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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Rituale Septem - Day 2: Sloth

Pairing: (Phantom x f!reader)

Summary: With one sin down, your focus is on day two; the sin of sloth. Terzo sends his Ghouls to take care of your every need, so you don't have to lift a finger...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Male masturbation, soft dom (f), m sub, sort of a servant dynamic (but fully consensual), fingering, grinding, p in v sex, pulling out

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A/N: So, I became a Ghost fan in July, which means I don't know anything about Terzo era Ghouls and would have struggled hugely to write them. I'm aware that Swiss and Dew/Sodo were very briefly on stage with Terzo? (I think?) or at least had silver masks with Cardinal Copia like they do in this fic, but Phantom wouldn't have. Just, for arguments sake, picture them as 'trainee Ghouls', and so have all got silver masks. Thanks. Love ya.

Prev: Day 1 - Lust | Next: Day 3 - Gluttony

Terzo didn’t sleep well that night.

You may have expected him to, spent and exhausted from your exploits together that afternoon but he was wide awake. His head swam with images of you, his cock thickening as he recounted the noises you’d made for him, the way you’d felt around him...

Perhaps it was the pent up lust that had built whilst you had teased each other mercilessly that made his attraction to you so strong – he assumed it would pass, a minor infatuation as he had had many times before. He simply liked how you had fought back against his own teasing and come ready to seduce him right back, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

This week of rituals with himself and whoever else was invited to play with you was the most fresh and exciting injection of vitality to his sex drive he noted in recent years. However, he knew that he couldn’t partake in every ritual each day of the week – he wasn’t the one who needed Lucifer’s guidance. That was you. He was simply a supporting role, but he did know that that first sin with you would not be his last this week.

With his cock hard and aching beneath the silk sheets of his bedding, he grumbled in frustration as his mind swam with more images of taking you as he wished, giving you as much pleasure as you could take before finally giving in himself. He found himself wanting nothing more than to please you, to give you what you needed, to help you.

Terzo’s bare hand snaked across his stomach, giving in to his needs and wrapping his fingers around the base of his solid length to pump himself in time with the footage replaying in his mind's eye of his deep thrusts inside you. He groaned and growled to himself in the darkness of his bedroom, blissfully recounting the memories of that afternoon.

“Ohh, Principessa...” he whispered into the night, climax building embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t help himself. Within just a few minutes, he was releasing a hurried and powerful load onto the hair across the expanse of his chest.

‘Just an infatuation’, he told himself. ‘This, too, shall pass.’

October 26th

You had every intention of getting up on time. You really did. But when your alarm had sounded, you’d perhaps smashed the snooze button a little too hard and rolled over into another light sleep that became a rather deep sleep.

It was a pounding on your door that woke you – a strong knock, almost aggressive. You shot up from the bed in your nightdress, uncaring of your modesty when the only person you knew would be at your door knocking this angrily would be Secondo.

You were late for work, judging by the sunlight that crept through the cracks of your curtains, and the October chill in the air of your humble little living quarters sent a chill washing over you when you’d peeled your bedsheets back. The knocking persisted, aggressive and loud; only Secondo would be this angry at your tardiness.

As you reached the door that was still being pounded against by his angry fist, you stumbled and latched onto the handle, wrenching it open with a litany of apologies spilling frantically from your mouth. You were never late for Secondo. Just once was a potentially sackable offense.

“Sister, calm down. I’m not Secondo...”

When you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and actually looked at whoever was at the door, you realised that it indeed wasn’t Secondo at all. It was a ghoul, silver shining mask glinting as if just polished.

One of the newer ones, only a few weeks into his role and still in his training phase. And here you were in a satin nightdress that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples in the cold air of your room – and even behind his mask, you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked down and widened when he noticed. Heat spread across your face in embarrassment, and you hid yourself behind the door, head poking from around the corner to talk to the ghoul.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of the image before he continued.

“Sorry, uh... Phantom, Sister. I’ve been sent by Papa?” he seemed just as confused as you did.

“S-Secondo sent a ghoul for me?” Your stomach dropped, knowing that if he hadn’t come to get you himself it was because he was too busy to – because you weren’t there to help him with his workload. And he’d be more pissed than you imagined. “Shit!”

“Oh, no! Sorry, I’m not... I wasn’t sent by Secondo, but Papa Terzo. He asked me to give you this?” he reached into the pocket of his trousers and handed you an envelope addressed to ‘Principessa’; his crest embedded in the wax seal on the back. Butterflies rammed your stomach lining as if they themselves were trying to get to the letter in his hand. You took it from him and ripped into it anxiously...

Good morning, Principessa. Did you sleep well last night? I certainly did not. Too much on my mind after yesterday... Each time I shut my eyes expecting the usual black void, all I could see was purple... I suppose you could say, I had my hands full most of the night. Imagine a wink, here. I believe you will need your rest today, no? You seemed somewhat sleepy when I last saw you yesterday. I can’t imagine why... but I have arranged for you to have the day off. I have some rules for you to follow, however, and they MUST be followed. 1. You are not to lift a finger, all day. This includes walking, eating, drinking - anything. (I will only make exceptions for using the bathroom and breathing.) 2. Ghouls will be on hand to help you through the day. First, our newest Ghoul, Phantom, will be at your beck and call. Go easy on him, he’s a nuisance but he’s quite shy. 3. The Ghouls are there willingly to help you with ALL of your needs. They are consenting and on hand should you need... anything. 4. If you have any questions, you send them to me via. Ghoul. You do not leave your abode today, you stay put and enjoy your lazy day. Break my rules, and the ritual is over. I will come and see you when I get a spare moment this evening. Put my Ghouls to good use, Sorella. Papa Emeritus III

You looked over the cursive and furrowed your brows. His cheek shone through even in his handwriting, toying with you and clearly enjoying it. You did have to smirk a little that you’d made your way so far into his head that your choice of lingerie had haunted him as he’d tried to sleep. ‘Had my hands full most of the night’... Did he mean what you thought he meant?

“So... you’re like, waiting on me?” you asked Phantom, who stood patiently waiting at your threshold.

“I guess so. He told me to take care of every need that arose. I can't let you do anything yourself. He didn’t say why, but told me he’d send me to the ninth circle of hell for treachery if I failed...” he explained, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

“Oh... he wouldn’t do that, Phantom. Just so you know,” you tried to reassure him.

“You didn’t see the look on his face...” he chuckled, absolutely no humour behind it. “Still, he gave me a choice and explained what today entailed. I agreed. So uh, anything you need, I’m at your service.”

You wondered if he had deliberately emphasised part of that on purpose, sounding somewhat suggestive... And then it dawned on you.

Papa was giving you an easy way to perform sin today.

Sloth.

“Well, I suppose you’d better come in then,” you smiled, opening the door and stepping away from it, modesty long forgotten. Phantom stepped inside, nervously ringing his hands and standing awkwardly in the cramped little living space between your couch and practically ancient TV set. You moved to sit on the couch, getting comfortable seeing as you were apparently confined to it for the day.

“C-can I get you anything, sister?” he asked, eager to please already.

“Uh... I haven’t had breakfast yet?”

“On it!” he hurried, trotting into your little kitchenette, fishing through your fridge and cupboard to pull together ingredients to make you something from scratch, while you flicked on the TV to some pretentious morning show and kept an eye on the ghoul making a mess and a racket in your kitchen.

Perhaps a day off, lounging around and not lifting a finger would be nice...

Secondo was positively seething as he stomped into Terzo’s office, not bothering to knock and ignoring Sister Christine’s attempts to stall or calm him.

“Ah, come on in, fratello,” Terzo invited with sarcasm dripping from every word and a smug smile on his painted face.

“You gave my assistant the day off?! What right do you have? Do you know how much work I have to do?” he yelled, slamming his fist down on Terzo’s desk. “I think your title is going to your testone, fratellino (fat head, little brother)...”

Terzo’s smug smile vanished and a look of vague annoyance took over as he rose from his chair, readying for confrontation.

“And you seem to forget you lost yours,” he taunted. Secondo’s eyes widened before he grabbed the collar of his brother's shirt, pulling him far enough over the desk he could headbutt him if the need arose.

“Attento a come parli (watch your mouth),” he warned through grit teeth. He pushed Terzo back and took a step away from the desk. “Sister ____ is my staff. You had no authority!”

“Actually, I think you’ll find I do. I’m sure you’ll manage a singular day without her.”

Secondo knew there was no use in arguing with his brother, both ridiculously stubborn men in their own right. He huffed and turned to leave, shoes clacking loudly on the stone flooring.

“You work her too hard, fratello mio...” Terzo smirked. Secondo span on his heels, chewing the inside of his cheek to stop an onslaught of abuse from spilling from him like word vomit.

“Me?! You insolent little shit. I’m sure you worked her harder than necessary yesterday,” he accused. “What, is she your next little fixation? Your new little prediletta (favourite)?”

He couldn’t explain why, but Secondo’s insinuation that you were just another notch on his bedpost annoyed him more than being interrupted and screamed at in the first place. Sure, he had a reputation as a ladies’ man – and a man’s man too, for that matter – but perhaps it was merely Secondo’s tone that bothered him.

“Perhaps, before you judge, you would care to ask why your assistant is suddenly spending time with me after very little interaction at all in the past sixteen years since she took her vows, hm?”

Secondo laughed bitterly. “Please, do enlighten me!”

Terzo stalled for a moment – he wasn’t sure you wanted anybody else knowing, much less your boss. But if he was being this much trouble on day two of the seven, he could get in the way and ruin your chances at completing the ritual at all. If Secondo knew, perhaps he would step back, and allow you your chance to find yourself at the end of these seven days...

“She is performing a ritual. A very intense and laborious ritual. It takes place over seven days, and it must happen now, before All Hallow’s Eve.”

Secondo’s brow furrowed and his eyes squinted in suspicion, curiously searching the archives in his mind full of rituals and spells he had learned over the years. And then it dawned on him...

“Rituale Septem?” he barely whispered the name, shocked you would even attempt such a thing. He didn’t think you the type to be comfortable with such an extensive and invasive ritual. “Why would she need to speak with The Dark One?”

“She feels lost, fratello. I’m trying to guide my flock back onto a path she is able to see for herself. Do you understand?”

“Are you telling me she... is experiencing doubts?” For the first time in Satan knew how many years, Terzo saw hurt flash across his brother’s face. His hardened exterior was always a mask, that much was true, but the mention that perhaps the closest person he had to a friend in the ministry was doubting her position, doubting her faith... it stung him, and his mask slipped for just a moment.

“It’s not personal, Secondo. We mustn’t take it as such. But yes, she is doubting Him. Is it not my job to attempt whatever necessary when she is so desperate to hear His voice?”

Secondo thought for a moment, slowly sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Terzo’s desk.

“Sì, sì... Non ne avevo idea (I had no idea)…" he sighed. “Why would she not feel she could come to me?” His genuine confusion and disappointment were clear in his voice. He knew his rituals so well, had the deepest knowledge of anyone in the Ministry. He could have helped you, surely?

“Fratello, I mean no disrespect when I say this but... you are not the most emotionally available man to open up to, se sai cosa voglio dire (if you know what I mean). I believe she was worried you would be angry at her for her doubts,” Terzo explained, a gentility to his voice. He knew you meant more to Secondo than simply an employee. You don't work side by side with someone for six years and not develop some form of relationship.

Secondo’s mind ticked over, before he settled upon understanding rather than jumping straight into defensiveness. As much as he would like to, he couldn’t argue with that. Instead, he conceded, wanting nothing more than to help in any way he could.

“What do you need from me?” His head snapped up to look at Terzo who stood watching in amazement at his change in demeanour.

“Your co-operation,” he pleaded. “Today I’ve planned sloth for her. She must stay home and not lift a finger all day.”

“Concordato (agreed). Anything else?”

Terzo thought for a moment, going over the plans he had made for the week ahead to see if there was indeed anything Secondo could do.

“Actually, sì... There is perhaps one particular sin you would be very useful for...”

Your morning was, indeed, as lazy as Papa had intended for you. Phantom took three attempts to make an edible batch of pancakes since he categorically said no to every time you went to move from the couch and help him. He was right, of course. You had to stay put, but it wasn’t natural for you and it took fighting every natural instinct in your body not to help or tend to your needs yourself.

He’d done everything for you that morning, carrying you if you needed to walk, spoon-feeding you like a roman emperor (although you’re sure Julius Caesar didn’t have to sit through three rounds of ‘here comes the choo-choo train’). It felt wrong, but wasn’t that entirely the point? Sinning.

But you hadn’t expected it to feel so icky – icky being the only word appropriate for how the feeling of lording over someone as your servant made you feel a little drunk with power. And with Phantom so eager to please, running here, there and everywhere for you, you were fighting hard not to let the power go to your head.

As the morning dragged on, you became increasingly aware of the fact he was here to tend to any need you had, mulling over how he had made it abundantly clear that he was here and willing. Well, you could tell that in his eagerness to please, rushing to your side whenever you needed something and going above and beyond to make you comfortable. He was being a good little servant, and a part of you was ready to test the waters, so to speak...

“Phantom, would you do something for me?” you asked, to which his masked head snapped to you from where he sat watching daytime TV with you, and he nodded fervently. “I... could do with a bath... would you mind running one for me?”

Even behind the silver eye holes you saw enough to see his eyes widen. “S-sure, yeah... Bubbles and stuff?” he asked.

“Hmm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering closed as you imagined the warmth of aromatic waters submerging you, “please...”

When you looked, Phantom’s jaw had gone slack, and the poor Ghoul was staring intently at you. He jumped up with a startling speed with a “yes, sister!” and scurried off into your bathroom where you heard the faucets squeaking in protest and a heavy flow of water hitting the tub’s surface. You smirked a little at his enthusiasm, playing with the lace hem of your nightdress you were yet to change out of. You watched in delight as he scurried in and out of your little apartment gathering supplies you didn’t have to hand from Papa Primo’s gardens and the store cupboards near the chapel.

It took him 20 minutes before he was satisfied with the bath he’d drawn for you, stepping out of the bathroom and stopping in the doorway to announce it was ready. You began to stand, only to have him on his knees in front of you in a flash with a scream of “No! No...” and hands on your bare knees. He looked down at where his flesh had come into contact with your own and jumped back a little in shock.

“I mean, I’ll... I have to carry you.”

“Oh, of course. Silly me,” you smiled sweetly, as if this wasn’t exactly your plan – a power play. Because whether you saw it yet, or not, being waited on hand and foot, treated with respect that verged on worship was beginning to go to your head a little.

He slipped his arms under your knees, the other around your back and lifted you effortlessly bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom where he sat you on the edge of the tub. Frankly, you couldn’t believe the effort he’d gone to...

From Papa Primo’s stores, the water was filled with aromatic flowers and oils, bubbles stacked high at one end as steam rose from the surface. From the chapel’s store cupboards, the room was alight with black candles on every available surface, a soft warm glow flickering around the small room.

“I’ll um, let you... undress,” he nodded shyly as your nightgown and stood, turning his back to you and averting his gaze from the steamed mirror for good measure. But you had other ideas...

“Phantooooom,” you whined, “I don’t think I can. I’m not supposed to do anything today...”

You saw his shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath, as if he were doing his best to remain composed, before he slowly turned around and nodded. He stepped towards you, hands trembling a little, as he knelt and began to push the hem of your nightdress up your thighs slowly. He seemed to be savouring the moment a little, maybe it was just nerves, but you could see him bite his lip the higher the satin rose.

As it grazed over your hips, lifting up past your ass with a bit of a shuffle from you, you could hear the way he gulped, eyes trained on the skimpy panties you had underneath. His anguish only got worse when lifting higher, your bare breasts were exposed before him, and you raised your arms to allow him to easily remove the nightdress completely.

You smiled at him softly, waiting for him to continue and giving him the green light to do so. He exhaled a breath he’d been holding, fingers curling into the hem of your panties at your hips where he began to drag them down your thighs. He refused to look at where he’d now exposed, a blush spreading across his face that he was grateful was hidden by his mask. He felt a sense of shame for being even remotely turned on by this, but the shame was so exciting. For him, and for you...

To save him a little from combusting and leaving scorch marks on your bathroom floor, you crossed your legs in what could be considered a very seductive looking pose, and ran your fingers through the water behind you with a soft hum.

“Is...is the temperature okay?” he asked, strictly looking only at your face and your face alone.

“Perfect, thank you, Phantom,” you reached your dry hand to pinch gently and affectionately at his exposed chin. “Would you mind?”

He shook his head, again moving to roll his shirt sleeves up his arms and lifting you bridal style, gently lowering you into the water. As you sank into the water in his arms, you let a satisfied little moan slip from your lips, and felt the way his arms tensed. Now fully bathed, he stood and wiped his forearms on a towel and went to exit the room, leaving you with privacy and giving him a chance to calm down and uh... soften up.

So, when you stopped him, and asked him to sit with you because you “wanted someone to talk to”, he inwardly groaned and agreed. He was trying so desperately to avoid temptation, to only act on requests as Papa had told him to do.

“You only do the things she asks of you, Phantom. You do not try to seduce her, hai capito? (understand)? You do not make any moves. You let her come to you, if she wishes. You respect her wishes, sì?”

Of course, he’d respect your wishes. He would never do anything untoward, never push you or attempt to guide you to him. He was very much aware you held the power today and if he was being honest, he much preferred it that way.

But you were making it so hard for him to remain professional when all he wanted was to beg and plead for you to let him take care of you.

Especially when you asked him to wash you.

He found himself on his knees beside the tub, carefully and slowly scrubbing at the expanse of your chest, watching the suds wash away and the shine of the water glinting in the candlelight on your skin. It was hypnotising, and your little moans of bliss were killing him slowly, like hands squeezing the life out him by the neck.

You slipped down further into the tub, your legs bent and parting to make way for him to trail the washcloth between your thighs where a heat was blooming aside from the warmth of the water. He got the message, averting his eyes and running the washcloth over your core gently. You moaned again, this time a little louder at the pressure to where you needed it. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moaning too at the sound and the strain in his pants.

His eyes shot open and his head snapped to stare at you, hand clutching the washcloth stilling in shock and fear.

“I-I... Sister, I... I’m so sorr-” he began to apologise frantically, his hand started to retreat until you grabbed his wrist and stilled him.

“Do you want to stop?” you asked him honestly, giving him an option to back out now if he wished.

He shook his head. “I... want to please,” he admitted.

Slowly, you let go of his wrist, laying back against the tub with eyes trained on his. Gradually his hand resumed, dragging the washcloth between your legs and sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You arched your back a little, eyes closing and lips parting.

His movements remained slow, deliberate. He watched your face contort and your body writhe as the sensations built. On his knees, his own hips began to buck in search of some sort of pressure against his hidden erection. His spare hand groped and squeezed at himself, little grunts sounding every so often that made your lips quirk up into a smirk.

“D-does it... feel okay?” he asked. The poor Ghoul beside the tub was struggling, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, a pang of lust speared its way through your chest.

His lips were reddened and swollen, paint long gone from where he’d been biting at them. You could see his arm moving, but not where, and you drew your own conclusion that Phantom was in fact touching himself.

“It feels amazing...” you purred, reaching a hand out to trace the metal of his mask down to his exposed chin, fingers wet and warm with bath water. “You’re doing so good, Phantom.”

The whimper that came from the man in front of you was pathetic, but it made your walls clench around nothing. He liked that.

Only then did you realise the details of the events leading to now. He wanted to please you, to bow to your every whim. He was whimpering just at making you feel good, and when you praised him? If that whimper was anything to go by, in tandem with the way his hips bucked into his own grasp, this was a man who liked being powerless to you.

He liked being your servant.

“Will you use your fingers, Phantom? I need more...” you asked.

“Wh-whatever you need, sister...” He let go of the washcloth immediately, letting it float to the surface of the bath to be replaced by his fingers heading straight for your clit. You gasped at the contact, finally feeling the pressure you needed where he’d worked you up.

The hand on his groin grasped his hard on tightly, staving off a premature climax that would surely embarrass him.

His fingers circled your bundle of nerves with fervour, desperate to please and have you come undone. Ripples of ecstasy flowed through your body, moans and whines spilling freely from you. It was music to his ears, hearing how good he was making you feel.

“I-inside, Phantom. Please,” you begged, parting your legs as wide as you could for him. He growled, the hand on his crotch gripping the edge of the bathtub as he leaned over you, dipping his fingers through your folds before easily slipping two inside of you. You cried out, feeling full and immediately alive with electricity jolting through your veins.

You gripped onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him further over you as you writhed under him. His fingers curled and fucked into your heat, hitting where you needed him most.

“Shit, just like that...” His movements weren’t particularly gentle, but the aggression wasn’t just pure aggression, but desperation. How badly he wanted to give you the pleasure you sought...

When you looked over at him, you could see his hips bucking against nothing, hopelessly rutting into the air for any friction he could muster. From what you could see of his face, he looked wrecked. His lips were curled back over his teeth which grit together at the strain, his eyes wide and watery as if he would cry if you ever made him stop now.

You felt sorry for him, chasing a high he wouldn’t get so long as he continued to fuck into the air like this. And who were you to deny him the same pleasure he was so eager to give you?

“Ph-Phantom... look at me,” you tugged once at his collar, his eyes finding yours but hand never slowing. He could have cum just from the fucked out look on your face alone. “Will you... will you fuck me?” you asked breathlessly.

His fingers rammed into you harder at the thought and you screamed out, pulling him towards you, your forehead clashing with the forehead of his mask. You stared darkly into his eyes.

“If you want me to...” he growled, “Sathanas, tell me you want me to...” he begged.

You pushed his arm away from your cunt and sat up onto your knees before leaning over the opposite end of the bathtub and arching your back, giving him an eyeful of your exposed cunt glistening in the candlelight as the bathwater sloshed and lapped at your skin.

“Fuck me, Phantom...” you instructed. In a flash, the Ghoul stood and leapt into the tub, water and flower petals spilling over the sides and splashing to the floor. He was too far gone, too fucking desperate to even think about removing his clothes or boots and he cursed to himself when he realised what he’d done, but made no moves to rectify it – it was too late for that anyway.

Instead, he knelt and unzipped the fly of his pants, pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and pushed them down with his underwear just enough for his length to spring free. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and slowly ran the head of his cock through your folds. His free hand came to rest on your hips, gently squeezing the flesh there and stroking his thumb over the skin.

You waited patiently, letting him enjoy the moment as you relaxed in his hold, leaning lazily over the edge of the tub with your head on your arms. Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, a cracked groan leaving his throat with each inch that sank into you. Somehow, you felt warmer and wetter than the bathwater that surrounded his legs – and it felt glorious.

His thrusts began slow, savouring the feeling as whimpers and shudders shook his body behind you. He got lost in his own pleasure for a moment before remembering you were his prime concern, your pleasure more important that his own. He wanted to be good for you, for you to tell him he was being good for you again.

“Is this... oh fuck, is this okay?” he asked as he set his pace, fishing for compliments. He sounded like he was pleading with you, needily pleading for affirmations.

“So good, Phantom... Such a good boy for me, hm?”

The noise that erupted from the Ghoul behind you shocked even you, an involuntary cry that sparked him to rut his hips against you until the water around him splashed and sloshed around the pair of you, the sounds of wet skin slapping together ricocheting off the tiled walls of your bathroom. His pace was unforgiving, slamming over and over again into your g-spot and forcing cry after cry of pleasure to erupt from within you.

His hand reached around you, coming to sit between your thighs as his fingers worked your clit, his chest – still covered by his now soaked shirt – resting against your back. Coupling Phantom’s hard work with the feeling of the warmth of the water and the aromatic floral scents you felt like you’d reached a type of bliss you’d only ever read about. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth biting into the flesh of your arm where you lay on it to quiet your moans.

Before long the heat in your abdomen grew, coil winding tightly and dangling you on the edge of climax while his cock and fingers worked so hard to tip you over. All you needed was a little bit of extra help – you needed to know what Phantom was thinking.

“H-how does it feel, sweetie?” you asked him in your most condescending voice you could muster while he pounded into you. You felt his hand on your hip squeeze your flesh hard.

“So good... you feel so good, sister.”

“You’re being so good, Phantom. My good boy, hm?” you praised.

“F-fuck, yes... your good boy. I’m... I’m your good boy,” he whined, affected by your praise more than you could have imagined.

“Are you... gonna... make me cum, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh... Yes, ma’am. Want you to cum so bad,” he admitted, “need it!” You were getting so close, that familiar feeling now right on the cusp of snapping.

“What do you say then, sweetie?” you asked, hoping he’d catch on. And in his current state, his mind bent and broken and filled with nothing but his need to push you into climax before he could, he didn’t need to think. His answer was instinctual.

“Please!” he yelled, “Please cum for me... N-need to feel you, need it... Please!”

It was all you needed to send you into a spiral, the coil snapping and springing free as your orgasm washed over you faster than the sloshing water. Your walls tightened around him, cunt squeezing him so hard it was almost impossible to keep up his pace. Your pussy gushed around him, only noticeable in the rocky water by the sheer amount of it when the waves would subside before crashing against your skin with another thrust.

Phantom lost his mind behind you, biting into his lip and doing his very best to keep up with you, fingers attacking your slit still while he slammed against you. The fog that had overtaken your mind as you came began to clear, the aftershocks powerful still with the way he continued to now chase his own release.

“Y-your turn now, sweetie,” you coached him through it, giving him the encouragement he’d need to reach his own end now you were fully satiated. When you looked back at him, he looked like he was in pain, the way his eyes were screwed shut and his teeth were bared. “Will you cum for me?”

“Fuck, can I, ma’am?” he asked, unable to look at you as he continued his thrusts.

“Yes...”

"Thank you, ma’am!” he roared, pulling his cock out from where he’d been buried inside you and jerking himself once, twice before spilling his load on the third across the swell of your ass. He fell over you, slipping from his position on his knees and relying on his arms to prop him up on the bathtub to stop him collapsing on top of you.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, panting, trying to shake off the exhaustion. The water around you both calmed, gentle waves much lower than the water level had been when he’d lowered you into it...

Eventually, you turned to lay on your back under him, letting the water cover your body but hiding nothing from him now that the bubbles had disappeared. You smiled up at him lazily, tired and satisfied.

Phantom looked up and around him, then down at his soaked clothes and softening length. He started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief at his own stupidity. You joined him, pulling at the loose suspenders still clipped to the jeans that clung to his thighs as you laughed.

Eventually he had climbed out of the tub, ringing out his clothes as best he could with them still clinging to him, and wrapped himself in a towel as he concealed himself. Without a change of clothes to hand, he’d have to remain damp.

He carried you from the tub to your bedroom, clad in a towel yourself and helped you dry off, giving you a new set of loungewear to wear that wasn’t quite as tempting as your previous outfit – there was only so much he could take in one day – and carried you back to the living room, dampening you slightly again with his clothes.

Just as he’d sat you down, there was a knock at the door. He moved to open it for you as you sat back and relaxed, revealing another two of the Ghouls in training, slightly more experienced than Phantom; Dewdrop and Swiss.

Swiss cocked his head in confusion, looking Phantom up and down as he took in the clothes that still clung to him.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked him, Dewdrop snickering and looking around him to wave at you. You waved back sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed that you’d have to explain... this.

“I, um... fell in the bath,” he lied, scratching the back of his neck. “Actually, it’s still kind of a mess, I should, um... clean up the water,” he said, excusing himself to go mop up the excess water from the floor and return your bathroom to a somewhat untouched state.

“Yeah, you go do that...” Swiss laughed, patting his wet shoulder as he left and stepping inside your apartment with Dewdrop close behind. “How are you, sister?”

“Uh, yeah good. Relaxed,” you smiled at him as he sat beside you, Dewdrop hovering silently still after shutting your door. From the few weeks these newer Ghouls had been at the ministry, you’d spent a little more time around Swiss. He could do a bit of everything, and you often found him in places you were during your working hours, fetching things for Secondo.

“I bet you are,” Swiss teased, looking to where the bathroom door lay open, candlelight still flickering. “Did we miss the fun?” Phantom’s head shot up from where he’d been mopping the floor and slammed the door shut with a swift kick. Swiss just laughed.

“Well, I can’t deny we’re disappointed, Sister. I had hoped maybe he’d have saved a little of you for us,” he motioned to Dewdrop with a nod of his head, “but hey, if there’s anything we can do for you, we’re here. Papa was very clear in his instructions,” he shrugged, sitting back against the couch cushions.

“Nothing right now, thanks. Just some trash TV,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“Say no more,” Swiss snapped his fingers at Dewdrop who rolled his eyes and darted into your bedroom, coming back with a blanket and spare pillow for you to cosy yourself up with. He sat on the floor between you and Swiss, back against the couch.

The day continued much like this. Phantom returned your bathroom to normality then sat himself on a chair in the corner, shy and embarrassed by Swiss’ constant teasing. You binge watched pointless shows and allowed Dewdrop to give you a foot massage, while Swiss worked some form of Black Magic in the kitchen to make the most artery-clogging, delicious ‘lazy-day extravaganza’ as he had put it. Finding yourself full of disgustingly good food and exhausted from the day, you easily drifted to sleep on the couch against Swiss’ shoulder.

Terzo had no idea what he would find when he knocked on your door that evening. Had his Ghouls done as asked? Had you wanted them to go as far as to please the Dark One and help you revel in sin past the laziness of being waited on?

He was more than willing to step in if he had to; hoped for it, even. You’d been on his mind all fucking day, elements of your afternoon in his office replaying in his mind like a roll of film stuck in a projector. He wanted you again, couldn’t think of anything else as he’d tried so damn hard to get something, anything, done today.

His knuckles rasped on your door sometime after 8pm, after his final meeting when he could finally scuttle off to find you. Dewdrop answered the door, bowing silently to his Papa and stepping aside to let him in. What he found, was Swiss laying out across the couch, Dewdrop moving to sit on the floor where he’d been all afternoon, and Phantom sat in a chair in the corner, unable to look him in the eye and shivering as if he were cold.

And... was he damp?

But you were nowhere in sight.

“Where is Sorella _____?” he asked them. Swiss, who didn’t look up from the TV in front of him, answered.

“Her bedroom, Papa. She was, uh...” he looked behind him at Phantom, who’s head hung in shame and arms crossed over his chest to make himself smaller, “quite exhausted after her bath today.” The smile on Swiss’ face – a shit-eating grin of straight lips and pearly teeth – as he looked at Papa told him enough.

“You didn't think to undress yourself first, Ghoul?” he smirked, scoffing a little. Phantom stayed silent, humiliated. “Go, change. You’re shivering, stupido (stupid [playful]).”

Phantom stood from the chair nodding, his damp jeans squeaking and sodden boots squelching and rushed past Papa in the doorway, closing the door behind him. Terzo couldn’t really blame him – he'd dive headfirst into a pit of boiling tar if it meant getting to spend another night wrapped up in you.

In fact, he found himself incredibly disappointed that he wouldn’t get to revel in sin with you today, to let you lazily use him for your own pleasures as he had hoped tonight. He had instructed his Ghouls to take care of your needs, of course, but knowing that they had stirred up a small dose of an ugly emotion in him. Still, there were plenty more opportunities to explore that pleasure with you in the coming days, and he forced himself to think nothing more on the matter.

Terzo made his way over to your bedroom door, quietly letting himself in and shutting it behind him. Your room was dark, dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner of the room. His eyes adjusted, and he saw you curled up in a ball under the covers, chest rising and falling softly as you slept. He smiled to himself, moving to sit at the edge of your bed, watching you in peace for a moment.

Quietly, he removed the glove from his right hand, using his now bare fingers to gently move a strand of hair from your face and tuck it back, wanting nothing to obstruct your pretty face from him. Despite his gentility, you stirred with a soft hum and opened your eyes.

“Papa?” you whispered, squinting at him in the darkness.

“Buonasera, Principessa, (Good evening, Princess,)” he smiled, “I trust you have done absolutely niente (nothing) all day, sì?”

You nodded sleepily, “Wasn’t allowed to walk two steps to go to the bathroom.” He chuckled at your incredulous tone – he figured someone as hard-working and self-sufficient as you would have trouble with today’s sin.

“I hear you don’t need my help this evening, either?” he teased, his hand – which you hadn’t even registered was gloveless – pushed your hair back again. You were grateful for the darkness, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks. “Phantom was still damp when I arrived. Did that idiota really jump in clothed?” he laughed softly.

You hid your face in your pillow, shy and flustered. “He was a bit excited...” you admitted, muffled by your pillow. Terzo cackled at that.

“I can’t blame him...” he shrugged. “I shall leave you to sleep then, hm? Go cross Sloth off our little list?”

You turned your head back, getting comfortable and ready to drift into sleep again. “Should I go back to work tomorrow?” you asked, stifling a yawn.

“Please. I don’t think Secondo would allow me to keep all of my limbs if you didn’t show again...” he laughed, “but would you join me for dinner tomorrow, Principessa?”

“Of course, Papa,” you agreed, already looking forward to spending more time with him.

“Bene (good). Around 7:30pm, my quarters.” He stroked your hair as your eyes drifted closed, sitting with you as the claws of sleep dug themselves firmly back into you. “Buona notte, cara mia... (Goodnight, my dear...)” he whispered.

The last thing you remembered before darkness took over, was the vague feeling of soft, pillowy lips pressing to your cheek.

Prev: Day 1 - Lust | Next: Day 3 - Gluttony

A huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading, and @adinferix for fine tuning the Italian translations! 🖤

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spaceagebachelormann · 8 months ago

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : les miserables, what we do in the shadows, star trek, american horror story, torchwood

#marlee organization <3

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wolfman-moony · 1 year ago

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Fanfic requests open!

My requests for stories are open!!

I’ll write any character on this list x male reader, non-binary reader, gender neutral reader, gender fluid reader, any specific pronouns you request I’ll do.

My rules on what type of stories I will, and will not right↓

Fandom and characters I’ll write for!

~Harry potter~

Draco Malfoy

Blaze Zebini

Viktor Krum

George Weasley

Bill/William Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

~Stranger Things~

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Gareth Emerson

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

~Julie and the phantoms~

Alex Mercer (i’ll only write male reader for him)

Reggie Peters

Luke Patterson

Willie

Nick

~Descendants~

Harry Hook

Gil LeGume

Carlos De Vil

Jay

~The 100~

(Note: I’ve only watched the first two seasons of the 100 so far)

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

John Murphy

~D & D Honor among thieves~

Doric

Simon Aumar

~The school for good and evil movie~

Hort Hook

Hester

~Z nation~

10K

Sarge/Lilly Madison Mueller

~Okja~

Silver

Blonde

~Words on the bathroom wall~

Joaquin

~Diary of a wimpy kid~

Rodrick Heffley

~The Entitled~

Dean Taylor

~The Santa clause movies~

Bernard the head elf

~Evil Dead Rise~

Danny

~Matthew Lillard Characters~

Tim LaFlour

Stu Macher

Shaggy Rogers

Stevo

Emmanuel "Cereal Killer" Goldstein

William Afton

Brock Hudson

Roger Sperling

And most any other character Me has played as long as I know the character

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years ago

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

EJ Caswell

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adolph649 · 6 months ago

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Hey! (Sorry 4 my bad english)

🇬🇧This post is to show y'all the fandoms I'm in and in case you want a request for x character/reader or character/character

🇪🇦Esta publicación es para mostrarles a todos los fandoms en los que estoy y en caso de que quieran pedirne que escriba x personaje/lector o personaje/personaje.

🇬🇧⚠️Before starting with my long list of fandoms.

🇪🇦⚠️Antes de comenzar con mi larga lista de fandoms.

🇬🇧I want to say that Hazbin Hotel is a fandom that you can request me, thanks to the fact that I was a big fan when the pilot came out even though I watched series 🏴‍☠️, but let me tell you that I DO NOT support the creator. I will probably ONLY write about it if yall ask me to.

🇪🇦Quiero decir que Hazbin Hotel es un fandom que me pueden solicitar, gracias a que era un gran fan cuando salió el piloto, y de que vi la serie 🏴‍☠️, pero déjenme decirles que NO apoyo el creador. Probablemente SÓLO escribiré sobre la serie si me lo pedís.

🇬🇧Now with the list♡:

🇪🇦 Ahora con la lista♡:

1 Unicorn Wars

2 Heathers

3 Lorax

4 Tangled the series

5 The owl house

6 Gravity Falls

7 Amphibia

8 Little witch academia

9 Kid cosmic

10 Kimetsu no Yaiba

11 Re-animator

12 Camp Camp

13 Hanako-kun

14 Diabolik lovers

15 Bee & Puppycat

16 Takopis original sin

17 Hilda

18 Carmen sandiego

19 Melanie martinez

20 Harry Potter

21 She-ra

22 Uglydolls

23 Mphfpc

24 Dirk gently

25 Kill la kill

26 Danganrompa v1

27 Studio Ghibli

28 Madoka magica

29 Shimanami Tasogare

30 Blood soup

31 Ephemeral

32 Moonlight lovers

33 Mad Father

34 Ib

35 Wicht house

36 Mogeko castle

37 El coleccionista de demonios

38 Adventure time

39 the willoughbys

40 The amazing digital circus

41 The promised neverland

42 Over the garden wall

43 FNAF

44 FNAFHS

45 Liar liar

46 La princesa sofia

47 The hunger games

48 Marionetta

49 Hooky

50 Scott pilgrim

51 Evangelion

52 Six

53 Hamilton

54 Big bang theory

55 Trolls

56 Crimen en el paraíso/Death in paradise

57 Centaurworld

58 jelly jamm

59 mean girls

60 the ancient magus bride

61 Futbolísimos

62 arcane

63 my little pony

64 sakura card captor

65 Hoppscotch

66 Agatha Mistery

67 Avatar the last airbender

68 el príncipe de la niebla

69 marina

70 kipo

71 mimes and clowns (webtoon)

72 school busca graveyard

73 The leyend of korra

74 Mentira (libro)

75 Creepypastas

76 julie and the phantoms

77 eltingville club

78 inside out

79 the loud house

80 calimero y valeriano

81 desencanto

82 tragones y mazmorras

83 the order/la orden secreta

84 EPIC the musical

85 an extremely goofy movie

86 IHNMAIMS(i have mouth and I must scream)

87 Carol and the end of the world

88 Blood of Zeus

89 The umbrella academy

90 Dandadan

91 Assassination classroom

92 Caseoh

AND MORE AS TIME GOES ON!

Y MAS A MEDIDA Q PASA EL TIEMPO

🇬🇧I will surely add more fandoms over time. / 🇪🇦Seguramente añadiré mas fandoms con el tiempo

🇬🇧What I will write:

- Character x Reader

- Character x Character (some ships are not allowed)

- platonic relationships

- hcs

- one-shots

🇪🇦Lo que escribiré:

- Personaje x Lector

- Personaje x Personaje (algunos ships no están permitidos)

- relaciones platónicas

- hcs

- one-shots

🇬🇧What I will NOT write:

- romantic big age-gaps ships

- comships in general

🇪🇦Lo que NO escribiré:

- ships románticos con grandes diferencias de edad

- ships de comships/proships en general

🇬🇧Examples of how to request:

- "Hi! Can I get hcs of *character*(fandom) with a S/O with male pronoums who likes shiny things?"

- "Can I request a one-shot of *character 1* who sees *character 2* as a sibling"

- "Hey, can you write *character*, *character* and *character* with an S/O with female pronoums pls?"

- "Can I get *Character* dating hcs? With GN reader pls

🇪🇦Ejemplos de cómo solicitar:

- "¡Hola! ¿Puedes hacer hcs de *personaje*(fandom) con un S/O con pronombres masculinos al que le gustan las cosas brillantes?"

- "¿Puedo solicitar un one-shot de *personaje 1* que ve a *personaje 2* como un hermano"

- "¿Puedo obtener hcs de citas con *Personajes*? Con el lector GN, por favor

🇬🇧I would like to tell you that this is my first time writing and that please be a little patient with me, I hope I can learn from this experience and if you have tips to tell me, don't be shy!

🇪🇦Me gustaría deciros que esta es mi primera vez escribiendo y que por favor tengais un poco de paciencia conmigo, espero poder aprender de esta experiencia y si teneis tips que decirme no os cortéis!

🇬🇧Unfortunately it won't let me add more than 30 # :(

🇪🇦Desgraciadamente no me deja de poner mas de 30 # :(

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mercedesvince · 2 years ago

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

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ilovechuuyakjk · 2 years ago

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RULES AND REQUESTS

As am I going to start writing this I'll probably have to start doing this

I'm not the best but I know how to do some things

English is not my first language so if something is wrong just let me know and I'll fix it

I have dyslexia, but I probably won't give errors because I use the translator to confirm that the words are correct, but if there are errors just let me know

RULES

incest

pedophilia

racism

zoophiles

ableism

transphobia

homophobia

abuse (between the character and you)

mori lovers (I don't accept them)

Smut of minors

People who are not minors but sexualize minors

Romanticize hunter being possessed by Belos

Palisman x reader

I don't write any of this

I don't accept any of this

REQUESTS

fandons: bsd, toh, amphibia, Moriarty the patriot ( I'll probably put references from this because it's one of my favorite animes and books ) omori, avatar the last airbender, Julie and the phantoms, voltron and Arcane, bnha

I will probably write more gn or male reader, I feel more comfortable writing these, that doesn't mean I don't write female reader

child reader x platonic character

I also write reader who have a disability

I can write a reader who have trauma but please don't give too much detail

I write that kind of reader with some character's personality if you ask

I also write poly relationships ( I would appreciate with hunter x reader x Willow I love doing those )

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That's it for now, requests are open and don't be afraid to send something I'm a calm and peaceful person, I don't like confusion at all, it may take some time but I will always respond

Gus deserves love fr

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supercap2319 · 1 year ago

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"Listen. I understand that the four of us are technically sharing the garage, but can you guys please stop poofing into my shower?" Y/N looks at the three ghost boys in front of him.

"Hold on. I've never poofed in your shower." Alex said.

"Yeah, me either." Luke said.

They all turned to Reggie who tried to look innocent. "Oh, come on. It was one time."

"It was six!" Y/N said.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #julie and the phantoms

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lunarwritesthings · 1 year ago

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☆—! REQUEST INFORMATION !—☆

→ Please check my pin to see if requests are open.

→ Please put if you want it to be an "x reader" fic or an oc will be used.

→ The more detail in the request is best as it can help me write the fic!

→ Don't be afraid to ask about certain things in the fic

→ Don't be afraid to request people who aren't on my "who I'll write" list. I don't have the best memory, so not everyone is there!

☆— What I will & Won't Write —☆

→ I will not write about self-harm, eating disorders, or anything that is in that realm.

→ Fluff & angst only. I will not write smut as it makes me uncomfortable to write.

→ Most angst is fine except for anything that involves heavy blood or any serious topic.

→ Any kind of relationship such as male x male, male x female, genderfluid x male/female is fine.

→ I will write about family even if it's not by blood and just by people being a specific family figure.

☆— Who I'll Write For —☆

Wrestlers

Christian Cage

Jeff Hardy

Edge

Undertaker (all versions)

Musicians and Bands

Ryan Ross

Dallon Weeks

Noah Sebastian

Corpse Husband

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Mikey Why

Frank Iero

Ray Toro (platonically)

Black Veil Brides

Andy Biersack

Lonny Eagleton

Christian Coma (Cc)

5 Seconds of Summer

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Content Creators

Daniel Howell

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

Corpse Husband

Sam and Colby

Shows and Movies

Julie and The Phantoms

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Springs

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year ago

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Hello could you possibly write a top Luke Patterson from Julie and the phantoms x bottom male reader please

Yeah I can write it

#requested

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undercoveravenger · 4 years ago

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Forever and Always

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Hey! 👋🏼 Hope you don’t mind getting another request, I just love Julie and the Phantoms and I need more of them. Can I ask for Luke and male reader? He and Luke were boyfriends and he died some time after the boys but he’s back on earth and he’s been wandering around for years looking for Luke. He keeps going to Luke’s parent’s home hoping to find him there, and just when he’s about to give up believing that Luke must be on the other side, he visits the Pattersons and finds Luke and they have a very emotional reunion and they’re happy they can be together forever. 🧡🧡”

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The day you were told that Luke died had easily been the worst day of your life. You could remember the heavy numbness that crept through your veins and clouded your mind. You could recall the way your heart had ached when you thought about what the love of your life must have gone through in his last moments between life and death. It had been nearly impossible for you to fathom.

And then a few months later you had gotten into a car accident and experienced it yourself. You remembered the bright flash of the other driver’s headlights before the crash of metal against metal and the lurch of your car flipping had your head slamming into the steering wheel and your vision going black.

You were dead before the ambulances even arrived.

When you’d eventually come to and realized the cause of your startling weightlessness was because you’d left your body behind in the mutilated remains of your car, you had panicked. You’d gone to every emergency technician on the scene, begging and screaming for them to just look at you, even tried touching one only to have your hand phase right through them.

It was then that you realized that death itself wasn’t so bad, but that what came after was the shitty part.

You had hung around your family for the first year or two before the memories became too much for them and they moved away.

After your family left, you were truly on your own, but even so, you tried to keep yourself busy. You made it a point to keep an eye on Alex and Reggie’s families in the following years, doing what you could to help them heal after the loss of their sons.

Eventually Reggie’s parents, like yours, decided that healing would be easier in a different place. They sold their house and moved away, and eventually your old friend’s home was converted into a bike rental shack.

Alex’s family stayed in the area, and as the years passed, they adjusted to the new emptiness of their large house and you found yourself visiting them less and less often.

But even as your friends’ families moved on, you could never bring yourself to stop visiting Luke’s parents.

You’d known them in the time before Luke ran away from home, if only for a brief time. It had been clear that neither of them really understood what it meant when Luke told them he was bisexual, but they had always treated you well when Luke brought you around. Luke’s mother, Emily, had even reached out to you a couple of times after Luke had ran away to make sure he was okay.

It wasn’t until after his death that you really became close to your now-ex-boyfriend’s parents.You had gone to their house shortly after finding out the news, loaded down with several bags of Luke’s things and a handful of the guitar picks he’d forgotten at your place. You stayed with them all night, trading stories of the amazing boy you’d all loved and lost.

And then you were killed in that car accident and you had to watch them lose a son all over again.

You stuck around as the years passed, watching as Mitch received promotions at his job and as Emily took to spending her free time volunteering at fundraisers for young musicians. You had been there with them for each of Luke’s birthdays and the milestones he never got the chance to reach.

And you were there the day he’d come back to see them.

It had started the same way as any of the other birthdays Luke hadn’t gotten to have. You had disappeared off to the music store that you had always taken him to when you were together to pick up a guitar pick in his favorite color before teleporting back to the Pattersons’ house. You made sure that Luke’s parents were doing about as well as they could be on a day like today before leaving the pick on the counter where you knew they would see it before moving to settle down in the window seat.

Nearly an hour passed while Emily baked a cake (The same too-sweet chocolate that Luke had always been so fond of) before the same loud whooshing sound that came whenever you teleported echoed through the kitchen, startling you out of your reverie. You whipped around, eyes widening as you caught sight of the source.

Luke had warped in perched on the counter with his chin in his hands as he watched his mother work on his birthday cake, his mocha-colored curls just as messy as the night you lost him. His eyes were already damp with tears.

For a long moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe what you were seeing; you had spent years looking for him, hoping that you would see him again, that he had become a ghost like you had so you could at least tell him you loved him one last time, but after so long spent waiting you had pretty much given up. “Luke?”

The musician jumped, clearly startled by being addressed so suddenly, and twisted to face you. “(M/N)?!” He nearly fell off the counter in his haste to approach you, “You can- you can see me?”

You nodded, a broad smile taking its place on your lips as you dragged your former boyfriend into a tight hug. “I missed you so much,” you murmured, holding him tightly, like he’d vanish if you let go.

Luke wrapped his arms around you in return, grip tightening as he hugged you back. His brows furrowed as he pulled back to study you, cupping your face in his hands. “Why- you should be older, shouldn’t you? It’s been so long, but you still look-”

You cut him off with a wry grin, reaching out to touch one of the curtains and allowing your fingers to pass right through the fabric, “You’re not the only one revisiting old haunting grounds, Luke.”

“You-” Luke hesitated, clearly having trouble coming to terms with what had happened, “You died?”

You nodded, “Car accident. It happened about a year after you and the boys.”

His dark chocolate eyes swept over your face, glinting sadly in the sunlight seeping in through the window, “And you’ve been alone all this time?”

“Not completely,” you hummed, trying to stay positive. “I’ve been watching over them,” you nodded toward Luke’s mom and glanced toward the back yard, where his dad was tending to the small vegetable garden he’d planted the previous year. “And Reggie and Alex’s families too, when I could.”

Luke looked baffled, “But why didn’t you cross over?”

“I knew I was needed here,” you said simply, your gaze shifting from Luke’s parents back to him. “Losing you has been really hard on them; they haven’t been able to move on and I wanted to make sure they’d be okay.” You moved to take a seat at the table, taking the one beside the place Luke’s parents always set for him. “Plus, I was always hoping I’d get to see you again.”

“You were all I could think about before we came back,” Luke said quietly, coming to sit beside you. “I was always wishing that I could’ve at least said goodbye. Told you that I loved you.”

You smiled, reaching out to take Luke’s hand, his fingers just as solid and warm against yours as they had always been. “Now you won’t have to,” you hummed, lifting your joined hands so you could press your lips to his knuckles in a fond kiss, “It may not be like we expected, but at least we’re finally getting that forever and always we used to talk about.”

Luke huffed out a laugh, using his grip on your hand to tug you closer so he could wrap his arm around you as he turned his attention back to his parents as they lit the candles on his birthday cake. “At least we’ll always have each other.”

Deep down, you were sure that seeing his parents still mourning him hurt Luke a lot more than he would ever let on, but you also knew that he was never alone. He’d had Alex and Reggie since the night the three of them died, but now? Now that the two of you had found each other again, you were determined to make sure he never felt like he was on his own again.

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kyler-xoxo · 3 years ago

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boy next door. - alex

FEM aligned DNI or you WILL BE BLOCKED

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he closed the door, walking to the kitchen. y/n opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, both of his parents turning to him. “oh! y/n.” his mom spoke.

“please, don’t stop on my account.” y/n gave a smile, before rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his drink. “see? he’s such a little shit! always making snarky replies. lucky i don’t smack him straight-“

“don’t ever lay a fucking hand on him!” and there they were, back to fighting. about him, now. he sighed, walking up to his room and making a point of slamming his door.

he leaned back against the door, eyes squeezing shut. he was so fucking tired of this. the yelling seemed to only get louder by the second.

he opened his eyes, looking around before his eyes landed on the window. he thought about it, before walking over. he looked out the window, eyes furrowing.

there was a boy around his age, sitting on his own roof. their roofs were almost touching, windows facing each other. y/n slid open the window, catching the other boy’s attention.

“hey.” y/n spoke softly. “uh.. hi?” the other boy spoke almost nervously. “you mind if i..?” y/n asked. “no. no, go ahead.” the boy replied. y/n climbed out of his window, before sitting down.

“i’m y/n.” “alex.” “why’re you out here?” y/n asked, looking up at the sky. the stars were shining bright. alex looked at y/n, before doing the same. “you, uh.. you wouldn’t wanna know.” alex chuckled dryly.

“really? try me.” y/n spoke, looking to alex. he was blonde, blue eyes, and was wearing plaid pj pants with an oversized hoodie. “i just came out to my parents.” alex confessed, fiddling with his hands.

“yeah? how’d they take it?” y/n asked, watching as alex hugged his legs to his chest. “not good, honestly.” it was silent for a moment. “i haven’t even came out to my parents. don’t think i ever could.” y/n finally spoke.

“you’re gay too?” alex asked, shocked. y/n looked at him and nodding, chuckling. “yeah. is that so shocking?” “kinda? you just look so.. straight.” alex joked, both boys laughing. “ima try to not take that personally.”

“sorry, sorry.” alex spoke. “yeah.. when you have a dad like mine, you kinda gotta keep the whole.. straight thing, i guess.” “oh.. shit, sorry man.” alex replied. “naw, don’t worry about it. i’m sorry you coming out didn’t go well.” y/n replied.

both boys flinched when they heard a crash. “don’t ever fucking come back!” y/n heard his mom scream before a car drove away. y/n sighed, rubbing his face. “your parents?” alex asked. y/n nodded, before looking to alex.

“hey, wanna go grab a bite or something?”

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the two boys walked into the 7/11, noticing only the cashier was in there. “okay, okay. cherry or blueberry slush?” y/n asked after their laughter died down. “trick question. coke.” alex replied.

y/n’s eyes widened, clapping with a bright smile. “congratulations!” he exclaimed before they both laughed, grabbing cups and filling them with coke slush.

they grabbed a few snacks and got to the counter. y/n pulled out his wallet, handing the man his card. “hey, what? no, let me pay-“ “sorry, blondie but i can’t do that.” y/n replied, thanking the cashier before they headed out.

“fine, but i’m totally paying you back next time.” alex pouted. “next time?” y/n asked with a smirk. alex blushed a bright red. “i-i mean.. if there is a next time-“ “relax, i’m messing with you. of course there’ll be a next time.” y/n laughed, alex awkwardly laughing along.

as they were walking, they started talking about their hobbies. “wait so you’re in a band? that’s so cool, man!” y/n replied. alex smiled. “yeah, yeah it really is. all the guys are really cool.”

“all of them?” “yeah. reggie, luke, and bobby.” “so i’ve got competition?” y/n asked daringly, looking up at the sky as they walked. alex went wide eyed in surprised, choking on his slushy. y/n’s hand went up, gently patting his back while laughing.

eventually they arrived in front of their houses. they quickly climbed up the sides of their houses as quietly as possible. “i had a nice night with you, alex.” y/n spoke with a gentle smile.

“yeah.. yeah, so did i, y/n.” alex replied, running a hand through his hair as if he wasn’t freaking out on the inside. “see you tomorrow, blondie.” y/n spoke with a wink, sliding open his window. “s-see ya..” alex stuttered, though the other boy was already closing his window.

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#alex mercer #alex mercer x male reader #x male reader #owen joyner #owen joyner x male reader #julie and the phantoms x male reader #julie and the phantoms

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 3 years ago

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Drive By ~ part 4

A/n: Well holy shit this is finally out! I tried so hard to put everything into four parts and end it here but I just couldn’t. Too much history and explaining characters and complicated emotions. Next part should be the last one though! And after all the angst, we will fianlly get fluff. Sorry this took me ages.

Word Count: 5300+

Masterlist

"I just don't understand," she sighed, running a hand through her hair. "How could they just... not want to find Y/n?" She looked at Alex, who wouldn't look back. His eyes seemed to search everything out but her face, and she couldn't tell if it was because he knew something he felt he couldn't tell her, or because he didn't know anything and he felt compelled to answer her pleas but had nothing to offer. Or maybe not knowing scared him just as much as it confused her, and if he looked at her he would have to own up to the fact that he had missed something HUGE in his best friends' lives and didn't know how to catch up.

Flynn wasn't ever one to hide away from things like this though, so she just sighed and shook her head, answering in a strong voice, "They're afraid." Alex and Julie looked at her in shock but Flynn just rolled her eyes. "If you're going to ask a question, you have to be okay with facing the truth the right answer will bring. Let's face it. They did something bad to Y/n. They both ended on bad terms, and they're terrified to face up to it. Probably even more so, they're scared that they'll try and get invested and then it'll still end the way they're afraid it will. Out of all the possibilities and hardships that could and will happen, it's easier to just take solace in each other and pretend to move on than try and fix something that's SUPER broken.

It was in that moment Julie realized why Alex had been avoiding looking at her. His face scrunched up and he leaned forward, moving closer to Flynn. "Hold on, what?" He didn't know what was going on with his friends, as much as Julie didn't. Flynn seemed to though.

Flynn sighed. "Soulmates are scary. You're raised thinking it's some fairytale where everything always goes right. Soulmates are different and they do better and they reach higher heights and do more and work harder. Either that, or you're raised believing that it's some sort of brainwashing. Something forced on you. People think soulmates are the only people you can be happy with, and will force a connection to work even if it doesn't. The thing is- they're both wrong." She sighed, leaned forward so her elbows rested on her knees. "Listen I'm like fifteen, so I'm not going to say I know everything, but from the successful, happy, healthy soulmate relationships I've seen, and the ones I've seen that are NOT good, soulmates are just... the universe giving you a suggestion. There's something from that person you need. Sometimes you get soulmate marks as a warning."

Julie's eyes widened. "I remember that. My mom said she had one of those when she was younger. She liked this guy, and he flirted with her. He was a guitar player, and they almost hit it off, and then they realized they were soulmates... but she explained it like the longer she spent with him, the less color she saw in the world. They started fading until that color was just some shade on the gray scale."

Flynn nodded. "Soulmate stuff is just potential. It can be between friends who need each other, and it can fade easily, for lots of reasons. Most of the time it's because they die, but sometimes... it's just because that person is no longer your soulmate. Soulmates are just as confusing and complicated as any relationship is. The universe - or whoever's in charge, or maybe it's just one soul calling to another - someone decided to give us hints. Maybe it's your subconscious even, screaming out to you in any way it can. No matter what you believe soulmates are, they're only suggestions. Arrows pointing in general directions. Maybe this person will be the love of your life. Maybe you guys will work out. Maybe this will be someone who changes your life for the better. Maybe you shouldn't go near this person."

Alex hums in thought. "You know, that actually makes more sense than anything else I've ever heard. Because I mean, it drives you to do things. To take a chance. But ultimately, it's up to you to fix it and work for it and make sense of it. I mean, meeting Willie ultimately brought us to Caleb - but that also brought us to being closer and having a stronger connection with Julie, and it was a struggle and it was hard but now I have my band back and it's reaching new levels and I have someone I'm crazy about who's crazy for me. So in the end..." He smiled.

"Exactly," Flynn encouraged. It's not as big of a deal as everyone makes it to be. There's no pressure or eternal tie. Anything can go away if you need it to. If it's what's best for you. We just needed an extra push to live a little. To reach higher heights and go further than we might have otherwise. Fear stops that. It cages you and pulls you away from the few good things that we can do. Soulmates are supposed to give you hints and suggestions and direction, but SO many people have twisted them into something ugly. Something terrifying and disappointing and frustrating and toxic. Until they realize that there's more to this soulmate thing than just what they think they have to do, they're going to be stuck between letting go of Y/n or going after him."

"You really think so?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to the loft, where Reggie and Luke were perched. Flynn stood up, suddenly a little self conscious. She was all about telling people how it was and giving it with brutal honesty, but only to the people who asked for it. If she'd known they were there she might have been a little more gentle. "Sorry-" she began.

Luke shook his head, dismissing her guilt. Since Julie had saved the three ghosts from disappearing, everyone could see them now. Which meant that Flynn had finally had a chance to actually be friends with the boys one on one, instead of through Julie. It was moments like this that he appreciated her the most. "No, you're right. And I've never really thought about that before. What do you think we should do?"

Flynn sighed internally, wondering how she always ended up as the therapist friend - even to three dead teenage boys who were from the 90's and were therefore OLDER than her. "I can't tell you that. I don't know what happened between you and Y/n and Reggie, but I do know that Y/n might want to see you guys again. He might want some explanations. You guys have a lot to catch up on. All I know is your mark is still very much there, and Y/n means the world to you guys and it's time to ask yourselves a question." Reggie and Luke moved closer to her as she crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. "What are you more afraid of: rejection, or losing Y/n forever?"

Suddenly there was new fear in the two guitarists' eyes and they looked at each other with a new realization. When they looked back, their gazes went to Julie. "You said you could find Y/n?"

Julie grinned. She had the best girlfriend EVER.

Y/n should have known how tonight was going to end the second he walked up to Luke that day.

Everyone else was at school, and Luke - who had dropped out - was to be found where he always hid. In the studio. Y/n, who had also dropped out of school due to some severe amounts of bullying, had found himself walking today, and his feet had taken him where he really wanted to go. To Luke. They hadn't gotten in touch or talked or hung out in quite a while and as the distance between them grew, the more Y/n missed Luke. With the whole showdown with Reggie just behind Y/n, he had dropped the initiative he always had when it came to Luke. Now they never saw each other and Y/n tried to ignore that as he approached the lead singer.

What he missed was the unfocused eyes nd the relaxed shoulders and the focused crease of Luke's eyebrows. The tell tale signs that Luke was lost in song writing, far away and nearly impossible to reach for anyone else in the world.

Or maybe Y/n didn't miss it. Maybe he ignored it on purpose. He needed Luke so desperately...

"Hey, Lu," Y/n greeted softly. He felt so worn and exhausted that he barely managed a smile. It felt like a slap in the face when Luke only hummed in greeting, not even moving or responding to Y/n's voice in anyway. Y/n felt hurt rise up and tried to push it down. Tried to not make a problem where there didn't have to be one. He was the peacemaker. He was the level head and the big heart and the strong, comforting arms. He didn't get to lose control. "You busy?"

"Yeah." At least he had responded with words this time. He still however didn't look over, or apologize, or even greet Y/n. He had been dismissed without even an acknowledgement.

Y/n swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to stabilize himself. "Could you... not be busy?"

Luke paused, eyebrows coming together even more as he tried to think through the conversation while also focusing on the song still. "I'm writing right now. Can't we just hang out later? I want to give the fans some new music but I'm stuck on this line. I can't figure out how to..." He sighed, just before his entire face light up and he finally looked at Y/n. For a second, the other boy got excited, thinking the lead singer had finally snapped out of his trance. "Could you help me come up with something? You always inspire me so much."

Something in Y/n broke. Before he met Luke, he had believed so assuredly that people could only ever use him for one thing. That they had sex with him and then ditched him, and that was how people abused relationships with him. But he was quickly realizing there were other ways to take advantage of a person. Other things to use someone for. And this is how it felt with Luke. Luke used Y/n for comfort and joy and direction and inspiration. He used the boy to find home in a confusing, dangerous world he was having problems navigating. Y/n made Luke happy.

What about Y/n though? Because he had been crying for days straight and was unkempt and messy and obviously exhausted but Luke didn't notice.

Or... maybe he just didn't care.

It made Y/n so angry that his face twisted up and his hands balled into fists. He didn't yell like he wanted to - he hated yelling, but even aside from that he didn't want to think about the argument he'd gotten into with Reggie, and if Luke reacted at all like Reggie did it would Y/n feel so much worse - but for the volume control he did have, he lost hold on the poison that seeped into the very core of his tone. "No, I can't help you with your stupid song."

Luke froze, so taken aback by the cruel words that he had to reboot for a second. "It's not stupid-"

"Can you think about literally anything other than your music for five seconds?" Y/n snapped.

At that, Luke's relaxation melted and he snapped to attention. His entire body went rigid and his eyes narrowed. "Okay what is wrong with you? Don't trash my music, you know how that makes me feel."

"And it is always about how you feel, isn't it?" Y/n scoffed, arms crossing over his chest.

Luke shot to his feet. "You don't get to just walk in out of nowhere anytime you want and demand attention from me, Y/n. That's not fair." Even as he stood shorter than Y/n, the other boy flinched just slightly. As if not expecting the quick movement. Luke didn't pick up on it like Reggie had. He was too defensive.

The tension only grew between them and Y/n's chest rose and fell quickly as his breathing picked up. "Except if I don't walk in we'll never see each other. Because you're always with your band, and you're always working on music, and you're always practicing or performing or busy and it doesn't matter if I need you, or-"

"My music is important to me," Luke interrupted. "Of course I work on it as often as I can. I invited you to any of our performances, it's not my fault that you never come."

Y/n's anger blew up and he took a step closer to Luke. "And that's all you know when it comes to our relationship, isn't it? Don't mind me I'll just sit in the back and wait for you to bless me with a split second of your precious, precious time. I'll just go out of my way to make it to you whenever I can and free up my day and I'll sit around and wait for you to remember I even exist."

"That's not-" Luke began.

"Yes it is!" And this time Y/n did yell. "I don't even register to you! You don't make any effort, and if our relationship is falling short or failing then it's all my fault. You don't make a lick of effort and it's all up to me and if we don't hang out or see each other or talk it's our fault because you're a super busy, awesome super star and all your fans can be all over you but if any of my old flings even SEE me and react then you get uber jealous and-"

"Your old flings don't just see you," Luke spat. "They try and seduce you."

"And I would tell them to fuck off if I could, but I can't because you don't want anyone to know you're dating me of all people."

"What is wrong with you today?" Luke stepped closer, and realized that they both had several times and now they were in each other's faces, yelling and motioning with their hands. They were arguing, and he flashed back to every single time he had been in almost exactly the same place with his mom, over almost the exact same things. He wasn't around enough. He didn't care about the things he was supposed to. It set him off in every way and he couldn't think of a single thing to make it make anymore sense.

Y/n stepped back as if he'd been slapped though. Except it wasn't hurt or betrayal on his face - it was rage. He didn't even stop to process the pain, he just bit back, "You. You are what's wrong with me." And he didn't mean it. He meant that their space was hurting him, that the distance and the confusion and the loneliness was killing him. But that's not what he said.

Luke scoffed. "Well if I'm so intolerable then leave. No one's keeping you here."

This time they hurt did twist Y/n's face. Luke didn't know why, but the white hot pain that coursed through Y/n's body was perfectly clear to him. No one was stopping him from going? No one would hate it if he left? If that wasn't Luke telling Y/n that he didn't care about him or their relationship anymore, what was?

"Fine." Y/n turned away and he did leave.

Luke rolled his eyes and went back to his writing. They'd never gotten into an argument and he didn't know how to handle it now that they had, and it had gotten so ugly. So he focused on his music and he didn't think about it anymore. He'd ask Reggie about it later. Reggie knew all about Y/n, and was the best at deciphering how to deal with things like this.

What he didn't know is that as Y/n trekked through the city and beyond to go on a walk through the sparse woods around the city, he would fall to his death. And Luke wouldn't know until many, many years later after he was dead as well and they reunited once again outside of the house of a person they both hated.

Julie hadn't been sure what exactly would happen when she closed her eyes and begged for Y/n to appear, but she hadn't imaged it would work, if she had been honest. Despite that, the second she even thought his name he popped into existence, teleporting in the same way she was learning every ghost could.

He light up when he saw her. "Hey, you."

"Y/n," she greeted.

Immediately his body tensed, his smile turning strained. "Ah. So you've put together who I am."

"With help." Reggie and Luke popped into the downstairs of the studio from the loft where they had been hidden before. Y/n went cold and hard, his face going blank and his hands slipping into his pockets. He didn't look at either of them in the same way he didn't take in the place he was currently standing in. He focused on the fly away strands of Julie's hair. Ignoring everything he didn't want to see purposefully. Alex, still in the loft, held his breath as he watched them.

Flynn, who stood off to the side, sighed before stepping forward. "You're Y/n?"

Y/n looked at her, and immediately they saw each other so clearly and deeply they both relaxed. Flynn and Y/n saw the same exhaustion in each other that they saw when they looked in the mirror. An expression they'd memorized after so many times seeing it in fact. The exhaustion of someone expected to hold everyone around them together, who rarely got help themselves. Flynn's had lessened, easing as she slowly worked things out more and more with Julie, but it still wasn't gone. It was too engrained to be completely gone.

"Yeah, I am," Y/n responded. "You must be Flynn."

Flynn smiled, raising an eyebrow. "And you know me how?"

Y/n smiled a little too, even if it was faint and strained. "You expect me to have helped Julie Molina of all people and not know the people who matter most to her? Please. I didn't just keep track of the Phantoms - their manager is just as important."

"You kept track of us?" Reggie asked, surprised.

Y/n seemed to not want to answer that question. In fact, it seemed he almost didn't. But then, without looking over, he answered, "When I was summoned accidentally by a girl in crisis over the fact that despite all her hard work, no one cared about her or took her seriously while the friends who abandoned her succeeded without even having to try, I got an ear full about Julie Molina and her band. On top of that, I kept being summoned by the same girl - equally as on accident - until I saw that band perform myself. And when I saw three out of four members of an old band I used to know unaged even a day, I knew something was up. So yeah, I kept my eyes and ears open."

Julie's eyes were wide. "Hold on are you talking about Carrie?"

Y/n flinched. "I... wasn't supposed to tell you that." He sighed. "But you really should talk to her. There's been a lot of miscommunication for the last while."

"Well then," Flynn mumbled.

"If that's all you needed..." Y/n began.

"We need to talk too," Luke spoke up finally. Y/n crossed his arms over his chest and Luke stepped forward, reaching out to him slowly. Y/n stepped away and Luke's chest squeezed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I just- we need to talk. I want to talk."

"Now you want to talk?" Y/n finally looked over at him and Luke's hands curled around the material of his own shirt. Reggie moved closer and touched his arm to soothe him. Under the contact Luke relaxed again. Y/n didn't miss the moment. He scoffed, a twisted smile rising onto his face. "I see." His eyes flickered to the marks peeking out on both of the boys and the new form they each took. "Only took you thirty years or so."

Flynn, Julie and Alex all exchanged looks before the ghost disappeared and the two girls slipped outside, leaving the three boys alone. Their exist was masked by Reggie asking, "What does that mean?"

Y/n stepped away from the pair. "Listen if you want to clear the air so you guys don't feel guilty about dating, it's fine. I'm over it. It's been ages and-"

"It's not like that," Luke interrupted. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I just... Listen, I know I handled it really badly when we were first together. I wasn't fair to you. And I'm not saying we should try it again if you don't want to, but I did want to talk to you. To clear the air in the very least. I wanted you to know that it's different now and I wanted you to know that I should have treated you better. That I know it too. And I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Immediately all of the anger melted off of Y/n and it became clear that he had never even been irritated. He was in pain and trying to hide it. Pain that showed loud and clear now, for all to see. "I forgive you, Luke. And Reggie too. We were young and stupid and none of us were handling any of it correctly, especially with all the pressure placed on us. It's whatever."

"We don't just want you to disappear again though," Reggie added. "I get it if you don't want this. If you don't want to be friends with us again. But even if that's all it is, we'd both like you to come back again. We've lost a lot of our life. All of it, in fact. We don't have a lot of friends anymore, and things are hard and confusing and painful. We just..."

Y/n teared up. "Why now? Why, decades later, are you finally doing what I begged and begged and begged you to do AGES ago? When I've finally moved on and let it all go and came to terms with my new life? I've been aching for ten years and now you decide that you're going to do all the things I tried to do?"

Reggie pursed his lips. "I'm sorry Y/n. If you want to leave and it's too late, we get it. We just... had to try. I'm sorry if that's selfish of us. If it only makes things harder for you."

Y/n didn't respond for a very long time. Then he barely managed out, "I have to go." And he was gone, leaving Reggie and Luke alone in the studio.

Luke covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds. Then he dropped them, sighing as he looked over at Reggie. "And yet it still went better than I thought it would."

Reggie didn't say anything to that, but to be fair, he didn't really have to.

Getting yanked from the black empty void of nothing into an almost empty street was jarring enough on its own without all the noise. it wasn't overwhelming, like a crowd, but just one voice at high volume. Y/n looked over to see the source, his eyes landing on a familiar face. Bobby. He leaned against the wall, hand covering his face and guitar swinging from around his neck. He looked like he was about to pass out.

Panicked, Y/n rushed forward to help him. He grabbed the guitar and placed it in a more safe position, reaching out to steady Bobby. To his shock, his hands went right through his friends. A moment that was missed by the dark haired boy who only then lowered his hand from his face and looked over. "Y/n?"

Y/n smiled a little, strained even as he tried to make it large and warm and genuine. It was obvious Bobby was totally wrecked and Y/n wanted to help. Everything else could wait. "Hey. You okay?"

"You're here." The words were hoarse and for a second Y/n wondered if him being here had made him feel even worse. That's how it seemed. He looked around to try and avoid his eyes - what had Luke told him? How angry was he? It should have only been an hour or so. Maybe that's why Bobby was upset. All those thoughts were wiped from his head when he realized he was... back stage. Bobby was about to go on stage, and the audience was cheering for him as he waited for his cue. Did he... have stage fright? How had they even gotten here to begin with? Wasn't Y/n just running through the woods? No, he had fallen. He had been hurt... Where had the large hole in the ground come from? It felt like it had fallen, broken. One second it was there and the next it was crumbling underneath him.

He was suddenly very confused.

"Where is here exactly?"

"The Orpheum." He was looking at Y/n with a very bizarre expression. "Am I crazy?"

"Why would you be crazy?" Y/n asked, taken aback by the question more than anything else that was happening. Wasn't Y/n the crazy one? He looked around again, his head spinning. "Wait if you're at the Orpheum where are the others? Alex and... and Reggie? And Luke?" The names hurt him more than he expected, only then did it all sink in that he would probably never see them again. Unless... why was he here? Maybe they'd invited him. Maybe things had been fixed.

Bobby's face twisted with pain. "Y/n, they died. They ate some really bad food and it killed them. That was three years ago. I tried to find you but..." He swallowed and Y/n looked at him, slowly, horror crossing his face. "We were going to perform. But... I mean, I couldn't do it. I couldn't perform. So I left and they told me that if I wanted to perform in the future I could. And now I'm here and..." His breathing hitched and Y/n stepped away. "But now you're here and- and maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't go on tonight. They pressured me... with the songs... I'm..."

He was dumping, ranting, as he had before. As all the boys had turned to Y/n for comfort, Bobby did so now. But Y/n couldn't catch him as he began falling. The boy was falling too fast himself. Luke and Alex and Reggie were dead? Three years? When had they booked a performance at the Orpheum? They were getting big there was nothing crazy like that happening. Not yet. And how had Y/n gotten here?

It was only not registering that Bobby looked quite a bit older. His hair had grown out, and he had the beginning of a beard on his face. He was dressed differently too.

All Y/n could think was, "You can't go on without them." Bobby nodded, agreeing, and Y/n felt a scream echoing in his head. He grabbed it, closing his eyes. He wanted to leave. He wanted out of here. He wanted... he couldn't...

There was a pop and then he felt sun on his skin and a cool breeze replaced the fans and Bobby and the chaos. He felt himself sink to his knees. What was happening?!

"Hey." Luke turned to see Y/n and despite himself, he smiled.

"Hey, you." He shuffled, a little awkward. "Reggie isn't here right now."

"I know." Y/n took a seat on the couch, sinking into the soft seat as he sighed. He looked tired. He probably was. "I'm not here to be a creeper or anything. I just... I just wanted to talk about what happened that day. Why..." He placed his face in his hands.

"You're not here to talk about what happened," Luke realized aloud.

Y/n shook his head. "It sucks so much, Luke. It's suffocating out there by myself. And... it doesn't stop. Someone always needs help, and all I can do is offer a momentary comfort and then I have to leave and I have to move on and I can't ever stop. I never stop."

Luke hesitated a second before sitting next to him. "That day with the little girl. How she called you an angel, when you grabbed her toy that she dropped. And how you were in the alley way with Julie. Do you do that all the time?"

Nodding, Y/n seemed to melt. He seemed to much more broken since the last time they'd talked and Luke felt his heart aching. He wanted to help. Had Y/n always looked like this? Surely not. "I thought it was my purpose. The lonely angel. Always moving, always helping, always by myself. I made this connection with the people I helped, but only while I helped them. Kind of like how Julie could see you guys before. I can feel myself being pulled. And if I let go, I'm summoned to someone who needs help. And they can see me, and hear me, but they can't touch me. I just thought it was a sign. And then I met Carrie, and Julie, and that brought me back here. No matter how long I go, it always brings me back to you and Reggie." He sighed again, longer and heavier. Like he was on the verge of tears. "It's so frustrating. I just want to stop and come home and collapse in your guys' arms. It's not fair."

Luke pursed his lips, hesitating a second. But then he just shook his head and opened his arms, wrapping one around Y/n's shoulders and pulling the boy into his chest. Y/n curled into him, holding onto him as he tried to hold back tears. Little gasps came from him as he tried to keep in control and Luke frowned. "Listen Y/n, I know it's not perfect. In fact it's anything but. I still think... if you need to make it less complicated for a second, you can. If you just need some comfort and a safe place. If you need someone to take care of you. Reggie and I are both more than willing to do that. Even if it's just for a while. We can start there. Just give that to you."

Y/n nodded. "Okay." He seemed to relax and the two men sat there for a very long time, in silence, just trying to hold each other together. It was such a relief for both of them that neither of them pulled away until they had to. The studio doors opened and Alex, Flynn, and Carlos came in. They chatted, laughing, but stopped cold as they took in Y/n and Luke.

Y/n pulled away, getting to his feet. "Sorry." He disappeared again, and Luke closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Alex came to sit next to him. "He's coming around, Kas. Just give him some time okay?"

"Yeah I know." He sighed, lowering his hand. "I need to update Reggie. You know where he is?" They didn't know what they'd do next, but comparing notes for now would be the best idea. If Y/n came to Luke this time, he might come to Reggie next and it would be best to be as prepared as possible. Even if he didn't... Hopefully he would though. Hopefully he would.

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