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meanbossart · 3 months ago

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LORE ASK COMPILATION: "Still not banging Halsin, Squid Games, Sun King, Failing at love quizzes, Bottoms, Tops, and Cats" Edition

He didn't, Halsin wasnt around for act 3, too busy healing land and saving ghost children or something!

THANK YOU/I'M SORRY, I'm surprised there isn't more Bhaalist Dark Urge/Spawn Astarion stuff out there. Don't get me wrong, I love a good evil power couple, but who can resist the good ol'heartbreak of a vicious unending cycle brought on by your own senselessness!

That wasn't something I was interested in previously just because acquiring the slayer form isn't part of his canon, but I've been looking at enough fromsoft games' monster designs that I might be a little inspired to try LOL

Also I am just a fan of the canon design and never before thought it needed altering. But I'll let it cook ;)

God damn it.

DU drow was VERY antagonizing towards the emperor since the moment he dropped the facade, which made the attempt ESPECIALLY hilarious - that poor guy is so, so lonely.

I don't recall the exact wording in-game, but once the emperor took his shiny squid pecs out and shot his shot, DU drow recoiled and called him disgusting. After having the visions of Stelmane forced upon him to make whatever baffling point the emperor was trying to make, DU drow smugly asserted that he had finally let the mask slip and their very terrible date ended with the Emperor enforcing their reluctant need for one another, for the time being.

In-prose, that would honestly be pretty much it. DU drow would have reacted with absolute revulsion at the prospect of being hit on by a mindflayer, and taken the Emperor's (miscalculated) moment of lashed-out vulnerability as a win - as proof that he was exactly as duplicitous as he always assumed the Emperor to be.

I can assure everyone that I am as entertained by the thought as the rest of you and it is in the cards for future art, I just have... So many prompts... I have at least 5 different mini-comics I want to make, BESIDES singular pieces, BESIDES the fanfic... I wish I had more time and more hands.

But DU drow's unlikely semi-success as a parental figure is hilarious to me. I think about it constantly.

I haven't entertained that thought much because its antithetical to DU drow's character. Whether "good" or evil, he wouldn't allow Astarion to ascend because of his fear of no longer being needed and his reluctance to watch his partner be consumed by out-sourced power and changed into something he despises. Realistically, in a world where Astarion is allowed to ascend they could only break up and inevitably kill each other soon after.

That said, I am fascinated by the Sun King and the implications that path has for his character. So far that is an arc that I can only really see Astarion taking on alone, though - that might change in the future, might not. We'll see!

IF I CAN MAKE IT NOT ENTIRELY MISERABLE, I JUST MIGHT.

He got 2 out of 3 questions wrong - which is to say he was way too honest and Astarion didn't like that.

Except for the "when is he the happiest" question, which he correctly answered with "when he's neck deep in gore".

This is not even a lore-embelishment, this is actually how that scene went for me and I cackled about it for ages.

He would love to get tied up for old-times' sake. I doubt he knows much about fancy knots but Astarion might (though I might be in a minority that doubts his enforced "sex life" was actually that interesting at all.)

Thank you so much!

You are mostly correct. Bhaalist drow, both pre and post tadpole would be much more keen on the idea of having people around who fulfill their every desire - EXCEPT for killing. That is a joy they take on for themselves.

"Canon" DU drow values his independence a lot, on the other hand. He's neutral on the idea of slavery (what a sentence) and wouldn't be opposed to temporary servicing, but the idea of having someone around waiting for orders doesn't attract him at all, or at least would get on his nerves quick. He much preffers to do things himself and makes sure that other people see how much he does not need assistance.

The answer is yes, basically LOL.

DU drow both adores and despises Sceleritas presence and he doesn't know why. It very much reflects the type of relationship they used to have prior to DU drow's memory loss, and it's one of those things that he has conflicting feelings about but not any context for them.

I sadly doubt that the boys would become parents during Shadowheart's lifetime (it's for the best, they have a lot of work to do before I would trust them not to drop a baby), but honestly she strikes me as really liking kids as long as she doesn't have to, well, have them LOL.

And thank you so much for enjoying them and humoring me!

I think it is less about bottoming-topping and more about enjoying a more submissive role during sex, as well as in other scenarios. He believes that giving control away is, in a way, a show of devotion that goes both ways - his own for the willingness to do so, and his partner's for not taking advantage of it despite his wanting them to do so.

With one-night-stands (which he occasionally had pre-tadpole) he would still bottom without any of the submissiveness. This is because he didn't have the capacity to understand what it was about bottoming that attracted him, and led him to feeling constantly unfulfilled and frustrated (he just isn't build for no-strings-attatched type of arrangements, lol.)

This means that he really could operate either way depending on the partner as long as he got that fix of docility, whether it be from the bottom or top.

I think of Astarion as being similarly versatile but leaning more in the opposite direction when it comes to power-dynamics - though it being less about dominance itself and more about being pampered and catered to - and, of course, getting to do what he wants. Though he's willing to try most things a partner is particularly enthusiastic for just to see how he feels about it.

That said with DU drow he does prefer to top for a plethora of reasons.

I didn't have this piece of lore thought-up at the time, but I should have made them look like the lady he lost his virginity to.

Him and Astarion were gobbling those things up until the emperor reveal, then they both quit it cold-turkey after DU drow stomped the astral-tadpole dead (and back then you didn't have to roll any dice to do it, because otherwise we would have weird veiny DU drow to deal with for sure because he would NOT have suceeded that save.)

DU drow's feelings towards animals is a constant in every iteration of his character. They are organic little pieces of art wandering about the world that act upon their own laws and regulations, ones which humanoids aren't privy to - except for when they intrude into that world through magic and try to understand it through their overly-complicated systems and concepts. If a cat made the temple it's home, it can stay.

#ask compilation #du drow and astarion #bg3 spoilers #du drow lore

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moonlit-imagines · 3 months ago

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Wade’s New Friend

Wade Wilson x reader

warnings:

a/n: 💕

prompt: anonymous: “I would like to request a story where teen!reader x Wade Wilson/Deadpool (platonically OFC). Where the reader was already in the ice box when Wade and Russel show up. Her powers are super dangerous (you can pick them) and all the prisoners just kinda leave her alone cus they’re low key scared of her. Anyway, maybe like Russel decides to talk to her, which leads to her and Wade talking, and he just thinks she’s a good kid.”

You sat quietly at your empty table in the cafeteria of the Ice Box—which, to an unsuspecting observer would look like you were just a lonely little kid who didn’t fit in with all the scary criminals you were surrounded by. Obviously, you were scared and miserable, keeping your head down and you picked apart your food with a plastic fork.

“Wonder what they’re in for.” Russell comments to Wade, who felt like he was in the same boat. Or at least wished he was since Russell was still sitting with him.

“Poor, poor kid. You know, Russ, you should go over there and make a friend. It’d be good for you on account of the fact you’re a little orphan boy. You probably have a lot in common.” Wade rambled endlessly until Russell felt pressure to get up and walk away, feeling maybe this was a chance to make a new friend. Soon after, you were disturbed at your table when an unfamiliar boy sat across from you.

"Hi!" Russell greeted with a surprisingly chipper attitude. "I'm Russell, just got here today." "Thats nice." You bluntly replied.

"And you are..?" He tried to ask politely.

"Y/N." Another short answer from you. You peered over at the horribly scarred man staring at you two from another table and thought it weird, possibly that they knew why you were here and were looking for some kind of alliance or something. "Why are you sitting with me?"

"I don't know, you looked lonely." He replied honestly. "You're the only other person my age, I thought we could be friends."

"'Friends' don't really happen here." You responded, poking at you food with your fork, you'd lost your appetite as you were disturbed by this uninvited guest at your otherwise empty table. "We're all the same, but very different. I want nothing to do with you or anyone else here." Before Russell could respond, you waved him away and saw the scarred man roll his eyes and look away. The young boy wandered back to his former table--obviously defeated--and soon after, his scarred friend was at your table instead.

"Really? Way to hurt the kid's feelings. What'd he do to you?" Wade asked, almost mockingly.

"You guys really can't take 'no' for an answer." You shoved you tray forward and stormed off, which would piss off most, but you put a smile on his face. "Well, Russ," Wade started when he returned, "I think we made a friend."

taglist: @locke-writes // @randomawesomeperson102 // @captainshazamerica // @dindjarinsspouse // @summersimmerus // @simp-legend // @nekoannie-chan // @groovy-lady // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

#wade wilson #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson x reader #deadpool #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool 2 #xmen #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

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jojikawa · 11 months ago

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The Princess and the Delinquent 🎀🖤

Highschool AU — Delinquent!Ryomen Sukuna, Popular!Reader, Little Brother Yuuji, is Mostly SFW apart from AU Sukuna being a horny young adult.

artist: yom

Delinquent!Ryomen who’s been staring at you every day since you’ve transferred to his school. His attraction towards you was nearly immediate. You were just so soft-looking and pretty.

Delinquent!Ryomen who tells himself that he will emotionally distance himself from you once he finds out you’re already taken but he fails miserably, settling for admiring you from afar.

Delinquent!Ryomen who learns that you had a nasty breakup with the guy and now you’re really heartbroken because you’ve been dating that guy since grade school.

Delinquent!Ryomen who begins messing with you during the classes the two of you have together. He sits behind you, tugging your hair if it’s long enough to go down your back, moving your chair more towards him with his foot and even getting bold enough to throw things at you like candy wrappers and small crumpled sticky notes.

Delinquent!Ryomen who scares off any guys that seem like they may be trying to pursue a relationship with you, leaving you wondering why no guys ever approach you after your break up.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you’re forced to partner up with because of your consistently high grades and his consistently low ones.

Delinquent!Ryomen who nicknames you princess when he experiences just how soft and frilly yet demanding you are when you try to get him to do his half of the work.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets in a fight and is almost expelled because he heard some guy in the locker room saying something vulgar about you. He doesn’t mention this to you at all to protect your feelings.

Delinquent!Ryomen who eventually opens up after your excessive help to keep his grades up. You end up tolerating him a lot more too which he is grateful for.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you actually find kinda cute once your heartbreak begins to subside.

Delinquent!Ryomen who leaves unsigned love letters in your locker, just to convince you that some sad lonely loser left them instead once you mention it to him:

You: “Ryomen…someone keeps putting these notes in my locker.”

Ryo: “I wonder who’s gonna tell that poor freak you’re not into him.”

You: “Well, I want to know because they’re actually kinda sweet.”

Ryo: “Wait, really?!”

Delinquent!Ryomen who kisses you in the hallway in front of everyone on Valentine’s Day because you felt sad and left out about not getting a present.

Delinquent!Ryomen who confesses his feelings shortly after.

Delinquent!Ryomen who is extremely surprised about you returning his feelings and kissing him back because why would a pretty princess like you want anything to do with him?

Delinquent!Ryomen who invites you to his house for homework after school where you meet his adorable kid brother, Yuuji. He was a sweet, curious toddler who immediately latched onto you the moment you got in the door.

Delinquent!Ryomen who you scold for bullying the poor child because he annoyed him.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets bored of homework so soon and pulls you into his bed with him instead. You sorta get the vibe that he’s sorta lonely and isolated because others find him scary.

Delinquent!Ryomen who makes you his security blanket, melting into your chest and falling asleep before you could even say anything about it.

Delinquent!Ryomen who randomly asks if you’re on birth control or not while he’s walking you home. He does not elaborate why but you sorta get it.

Delinquent!Ryomen who uses his bathroom break to peer into the windows of whatever class that the two of you don't share to stalk you. If you see him watching you then he smirks before waving at you and disappearing. If you don’t notice him, he will tap the window, alerting the entire class and earning himself detention.

Delinquent!Ryomen who gets you in trouble so that you can be stuck in detention with him.

🎀 — @ameliabs-world

#ryomen x reader #high school AU #sukuna x reader #I’ll die for you in secret #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Jjk #Ryomen Sukuna x reader #fluff #SFW #Safe for work #Ryomen Sukuna x you #Ryomen Sukuna x y/n

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thegoldencontracts · 5 months ago

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AITA For Benevolently Providing My Fellow Students With Study Guides?

I'm posting on a throwaway because I have caught my classmates (It is laughably easy, they love gathering in large spaces and 'whispering' loudly about their schemes) looking through my main account on multiple occasions in a search for blackmail, blathering about "freeing their friends" or "avenging their brother" and whatnot. I apologize in advance if you find my formatting or wording cumbersome.

You see, I(17M) greatly enjoy assisting poor, unfortunate souls with whatever they need. Now, I admit that I have partaken in some rather improper behavior in the past, but I have mended my ways. I fortunately know a fair amount about both magic and my fellow classmate's troubles, and I understand that you wish to laugh with the next part - I use my talents to assist the miserable, lonely, and depressed.

Recently, I have taken to assisting my fellow students who are struggling with their Final exams, in the form of study guide guaranteed to garner them a bare minimum of 90 (and if used with maximum efficiency, a perfect score) if they look over it even once.

However, as the landfolk say, "There's no such thing as a free lunch." I don't charge much for my study guides (entirely legitimate, for your information, designed for maximum efficiency and lawfulness by sifting through the past 100 years worth of test questions), in fact, in many cases, I don't charge anything at all. If they manage to earn a grade rewardable with School-provided merits, then, in fact, I shall reward them by not only waiving the fee, but also, by providing them study guides for the rest of their time at school.

However, if they fail to do so, I ask for compensation in the form of providing me some of their time. They were fully aware of this, in fact, I even gave them the chance to look through my (thaumaturgically binding) contracts for as long as they needed before signing.

Now, Finals have concluded recently, and the merits have been displayed. Now, some people are calling me "a cheat", making such audacious claims as "this is slavery" (it is not, they were compensated for their service and they don't have to be loyal to me for their whole lives) and "You guys should have believed me when I told you that brother-killer was bad news" (I have never killed anyone's brothers, I can assure you of this) and, personally, I don't think I'm the 'A', as reddit calls it.

However, my dorm-mate and employee, F, urged me to ask the internet, his reasoning being "It'd be funny" (his words, not mine) while slacking off of work - he had a shift scheduled, and then he seriously threatened to eat me when I scolded him, so I forced him to kneel until he learned his lesson. I then realized that he didn't have a shift scheduled for that day - he had it scheduled for the day *after* - and that I was apparently mildly delirious from not having slept for three days, so as compensation, I doubled his pay and offered him one wish of choice, which he used to tell me to make this post. For that reason, I humbly ask of you now: Am I in the wrong?

#tina rambles #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #shitpost #part two from yours truly #yet i posted this on the twst sub too lmaooo

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sparky-is-spiders · 1 year ago

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Alternatively Jon gives their statement to Gertrude when they begin working at the institute. She wouldn’t think much of it except that Elias has taken a personal interest in this random web-marked researcher, and you can never be too careful with the Web. Gertrude would kill him, except that she isn’t sure where Jon fits in his plans (no use getting her hands dirty and risking her own plans just to kill an entirely replaceable rando, especially if said rando can give her insight into Elias’ plans…) and so the old people start fighting over who gets to control Jon. Elias refuses to let him near the Archives, but Jon is curious and Gertrude keeps asking for “the nice young man from research” to help her (note: it takes a while for the Institute research team to connect these dots to Jon, who has never been described as nice or young, and who only sometimes describes themselves as a man (also I think Gertrude pulling her nice old lady act is funny)). She decides the best way to keep an eye on Jon is to gain their trust and respect (they are so obviously dying for an authoritative figure to tell him that they’re doing a good job that she doesn’t think this will be hard). Plus since Elias is trying to worm his way into a romantic relationship with Jon Gertrude figures it might be best to get there first, just in case Elias’ new toy can be used against him (it’ll also give her an excuse to spend more time with Jon in private/without any witnesses if she decides that it’s ultimately time for them to go).

Queue terrible unhealthy Jongertrude, where Gertrude deliberately isolates Jon from everyone (but especially Elias), works to make him dependent on her for validation and affection, and probably also doms him. It’s a lonely, miserable relationship (for Jon) but he had nobody else to turn to and she’s the closest thing he has to someone who might care about his wellbeing (even as he slowly comes to learn and accept that she really, really doesn’t). Possibly she also tricks him into signing an archival assistant contract (which makes Elias FURIOUS, but there’s not much he can do about it once the deed is done).

I think Jon should give his statement to Gertrude as a child and be so haunted by the nightmares it gives him that he seeks refuge in the Lonely. Like obviously he wouldn’t know what he was turning to (not until it was too late) but he should anyway. The awful watching figure he dreams of making him fear being seen, DESPISE being looked at completely, and make an already isolated and lonely child desperate to avoid other people and, well, Lonely. And as he gets older this would probably mix really badly with the gender dysphoria too, as well as worsening his aversion to eye contact.

And I think that’s when he’d notice the faint fog that’s always creeping around the edges of his vision.

#yeah anyway miserable shitty jongertrude lives in my head rent-free #Jon should be constantly beset by old people who want to isolate and use him #(also he/they jon! hell yeah!!)#diversity win the sacraficial lamb is bi ace and transmasc #god I love him so much #also please don’t take cartoon evil Gertrude from this?#she’s a nuanced and complex character and she is right to be concerned about Jon’s role in the Web/Elias’ plans #even though he’s being puppeted and manipulated I don’t think Gertrude cares about whether anything will be his fault #just about what he might be used to do and how/when he should be removed from the board (or if he can be useful for helping /her/ plans to #save the world)#I do think it’s important to keep in mind her motivations and the very real threats she is concerned with #I love her this is not a ‘Gertrude totally bad and evil’ AU #this is a ‘Gertrude doing bad things for very good reasons AU’#and a ‘Sparky makes Jon suffer for its entertainment’ AU #also I think old people trying to flirt their way into ruining Jon’s life for their own gain is always fun #anyway #jongertrude #lonely jon #jonelias #worried about the poor maintaggers who might see the original posy #*post #check the reblog for notes. and oh look:#OP is reblogging this with fucking JONGERTRUDE.#sorry guys my brain is full of worms. you haven’t even HEARD of my most bullshit old people x jon aus #(*cough* jonjurgen (yes you read that right) angsty S2 relationship *cough*)

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cinnamonest · 8 months ago

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Yan childe x teacher reader BUT the reader has a lover OMG I CAN'T-

//cucking + filming noncon, age gap, Ajax is an awful little bastard as usual

(also here's the original Delinquent!Childe x Teacher!Reader post, and the second sequel post)

Oh anon. Anon. I love this, but consider: take it a step further.

The poor boy finding out that his precious teacher he’s been fantasizing about fucking silly is MARRIED.

Typing away on her keyboard when his eyes drift and he stiffens up when he sees the ring he never noticed before. The pain. The horror. Devastated.

He’s never even met the guy, and yet he hates him so much. It’s not fair that he got to you first, just because he was born earlier than he was!

He’s probably not good enough for you. Some old guy who can’t rail you with the vigor and intensity that a young guy like himself can, probably can’t keep up with your drive either. You must be so frustrated and unsatisfied.

Now it feels so awful on his tongue to call you what he normally does. Miss _____, he says, and it feels like he’s spewing poison from his mouth, knowing it’s some other man’s name practically forced on you by dumb traditions and social standards (not that he wouldn’t do the same, but that’s different). It makes his chest hurt to hear it, the name feels like a constant reminder that some other man basically has laid claim to you, that the name marks you as belonging to someone who isn’t him.

He does some digging, finds everything he can on the guy, any online profiles or social accounts. Ugh. You deserve better. If it were him, he would just support you himself, you wouldn’t have to slave away doing paperwork all the time.

Even worse is the fact that the guy has a nice job — you know, the kind you need some higher degrees for, which he definitely won’t get seeing as his behavioral record is pretty much guaranteed to keep him out of any credible institution… still, you don’t need that much money to get by. Sure, he’ll never make that much (without getting into crime, at least, which isn’t an impossibility…), but still, he’s better for you.

It’s so much worse, though, when he stalks your accounts, sees pictures of the two of you together. Makes him feel sick to his stomach, you look happy and he doesn’t like that. He ends up having to close the window, unable to handle any further emotional damage.

He starts to pry, little by little. Can’t be too blatant, but he slips in a question every now and then — how you met, what you two do for fun, so on and so on. It makes his stomach churn to hear you talk about him, but he can’t refrain from continuing to ask, practically a compulsive urge.

God forbid you express any sort of discontentment. Even the slightest frustrated sigh, passive-aggressive comment in regards to the man, and so on, he perks up and zeros in. Oh, so you are unhappy. Typical unsatisfied wife that’s getting pent up from unmet needs and all that.

He’s very attentive to those complaints, the things you mutter under your breath and the implications of it all. He works too long and is never home (terrible, he would never leave you so lonely), he’s never helpful around the home (which wouldn’t be so much of an issue if you were home all the time and didn’t have work responsibilities), he suspiciously disappears sometimes for “work trips” or unexplained entirely (unforgiveable, your suspicions are well-founded, he’s definitely cheating and you shouldn’t forgive it).

Sometimes you sigh and shake your head — ah, sorry, I shouldn’t trouble someone your age with all this… but he assures you it’s fine… also he’s searched a list of local divorce attorneys, you know, if you consider that, which you should.

He’s not the best at being subtle or exercising restraint, so he can’t help but actually mention it out loud — life is short, better to divorce than stay in a miserable relationship! But you sigh and say it’s not that serious. He holds out on the hope that there’s an unspoken “yet” at the end of that, that eventually you’ll get fed up.

But you don’t. You keep tolerating it. It’s somewhat understandable, since divorces are difficult and messy, and you would need somewhere to stay and all that.

But getting one’s own place isn’t that hard. He would know, now — he’s actually been picking up odd jobs recently, all to get his own place. Hard to balance that with schoolwork, but he manages (and he’s in the absolute bottom-tier difficulty for courses anyway, with very little actual homework, and it’s not like he’s prepping for college like a lot of his peers). You’re very pleased with it, say you’re proud of him for being so dedicated and responsible, completely unaware that he only really has one intention for doing it all anyway.

He was planning to take that part slowly, ease his way there, but you push the limits of how much he can tolerate when he’s forced to meet the guy face-to-face. He’s just sitting there as per usual in your after-school sessions, talking a mile a minute as per usual, having a good day, completely unprepared for the psychological gut-punch he’s forced to experience when that same face he saw online comes walking right into your classroom. The sacred space that’s supposed to be just for you and him.

His soul is crushed when you get up to greet the guy all happily, practically ignoring him for several extended seconds before you gesture over to where he’s sitting and introduce each other — with himself as the student I’ve been tutoring, you know the one. The man nods, casts a single uncaring glance his direction.

Right. She mentioned you before.

The hell does that mean. He keeps the smile plastered to his face, but it’s twitchy. What did you say? Was it bad? No, you wouldn’t say anything bad about him… except maybe certain factual statements like the whole behavioral record thing, but he can accept that that’s his own fault.

Still, he doesn’t like the way the guy looks at him. A vague condescending, disdainful glance. Makes him curl his hands into fists and clench his jaw. If it weren’t for the whole “impulse management” thing you’ve been hammering into his head for months now, he might have outright attacked the guy.

It’s practically torture to sit there. You say something about how you’re going out for your anniversary, so he came to pick you up. Awful. Like you might as well have stabbed him. Not to mention it’s cutting into what’s supposed to be his time with you, and now he has to leave early.

So he’s forced to walk to the front doors with you both, listening to you talk all happily about where you’re going, while he’s forced to continue to pretend to be perfectly fine with it. Ugh.

You bid him goodbye, and he smiles and waves and walks the opposite way… and the moment you’re out of sight, he’s scowling and grinding his teeth and kicking rocks on the road all the way home, sulking like a petulant kid, imagining all the horrible ways he hopes your date goes terribly wrong.

It makes him seethe all night long, laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, nausea ruining any chance he had of sleeping. He can’t even go sulk around his parents with the hope of getting attention like he used to do when he was mad, now that he lives in this little apartment by himself.

How is he supposed to live under these conditions, no attention available on demand. You don’t even text him to see if he got home safe like you do sometimes. Probably too busy doing whatever with your husband who’s more important than he is. Hmph. His mind briefly flickers to wondering what you’re doing now that it’s later in the night, but the obvious realization only makes him feel ten times more sick. He doesn’t get any rest.

And the longer the night goes on, the more irritated he starts to feel, the misery and hurt begins to turn to bitterness and anger. He starts to feel like you probably know — no, you definitely do. And yet, you willingly tortured him like that. You've been so nice to him, giving him all that attention and affection, knowing you won't ever give him what he really wants and being totally fine with causing him so much pain. He's hurt, and more importantly, mad.

But he can't hate you… your husband, however, is a different story.

That guy kept his arm around your waist walking outside, rubbing it in his face like that. He’s certain that your husband must realize that he loves you (way more than said husband does, for the record), but that look of disdain — he doesn’t even see him as a threat, does he. Thinks that he’s not even proper competition. That much is painful. Bothersome. Annoying. Rage-inducing.

Well, he’s wrong.

That’s the thought that pushes him over the edge. He’s already had the idea in his head for a long time, he just kept bailing out every time he gathered the gall to go through with it, much to his own shame.

But clearly, continuing to be passive is not going to get him anywhere. Come to think of it, a few months ago, he would never have hesitated to go through with whatever impulse struck him, no matter how violent. It’s not like he hasn’t been expelled or arrested before.

He appreciates the time he’s spent with you, but he’s starting to think that all those little speeches about “self-control” and “thinking before you act” and all that have only really just made him docile and tame. How embarrassing.

A man should just take what he wants, right? Anything less is practically a blow to his pride.

He’s still not the brightest when it comes to formulating plans, but his rather straightforward plan ends up working. You actually agree to swing by when he says he has something to give you, something too big to carry to school himself, so he needs you to come pick it up with your car and all that. You must really trust him. Or you’re just naive, maybe, but he likes to think you trust him, however unwise that may be.

He worries that you might back out, but you show right up to his door. The motions from there are mechanical, putting his brain on a sort of autopilot mode in which he just goes through with it, without thinking too much, lest he hesitate, until you’re secured.

Grabbing you by the shoulder and jerking you inside, hand over your mouth, other arm around your waist and picking you up. It's a short distance to the bed (well, mattress on the floor), since it's just a studio apartment and all.

You being so weak makes it so much easier. He can technically tell you're struggling, but it barely feels like resistance, just weak squirming and thrashing that doesn't even loosen his grip in the slightest. You make cute little noises of surprise and confusion and fear, muffled by his hand over your mouth.

Sadly, he can't afford to have you attracting attention from the neighbors, so he's forced to keep you gagged, pulling your shirt over your head (to which your whimpers turn to full-fledged sounds of panic), and — after the brief moment where he has to detach his hand from your mouth, hearing you stammer out a wait, wait— balls it up and stuffs it into your mouth, quickly grabbing the duct tape (he, feeling very proud of himself for such clever forethought, thought to go ahead and tear some long strips off and stick the ends to the wall ahead of time), and placing it over your mouth, flipping you over onto your stomach.

You're so cute. You make the cutest little noises, your eyes get all teary, you squirm and whimper and try to pull yourself away, but he's got your wrists pinned behind your back with one hand, the other pulling your hips back. The cutest part by far has to be when you feel him jerk your skirt up, his cock pressing against your flesh and pushing inside of you, your squeals get louder and higher pitched and you struggle so hard, to no avail.

So mean, though, to pretend like you didn't see it coming. You know what you did. You led him on on purpose. Knowing full well the sort of things he's done to other people — beating his peers black and blue on impulsive whims, getting into fights because he felt like it, stealing stuff and vandalizing stuff and all those other things he knows you know he did, since it's all on his records… you willingly came all by yourself, in private, with someone like that, who you know full well is so much stronger than you are—

What did you fucking expect?

Up until then, the stream of words from his mouth are all amused and teasing and sadistic, but in those words, and the sharp jerking thrust accompanying them, you hear that underlying anger breaking through. You really hurt him, you know, by being married. He loves you so much, and you had to go and do that to me, he says, as if it was a retroactive choice, as if you should have predicted his presence in your life years in advance, as if you willfully did it to spite him years before you knew he existed.

Is it irrational? Sure… but it isn't going to change that he feels that way, and he’s mad and you can't do anything about it anyway, so he's going to keep blaming you for what you did wrong.

He keeps muttering about how stupid you are — for coming here so naively, for choosing your dumb fucking husband over him when he's so much better and loves you so much more, for all the little things you did to lure him in and make him want you so badly, for being so nice to him and having a body you should have known would make him want this so badly.

It's all your fault.

The words get more and more muffled and slurred as the movements get faster, harsher, you squeal with each thrust that makes the springs creak and the whole mattress itself move back and forth against the floor. He points out that you're leaking all over him, fluid drooling out of your hole and spilling onto his hips and thighs, satisfied by the shameful little whimper you make and the way you hang your head. You must not get fucked good enough at home, huh.

And then, he starts to slow down. There's a pause. You see him reach over, to where he tossed a few things that were on you when you came in onto the floor. Fishes something out of your purse.

You made a confused, panicked little sound when you notice he's holding your phone. Easily unlocked, whatever method you use — he holds it up to your face or forces your thumb to press against it, or, most alarmingly, even if it's protected by password or pattern, he enters it with a single try. Shouldn't have opened your phone around him so much, of course he would pay attention to that.

You're flipped onto your back, reeling from the sudden harsh movement, grunting and squirming when your bra is pulled up to your collarbones and your skirt pulled up even further, exposing your body completely before shoving back inside of you, and oh, what a euphoric sound you make — and this time, you visibly clench down on him when he does. Perfectly timed, too.

Your stomach clenches in dread and panic as you see your phone’s front side facing you.

Smile.

You cry out louder than ever before, struggle so hard, so good. His hand latches onto your throat and squeezes hard, and your hands, now no longer in his grasp, reach up to claw at them, all entirely futile. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberates around the room, and you see him tilt the camera downward, ensuring he captures the sight of his cock pounding into you, stretching you apart, all the slick fluid now coating everything from your thighs to his hips, and the sweet, precious sounds you make for him.

He wonders if anyone has ever made you react like this before. If your husband is going to be torn apart by the realization that he's made you feel better than he ever has, that he's better and bigger than him. The sheer fear on your face would suggest that. The thought feels euphoric.

He re-angles himself, leaning forward a bit, ensuring his body presses against your clit — you start to tense up, push back, your heels dig into the mattress and your body writhes with greater force than ever before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head but he doesn't stop, and you hate yourself so much in the moment for the sensations your body feels, the guilt and despair overwhelm you, you feel a cold chill in your gut — but you finally spasm and shudder on his cock all the same, clearly trying so hard to minimize it and hold back the sounds and movements, but the involuntary shudders and soft little cries are unmistakable all the same.

Normally, he would want to stay inside you longer — but there will be plenty of chance for that later. This time, the prospect of pulling out and capturing it is too tempting, and God, is it satisfying when he does. The squelching sound, the way his cum starts to drool out of you onto the mattress, the way your hole twitches from the sudden absence, slightly agape from the intrusion. It's so, so perfect, better than he could have even imagined.

You rip the tape off your mouth, gagging and coughing from the strain on your throat, and the overwhelming sensation leaves you in a dazed stupor for a few moments… your head slowly drags over to him, and an ice-cold spike of fear strikes through your heart when you see that he's still on your phone.

Slight movement from you as you try to push yourself upright takes his attention away from it, eyes flickering over to you.

Ah, right.

You make a scared little sound and pull your hands close to your chest (very cute!) as he looms over you again, but you're helpless to do anything as he puts the phone down to flip you over again, this time taping your wrists behind your back, adding a new layer over your mouth, and finally one on your ankles. Your struggles barely faze him.

You see him zip his pants back up and pull his shirt back on, standing and making his way over to the door, shuffling his shoes back on before grabbing your car keys.

I'll bring these back. Your place is only five minutes away if I drive, you know. I won’t get into any wrecks this time.

It occurs to you that you've never told him where you live, but it's the least of your concerns then and there. Your heart sinks to your stomach as he takes your phone again, grinning as he types and, after a pause, makes one distinct, final tap that you know can only be hitting 'send.'

His head turns over to you, that same dopey, carefree smile on his face as always, that now seems so much more sinister than before.

Don't worry. He won't have enough time to call the cops.

Your muffled words don't stop him. You writhe pathetically on the ground as the door opens and closes before you, listening in dread and despair as his footsteps slowly fade away.

#lord forgive me but this is the GOOD stuff #like taking reader from her lover/husband/bf by force... hnnnnng

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epiphainie · 2 months ago

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i don't know who i will be when my glorified oc tommy kinard – who was an only child who lost his mother before he could even form memories, who grew up lonely and small in a big house with a scary man, who always saw his existence as a poor trade for his mother's, who ran away to the army thinking that could be his solace and companion only to lock himself in an oppressive hell of his own making, who used to play with toy planes and helicopters alone in a shadowy corner of a room, who used to feel indignant and miserable around the neighborhood kids then his army buddies then the boys club in lafd but couldn't do anything but just meekly watch, who on his days off would seek out old movie screenings in dingy theaters and treat the experience like the church and he was confessing his sins, who's well-oiled in keeping to a routine and dedicating himself to a purpose because his self-worth is heavily tied to blood sweat and tears, who spent most of his life filling his calendar with tasks and hobbies but has been aching to change it to the names of people who can one day be near and dear to his heart, who in his silence became keen-eyed and vigilant but does a great job projecting ease in any situation, who talks shortly and bluntly without any fuss or sappiness but always honest because he worked so hard to become someone who speaks up when necessary and means what he says every time, whose gaze always studies buck's face and in the smallest crease of his mouth or the crinkle in his eye he holds his entire fondness and care and fears and anxieties for this guy – gets challenged by canon...

#gonna look back at this in a few months (if we ever learn stuff about him)#gonna riot if tommy has a mom #or that he used to react in action and violence like getting into fights with people instead of being a cowardly observer #911 #tommy kinard #bucktommy #mimi.txt

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ferryfoam · 5 months ago

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Today I watched Chrysalis oh my goodness Julian 😭😭 his whimsy is permanently gone isn't it.. this poor guy has been generally miserable since he got replaced by a changeling and no one noticed and the horrors have only gotten worse ohhhh he is so lonely... and no one else gets it because they couldn't possibly comprehend what he's been through.....ouuug Julian :-(

#ds9 #ferry yaps #deep space nine #star trek #ferry's station log #julian bashir

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Hello how are you? Idk if this has been written before cause I can't find something like it but I request a simple valorant x reader where they used to have a crush on her in like highschool or whatever hehe

(maybe yoru, phoenix , jett.. if you can then gekko!!)

Reunion - Yoru, Phoenix, Jett & Gekko

Genre: fluff! :)

CW: yoru being yoru, maybe a little ooc? mostly wholesome stuff

syd? doing a request? a miracle. technically reqs are closed rn but im still gonna work through a few of them

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YORU

probably had a huge crush on you but would never admit it

the kind of guy that would tease you/be lowkey mean to you just cause he likes you

tsundere ass mf

after you guys graduate, he doesn’t see much of you after that

and even if he does have lots of one night stands, this man struggles with emotional intimacy

whenever he gets lonely he probably entertains the idea of cute lil y/n and what could have been if he wasn’t so shy

when you join the protocol, it’s like he’s seen a ghost

goes right back to that tsundere teenager and probably ignores you

all the other agents warm to you right away tho so you’re naturally annoyed why this guy can’t let go of *whatever* you did to him in high school

on a mission with just the two of you, you finally confront him about his indifference towards you

things boil over and one thing leads to another and

he kisses you

you’re literally so shocked you don’t even close your eyes

he pulls away, cheeks BURNING and refuses to look at you

“why do you have to make everything so difficult for me y/n?”

????

FINALLY admits he likes you after all this time

PHOENIX

he was flirty with everyone in high school, so you never caught on when he flirted with you

but this man was DOWN BAD

he probably asked you out at least once but you thought it was a joke/more flattery and brushed him off

rip phoenix

he tries to connect with you after graduation but life gets in the way, and then he joins the protocol

whenever his relationships don’t work out or he’s on his last leg on a mission, he finds your face flashing through his mind

when he gets back from a bad mission and still sees your face, he thinks he’s losing it

“phoenix? you okay?”

bro is not okay

spends the next three weeks doing stupid stunts to try and impress you

only succeeds in setting multiple objects on fire, spraining his wrist and getting a lot of lectures from Brim

you end up bringing him hot chocolate & rum to lift his spirits after he’s essentially put in a time out

“so, are you gonna tell me why you had a sudden bout of pyromania?”

sighs and finally admits he has a crush on you and has for a long time

you kiss him to let him know you feel the same way

and then the two of you spend the rest of the night getting drunk and laughing about how stupid you guys were in high school

JETT

she liked you a lot in high school and didn’t know how to express it

probably tried asking you out more than once and failed miserably

just stumbled over her words all cutely and then says “never mind” and runs away

you thought it was cute and never really thought too much of it

after high school, you think about her a lot and start to realize she probably liked you

and poor jett is so swamped with missions she barely has time to settle down

and even if she does, she can’t find someone to keep up with her

she’s ecstatic when she sees you joined the protocol

a second chance!!

you get a little flustered around her now that you know about her high school crush and you somewhat hope she still feels the same way

she’s surprisingly matured and isn’t nearly as flustered around you as she used to be

tries her best to make you feel included too

it’s not long before her old feelings come bubbling to the surface tho

she’s probably the most emotionally mature of the group so she just straight up confesses to you

both of you are tired from a mission and share a half kiss/half hug where you’re just leaning against each other

GEKKO

he was definitely popular in high school but it never went to his head, he just did his thing and hung out at the skatepark

bit of a rebel

he mostly just admired you from afar, and if you were ever together for group projects, flirted with you lowkey

never anything serious or enough to make you actually realize how he feels

but enough to keep him infatuated

when Brim announces that you guys have a new agent joining the protocol, you do not expect it to be Mateo

both of you are shocked (it’s like the Spider-Man meme irl)

you do your best to make him feel welcome, taking him around and introducing him to everyone

you decide one night to take him out for drinks with some of the other agents!!

everyone starts to leave until it’s just you and Gekko

you’re both a little tipsy and start talking about high school

he admits he had a crush on you in high school and that he’s super happy you guys get to see each other again

kisses you & asks you if you want to go out again

#Valorant #valorant x you #valorant x reader #valorant hcs #jett hcs #valorant jett #gekko hcs #gekko valorant #yoru hcs #yoru valorant #phoenix hcs #phoenix valorant #x You #x reader #yoru x reader #jett x reader #phoenix x reader #gekko x reader

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giddyaunt425 · 10 months ago

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A Classic Who Beach Day

And since you probably can't tell who everyone is, here are some close ups:

1, Barbara, and 6 sunbathing. 6 annoyed at the cricketers.

5, Harry, and Ian. Our cricketers.

Sarah Jane, Susan, and Jo happily building a sand castle.

7, Tegan, and 4. Just relaxing.

Nyssa and Zoe. Our smart girls reading their books.

Jamie and Ace. Jamie enjoying lunch and Ace apprehensive about going in the water.

Mel and Peri enjoying the water.

2 and 3. 2 being a silly little guy and 3 being a poser.

Turlough being miserable and lonely as usual. Poor soul.

The Master about to ruin everyone's good time.

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melvisik · 1 year ago

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The fandom overall seems split in their opinion of this fella:

One one side, there has been so much commentary offering sympathy and love for this poor, currently pathetic rat man. Of course, when using the word 'pathetic,' one might also include the archaic sense - he arouses pity, even if there is a connotation of contempt.

As noted, many have gone to great lengths in illustrating how he fits this definition. Some of their examples (their own commentaries and material directly from the actors and crew) have really hit home, and present a further glimpse into the man's tortured soul. Primarily in their analyses to his relationship with Blackbeard. From recollection, Con O’Neill has made at least two comparisons that have resonate brilliantly with his stans: 1) Judas’ relationship with Jesus in Jesus Christ Superstar. 2) Losing one’s best friend to someone else.

The former is a story familiar to quite a few people - Judas Iscariot started out as a follower of the prophet Jesus, but he ultimately betrayed the man he served and loved to the authorities which eventually got them both killed. In the musical, Judas does this because he’s worried that Jesus is out of control and that his leadership would lead to the group’s destruction. Another (probably more 'biblical') version presents him as a greedy, Satan-possessed bastard who just wants cash in hand, and he later regrets it when 'the devil leaves him.' Yet another interpretation is that (to Judas and many of Jesus’ followers) the idea of a Messiah is a person who will incite revolution against their oppressors (in this case the Roman Empire); but Jesus takes an entirely different path than what was expected of someone with that title. So maybe Judas was disillusioned, or he got spooked, or he thought that his actions could incite a man he admired into choosing a different course.

The Taking of Christ (1602) by Caravaggio Whatever the reason, Judas' name remains synonymous with very concept of ‘betrayal,’ especially in regards to betraying a trusting friend/mentor/leader figure. So... yep. That fits.

Regarding the second point, Con more or less compared it to the circumstance of being incredibly lonely, then gaining a close friend only to subsequently watch them prefer to hang out with someone else. In this case, at least from Izzy's point of view, it almost turns the Judas metaphor on its head, making Blackbeard the Judas betrayer to Izzy’s… well, 'Jesus' in so many words. Guy does kinda have a bit of a god complex.

And that god complex has Izzy trying so very hard to be boss.

He’s an extremely capable person in many ways from what we’ve seen so far – an excellent swordsman, definitely knows his way around a ship, and practically the Head PR Representative to the Blackbeard brand (promoting Ed’s title and making excuses for his depressive states). But where Izzy falls short is a lack of strong leadership skills. They’re not bad so to speak, but the crew clearly hates him. He’s harsh, he makes people miserable, and if there’s any shred of kindness or compassion in him, he has to hide it. He puts up such a rough and tough front that many in the fandom interpret as a fear of inadequacy or an overblown sense of machoism (which amounts to the same thing). More than likely this is because life has taught him to behave that way. Israel Hands probably was raised in a world that forced him to either eat or be eaten. Which makes the second point even more loaded when taking into consideration just to whom Izzy is losing Blackbeard-

This guy.

Izzy a man of some learning, that much we can discern, but it’s highly doubtful that he grew up in a family of the same means as Stede Fuckin Bonnet.

Izzy has reached so high to the top as he thinks he can go - the right Hands and personal confidant of Captain Blackbeard himself, even having the privilege of addressing Blackbeard by his first name. Then comes along a ridiculous fop who not only manages to outsmart him on their first meeting but takes away his idol within only a few weeks of knowing him.

This soft-handed, smiling, upbeat ray of sunshine represents everything Izzy has been taught is weak and pitiful, and yet Izzy’s idol (and quite possibly the man he loves) is enamored with him.

In addition to all his faults, Stede Bonnet seems like a rich twat who’s gotten anything and everything he wants in life because of his privilege. He can literally afford to leave his cushy life and play dress up on a well-furnished ship. Izzy’s cruel reality is Stede’s deluded fantasy.

In short, rich-boy Stede Bonnet effortlessly gets everything that Izzy can never seem to reach, no matter how hard he tries or what strides he makes. Not that any of this excuses Izzy's pettiness or betrayal by a long shot, but honestly who wouldn’t be driven bat-shit crazy by that? In any case, applause to the fandom's insights on this, and especially to Con O’Neill for being such a professional. Slay, queen.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #israel hands #con o'neill

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websterss · 2 years ago

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MARKER LINES — LUKE PATTERSON

SUMMARY: After dying a tragic death. You deal with an afterlife of loneliness. But that soon changes when were realize that more ghosts exist and you aren’t the only one.

WARNING(S): Angst, fluff, mentions of dying

WORD COUNT: 5,467

PAIRING: Luke Patterson x fem!ghost!Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Do you ever think about death? What happens after you die? What happens to your loved ones you’re leaving? What follows after death.

You never thought such a thing as the after life could ever exist. It never crossed your mind. Not in the years that you were alive. Feeling as though your days of high school were miserable, being the shy type and having hardly any friends. It turns out being a ghost was some of the most miserable times you’ve ever experienced. No one could see you, nor listen to your pleas of hope to be heard. Three and a half lonely decades of isolation, and even though you were surrounded by the living, you’ve never felt so alone in a crowded room before.

It was bad enough that you were bound to the school. Stuck in the same black jeans, converse, and green blouse with two ripped holes on your chest. You tried figuring out for years what it was that was keeping you here. You could only wander the school, but you couldn’t leave, you’ve tried too. Never truly succeeded. The closed front doors of the school haunting you, causing you such rage, such sadness, you wondered why only you.

Why? Why did the quiet girl in school receive such hate, such torture that in the end her last moments at school were nothing but unkind to her. You placed your hands on your head feeling the overwhelming feeling of another panic attack beginning. When this happened you’d start orbing in and out of places. Almost like a glitch in the system. The noises from that day echoing inside your head. The quickening feeling of pain in your chest was like a memory. You’d never get over your tragic death.

“One…two…three…four…five…six!” You cried out falling to your knees. You finally stopped orbing. You cried as you sat on the floor glancing around into the darkness. For someone who’s spent three and a half decades stuck in this school, the pitch black hallways still managed to scare you. A big empty void at night and an overwhelming sea of students during the day. Night time is when you truly feel the loneliest.

There was no one around.

You sat down on the floor, back against the lockers. You closed your eyes. You didn’t sleep as much as you’d like too. In fact you didn’t sleep at all. Ghost didn’t do that. You lost track of the constant hours you spent staring off into space. Your inner thoughts kept you company. You were your only friend. You sighed, wanting tomorrow to arrive quicker than sooner already. As much as you enjoyed hearing the gossip and attending pep rallies. You would occasionally get bored, but you realized you had to stop trying to move things. You now refrained from touching things, since the music room was now considered ‘haunted’.

Apparently, the keyboard suddenly playing Fur Elise by itself did not sit well with everyone…poor Mrs. Clay. You shudder at the memory of the paramedics arriving. You just wanted this night to be over.

The following day you had waited for the principal to arrive. Always on time like clockwork, you were convinced she enjoyed being here as much as you did. You were literally stuck here. As she walked down the hall, you walked beside her. Enjoying the company she was giving you rather than keeping her company.

Even if she couldn’t see you or hear you, her presence alone made you feel at ease. Loneliness was real. Not something you were very content about. Some people longed to be alone, being alone is all you’ve ever known. It scares you to the brink of panic attacks. That’s why they mostly occurred at night. The only time where you truly felt small in the gigantic open space of nothing. A dark void you couldn’t escape. If only, if only this, if only that, it was a continuous repetition of hopeless wishing that was never coming true- no matter how much you wished for it.

So you’d surround yourself with the students and listen in on their conversations. If you were still alive people would think you were being weird by standing so close to them, but you were dead so you could get away with it, but you did back off when something became too personal. You always respected that.

You leaned back against the blue lockers with one of your black combat boots pressed against the door. You were zoning in on one of your usual people, who you liked to hear. Them being Katy and her girlfriend setting up plans to hang out for the weekend. You found them incredible. Thirty years ago this sort of thing casually happening now would not have flown by others. Especially the jocks from your school back then. To see it be so normalized warmed your heart. Something you’d never get over.

“So I was thinking, we could go skate, or watch that new movie you’ve been dying to see.” Katy offered her suggestions. Holding Emily’s hand.

“Or…we can skate to the movies. Split the money on popcorn and snacks like we did that one time.” Emily smiled. Swinging her hand in Katy’s back and forth.

“Ooh great idea Em.” You said playing with the black chipped nail polish on your fingernails.

“Something for the both of you!”

“Something for the both of us, I love it babe.” Katy kissed Emily’s cheek. You laughed as she said the same thing you did. Surrounding yourself with them in school let you get to know more about them. You would have loved to have met them in real life as yourself. This was as close as you’d get. They reminded you of your only two friends you actually talked to. They too had loved each other.

“Alright ladies time to go see what Frank is up to.” You said your farewells not like they could hear you either way, but you still did it every time.

You orbed out and then appeared in the library. Finding the man of the hour. Frank sat alone in the back of the library, three books stacked on the table and a fourth one opened in his hands. He was reading like normal. You walked up to his table and sat in the chair in front of him.

“Hey Frank, how’s it going dude!” Being dead for so long, you had adapted to the language and use of new words. So many new ones that were being made up, you could hardly keep up. “What are we reading today?” You interlaced your hands and placed them on the table. Too intrigued in the book Frank sat back in his chair giving you a clear view of the book cover. “Ah, to Kill A Mockingbird. Good choice!” You exclaimed. Being from the 1980′s that was always one of your favorites to read in school. You too would sit in the library and read till your eyes hurt. Frank never really did much, but you did enjoy the peace and quiet. You saw yourself in him which made him easy to be around. Frank turned the page and you could see how thoughts flooded his mind from the facial expressions he was making. You smiled, “It’s getting good huh? Wait till you get to the end dude.” You laughed. Silence followed then a beat. “Alright Frank, I’ll leave you to it okay. Enjoy your day alright.” You stood up and pushed the chair in, but not before making sure Frank and anyone else wasn’t looking.

You orbed out of the library and found yourself in the hallways again. The loud chatter of students among you filled your ears. You looked around and began going down the hallway.

“Right, you’re at school first, now you’re leaving to go rehearse.” Luke shrugged. Julie made a face at him.

“Come on, I can’t do this without you…”

“I can’t. I told Nick I’d be his dance partner.”

“Hey Julie!” Julie looked over Luke’s shoulder.

“And...he’s heading this way, gotta go bye.” Julie pretended to end the call and placed her phone in her pocket again.

“Hey!” Nick smiled.

“Well, don’t you look sharp.” Luke commented.

“Are you ready for our big performance?”

“Oh yeah yeah.” Julie brushed her hair behind her ear. “We’re gonna do great!”

“I’m glad you’re confident. Even after three classes I still think I got worse. It’s a good thing I got my secret weapon.”

“Uh oh I think somebody has a crush on Julie!” Luke teased.

“Shut up…” Julie told Luke which made Nick confused so she quickly caught herself. “Um shut up!” She playfully punched Nick’s shoulder.

“No seriously Molina. I’m nothing without you.” Julie was trying so hard not to be phased by Luke’s faces.

“Shh, no no, you’re gonna do fine. See you in there?”

“Yeah I’ll be the guy trying not to make us look stupid.” Nick laughed and Luke copied his movements. Luke mocking his laugh. When Nick was far away, Luke turned around. “Well, he is just too cute!” He exclaimed jokingly.

“Boundaries. I’ll see you after school.”

“I guess we’ll just have to carry you, just like we always-” Luke’s sentence was cut off when he felt a wall. He stumbled back, finally noticing what he ran into. More like someone. This caused Julie to stop and turn around. Making sure nobody saw her looking around.

You were walking, listening in on the many voices going around that you forgot to notice that someone was in front of you. But you never really worried about it because you always went through them. However, today was not one of those days.

You stumbled back when you collided with the person. Almost instantly you started freaking out as to why you didn’t phase through them like you usually did.

“Oh I’m so…” You stopped to look at the guy you ran into, not through, into. “S-Sorry.”

“S’okay.“ Luke stared at you with a loss for words. You were too.

You were freaking out on the inside. You could feel him, someone could feel you, see you. He could see you?

“I-” You stumbled over your words. What the hell did it mean if he could see you.

“Are you okay?” He furrowed his brows. Not believing his own eyes either.

“Could you excuse me?” You cleared your throat as you brushed past him. You continued walking but not before throwing a glance over your shoulder. Once you did you saw the guy staring after you with furrowed eyebrows. You quickly turned your head back and continued down the hallway.

Julie stood off to the side watching the whole thing unfold. Awkwardly shifting as she noticed Luke’s eyes were solemnly focused on you walking away.

“Who’s that?” He glanced around Julie then back at the hallway.

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen her.” Julie shrugged.

“She could see you?” She pointed out.

“Yeah…she could.” Luke ran a hand over his hair.

Julie said her goodbyes to Luke and left to go do her dance performance.

Meanwhile Luke made it his mission to go search for you, but not before telling the guys.

He could feel you and you could see him other than Julie and the guys, and Willie of course, and how Alex could feel him.

That got him thinking immediately. He quickly poofed out and landed back in Julie’s studio garage.

Luke met up with the guys and started practicing on the ‘Edge of Great’, like he told Julie he would.

When he arrived and immediately got to playing his guitar and focusing on the plan for tonight’s performance, he hardly said a word after that. The guys noticed something was up but decided to refrain from saying anything to him, well until he started getting frustrated and almost threw his guitar.

“You okay Luke?” Alex asked as he stopped his cymbals. The studio grew quieter as each instrument stopped playing.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Luke kept adjusting his guitar strap. “You seem off is all. Something on your mind?”

“Is it Julie? Has she got inside your head.” Reggie asked.

“Why would I be thinking about Julie?”

“Oh come on everyone can see the way you look at her when you sing.” Reggie smirked. “You guys ooze chemistry.”

“You should never say ooze again, but yeah I agree.” Alex nodded.

“Okay no, I have chemistry with everybody that I sing with.”

The boys stood quiet.

“Seriously watch!” Luke put his guitar down and started proving his point. “I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream…” He started walking up to Reggie. “Away from who were meant to be…” He gripped the side of Reggie’s face and pulled him closer. “That we’re standing on the edge of…” He stared into his eyes and finished off. “Great.” He whispered.

“Wow, I see chemistry.”

“That was pretty hot.”

Luke pressed his pointer and middle finger to his lips then placed them on Reggie’s and turned back around to grab his guitar again.

Reggie cleared his throat. “Girls am I right?”

“Yeah.” Luke smiled and looked away from the guys.

“No.” Alex said.

Luke looked down at his shoes frowning, it didn’t go unnoticed by Alex though. “This isn’t about Julie is it?” Alex twirled his sticks in the air.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Then who is this about?”

“I ran into a girl at Julie’s school.” He paused to give the guys a second to comprehend what he just said. “Literally. I could feel her and see her, and she could see me.”

“So she’s a ghost?” Reggie questioned.

“I think so.” Luke shrugged. “It was weird though, she started freaking out when we touched.”

“That is weird.” Alex admitted. “Did you at least get her name?”

“No.” Luke shook his head.

“Well, then go get it.” Reggie suggested. “You obviously can’t stop thinking about her. We’re good here.”

“But what about rehearsal?” Luke gestured to the instruments.

“You know the songs better than us. Go, but make sure to be back in time for the show.” Alex reassured him.

“Thanks guys.” Luke put his guitar down and poofed out.

You couldn’t think clearly after you collided with that boy in the hallway. Your mind was all over the place. Too many thoughts, too many questions, to figure out how wrong you actually were about the afterlife. Did more ghosts really exist?

Were you no longer the only one anymore?

You chuckled as tears filled your eyes. There were more ghosts out there, and the one you ran into didn’t appear to be bound to the school. A combination of jealousy and happiness. Jealous because he was capable of leaving, yet happy that he didn’t have to be stuck in this place like you were.

Always on the verge of crying, you did. You weren’t ready for such a big change in your afterlife. Constantly feeling alone, now learning you weren’t the only one. How could someone ever forget years of being alone.

They couldn’t.

You couldn’t just forget that you spent the past thirty-five years talking to people who couldn’t hear you cry or scream. They could never see you hurting. That wasn’t something you were willingly ready to just erase from your memory.

You found yourself in the empty music room. Too scared to get caught again, you opted to sit in the back of the room. Your knees up to your chest, your head in between.

You hadn’t realized that someone had walked into the room because your cries were too loud for you to hear anything else.

Luke hesitated in his step once he heard you crying, never too fond of being around a girl crying, he opted to turn around, but stayed put. He wasn’t going to admit it, but it took him a long time to find you. When he got to the school he saw the back of your head but you vanished into thin air and that’s when his search began for you. Right when he’d spot you again, you were gone. It wasn’t long before he passed the music room with the door open and ended up backtracking to stand in front of the door. Now here he was. Hearing you cry, watching you hug your legs closer to you.

Luke walked closer until he was only a few feet from you this time. He crouched down to be eye level with you. Reaching a hand out to touch you, Luke thought against it, and took his hand back. The motion was too fast which caused him to crash into the chair behind him. The noise immediately startled you from your thoughts. You quickly lifted your head up scared. You leaned against the wall more to get away from the boy you saw early.

Luke winced at his lack of balance. He hadn’t meant to scare you, but he did. You were looking at him with a questioning expression, which he winced at.

“I-I can explain…” He motioned to the chair then himself, who was on the ground.

“As to why you’re stalking me…I’d love to hear it!” You faked a smile.

“Okay, I can see you’re a bit upset…” Luke motioned to your eyes.

“A bit?” You finally stood up.

“Okay a lot.” Luke winced as you took a step closer with a mad expression. He frowned, noticing that you had tightened your fist. “Okay, not a lot.” A beat passed. “Is it girl stuff?” He asked with furrowed brows. He then got scared when you reached for him. “Okay not girl stuff!” Luke yelped and put his hands up in defense, but he was surely not helping his case. He was intimidated by Julie when she was mad, but now he was more scared of you. You chased him around the room, and Luke kept avoiding your attempts to hurt him. He thought he was doing well until he spoke too soon and ended up tripping. You took this moment to straddle his waist and pin him down. If he wasn’t scared then, he surely was now.

“Why are you following me?” You frowned as you held his arms down, which you were surprised you could do.

“I just wanted to talk to you.” You raised a brow at him. “I swear.” Luke nodded his head.

“Then start talking.”

“Okay okay, um today, in the hallway, when we collided.” Luke stopped then continued. “You looked scared.” You frowned, feeling your heart pick up. You looked away. “It was almost like you’ve never seen another ghost before.” That word got your attention. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it. You finally let go of his hands and got off him. Turning your back to him. So it was true.

“I didn’t think…” You let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been alone for so long I didn’t think more ghosts existed.” You turned back around to face him.

“What do you mean? You’ve never met another ghost?” He frowned. You shook your head no, in all seriousness.

“Sorry about that early?” You winced at the thought of pinning him down a few minutes ago. “I’m not used to being seen…” You let out a breathy laugh.

“I know the feeling.” He offered a small smile.

“I’m Y/n.” You point to yourself timidly.

“I’m Luke.” He titled his head.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled. You always had a hard time talking to guys, let alone cute ones. You didn’t think cute ghosts existed, until now.

Silence filled the music room. You kept taking off your chipped nail polish, while Luke rocked back on his feet with his hands in his dark jeans.

You bit your lip nervously. You’ve come to meet a bunch of people throughout your life, never minding the one sided relationship, but now it was different. Someone actually hears you. Having someone, like Luke, get to know your name, was new to you. You thought you’d never get used to it. Never having been able to tell someone your name, and now being able to. It felt like you finally existed. You were invisible again.

Luke’s thumb brushing against your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t realized that you were crying again. Luke’s heart broke at the sight so he walked closer to you until he was in front of you and wiped away your tears.

“Sorry.” You grew embarrassed as you hastily wiped the remaining tears. “You probably think I’m crazy.” You halfheartedly laughed.

“We’re all a little crazy.” Luke laughed. His smile grew when he saw you smile slightly. You guys stood for a bit until Luke spoke up.

“What did you mean when you said you were alone for so long?”

“It’s a long story.” You grew flustered that he wanted to hear your story. You weren’t used to a guy caring about you. No one’s cared in a long time.

“I got time.” Luke shrugged.

“Yeah? Okay sure.” You smiled lightly. You situated yourself on the floor. Luke followed your actions. “Where do I even start?” You chuckled.

“Maybe the year you…you died. I died in 1995.” Luke smiled, offering to tell you first.

“Straight to the point I see.” You laugh out nervously. “I died… in 1985. So ten years before you.”

“That’s a long time ago.” Luke frowned.

“Well, dying was a thing back then too ya know.” You joked. You never got to have a two-sided conversation with anyone before. It was a nice feeling.

“You seem comfortable talking about it…” Luke furrowed his brows.

“It happened so fast that I can’t really remember much about it. The pain was only there for a second.” You place a hand through one of the two holes on your shirt not realizing you had done so, a subconscious thing now. It made Luke shift in place. He really looked at you this time, taking in where two abnormally large holes were located on your shirt, a few smaller ones scattered over your shirt. He looked at the holes then at you as you continued talking. He could feel his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. And idea of your death slowly came together in his mind. “Then it was gone, and I woke up here.” You shrugged, gesturing to the school. You looked up at him and noticed he was looking a bit paler than usual.

“You okay?” You touched his arm.

“Yeah.” He nodded, clearing his throat immediately to try and compose himself.

“So how’d you die, if you don’t mind me asking?” You playfully pushed him.

He was willing to keep that smile on your face, so he told you, even if it was embarrassing to say.

“I ate a bad hot dog from the back of a car trunk.” He shrugged.

You laughed then covered your mouth. Luke smiled at you nonetheless.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat. “It’s not funny.” You shook your head, but Luke could tell you were trying hard to fight your smile. “That is…an awful way to go.” You halfheartedly laughed. Not as bad as yours, Luke wanted to say, but didn’t.

“Yeah, yeah it is. It sucks though. I was only two hours away from playing what could have been the biggest gig that would change my band mates and I’s lives forever.” Luke bites his lip.

“Death works in many ways doesn’t it.” You began. “You never truly know when your last day is.” You stared off.

“What was your last day like?”

“It wasn’t like yours.” You slightly chuckled then smiled sadly. “It was a normal day at school. Nothing special. I was more excited to leave than to be in class.” Luke urged you to keep going, he wanted to know why you were so excited. “It was my mom’s birthday.” You look down at your lap. Luke could feel the tears begin to form.

“My dad and I were planning to surprise her with a mini party at home. There were going to be balloons, her favorite flowers, her favorite cake.” You smiled at the thought. “It was going to be a great day, ya know!” You sniffled. “Then there was panicking…” You closed your eyes trying to forget the noises that echoed in your head. “People were running....” You opened your eyes when you felt Luke’s hand on yours. “I ended up getting pushed and I tripped from what I remember.” You shed a tear. “Then there was pain. So much pain. I tried getting up, but I couldn’t.” You breathed in deeply to gain some more air. “I didn’t get to see my mom that day.” You whimpered. Luke was now crying along with you.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Y/n.” Luke gripped your hand.

“What sucks is that I can’t leave. I don’t know why?” You shrugged. “I tried figuring out what it was, but I haven’t been able to.”

“You can’t leave?” Luke frowned. “What do you mean you can’t leave?”

“I’ve tried so many times.”

“What do you mean tried, Y/n?”

That’s when you stood up and extended your hand out for him to take.

“It’s easier if I show you.” Luke looked at your hand for a second then took it, standing up too. You then poofed yourself out of the music room and poofed the two of you in front of the front doors of the school. You let go of Luke’s hand and stepped closer until you were behind the frame of the doors.

“No matter how hard I try, I can’t walk through.” You glanced at him. Luke walked up to stand beside you. His hands reached forward to see if there was anything to prevent him from passing, but he was met with air. So he took a step and walked forward until he was on the other side of the doors. Whereas you were met with a wall. An invisible force prevents you from walking through. Luke grew shocked as he saw your hands hit the invisible wall.

“What the hell?” He walked closer to you.

“That’s what I said.” You joked. “It’s been years worth of trying and losing my energy. Whatever is keeping me here, isn’t letting me leave anytime soon.” You shook your head.

“Unfinished business.” Luke told you.

“What?”

“It’s why some of us become ghosts. We didn’t get to do the one thing we had to do before we died.”

“What’s yours?” You asked curiously.

“I’m not quite sure yet.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” You offered a small grin.

“Hey, we’ll figure out your unfinished business too.” You nodded, but you weren’t about to get hopeful. “You seriously can’t leave?” Luke observed the frame of the doors.

“Nope.” You sighed as you hit the invisible wall with your hands.

“Well I’m sure there has to be something that’ll work.”

“I don’t think so, it’d be stupid to try. It’s pointless.”

“Hey, don’t think like that.” Without thinking twice about what he was doing, Luke reached forward and grabbed your hand. You didn’t think much about it until you realized your hand was no longer being held back by the wall. You pulled your hand back, which made Luke think he did something wrong.

“Sorry about that I didn’t mean-”

“Shh.” You quieted him.

You moved your hand forward and were met with the wall again. You furrowed your eyes until you got an idea.

“Luke, can you grab my hand again?”

“Yeah.” Luke nodded and grabbed your hand. When your skin met his, you moved your arm closer to him. The wall was no longer there. You let out a breathy laugh, then pulled your hand back. You repeated the process, and Luke finally caught on to what was happening. “That’s…”

“Yeah…” You breathed out.

You barely made a step out the doors when your hands disconnected. You poofed right behind the door again.

So I can only leave if I hold onto someone, you thought.

“I come right back when we let go…” You voiced your thoughts. Luke stepped forward again.

“Then let’s make sure we don’t let go.”

Luke smiled then got an idea. He grabbed both of your hands and started walking backwards, pulling you along with him. You gasped when you passed the threshold of the doors and was met with concrete and the air outside. You looked up and gasped, you didn’t think you’d ever see a blue sky again. You laughed.

Luke looked in awe at you. You looked like a child in a candy store, he was the one that caused this reaction out of you. If he could, he’d kiss you right then and there, but there were boundaries he had to respect.

“Y/n?” He tried finding your gaze.

“The sky is so blue, and there’s trees!” You exclaimed as you cried. You laughed. “There’s trees Luke! Trees!” You then hugged him. Luke stood still then hugged you back. Placing his head in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“You’re welcome.” He held you tighter. As you hugged him you quickly remembered something. “Oh that reminds me!” You slide your hand down to his hand and gripped it. You used your other hand to fish out the red marker you kept in your right boot.

“A marker?” Luke laughed.

You didn’t reply, you only turned your head and began counting in your head. Once you stopped you knelt down and started drawing a straight line on the floor. Luke watched confused, not sure why you were drawing on the ground. Once you were done you stood back up and capped the marker and placed it back in your boot. You smiled at the thought.

“Why did you draw a line?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb on the top of your hand.

“It’s twenty steps.” You smiled.

“Twenty steps?”

“I made it twenty steps past the doors this time.” Your smile widened. Luke was still confused by what you were talking about.

“This time?” Luke stopped himself when he looked over your shoulder, and finally noticed that by the doors were more red lines drawn, some worn out more than others, and some that looked like you had drawn over them more than once. Seeing them wasn’t what hurt him, it had been the fact that the red lines only stopped not even a centimeter from the door. He noticed that there had been one line that was an inch from the door, but that had been the only one that was the furthest. You really did try to leave for so long, and this was the only time you actually did, but you never had anyone to help you. For three decades you marked down how far you could actually get past the door, and there had never been any improvement, and today was a breaking point.

You were smiling down at your shoes. You suffered through so much and you still managed to smile. He had managed to make you smile.

He couldn’t hold back for much longer. He cupped both the sides of your face, which caused you to look up. He stared at you for a second then crashed his lips onto yours. You were shocked, almost wanting to push him off as this was your first kiss, but you stopped yourself, and melted under his touch. Your lips moved in sync with each other. This was the most human connection you’ve had in so long, it gave you butterflies.

Luke and you pulled back gasping for air. He pressed his head against yours caressing your cheeks with your thumb.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You laughed lightly.

“Y/n, I just want you to know you don’t have to feel alone anymore.” You began tearing up again. “I’m not gonna let you feel that way again.”

“Thanks Luke.” You smiled as he continued caressing the side of your face.

“I actually have to...to leave though.” He winced at how bad that sounded.

You rolled your eyes laughing. You shook your head. “Of course you do!” You smiled.

“I'm gonna be right back though, promise.” He laughed.

“Okay.” You nodded.

Instead of letting go of your hands like he could have, Luke walked you to the front doors. Giving you a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later okay?” You nodded and let his hands go. He stood on the other side of the door and then poofed out. You stared where he once stood and let a smile make its way onto your face. You turned around and glanced at the walls of the schools. For once in your life you weren’t scared to be alone. You had Luke to thank for that.

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