#need to find somewhere to live in the next 2 weeks

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who ya gonna call?

OR dean’s a ghost. he’s haunting you (but you are not complaining).

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「 pairing 」 : ghost ! dean x established fem ! reader

「 word count 」 : 1.7 k.

「 content / warnings 」 : smut— again, more to come in the next few weeks too so BUCKLE UP, dean is a ghost, reader is very much aware. can’t tell if i love or hate this one tbh.

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with the great @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth (aka god)’s permission, i let my freak flag fly here (but when do i not, let’s be real). think spn s2 ep1 ; in my time of dying for this one. and if any of you say “well actually ☝️🤓 this wouldn’t make sense becuase of xyz” just know i am a horny woman and tumblr is my outlet. but inspo is from @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth’s the swayze method of course. thank you very much for letting me run with this!

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even though he hunted them, dean had to admit— being a ghost had its perks.

of course, dean had been one before— multiple times, actually. first when he got in that car crash with sammy and his dad, another when he busted out a bunch of locked up spirits in some old-ass house, and the other being more recently.

as in, now.

dean needed to stop doing stupid shit like this— but honestly? sometimes, being there, yet not being seen was pretty damn awesome.

dean had stalked you and sam all day— not that he thought you knew he was there, but you could almost… sense it. while digging through spellbooks, you’d looked at the spot he was (invisibly) standing in once or twice, furrowing your brows like you actually saw him. but you shrugged it off, thinking it was your mind playing tricks on you when the motel curtains blew a little like there’d been a small gust of wind. nothing was there, right?

no.

dean was there.

he was here now, too.

dean had been here for a while now— as soon as you and sam gave up for the second night in a row of not finding a single thing to help his… not-living dilemma, you’d gone back to what was yours and dean’s shared motel room (sam had gotten his own on the other side of the motel. and any guesses as to why?).

maybe it might’ve been seen as creepy, but dean enjoyed just watching you. didn’t matter what, or when. you’d pretended not to notice more often than not, but now dean could watch without any fear of you realizing.

well.

yet.

dean was now currently following you out of the steam-filled bathroom, your socked feet padding on the motel room’s carpet while in one of his shirts. you wore them frequently, but that didn’t stop the way a little pang of possession shot through his chest every time he saw you.

you slipped under the covers of your own comfortable blanket (because pro hunter tip: bring your own bedding to shitty motels), letting out an exhale you didn’t know you were holding in.

dean just sits and watches you for a little, perching himself on the side of the bed. damn, even with that worried, concerned look on your face, you were still gorgeous.

and you were worried. loving dean winchester had its perks, but fuck if it didn’t hurt every time he ‘died’. this was worse, too, because you knew he was a ghost— and the thought of him out there somewhere alone somewhere made your chest ache.

“wish you were here,” you whisper half into your pillow without even thinking about it, eyes on the window next to the bed.

dean’s heart broke a little at that. because he was here.

so even though he knew you wouldn’t be able to hear him, feel him— he shifts fully on the bed and scoots right up next to you, spooning you like he always did most nights.

suddenly, you were much colder than you’d been before. you squint at the window. it was only cracked a little bit for air. and for a second, you thought you felt something, weight surrounding you as if dean was really, truly actually there—

“‘m right here,” he whispers your name in your ear, his own chest hurting with the longing to just comfort you. “hell, you really think dyin’ would get you ridda me?”

then you gasp, and dean can feel the way your body tenses. but why in chuck’s name did you—

wait.

did you hear that?

you’re both silent for a moment, until you finally find the words to speak— surprisingly, the only thing that comes out of your mouth is:

“dean?”

dean mentally smacks himself upside the head.

ghosts’ emotions made them more powerful— so much so that humans could notice.

turns out, you had that effect on him.

big surprise, right?

“yeah, it’s me,” he whispers again, settling more next to you, afraid that if he spoke any louder, the bridge he’d somehow fostered might dissipate.

“jesus christ,” you breathe out a sigh of relief, still in your position on the bed while you can almost feel his breath on your ear. “have you— you’ve been here the whole time?”

“‘course i have,” dean almost sounds offended when he answers back, voice still low as his arm snakes around your waist. “where else would i be?”

you don’t answer. because now that you though about it, it did make sense. you almost wanted to ask why he didn’t say anything earlier—but instead, you whisper back:

“how are you doing that?”

dean’s brows furrow a little— until it clicks.

you felt his arm around you.

which meant you could feel him.

damn.

like he said.

this ghost thing had its perks.

“dunno,” dean honestly replies before pressing a kiss onto your cheek— and the way your eyes fluttered shut told him you felt that, too. “but i’m damn glad i can.”

“i’m dreaming,” you whisper more to yourself than anything as dean’s other hand trails down the curve of your waist through his shirt— and if you kept your eyes shut, it was like he was actually there.

but hell, he was.

“nuh uh,” you feel the warmth of dean’s breath on your ear again and his hand lingering on your hip when he presses himself completely against your back. you dared not to open your eyes, in fear of seeing nothing but darkness and empty sheets— because with you not looking, it was all the more real. “ya feel that? ‘s all me. ‘cause ‘a you.”

“fuckin’ hell,” you whisper again, pressing yourself right back into him as if—

no.

he was there.

you can feel the familiar roughness of dean’s hand slipping under the band of your underwear like he’s done a million times before— well, actually, this was a little new. because his hands were cold, not hot. but whatever.

“missed ya like crazy,” dean whispers again, fingers gently dragging across your already wet folds— because when were you not wet for dean winchester. “guess you did, too, huh?”

“always miss you,” your voice comes out breathier than you wanted it to, but that’s the effect dean had on you, too. he always made you cum like a horny teenager— too soon and too loud. but then again, you did the same for him. “always need you.”

god, what the hell were you saying? you’re a grown-ass woman—telling a man what, exactly?

well, you don’t know, because your thoughts are interrupted when dean’s skilled— albeit now ghostly fingers start rubbing. you tip your head back involuntarily, letting out a rougher exhale, because if this was a dream, you were gonna enjoy every second of it.

“dean,” his name rolls off your tongue before something between a whimper and moan escapes your throat as his fingers go a little faster. a tiny, annoying voice in your mind tells you that this really isn’t the best idea, but you don’t really care.

because dean kinda made you forget about everything else.

especially when his hands were involved.

“shhh,” dean’s not really shushing you though, because his tone is coaxing. the kind that says “i got you.”

but he still says that out loud, anyway.

so you relax more into dean— or rather, nothing behind you. you don’t think, because dean’s got you. he always does, even in the afterlife. and because if you thought about it too hard, you were afraid the tension building in your tummy would go away. you were afraid the oh-so familiar feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit would cease to exist.

you feel something cold on your neck, too— and it sends a jolt down your spine, adding to the bouts of pleasure only dean could seem to orchestrate for you.

you can’t moan as loud as you want to— because the old lady in the room next door had already given you a look when she saw the six-pack in your hands the other day. but then again, that’s when dean was in his meat suit. still, you didn’t need another look.

“oh, de,” you bury half your face into your pillow again, choking out a breath of dean’s name, eyes still shut and letting out a broken noise as the burning in your lower torso was getting more intense.

dean was enjoying this way too much, he thought. but then again, he always liked seeing you like this— even more so when it was because of him. when he actually died, he’d definitely turn down the sorry-ass reaper or death, or whoever was taking him to wherever he’ll be ending up just to make you cum, over and over.

that seemed like a good way to spend eternity.

and he wished at that moment that he could properly fuck you— but that was for when he was back in his body. so he could feel you, too.

you wished you could touch him— feel him more than what you were now, but your brain was starting to become fuzzy, your legs and what seemed to be every nerve in your body tingling.

dean felt it, too. he didn’t really know how, but it was something he’d learned over time. your pretty face scrunched up even more, and the sounds you let out were sounds you only made when you were close. you tried to talk— but all that came out was his name.

“dean— baby, please—”

he never had to ask you to beg for him. never had to ask to say his name, or for you to tell him that you’re his.

you always just did it.

“‘s okay, ‘s okay,” dean whispers your name in your ear, feeling you shiver against him. because right now? who was he to deny you? the woman who gave him anything and everything he needed— wanted. yeah, no way. “just go ahead.”

with that, he increased the pace of his fingers further while letting your hips continue buck on his hand— and the sounds you let out when you finally let yourself tip over the edge was almost enough to make dean lose it right then and there, too.

maybe there were a couple downsides to this though— because dean couldn’t lick his fingers clean of you right now. and he was hard. was that even a thing?

he could barely focus on his own thoughts right now, though— because your eyes were still shut, mouth parted and legs twitching as he lay pressed up against you.

but the first thing you said?

“just you wait ‘till you get back in your body, cowboy.”

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[mortalityplays]

You need more free art.

I quit my job yesterday. Well, actually I quit my job eight weeks ago, but they finally released me yesterday for good behaviour. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do - but I do it for the wrong reasons. Working for major charities, you learn very fast that 'I want to make the world a better place' is a phrase you use to ask people for money, not to give them things. I was an ass-backwards fit for that world.

You need more free art. I need more free art. Everyone has felt the shift in our media landscape over the last ten years, away from access and towards nickel-and-diming the human experience. That lack of access is making life and culture worse for all of us, across the board. Paywalled news sites leave us less informed, attacks on the Internet Archive leave us less capable of research. Algorithmic social feeds and streaming walled gardens trap us inside smaller and smaller demographic bubbles, where we are increasingly only likely to encounter ideas that have been curated for us by marketing departments. Hasty efforts to resist AI commodification have only led to more artists locking their work away and calling for even more onerous systems of copyright law. This is not good for us.

We all need more free art.

So what am I going to do about it?

This is a question I have been asking myself for years. It's easy to sit here feeilng frustrated and thinking 'boy I hope SOMEONE does SOMETHING'. It's harder to take action in a world where I still have rent to pay. But hard doesn't mean impossible. Sometimes hard just means time-consuming, frustrating and slow. And sometimes it's worth doing something time-consuming, frustrating and slow because...I want to make the world a better place.

I'm going to do this:

1. From April 1st, I am relaunching as a freelance writer and editor.

This is the one that will (hopefully) help to pay the bills. I am a very good and experienced editor. I've worked on hollywood movies, I'm a member of the Chartered Institute of Editors and Proofreaders, I have clients who have been coming to me exclusively for more than 10 years.

Alongside bigger contract jobs, I am going to refocus on offering my services to small-press creators at a reduced rate. That means you, graphic novelists. That means you, itch and amazon writers. I want to help you develop your work, the same way I help large organisations. You can learn more about what an editor even does and what kind of pricing you can expect here.

2. I'm also going to start giving shit away. Like, constantly.

Next week I'm going to launch a new free shop. If you're unfamiliar, a free shop, giveaway shop, swap shop, etc. is an anarchist tradition of setting up a storefront where anyone can take what they like for no cost. Offline, this often means second-hand clothes, tools, furniture, food etc. Online, I am going to be giving away digital art. Copyright-free, no strings attached. It will (eventually) feature everything from print-res posters to zines, poems, tattoo flash, t-shirt designs and anything else we come up with.

Yes, I said 'we' - while this is a curated collection, it will feature work from a variety of credited and anonymous artists and activists, all of whom have agreed to give their work away to the public domain. Some of it will be practical, some of it will be political, but a lot of it will be decorative or personal. This is, in part, a response to recent difficulty I had finding somewhere that would print a one-off joke poster for a friend that featured the word 'faggot'. Enough. No middlemen - no explaining ourselves. Just print our shit and enjoy it.

I'm very, very excited about this project. I'll have more to say about it closer to the launch, but you can expect it to go live on March 27th.

2.2 I forgot to mention the ACTUAL LAUNCH GIVEAWAY

To celebrate my launch, I am going to be giving away a ton of physical prints. When I went looking for my old stock to see if it was worth setting a new (paid) storefront up, I realised I had way more old work in storage than I thought. This will be announced in its own right on Monday, but this is why I've been hinting you should go follow my Patreon.

On April 1st, I will pick 8 random patrons (from across all tiers including non-paying followers!) and mail them a bundle of assorted prints and postcards. The prize pool includes A3 and A4 posters, packs of A6 postcards, and printed minicomics that I've previously sold for up to £12 each.

You don't have to be a paying subscriber to enter - this is strictly no-purchase necessary. It is purely and entirely a celebration of the concept of GIVING ART AWAY FOR FREE.

3. PORN, YOU PERVERTS

Because I still have to pay to stay alive, I am going to be subsidising all this free art with the introduction of Fuck You Fridays. Starting from March 29th, I will drop a new 18+ short story on the last Friday of every month, over on itch.io (yes I know my page is desolate right now, don't worry I'll get there).

The first edition, Go Fuck Yourself, is about, well - telling your boss where to stick it. Julia has had it with her millionaire man-child manager, and is just about ready to let him know what she really thinks. It's a short and steamy 5k words, with a gorgeous cover illustration by @taylor-titmouse, and you can pick it up for $3 starting from March 29th.

4. ANOTHER BIG SURPRISE

I'm keeping this one under wraps for now, but April 1st will also play host to one more (FREE) launch. If you've been following me for a long time, you might remember the other significance of this date (no not April Fool's day, though that is certainly thematically relevant to this entire effort). That's all I'll say right now. Watch this space.

tl;dr: I'm sick of paywalls and career ladders. I'm literally putting my money where my mouth is. More free art for everyone and I'm not kidding around!!!

[nadinescholtes]

Here is Laia from the new dimension on Eclipse and Puppet Show. Because Sunlight mentioned that he only likes men, she will become Eclipse's partner. This dimension is not a fully genderswap, so Laia stays a woman. And she doesn't have the strength update, she has normal animatronic like strength.

Story:

Laia was the mascot of the candy shop Sugarcoat, but when the old owner AND his wife died, the son didn't want to take over the shop and planed to get the shop demolished and build something else. He was also planing to decommission Laia, because this one hates animatronics. Laia heard this when the son was on the phone and with broken heart she planed her escape. She was very scared, she wanted to live.

The shop didn't close right away it was open for a few months so Laia had some time. But the son was starting to get violent and hurt Laia almost every day and she didn't dare to defend herself. Every other day she stole some money from the cash register and hid it in her room. And then she prepared her outfit to hide her body to look like a tall human woman (if you don't take a closer look).

Even though she had many clothes, she had very few to choose from because they couldn't have the Sugarcoat logo on them and needed to look somewhat normal.

She packed a backpack with the money, a change of clothes, and her portable power bank for an extra 8 hours of electricity (which is much easier to charge than herself directly). Charging cables and her little screwdriver kit just in case and a fuzzy blanket for comfort.

She couldn't take her laptop with games and movies with her in case of tracking. She doesn't have a tracking device built into her, because she was at the shop all the time anyway.

Her outfit: pants and a shirt, a jacket, her Halloween boots, gloves, and a bandana. In her backpack was her outfit like the one from SAMS.

And when she was ready, she escaped the shop at night. It wasn't easy to stay hidden. It was rare for her to find a safe place to charge, so she had to charge her portable power bank where she could (like McDonald's or other) and then plug it in herself to charge hidden in her jacket. She looked like a tall, homeless woman who was resting on a bench or something.

One night a group of people tried to attack and rob her, but she escaped and the next morning she found the building Freddy (Lefty?) Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. She snuck in, disguised as a tall woman under many people, and went unnoticed. She found her way in parts and service and hid there. She could rest and charge without being attacked for two weeks.

Poor Laia, she was on the run for 2 months it took a toll on her, she was so tired and scared. She found a crowbar and kept it close in case she needed to defend herself. She didn't have a plan for what to do in the future, all she knew was to survive.

And one day Eclipse found her, he first thought she was a tall human woman intruder but saw very fast that she was an animatronic, but didn't see her face. Laia was very scared, kept saying that Eclipse would not take her back to the shop and not to come any closer, and was ready to swing the crowbar if he did come closer.

Eclipse was confused and irritated, asking questions but Laia slipped out the door of parts and service looking for a new hiding spot. Clips didn't run after her, because he was busy and is not in the mood for this. But he kept an eye out when he left parts and service.

Days after he began researching about missing animatronics, but couldn't find anything. But he saw the news that Sugarcoat closed and saw pictures of Laia when she was working there. He recognizes her eyes.

He went to search the whole plex and found her somewhere in the basement sitting in the corner. When she saw him she got scared again, holding the crowbar up. Clips tried this time to calm her down, he was bad at it but it worked. He just wanted to know why she was there. She hesitated but then told him everything that happened in the shop and in the streets.

He said he would not tell everyone, not to help her but because he didn't care (yeah sure buddy, you are nice, deal with it!). He said she could stay there until he figured something out. He warned her if she hurt anyone or caused trouble, he would kick her out.

After days he kept checking on her and having some small talk. He brings her stuff to keep her occupied. He tried bringing her candy from the daycare (because mascot of the candy shop), but she hates candy now, so he brought her some chips. The ghost kids found her and started visiting her too and then FC found her and then the whole group knew about her.

Within time she befriended everyone and Eclipse hacked into Fazbear's system and registered Laia as an official Fazbear animatronic (the thing he did when he, Foxy, FC, and Puppet moved in). Her job was to be at the cash register at the theater, so Clips could leave to do other things. And because those two hung out a lot at the theater together, they grew close.

[gublershrry]

Only Angel • B.E.

Summary: you meet a girl at a party, you smoke a joint with her, and you let her fuck you like crazy.

Warnings: smut, gxg, degradation, shes high, dom!billie, sub!reader, one night stand, strap!billie, i did not proof this

You don’t know why you let Abby drag you to this party.

She claimed you needed to “go out more” and “not be so shy” now that you graduated college. Living in L. A. Was threatening to you, though. Too many people, too many drugs, too much drama.

So when your roommate first asked you to join her, you laughed in her face. When she begged you (for days, actually) you finally gave in.

“What’s the harm in it?” She asked. It was a “small” function, one of her friends from her college invited her to a party in the Hills. He told her to bring as many people as she knew. And well, Abby only really knew you. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

Plus, it’d probably be nice to get out of the house for a night, especially after moving all of your shit across the country 2 weeks ago.

And so, now you’re here, silently motivating yourself to walk through the huge doors of the mansion just 2 streets over from Rodeo Dr. That is, until Abby drags you inside by your wrist before you’re done manifesting a good night.

You immediately go to the kitchen to get a drink.

The entire house was packed, the music was loud, and you’re honestly surprised nobody has made any complaints about it to the police. The speakers were rattling and you just wondered who the hell owned this nice of a place and also listens to Drake.

3 shots later and you’re ready to wonder around the house. You look outside the back patio first, watching stupid, drunken idiots jump off the roof into the huge pool. Internally rolling your eyes, you keep looking around until you spot a girl on the couch, manspreading in cargo pants at least 4 sizes too big on her, smoking a joint while a blonde kisses down her neck.

And she spots you too.

All Billie is thinking in this moment is how innocent you look: a cute pink mini skirt with your black lace thong barely peeking through, probably by mistake, and a small sheer top with a matching bra also vaguely showing. You looked like an angel.

Your eye contact with the mysterious black-haired girl doesn’t waver, even while the blonde, practically on top of her at this point, sucks marks into her neck that will probably be there for days.

The girl blows smoke out towards you, then curls her finger to beckon you over.

You oblige.

She shoos off the other girl, who doesn’t seem phased but instead runs outside to probably find her friends. The girl on the couch pats her lap, looking you up and down, silently telling you to sit there. Instead you sit next to her, take the joint out from between her fingers, and take a long drag.

“I’m y/n” you say, not daring to look her in the eyes as you give back her joint. She takes it, and you see from the corner of your eyes as she puffs once more before putting it out on the tray in front of you.

She adjusts her backwards fitted cap before licking her lips and slouching down a little more.

“Billie. You come alone?”

You tell her Abby’s somewhere probably hooking up with a dude before Billie puts her hand on your thigh, sending chills up your spine. She leans in to your neck, her lips barely grazing your ear, and whispers just loud enough for you, and you alone, to hear.

“Wanna follow me upstairs, baby?”

So obviously, you go.

She walks behind you, staring at your ass shake each time you take a step. You silently thank God that Abby made you wear a tiny mini skirt and just a lace thong underneath. You remind yourself to thank her later.

Billie puts her hand on the small of your back as she leads you to a bedroom down the hallway, then slams the door shut and locks it. Immediately, she slams your body against the door, kissing down your neck and squeezing your hips simultaneously.

“Coming out looking like this was dangerous, you know.” Billie groans into your ear as her hands travel around your waist.

She makes her way up to your tits, gently squeezing them and then moving her hands around to take your bra off. You lift your hands up so she can rip your shirt and bra off together, your legs shaking with anticipation. After haphazardly tossing your top across the room, she grabs you and pushes you on to the bed, face down. As you moan, she smacks your ass and grabs the handprint after, soothing your fiery skin.

“You gotta hush, baby. Can’t let your friend know who you’re having fun with.” Billie tells you seductively before kissing down your spine, then propping your ass up so she can get a good view.

“So fuckin’ wet already, hm? Can’t wait to taste this pretty little thing.” Billie said quietly, to herself most likely, before grabbing your cheeks and attaching her mouth to your pussy.

She moves her tongue around expertly, making you fall apart under her touch.

“F- fuck Billie!” You exclaim, feeling your legs get even shakier and that pit grow in your lower stomach. You reach your arms out, grasping for the sheets, the pillows, anything to grab onto. You struggle to keep your moans in, not wanting to know what her punishment would be if you got too loud.

“Don’t stop, pl- ah!” You’re cut off by Billie sliding her middle finger inside of you, curling it to hit that soft, spongey spot. Your body weakens and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you shake and beg for more.

Although, all she does is stop.

As she removes her finger, she gets up and pulls your hair so hard your back arches, your back now flush against her chest. As you pant for air, she shoves her finger down your throat, watching you through hooded eyes. You taste yourself on her finger, gagging and keeping your eyes locked with hers.

She pulls your hair tighter, sliding her hand out of your mouth and grasping onto your neck instead, aggressively making out with you. Although Billie mumbled through the kisses, you heard her loud and clear;

“I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, angel.”

“I’m gonna turn you into a little devil in these sheets, hm? You want that?”

You nod and she releases the grip on your throat, which forces you to flop back over onto your stomach. However, this isn’t the position she wants you in.

Billie swiftly grasps the back of your legs and flips you around so you’re lying on your back as she leans over you, her knees on either side of your legs at the end of the bed. She quickly (and with one hand) takes her belt off, and then pulls her pants down revealing a strap she had been wearing this whole night. You look up into her eyes, a glimmer of fear not going unnoticed by the woman above you. She just smirks and spits down onto the fake cock, rubbing it around before running the tip up and down your folds.

She leans over you, moving your legs onto her shoulders before sliding the very end of the dick into your entrance. You gasp loudly but she shuts you up, shoving two fingers into your mouth.

Billie thrusts her hips all the way into you, watching your back arch like an exorcism.

She was gonna fuck that only angel right outta you.

As her pace sped up, your moans increased in number and volume, and she moved her fingers away from your mouth, now toying with your nipples. As she pinched and squeezed at you, she watched your jaw slack and your eyes flutter shut, appreciating the effect she had on you.

“I’m gonna cum, Billi- fuck!” You yelp, her fingers finding their way to your clit. As she rubbed tight circles, she could tell you were getting close. She watched with a low gaze as you came apart right underneath her, soaking her cock and fingers.

She fucked you all through your orgasm, hers following soon after, the pressure of the strap hitting her spot too much to handle. She slowed her pace but not her hardness, eyes rolling back and her hair falling into your face as she bent over you, cumming.

Her sighs in your ear sounded like heaven, and she lightly licked your ear before sucking on the lobe.

“God, you’re so fucking good, I wanna die tonight in your sweet little pussy.”

Idk how to write smut I’m just bored sry

[upsidedownmvnson]

tell me you love me | steve harrington

warnings: fluff (warning lol) friends to lovers, idiots to lovers,

a/n: i actually really loved this <3 i hope you do too

tell me you love me vol 2

Steve Harrington had already tried twice in his life to confess his love for you.

The first time, you two were in the tenth grade and you had just accepted stupid Jack Warren's invitation to prom, so Steve didn't bother. That was back when he was settling into popularity anyway, so he got over it pretty quickly. He was dating Cathy Bartlett the next week.

The second time, Robin had made him pinky promise not to date you. She had held him down, sat on his back and twisted his arm until he pinky swore that he wouldn't do anything to destroy the delicate ecosystem of the friend group. There was already one awkward ex-situation in there.

But Robin was right, you were not like the girls he normally dated. If things went wrong he wouldn't be able to just sweep it under the rug, it could have painful ramifications for all his friends. Although... he didn't actually think it would go that bad. Steve would find his mind wandering on the idea often. He pictured the two of you in the kitchen, side by side cooking dinner and talking about your day. When he thought of you, it felt like home. It felt like somewhere he could build a house and live forever.

If he could only get the words out, he'd realize how quickly you'd accept him. He'd realize he wasn't the only one of you that was stupid in love.

You had been in love with Steve since you could remember. But never once thought he'd shared your interest, not with all the girls around him all the time. The way he shines in their attention and basks in their praise, it's enough to make you sure he's happy with how it is. Or he probably wouldn't have told you all about his date with Debbie Dabbenthorn, right?

Tonight, you, Nancy and Robin were at a party. Something Steve desperately tried to make not happen. But he was working, so there was no one to stop you girls from coaxing each other into drink after drink, which you always did. The three of you always drank too much, and Steve always got stuck trying to coral you and Robin into his car.

At the party, Nancy was handing you another red cup filled to the brim, sloshing over the side and coating your fingers. You hadn't noticed.

"I love when we ditch the boys," Nancy said, smiling as she sipped out of her own solo cup. "It's so fun!"

"Same," Robin said, slinging her arm around Nancy's shoulers, making the two of them sway and laugh. They caught their balance and cheered drinks. "Hey, help me find the bathroom!"

It wasn't hard to find, but it was hard for all three of you to get there without knocking into each other, but it didn't matter. The three of you giggled the whole way, laughing too hard over barely anything. Enjoying the simple joy of being with your friends on a party.

The line for the bathroom was short, only a few people deep. Nancy was grilling Robin on her love life while Robin evaded every question with a vague answer, soon, she turned it onto you, focusing Nancy on the other singler girl in the group.

"Do you not think anyone is cute at least?" Nancy said, not quite believing you when you say you didn't have a crush on anyone at the moment. You shrugged, trying to avoid admitting that it was her ex boyfriend that really turned your head. Robin chuckled, and slid into the bathroom.

You started sipping your drink when Nancy asked, "Not even Steve?" and you nearly choked, but you coughed once and composed yourself. You stared at her, confused as to why she would bring him up.

"You don't have to say anything," she said, and you looked into your cup, noting that you'd need a replacement after this trip. "But it would be okay with me."

Robin opened the bathroom door again, reassembling the trio be throwing her arms around both of your shoulders. "New drinks!" she cheered, steering you all in the direction of the kitchen.

"Drink up," Nancy giggled, "and then let's dance!"

So that's what you did, you guys drank and danced and had a great time. Until Jonathan came to pick up Nancy. That's when you saw that it was after nine, so Steve should've been on the way to come collect you and Robin from your drunken outing. You told Robin again how nice it was for Steve to come get you.

"But c'mon, you love him right?" Robin asked, laughing at your shock.

"I do not love him," you argued, but you did. Robin shrugged, but didn't look convinced. "He just is beautiful, that's all."

"Nah," she said, brushing off the idea with a wave of her hand. "You just love him."

"Do not," you mumbled. But Robin already leaned the other way when Vicki walked up to talk to her. You leaned further into the couch, the ugly thing was very comfortable. Steve should be there any minute.

"Hey," Robin whispered, "Vicki invited me to go with her friends to the lake... Are you gunna be okay here? You're not too drunk are you? Because if you think you can't stay awake, I'll stay of course..."

"Robin, go! I'll be fine for like two minutes..." you slurred, you were pretty drunk but Steve really was going to be there any second.

"Okay!" she didn't have to be told twice before she was scrambling after Vicki in her love-drunk haze. Or maybe just regular drunk, but Robin was feeling giddy anyway.

Steve was running behind because he lost the address that Robin had given him. She'd just ripped off a corner of a piece of paper, and Steve had lost it at some point in his shift. When he finally found the place he was thirty minutes behind.

When he got inside you were curled up on the couch alone, snoozing while some couple made out next to you in the spot Robin had vacated. He smiled when he saw you, and took a knee next to you, trying to wake you up nicely. He stroked your cheek, and tucked some hair behind ear, making you stir softly in your slumber.

"Time to get up," Steve said, "Where's Robin?"

"Went with Vicki," you whispered, rubbing your eyes, smudging whatever makeup wasn't already ruined from the dancing.

"Well, how mean of her to leave you here all alone," he said, running his thumb along your cheek again. "Can't trust you guys alone now though, she did leave you to fall asleep at a house party. That's like really bad, I'm mad at her."

You made a soft noise in response, his stern voice was, not so stern. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. Leaning close to you, rubbing your cheek, hair falling perfectly on his forehead and you just wanted to reach up and brush it away like he did. But your hands were wedged under your head, and you were afraid that if you stirred even an inch, he would leave, and this moment would be over.

"Guess you'll just have to make sure you come with us next time," you whispered, eyes bloodshot and glossy from all the alcohol. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. The party was still raging around him, and he easily could've found a place within the girls, but he was content in this moment with you. Your eyes started feeling heavy, and you couldn't stop them from constantly fluttering shut.

“C'mon let me help you up babe,” Steve said, aiding your drunk figure. The nickname made your stomach flip. You were dead weight, giggling as he took care of you and grabbed your things and still found the patience to be kind to you, musing like he was interested in all your drunk babble.

“You're just so pretty, Stevie, it's stupid,” you cooed, finding a place beside him with his arms around you for balance as he lead you, slowly, to his car.

"D-Don't say that stuff," Steve said, voice cracking at the beginning. You were drunk, and it was dark, but you still noticed the blush on Steve's cheeks, and you smiled.

He opened the door for you, and you commented, "so romantic," while holding your hand over your heart, and Steve's heart raced. He went around the trunk of his car to get another second of fresh air, if you saw him in the light you were sure to see the heat he felt in his neck and cheeks. You were flirting with him, and he couldn't contain his excitement every time you complimented him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

The entire trip was like that. From the moment he was in the car you were just a loose cannon of compliments and praises. This combination of him sober and you drunk has never happened while alone before. Were you this flirty with him when he was drunk too?

The answer was yes. The real reason Nancy knew you really wanted Steve was because whenever you two are drunk and together you look like you're in love... because you are. Holding hands, head on shoulder, legs across laps, big bright smiles that made everyone think you were truly, madly, deeply in love. Everything that's just a little too friendly, but never crossing that silly little line that kept you both under the umbrella of just friends.

You were a delight in his passenger seat. He only wished you spoke like this when you were sober, because then maybe he'd know for sure you love him too.

"Hey Steve?" you asked, voice coming out as almost a purr in your sleepy state. Steve's heart melted. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yeah," he answered, clearing his throat and moving his hand over to your lap, intertwining your fingers. Your hands were cold to the touch, but all you felt was the comforting warmth of him. You were both smiling, goofy grins to match the butterflies in your stomach. "You can hold my hand whenever you like."

You made another happy hum, but said nothing else. The ride was short. No words exchanged, just the quiet songs on the radio, turned low to let you drift off in the passenger seat.

When you got to his house, he parked the car, looking at you. He didn't want to wake you. And he didn't want to let go of your hand. Maybe he should just stay in the car all night.

Of course he didn't do that. Steve weaseled his way out of your grip, not bothering to hide how pleased he was that you whined at the loss of his touch. he helped you out of the car, encouraging you to climb on his back for "an express ride to the VIP bathroom," and he delivered, carrying you, all dead weight and giggling, to the bathroom where he left you to clean up. You put on the clothes he delivered, Plaid pajama pants and a big grey shirt. Well, you put the shirt on, the pajama pants were thrown into the tub, because you couldn't be forced to wear pants.

"Steeeeeve," you slurred, leaving the bathroom, giggling and bumping into the doorframe.

Steve was standing in the doorway to his room, wearing only blue plaid pj pants. His torso on glorious display, while he stood frozen at the sight of you. You stretched your arms over your head, and the shirt rose, exposing your panties to him. He nearly choked looking at you.

"Can I sleep in your room?" you asked, smiling at the effect you had on him. "Look how cute I am," you said, turning around and lifting the shirt while bending over slightly, giving him a perfect view of your ass, with the panties laying deliciously over your cheeks.

"Jesus," he muttered, unable to look away but trying to force himself to. He shouldn't be sneaking a peak while you were this drunk, but in his defence you were the one showing him. "Come to bed, just put your shirt down."

"It's your shirt," you teased, obeying him anyway. You danced behind him into the room, and crawled into bed. It smelled so good, it smelled like him. You could've stayed by Steve's side under these blankets forever.

You lay facing Steve, in his overly big, overly comfortable bed, too tired and drunk to keep your eyes open, but you still try. Steve smiles at your determination to stay awake, he watches your eyes blink quickly, trying to shake the sleep away.

You want to reach over and intertwine your hands, you don’t. He wants to reach out and brush the hair off your forehead and behind your ear, he doesn’t.

“Are we in love, Steve?”

The sharpness of your question cuts him, wounding him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He wanted to speak, but there were no words. No charismatic come back, and no way to avoid the lingering question in the air. Steve holds his tears back. He really did love you.

When your eyes peak open, he’s nodding. His eyes filled with tears that he refuses to let you see, but you see. "Yeah, I think so."

“Why is it so sad?”

“Because we're best friends," he said, "and I can't lose you."

"Tell me you love me," you whispered, silly mood replaced with a tight feeling in your throat, like you were going to cry. But you held it back.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He wanted to cry. He wanted to kiss you. But instead, he just sighed, and found your hand under the sheets, and held it tightly. He was frozen. This was his dream come true, so why did it feel like a nightmare? Like you were right there, but he couldn't have you. Like he was doomed to stay in love with you, and never actually get to be with you.

“I will still love you in the morning whether I say it or not, Stevie.” Your eyes finally started winning the battle, and they stayed closed more than they stayed open, too heavy too fight.

"I know babe," he said, watching as you breathing changed and your eyes didn't open again. "I will too."

[amsznn]

can you do a story about how chris and the reader meet at tara’s party but before that, reader accidentally revealed that she found chris cute and the she went viral for it (idk if that makes sense)

SOCIAL MEDIA FRENZY - c. sturniolo

2 days ago..

“chat are we enjoying this haul? don’t flame my style in the comment section.” you warned to your viewers on instagram live before grabbing the next package of clothes off the floor, ready to show your 14k viewers the next batch of items. “next youtube video when?” you read off from a comment.

“this was going to be a youtube haul, but i got lazy so..new video this week!”

your rise as an influencer had to be studied. from a random youtube vlog that you made out of the want to romanticize your life a bit and a rant on tiktok people found funny that gained 2.5 million likes caused you to not only receive near to 3 million subscribers on youtube but almost 1.9 million on tiktok.

this was only in the span of 2 years. growing and working to not only please your new fans but to also have fun for yourself as you still decided to go to college for that degree.

social media was just a hobby for you like a lot of people say. but you truly couldn’t expect the new wave of attention you would revolve for a simple comment you made.

the next item of your haul was a fitted cap that you saw at a pop up shop in your city. you recognized it from somewhere else and decided to buy it since it was also cute.

“guys this cap i actually bought because this youtuber, chris sturniolo also wears it in his videos.” at the mention of the social media star your comments flooded. “guys calm down, im not crazy, he’s just cute okay?” you laughed before setting the cap down then moving to the next piece of clothing.

soon enough you ended the live and went on with your day as normal. filming a bit of your vlog for your new video, answering emails from brands, doing some household chores and of course, settling down in your bed with some snacks for your nightly tiktok scrolling.

as soon as you opened the app you got bombarded with a screen recording of your live with the bit where you said chris was cute. it was all over. even on twitter you began trending for the potential new relationship between you and the social media star.

all you could do is read the comments, some encouraging and some hateful, watch edits of you two being shipped, and quickly text your manager profusely apologizing for the mess you just made.

you groaned while rolling around in your bed. sometimes you just forgot you were too well known to be spewing whatever nonsense came to mind.

which brings us here.

at taras party.

since she was inviting influential people, and her friends, you were a definite invite on her list. and you knew either all of one of the triplets would be there too.

you were nervous to bump into chris. would he even speak to you? and if he did would he be uncomfortable or understanding? well you were about to find out in a moment since he was walking in your general direction.

you mustered up all the courage you could and began to walk towards him. feeling the need to apologize to him since the situation was your fault and it must be annoying for him as well.

you came to a stop as he turned his body to fully face you. your breath hitched for moment taking his appearance all in. his black hoodie and black baggie jeans with his messy hair was a lot to take in in person.

either way you were gonna say what you needed to say. “hey, my names y/n. you might know me. or not thats fine too!” you stumble across your words for a minute before taking a deep breath. you could feel his eyes on you but you remembered hes just a person too.

“you may have seen the plenty of edits and a lot of my supporters in your comment sections or dms, and i just wanted to say im sorry since its been going for three days now and you must be annoyed.” you said it all in one breath and finally met the boys eyes. instead of confusion you were met with a look of amusement.

“oh you’re completely fine. honestly i felt bad for you since you were getting a lot of hate for a simple comment.” chris shrugged while giving you his signature smile. you smiled as well glad that he seemed fine with the recent uproar.

“ive heard worse.” chris said while grimacing at the thought which caused you to laugh nodding in agreement. the night went on with you and chris sticking together for the majority of the party. introducing one another to friends, chris introducing you to nick (your new best friend) and overall having a great time. before you left chris made sure to get your number and texted you to make sure you arrived home safely.

you couldnt help the smile that was spreading on your face as you recall the events of the night. maybe making that comment wasnt so bad after all.

walking towards your room of your apartment, you plopped down onto your bed and decided to make a quick instagram post for the night.

and guess who liked the post?

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this cus i sure did (i was so close to making this into a smut 😭)

[cherubkissesx]

salty kisses

pairing: spencer reid x female! reader

content: pure fluff, kissing, cuddles, talks of having children one day, no use of y/n

synopsis: you and spencer decide to take a well needed holiday off from work, the location you both agree on is greece. you both decide to spend an entire day at the beach totally wrapped up in eachother.

a/n: this idea came to me when it was literally so hot i was struggling to breathe and regulate my body temperature so enjoy!!

“i am literally living out my mamma mia fantasy!” you squealed as you took in the breathtaking view of greece right infront of you. you and spencer decided to head down to the beach today as it was your first day in greece.

“i hope you don’t mean in the literal sense where you have three potential baby daddies?” spencer questioned chuckling. “of course not.” you said going on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

when you both got to beach, you made it your mission to find the best possible spot to place your towels. you wanted somewhere where it was a little quiet but also was a complete sun trap. and you had completed your mission successfully.

“suncream remember!” spencer said to you as he knew you went as red as a lobster at the slightest hint of sunshine. “of course” you rolled your eyes and began immediately covering yourself head to toe in spf 50.

“get my back?” you asked spencer and he willingly took the suncream bottle from you and began lathering your back. “spence that’s too much!” you exclaimed as you could feel him squirt a huge dollop onto your back. “can never be too careful sweetheart” he chuckled. that nickname he had for you never failed to make you completely turn to mush.

“done” he said planting a kiss to your shoulder blade then turning you around a placing a deep kiss to your lips. “ew! my lips taste like suncream!” you said wiping your lips with the back of your hand. “you just wiped away my kiss!” spencer said in pretend sadness. “i’ll make up for it later.” you smiled.

spencer lay down on his towel and pulled out a book that looked the size of your head, you chuckled and let him be.

looking at the view of the sea infront of you, you were beyond grateful you and spencer were allowed to take this well deserved holiday off work. lately work had been stressing you out so bad it was starting to now take a physical toll on you aswell as mental. everyone had noticed how your skin was paler and more sunken in, so when jj suggested you go get a little colour on your skin you were unsure.

but when spencer suggested seriously you both go away for a week and how he was worried about you, you jumped at the chance of taking this well needed holiday.

however, you couldn’t help thinking about the others back home and worrying that they were struggling without you and spencer.

“baby? what’s up” spencer said putting his book down and looking at you. he had been staring at you for a little while but you hadn’t noticed, he only knew something was wrong because you began scrunching up your face like you do when you’re thinking or worried about something.

“nothing! why do you think that?” you said now putting a smile back on your face. spencer had now moved so that his head was resting on your shoulder and peering up at you. “have you forgotten im a profiler? and i know your facial expressions better than anyone.” he said softly it made you give in and tell him.

“i’m just worried they’re struggling without us at work” you admitted. “baby, remember they hired 2 temps to replace us.” he laughed which made you laugh too.

“do you want to go for a swim?” spencer suggested and you immediately nodded. “you’re looking a bit hot and bothered.” he joked and you hit him playfully.

“race you?” you said. “it’s on!” he said and you both took off darting towards the water. of course you won, the years of fbi training paying off in a weird way.

“i’ll beat you next time.” he smiled and drew you close to him placing his soft lips on yours.

“let’s play mermaids” you suggested seriously. “seriously?” he laughed “oh i am so serious” you laughed.

you both starting swimming around eachother in circles, you started splashing your feet more fast and dramatically when you could tell spencer started trying to grab your feet.

“no!” you laughed and ducked underwater to hide from him. you stuck your tongue out at him when you floated back up and he laughed.

you could hear the sound of a baby’s gleeful laugh/screech and you looked over to see the baby chasing its parents around in circles at the shore, it made your heart swell up. you glanced at spencer and saw that he was also looking over at the family with a faint smile on his face. you knew he wanted a family so badly and you hoped to give him that one day.

“should we go dry off now?” you suggested and he nodded as you both found your ways over to your spot. you both lay on your backs, basking in the blistering sun drying you both off.

“c’mere” spencer spoke up opening one of his arms out and you scouted right under his arm and fit snuggly exactly like a puzzle piece. it was like you two were always destined for eachother.

he opened up his book and began reading with his free hand and you were tracing circles on his stomach as you gazed off and people watched.

“spence?” you spoke up. “hmm” he said looking down at you. “you’ll be an amazing father one day, and i hope i can be the one to give that to you.” you spoke so gently to him that his lips curled up into an equally softer smile.

“i only want my children’s mother to be you, you’re destined to be a mom.” he said and you smiled and you both went back to doing whatever you were both doing before.

“i love you” spencer said and planted a tender kiss on your temple. “i love you too” you smiled and readjusted your position so that you were now propped up on his chest so that you could lean forward and kiss spencer with all your might.

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And They Were Roommates

Summary: Rio get's a roommate in you and suddenly she can't function.

Warnings: Smut so 18+ , Rio doing suspicious shit, Top!Rio Vidal, Bottom!reader, pet names with this women, biting, some fluff, aftercare ( because it's important),

Word count: 3.4k

a/n: i was gonna spend a good week on this fic fuck it you get it now because my professors are already on midterm talk. also thank @yourlocalsaiko for the funny ask comment they left on the sneak peek of this for influencing me to finish this. And also happy birthday to @harknessdoll. If this does good maybe a part 2 or little series ????? who knows

Happy reading

Renting a small cottage in the middle of the woods, well not middle maybe like 10 miles away from town seemed like a good idea at the time. No having to deal with noisy neighbors, having a cute little driveway to not share with anyone and not to mention not being woken up to traffic. 

It sounded like the perfect thing until you heard a loud bang that woke you from your slumber, who in the fuck was in your cottage. 

“ Fucking hell,” you mumble to yourself. Good thing Kate had recommended buying that bat incase anyone came in, bedtime you do need to actually buy a weapon of some sort or at least invest in some security. The noise gets louder as you make your way to the kitchen, hear what seems to be a lady humming a tune while she’s looking for something to eat in the fridge. 

“ You leave for a couple of years to explore and someone can think they can just move in ? In my cottage? In my home?” She mumbles to herself. 

“ IM RENTING THIS PLACE YOU ASS” you yell as you try to hit her but her reflexes are faster than you. The lady quickly grabs the bat from you, throwing it somewhere in the kitchen but what she doesn’t expect you to do is bite her back. 

“ OWWWWWWWWWWW” 

Your smile fades quickly when the intruder quickly pins you to the kitchen floor preventing you from moving or biting her again. 

“ Who the fuck are you and why are you even in my house” She asks you

“ Someone posted this place on a realtor site to rent and he’s been renting it to me for the past 6 months,” you explain,” can you let me go now, I promise not to bite you again I swear”. 

“ Just cause I might have abandoned this place 40 years ago doesn’t mean some stupid man can come and rent it to some random person,” she tells you. 

“ Does this mean I need to find another place to live?” You say after a bit of silence which makes the woman giggle. She felt bad that you didn’t know this was her home but it had been years since she had shared her place with anyone besides her ex partner. 

“ If you give me whoever rented this place from you I might let you stay,” she pauses a bit ,” whatever your name is “. 

“ Y/n and no totally will do that, he kind of gave me the ick when he was showing me places too. Like he recommended me this house in New Jersey but the vibe was off so I said no then he was flirting with me way too-“ the mystery woman covers your mouth to prevent you from yapping anymore.

“ Gonna visit this man right away in the morning y/n, he sounds terrible,” and she leaves you to head to the other bedroom,”

“ Wait what’s your name ?” 

“ Rio,” she pauses dramatically ,” Rio Vidal, have a goodnight babe”. 

________________________

After the weird encounter with Rio, she had left around 9am to go talk with Anthony the realtor, not telling you anything else besides a bye. Left you with the cottage for most of the day to finish some emails for work, clean up the mess from late in the night and even make a chicken soup for Rio, or at least for you if she didn’t eat meat. Just as a thank you for not kicking her. 

“ Get Norm the email about next month’s projection sales,” you read around to nobody inside, wondering when she’d come back. 

She’s a grown ass woman who looks like she can easily defend herself. There’s no need to worry where she might be going. Rio has known you for less than half a day I doubt she’s gonna tell you her whereabouts. 

“ God that man is such a crybaby,” Rio announces as you hear the door open, pushing the relief away when she comes towards the kitchen to the smell of chicken soup. It smelled really good, she forgot how it was to not be the only person in this home or at least have someone even cooking at all. 

Rio sees you in the kitchen, trying your very best to act chill around. 

“ Here’s this back, I took care of Bob for you, “ she casually tells you as she goes towards the stove to serve herself some soup. 

“ What do you mean ‘ take care of bob ‘ Rio? “ 

“ Don’t worry about it babe” and when you look in the bad you find a large amount of money. 

“ All your rent money from the past couple of months from that fucking idiot” rio explains , you were gonna ask either way. 

“ so does this mean you’re kicking me out ? I can pay rent don’t worry or if not I can try to find another place to move to since this is your house and all”. 

Rio thinks about it. On one hand , she’s had this house for hundreds of years so there’s no need for you to pay rent. But on the other hand, you really didn’t know that this was her house so it would be rude to expect you to leave so soon. 

You were a little cute after all so this could work in her way if she wanted. 

“ I’ll let you stay on one condition,” you nod, too afraid to say anything due to her very serious demeanor. 

“ Keep doing what you’ve been doing around the place, don’t disturb me when I’m in my room and when I need a favor you do it,” she states. Should be simple enough for you to follow. 

“ You got it pretty ?” 

“ Yes “ 

“ Yes what ? “ 

“ Yes Ma’am?” You say more as a question than a statement. 

“ Good job honey” she coos, paying close attention to the way that you blushed a bit being called the pet name. 

————

“ What the fuck are you even doing up at 7am?” 

“ Good morning to you too princess,” she says as you walk into the kitchen, your slumber being interrupted by whatever she was doing inside. 8am was enough time for you to get ready for work, especially since you do remote work for the most part. 

It’s only been a day since Rio had let you stay and to stay the change was a bit weird for you was an understatement. 

Both of you have mostly been lightly joking with each other half of the time, maybe a bit of flirting to be honest but she’s pretty cute. Doesn’t help that she’s always calling you all these pet names. 

“ Breakfast is on the table babe,” you see a perfectly set plate on the table for you,” based on what you had stocked up in the fridge”.

“ Thank you Rio,”. 

“ No problem hot stuff” she says in the sweetest tone, leaving you alone in the kitchen to question what she might have planned.

———————

One week living with Rio and so far, she’s been wonderful as a roommate. Helps with dishes when you make dinner, keeps the living room spotless, a little loud at night but nothing you can’t handle. 

For a Saturday night, Rio was unsure why you decided to spend it at home and not out like most humans would do. 

“ Reading a book and enjoying some wine ? Boring “, Rio announces as she walks into the living room in her casual fit. Choosing to wear an oversized t shirt of hers and simple pair of shorts. 

“ It’s too far for me to go out rio,” you tell the woman sitting next to you, not bothering to tell her to move. It felt kind of nice to have the other woman sit next to you and not just a pillow of yours like most of the time. 

“ Awe someone as pretty as you doesn’t ever go out?” She coos. 

“ Not when it’s again, way too far to travel to a bar,” you repeat to her and before you can even get a sip of your wine she grabs it out of your hand. 

“ What the fuck ?” You yell back at her and before you can grab it back the woman in front of you chugs it. 

“ We need something stronger babe,” she tells you as she finishes the last of the drink with no shame,” follow me “. 

You don’t say anything when she grabs your hand, leading you to the one room in the cottage that she forbid you to going into, her room. 

Even before she had shown up back to her place, Bob had told you the room could not be unlocked and the windows were covered to anyone passing by and you felt weird about trying to unlock it yourself. When Rio had shown backup you never even got a peek at the inside of her room either so you were a bit excited to see what it was like. 

Was it just her room ? What colors did she choose? Is it decorated all nice or a bit of a mess ?  Did she have anyone in it before you were ? 

Wait, you guys are just roommates you can’t be thinking about that way about Rio at all. 

“ Close your eyes I can’t have you knowing how to open my room door can we princess???” She teases you. God you were not gonna survive this. 

A couple of seconds later you hear the door click open, Rio grabs your hand to lead you into her room and moves you a bit so you can stand in the middle of it. 

“ Open those pretty eyes for me,” you give yourself a couple of seconds to adjust to the light in the room to see the woman. Of course the wall are in her signature green color, a nice dark green to compliment the rest of the room. Paintings you assumed she made herself in the spare time, a mini fridge with what you assumed is where the alcohol she was talking about and a nice queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

“ Your’re the first person that I’ve had in here since my ex by the way y/n,” she starts off, pointing at the bed for you to sit in,” Your room was a guest room we’d use for our friends and this was our room. “ 

“ What happened to your ex ? “ you as casually and Rio makes a face at your question. 

“ Wait fuck I didn’t meant to intrude I am so-“ 

“ Baby it’s all good with me,” she assures you,” we broke up after ten years together because she wanted to explore other option in the world or whatever she fucking meant by that”. Least you know she’s single. 

“ Last time I heard about her, she was living in some town with her current girlfriend and their two cats. Which good for her I guess, I mean she was never the committed type when we were together, all I say is good fucking luck to her current gal or whatever,” she mumbles the last part while looking for a specific alcohol bottle for the two of you. The atmosphere room was pleaseant, Rio must have worked a lot on the room to make it as comfy as she could. 

“ You have any ex’s you wanna talk about y/n ? We only know the basics things about each other” Rio questions after finding the specific bottle of alcohol she was hiding for special occasions. She quickly finds her way onto her bed, placing herself on the right side of where you were sitting, as always leaving no space between the two of you. 

“ How strong is that bottle of alcohol in your hand?” You ask and rio smiles. 

This was gonna be fun. 

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“ You did not fucking steal Lilia’s jewelry from her cause she accidentally stole some of your food ?” You laugh as she tells the story. 

“ She was being petty with me for a tiny thing I did when we were living together y/n, and all I did was just give her a piece of her medicine is all” she shrugs then takes a big swig of the bottle infant of you both. It had been three hours since Rio had let you in her room and the both of you were talking about whatever as a way to get to know each other. An hour into this hangout session or whatever you both want to call it, rio had suggested you both cuddle with each other and in your tipsy mind you decided why it. 

On the inside, Rio appeared to you as quiet, funny and a little bit mysterious if you had to be honest with yourself. What you didn’t know was that she had been internally been freaking out since she found you here in the cottage. She felt bad kicking you out but it had been a couple of years since she’s had anyone here since Agatha. Rio hadn’t had anyone in the house since then and even if she did for a one night stand, she’d use the guest room to do it and not her own bedroom, making up all sorts of excuses as to why she didn’t have anyone in her own bedroom when she knew the real reason. 

She was afraid. 

Agatha had been her first relationship all those years ago when they met in Salem, built this house together from the ground up, shared so many happy memories together here then decided she wanted to leave Rio because she wanted to do more than just stay in Salem. She was other that woman but her insecurities got the best of her and she hasn’t had a meaningful relationship since. 

“ I don’t know how that would could fucking leave you when you look so fucking hot,” you blurt out of nowhere which takes Rio out of her thoughts. Well, at least she knows that you feel the same way. 

“ You think I’m hot ? “ Rio asks quietly enough for you to hear. 

“ The mysterious demeanor of yours, the hot ass outfit you had when you got here, and not to mention when I first met you in not to good circumstances you kind of made me blush so much” you explain while rubbing her arm. Her mind was going places as you were cuddling up next to her, yapping about how hot she was and then casually rubbing her arm as well.

Both of you were drunk and she wanted to test the waters and see how much she can get out of you, no harming trying to get any information out of you. 

“ How about you come sit on top of me while we talk then princess? “ She asks with a bit of a smile. 

You don’t think about it too much, Rio guiding you on her lap so you don’t accidentally do anything. 

“ Rio did I ever tell you that you look super nice from this angle , like really nice,” you giggle. It’s been years since anyone has said anything nice about her and she’ stumped with how to respond.

“ Can say the same thing about you sweet thing ,” the woman under you says in the most cool way, only eliciting a giggle from you and a confused face from her. 

“ Did you forget to flirt Rio? for a witch who’s been alive longer than I have , you sure don’t know how to flirt with someone when the opportunity arises, “ you say in a joking manner to the older woman. 

“ I might not know how to flirt but there is something else I can do babe,” she teases. 

“ Oh and what’s that honey?” You ask in a sweet tone. 

In an instant, Rio quickly changes positions so that she’s on top of you, pinning your arms above your head so that you don’t do anything with your hands. 

“ You look super pretty under me princess,” she holds your chin in place with one hand while other hand is still pinning you into the mattress, not that you’re complaining or anything. 

“ Just fucking kiss me Vidal,” you beg and you feel the other woman’s lips on yours in an instant. She forgot how good it felt to be in bed with someone she actually had some sort of attraction to. She can’t handle the way that you whine into the kiss, wondering what other pretty noises she can get out of you. 

“ God do you know how many times I fucked myself in this bed baby? We’ve barely known each other but your’re something special baby,” she tells you as she starts to kiss your neck, no shame in leaving marks all over your neck for anyone to see. The sound of your moans and whines while she marks your neck, Rio feeling you grind into her body to set any sort of friction and the feeling of her hands roaming your body make you never want to leave her bed anytime soon. 

“ Take this thing off of your body baby,” she says helping you get up,” I wanna see all of you”. You chose the right night to not wear a bra because the moment she sees that you had nothing underneath your shirt, Rio is on your tits. Sucking on your left nipple while tasting your other nipple with no mercy. 

“ Be good for your mistress while I suck on these titties babe,” she orders,” then maybe I’ll fuck you with my fingers, or you can grind on my thigh so I can see you fall apart above me”. 

“ Fingers! Please! I’ll be good for your mistress” you whine under her touch, you would let Rio let you do anything to you if it meant being pleasured by her . 

“ Good choice baby,” She says happily, her right hands going into your sleep shorts to feel just how wet you were for her. 

Still got it, she thinks to herself.

“ I didn’t even do much to you baby and your pussy is soaked,” she smirks and you moan as she continues to tease you. It won’t take long for you to cum with Rio teasing your pussy combined with her dirty talk. Rio wastes no time in taking off your shorts and underwear before she inserts two fingers into your wet pussy, groaning at the way her fingers go in easily. 

“ Maybe next time we do this you can let Mistress eat this pussy,” she says and you let out a long moan,” god just the way your finger are taking me just makes me want to make you cum over and over again”. 

It doesn’t take long for you to go over the edge with her fingers going at a fast pace, Rio taking in the sight before her. Praising you as she helps you down from your high, no shame in tasting yourself on her fingers, excited for the text time she might actually be able to taste the real thing from the source. 

“Brain feels floaty Rio ,” you mumble to the other woman as she brings you a bottle of water and a small rag to clean you off. You take the bottle with no arguments as she cleans you up. Rio helps you up a bit to help you into your shirt again, internally giggling as how cute you look at her. Looking at her like she was the only person on earth. She felt happy to be seen like that from someone after years of being alone. 

“ How you doing baby?” She asks and you mumble as she pulls you closer to her body. 

“ Fine,” you yawn ,” sleepy”. 

“ Okay baby,” she chuckles,” We can talk tomorrow about us”. 

“ I’d love that Rio,” you say before you fall asleep in her arms and Rio falls asleep not long after with a big smile on her face.

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Synthetic heartbeats | part 2 - @armpirate ✴ | robot!san x inventor!reader (COMPLETED)

After loneliness has hit you, you decided to create a companion through an AI project you had left pending after failing with it. SAN is a new technology robot, able cover up your needs before they were obvious, giving you the fake human support you were looking for. Although, maybe that human support isn't as fake as you thought and SAN is able to cover up more needs than you could ever think of...

In The Quiet Spaces | Of Wanting - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | boyfriend to husband!san (COMPLETED)

a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❄

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Roommate - @s4nniebe4r | enemies to lovers au, forced proximity (ONGOING)

a mutual friend suggests you and choi san, of all people live together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ceilings | Part 2 | Part 3 - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | parent au, pe teacher!san x (not so) single mom!reader (COMPLETED)

your kid is finally ready to go to school, and you're spiraling. thankfully, you find friendship with your kid's teacher and she becomes determined to become your best friend. simultaneously, she tries to set you up with the cute pe teacher, but you know him from somewhere deep within your past. can the truth come out without jeopardizing your future? 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's You - @minisugakoobies ✴ | best friends brother!san (ONGOING)

He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

Virtues And Dices | Silent Night, Unholy Night - @outlawinthisworld ✴ | christmas au, childhood friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)

Wooyoung gifted you a set of Naughty Dice at your group’s annual Christmas party, which your childhood best friend and long-time crush, San, found intriguing…

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Too Sweet - @yoongiseesawmp3 | model!san x designer!reader

it's love at first sight when you see san. he's perfect...for your runway show! he's the top model right now, and everyone wants him. you want him a little more, but we'll unpack that later. can you get the it boy into your collection?

U Got It Bad - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | baseball player!san x reporter!reader

you've been covering your local team for years. the players, the coaches, everybody knows you. except for newbie choi san. he just joined the team, but he knows you from somewhere...maybe the bar last night?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Last Of The Real Ones - @k-hotchoisan ✴ | villain!san x hero!reader kinda

you awaken from a three centuries slumber, sealing yourself after being almost sacrificed to be the next heavenly offering, your memories barely intact, and now you realise the world is almost completely destroyed. You have no choice but to find out what happened.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sweet, Sweet Revenge - @hwallazia ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

you give san a taste of his own medicine, taking the lead and setting the tone yourself.

Overwhelmed By Instinct - @domm1etae ✴ | a/b/o au, alpha!san x omega!reader

Have you ever imagined a needy, desperate alpha in rut, so overwhelmed by pleasure that they pass out while their omega rides them? Their omega, still eagerly bouncing on their cock, only realizes their adorable, pathetic alpha has blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Help - @tsukisrants ✴ | strangers to lovers au

you’re tired of your ex trying to control your life, and as you’re once again faced with him, you know you’ll have to rely on yourself to make it. but… things don’t go as planned, and for once, someone steps in, and helps you. instead of going home, you decide to give the stranger a chance at making your night memorable. and fuck, he does.

The Last Straw - @vent-stink | boyfriend!san

After getting into an argument with your friend, you can't help but feel the weight of everything else falling on you and San doesn't know what to do to help.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Leave The Window Open - @sungbeam | neighbours to lovers au, cat dad!san

turns out your upstairs neighbor has a cat who adores climbing through your window — oh, and said neighbor is also fine as hell.

Dolce And Gabbana - @kitten4sannie ✴ | idol!san x guest!reader

san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

Kitten Fever - @kitten4sannie ✴ | hybrid!au, parent!au, cat hybrid husband!san

after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

Middle Of The Night - @kitten4sannie ✴ | boyfriend!san

these days, san can never seem to get a good night’s rest, that is, until he’s able to completely unload himself inside his pretty little girlfriend. good thing you‘re laying right next to him.

Gold Rush - @kitten4sannie ✴ | western au, cowboy husband!san

san strikes gold, in more ways than one.

Last Christmas - @kitten4sannie ✴ | exes to lovers au

during a winter getaway with your friends, you end up having to come face to face with choi san, the man who broke your heart in two just last christmas.

Wooyoung's sister - @hotteokyu ✴ | enemies to lovers, idol!san x wooyoungs twin!reader

Your brother's career would be over if not for his pretty substitute. You can sing, dance, and make a perfect impression of Wooyoung, so you accept his plea. You have your own reasons, of course. It's about time you meet the man thirsting for your innocent brother and put him in his place. You hate people like him. Choi San.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Depths Of The Ocean - @joong-of-gold | single parent au, office au, single parent!san x office worker!reader

the ceo of your company doesn't seem to have a warm bone in his body, constantly strutting around the office with an unnecessary aura of authority. however, the facade falls away when you discover he has a daughter, and you delve into the depths of his true personality.

With A Touch Of Sweetness - @atxxzist | regular!san x barista!reader

working at a cafe, you have to deal with a certain customer with dimples who always like his iced coffee extra sweet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sugarplum - @itstheghostofmypast | husband!san x bakery owner!reader

So he loved HIS ROLLS HUH?!

A Goodfella's Moondance - @itstheghostofmypast | mafia!au

He waited for her to waltz into his arms, and she did. He felt her jitter and shiver under his touch, much like how he did the same on her love. He had found someone to love and cherish, someone who kept his fragile morality in check, someone who he could call a lover, a wife, a weakness.

14:00 - @itstheghostofmypast | corporate worker/husband!san

He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Cuteness Clad In Silk - @xaer1s ✴ | boyfriend!san

san was always a calm and collected guy, not riling himself up easily but this simple change you made tonight, unexpectedly -especially for him- had him feeling a bit too excited.

Rock & A Hard Place - @bombuni ✴ | slight dubcon, roommate!san

your roommate lends a helping hand.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honey, Baby - @i-like-loserz ✴ | sub husband!san

san needs your attention

Mommy & Daddy - @i-like-loserz ✴ | boyfriend!san x tipsy!reader

you come home from a girl's night out feeling extra needy for your boyfriend

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sensitive - @ateezscupid ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

All you were doing was giving your boyfriend head scratches. You didn't expect him to completely fold under your touch.

Obsessed - @hwallazia ✴ | boyfriend!san

just virgin!san eating u out for the first time <3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepy Adoration - @solaris-amethyst | boyfriend!san

You're getting ready for bed and your boyfriend refuses to go to bed without you despite the fact that he can barely keep his eyes open.

It's You - @xomakara ✴ | actor!san x publicist!reader

You're a publicist secretly in love with your famous client, San, but his manager thinks you should cook up a story about him and his co-star to generate buzz for their upcoming movie. This involves arranging dates and photo ops for the two of them, but you can't help but notice he seems more interested in you.

Roadtrips - @enhanextdoor | proposal au

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

A Burning Passion - @k-zuzulibrary | strangers to lovers au, boxer!san x med student!reader

an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Devotion - @cheolism-archive ✴ | rebel!san x gang leader!reader

after a year of fighting in a rebellion, san was tired of battle. like an angel, a goddess, you offered him peace. 

Just You - @wwooyology ✴ | roommate au, enemies to lovers au

he was just your annoying roommate that you just couldn't wait to get away from. all of his late night rendezvous started to get under your skin so you just avoided him like the plague. that was until you needed his help getting to class and of course he wanted something in return.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Little Too Late, A Little Too Drunk - @dae-chwiita | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

You keep ignoring San and his drunk self can't handle it.

Primal Instinct - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | werewolf au, werewolf!san x human!reader

when you decide to confront San after days of him avoiding you, unknowingly step into the lair of a werewolf in rut, you ignite a night of uncontrollable desire and primal intensity.

Kalla - @armpirate ✴ | hotel owner!san

The calla lily has a fair amount of symbols related to it. And the owner of the hotel you were sent to work to chose to use the hidden lustful, sexy and sensual meaning of it.

With Love For You - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | husband!san

you’ve been married to choi san since you were young, and you love him wholly and completely, but you also need to discover and understand your own sexuality. san is nothing if not supportive, and as a couple you hire an escort to help you explore those desires.

Apt For Two - @i-like-loserz ✴ | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

San's Sweet Touch - @brownsugarbaybee ✴

Lovers Lane - @shinestarhwaa | parent au, husband/dad!san

Sweat And Sweet Kisses - @wonbinini | boyfriend!san

Climbing A Mountain - @shinestarhwaa ✴ | sexworker!san

Riding San For The First Time - @starmatzz ✴

Morning Warmth - @st4rlvr

At The Alter - @st4rlvr

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Notice Me (literally) [ series masterlist ]

The dorm’s bulletin board is supposed to be for normal things—club ads, lost keys, tutoring offers. In reality, it’s a chaotic mix of passive-aggressive complaints, bizarre requests, and way too many badly designed flyers. Somewhere in the mess, connections are made, misunderstandings spiral, and romance sparks.

Seven stories. Seven different ways to accidentally catch feelings. All thanks to a glorified corkboard. taglist here

1. Mark Lee

Mark Lee thinks he’s the next big indie artist. You think he’s the reason you have eye bags. After weeks of listening to his 3 AM guitar sessions through your ceiling, you finally snap and put up a very direct complaint on the bulletin board. He, of course, does not take the hint. Now you have to march up there and personally make him stop—except it turns out Mark might actually be kind of… fun? Annoying, but fun.

Read here !

2. Huang Renjun

Renjun is very specific about his roommate ad: must be clean, quiet, and preferably not insane. He expects a responsible and disciplined guy to respond. Instead, it’s you—desperate, sleep-deprived, and begging to be let in because your current roommate situation is a waking nightmare. Renjun wants to say no, but for some reason, he doesn’t. Too bad he’s about to learn that you come with just as much chaos as the last one.

3. Lee Jeno

Jeno did not sign up to be a cat dad. He left his window open, and now he has a cat. The issue? He’s allergic. In a moment of desperation, he puts up a “co-parent wanted” notice on the bulletin board. You, an avid cat lover with way too much free time, volunteer. Now you and Jeno are stuck in a weird custody arrangement over a very spoiled cat, and somehow, it’s starting to feel a little too domestic.

4. Lee Donghyuck

Donghyuck puts up a note offering to clean dorm rooms for cash—because, apparently, years of surviving Renjun’s impossible cleaning standards have turned him into some kind of neat freak. You hire him out of desperation, expecting a quick fix, but instead, he turns up regularly, making himself very comfortable in your space. Somewhere between his dumb jokes and the way he always seems to know when you need a distraction, you realize your dorm isn’t the only thing that’s a mess.

5. Na Jaemin

The dorms are hosting a door decorating contest, and Jaemin is way too competitive about it. You, unfortunately, live next door and refuse to be outdone. What starts as some casual decorating quickly turns into a full-on battle involving bribery, sabotage, and a very illegal amount of glitter. The rivalry is intense—until someone suggests teaming up. Worst idea ever. Or maybe the best.

6. Zhong Chenle

Chenle finds an old love letter in the dorm printer trash and does the most logical thing: threatens to read it aloud at Movie Night unless the owner steps forward. The problem? It’s your friend’s letter, and they immediately beg you to pretend it’s yours. Now you’re fake confessing to Chenle in front of the entire dorm, and instead of being freaked out, he just seems amused. And suspiciously into it.

7. Park Jisung

Every night, without fail, you wrap up your study session and head to the dorm kitchen—only to be greeted by the unmistakable scent of burnt toast and the haunting sight of a charred bread corpse abandoned in the toaster. After weeks of suffering, you finally snap and leave an extremely passive-aggressive note on the bulletin board demanding that the culprit cleans up their act. Then one night, you finally catch him—Park Jisung, frozen mid-toast like a deer in headlights. Turns out, he’s just really bad at using a toaster. Against all logic, you decide to help him. Big mistake. Because now he keeps showing up, asking dumb questions, burning more bread, and somehow, making your very responsible life just a little more complicated.

[slattlicker]

Girlie, I NEED a part 2 of Garden Variety

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * garden variety, another bite ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: more thursdays pass by. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

part two of garden variety — please eat responsibly.

﹒₊✦ a/n: to the lovely soul who asked for seconds—thank you for planting that seed. i had way too much fun letting it grow into this. hope you’re hungry (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

warning: mutual pining, wet sundresses, spoon-related breakdowns, and one hoodie that may or may not change the course of a man’s life.

p.s. should we let part three get steamier...? just asking for... purposes of good intent <3

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he rushes back in and almost forgets the ratatouille is still on low heat.

“shit—”

it’s fine. mostly. a little crisp on the edges. rustic, he tells himself. artisanal.

he plates two servings, sets the table, even finds a candle and lights it like a lunatic. immediately regrets it. blows it out. relights it. leaves it.

and then you’re knocking.

he answers too fast. again.

you’re in that oversized sweater, sleeves half-covering your hands, with a baguette tucked under one arm and a grin on your face that nearly takes him out.

“told you i had bread,” you say, lifting it like a prize.

“you weren’t kidding.”

“i never kid about carbs.”

you follow him inside, humming approvingly at the smell, and he’s suddenly very aware of how much effort he tried to make it all look casual. how the lighting’s too dim, bordering on dark, because he wanted it “moody.” how the leather chairs squeak when you shift in them. how he lit a candle and now the place smells like basil and bergamot, which might be a weird combo. also, there's still a tomato stain on his shirt—

“wow,” you breathe, leaning over the table. “you really went for it.”

“yeah, well. seemed fair. you grow the stuff, i figure the least i can do is try not to ruin it.”

you both sit. dig in.

and it’s... good.

you moan a little after the first bite—moan—and he has to grip his fork like a lifeline.

“okay, hold on,” you say between bites, “this is actually incredible. what did you do?”

“uh,” he says. “followed a French mouse’s advice and winged it.”

you laugh. he’s never loved a sound more.

for a while, it’s easy. food, wine (cheap wine,, he wasn't prepared), conversation about your garden, his weird neighbor with the windchimes, the time you accidentally grew way too many cucumbers and tried to give them away black market style. he tells you about the time he set off the fire alarm making toast. you tell him that tracks.

and then—

somewhere between second helpings and licking the spoon clean, he decides he’s gonna say something.

he's gonna do something.

maybe brush your hand. maybe say your eyes look like sunlight through pickle jars or some other dumb metaphor he’s half-drafted in his brain.

he clears his throat. shifts closer.

“hey,” he starts. “i’ve been thinking—”

but the words fall off a cliff when you glance up, licking tomato sauce from your thumb, looking so casual and gorgeous he loses the plot completely.

“…thinking?”

you tilt your head.

he panics.

“that i might try zucchini next week. like—grilled. or fried. or something.”

there is a long, long pause.

“…zucchini.”

“yeah.”

you nod, slowly. “big thoughts.”

“huge,” he says, dying inside.

but you just smile. sip your wine. “well, let me know if you want a taste tester.”

and you stay another hour.

you help him wash dishes. you steal the last piece of bread. you leave smelling like herbs and laughter.

and when the door closes behind you, he thunks his head against it.

“…zucchini?” he whispers to himself, full of shame and longing.

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the next thursday, you bring zucchini.

he handles it like it’s a live grenade.

“thought you might wanna make that grilled or fried zucchini you mentioned,” you say, breezy as ever, but there’s a little gleam in your eye. like maybe you remember the awkward stammering, the zucchini deflection, the nearly something that almost happened at dinner.

he pretends he doesn’t.

"right,” he says, voice cracking like a teenager. “yeah. perfect.”

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by the week after that, he’s bought a garlic press.

a garlic press.

and a new cookbook. and some little ramekins he’ll probably never use but they looked impressive in the cart.

you bring radishes that week. he makes a salad he hates but eats anyway while you rave about how crisp they are. he thinks your smile is crisp. and bright. and so stupidly pretty he forgets to chew.

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the week after that, he tries to time it just right.

he cleans the house before you show up. runs a hand through his hair. checks the mirror.

and when you knock—he opens the door casual, like he hasn’t been waiting by it for seven minutes.

you hand him a bundle of beets and chard. handwritten note attached:

“highly underappreciated vegetables for a highly underappreciated chef.”

he wants to frame it. instead, he says, “chard, huh?” like an idiot.

but you laugh. and linger. and sip the iced tea he offers through an amused smile.

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by the fourth thursday, you’re in his kitchen again—bare legs, soft voice, the scent of fresh-cut basil trailing behind you like a trap.

he’s trying to act normal. calm. like your presence isn’t short-circuiting every neuron in his brain.

you rinse your hands at the sink and glance over your shoulder. “want me to chop these?”

“uh—yeah. sure,” he says, clearing his throat twice. “if you want.”

you move to the cutting board and pick up the knife, but before you start, you pause. tilt your head. “actually… show me how you do it.”

he freezes. “me?”

you nod. “yeah. hands-on demonstration.”

he swears his pulse is audible.

you look so relaxed. so close. and without a second thought, you lift the knife gently on the handle.

“here. guide me,” you say softly.

he steps behind you.

slow. careful.

his chest almost touches your back. he hovers for a breath. then sets his hands over yours—one large, calloused palm at a time. your fingers twitch slightly under his.

“like this?” he asks, voice quieter now. unsteady.

“mm,” you murmur. “feels right.”

his heart clatters in his chest like a plastic plate. spinning, spinning, spinning.

you let him move your hands—back and forth, a slow, rocking rhythm. basil gives under the blade. the scent is rich, sharp. his palms stay pressed to yours, steady, warm, and shaking just barely.

your head tilts, just a little, brushing under his chin.

he smells vanilla and peach shampoo. his eyes flutter seeing the minimal distance between you and him, how easily he could rest his head on your soft hair.

you lean back slightly, unintentionally, and he flinches like he’s been zapped.

“too close?” you ask, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“no,” he says, too fast. “no, not—uh. it’s fine. good. i’m good.”

you smile, gentle. “you sure?”

he nods. doesn’t let go of your knife-wielding hands. you turn your head just enough to catch his face.

and yeah. he’s flushed. practically glowing red. eyes wide, lips parted. completely and utterly undone by the feel of your hands under his and your back against his chest.

you don’t say anything.

you just smile—soft, like you’re letting him keep his dignity—and go back to chopping like you don't know what you're doing to him.

like you’re not pressed against his chest. like your hands aren’t under his. like his pulse isn’t hammering loud enough to echo off the goddamn stovetop.

he tries to focus. tries to breathe.

but then you laugh—low and casual and dangerous—and he knows he’s done for.

"you're being so quiet, schlatt," you murmur, tilting your head slightly, just enough to glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “concentrating hard, huh?”

his hands tense over yours. “trying not to cut off a finger.”

"mm. wise."

you guide the knife through the last strip of mint, let the rhythm slow, then set it down. you reach for the cutting board, brushing past his ribs, and that’s the moment he finally steps back—just enough to stop hovering. you wipe your hands on a dish towel and hop back up on the counter, easy and graceful.

“you sure you're good?” you ask again, eyes twinkling.

“i’m—” he clears his throat. “yeah.”

a beat.

then, softly:

“i like cooking with you.”

you blink. just once. then that grin softens, stretches into something slower, warmer.

“me too.”

he turns back to the stove, trying to hide his face. tries to tell himself it’s fine. normal. casual. except nothing about you ever feels casual.

✧✧✧

it’s raining.

not just a drizzle—pouring. thunder rolling like god’s got something to prove.

he’s sure you won’t come. he wouldn’t blame you. it’s ridiculous out. but still—he keeps glancing at the window.

just in case.

and then—

a knock.

he opens the door and—

“holy shit,” he breathes. “are you...?”

“fine,” you say quickly, eyes wide. “i’m fine. it just—the storm—came out of nowhere.”

your dress is soaked. your hair’s half undone. water drips down your neck, slides along your collarbone, pools in the weave of the basket you’re hugging like a lifeline.

he can’t breathe.

you laugh a little, wet and sheepish. “i look like a wet cat.”

“you look beautiful.”

you blink at him, stunned. he blinks at himself, stunned.

you weren’t supposed to hear that.

you weren’t supposed to show up like this, looking like every dream he’s ever had and every instinct he’s ever had to protect.

you shift, like you’re thinking about leaving, so he moves—steps back, holds the door wider.

“get in here.”

you do.

and now you’re dripping on his floor, standing in the middle of his kitchen, shivering a little, arms around yourself. your mascara’s smudged. your shoes are off. and your knees are pink from the cold.

he disappears for a second, then comes back with a towel. big. soft. already warm from the dryer.

you blink again, surprised.

“you knew i’d still come?”

“i just...i hoped.”

he holds it out. you take it. wrap it around yourself like armor.

“sorry,” you say quietly. “i wanted to look nice.”

he looks at you for a long moment.

and then, quietly—“you do.”

you let out a breath. shaky. relieved.

“even with mascara halfway down my face like...some sort of raccoon?”

“especially then.”

your laugh comes out watery. “charmer.”

and maybe it’s the storm, maybe it’s the silence, maybe it’s the way he hasn’t stopped thinking about your mouth since that first damn basket of tomatoes—

but he takes a step closer.

you don’t move. but you look up at him with the towel around your shoulders, tilting your head slightly. you swallow nervously.

“i like thursdays,” you say softly.

his heart thumps so loud he’s sure you hear it.

“me too.”

and then—god, you look so hopeful, like you want something but you’re not sure if you can ask for it.

so he asks for you instead.

“can i kiss you?”

you nod. "...please."

and everything snaps into place.

it’s rain-slick and warm-palmed and holy. it’s his thumb brushing your cheek, his other hand still holding the edge of the towel wrapped around your shoulders. it’s your lips parting under his, soft and unsure and perfect.

it’s your nose bumping his, your hands curling into his shirt, your breath catching like you can’t quite believe it.

he could live here. right here. in this moment. in this kiss.

the rain hammers the roof, thunder grumbles low and long, but all he hears is your breath and his blood and the way you whisper his name.

and when you pull back, blinking like you forgot where you were—

he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.

“hi,” you whisper, dazed.

he grins.

“hi.”

your forehead rests lightly against his, and you sigh. soft. content. like the chaos outside has nothing on what just passed between you.

but then you shiver.

he feels it—feels you flinch, just barely, against his chest—and pulls back, brow furrowing.

“you’re freezing.”

“‘m fine,” you protest, though your lips are a little blue. “just need to warm up.”

“yeah. no shit.” he peels the damp towel off your shoulders and frowns. “you’re soaked through.”

you look down at yourself, wet dress clinging to your skin. “okay. yeah. this was a bad plan.”

“it was a great plan,” he mutters, already tugging open a drawer for clean dishtowels. “best thursday of my life. but you’re gonna get hypothermia in that thing.”

you giggle, teeth chattering.

“come on.” he tosses a towel over your hair. “hoodie’s in the laundry basket in my room. grab it. socks, too, if you want.”

you blink. “you want me to go through your laundry?”

“it’s clean,” he says, mock-offended. “probably. just—pick whatever you want. i’ll warm up dinner.”

you pause. tilt your head. “what if i come back in your hoodie and nothing else?”

he stares.

you blink, innocent.

his ears go red.

he clears his throat. “then, uh... dinner’s gonna burn.”

you grin. “worth it?”

he opens his mouth. closes it. runs a hand through his hair like that’ll help him think straight.

and then, from the hallway:

“you got boxers or should i just wear the hoodie like a dress?”

the wooden spoon clatters to the floor.

he turns off the stove, slinging a towel over his shoulder like he’s going to war. well...just down his hallway.

“...wear whatever gets you back out here fastest.”

and then he’s gone, down the hall after you, muttering something that sounds a lot like a prayer and a curse and “i’m so screwed” all at once.

[jjanuaryrain]

More DPxDC, the backstory of how Danny gets to Gotham

A story is slowly coming together in my head but I'm not sure how all the pieces fit yet. Dunno if everything I've posted will go into the same story but I'm just enjoying writing it for now. More under the cut!

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Danny was no stranger to unfortunate circumstances. It could be said that his life was just a series of unfortunate circumstances, actually, each slotted one after the other. This wasn’t much different. Just another piece in the long line of toppling dominoes that was his afterlife.

“Take the reading again,” Tucker demanded in his ear, voice crackly and strained through the Fenton Tech earpiece.

“He’s redone it three times now, Tucker, it’s not going to change just because–” That was Sam’s annoyed drawl from beside him, but she was cut off by Tucker’s insistent voice.

“You have to be doing it wrong. Take it again.”

Danny let his head fall back in frustration where he was hanging weightless in the air over Salem State University, but he didn’t bother arguing. If he didn’t do what Tucker asked, the dude was liable to catch a flight all the way out to Salem to do the damn readings himself. That, or program a drone to do it for him. Both of which were equally undesirable, given what happened the last time Tucker loosed an unidentified aircraft into US airspace. (A half-exploded drone and visit from Homeland Security, that’s what.)

Instead, Danny picked his head back up and dutifully punched the commands into the Foley Ectometer for the 4th time. He waited for the beeps and clicks to stop then checked the reading.

“…It’s still coming through as a 3.6, Tuck. I really don’t think Salem is a viable option.”

“Bullshit, it’s not a viable option!” His friend seethed on the other end of the line. The sounds of furious typing started up again and Danny felt the distinct urge to find a wall to slam his head against. Sam had just gotten him to knock it off. “Salem is the most haunted city in the US outside of Amity based on every metric out there! If that place doesn’t hit a 5, nowhere will.”

Well, wasn’t that just lovely news. Even Salem, Massachusetts didn’t have enough ambient ectoplasm to hit the minimum 5/10 rating, just like the half dozen other cities they’d tested. If Danny wanted to survive longer than a few weeks outside of Amity Park, he’d need to find somewhere that rated at least that. Otherwise, he’d have to spend just as much time in the Realms as he did in the land of the living. Which was not an option at the moment. Not an option at all.

“We could try Gettysburg again,” Danny suggested, once again twirling upside down in the air, but it sounded weak even to his ears. Tucker only replied with a disgusted scoff. He was still clacking away, but Danny knew it was fruitless. Danny had flown to and tested every city in America that Tucker’s ecto-seeking algorithm had come back with. So far, the highest they’d hit was an 8.1 in Pennsylvania… which had actually turned out to be a 1.8 that Danny had read upside down on accident. So Salem was their next best option, but it still fell devastatingly flat.

“Guys, it’s okay, really,” Danny tried. He floated lower toward the green space at the center of Salem’s campus and wound himself invisibly around the branches of a tree. He rested his head on one of the strong boughs and watched as a bird preened its feathers not 2 feet from his face. “I don’t need to go to college outside of Amity. I’m sure an online program will be just as–”

“Oh knock it off, Danny,” Jazz interrupted. She’d been quiet on the call so far, but Danny could occasionally hear her scribbling down notes in the background. Ever since she’d gone off to college, she couldn’t help but treat every situation as a learning experience. And notes were integral to Jazz’s learning. “I don’t care if I have to haunt the city myself – you will be attending a good, four-year college with a strong astronomy program outside of Amity Park. End of discussion.”

Yeah, right. Danny only just stopped himself from laughing in her face. ‘Outside of Amity’ was already a huge ask, but with Danny’s grades and his limited options? Asking for a ‘good four-year college’ and ‘strong astronomy program’ might as well be the same as asking for Superman himself to descend from the heavens and kiss him on the mouth.

Danny knew better than to voice that opinion to Jazz of all people, though. He could only sit through so many lectures on ‘keeping optimistic’ and ‘maintaining a positive view of the future’ before he lost it. So instead, he settled for a non-committal grunt and poked idly at a bit of fungus growing on the trunk of the tree.

“Tucker, what else have you found?” Jazz prompted when Danny didn’t say anything else.

“Well… It’s- I mean, it’s not looking good, guys,” Tuck’s tinny voice said. “We’ve burned through Savannah, St. Augustine, Portland, San Antonio. Hell, we even tried Chicago.”

Danny wrinkled his nose. Staying in Illinois wasn’t ideal, but he’d have taken it if it meant he could get out of Amity Park. That city, despite being his home, his Haunt, was going to be the death of him. And there weren’t enough ‘I’m already dead’ jokes in the world that could soften that.

“Okay,” Jazz hummed thoughtfully, ever the pragmatist. “Then what’s next?”

“That’s just it,” Tucker said with a sigh. “At this point… I don’t think there is a next.”

Well. Great.

Danny thunked his head against the trunk of the tree. When they’d started this search, he’d told himself in no uncertain terms that he would not be getting his hopes up, that this was a pipe dream at best. But somewhere along the line he’d let himself be lulled into a false sense of security by the surety his friends and sister had that there’d be some solution. Maybe not college, maybe not even outside of Illinois, but somewhere he could escape to.

Apparently not. If Tucker couldn’t find Danny somewhere suitable to live, Danny didn’t know someone who could.

The line was silent. Even Tucker’s clacking had stopped, and Danny suddenly wished he’d start up again, just to fill the silence.

Ancients, was it really so bad? Staying in Amity? He had a life there – or an afterlife, at least. He had friends, too, until they went off to college themselves. He had ghosts to chase and frenemies to brawl and his parents. Well, kind of. His parents were…

Danny sighed and relaxed the part of him that kept him solid on the branches of the tree. Tangibility sloughed off of him like dead skin and he sank through the tree toward the ground. If two of the smartest people in his life couldn’t figure out how to get him out, Danny really was starting to believe it was hopeless.

He was just about to let himself sink fully into the ground and let the dark earth envelop him when the earpiece crackled back to life.

“Y’know,” Sam said speculatively, “there is one place you haven’t tested yet.”

Danny paused his slow descent into the ground, chin just peeking out of the dirt.

“What do you mean?”

“Weeeeelll,” she said slowly, drawing the word out. “It’s not the most ideal, but-”

“Sam,” Jazz cut in sharply. “You’re not suggesting where I think you are, are you?”

“What?” She asked defensively. “It’s, like, the only place guaranteed to have level 5 amounts of ambient ecto outside of Amity. It kinda seems like his only option.”

Danny perked up at that. Another city? With enough ecto for him to survive off of that Tuck and Jazz hadn’t thought of? Or maybe they had, but had decided it wasn’t a good fit. Danny pulled his body back out of the ground and settled on the grass, lifting a hand to press his comm further into his ear.

“What are you talking about, Sam? Where?”

“Sam,” Tucker echoed Jazz tentatively. “I don’t think…”

“I’m talking about Gotham.”

Silence. Did she just say…

“Gotham?” Danny repeated. He couldn’t have heard her right. She wanted him to move to Gotham? The Dread City? The Joker’s Playground? Home of the Bat? She couldn’t be serious… Right?

“Yep,” Sam said, popping her P. And shit, okay. Gotham. “Gotham U has an astronomy program and everything. And I bet we could score you a free ride, knowing the Waynes. They love a charity case.”

“Jeez, Sam,” Tucker hissed. “Blunt much?” Danny could practically hear her returning shrug.

“What, am I wrong? It’s not like Danny’s stupid, or anything, but all this ghost shit has seriously tanked his grades. With a little sob story here and a push from my parents there, though, I’m sure he’d be admitted in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, but…” Tucker started weakly. “It’s Gotham. Like, Gotham Gotham. Y’know, Most Deadly City on Earth?”

“I know what it’s called, Tuck.”

“I just mean-”

“I’ve been there a few times on my parents’ stupid gala circuit, remember?” Sam interrupted impatiently. “It’s a rough ass city to be sure, but we’ve dealt with worse. Danny’ll be fine.”

“It is more than just a ‘rough ass city,’ Sam!” That was Jazz. “We are not sending him into that lion’s den! We’ll find him somewhere safe and normal where he can–”

“Danny won’t survive somewhere safe and normal,” Sam shot back. It sounded like she was leaning into Tucker’s microphone. “That’s the whole point of this stupid ecto hunt! We have to find somewhere fucked up enough that he can live without relying on the Realms.”

“Then we’ll find somewhere! Just not a city that’s known for how dangerous and unlivable it is. I refuse to get Danny out of the frying pan just to throw him right back into a fire!”

Sam scoffed. “Really, Jazz? You think Amity isn’t the fire? You think he’s any safer staying in that house?”

Danny cringed and the line went silent for a moment.

“Look, I know it’s been really bad recently,” Jazz started, but Tucker cut her off.

“You kinda don’t, though.”

“...What?”

“Like, I know we’ve been updating you and everything, but it’s different. Being here.”

“What do you mean? Different how?”

“Tuck…” Danny protested weakly. His best friend ignored him.

“I mean, your parents have always been odd, sure. But like, manageably odd, y’know? But when Phantom broke the portal…” Danny winced, rubbing his neck. “I don’t know. They kinda lost it. And now they just seem…” The line was quiet for a moment as Tucker searched for the word.

“Unwell,” Sam supplied. Her tone was grave. Tucker hummed in agreement. “Seriously, Jazz. He needs out of there.”

“I… Danny? Is that true?”

“It’s…” Danny started, but quickly trailed off. What was there to say? The last few months since he’d wrecked the portal had been… rough. He hadn’t thought it possible, but in recent weeks his parents had become even more radical. Their hate for Phantom had reached vitriolic levels, to the point that they seemed incapable of thinking about anything else. Forget eating, forget researching, forget Danny. The only thing that mattered anymore was hunting down the ghost that wrecked their life’s work.

Danny never wanted to learn what would happen if they learned that that ghost slept in the room next door.

“...not great,” is what Danny eventually settled on.

The line was silent in the wake of that non answer.

Danny flopped back on the lush March grass and stared up at the cloudless sky spanning above him. If he focused, he thought he could make out Venus burning through the blue. There were no other stars to be seen at this time of day.

“You really think Gotham would have enough ecto for me?” Danny asked into the void. He scratched absently at his neck and the gently writhing lichtenberg scars there. Sure, he’d heard horror stories of the atrocities that went on in Gotham, but Amity Park had literally been dragged into hell not a month ago. If he was gonna move somewhere that even had a chance at being as haunted as Amity, Gotham probably was it.

There was an icy spark behind his ribs at the thought of moving there, and he rubbed at his chest. No one willingly moved to Gotham.

“I mean, if you’re worried about the levels of ecto,” Sam said eventually, much quieter, “why not go check? New Jersey is just down the coast from Massachusetts, isn’t it?”

It was. And that was… not a terrible suggestion. Get a reading, see if it was worth it to spend the time wrapping his mind around the idea that moving to Gotham was a good idea. See if it was worth getting his hopes up again.

“I mean, you could make it there before dark if you left now,” Tucker added, picking up his typing once more. “Crime reports are down 68% during the day. You wouldn’t even be visible to cameras, especially if you stay invisible. They don’t have that type of tech there.”

Well. That kind of decided it then, didn’t it?

The cold spark behind his ribs burned a little brighter.

“Alright,” Danny said, drifting back up into the sky. There was an itching tug at his core, and he drifted toward where it led him toward the south. “I’ll head there now, then. I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Danny,” Jazz said again, quiet but intense. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I know you don’t Jazz,” he said as gently as he could. The chill was increasing in strength as he picked up speed and raced for the border to Rhode Island. “But… If it’s my ticket out of Amity?” Ancients, the words felt almost giddy in his mouth. Out of Amity Park. How long had he been dreaming of that? “I have to take it. Don’t you think?”

The line was silent for a long time - long enough that Danny was nearly to the border by the time Jazz replied.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. Just… be safe, okay?”

“Of course I will,” he promised. But even then, when everything was still okay, the words rang hollow and untrue.

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Ectoplasm made a different sound than water did when it hit the ground, Danny was learning. The endless drip, drip, drip was different from the sound a leaky faucet made. It was thicker and more robust; more like a plop than a plink. The sound of it was driving him mad. It was also the one of the only things tethering him to sanity.

Danny had long since given up trying to reconcile the dualities of this place. Time passed in a hazy-quick blur, yet seconds dragged on for hours; his body pulsed with life, yet they cut him open as if he were dead; he had no mouth, yet he was always, always screaming.

Hah. A reference. Good one.

Those little thoughts helped him keep hold of his sanity, too. Little snatches of memories from his life before… this. A mindless reference here, the fleeting thought of someone’s face there. All of it grounded him, no matter how slight. So what if he couldn’t remember what he was referencing or who he was seeing? All that mattered was he’d held onto enough of himself to do so in the first place.

The plop, plop, plop of his ectoplasm on the floor slowed to a stop. He would have groaned with relief if he had any capability to do so. The muzzle affixed to his jaw and over the bridge of his nose assured that he did not. He shifted slightly in his restraints upon the cold surgical table.

Tonight’s the night, he thought sluggishly. The doctors had left minutes ago, and unlike the past few weeks, Danny had clung desperately to consciousness in their absence. The researchers had used to work in shifts so that someone was dissecting working on him at all times, but they’d recently pared down to a single team that required breaks to eat and sleep. He didn’t care enough to wonder why. He just knew it gave him a sliver of a chance.

That was all he needed.

The increase in rest Danny had been afforded these past few weeks hadn’t left him unaffected. Rather, he was brimming with an amount of energy he hadn’t felt in months. He felt fully lucid and aware for the first time in Ancients know how long, and he wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste. No, he’d waited and waited for all those extra hours of rest to start to add up and now… Now it was time for his patience to pay off.

Danny stared up at the ceiling for a long moment. If this didn’t work, he’d have to wait another few weeks to work up the energy again. He closed his eyes and centered his breathing. Then, with an internal cry, Danny wrenched his transformation from the depths of his shrunken, emaciated core.

It felt like he was rending himself in two, like he was being torn apart from within and born anew. Twin beams of light reflected against the sterile white ceiling, and all at once the transformation took hold. All at once, Danny was shoved back into his aching, all-too-human body and left panting on the icy metal. It was the most glorious feeling in the world.

It took so little effort to squeeze his hands out of his ecto-resistant restraints, to roll off the side of the table and collapse on the floor with a dull thud. The pain of the impact rocked through him, but he didn’t have the mind to care. Tears leaked out of his eyes, once again clear liquid instead of neon ectoplasm, and his chest shook with hysterical, silent sobs.

He was human again. He- He was a person, just like he’d insisted and sobbed for hours upon first arriving here. A fact that the doctors had ignored in favor of muzzling his cries so they could carry on with their experiments in peace.

At the thought, Danny hoisted himself into a sitting position and scrabbled, half feral, at the latch that kept the mask affixed to his face. His fingers were stiff and ineffectual from being broken and pinned down into uselessness long ago, however, and nothing he did could make the wretched thing budge.

Danny dropped his head into his hands and cried.

His tears dripped through his fingers and into the rapidly diminishing puddle of ectoplasm he was sitting in. His body was already trying to sluggishly heal itself using that which had bled off him a few scant hours ago, and before long he was sitting on dry ground. He sniffed and looked up.

Alright, it was time to go. Sitting around wallowing wouldn’t get him anywhere. What he needed to do was get out. The recouping of his ectoplasm along with the extra rest he’d been stockpiling meant he was still reeling with unprecedented energy. He was well aware a good amount of it was adrenaline, but that just meant he had to work quickly.

Danny pushed himself to his feet. He tilted precariously before he managed to right himself with one hand on the cold surgical table. So cold, even with his ectoplasm leaking all over it. He stumbled over to the wall that controlled the Ghost Shield, to the glowing button that had ruled his life for the past uncountable days.

With feral glee, he slammed his human fist into it. The apparatus gave an electronic whine, and then the green glow dulled to gray and the Ghost Shield surrounding the lab fizzled out of existence.

Danny had never felt such relief.Alarms blared to life, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered, except the bliss that was transforming into his ghost form without any expectation of pain, without any fear. He was free. Without a backward glance, Danny hauled up his intangibility and rocketed through the ceiling of the lab and into the open expanse of the night sky.

[gayofthefae]

This scene is wild. He doesn't notice her exhaustion, says he wants to use her powers, then, to top it all off, when Dustin and Lucas leave him alone with her, he looks back at her then where they left irritated to be there

Craziest part? This is the last scene before their first kiss. It is actually the direct reason they have it.

Dustin and Lucas leave him alone with El and he asks her to the Snow Ball and kisses her. But do not be fooled, he is not in any way taking advantage of the opportunity of being alone with her.

As we know, he only brings up the Snow Ball after being prompted by her confusion. The intended conversation is about how he's happy that soon she will be able to live normally, with a bed and food. And even on the topic of the Snow Ball, he does not have intention to kiss her. He does it out of visible exhaustion at explaining it as a substitution for defining romantic feelings.

He did not want to be alone with her, preferring to go after Will and even looking a bit upset with Lucas and Dustin for leaving him with her. When left alone with her, he struck up a conversation about her living situation without no intended segue to romance before becoming avoidant to questions about romance and kissing her essentially to end the conversation.

He became her friend in season 3. He loved her starting when she got back and he actually got to know her - the her that teases and jokes and likes comic books and says bitchin'.

In season 1, he was impressed by her, he appreciated her understanding in a time when he needed it, and he was grateful for her help in finding Will. Here, she was not using her powers so he was not impressed, he was not in need of her comfort, and most of all, being with her was actively barring him from going after Will. So he resented it.

He loves her now. But in season 1, she provided a service he was eternally grateful for. That is never more clear than here: when she is not providing it.

As is always a version of this question that gives us our every answer:

He loves her when she's helping him find Will. But does he love her or that she's helping him find Will? The only way to know? What does he do when choosing between the two.

In season 2, we see this with Dart. He does not care and is more neutrally curious about Dart, if a little grossed out, like the others...until Will expresses distress over him. Then he hates him. But we only know this because in episode 4, when given the choice to tend to Will's distress or find Dart, he goes to Will.

Similarly, here, he meets El. He cares to ensure her safety, but it does need to be with him. He says outright that once his mom has helped them get her somewhere safe, he will go back out in search of Will. He also explains directly to Lucas that he kept her around because she knew Will. And then we have this moment: El or Will.

In seasons 1, he seemed in love with her because El and Will were a single choice. But when they weren't, he was exasperated to not be able to choose Will.

In season 2, it is mostly sidelined so harder to notice, but he chooses Will. In season 2 episode 3, he thinks she's right outside the door but doesn't find her. What does he do next? Pursue her? No. He goes to find Will and stays with him for the rest of the week and stops calling her. "353 days" is less romantic when you consider that it had been around 357 by now.

And, of course, in season 4, see him do the most interesting of all. After a day of seemingly choosing El - a year, really, including the previous season - he reveals that it had been surface level. He stops looking for El. He is the one who stops walking to fight with Will about their issues.

His priorities are clear if you look. Progressively, you need to look less and less. But they have always been there.

And in season 1, he didn't love El. He loved Will through her.

[grapejuice32]

Fight For Us : Part 2

Fight for us series here reader x undecided

warnings: brief mention of a toxic family

In which you and Rafe have been together for years until one day you catch him cheating on you. He begs you not to leave him and so you tell him that he needs to fight for you and your relationship. Upon leaving him you have nowhere to stay but with The Pogues, their lifestyle shows you what your life can be and it leads you realise that maybe you don't love Rafe the way you used to anymore, prompting you to wonder if he's even worth forgiving.

The solitude of your hotel room was meant to do you good, was meant to give you time to think and process what had happened between you and Rafe, to help you come to terms with what he had done with you. You had expected to feel some sort of clarity or to have some peace of mind, but all you felt was lost. The love of your life, had been cheating on you for four months, with another woman, a beautiful one at that. He could breathe with her, that's what he said, that you were too stressful, that the relation ship was a lot of work. But what if that wasn't his only reason, what if he had grown bored of you, what if he didn't find you as attractive as he used to? But he still wanted you, he told you he still loved you, that he didn't want to lose you. But what if he was trying to spare your feelings? What if you weren't good enough for him anymore?

The few days alone had pushed you into a further state of distress than you had originally been in, and usually you'd go to Rafe to find solace in him, but you knew that would only throw you into a deeper sense of duress. Most of your friends were Rafe's friends, Topper always had your back, but it didn't feel like you could go to him for this, not when he was probably busy trying to reel Rafe in and get him somewhat back on track. You hadn't expected to feel so isolated, you weren't sure where to go, you couldn't really even go home, your relationship with your family was an odd one and was admittedly rather toxic, it wasn't an environment you wanted to voluntarily throw throw yourself back into. It left you with only one group on your mind, you had friends in The Pogues, or in Sarah and Pope, at least. The others were too busy judging you for your choices in a boyfriend, not that you could blame them, especially not now.

That was how you found yourself walking up the drive to their surf shop upon returning from the mainland, your small bag thrown over your shoulder, carrying only the that you'd picked up. You tentatively entered the shop, pleased to find Sarah stood at the counter, her face lighting up but carrying an equally confused look upon seeing you approach, your eyes slightly swollen from the years you'd shed over the past few days. "Hi," your voice was soft, and smaller than Sarah thought she'd ever heard it, she gave you a kind and sympathetic smile, news travelled fast in the Outer Banks, "do you um, do you maybe have somewhere for me to stay?"

"Oh my god, yeah of course," she instantly nodded, "I'll have to go and talk to the others about it and check, but I'll make it work. Just, just wait here, okay?"

She was quick to leave the surf shop, leaving you leaning on against the counter as you took in the contents of the shop, you weren't sure how long you were waiting there before Sarah came back, but when she did, it was with a smile on her face, "Yeah, you're welcome to stay. You'll have to take the couch though, we haven't got anything else."

Despite any negative feelings that The Pogues may or may not have held towards you, they welcomed you with open arms. The next few of days introduced to a new way of living, it was so laid back and yet everyday felt full and well spent, whether you'd been surfing at the beach, manning the surf or bait shop, or just relaxing while smoking and drinking beers, you'd never felt more fulfilled. But you couldn't deny that you missed Rafe, it was a week after you'd started staying at 'Poguelandia' as the house had been named, that you were all sat around a bonfire and the topic of what happened between you and Rafe got brought up. You had only sighed and stared into the fire, "I still love him, I know it's stupid, but I do. And it's not over between us, just, we're just taking time apart, to work things out, you know?"

From the corner of you eye you could see the looks they all sent to each other at your words, it was Kie who spoke up first, "Has he even tried to contact you since you left?" You bit your lip and remained silent for a moment, because honestly, yes he had, well for the first day and a half anyway, the messages had all consisted of things like, 'baby, please, I'm sorry' or 'come back and we can work this out'. But after a couple of days he just...gave up, well the was until an hour or so ago when he messaged you again, it had read, 'Seriously, you're a Pogue now? You're being childish, come see me so we can work this out like adults.' The news about where you were staying had obviously spread, so in response to Kie, you just shook your head, "Not really."

For a while after that, it was just the sound of the burning wood crackling before you began speaking, sill not lifting your head to meet any of their eyes, "I knew something was up, but I just, I thought it was stress or that he just wanted some space, we had only been living together for a few months before he started acting weird. I just thought maybe he wanted more time to hand out with other people, I didn't think that-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, "but then the way he was acting started to affect everything, even down to, you know. That's when I started catching on, that maybe there was someone else, but I di-I didn't think he'd be having an affair." You paused again to take a sip from your beer, "But now, now I can't help but wonder if there were others, before her."

"Maybe you should talk to him, or like, one of his friends?" Sarah, suggested and you nodded, glancing up at her and taking in the pitiful look in her eyes. So you pulled out your phone and messaged Topper, he was quick to respond, as he always was.

You : who is she?

T : her name's Sofia, she works at the bar at the club.

You : did you know about them?

T : no, I'd have told you if I did.

You : have there been others?

T : I don't know, you'll have to ask him.

You : thanks, T.

So you took his advice and messaged Rafe, asking him to meet you for lunch tomorrow, to which he agreed quickly, telling you to meet him at the club at 12. It wasn't long after that, that you all started clearing off to bed, Sarah and John B the first to go, their hands all over each other. You were the last to go, following shortly after JJ. It took you a while to sleep, tossing and turning on the couch as your stomach clenched with nerves for seeing Rafe the following day. After an hour of sleeplessness you groaned and walked into the kitchen to get a drink, huffing when you looked at the time on your phone, it read 2:24am. "Can't sleep?" came JJ's voice all of a sudden, taking you completely off guard and causing you to nearly drop your glass.

"No, you?" You turned to face him, taking in his appearance, tousled hair and only in boxers. "Nah," he shook his head, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest, "thought you'd be asleep by now though, you looked tired earlier. Something on your mind?"

"Um," you cleared your throat, copying his movements and crossing your arms over your own chest, conscious of the fact that you were wearing no bra under your shirt, "I'm meeting Rafe for lunch, and I just, I'm just anxious about it is all."

You watched him nod, the moon shining through the window highlighting his jawline, "Yeah, well he's an asshole so, if it goes south give a call, aight? One of us will come and get you."

His gaze on you was gentle, and you smiled, "Thanks, it means a lot." But he shook his head in dismissal, "Don't mention it," he pushed off of the counter and started to leave the kitchen to head back upstairs, "try and get some sleep."

You finished your water, leaving the glass beside the sink as you heard his steps retreat, silently you made your way back to the couch and rubbed your hands over your face, able to fall asleep now with nothing but the kindness of the group who'd welcomed you with open arms on your mind.

part 3

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HIIII HI DONT DO THIS DAD DRIVES ME CRAZY AND THE NEWEST UPDATE !!! THE KISS!!! THE LITTLE KISS!!! IT SHALL BE LIVING IN MY BRAIN FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS

and I have some questions if u dont mind!!!

do they still have rumble’s body? how are they keeping it?? they need it for the process, dont they?

also does soundwave ever go to shockwave to consult about the project? how many other people know about what hes doing?

HI DEAR ANON IM CACKLIG AND RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER. BRAINROT BLASTS YOU

1. yes they have rumble’s body! as for how they’ve been preserving it…idk sci fi pickle jar or something. they currently have him stashed somewhere where no one else can find him. haha rumble pickle

2. so far only ravage and megatron know! ravage clocked what they were trying to do IMMEDIATELY and she’s the one who carried the news to megatron. in this AU ravage is soundwave’s mentor figure and she’s extremely in tune to his mentality, and while she and megatron both have faith in soundwave to steer off this path he’s going down, they’re very worried.

as for shockwave, it has definitely occurred to soundwave to ask him for guidance with all the scientific lunacy going down, but in the end the two of them are too bitterly at odds to ever see eye to eye. shockwave doesn’t see the logic behind what they’re trying to do, and soundwave refuses to let anyone else have a hand in his work when he and frenzy have hinged so much on it. it is simply too personal, you see, and he will never trust his boys around someone who has no concept of love.

while the two of them are content to maintain their relationship out of professional courtesy, neither wish to be involved in the other's business.