’t think it was safe, they started acting really weird.” Blabbing more when anxious, what can you say? You don’t know him, he doesn’t know you. He could still kill you… “so, yeah… kinda on my own. Well not kinda— more like… am? I mean, I am. That’s not a question but a fact. I just— why are you laughing?”

He listened intently in the beginning but with the way you’re acting he couldn’t stop himself. Makes sense though, he can’t blame you for being worried. “Sorry, thought you were about to talk my ear off. Put my little one right to sleep,” well not really, his baby start snoozing before he asked.

“Well, excuse me for talking.” Grumbling once more and that small grin on his face widens. Your arms crossed as your knee wiggles up and down. After some time you tell him your name and he in turn tells you his.

“Garrick, Kyle Garrick,” saying his name firmly, almost military like. Now that you think about it, he might be military. He has that air about him from how his shoulders are pulled back and he’s standing firm like a rod. He looks pretty athletic too, even with the jeans and hoodie you can tell he’s got muscle.

“Nice to meet you, Kyle.” Leaning back on the wall and you mean it. You can’t remember the last time you spoke to someone or a guy. You feel a bit more at ease now with knowing his name. He’s handsome, that’s for sure, he definitely would’ve turned your head if you saw him walking down the street. Your heart does squeeze when you look to the sleeping little bundle, their mama… what happened to her?

He follows your line of sight, protective in every sense of the word as he holds his baby closer. “You can stay till morning.” He says firmly, “but you’ll leave after. Got it?” His finger taps on his holstered gun and you nod quickly. You knew it was only a matter of time before he said that, at least he’s letting you stay the night.

“Yup,” pointing a thumbs up with no argument in sight, “definitely. No worries on my end.” There’s a corner in the room you could sleep in but also… he might not want you to sleep in here. You stand up slowly, “I’ll sleep in the front.” He watches as you stand and make your way out. You shut the door for him, he doesn’t seem worried about the food in the front. Maybe he’s got a secret stash, you’re not gonna try your luck to see if he does though.

You find a corner in the front, you turn the lights off before trying to get some sleep. You don’t want to attract any unwanted moths and settle in as best as you can. You’d take the blankets off the window but it’s better the glass is covered instead of you. No one alive would be able to peak in and no one dead should be able to either.

Rolling your neck, you sigh when you feel something pop. Your backpack is outside and you’ll have to grab that come first light. Hopefully no one stole it or was kicked around by the dead. You find your sleep after you counted your sheep only to be awoken god knows how many hours later to a screaming baby and groaning against the glass.

Shit

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munchy-k · 10 months ago

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danmei list that no one asked for (long post incoming)

ok so I've accumulated a pretty decent list of danmei that aren't as well known and I want to talk about them!! so here we go! these aren't in any particular order btw

Nan Chan

an aloof, listless immortal and a very hungry caterpillar fish demon go on an adventure to retrieve a runaway bell 🔔. and also they both have amnesia. CUE ANGSTY BACKSTORY REVEAL!!!! 🔪🔪🔪

I'm sure it's to no ones surprise that this is first because I'm a SLUT for nan chan. if nan chan has one fan it is ME and if there r no fans I am DEAD!! I love this novel so much it has the perfect combination of painful angst and sweet sweet lovin' !! the main couple's relationship makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside 🥺👉👈 (probably because I am a touch love language girly and these bitches be touching!!!) and I LOVE the characters sm. especially my little meow meow Jing Lin and his adorable little stone figure. I live for the interactions between Cang Ji and the stone figure! it may be a little difficult to read the first time around since the plot gets a little convoluted but it all makes sense in the end! 10/10 really recommend!!

How to Survive as a Villain

transmigration plot! rich ceo gets transported to a novel as the villain emperor and gets buddy buddy with the novel's MC so he doesn't get killed. ends up buddying too close to the sun and accidentally becomes the leading lady. drama ensues!

this is another favorite of mine!! this one is another good mix of angst and romance and the MC is so funny and likeable. there are also two cute side couples which is always fun! (one of them is f/f so it gets extra brownie points with me🤭) its also not too complicated which makes it great for casual reading ^^ p.s. this one has an official eng tl now! its being published thru rosmei (like nanchan) so it has to be ordered thru a 3rd party distributor but I think its worth reading 👀

Living to Suffer/ Till Death Do Us Part

living to suffer: ancient wuxia style prequel where the characters meet as a humble doctor and member of a demonic sect and their fate intertwines. this one has a BE

till death do us part: early to mid 1900s setting sequel. the reincarnated characters meet again as a elementary school teacher and rich playboy and face the struggles of having a relationship. this one has a bittersweet ending

THIS...... OK THESE NOVELS... let me tell you something. this made me SOB. oh my god especially the ending of TDDUP. I saw a review saying "I honestly could believe there lived a Shen Liangsheng and a Ch'in Ching, and that they fell in love..." and hard agree because something about this story felt so real?? which made it all the more intriguing and heartbreaking!! its set around the time of the japanese invasion of china and the cultural revolution so it does talk a lot about politics but it wasn't a difficult read imo. BUT BE WARNED! there is a LOT of smut. (not rly vanilla either..) and the relationship does get pretty toxic at times 😬 but it gets better by the end of the book and the toxicity actually does add to the story and character development. if u give it a try please read the prequel (living to suffer) first!

After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

a deputy prime minister MC who's powerful, high-maintenance, and hated by the public is arranged to marry a laid-back general who is much loved and praised (but also rumored to be cursed!). this is an arranged marriage + enemies to lovers novel

I'm actually in the middle of rereading this one rn 👀. I think this one is also good for casual reading since it isn't very complicated. in the beginning the interactions between the main couple r rly funny because they just clash all day long lol. its also got a little angst sprinkled in 😎👍 I did see some reviews saying that the MC is not likeable since he does some kinda bad things and he's stuck up but I still liked him idk 😭 I feel like his flaws made him more interesting

Married Thrice to Salted Fish

a doctor MC who only wishes to study medicine (and poison oop) gets arranged to marry a guy whos dying. turns out that guy has been taken over by a transmigrator! transmigrator ML then proceeds to die and come back as someone else.. more than once 😭

if you love a couple that schemes together then this is the novel for you! the MC in this book kinda reminds me of the MC from the book I mentioned right above. (these titles too long man 😅) I found the repeated "reincarnation" plot to be pretty interesting. the interactions between the couple were pretty amusing as well and since the ML is from modern times he randomly uses modern slang. MC even picks some lingo up from him loll

Xiao Jiu

about a 9th prince MC whos trying to win the heart of the emperor's cold and aloof bodyguard! call him the prince of rizz because it works eventually 😎 this is an age gap romance with a smidge of angst and political drama

this a short and sweet story! the ML is described as cold a lot but he actually becomes rly sweet and warm later on so he isn't one of those stone faced characters. I don't have much else to say about this besides "its cute, I like it" 😅

Guanshan Muyu

wife-chasing crematorium story! it's about a outlaw MC who's kidnapped by the very guy who betrayed him. ML wants to win MC's heart back but issues from the past cause a bunch of misunderstandings :( but it is a happy ending!!

man.... I haven't read a wife-chasing crematorium story before this and I was not prepared for the amount of ANGST. basically everyone is miserable for the entire damn time! 😭😭😭 but that's not to say it wasn't a good story!! all the suffering made the ending feel even sweeter 🥰 if you cry easily maybe keep a pack of tissues on hand when you read this 😂

I wrote this in my notes app while reading and I feel like it summarizes the ML pretty well bahaha 👇

"qi yan: my girl is mad at me. I hope I die"

It’s Not Easy Being a Master

transmigrator becomes the villainous shizun in a novel he read and attempts to avoid a bad ending but *gasp* the novels MC (ML) has been reborn with all the past memories!! MC tries to get close to ML while ML is like wtf is going on ! seems like a typical "transmigrated as a villain" type plot until suddenly it's not... 👀👀

this one was rly fun! there's a big plot twist that I found rly interesting and unique! very fresh!! fresh produce!! 🥒🫑🥕🍅 I also like the MC a lot he had a rly silly personality hehe. I think this novel is good for people who like solving mysteries alongside the characters since a lot of hints are dropped throughout

Golden Stage/ Terrace

arranged marriage between a court dog and a general who's become phsyically disabled. everyone knows that the two HATE each other... but do they really? 👀 no, it's not an enemies to lovers, but the other characters seem to think so! 🤭

great novel!! very good!! I love the dynamic between the main couple! they love to banter so their interactions are entertaining. there's a bit of political plot but it's nothing too complicated and the angst is minimal. I also like that one of the main characters is a ambulatory wheelchair user. this one also has a official eng tl now but I'm not sure from which publishing house

Sharing Rain and Dew

MC whos staying in the palace dies a painful death but then gets reborn several months in the past. he spends his time stressing about his impending death but for some reason the Emperor has suddenly become super clingy and doting

this one is very very short, only 5 chapters + 3 extras, but it's quite funny and cute. despite being so short the story is actually pretty interesting? good for a quick, casual read

list over!! I have a few more but this is already too long of a post 😭 I hope someone can find this helpful for some reading recs!

#danmei #reading recommendations #danmei recs #i didn't proofread this so if you see errors LOOK AWAYY #nan chan #how to survive as a villain #golden stage #golden terrace #living to suffer #til death do us part #guanshan muyu #after being forced to marry the evil star general #married thrice to salted fish #xiao jiu #its not easy being a master #sharing rain and dew

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phantomphangphucker · 1 month ago

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Phic Phight - The Core Cuddlers Confession

For: @rgbyshipper101 @jadenoryuu @lostlitany @underforeversgrace @jewishicequeen

Danny and Phantom have managed to keep things a secret for nearly four years, regardless of Danny’s parents making that progressively harder and harder. But maybe they, mostly Phantom, got a little too comfortable with the situation they’ve got going.

Danny rubs his forehead, glaring down at the homework in front of him, he doesn’t know why anyone would need calculus. Sure he knows why he needs it but still, Danny just didn’t want to have to take two more science classes. It was either he take two science classes or one math class, sure his dumbass didn’t clue in that that was because calculus was fucking hard. His teacher wasn’t happy, he wasn’t happy; but he got a goddamn spare. A spare that actually gave him some proper time to spend with his body buddy. His little ghostie. Normally he could just meet with a ‘trusted’ teacher or the class advisor about finding and thus needing at school time with his soulmate; an aid option pretty much all schools put in place for kids who either couldn’t or didn’t want their folks to know. But Danny gets the wonderful luck of his soul mate being literally dead. Guy just pops out of a portal and bam! Danny’s got his ‘other half’ and now they both literally need each other to be healthy… and happy for that matter. Not only does Danny think that Lancer -the only teacher he even mildly kinda trusted- wouldn’t go for ‘gotta let my spooky boo externally cuddly with me!’, but also frankly Danny doesn’t want to deal with the goddamn ‘necrophiliac’ jeering if Dash and co. found out. Ugh.

Everything was fine, perfectly peachy, before his parents figured out how to basically suck ecto-energy out of things to generate electricity and shit. And especially before they decided to make amplifiers for it in and around the school, you know, to solve the whole ‘Casper High is a ghost hot spot’ problem. Except that was a problem because Danny and thus Phantom were mostly there for seven hours a day! If he could leave school during lunch or skip class and leave then he’d have been fine, but no Vlad and his stupid teenagers should wear trackers because of all of the abductions rule.

Fucking jerk.

Even if he had a point. Still. JERK.

Danny letting his head fall down and thunk on the desk/papers, “ugh this isn’t helping anything”. At least if Phantom was here and not out throwing fisticuffs Danny could try to hash this shit out with him, not that Phantom was any better at goddamn calculus than Danny was. Guy was a sorta god, not a mathematician.

Didn’t help that Phantom seems tired, meaning Danny’s tired, thank you mom and dad for your crazy ass inventions and thank you ghosts for still wanting to spar in a town that’s using your presence for free energy. Stupid cores. Granted the other ghosts got a nice free pass back to the zone via the ‘Phantom Thermos Express’ but Phantom just got Danny. Sure technically Phantom could go to the zone too but the too frequent and too prolonged separation just drained both of them more. Been there tried that. At least Phantom sends him a little soothing ping, likely picking up on a bit of the annoyance; no human can hide their emotions from a ghost for shit, even more so when you’re soul mates apparently.

Scratching his head a little before jumping from a somewhat soft knock on his door… not soft enough to be Jazz and she’s at college anyways, but weirdly soft for his mom; definitely not his dad though. Danny lifting his head a little, “yeah?”.

“Sweetie? Are you busy at the moment?”.

Oh fuck, he’ll beat himself with his own text book and give himself a concussion that Phantom will have to fix, if there’s about to be an invasion and she wants him ‘safely in the dungeon’. “Not really no. I’m just sitting here deeply regretting my math related choices”.

She of course opens the door, laughing slightly, “you wanted a spare, mister”, and moves to sit down on his bed. Not a great sign, but definitely a sign that there wasn’t an invasion on the horizon. So no having to fling off a warning alarm ping down the currently strained emotional line and panic his spooky, yay.

Danny leaning back in his chair and quirking an eyebrow at her, “so, what is it?”.

His mom eyes him a little, concerning, “so…-”. That’s not a good start, last time she started a surprise conversation like that it was ‘cause there had been a whole ass blob ghost stuck in his hair. “-do we need to put spectral blockers in your room?”.

What? Okay he gets that his room is horribly contaminated, more than the rest of the house is even, but they know that’s just because of a mixture of the crap kept in this house and himself. And it’s not like she could have seen Phantom in here, since there wasn’t any cameras and Phantom never just hung out in Danny’s room alone. Why would the guy? It was a hunters house! And he’s pretty sure no other ghosts just chill in his room ever. That situation with Elle was a massive outlier. So he makes sure his eyebrow looks very dubious, “…why?”, blinking, “I’m pretty sure no ghost is barging in here trying to steal my model rocket ships or homework, they’re welcome to take the homework if they want to though, not gonna complain there”.

The look she cuts him is absolutely judgemental, he just smirks before dropping it and rubbing his neck when she frowns a little. Him sighing, “okay seriously, what is it?”.

He’s not sure whether or not to be thankful when she just cuts to the chase. “Why is Phantom sneaking into your room almost every night? Is It threatening you? You know you can tell us if a ghost is harassing you right?”.

Zone fucking damnit he’s told Phantom to stick to invisibility around his house! Sure that’s kinda hard when the guy is running low on energy, but still! Danny blurting out, “what ghost!? No ghost is entering my room!”. She stares at him.

“I’m not being threatened or anything, mom!”; what is he actually supposed to say though? Like really?! He can’t exactly easily explain away a well known town ghost just barging into his room all the damn time! Oh and his anxiety and shock is probably gonna make Phantom want to rush back to him, hopefully that doesn’t result in him taking a hit or something. But hey, at least Phantom’s not stupid enough to fly into his room with his mom right here… hopefully.

She’s obviously misunderstanding his not so mild panic, her furrowing her brows in worry, “are you sure? Me and your father are good hunters even if Phantom is a tough one”.

Ha yeah in no world would his parents be able to actually beat up Phantom unless he let them, which well, he might. Dumbass. Lovable dumbass but still. He glares a little, response less panicky this time, “no mom seriously”.

She does not look impressed with him, “well if that ghost isn’t harassing or threatening you then what is It doing coming into your room at all hours of the night?”, crossing her arms, “I know you teens are a lot more tolerant and even fond of that spook, but that’s still a ghost and I would hope you’re not giving It Fenton Tech”. He one hundred percent totally was. She sighs, “and even if that was what you’re doing, doing that here? If you’re going to be doing something you know we won’t like at least be smart about it. And at night? Please tell me you aren’t part of the ‘Phan club’ that’s romanticized Phantom”.

Danny absolutely can not help full body cringing at that, that whole club was so embarrassing in both his and Phantom’s opinion. Not to mention the amount of stalking it’s led to. Putting his face in his hands, “mooomm no, just no. Nothing is going on, I swear”.

“Do I need to instal motion sensors and a net trap and ask Phantom myself?”.

Danny -like a fellow dumbass. Phantom was clearly in good company- speaks before his brain can catch up with his mouth; an ability usually good and reserved for witty comebacks not digging Danny into a hole, “I mean I wouldn’t object to him being all tied up”…. By the time that comment catches up with him he’s very glad his hands are already over his face. Fucking hell he is a moron.

“Want to repeat that without mumbling it into your hands?”.

Danny’s, “…no?”, is a smidge actively pathetic. At least at this point Phantom shouldn’t be worried since he can probably pick up that whatever nerves and shit Danny’s giving off is embarrassment induced. He’s not looking forward to the pestering he’s gonna get from the ghost later though, stupid ghosts and their love of gossip.

“Danny from where I’m sitting and from what I’m hearing it sounds like you’ve been letting some teenage ghost sneak in and out of my house through your bedroom window, and like you absolutely are part of that fan club. And did you really think I wouldn’t notice the human-shaped blur zipping into the exact same window constantly?”.

Danny groans, she wasn’t going to drop this and, like, what can he even say? “I tell him to go invisible”.

He can feel her staring at him for a beat, “you… tell him to go invisible”.

Danny looking back up at her, “yeah…”.

She pinches the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut a little, “at least you’re not the one being stupid”.

“Um. Your welcome?”.

He’s not surprised to get glared at this time, him giving her a definitely nervous wobbly smile and a little chuckle. She stands up, making him crane his neck as she crosses her arms down at him, “I am not impressed and you need to give me even one good reason to not basically force a Spector deflector on you”. Oh that would be bad, he hated those things since they rather painfully forced Phantom out and kept him out; not to mean toon made it so Phantom couldn’t even touch him without being in pain. Combine that with tired and low on energy and Phantom’s ecto being sucked dry for free town energy, both of them would wind up mildly comatose and ClockWork would show up to lecture them again. Omnipresent in-laws were the worst.

Danny blinking and glaring a little right back, “shouldn’t ’I like him’ be enough?”.

“With a human, Danny. A human. Not a ghost. Why a ghost? I understand why you wouldn’t be interested in Tucker, but there’s tons of fit lean boys at school if that’s your type”.

“Oh zone, it’s not about a type!”. Though yes, Phantom was his type. The fluffy sparkly hair, the green freckles, lean and fit but not super muscular, the glowing eyes almost always filled with amusement, and the stupid little stars he’d make for Danny’s amusement.

“Then what Danny?!”.

Shit Danny distracted himself a little, and being tired wasn’t helping; his own core almost aching with it.

Then, because of goddamn course, Phantom thunks into the wall below the window, sticks an arm in and hoists his chin up onto the sil. Danny turning his head to stare at the ghost, “seriously?!”, getting up, completely knocking the chair over, grabs a blanket, and smashes the blanket down on the ghosts head, “you have got to be kidding me! what’s wrong with you!”.

Phantom flails slightly before just grabbing the blankets like a spider, baring his teeth a little, “I, am tired”, huffing while his form vibrates faintly, “and I want my space cadet”. To be fair to the guy, the pull was absolutely there; after all cores learned to adapt to the general needs and wants and likes of their soulmates.

Danny whining back a little bit, “I know but this is like the worst timing”. Phantom just scrunches up his face in response.

“Oh no you don’t”, his mom fists up the back of Danny’s shirt and yanks him and thus Phantom inside. Danny’s back basically smashing into his mom’s stomach, Phantom all but head butting his chest, and the blankets getting smushed between the two boys chests. Danny jolts away from his mom like she’s on fire and gets Phantom behind his back protectively, why the guy is still holding the blankets between them Danny has no freaking clue. Maybe it had to do with the urge to slip in and cuddle up with his mates (Danny’s) own core? Danny glancing at his ghost then looking back to his mom, “uh. Please don’t shoot?”.

“I don’t mean to cause trouble, Mrs. Fenton?”.

“You don’t mean to,” she glares at both of them, “and yet here you are, floating in my house, a hunters house, after entering via my son’s window. You see the problem, right? What the hell are your intentions with my son, ghost”.

At least they’re not getting shot at! Though if this was a few years back then they definitely would be. His parents weren’t great but they were better. Plus her giving him, giving Danny, a faintly worried look means this is legit more about Danny than ‘ghosts’. And hey, maybe Phantom will have a better way out of this conversation than Danny?

“There’s absolutely nothing suspicious about this”.

Saying THAT makes it sound like there is something suspicious, asshole. Danny kinda wants to hit him.

“Do you take me for a fool, Phantom?!?”.

“I’m just a little guy in another little guys comfy room. He has nice blankets!”.

Zone the guy’s just gonna piss his mom off at this point, and there is absolutely no getting out of this at this point, blurting out, “he’s my soul mate”.

Phantom sags in the air dramatically, finally drops the freaking blankets, and basically smushes his collar ‘bone’ and neck into Danny’s shoulders. Danny wants to melt into the touch more than a little bit, core vibrating happily; pushing his shoulder blades back automatically. Phantom groaning, “oh thank the Ancients, I thought you were never gonna do that and I did not wanna be the one to and I am very tired and would like to board my very lovely spaceship right now I got stabbed so many times”, looking at Danny’s mom, “please stop sapping my ecto to fuel your town, it is, like, so annoying and tiring. And unlike my fellow spookies my soul mate has yet to give his corpse the boot so no I will not be ‘fucking off’ to the Infinite Realm and that will not do anyone any good”.

Danny glaring at him slowly, “and I’m not dying anytime soon”.

Phantom grins stupidly, “oh I’m not complaining, it’s nice to feel a heart beat again”, pulling a couple faces, “the lack of emotion awareness is super annoying though, I’ve been trying to piece if you needed help for like half an hour”.

“Well excuse me for not being made partly of emotions”.

“You’re excused”.

Danny, and Phantom for that matter, jumping when Danny’s mom snaps, “what do you mean soul mate”.

Uh, well, hmm, well him and Phantom are touching so… man this was gonna be the only time Danny’s legit happy about that whole soul mates cores glow when they’re in contact with each other thing. Danny just kind of awkwardly grabbing the hem of his pj shirt and yanking it up, revealing the faint blue glow coming from inside his chest. Phantom glancing at it, chuckling, nodding to himself and just… phasing into Danny’s body aka fleeing this entire situation like an asshole. Danny wobbling slightly and dropping his shirt hem, glaring at where Phantom was, “really man?”.

‘I am not kidding about being tired. Walker showed up and was being such an ass’

Ah okay that made even more sense, Walker always gave Phantom the run around and also made him do a shit ton of damage control.

‘Exactly! So now space wants his squishy little space ship’

Geez stupid needy ghosts.

‘Hey!’

His mom jerking forward and putting a hand tentatively on Danny’s shoulder, and basically staring at his eyes, “what was that? What did Phantom do? Are you okay? Soul mates, Danny?”.

Danny makes a point to stare back at her, so that she one hundred percent can see that his eyes are not green, and if Phantom decides to be a funny guy and flash his eyes over Danny’s, then Danny’s gonna zap him one.

‘Boo. You’re no fun’

Danny thinks Phantom can just deal with it and not make this situation worse or more awkward, thank you very much.

‘Hmpf’

Danny clears his throat awkwardly and puts a hand on his mom’s wrist, “I’m fine, mom. He’s just resting from getting into brawls for the past however many hours”, swallowing, “and, ah, yeah. Soulmates”. She saw his chest, his core, it’s not like he can fake that shit. Everyone’s cores glowed when they were with their soulmate, that’s just how shit worked. Like the universe was trying to make sure people didn’t miss their person once they found them. He still thinks it’s weird that people in the past didn’t even have cores, ghosts might be annoying sometimes and gossiping asses but the world being more spiritual, more connected to the zone, was worth it to have cores. She glances down at his chest and pulls her hand away from him, so he lifts his shirt up again. The glow was brighter this time, because of fucking course it was, their cores were literally melded together right now or over lapping each other, however exactly it worked. Plus there was two cores there now. She blinks, “it’s… brighter”.

Danny nodding awkwardly, “er, yeah. Two cores and, uh, his is, like, all, um, cuddled up with mine now”. Ghost cores were a hell of a lot more intimate and active than human ones were. Cores were an addition to human bodies, while a ghosts body was an extension of their core. A bodies soul manifesting in a more physical state, and a soul manifesting a body in a more physical state. Him swallowing, “ghosts, interact, with things with their cores remember? Including each other”. Sometimes Danny felt a little bad he couldn’t really do anything with his core back beyond tugging on their bond or zapping Phantom’s core when they were in contact like this, but Phantom didn’t really seem to mind.

‘A living core can’t play at fighting for dominance, and I like my dominance’

Oh geez there’s absolutely no way to stop himself from blushing a little at that; Phantom, of course, laughing at him immediately. He absolutely drops his shirt because now he one hundred precent feels over exposed. Almost blurting, “he’s not hurting me I swear”, sagging a little because he might as well just be goddamn honest at this point, “kind of the opposite actually”. Again with the whole ghosts cores were more active thing.

She stops staring at his chest to eye his face, “are you sure, Danny? And what do you mean the opposite? And what about It- about Phantom resting?”. He can appreciate the sorta correction.

Danny looking to his bed and then back to her, “I’m sure, but could we, maybe, sit down if this is going to be a whole conversation?”. She blinks once before nodding and awkwardly following him to sit on the edge of his bed. Danny rubbing the back of his neck and mildly trying to ignore the way she’s still staring at him, “ghost cores interact a lot more, they actually communicate. I don’t just get or give faint pleased purrs and hums or hints of my persons emotions and them hints of mine. I’m pretty much an emotional open book to him and I get specific emotional replies back from him some. There’s words and specific tones, pulls and pressures”, shrugging a little, “stuff a living core isn’t really, you know, normally meant for. So mine kinda expels energy more, hence the whole I’m a contaminant thing”, and chuckles a little awkwardly.

“So you’ve known the why for that the whole time?”.

Danny cringing a little and glancing around, “yeah, sorry”, clearing his throat and looking back to her, “and ghost cores are more, ah, needy? of each other so all of everything is more draining than normal when we’re apart”. Normally human soul mates just got emotional, grumpy, bummed out, and unmotivated when apart too long. While ghosts could and would outright de-manifest their physical forms back into their cores, but that was extreme since ghosts cores could actively connect and communicate across the ectoplasmic atmosphere of the zone and shit. That even sorta worked in Amity! Before his parents started sucking the town dry of its free floating ecto anyway. Grumbling a little, “especially with the lack of free floating ecto in town now”.

She blinks at him before putting her elbows on her knees and knitting her fingers over her mouth, staring at forwards, “is… is that why you’ve seemed more tired lately?”.

‘Oh so they have noticed’

Okay there’s no reason to be an ass, there was no reason for them to think too heavily that had anything to do with him being tired. He was in his senior year of high school, of course he was more tired! School was harder, university was a looming threat; adulthood neigh! His friends were more stressed, he was more stressed; it made sense his folks would think it was school and nothing else. Clearing his throat, “part of it for sure, yeah. Phantom wouldn’t really get all that tired fighting, since he could just replenish from the free floating stuff and nothing else was draining him. And he could just send his own energy through the portal and all the free floating stuff at me when he was in the zone for a while”. Sighing, “and the amplifiers at school plus the stupid trackers, I really hate those things, makes it difficult for me to get any good physical touch in during the day since he gets drained so much if he leaves my body, my core, and stays inside the school. The spare’s nice but the amplifiers drain him, so he needs a good core cuddling after”; what ever the amplifiers did manage to suck from Phantom through Danny’s skin the guy just replenished easily due to their cores close contact making the self generation easy for the guy.

She looks back to him, eyeing his chest with a small amused glint in her eyes, which is legit relieving to see honestly. “So Phantom is… hmm, ‘core cuddling’ you right now?”. Danny, of course, blushing instantly, because as cute as it was it was also absolutely embarrassing to be called out on. Sam and Tuck teased both of them enough as it was! And ClockWork’s silent amusement wasn’t much better!

‘I’ll take amusement over Clocky’s judgmental stares any day!’

Oh so would Danny. If ClockWork decided to stare judgmentally they absolutely could and would follow you around and do just that for multiple hours. After all, time was merely an optional concept to them. Phantom’s told him the tale of ClockWork doing that for three days to him once!

‘Never again’

It was very effective.

Danny glancing around, “he needs to rest and replenish”, grumbling a little, “and fine, it’s nice”. Sure sometimes Phantom tried to interact with his core way beyond what a human core was capable of, making Danny’s wires get jumbled up or crossed or whatever, but eh it was usually an accident or something the guy tried not to do more than once or twice. Like when the guy tried to poke at what Danny’s Obsession was, something humans don’t have and that ghosts have a hard time grasping humans not having. Phantom was still pretty insistent that Danny’s would be space though, Danny’s not gonna argue on that.

His mom sighing and rubbing her forehead some, “and that ‘rest’ is needed partly because of the Fenton Ecto Sifter?”, sighing again, “somehow everything we make seems to wind up hurting you somehow”.

‘Whelp. Now I feel like an Ass’

Danny giving what he can of a feeling of a supportive pat to the guys core, it vibrates back in a way that rattles his chest a little, him shrugging, “I mean, I’m always either connected to or housing a ghost so”, rubbing his neck, “and we both know you guys mean well. You’re trying to help the town with its weird level of ghost problems and sure there’s some bigotry, but like, less than there used to be”.

Her eyeing him, glancing at his chest and back up, again, she was going to be doing that a lot for the next while, wasn’t she? “If it wasn’t for your core I’d have a hard time believing you aren’t being manipulated here. Even then I still want to ask if you really like Phantom, like a ghost. Natural instinctual attraction or not”, shaking her head, “I know the answer yes, of course. Same as it was a yes every time Vlad asked if I really liked your dad”.

Danny really doesn’t get how Vlad’s still so interested in going after his mom when the guys got Plasmius. Like really dude. Sure sometimes people dated outside of their soul mates even after they found said soul mate, but that was usually with all parties being a-okay with it. Or, you know, people just being asshole cheating douche bags who seemingly didn’t give a shit about hurting others or themselves. Phantom was definitely not in the ‘willing to share’ category.

‘Ha ha. No’

Yeah neither was Danny himself.

Danny chuckling a little, “mom, I’d have to be blind and deaf to think you and dad don’t love each other”.

“Exactly”.

Danny nodding and swallowing, “yeah. So, uh, obviously I like like Phantom, and he’s pretty jazzed about me. But it’s, uh, not like we both aren’t aware that it’s weird”. One of them was alive! The other was dead! One was a mostly average space crazy wannabe astronaut and the other a freaking death god. One had ghost hunter parents and the other had literal time god for a parent. Frankly it was a good thing both of them were already slightly weirdos beforehand.

“And he… actually feels that same way about you? Likes you like that?”.

Danny can’t help but glare at her, “yes mom, if anyone can attest to ghosts having emotions it’s the guy who can freaking feel them. Especially when Phantom can be a sappy corny shit head”.

‘Oh you love it’

Sure, maybe he does, doesn’t make it any less corny though.

She blinks, “language”, shaking her head, “and they feel the same? They feel just like human emotions?”, blinking again and tilting her head a little, “I can’t imagine how that would be possible?”.

Part of him wants to brush this off as bigotry but he’s mature enough now to know at least some of it is just pure genuine confusion. Genuinely not getting how it’s possible. So he doesn’t give her too much of a hard time, “if anything his emotions are more. Ghosts are always feeling something, there’s always emotions, and they always hear and feel and pick up on them too. Humans don’t. Hence his little comment about my lack of emotion awareness making it hard to tell what’s up earlier. Ghosts seem to communicate with raw emotion a lot, even with people who aren’t their soulmate”, rubbing his neck, “I’ve learned how to a little, with Phantom any way. But eh. And I definitely think he comes off ‘more human’ because of learning stuff from me”.

‘Oh yeah you living guys are terrible for misinterpreting things and fall for bullshit. Your lack of purpose and odd ways of bonding’.

Rude! But yeah propaganda didn’t really work with ghosts for a reason. “Like ghosts literally have a ‘manipulative’ emotion, they can tell when another ghost is being manipulative so ghosts never hide when they’re being like that, so he was always confused by ya’ll accusing him of being manipulative when he wasn’t. Ghosts don’t know that humans can’t just tell”, shrugging, “lots of things like that”.

She hums, nodding a little, “I guess I’ll just have to take you word for it”, looking at his face, “but how long has this been going on? You and… and Phantom? How long have you known?”.

Danny flushing almost immediately, he knows damn well she wasn’t going to like the answer to that, “uh, since the beginning? The portal opened up and he just kind of came out of it crashing into me, and we both just got bashed into the wall by the impact. Then, well, you know how it works”, coughing awkwardly, “the tingling and core purring and feeling like you just got dunked in an ice bath. Like a card being jammed in a card slot”, furrowing his brows, “also different though, like my core was trying to dissolve my insides to soup. Phantom actually got gooey and, uh, scared the crap outta me by dissolving into ecto on top of me”, rubbing at his chest a little because he had absolutely freaked out when that had happened. He had found his person and they had gone and dissolved into goo on him! “That’s uh, the first time he went, uh, inside me. His core basically ramming into mine, which yeah wasn’t great. He knows how to not be too much now”, chuckling awkwardly, “living cores aren’t really meant for direct contact like that, you know”.

“Alright I’m not impressed this has been going on that long, but-”, sighing, “-I understand you not telling us, especially back then. With how close-minded and firm we were”. Danny just nods a little so she continues, “and I would have freaked out if your dad had dissolved on me too, so that I completely get. You not saying anything because you were focused on It-him. I’m guessing Phantom, entering you, didn’t freak you out too much purely due to his core touching yours and how that felt?”.

Danny clearing his throat and nodding slightly, “yeah, it basically blitzed me out and made me feel like a sensitive over exposed live wire that was constantly being grabbed at, pretty sure I saw some colours that don’t exist. Like rubbing up against a cold sun filled with static, flickering thoughts and feelings I definitely couldn’t make sense of. He freaked a little over me being a limp ragdoll on the floor for, like, an hour or two”.

She cringes, “I’m glad Phantom is gentler now”.

Yeah so is Danny.

‘I just think of your core like it’s an egg! Easy to crack or break but holding something lovely’.

Danny putting a hand over his chest, over his core, when Phantom sort of swirls or twists around it like a cat. Purrs get exchanged of course, while Danny nods at his mom, “yeah. And just to make it clear, I didn’t have to ask him to be nicer, he just did that on his own. Don’t think I need to point out that he’s the protective type. No ones allowed to hurt me, including him”. It was really really obvious.

She blinks but actually smiles a little after a beat, “ah so Phantom started playing at protecting the town because of you then”.

“I wouldn’t say he’s ‘playing at’ any thing. He’s legit protecting mom, whether you guys like to see it that way or not. And sure fine, me living here is definitely part of it”. It was literally the guys Obsession after all, not that Danny would be saying that. You don’t out a ghosts Obsessions.

‘I would take over your mouth if you tried anyway’

Danny mildly hates that the first thing that brings to mind is ‘kinky’ and he is ignoring the mild smirk emotion thing he’s getting from Phantom.

She doesn’t look like she really believes him but she’s not outright saying he’s lying either so… eh it’s something. “Alright. Okay”, sighing heavily before nodding and smiling at him, “well, a soulmate is a soulmate, regardless of it being odd and me not being super happy about it”. What a way to both accept and not accept it. “Though I am happy knowing that someone capable has been looking out for you with all this ghost madness, besides just me and your dad. But I’m going to insist that Phantom at least tries to go about this in the human way. We’re human, you’re human. It- he comes over for supper, eating or not. Me and your dad judge the ghosts worthiness, while both of us work to ignore the ghost part”, sighing again and scratching her head, “maybe it’ll become less ignore and more okay with eventually, I don’t know Danny”.

Danny looking away and shrugging, “I, uh, never really expected okay. And I didn’t want it to be a big deal or cause issues. I wanted to just keep on keeping on, you know? And fine, I’m protective of him”. Which was working somewhat okay for him! He’d have liked to keep doing that! But if they do wind up becoming okay with this, with ghosts as a whole even maybe, then it’d be amazing.

“I can’t say I blame you, your aunt Alicia did the same with your grandparents”, giving Danny a bit of a look, “though I’m glad you didn’t have a fake marriage with someone just to continue to lie to us”.

Danny can’t help snorting at that a little, “I mean Sam and Tuck would totally go for that but no”. Sam would be on board purely to piss off her parents and Tuck was a weirdo who’d go along with just about anything.

She laughs a little too, good, “and I do want you at least talking to Mr. Lancer about this because, sweetie, you’re not cut out for calculus”.

Cut deep why don’t you.

‘Ha’.

Oh shut up. “And what? Tell him I’m mated to a ghost? Like sure, now I don’t have to worry about him calling you guys about that kind of statement but still”, glaring a little, “and that still wouldn’t solve the issue with the amplifier or me not being able to get out of said amplifiers range without a tracker going off”.

His mom looks suddenly a lot more awkward, “we could… code the Sifter to ignore his specific signature, the amplifier wouldn’t matter then. We’ve… had complaints over not already doing that”.

Okay that slightly ticks him off just a little bit, “you deserve to get complaints over that if you’ve been able to just do that this whole time”, groaning and putting his head in his hands, “your guy’s Phantom hate is really annoying, and not just because of the mate situation. That too but, ugh, you know what I mean”. Then he gets that fizzing sensation behind his eyes and can feel the little pricks of annoyance from Phantom, guy clearly had a thing or two he wanted to say. Sighing into his hands, “Phantom also has an annoyed thing or two to say about that“.

“We… we thought we were doing what was best for the town and by that do you mean, overshadow you? Instead of… coming? out?”.

Danny, still talking into his hands, “he’s still recuperating”. The eye fizzles gets a little more persistent, but hey at least he sorta asks now unless someone really pisses him off or he got over protective of Danny… Dropping his hands to look at her, quirking an eyebrow.

She sighs slightly, readjusts to be sitting up a little straighter, and nods at him, “alright, but Phantom better not get up and start puppeting your body around”.

That’s fair enough he supposes. And Phantom, the guy who is definitely not known for self restraint in this relationship, promptly flares his green eyes over Danny’s. Phantom crossing Danny’s arms at her and laying into her immediately, “I get that you guys have this whole ‘we’re ghost hunters and we don’t like ghosts’ thing going and that yeah this town has some bizarre ghost issues”, rolling Danny’s eyes, “how you guys keep attracting gods I do not know”, glaring at her again, “but being actively and knowingly malicious towards me is just kinda dumb since y’all do need me because again with the whole attracting gods thing-”. Okay Danny knows they don’t actually believe in the whole gods are ghosts thing. “-whether you believe they’re gods or not-”. Oh hey look Phantom’s valuing his input. “-oh shut up you, I always value your input”. Way to go making himself look crazy in front of Danny’s parents. At least all Phantom does that time is glare at nothing and give Danny’s core a little bit of an internal smack.

His mom blinking at Danny/Phantom, “is, is Danny still aware in there?”; she was very clearly tense but trying not to show it.

Phantom rolling Danny’s eyes, clearly not impressed that that was the part she was choosing to comment on, “I’m not actually over shadowing him. Just using a couple of things, with permission”. Sure the guy could do that without permission too but that wasn’t important right now; and it wasn’t something he was wholly opposed to either. “Enthusiastic permission sometimes”. Oh zone he did not need to say that! And Danny was gonna fight for his mouth back if the guy says something like that again.

At least Danny’s not the only one that found that statement embarrassing, his mom flushing a little and coughing, “right…”, clearing her throat, “maybe me and Jack have let our, opinions, cloud our judgment slightly-”. Danny seriously doubts she realizes how surprising that is to actually hear her say even if he’s heard it multiple times in the past year. “-but not having a way to at least weaken a clearly strong ghost is far more foolish. And frankly, the only reason I’m rethinking that, with you, is because of my son being your soulmate”.

And Phantom… Phantom sticks Danny’s tongue out her and makes a, “bleh”, sound. The fizzing fading as Phantom just gives Danny back his full control. Danny blinking a couple times before shaking your head, “that was real mature”.

‘She hasn’t earned my maturity’

Oh for fucks sake.

“You okay sweetie?”.

Danny sighing and making a point to give his mom a small smile, “I’m fine, he’s just being pouty”, shaking his head and frowning a little at her, “and mom, I get where you’re coming from with the strong thing but seriously, the town likes and has accepted Phantom, it’s way past time you guys did too”.

Her sighing and sagging a little, “I’ll… try, but as for accepting you two together, I stand by having suppers together”.

“Ah technically-”.

“I don’t care about technically’s, mister. Suppers without this, body sharing situation”.

“Yeah yeah yeah”.

“And I’ll call Mr. Lancer if you don’t”.

“Mom!”.

She smiles a little and shakes her head, “no buts. You can’t not have physical time with It- him, with him, and I’m sure the school will let you have a private library room for forty minutes”, narrowing her eyes a little, “just to hang out of course”, then sighing, “because yes, I… don’t think this relationship should be made public”. Danny absolutely can’t help flinching at that. It’s not surprising that she wouldn’t want anyone or, forbid, the whole town knowing about the Fenton son having a ghost for a soulmate. She winces, “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t mean it negatively. Just that, well, Phantom has that Phan club I accused you of being in, and I’ve seen the mobbing chasing videos”.

Danny blinking and cringing, rubbing his neck, right yeah, that. “Heh. Yeah. If it’s anything, he doesn’t like all that either and fine yeah that would make me trying to finish school a lot more difficult”.

“Yes, it would. Just like you not telling Mr. Lancer currently is”, her shaking her head slightly, “I’m not saying you have to tell him which ghost, but if you do I highly doubt he, of all people, would go harassing you about it”.

Okay that was fair, Lancer was pretty chill like that. And it wasn’t like a guy who side hustled as a drag queen was gonna give a crap about Danny being gay af, “oh I know he won’t, I’m just, not great at telling people things like this?”.

“Clearly”.

Danny wincing, “hah, yeah, sorry, again”, swallowing, “but you are going to Phantom proof the Sifter? Like, actually do that? Because yeah, that’s definitely not helping”, gesturing around a little, “makes him tired, and me tired, it’s messing with our communication, he can’t be in the zone for a long time, has to spend more time in me, yadayada”.

And she… she actually ruffles up his hair for the first time in this entire conversation, “yes, Danny, I meant what I said. Especially if it really is causing that many issues. Even if I did fully oppose this, which I do not, trying to break up soulmates is pointless, cruel, and never works. Like it or not, Phantom’s your soulmate; you have proof of it. And knowing your father he’ll act like he never ever once even had a problem with Phantom’s entire existence”, smirking, “he’ll probably even whip out the baby photos”.

Danny sputtering a bit, “what- no. Uh, he’s, um, probably already seen them anyways so there’s no point totally no point”.

‘Oh I definitely haven’t’

Danny blinking, blurting out, “wait you haven’t?”. That's weird, Danny would have thought ClockWork would have just shown the guy purely to mess with both of them.

‘Naw, Clocky says that’s totally your parents job. I will have so much fun with that’

What no! Ghost baby photos weren’t nearly as bad as human baby photos! Ugh!

“Do I want to know why you’re blushing? And what would make you think he’s seen them already?”, levelling Danny with a bit of a glare, “that ghost better not be snooping through our personal things. Our weapons are a different matter, he’s a ghost I expect that kind of snooping”.

Well he’s glad she can acknowledge that a ghost going through ghost hunter weapons was reasonable. “Uh, he’s just bugging me about the, baby photos comment”, and rubs his neck, “and his parent has a weird power set”.

She blinks at him, “his… parent”.

Danny quirking an eyebrow, “yeah?”. And wait shit right his folks still don’t believe that ghosts can reproduce or that adoption is a thing. “Uh, Phantom was literally never alive. A born ghost”.

She blinks harsher this time, “I… I think I’m going to want to revisit that later”, and then mutters, “that shouldn’t be possible”, to herself. Danny should probably refrain from giving her any more world shattering news today.

‘Like her son’s parent in law being the literal manifestation of time and older than the universe itself?’

Yeah! Like that!

‘Or like her son’s soulmate being the literal manifestation of death?’

That too. Definitely that too.

‘Then there’s also that you’ll probably be some kinda Ancient too when you finally kick it. Probably space. Eh definitely space’

Oh fuck him so much.

‘Who knows! Maybe you’re already an Ancient and just the Ancient of life! And that’s part of why we’re soulmates!’

That’s a massive mental plot bunny and an existential crisis that he doesn’t need to deal with right now… or ever possibly.

Danny shaking his head out, “uh yeah, probably a good idea”, pouting slightly, “but please get dad to at least spare me for a little while?”.

She still looks a little too wide-eyed but she does smile at him a bit meanly, “oh I don’t know mister, you’ve avoided it for almost four years already”.

“Moooommm”.

“I’ll hold him off for two diners, just two, but only if you tell him yourself about this”.

Oh zone. Was that worth it? Because yeah… dad, dad absolutely would just pull out the photo albums immediately. Especially once he found out they were soul mates and not ‘just a couple’ and that Danny and Phantom had been a thing for multiple years. And those ‘two dinners’ would give his dad some time to take shit in and calm the fuck down… damnit. At least an omniscient parent in-law didn’t need time to adjust to things!!! Danny sagging a little, groaning, “fine”.

She smirks at him, “good because he’s home and waiting”.

“Wait what!”.

“Do you really think I’d see Phantom going into your room all the time and not talk to your dad about that?”, she ruffles his hair again, sighing, “I convinced him to let me ask you about it alone, since he can be so, well, excitable”.

Okay… that was fair he thinks. His dad could be worse than FrostBite and Pandora, which was saying something.

‘Pandora only gets super excited about you because you can use weapons weirdly good’

Danny thinks Phantom is just jealous. Danny nodding a little at his mom, “yeah that’s true”, glancing at his desk, that shit was so not getting done tonight or ever possibly. Clapping his legs and pushing himself to stand up, “well I guess there’s no point in not just bitting the bullet now, huh?”.

She giggles at him faintly, “not really no. But are you sure you don’t need to lay down or sleep with Phantom ‘resting’?”.

Danny blinking, slightly confused, “no? I was tired and he’s still resting but I’m not tired now because he’s got some rest. That and I’m not being drained now from the, you know, connection picking up on him getting drained and hurt and stuff. And core contact is still physical contact so that helps too”.

She eyes him like she’s trying to sus out if he’s being honest or not, “hmm, okay”, getting up and walking with him to his door, “he’s probably worry tinkering with the toaster, again”.

Danny glaring as they head down, “I hate that stupid toaster”.

“But your dad loves it and that’s what matters”.

His mom gesturing him into the kitchen, “well go on”. Startling the hell outta his dad, who sends a couple pieces of toaster or random tech maybe, flying, “Danny-boy!”, tilting his head at Danny, “Mad’s talk to you about that darn spook?”.

Danny whines a little, shifting on his feet. Beating around the bush with his dad wasn’t only pointless but also dumb, “uh, yeah. About that-”.

“Is It breaking in!? Do I need to fight It!?! Did you manage to befriend a spook somehow!?! Does Phantom like space things and that’s why It’s busting into your room!?! Did you dare It to repeated duels for the Fenton family honour!?!”.

Oh goddamnit dad. “You don’t need to fist fight my freaking soulmate, he’s had enough of that tonight!”.

‘I mean, I’m not that tired now’.

Danny thinks Mr combative can chill out and not offer to fist fight Danny’s dad; especially since said dad would definitely say yes and probably eagerly.

His dad stills and blinks, “your soulmate!?! YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE!?!”, and suddenly Danny’s being bodily lifted up and swung around, “that’s amazing Danny boy! And he’s a ghost hunter!”, pausing and lowering Danny a little, not enough for Danny’s feet to actually be touching the ground but enough for his head to stop spinning a little, “a ghost ghost hunter. But still!”, and then continues swinging Danny around a couple more times. Eventually putting Danny down, his mom steading him while his dad chuckles awkwardly, “sorry ‘bout that kiddo! But a soulmate! Wow!”.

Danny shaking himself off violently, “uh, yeah. Zinged and everything”.

His dad laughing a little again, “ah I remember when me and your mom zinged”, then frowning a little and bending slightly to be just a little bit more on Danny’s level, “but why was your soulmate trespassing in the dead of night like on some sitcom? You could have dragged him in through the front door?”; rubbing his neck, “you know, when I imagined meeting my son’s soulmate, I pictured a barbecue. Handshakes. Possibly a back breaking hug. Not espionage!”.

‘Not espionage, he’s says. As if I’m not literally a ghost busting into a ghost hunters home’

Oh Phantom’s clearly a bit offended that the sneaking around might not have been super needed with Danny’s dad, at least now anyways. “Dad. He’s a ghost. One you’ve actively talked about dissecting in front of me???”.

His mom flinching while his dad goes wide-eyed, “oh”.

“Yeah. Oh is right”.

His mom sighing and putting a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “obviously that’s not happening, not now and not ever”. His dad nodding immediately, “I, uh, that hasn’t even been on the table for at least a year, and it never would have been if I’d know, that’s for sure”.

“Good?”. What is Danny even supposed to say to that? If either of his parents was actively cool with trying to chop Phantom up now he’d start throwing fists himself!

‘I’d totally be your cheerleader. I’d rock the outfit and everything’.

That was a mental image that Danny doesn’t know what to do with.

“So how long have you known?! Did he rescue you like a princess? Or did you bump into each other on the Nasty Burger roof? Was it a meet cute!”.

“What?!? No! Oh my zone dad”, Danny groaning and putting his head in his hands immediately. Ugh why are his parents so embarrassing??? Danny, at feeling his eyes fizz up again, just gives up. Let Phantom say whatever dumb shit he clearly wants to. Phantom not moving Danny’s hands from his face, snickers, “I yelled catch before body slamming him into a wall when your portal yeeted me out at him”. Yup. Stupid.

It almost sounds like his mom jumped, “P-Phantom! A little warning, both of you!”.

Phantom moving one of Danny’s fingers to peek a green eye out and smirk at Danny’s parents, “I will not apologize”.

Danny’s dad blinking at the green eye, “I’m confused and don’t want to jump to conclusions”. His mom sighing and turning to the man but keeping an eye on Danny/Phantom, “Phantom being a ghost and Danny being a human has apparently made things a bit weird”, sighing, “and we need to make the Echo Sifter Phantom tolerant”.

The man laughs, rubbing his neck and straightening back up fully, “ah yeah, I guess draining the ecto out of Danny boys soulmate would be pretty rude of us”.

Phantom fully dropping Danny’s hands and eyeing the large man, “ya think? I’m strong so I don’t care that much but it’s still annoying as fuck”. Dude can’t just be swearing at his parents!

Danny’s mom chastising him immediately, “language”; his dad doesn’t look super impressed either.

“You literally shot at me last week I think I can swear a little, as treat”.

Okay no Phantom can shut up now. At least the guy doesn’t fight him on giving him back control when he pushes for it. Danny shaking his head out, “don’t be a dick”.

“Danny!”.

Danny pouts at her and shakes his head again, eyeing his dad, “uh, ghosts are more involved with their cores so he kinda just, um, cuddles up with mine and recovers after fights and sh- stuff. And you know, the whole doctor recommended physical contact”, rubbing his neck, “explained it to mom”, and nods his head at her.

She nods at his dad herself, “it’s just part of being soulmates with them. So yes, Phantom is around, under Danny’s skin, a lot. Most of the time probably”, and looks back to Danny questioningly.

Danny wiggling his hand back and forth in the air, “eh? It depends, he was away more pre-Sifter, since we could still be connected via all that free floating ecto-”.

He’s legit not surprised when his dad interrupts him, “-so we need to stop depleting the town quite so much?”.

“That’d be nice yeah”.

His mom giving him a bit of a judging eyebrow, “only enough that what you guys are doing works again though, this town does not need to be contaminated enough to start growing ecto-plants”.

‘I for one don’t see the issue with that’

Of course he doesn’t, he’s a ghost. Granted Danny doesn’t take much issue with it either but that’s because Danny was firmly ‘ghost friendly’ and had been around ghost flora and fauna plenty enough. “Yeah yeah, okay”.

Both of them nod firmly at him, his dad going wide-eyed seconds later, “wait if he’s here then that means I can get the photo albums!”.

No no no no, Danny looking, panicked, at his mom immediately; trying to beg with his eyes. She smirks at him a little before turning to his dad, “Jack hon, no. We’re having some proper suppers with his soulmate first”.

“But he’s had supper with us?”.

“We didn’t know Phantom was there and Phantom wasn’t even out with us. Those don’t count”.

His dad deflates a little, “ah I guess you’re right”.

She nods strongly, “and they’re soulmate meet and greet suppers, not a research chance”.

“Aw but-”.

Danny can’t help but chuckle a little over how his dad shuts up immediately at her glaring. These ‘suppers’ were going to be weird and awkward as shit though. And he still had to talk to Lancer, ugh. Because yeah, fuck Calculus.

End.

Prompts: Maddie has been noticing the ghost boy actively going into her son’s room. What could the ghost boy want with her son? (Could be halfa Danny or split Danny) Soulmates AU (can be platonic/romantic/familiar/nuanced) Drs Maddie and Jack Fenton have created a new source of green energy that feeds on the ambient ectoplasm in Amity to simultaneously generate power and weaken those pesky spooks. Good dad Jack reveal! Anything involving Danny and Maddie's relationship. Fluff or hurt/comfort, good parent Maddie

#danny phantom #phandom #phic phight 2025 #phic phight #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #my writing #fanfic #danny #maddie #jack #reveal #soulmates au #relationship reveal #danny fenton/Danny phantom #pitch pearl #good parents maddie and jack #Phantom's a little shit

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lazorbeanz · 4 months ago

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Here's a list I made of random thoughts and reactions I had during and after watching STH3 hehehrmrr why did I make this…

(Part 1 🫠)

!spoilers ahead duh!

- damnit Kyle

- ACOUSTIC LIVE AND LEARN?! it’s so peaceful

- Did flashbacks of past trauma just jolt shadow out of a 50 year stasis?-

- bro really took the “woke up (from a 50 year coma) and chose violence” saying literally HDHDHHSD

- Movie Shadow is so cool I LOVE

- Still silly as always hehe 🤭🤭🤭

I just love how that iconic level completed/victory tune played during that last scene ^

- HAHA OZZY GET SUBTITLES!!

DOGGY TRANSLATOR :D

“You stole my hoomans” IM WHEEZING

- okay is it coincidence that where their camping site was, was in the same area as Sonic’s old cave orrr…

Anyways nice lil trip down memory lane! ^-^ also interesting to see that not everything of Sonic’s got moved from the cave into Tom and Maddie’s house

- Omg the ✨stateoftheartsecuritysystem✨ made a return xD good to see he can still master them nunchucks…

- I swear this kid could draw better at like 3 yrs old then I could at 16 🥲

- Tom: *trying to have a wholesome father to son conversation*

Sonic: “yah…iN mA LuNgS”

Tom (in his head probably lmao): “where is this kid’s braincells-“

- “I don’t know what I’d do without ya…*scene switches over to shadow* I’d probably be a totally different hedgehog”

BYE I’m sobbing that was just a SAD move. WHYY DID YOU DO THAT😭😭

- You heard him…leave the lil guy alone :(

- “peace…” “quiet…” STOPPP YOUR GONNA JINX- aaaand yep called it. Here come the uninvited guests 🚁

- *Neon starts playing during the helicopter scene* AWW HELL YEAAAA BANGER SONG + BANGER SCENE = PEAK CINEMA RRRAAAHHHHH

- look at Tails being the copilot HES SO ADORABLE I LOVEEEEE🥹🥹🥹 the little detail of the helmet shifting forward as he looks down..still too big on him but he looks so happy wearing it AAAAAAA

- ONE MILLION PERCENT MUSCLE™️ MENTIONED!!!!

- THE SKYDIVING SCENE WAS AAAAARGH SO COOL I WAS FLAT OUT JAMMING TO THE SONG ATST AKBDJABDJAND I LOVED THEIR SMOOTH AS FORMATIONS AND THEN THE HEROIC LANDING GRAAAAHHHHH

- Tails: “woah…these energy readings are off the chart…”

Meanwhile my sonic boom brainrotted ass: “FORTUNATELY WE HAVE A BIGGER CHART-“

- ONE MILLION PERCENT MUSCLE™️ MENTIONED!!! (AGAIN)

- “excuse me?! Why do you look like me?!”

“I don’t look like you…you look like me!”

- sonic refuses to listen to his team strike one

- ugh shadow and motorcycles >>>>>

- BABYYYYYY 🥺😭

- i am literally squealing, crying and laughing over this one scene

Okay so ofc we got tails just BEING A KID ENJOYING THE CONCERT AWWWW AGAIN MORE SMOL DETAILS LIKE THE HAND CLAPPING AND THE WAGGING TAILS AND SWINGING THE LEGGIES HES LOVIN IT!! 🥹💛

Then we got sonic who you can see IS subtly vibing along…and then he glances over at Tails AND HIS FACE KINDA LIGHTS UP?! LIKE HIM JUST SEEING THE SHEER JOY HIS LITTLE BUDDY IS HAVING RN HES HAPPY FOR HIM I CAN TELL

Knuckles just looks annoyed lmao

And the Commander looks like he’s literally having second hand embarrassment HSHDHDHDHD

That’s what ya get for tryna having a meeting in the Chao Garden ig 🤣

- I-is Commander Walters really dead?… ;-;

- STONE RIDING A MOTORBIKE HELLO?!

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streamafterlaughter · 23 days ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XVII: Am I Making You Feel Sick?

songs for this chapter: erase me by lizzy mcalpine, true hardcore (ii) by fiddlehead, strangers by ethel cain

chapter tags: hurt/slight comfort then more hurt haha hehe sorry!! angst, swearing, drinking, hurt feelings, insults, misunderstandings, everyone's kind of a dick in this one sorry??? | cw/dead dove, do not eat: mentions of suicidal tendencies/ideation such as intrusive thinking, making light of own death. bee has horrible coping mechanisms. also trauma! | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | REMINDER: THIS FIC IS RATED EXPLICIT. 18+ mdni.

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“Here it is!” You pull into the parking lot of the duplex, located only ten minutes away from your own apartment.

“Bee, you don’t have to come in. It’s gonna be boring, and probably kinda pathetic. Not like I can afford much on a prisoner’s salary.”

“Hey. You know, you don’t have to move out right away. I kinda like having you around.” You nudge your brother as the two of you climb the front porch steps. “Unless it’s what you want.”

“Crashing at my little sister’s place is kinda harshing my vibe, truthfully.” He snickers as he says it, unable to keep up the act. “Let’s just see it. Who knows, maybe it's a hidden gem?”

“What the hell, sure.”

—

It is not a hidden gem. In fact, the place is a fucking eyesore, far too visible for your liking. The wallpaper is ancient and garish, yellowed likely with the previous owner’s cigarette smoke, and peeling along the edges. The kitchen is tiled with fake linoleum, clashing immediately into the den’s unfinished hardwood. The appliances are ancient, from the mid eighties if you had to guess. Furniture was sparse and tacky, and the whole place smells like mothballs.

“Rent is twelve hundred a month.”

You gape at the landlord. “Including utilities?” The old, sweaty man shakes his bald head. “You can do whatever you want with it, but I’m not payin’ for it. Planner on takin’ that wallpaper down for years.” You try to catch your brother’s expression without giving yourself away. If you know Chris at all, he’s not gonna take this place. There’s no way.

“You know I’m a felon, right?”

The guy shrugs. “Me too, kiddo.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Chris!”

“Great! First, last, and security deposit can be paid to me on move-in day.” He offers his fat, greedy hand to your brother, and you have to fight the urge to swat it away. Chris takes his hand, shaking it once, and accepting the contract to sign.

“Chris. You really do not have to move out.”

“Yes I do, Bee. I love you dearly, but I need my space. So do you! We aren’t kids anymore, we can’t share such a small space without jumping down each other’s throats.”

You feel blindsided. Up until this very moment, you thought you’d been getting along swimmingly with your brother-turned-roommate. “Are you sick of me already?” You try to play it off, like you’re teasing him, despite dreading his answer.

“Of course not. But it’s not fair of me to not only walk back into your life after six years, but your home? The physical place where you exist? And, on top of that, I’ve had a roommate for six years, I could stand to have a place to myself.”

You sigh, surrendering your argument. “Okay, I get it. You need to spread out. But, you wanna live here?”

“‘Course not, but it’s what I can afford right now. I’ll work my ass off at the bar and fix it up next summer. Get you and your friends to help me out for pizza and beer.” You can’t help but smile at the thought: you, Steve, and Robin peeling off the old wallpaper while Chris and Eddie haul a gently used sofa inside to replace the stained and shredded couch currently sitting in the den.

“Remember, this doesn’t have to be your forever either. You can leave Hawkins.”

“Yeah, one day.” He muses, staring at the wall in front of you.

—

“Should we be drinking if we’re about to get called in to work?” You pick at the label of your beer bottle as your brother takes a swig of his own.

“Eh, does it count as work if I’m in the band?”

“You guys don’t go on ‘til ten, you’ll be slingin’ drinks with me until then.”

Chris shrugs. “One drink’s not gonna hurt us.”

You respond by taking a sip of your own, enjoying the hints of pumpkin in the seasonal ale. As soon as you feel it sliding down your throat, both your phone and your brother’s buzz.

“Welp,”

“Speak of the devil.” He shakes his head.

The Family Ties: mama (to you, crispy): Hi my darlings! So so sorry to ask you this… > Actually, no im not!... You put me thru a combined sixteen hours of labor… > Will you please come save your poor mother and help run the bar tonight?? > Kevin would also appreciate the extra hands…

You catch your brother’s gaze and snort. “This woman, I swear.” He quickly types out a response.

crispy: we’ll be there in 20 mama: thx =)

“You wanna drive?” You dangle your car keys in front of his face, and he attempts to snatch them from you, but you pull them away at the last second. “And let you pick the music? Fuck, no!” You cackle, skipping past him and into the driver’s seat of your car, immediately plugging your phone into the fraying aux cord, and shuffling your playlist.

“We cannot listen to this the entire way there, I’m begging.” The song blaring through your speakers is not Chris’s taste at all: a horribly depressing indie pop song usually meant for playing while staring out a train window while your mind goes somewhere else entirely. Before you can stop him, Chris snags your phone from the cupholder and taps the skip button. “That’s more like it! Knew you had it in ya!” The new track is louder, more drum heavy, and a lot more upbeat than the first, and you have to wonder why you’d put your whole library on shuffle and chance such a drastic contrast.

“My taste is vast and expansive, dear brother.”

“Gee, wonder where you got that from.” He means himself, you know that, but most of your taste in music has been despite your brother. Sure, you love punk music, but his musical knowledge starts and ends with “post-hardcore” bands. He’ll indulge you sometimes, letting you explain the story of Ethel Cain’s character to him in detail, but he’d never seek that out for himself.

You pull into the parking lot still bickering about who has better taste when you’re both silenced by the sheer amount of cars. “We are so fucked.”

“So, totally, fucked.” You nod, craning your neck to look for an empty spot. You pass Edie’s van in the back, pulled up to the stage door as Jeff is hauling in his amp. You pull up next to the vehicle. “Go help your friends, I’ll try to find a spot that isn’t a million miles from here.”

Chris nods, throwing your car door open and stepping out, greeting his friends and already lighting a cigarette.

Before you even put your car back in drive, the door is yanked open again, and Eddie slides into the passenger seat. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s up?”

You can’t help the scoff you let out. “I’m uh, about to go park?”

“Mhm, cool.” He nods, like he’s fascinated by this fact. “You gonna drive, or…?”

“Why are you in my car, Edward?”

“Pullin’ out the government name, huh? Well, ‘scuse me for intruding!”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, trying to stifle the smile threatening to break on your lips, and shift your car into drive. “Probably gonna have to park across the street.” You muse, still having no luck in finding an empty spot.

“You guys don’t have employee parking?”

“We’re a bar, not an office building. First come, first serve.”

“Damn, tough times.” His face stretches into a cartoonish frown, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling like a middle schooler. “Wait!” His outburst causes you to slam on the brakes. “Sorry! Thought I saw a spot but there’s a fuckin’ clown car parked there.”

“That is definitely Robin’s car.” You nod at the bright red VW Bug, decorated with bumper stickers reading “Baby on Board! (I’m Baby)” and “I Brake for Lesbians!”

“That… tracks, actually.” Eddie chuckles, and you nod. “But don’t tell her I said that.”

“No promises. Ooh, this guy’s leaving.” You flick your blinker on and slow to a stop, but before you can even get the chance to turn once the truck’s pulled away, the spot is swiped from you, a bright white BMW screeching into place.

“Oh, fuck you!” Your voice is rising above an acceptable level for inside a car, and you can feel your face getting hot as you let your foot off the pedal, rolling away from the spot that could have been, fuming.

Before you can stop him, Eddie rolls your window down and climbs halfway out, leaning toward the back of the car. “Hey, fuck head! We were here first!” He cups his hands around his mouth as he yells, loud enough to startle any passersby.

A familiar voice calls back, a few seconds later.“Sucks to suck, asshole!”

“Hold the fuck on.” You slam on your brake and throw your car into park, jostling Eddie around in the process. “STEVEN!” You’re also yelling now. “That was my fuckin’ spot, dick head!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Bee, I had no idea.” His apology is weakened by his giggling.

You stand there, arms crossed as Eddie jogs up beside you. “No fuckin’ shit.” Eddie shakes his head, now also laughing. “Of course it was you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“You, with your fancy car and stupid hair, thinks he’s fuckin’ entitled to everythi-”

You wave your arms between the boys. “Okay, enough! Here’s what’s gonna happen. Steve, since you’re so fuckin’ good at finding parking, you’re gonna park my car. I am gonna take Jackass Number Two here–” You jab your thumb towards Eddie, “inside to start setting up. Then, I am gonna bring my ass behind the bar, and likely not leave that spot for the next six hours, considering the abnormally massive amount of people here tonight. Sound good?” They each mumble unconvincing noises of agreement. “What was that?”

“Yes, Bee.” They drone in robotic unison, a bit they’ve long committed to as a response to your scoldings.

“Great! Fantastic! Steve, I will see you inside. Eddie, let’s go, my brother’s gonna be fuckin’ pissed at you.”

“Shit. Must be Tuesday.” He’s still grinning, and you can’t figure out if he’s charming or irritating you. He yanks the bar door open, gesturing for you to go inside first, before skirting behind you like a dog on a short leash.

–

“Mom?” You call her as you yank your apron off the coat hook, tying it haphazardly around your waist before sliding behind the bar counter. “You doin’ alright?”

“Hi, honey! Yeah, I’m alright. Kev just happened to go on lunch five minutes before we got absolutely flooded with people.” She gestures to the crowd clamoring in front of her, and it’s then that you notice what you’re dealing with. These patrons are clearly all a part of the same subculture, clad in leather and denim, with long and unruly locks of unbrushed hair. Simply put, they all look like Eddie Munson.

“These guys all here for the band?” You shout over the noise of the music, paired with the unintelligible shouting of the customers.

“Think so! Chris was talkin’ about putting some of the songs on the internet. Maybe he finally did!” Your mom’s words give you pause, Chris never mentioned wanting to share the songs to you. It’s a second slap in the face when you’re forced to acknowledge that Eddie didn’t either.

“Good for them!” You plaster what you hope is a convincing smile, and direct your attention to the patron in front of you. She’s short, petite, and probably wearing twice her weight in metal chains clipped to her clothing. Ink covers both of her arms, and you fight the urge to study what the shapes could possibly mean as she orders a rum and coke. You make her drink quickly, without an attempt to make conversation like you normally would, considering the noise level. She slides you a twenty and smiles, snatching her cup off the counter before the condensation has the chance to sweat. As you continue making drinks, your eyes wander to the stage, where the guys are still plugging wires into various pedals and amplifiers. Eddie approaches the mic, where he says something unheard by anyone except him and their sound “engineer,” Gareth’s friend from college fiddling on the small sound board in the back of the room. Finally, Eddie gives a thumbs up, and pulls his in-ear speaker out to rest

on his shoulder before crouching to tape the setlist to the floor in front of him.

“Bee!” You’re pulled back into reality with your mother’s fingers snapping in your face. “Where’d you go just now? I need you here, making drinks with me! You can think about your boyfriend later.” The last part is said more lightly, and you feel your face flush.

“Mom, you can’t say that here. Every girl in this room wants that title, I sure as hell don’t need them thinking I’m standing in their way of that!”

“Hey, definitely not every girl. I already know a few of them play for the other team.”

You roll your eyes. “Should I let Robin know?”

Your mother’s response is cut by the piercing sound of feedback, stabbing through your ears like a kitchen knife. On stage, the guys wince, frantically searching for the source of the shrieking before yanking a wire, successfully silencing it.

“Sorry!” Eddie says sheepishly into the mic, evoking a buzz of awkward laughter from the front row. “We’ll be back, uh, soon!” There’s a scattered applause as Eddie hurriedly follows the rest of the band backstage.

“Bee!” You hear her call your name over the noise.

“Hey, Rob! See you found my parking spot stealer.” You nod to Steve, and he pouts at you.

“Oh, did he piss you off tonight too?” Robin elbows the boy in his ribs, causing him to wince in pain. “Because dingus here decided to invite his old buddies from Hawkins High School here tonight.”

You gape at her, then at Steve. “Come again for Big Fudge?”

Steve opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats the movement twice more before speaking. “Listen, it’s just a couple guys from the team. I will make sure they behave themselves.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about.” You glance to the stage behind you, which is empty now, save for Kevin making sure everything is properly placed. “If Eddie finds out his high school fuckin’ bullies are here, he’s gonna lose his mind.”

“Oh, c’mon, give Eddie some credit.”

“Steve, do I need to remind you what happened when I got stood up? What do you think he’s gonna do if he sees the guy that used to shove him into lockers here? On the night his band plays!” You don’t know why you’re so pissed off, you’d never had a direct problem with Tommy. Carol Perkins, however, was someone you’re praying Steve didn’t think to include.

“I think he’d be a perfect gentleman!”

You snort, pouring a beer from the draft for a very thirsty biker. “Right, Eddie’s a gentleman and I actually can fly.” You nod as you speak, the sarcasm dripping from your lips like acid. “Let’s get real for a second. He’s gonna lay the kid out if he even catches a glimpse. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

But Steve isn’t looking at you anymore, he’s looking behind you, but when you turn around to see, there’s nothing there. “Hello? Earth to Steve?”

“What? Sorry, thought I saw someone.” You cock an eyebrow at him. “Must’ve imagined it. Anyway, don’t worry. I’m driving tonight, so I’ll be sober enough to keep everyone in check.”

“Oh, Stevie. Ever the babysitter.” Robin coos mockingly, patting his shoulder. “I, however, cannot relate. One dirty shirley, pretty please!”

“I wouldn’t have ever guessed.” You tease her, already preparing the drink she always orders. As you pour the sprite, the house lights dim around you, leaving only the overhead bar lights beaming through the dark room. The crowd gets impossibly louder, a cacophony of shrieks and shouted obscenities as the boys take the stage. Chris comes first, waving his arms to get the crowd hyped up, followed by Jeff swinging his bass around his shoulder. Of course, there’s a gap between Jeff and Eddie. You see Gareth on the side of the stage, shaking his head as he talks to someone you can’t see. From where you are, he looks… worried?

Finally, Gareth grabs the mystery person by the shoulders, spinning him toward the stage. Eddie walks out, barely registering the crowd in front of him. You lean over the bar to ask Robin, “Is he alright?” But she only gives you a shrug. Eddie approaches the mic, adjusting it to his height despite the fact that it had been perfectly set already. “What’s up, Hawkins!” He practically shrieks into the mic and is rewarded with the hysterical screams of almost everyone in the room. “We are Corroded Coffin, thanks for comin’ out!” He steps away, and Chris taps his sticks together to count them off. It takes all of a minute before something goes wrong.

You notice before anyone else, but Eddie’s a whole count off, coming in an entire measure too early. Luckily, you can tell that Chris and Jeff have caught it, and work with Eddie’s slip up.

It doesn’t stop there, though. You’ve never seen Eddie so… off before, definitely not while performing. He’s not giving the crowd the show he normally would, lacking the theatrical stage presence and banter between songs. There’s no personality, and it confuses you to watch. You’d assumed Eddie would be ecstatic by the turn out for his band, but to you he seems anxious.

“What the hell is wrong with Munson?” Gareth appears beside you, causing you to jump.

“What?” You shout over Eddie’s slightly off-key singing.

“He was freaking out before they went on, said something about the Dark Side being here? Some weird shit?”

Oh, no. “Did he say anything else?”

“Yeah, he was raving about how he’ll never be a ‘gentleman’.” Gareth raises his fingers in quote. “Do you have any fuckin’ clue what any of that means, or why he’d be so fucked up about it?” He looks at you with suspicion, like somehow he’d heard you say all that not ten minutes ago.

“Wh-” Then you pull your eyes from Gareth to look at Steve. “Fuck.”

“You need to fix whatever is going on there,” He points at the stage, where Eddie has seemingly broken a guitar string and is trying to play around it. “Because I tried, and he wouldn’t fuckin’ listen to me.”

“Shit, yeah. Okay. Give me a second.” You push away from the counter, over to where your mom is punching orders into the computer. “Mom, we need to shut this down.”

“What the hell are you talking about, honey? We’ve never made this much on a Tuesday in our lives.”

“Yeah, and we never will if we don’t do something right fucking now.”

“Okay, listen, sweetie. I know you don’t love Corroded Coffin, and frankly I don’t either, but they’re apparently very well liked–”

“Mom! Would you listen to this for a second?” You gesture for her to shut up and actually hear how the band currently sounds: Awful. Somehow Chris has lost the count, likely from the way Eddie seems to be rushing through their second song, singing way faster than the song actually calls for. “He’s crashing out, I need to talk to him before he embarrasses himself even more.”

Luckily, your mom has a heart, and seems to want to help you get Eddie out of this. “Okay. What can I do?”

–

When the second song comes to a clattering end, your mom rushes onto the stage before the band can dig themselves further into mockery. “Sorry, sorry!” She scurries up to Eddie and whispers something in his ear, her hand over the mic to make sure no one else hears. He nods, then moves forward.

“Hey, really sorry guys. We’re gonna take a beat for some technical difficulties. Talk, dance, drink amongst yourselves. We’ll be right back.” And just like that, the house lights are on, and the band is setting their instruments down before walking off stage.

You call to Kev. “Hey, you got this, right? My mom’s coming back, I gotta go take care of something.”

“Yeah, no worries! Go help your boyfriend!” He means it, you can tell by the grin on his face, but it doesn’t stop your flinching. You slide out of the bar as your mom returns, and weave your way through the sweaty crowd to get backstage. “Hey!” You call out to the guys’ backs as they enter the green room, watching as Eddie throws something at the wall. “Whoa, hold on!” You jog to catch up before Eddie can slam the door, shoving it open. “I need to talk to your frontman. In private.” The guys groan, but exit without more of an argument. You turn to Eddie, who’s practically shaking in front of you, fists clenched, jaw set.

“What the hell do you want?”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem? This is who I am, Bee! You of all people know that, know where I come from.” His tone is drenched in venom, you can feel each word stinging behind your eyes. “I’m not nice. I’m not, how’d you put it? A gentleman?” You freeze. “That is what you said, right?”

“Is that what this is about?” You dare to take a step toward him. “Is that all you heard?”

“Why? Did I miss you hurling more insults at my character?” He’s practically shouting, and you do your best not to cower.

“No, but you might have missed some important context. For your information, Steve had informed me that your high school bullies are here. I told him not to be surprised if you lay them out for daring to show their faces on your band’s night. I never meant for you to hear that. I shouldn’t have said it.”

He doesn’t respond right away, studying the floor instead of looking at you. “Oh. That would have been some pretty useful context.”

“Mhm,” You nod, rolling your eyes. “Now you definitely need to go back out there and show that crowd who Eddie Munson actually is. Because whatever the fuck that was, wasn’t him.” He looks up to meet your eyes, but you avert your own to his shoes. “The Eddie I know is way more metal than that.” You can hear him chuckling, tension fading from the air. “I am really sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Especially that part. For the record, I think you’re pretty gentlemanly generally speaking.”

“Do you now?”

“You always open the car door for me.” You state mater-of-factly.

“That’s ‘cause it’s you.”

Before you can ask what he means, your mom calls from behind the door. “You almost ready to go? These guys seem like the type to get violent if they don’t get what they came for, and I can’t afford a new front window right now.”

“Yeah, we’re coming!” You call back, and turn back to Eddie. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Even if I’m not, I’d rather not owe your mom a new front window.”

“That’s the spirit!” You reach your arms over your head, exaggerating a cheerleader pose. Eddie scoffs, shaking his head as he walks past you, and out the door. You trail behind him, shaking his shoulders as the two of you walk back to the side of the stage, where the rest of the band waits for their frontman.

They redo their entrance, and luckily for everyone the crowd is willing to give them a second chance. Eddie’s second time approaching the mic is much more in character, addressing members of the crowd with points and devil horns, amping them up before snatching the mic from the stand.

“Let’s try this shit again, huh?” He growls, and the crowd goes completely nuts. Your ears ring with the volume, and you have to plug them until you’re safely back behind the bar. “My dearest apologies for… whatever the fuck that was!” Eddie exclaims, and it pulls a roar of laughter from the fans. “We are Corroded Coffin, thanks for comin’ out!” He starts in on their first song again, this time on the correct count. It’s like night and day, Eddie on stage now compared to before. He’s moving, thrashing around as he nails every chord he plays, vocals strong and perfectly pitched, without a single sign he’d ever struggled to hit them. You move despite yourself, swaying to the rhythm as you pour a beer every couple of minutes. Before you know it, though, you’re not taking orders because the whole room is on the dance floor, a circle pit forming in the middle as Eddie slices through a guitar solo. You can’t help but be entranced by his presence onstage, drenched in sweat and shining as a spotlight hits him, eyes squeezed closed as he screams into the mic, and you feel each note in your bones.

Sooner than you hoped, the show is over. Eddie’s shirt has been tossed into a gaggle of shrieking girls, and you watch as they pathetically fight for the piece of fabric. Eddie tosses his pick back, and Chris hurls his sticks behind it before waving as he exits the stage. Eddie lingers to hand the setlist to a particularly excited looking guy in the front row, dapping him up before needing to be pulled away by his friend. You can’t seem to unglue your eyes from Eddie as he walks off stage, sweat dripping down his bare back, jeans clinging to his slim waist as his hips swing side to side.

Someone clears their throat, snapping you back to earth. “Bee? You okay?” Robin is in front of you, with Steve next to her looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve been zoned out for like, five whole minutes.”

“I have not!” You huff, definitely guilty of the accusation.

“Uh huh. Okay. What happened?” Robin collapses onto the barstool directly in front of you. “I want details!”

“What do you mean?”

“What did you say to Eddie? I saw you go backstage.” You catch Steve sitting too, trying really hard to look disinterested, and still failing.

“He overheard us talking about Steve’s friends. Well, partially.”

“You’re telling me that shit show was because of us?” Steve chimes in, offended.

“More like because of me. He heard what I said about him being nice.”

“And that threw him so far off his game he had to start over.” Robin deadpans, blinking rapidly. Interesting.”

“It is?”

“Yes, dingus. Extremely.”

Steve huffs. “I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t, you’re a guy. Bee, you get it, right?”

“I mean, I think so? I get what you think you’re saying, sure.”

“I don’t think, I know!”

“Can someone please tell the stupid man what the hell is going on?” Steve is practically pleading with you now.

“Eddie’s in love with Bee.” Robin states, crossing her arms over her chest in challenge.

“He is?”

“He is not!” You might as well throw a tantrum, the way you whine the words at your friends.

“Why else would that affect him so badly?” Steve doesn’t have an answer to that. Neither do you. “See! Like I said.” Robin bares her teeth in a taunting smile.

“Get out of my bar.”

“What?”

“Leave! Last call! You’re cut off, whatever! Just get out.”

“I’m drunk! I can’t drive!”

“Steve, you too. Out.”

He gasps. “What did I do?!”

“You brought Little Miss Know It All over here.”

“See, Robin? This is why no one likes us.”

Robin rolls her eyes, sliding off the stool. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She points at you, and you sigh. “I promise, no more very clear observations. At least for your sake.”

“Fine. I will see you tomorrow.” With that, you wave your friends away, and watch as they dodge leather clad arms on their way out the door.

–

The bar is trashed. Plastic cups litter the entire floor, along with peanut shells and assorted garbage. You huff as you walk around the bar with a trash bag, sealed into latex gloves as you pluck piece after piece of trash off the floor.

Your mom slides the cash deposit into a poly bag and sighs. “What a fuckin’ night, huh?”

You giggle at her candor, and Chris joins you with the mop bucket rolling behind him. “You guys are really gettin’ your voices out there.” She muses, scribbling a half dead ballpoint on the deposit slip.

“Yeah, we finally finished the music video we started before I went away. Posted it last week and I guess some really popular punk podcast gave us a shoutout. Super dope.” You’re happy for your brother, but something deep in your chest cracks as you picture him getting signed, packing up, and leaving you behind, and taking Eddie with him. Again. The edges of your vision blur the more the thought takes on a life of its own: Corroded Coffin to perform at Superbowl LXIII 2029, the biggest stage in the entire world. In other news, sister of Coffin’s drummer and washed up author and journalist, Bee Last/Name, was found dead in her apartment this morning. More at eleven.

“Bee, sweetie?” Your mom calls out to you, voice wavering with concern. “You alright?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.” You physically shake the thought from your head and return to litter patrol.

“Chris, the boys still here?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Tell them to come help you.”

“Mom, they don’t work here.”

“I will give them each a beer.”

Chris lets out a loud “HA!” before disappearing backstage to grab his bandmates. When he returns, it’s with Jeff, Gareth, Gareth’s sound guy, three very pretty, very sweaty girls, and Eddie. “They all said they’d help for a free beer.”

Your mom shrugs. “Don’t go unionizing on me, this is a one time thing.” The group disperses, snatching spray bottles and rags and feverishly cleaning the tables and booth seats.

“Huh.” You take in your surroundings, hands resting on your hips. “Can’t even do my fuckin’ job without some bullshit.”

“Bee, they’re helping.” Chris attempts to console you to no avail.

“No, it’s cool. Can’t be in the band, can’t be the bus boy. Can I at least be the one that goes the fuck home?” You have no idea why you’re so on edge suddenly. You know it definitely is not because the same girl that ordered from you earlier this evening, the short one covered in tattoos, is about to climb Eddie like a tree. She barely reaches his shoulder, having to get on her toes to whisper something in his ear, causing Eddie to toss his head back with laughter. And you watch the whole thing unfold in your own mother’s bar. Nope. That definitely isn’t the reason.

“Yeah, actually. Bee, go home. You’ve done enough tonight.” The words don’t come from your mom, nor do they come from your brother.

They come from Eddie. He doesn’t even bother to look at you while he says them.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve had a long night. You should go home.” He shrugs, and you feel something in your chest crack.

“Fuck you, man.” You brush past him, into the back room to grab your keys. There are no footsteps following behind, chasing you down to apologize. You leave through the emergency exit, setting the security alarm off. In the now empty lot, you can see your little corolla across the street, illuminated by the lights of the overflow lot. Alone. You walk to your car alone, drive back home alone, and enter the apartment where you live alone. You don’t bother turning the lights on as you enter, tossing your keys and bag onto the front table before trudging to your room, tossing your beer-soaked clothing to the floor. Before you can think too much about it, you throw your fist into your bedroom wall.

“FUCK!” You retract your hand into yourself, cradling it with your uninjured one. The wall is fine, but one look at your knuckles tells you that you’ve mangled them at least a little bit. “Fuck. Shit, god fucking DAMN IT!” You’re in hysterics, hand throbbing as you frantically dig for your phone in the chaos of your discarded clothing. You find it, and immediately drop it on your bare foot. “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna put a goddamn gun in my mouth.” The words tumble out, spoken for no one except the knick knacks on your bureau. When you’ve retrieved your phone a second time, you scroll through your recent messages and realize just how screwed you are.

You have somehow managed to piss everyone off tonight. Steve and Robin, for kicking them out. Chris just wants to keep the peace, and you can understand that. But Eddie…. You can’t see how that one’s your fault. You apologized, and you really thought everything was okay up until the end there. So, as if suddenly a fiend for self sabotage, and once you’ve wrapped an ice pack around your bruising hand, you send the text:

> i dont think being friends with you is working for me.

And turn your phone off before collapsing into bed.

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