#that damn cat boy haunts me

[z3llous]

Someone just reminded me of Full Moon Wo Sagashite and I’m not ok. How am I supposed to go on with my life?

It’s a good show/manga, I’m not saying it’s bad. I just forgot I had so many feelings about it

[st4rr-girrl]

Saviors

summary; When you have nowhere to stay- and you're falling tired- you turn to the Crescent Hotel to sleep. You roomed next to four people, and they help you when something traumatic happens in your hotel room.

warnings: Cussing, hella paranormal activity, major? injuries, anxiety attack. (i changed a few things from the video tho)

(a/n this post is kind of ass and yall keep liking it so ilysm but this is so shitty lmaoo i promise my writing had a glow-up)

pairing: colby brock x fem reader

Now playing; see how I circle / labyrinth

Up next; oblivion -grimes

Genesis-grimes

The sky started to darken, mirroring my negative mood. I sighed, feeling fatigue slowly start to take over my body.

Turning my black car's driving wheel, I drove into the 'Crescent Hotel" parking lot. I sighed, stepping out of the car and opening the trunk.

I grabbed an outfit, and shoved it into a bag before grabbing my purse and locking the car up.

I glanced up at the balcony of a room, seeing a dark figure stare at me intensely. My eyes widened and I felt goosebumps form on my skin.

The night was dark and cold, forcing a shiver make its way up my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest, as I shivered in my white dress. I approached the hotel doors, and quickly made my way inside, protecting myself from the cold misty air that surrounded me.

I walked in, feeling a heavy amount of energy fall onto my shoulders. I frowned deeply, before spotting an adorable black cat seated on the couch. I walked up to it and pet its soft fur, feeling my heart become warm. A smile grew on my face as I temporarily forgot about the dark, sad and longing feeling that lingered in the air, before walking up to the front desk.

"Hi, can I get a room for one night, please?" I offered a kind smile to the lady seated behind the counter. She returned the smile, and handed me a room key. 'Room 201'

"You'll be staying at room 201. That'll be 130$." My eyes widened at the price, but I was desperate for sleep. I opened my purse and grabbed my wallet, pulling out 150$.

"Keep the change." I smiled, collecting my stuff before heading up the spiraled stairs.

I was walking down a hallway, when I heard a faint "Damn baby! Back it up on over here, if ya will." In an accent. I turned around, fear gripping onto my chest. There was nobody there. I was completely alone. I frowned deeply, before rushing back to the stairs.

It took me a while, but I finally made it to my hotel room. I sighed happily, despite the feeling of sadness surrounding me.

I noticed a brunette boy leaving hotel room 202 and I smiled kindly at him. He returned the smile, as my eyes wandered to the camera located in his left hand. I tilted my head and raised a brow a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He laughed. "I'm a youtuber. Me and my friends are recording a video."

I was still confused. "What's so special about this place?" I looked around. I acknowledged the negative and sad energy around me, but shrugged it off.

"You don't know?" He asked me curiously.

"Know what?" I was a lot more confused now.

"This hotel is haunted." My eyes widened. it makes sense now. The figure on the balcony and the sad energy around here. No wonder.

"That makes sense." I shrugged, rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"Why? Did you see something?" He asked me, concern swirling behind his blue eyes.

"Yeah I saw a figure on a balcony, but i just thought it was a person. Though it was creepy enough to give me goosebumps. It also feels sad. And angry here. Like there some sort of longing feeling. I also got catcalled by something that wasn't there. " I explained, giggling a bit at the end.

"Do you mind if i record you explaining that? If not that's alright. But it would be great to let the fans know."

"Sure, Mr. Popular." I smirked teasingly. He rolled his eyes playfully and turned on the camera and angled it at me.

"Okay so tell us what happened again...?" He trailed, searching for something.

"Y/n." I smiled.

"Okay so tell us what happened, Y/n."

"Soo, when I arrived here, I had no clue it was haunted until this handsome stranger told me." I smiled and winked jokingly. "But before I came in here, I saw a figure standing on a balcony and it was just.... staring at me. It gave me goosebumps. And after that, the second I stepped foot into the hotel the energy surrounding me felt, sad. Like previous people here were longing for something. And a bit of anger was hidden beneath the longing and sadness. I also got catcalled, but when I turned around I was alone. Whatever happened here must've been pretty bad." I explained for a second time but in more detail. "I still don't know what happened here, I just know that it's haunted."

I smiled at the boy behind the camera. "I'm colby, by the way." He mirrored my smile.

"Thanks for letting me know what I was getting myself into, Colby." I giggled as he put the camera down.

"Yeah, Sure." He laughed, his deep voice sending butterflies to my stomach. Heat rises to my cheek before he continued. "If you need anything me and my friend, Sam, will be in here. And maybe our other two friends. You're also welcome to join us, we're gonna be ghost hunting."

"Yeah, I'll consider it." I smiled kindly once more. "Thanks, Colby."

"No problem." he waved, returning the smile before walking down the hall. I opened my hotel room, rushing in and throwing my bag on my bed.

I sighed happily, finally being able to sleep. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and I shivered a bit before trying to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I changed out of my white dress, and replaced it for pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt with holes for my thumbs.

I put fresh socks on before turning out the light and quickly hopping into the big bed.

I saw something in the corner, just before fatigue took over my body.

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'Wake up' A females voice whispered in my ear.

I shot out of bed quickly, my eyes wide. Sweat dripped down the side of my head as I looked around my room. "Hello??" I said out loud. No response.

I shrugged it off as my imagination, and tried to fall back asleep.

—

I rubbed my eyes, tiredly sitting up.

“Why do I keep waking up.” I whispered to myself, picking up a clock that rested on a nightstand to the left of me.

“3:33.” I read out loud. “Isn’t that an Angel number?”

I shrugged it off, before I heard a mumbling. My head shot up and stared into the darkness that lie before me.

I squinted, trying to see into the black fog. I saw a figure. Staring at me. Menacingly. My eyes widened as I froze in fear.

A faint “What do you want?” Tore from my parted lips.

It didn’t respond, to nobody’s surprise, yet still stood there.

I sat in the king sized bed, slowly building up to courage to make a run for it.

When the courage was built, I leapt out of bed and ran for the door, only to be flung away from it.

I hit the wall, with a loud ‘thud,’ before landing on the floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes after I groaned in pain. My back was definitely gonna be bruised.

I crawled for the door as fast as I could, but got violently dragged by an invisible force. I dragged my nails against the carpet.

Once it let me go I quickly rushed to stand up but got aggressively pushed against the wall. The side of my face slammed into the wall, as an unbearable pain shot through my cheek at the violent contact. A Bible flew through the air and hit me in the face. Blood dripped down my nose as I cried in pain. I heard loud knocking on my door and my eyes widened.

“Y/n!? Are you okay?!” A familiar voice shouted.

I tried to get to the door but cried out when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my back.

I sobbed, feeling myself get dragged once more before the entity let go. I jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open. I was met with four concerned faces, three of them being un-familiar.

I sobbed into my hands, as the traumatic event played over and over in my head.

“What the fuck happened?!” Colby asked.

“Are you okay?!” The blonde boy next to him asked.

“Th-there was something in there!!” I cried out as a blonde girl rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Come to our room for a second. We’ll help you and you can tell us everything.” A black haired girl said, her brows furrowed in worry.

I nodded, following the two girls as the two boys checked my hotel room for anyone.

We entered their hotel room and I sat down on the red sofa.

The blonde girl brought back a tissue and a cold water bottle.

I used the tissue for my nose, after giving a small thanks. I placed the water bottle on the huge bruise on my cheek.

“I’m kris.”

“Celina. And the other boys are Sam and Colby.” Celina said.

“Th-thank you guys.. so much.” You smiled gratefully.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“I-I don’t know… there was this thing and it-it threw me around like I was a fucking rag doll.” I joked a bit, before wincing from the pain radiating on my back.

“I-I think it scratched my back.” I added. Colby came over to me and asked if he could raise my shirt. I nodded and turned around while he lifted it up.

Though I couldn’t see, they all had wide eyes and opened mouths.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed. “Y/n do you mind if I record this?” He asked kindly, okay with either answer.

“You can, I don’t mind, it just hurts really bad.” I said in a pained voice. “Colby can you take a picture of it and show me?” I asked softly.

He said yes before snapping a picture of it. I stared at the picture in shock, a giant bruise on my side and three, long, bloody scratch marks starting from my upper back and ending right before the waistband of my shorts.

“Holy shit” i mimicked sam just as he started recording my injuries. I turned around and showed the rest.

“Do you wanna stay in our room for the rest of the night?” Colby offered.

“Yes please.” I said, a pleading look lingered in my eyes. “I don’t wanna go back into that room.” Tears welled up in my eyes as Celina and Kris both side-hugged me.

“It’s ok, Y/n you don’t have to.” Kris said, her brows furrowed.

“You’re safe with us. Especially the boys cause they’re a lot stronger than us.” Celina joked, attempting to lighten the mood. I laughed a long, wiping my tears.

“Thanks guys.” I said gratefully.

“Anytime.” The group postponed further exploration of the building so they could make sure I was alright.

Celina and Kris called it a night, heading to their own room to sleep or try to contact anything.

I started to get sleepy while Colby was treating my wounds. “I’m tired.” I admitted.

“I’m almost done, just try to stay up for one more minute.” He applied ointment to the scratches and ice to the bruises.

I was definitely gonna tell the hotel about this in the morning. Even though some people wouldn’t believe me, it was worth a shot.

Once Colby was done in informed me of it and I crawled under the sheets and lied in the middle of the bed.

Sam and Colby lied on either side of me, and yet I still unconsciously cuddled closer to Colby.

“Goodnight.” I sighed, feeling safe with the two boys I had only just met.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

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The end.

[junislqve]

⟡ stay in my memories

when you had finally started to accept your past, it comes back to haunt you

pairs ex!jake + reader content angst kissing jake being toxic wordcount 1404 — find my other works

note ending is highkey rushed and was supposed to be happy, but this is self indulgent, so! i also listened to memories an ungodly amount while writing this

YOU HUFFED AS YOUR DOORBELL RANG FOR THE SECOND TIME. it was 11pm. a few minutes ago, your friend had just left after picking up her cat from the week-long vacation she had with her boyfriend. you had sensed she’d forgotten something.

when it rang once more, you begrudgingly stood up dragging your legs to the front door. the lights to your small living room was already off save for one that was only enough to illuminate the front door.

you sigh as the door click open, “you really need to stop forget-” 

“hi, babyy” 

your heart dropped. not because of how the man in front of you accidentally stumbled and now practically has his boy weight supported by you, and also somehow not because of how his hands circle your body and rest on your waist like how it used to.

it was his voice that did. 

his voice that you swore on everything you would never want to hear again. hating how it sounded so much you’d bail on any man that sounded similar to him or had his accent.

how could you not when only a few simple words uttered with that voice had your mind reeling? repeating the same heart wrenching sentence in your head over and over again, it engraved itself.

it was pouring outside. you’ve been very stuffed with schoolwork and your finals coming up. papers spread out everywhere on your table and books scattered on your bedsides and floor. 

you felt a tickle on your ankle and watched as your dog rubbed its side on your body, begging for attention. you chuckle, dropping your pen and bending down to pick her up. sitting her on your lap as you rubbed its back. 

“i’m sorry, i just need to finish this paper and i’ll promise i’ll give you some attention, okay?” you coo at her, it hung her head low but complied, laying her head on your lap. 

a moment later, your phone lit up. you stared at the caller and with no hesitation immediately picked it up, a smile growing on your face, “hi, babe-”

“let’s break up”

you stopped. the pouring rain seemed to have hushed in a matter of seconds, the air around you felt constricted. your dog stayed silent, looking up at you in confusion.

“what?” 

“it’s just going to be hard keeping up our relationship in the long run. i’m graduating and you still have two years” 

“so?”

“so i don’t want to hold each other back” he sounded frustrated. 

“so that’s it?” you ask, voice heavy. “you’re going to leave me because you don’t want to wait two years for me?”

“you’re twisting my words”

“that’s exactly what you said, jake” 

“i’m sorry”

no he’s not. 

“no, you’re not” you say, you wait for a second too long before hanging up. you damn well know he’s not, because if he was you wouldn’t be crying as hard as you are right now. your chest wouldn’t have felt as painful as it does.

there was nothing but confusion that clouded your mind the following days. you were trying to reason with yourself why he’d ever break up with you. 

your boyfriend is the sweetest yet most comforting guy you’ve ever known. or at least, was. you thought there must be something wrong with you.

everything reminded you of him. back then, you thought you hit the lottery when he landed as your first love as well as your first boyfriend. you never doubted your relationship, he was always there for you whenever you needed him and you never turned him down if he needed a shoulder. 

every waking moment after the breakup felt plain to you. habits and hobbies turned more of a chore, some of the things you did were picked up from his habits.

you were quiet about your breakup. it took a total of 13 days until anyone found out. your friends having to fish it out of you when they felt how quiet and more zoned out you’ve become.

for three months, jake’s name was not allowed to be uttered. it was a rule your friend made. she knew anything correlated to him could tip you off, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. 

she didn’t know that you’d still visit his old album from time to time just to feel something. to remember all the ways he loved you and all the ways he wasn’t there to, anymore.

you can’t let go the feeling of how he would hug you, all the times he would kiss you giggles filling out every corner of the room. the moments he’d lay on the bed with you, whispering sweet nothings lulling you to sleep.

you still can feel all of that, a ghost of the past you were never willing to let go.

you wished time could heal all of you completely. because now when you swore you have finally started to move on, he has his body slumped on yours, breath fanning your neck.

“jake?” you curse yourself from how quiet it came out. your voice wavering, your breath shallow before you slowly walk in, his body still slumped on yours.

he hummed, “i missed you” he dug his head deeper into your neck, making you physically sick.

you tug him off, stabling him by his shoulders and you wished you didn’t. you could see his state now. his hair was all messed up, face tinted red from drinking and he had that pout. his eyes attempting to blink itself awake as he looks at you through sleepy eyes.

“jake” you say again, finding your voice. that pout of his grew at your tone.

“don’t you miss me?” he asks, voice so soft you almost gave in. his hands still hover on your waist and you’d lie if you said you weren’t fully aware of it. 

“i’ll grab you some water” you say, walking out of his reach. the heat from his body slowly seeping away as you walk to grab a glass of water.

you turn back to see him sat on the couch, his head laying on the arm rest, legs sprawled sideways. tapping him on the shoulder, his eyes crease open along with that smile of his. your heart clenched.

he grabs the cup and downs it in one gulp, “thank you” he says quietly.

when you were about to grab it and walk back to the kitchen, jake had tugged your shirt causing you to topple on top of him on the couch. 

“you haven’t said you missed me back” he said, head buried in your hair, breathing you in. 

you gathered all of you to push against him and stand up, “jake, stop”

“i know you’re sober”

it barely showed, but you could see the slight waver of his smile.

“i miss you” he says for the third time tonight, eyes open but still slightly glazed.

“you’re being selfish” tears start to well up. it’s overwhelming to say the least. how could he just show up at your doorstep months later giving you false hope? after everything he’s made you go through.

“i know” he starts, sitting up slightly, “and i know i have no right to come back here begging for you to come back. but i miss you”

“you should leave” you look away.

“please”

“jake”

“i’m sorry” he says, “but i’ll do better this time”

maybe it was those eyes that convinced you, or the sliver of sincerity you pretended to see in his eyes or maybe once again it was that voice that allured you. but you gave in. 

he brought you in for a kiss. one that you’ve undoubtedly miss all these months of being apart. jake just knew how to bring you back into his arms. he held you all night long and between the kiss and the cuddling, you dozed into a sleep you haven’t felt for months.

you shifted, you peek at the light hitting your eyes from the slip of the curtains. 

you rolled over, the space beside you, cold. 

you sat up, the blanket falling off your body as you looked around the living room. trying to grasp at the hazy memory of last night.

the table in front of the couch is neat. when your eyes focused there was a scrap of paper placed on it.

‘i don’t deserve you, i’m sorry

-love, j’

© junislqve 2024. liking, commenting, and rebloging are appreciated.

[tinytalkingtina]

Fancy Falling Into You Here

Written for the August @steddiemicrofic prompt, using the word "plug" and 437 words.

437 words | Rating T | Ao3 link

On their first date, Steve and Eddie come to realize they had first met under much more embarrassing circumstances.

Tags: EMT Steve, Coffee shop owner/clumsy Eddie, first date, minor injuries (nothing described in detail), modern AU, embarrassment, BBC's Sherlock haunting all of us when plugging in our phones

Inspired by @dreamwatch for making me think of steddifying this post! Author's notes under the cut

"G-d damn BBC Sherlock," Eddie grumbled as he fumbled plugging his phone into its charging cable for a third time. "Stupid Benedict Cumberbatch and his weird attractive cheekbones." 

A snort from the couch reminded him he actually had company, oops.

Eddie gave his date a grin. "Sorry, I'd love to say that I'm normally as graceful as a swan or something, but as you've seen, unfortunately abject clumsiness is par for the course. It's a miracle my coffee shop's still standing."

It was fine. He could still salvage this and come off as less of a disgruntled sad wet cat man to Smooth Hottie with Glasses and That ButtTM of daily matcha latte with oat milk order fame. Still, Hottie (who went by "Steve", apparently) didn't really seem turned off by Eddie's whole deal. He just laughed.

"Oh, trust me, I've seen much worse. My first year as an EMT, we got a call to a college dorm. This unlucky dude fell off the top bunk and somehow broke both legs and an arm.”

Eddie froze, his quest to charge his phone completely forgotten.

“Plus the guy managed to down the shade on the way too, honestly it was an impressive amount of damage from a 4 foot drop," Steve continued on, oblivious. “One of the funniest calls me and my partner have gotten, and we once had to take care of someone who accidentally fell on a Buzz Lightyear toy and somehow got it stuck up their—you okay man?"

"I panicked and thought the cord would hold my weight." Eddie hid his face in his hands.

"Oh shit. You're 'broke all his bones man'?”

This was a nightmare. "Oh my G-d, I was so woozy. Please tell me I didn’t say anything weird.”

“You asked if I could ‘kiss your booboos better.’ Guess you’ve grown out your hair since?”

"I had to buzz it all off that semester because I had an Incident with some gum," Eddie groaned. "You can go now, I won't hold it against you."

He heard Steve slide closer. "And what makes you think your whole 'Bambi on ice' thing isn't working for me?"

Eddie cracked open an eye. "You sure about that?"

"Pretty sure," he said with a wink. "Plus, if you meet my friend Robin, she's known me since high school. Which means she unfortunately has photos of my braces years. You’re gonna have to stick around long enough to see em."

Eddie stared. Smooth Hottie still wanted him somehow? "Okay Big Boy, looks like I will." 

Steve smiled back. “Good. Now, lean back, I owe you a few kisses.”

Authors notes:

In case you weren't on Tumblr in the early-mid 2010's and remain blissfully unaware of BBC's Sherlock, please watch this clip to understand why Eddie is cursing Benedict Cumberbatch when he fails to plug in his phone fully sober

Eddie, Jeff, and Chrissy run a little coffee shop (complete with monthly open mic/karaoke nights) that EMTs Steve and Robin frequent. Not to worry, Robin will eventually meet her future wife Vickie at the shop after Vickie wins her heart with a rendition of "Before He Cheats."

Originally I had injured Eddie ask Steve about his biblically accurate angel form, but since I decided that Eddie's accident took place around 2010, and the angel meme only took off in 2020, I rewrote the line to be about kissing his booboos. Let's pretend this happens after a separate accident befalls Eddie (he'll be fine): Eddie: Ouch, I was out of it after they gave me the painkillers. I think I called you an angel? Steve: Yeah, you asked if my biblically accurate form had eyes as pretty as my human ones.

[steddieas-shegoes]

if i could turn back time

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'time travel' rated t wc: 997 cw: mention of canonical character death tags: fix-it, light angst, happy ending, first kiss

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"I'm telling you Robin, this is probably when things went wrong!"

"And I'm telling you, things probably went wrong in the 60s! This isn't gonna change anything!"

Eddie shouldn't have been listening by the door of the RV, especially not when they thought he was hiding in the back, but he couldn't help his curious nature.

Curiosity killed the cat, but it entertained the banished.

"What are you gonna do, huh? Stay with him and Dustin? Sacrifice yourself? I'm not letting you do that!"

Eddie's brows raised.

"No, but with the three of us, we can remember to close everything off this time so none of us have to sacrifice ourselves. It keeps us all safe."

The voice suddenly stopped and Eddie barely managed to get away from the door before it was flying open and Steve was storming inside.

Alone.

Robin must have gone to help the kids and Nancy with their weapons.

Steve sat down on the couch, put his head in his hands, and groaned.

"Alright there, big boy?"

Steve jumped, his face turning to see Eddie awkwardly standing in the doorway to the back.

"Fine, yeah. Just stressed," Steve relaxed a bit, though Eddie could still see his white knuckles against his knees and his jaw clenching.

"You and Robin having a lover's quarrel out there?" Eddie asked, knowing damn well they weren't together.

He didn't have to know to know that Robin wasn't interested in Steve for the same reason Eddie wasn't interested in Robin.

"We just don't see eye to nose on some things," Steve shrugged. "She knows I'm right, she's just stubborn."

Ignoring the eye to nose comment would go down as one of the most impressive feats of Eddie's life, but he decided to focus on finding out what they were actually arguing about.

"She thinks you're gonna get hurt?" Eddie asked, moving over to the couch.

"More like killed."

Eddie couldn't hide the flinch at his harsh words.

"None of us are gonna die, man. We've got a plan."

"Yeah," Steve sighed. "I'd feel better if I was with you and Dustin though."

"I won't let anything happen to him," Eddie said softly.

He knew how much Steve cared for Dustin, felt that same protectiveness for the kid.

"It's not him I'm worried about."

"I'll be fine. I mean, even if not, it's not like we're friends. You'll all be fine," Eddie shrugged.

Maybe a part of him actually believed that, believed that everyone would go about their days if something happened to him. He didn't think anyone but Wayne would actually miss him, and he'd be fine eventually.

Steve was blinking at him.

"No, we won't." Steve's hand grabbed his knee, squeezing. "You think you don't matter to us, but you do. You have no idea how much you mean to everyone. When something happens to you, none of us will ever be the same."

Eddie's mouth felt dry, and then it hit him what Steve said.

"When?"

Steve's eyes widened.

"I meant if!"

"Steve. Does this magic girl you keep talking about know something? Did someone talk to her?" Eddie stood up and started pacing. "I know I said it'd be fine if something happened to me, but I'd rather not know. And now I'm thinkin' you might know something I don't and maybe Robin does too and-"

Steve grabbed his face between his hands, his grip almost hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Eds, I promise you, I am not letting anything happen to you. Not this time."

Eddie had a million questions, but as he looked into Steve's haunted eyes, he decided to wait.

He decided to trust Steve Harrington.

"Okay. Nothing's gonna happen to me."

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When Eddie made it back through the gate in the trailer, a few bruises on his shoulders and arms, but alive, Steve was there.

Looking at him in a way Eddie couldn't quite recognize.

And then touching him in a way Eddie wouldn't have expected.

His hands were everywhere, feeling along his arms and neck and shoulders, taking inventory of his bruises and cuts, the one bite mark he had on his side.

"You're okay?" He asked breathlessly.

"I'm okay." Eddie responded, just as breathless. "Steve. I'm okay."

His tone made Steve stop what he was doing and look in his eyes.

"Fuck, Eddie," Steve fell into him, pushing his face into his neck, breathing Eddie in as Eddie wrapped his arms around him.

"You gonna tell him or should I?" Robin asked from behind them.

Steve just whimpered in response and Eddie felt a wetness against his skin.

"Are you crying?" he asked, trying to push him away to see if he was okay, but Steve just held him harder.

"He's just happy you didn't die this time," Robin said.

"This time?"

"Yeah. You died the first time and it destroyed him. When we woke up back here, he spent so long trying to focus on you living, he forgot we had a real job to do. No offense."

"None taken," Eddie said. "Stevie, you gotta breathe."

Steve had started gasping for air against him, his whole body shaking as he came down from the adrenaline.

It took ten minutes, a cleared out room, and gentle hands massaging his back for Steve to calm down.

But Eddie sat with him and held him, talked him through whatever he was feeling and assuring him that he was okay.

"We all made it, sweetheart," Eddie whispered against the top of his head.

Steve stiffened in his arms, then instantly relaxed.

"Was it..." Eddie let out a long breath. "Before. When I died. Were we something?"

Steve shook his head and Eddie tried not let the disappointment be visible.

"We weren't yet. But I think we would have been. I wanted to be. Didn't get the chance."

"But this time you do."

Steve's lips pressed against his collar, lingering for a minute before he pulled back.

"This time we do."

[coleskingdom]

Want Me To Prove It

Will Ospreay x F Reader

Minors DNI NSFW

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

The tension between Will and I could be cut with a knife, the cat and mouse game had been fun, but I had made one snide remark and now you regretted ever saying it. The two of you had toyed with each other for weeks, the innuendos, then he had held a candy bar out of your reach, and the words that now haunted you when you said “ I don’t beg” his eyes flashed at the words, and a new game had begun.

“What do you mean we are sharing a room?” As he handed me a room key. “Why are you so nervous?” as he took my bag off my shoulder grazing my my arm as he did leading us towards the elevator. “ I’m not nervous just irritated, I don’t like sharing “ he stood behind me as he leaned in “Good neither do I” his low whisper felt on my neck I involuntarily shivered at his words.

I walked towards the room using the key to let us in. “ One bed seriously Will it’s one thing for us to be in a room together, but the same bed.” my eyes on his, “You’ve been in my bed before love, are you afraid I’m going to be a bit of naughty boy.” his grin made me weak in the knees. “ You’re not wrong but we’d watch a movie and then I’d go back to my room.” putting my phone down. “ Yeah and what would you do when you’d get back to your room?” his eyes on me, “Sleep Will, I’d go to sleep.” frustration and irritation in my voice, if he’d only knew the things I did and thoughts I had about him. Looking at him now though he looked as if he was reading my mind. “Y/N it’s one night, I’m just giving you a hard time, I’ll be a proper gentleman. I’m just giving you shit. I’m sorry if I took it too far.” his voice softer. “You’re fine, it’s me, I’m stressed and it’s been a rough day. It’s not your fault, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.” reaching for my bag. “You haven’t eaten all day, I’ll order food, go shower, by the time you’re done. Food will be here and we can watch whatever you want.” he was always looking after me, but to be fair I was always looking after him as well.

I took a long shower psyching myself up that I was perfectly capable of sleeping next to that perfect man without it being an issue. He’s my friend, if I’m honest he’s my person. I put on my shorts and my favorite T-shirt messy bun my stomach in knots.

I opened the door, and there he was shirtless, and in those damn gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. He brought in the food, and set it on the table, turning he sees me staring at him. “See something you want?” leaving the food and walking towards me my back against the wall.

“ I bet I can make you beg” Will’s eyes scanning you, you focus on his lips, where he’s peeking his tongue out a little bit.

“I don’t beg” your voice portraying confidence your body doesn’t feel as he leans in his elbows enclosing you against the wall

“ Want me to prove it then” his words your undoing as he leans into kiss me, his lips softer than I had imagined. He pulls back slightly to see if he’s misread the situation. I close the last inch parting our lips, teasing his tongue for a second before he seizes control, dominating the moment the way he always does.Tasting, sucking, nipping, devouring me. "You think I'll get right into it, don't you?" he humorously hums in my mouth. "Love.. I haven't even started yet. You've no idea what you're getting into with me. I'll make you beg for more even while you're coming undone.”He nudges my chin with his nose, hot lips latching onto the delicate skin of my throat, sucking, pecking, biting between words. My mind focuses on him, every sense starved for his words and touch..

“Will, please" my eyes find his, “Please what? Tell me and I’ll give you what you need.”his mouth on my neck still, “ I want you, I need you, I b….” His hands move so fast that I’m naked and on the bed with him over me my hands on the waist band of the sweatpants tugging them down , he manages to kick them the rest of the way off.

"What do you taste like?" he muses.The question isn't aimed at me. More like he's voicing his own thoughts, twirling his tongue over my pebbled nipple. He toys the other between his fingers, pinching, rolling, and driving me wild.

Satisfied with my hips arching off the mattress, pleading for more, he grips my thighs, pushes my legs back, then rests my ankles over his shoulders. The first tiny kiss to my mound forces the air from my lungs.

"You're trouble," I sigh. "Stop teasing." “Teasing is the best part, sweet girl”

Spreading me with his thumbs, he licks me slowly, bottom to top, dragging the flat of his tongue up and over my clit. And then he sucks. Hard. The move lights up my body and my thighs quiver in time with a surprised gasp.”You taste like mine." I grasp his hair, forcing him back down, and feel him smile against me.

"Greedy... needy... pretty

little thing." He punctuates every word with a thorough lick, and then... the show begins.

"Oh my," I mewl, fisting his hair.

"Will.” He doesn't respond with words.Instead, he slides one finger inside, timing the thrusts with the flicks of his tongue. He doesn't let me come when the orgasm looms close by. He eases off, kissing and biting my inner thigh as his hands knead my hips. He does it again but this time “ Y/N look at me, tell me how much you want to come.” eyes. “ Will please let me come.”His head drops down, torturing my clit with his tongue. I'm so ready for the orgasm it's mere seconds before it hits. I'm vaguely aware I've clamped my thighs around his head, holding him hostage as he licks me through the release.

"I've got you, love."He's suddenly closer, higher, his arms flush to my sides. He kisses me as in one long, slow thrust almost has me coming again. He drives himself home, letting out a low growl that forces my body into high alert.

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing his lips to my forehead. "So wet. So tight... so fucking mine.”His movements are slow, caring,tender. So slow so thorough that I feel every inch of him. His grip on my waist is nothing short of possessive. His thrusts calculated to drive me crazy. His light eyes filled with emotion, the pace is not frantic or mindless. Like with everything he does it builds to the moment every nibbling, biting kiss, every time he sinks into me, every push meticulous...as I come hard, tears fall from my eyes as I understand everything so clearly. Not changing the pace one bit as he drives himself home over again. The weight of his big body pinning me to the mattress magnifies how erotic this feels. How close we are. I feel him come inside me, the groan the restraint, the little moan as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.

My arms wraparound him keeping him there, for this moment it all makes perfect sense. I’m afraid of what I’ll see when the moment is over. “Y/N “as he turns his head into the side of my neck. “Yeah” my words not knowing what’s coming next. He rolls off of me , laying on his side, “ hey look at me, you don’t get to hide from me. If we need to talk let’s talk.” His hand brushing my cheek “ what if? “ I began “ What if what?” his tone gentle “ What if all of this just made perfect fucking sense, and I don’t know if I can go back to how we were before?” I hear him let out his breath as I close my eyes realizing the absolute truth and vulnerability in my words. “Y/N please open your eyes. Look at me, I don’t want to go back.”

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All Cats Are Grey (dp x dc)

Thomas Blake has been having a day, well no, he’s been having a life actually, but he’s been good at not letting the self-loathing win these days and he’s not giving up on that progress today. 

Still.

It’s the anniversary of his pride’s murder and Lawton’s face is hard to look at. 

Venice is a nice place to get lost in though, and he is desperately in need of some alone time lest he starts thinking too hard and ends up stabbing Lawton.

He walks up a bridge and leans against the railing, staring down into the water below, where the moon’s reflection shines.

"You got a lot on your mind?" a voice sounds from somewhere behind him.

He swivels but is met with nothing more than the canal.

"Up here," the voice sounds again and as Blake looks up, he finds himself looking at a white-haired flying little girl.

He blinks for a moment but the girl is still there.

"Yes?" The girl asks innocently. He narrows his eyes at the too-wide green eyes.

Ok, if she wants to play it like that. 

Blake consciously relaxes himself before shrugging. "Just memories."

"Oh yeah," the girl nods sagely. "Those are wild. Only been having them for a year, but boy are they a trip."

The man doesn’t offer any reaction behind a sympathetic hum to the weird info drop. If he’s playing the game and he’s damn well sure going to win it. "What about you, what’s kept you awake?"

The girl pulls a face. "Couldn’t find a bed I liked."

"Too hard or too soft, goldilocks?" His lips are pulling into a smile despite himself.

"Too haunted," the girl answers, deadpan. "This city is crowded, my dude."

Blake raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

The girl nods. "There’s gotta be something in the water, I’m telling you."

He looks down into the dark waters, as he remembers every warning he’s been given about taking a dip in the canals, and he’s tempted to agree.

"You got money?" The girl asks non-sequitur.

"Some," he says, wanting to see where this is going.

"I know a gelato place not too far that should still be open," the girl says. "I’ll show you if you get me a nocciola cone."

Blake looks up into the kid’s glowing eyes and smiles.

"Deal."

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mha kacchako!smau

disclaimer: if you don't like kacchako step away. this smau is only for fun. also this is gonna be filled with a lot of curses or expletives because bakugo.

genre: comedy, romance, slow burn, crack, tooth-rotting fluff summary: After the big war of today's generation, the popularity of Class 2A skyrocketed even before their debut as Pro-Heroes. Which comes with a price. The most popular students in class are getting way too much attention to the extent of being stalked. So, the students brainstormed ideas on how put a halt on these harrassments. Or; Class 2A opts for Bakugo and Uraraka to fake date to get rid of each other's strange fans. ship: Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (My Hero Academia)

**paragraphs are present for this part. **

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katsuki semi-slams the cluster of books on the table. not loud enough to be glared at by the librarian for the second time, but loud enough to express his vexation over his project partner's tardiness. it has been well over 5 minutes, where the hell is she?

he pushes his phone away with a grunt, opening one of the books to start studying. twenty minutes already passed. he's never one to waste time.

thinking about this had him pissed off again.

"she's in charge of collecting homework today." the two-toned boy sitting across katsuki reminded, not sparing a single glance at the latter. "just saying. in case you forgot."

katsuki huffed through his nose. "of course i knew that." he did not. he did forget, so he mentally forgave his cheeky partner for not showing up at the designated time. doesn't change the fact that ochako didn't bother give him a heads up before she left!

"guess it's fine she isn't here yet," the raven-head sitting beside shoto spoke and rested a palm over her chin, observing the blond. katsuki noticed neither of them mentioned ochako's name on purpose. kyoka continued, leaning a little closer to whisper, "not much onlookers today."

she made a good point. it's rare on occasion to see the library be not filled to the brim with curious students openly watching them like hawks. it was a curse to be popular.

"aren't you a girl, too?"

"probably not."

katsuki raised his eyebrow at kyoka for the dumb response, which the raven-head shrugged at in deadpan.

it's 'cause kyoka is taken.

guess fangirls knew to respect a relationship, even if one hasn't been established yet. this left a shudder down the blond's spine. the word 'dating' has been haunting him recently. let's think about something else.

why isn't uraraka ochako here yet?

katsuki has already had the one page he's been reading over and over memorized while waiting. he could've started by himself but she borrowed his laptop to work on her part of the report. this was getting nowhere. he checked the time on his phone. 5:45 pm.

"if you need her so bad, why don't you go look for her?"

he absolutely did not like the teasing tone underneath kyoka's voice and it didn't help that he found her smiling at him like a damn cheshire cat. she's definitely mina's friend.

the twitch on katsuki's eye was beyond his control. "she ain't lost." he checked the messages on his phone for good measure, earning a snicker from the girl.

"it seems to me you're worried about her," shoto finally spoke again while taking his time writing notes for his report. "the way your leg has been bouncing up and down under the table the last several minutes is annoying, bakugo."

katsuki didn't even realize his anxiety was showing. wait, anxiety? who's anxious?! god-

fine.

he considers ochako a friend now, maybe. a friendship orchestrated by a frog every lunch break. whatever. sure. it's harmless to admit he's worried about her whereabouts and it's not weird just because she's a girl.

girls are so fucking weird.

"she could be terrorized by that kid that likes her, for all i know," katsuki blurted out of nowhere.

"so you are worried about her?" kyoka questioned.

"whatever you wanna call it." katsuki was tired.

"how sweet. hope you get worried about me, too." katsuki considered shoving a book in shoto's mouth.

"anyway, if it helps," kyoka's earlobe jack slithers back up to its original length and twirls it around at the blond like a pointer finger casting a spell at him. "there's a familiar giggle i heard in the hallway. that should be her."

as if on reflex, katsuki stood up from his seat, catching the attention of both his classmates. he blinked.

"i'mma go piss."

"gross."

"sure. of course, you are."

he nodded at no one, "be right back," and exits the library. he paid no mind to the stares bored onto his back by those two. they already know where he's actually headed anyway.

shoving both his hands in his pockets, katsuki walked down the halls and roamed his eyes discreetly around the long corridor. also completely passed the restrooms as he did. he'll go later. from a few feet away, he finally found the very girl he's wondered where the hell has been all this time, talking with a dude.

jesus, could you tell her to get a room? katsuki rolled his eyes before turning around about to leave her there until ochako saw him. her cheery, jolly expression then immediately turned sour. she widened her eyes at him, brows furrowed, lips pursed tightly. katsuki thought she looked like she was about to let out a fat shit while the dude with her was turned away, trying to find something from his backpack.

wait.

wait.

ochako's expression now looked like she was about to cry while letting out a fat shit. he pieced it together. right in front of her was the same dude trying to get into her pants even after getting rejected over and over. from the looks of it, she could be signalling katsuki to offer her help.

now, what was he supposed to do???

he scratched his head and watched as ochako still made a crying face at him. flailing an arm to get him to come until she quickly snapped out of it, back to her fake smile when her stalker turned to her again and gave her unwanted undivided attention. katsuki was very tired.

"oi, cheeks."

he finally approached. the stalker turned to the direction of the voice and flinched at the sight of the very bakugo katsuki looming behind him. that's right, get scared. "i've been waiting for an hour for you and this is where you've been?"

that wasn't a lie. though an hour was an exaggeration, but nevertheless the sense of relief painted on ochako's face was absolutely priceless. what have they been talking about for her to react like this from getting found?

"sorry, bakugo-kun! a bunch of stuff happened so," the brunette sheepishly responded and slid away from the other kid. she stood right next to katsuki like a little cat that got sprayed with water.

she turned back to the first year, presenting her usual chirpy self, "anyway, asahi-kun! what were you saying?" as if she actually cared about what he said at this point.

the kid, apparently called asahi, had his mouth agape. his eyes shifted back-and-forth from ochako to katsuki. must have been confused by the combination. "i was about to ask if you're free to go to an exhibit with me this friday?!" the ahashi kid held out the tickets to her face.

ochako made this strange apologetic look as she said, "oh, i'm sorry. we're workin' on our assignment. i'm sure you'll find somebody else to hang out with!"

oof.

wow, she's had it, huh?

that is not something ochako would usually say.

the look of confusion rather than dejected sadness that resulted on the azashitty's face was katsuki's answer. he must've been incredibly egotistic to only be confused ochako had rejected him. "then what about another day? are you free-"

alright. katsuki got the gist of it.

"are we done here?"

his voice exploded from the patience that has been lost since he left the library, startling the kid in the process. "she said no, didn't she? the hell are you still yapping for? you really think over-insisting would get her to say yes? you made out of fucking gold or something?"

"don't be too loud, bakugo-kun."

"wh- w- what's it to you?! m- mind your own business!" he looked like he was about to pee on the spot. a wimp, after all.

"'mind my own business,' he says," katsuki scoffed, maintaining eye contact with the first year. indimidation works so why not use more of it. "what if i told you it is my business? i'm the one she's hanging out with this friday anyway." it's for their project but he can be smug about that too.

ochako badly wanted to roll her eyes to the back of her head, but she didn't. "let's just go to the library." she tried to avoid the whole debacle and go back but katsuki held her in place. he wrapped an arm around her neck.

this felt ominous.

"y- you? okay? what's that supposed to mean?" the kid seemed to be bothered at the sudden skinship. ochako and katsuki were always seen together, in the same group of friends. to add, ochako has always been the clingy type of friend. she's found to be linking arms with, holding hands with, resting her head against her closest friends from class but never with katsuki. the very dude that disliked skinship, a complete opposite of ochako.

so, what's going on right now could very well be a nightmare fuel.

ochako sighed. "well, he isn't wrong.

"we're partners fo-"

"we're dating."

there was silence.

the partners made eye contact. one just as surprised as the other. ochako stared right at him with crazy eyes. katsuki guessed she must've been losing it inside.

"WHAT?" but not as much as the kid before them.

the blond decided to stand his ground, breaking eye contact with the girl in his arm. "yeah," his voice cracked.

"uraraka-senpai!" the kid shifted his attention to the poor internally spiraling ochako. he just doesn't stop, doesn't he? "since when? why haven't you told me anything?! all this time i've just been stupidly chasing over someone that's taken?!"

ochako's eyebrows furrowed at the demand for an explanation. as well as the absurdity of this conversation. especially from a literal extra. "i think we're done here, asahi-kun. i would like for you to stop bothering me anymore, or i will actually call faculty on you."

ochako unhooked katsuki's arm dangling around her and held his hand, pulling him to the library with her. they walked silently, or not considering the incoherent shouts coming from a certain student.

just now did katsuki realize what he had done.

"holy fucking shit."

ochako stopped to give him a blank stare.

"... my bad."

"remember this is your fault."

"fine."

both students decided it was best to not proceed with their previous objective back at the library.

⸻ part 10: patience wasn't the key

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heights alliance secrets:

denki cried on priv, asking kyoka to unblock him. he apologized.

kyoka was eavesdropping. shoto, too.

toru sent ochako one-word messages frantically that it amounted to over 50 messages notified on ochako's end.

katsuki was then given another reason to save ochako's number.

oh and they went to the courtyard because acads comes first. also, ochako needed some time to chill before coming back to the dorms and be met with interrogation.

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Am I Allowed to Cry?

(((SatoSugu one shot)))

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

‘Why didn’t you chase him?’ 

The words echo in my mind, 

haunting me as I stare 

at the bare wall of my dorm room 

where photos used to stay. 

It was my responsibility as a jujutsu sorcerer 

to stop exactly what Suguru caused. 

His smile was so soft. 

He knew I wasn’t going to understand 

and he didn’t even try to convince me. 

He was always like that this last summer. 

Something in him changed after Amanai died. 

I’m pretty sure he had thought I was dead too 

from the look on his face 

when I walked into that room holding her corpse. 

I knew I had changed. 

Being on the brink of death will do that to a person. 

I grip my bedsheets, 

gritting my teeth at the tears 

that burned their way out of my eyes 

against my protest. 

All I remember after that is screaming 

until I heard Shoko’s voice.

“Give him space, 

get out of here! 

Gojo, hey, Gojo-”

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

Do we still talk? 

It would be unwise to indulge the answer to that. 

How they haven’t found me out yet? 

I have no idea. 

They must trust their golden boy enough 

to not assume that he would be 

in the bed of a criminal after long missions, 

dressing my wounds, 

always stretching out the time. 

He explained himself. 

Adopted two little girls- 

I can’t blame him for doing what he did, 

but I would never say that out loud. 

This world is… horrible. 

We know that better than anyone I suppose.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Staring at my phone screen, 

my scrolling through pointless pictures 

paused by his text; 

When are you coming over next? 

Simple, but he always did get straight to the point. 

My finger absent-mindedly twirls 

around the black cat phone charm that he got for me- 

something I had claimed I’d won in a random gacha pull, 

but I knew the truth and that’s all that mattered. 

Part of me needed him with me, 

even if I couldn’t admit it. 

I want to drop everything and run to him 

every 

damn 

time. 

Soon. I text back, 

locking my phone and letting my arm drop, 

painted fingertips grazing over sheets 

he will never see again.

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

“How long are you going to do this, Gojo?” 

Shoko quizzes me, 

her face holds a touch of disapproval 

but not disappointment. 

I just look at her. 

Does she really expect me to give an answer for that? 

Until the day I die. 

I want to say. 

Want to scream.

I can’t even give an actual answer 

because all that would give is 

confirmation that I still see the ‘traitor’. 

She knows. 

She has to. 

She… saw how badly it broke me- 

feelings I never want to unleash again. 

“What are you talking about?” 

I finally ask, 

eyes begging her to drop it through sunglasses. 

She just pulls out her cigarette box silently, 

flipping the top open 

and holding it in my direction, offering. 

I take one.

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

“S-Satoru~” 

His liquor soaked breath stutters in the dark 

as I work my art on him, 

messy kisses to the insides of his thighs, 

leaving marks that will only be known to us. 

His hands are tangled in my hair loosely, 

tightening every moment he feels good. 

He refuses to be quiet, 

but I couldn’t complain. 

“A God amongst men, 

and you’re begging for me.” 

I state breathlessly, 

smirking up at him. 

He just hums in pure amusement.

“You always were so cocky~” 

he chides, 

hips bucking when my lips find his leaking head.

“You were saying?” I ask.

“Mm-mmm~” he says as he pushes my mouth onto his cock. 

I can’t help but give him what he wants.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

Shoko notices the hickey I tried my hardest to cover 

almost immediately. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

Deny. 

“The girl I was with wasn’t really as careful as I asked her to be.” 

I bluffed, laughing. 

Her eyes questioned deeper, 

but not her voice. 

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

“You know this can’t last forever Satoru.” He says. 

I clench my jaw. 

Of course I know that. 

Why did he feel the need to bring this up again? 

His hands are so gently painting my fingernails black. 

It was his way of being intimate without having to admit it. 

I secretly loved having any trace of him on me that I could get. 

I don’t want to respond to him, 

I just want to stay here, 

at this moment. 

Forever. 

I never wanted him to stop holding my hands so preciously.

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

“At least curse at me a little at the very end.” 

His smile is still so soft even with blood everywhere. 

I just fall to my knees, 

eyes filled with traumas no one should have to see. 

“If I had noticed… 

If I saw how badly it destroyed you… 

would it have changed anything?” 

I’m speaking before I can think it through.

“Perhaps…” He coughs, breathing sharp, 

“But then again… probably not.” 

The tears are falling before I can stop them. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

I can't get my voice above a whisper.

“It’s not your fault, my one and only.” 

My one and only…

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

“Satoru.” 

The voice of a ghost speaks from behind me and I falter, 

if only for a moment. 

Suguru…? 

I turn. 

I’m trapped again, 

but this time it’s real. 

Is it really so bad to die if it’s at his hands? 

Horror written all over my face- 

that’s his body, but that isn’t him.

Am I allowed to cry?

My soul knows otherwise…

[tastefulstars]

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Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | smut

Steve has a Bad Day

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader x Steve Harrington | Steve has had the worst day, you and Eddie help him relax.

Fever

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | Eddie and Steve are out late, you decide to entertain yourself while you wait for them to come home.

Wanted U

Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington | A night out on the town ended in the arms of two handsome strangers.

Pretty Girl

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | An encounter at a bar leads to a one night stand, that leads to a spending the weekend, which just may lead to more.

Kiss the Stars/Kiss my Scars

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | angst

And I fell, I fell

Eddie Munson x F!Reader | You interview Eddie and fall in love.

First Class

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | Steve fucks you in his car.

He's with the Band

Steve Harrington x F!Reader | You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you.

Keep me Close

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get to see a side of Billy that no one else has.

You and Me

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | request fill soft!billy following around r wherever she goes.

(If this ain't love) Why Does it Feel so Good?

Billy Hargrove x F!Reader | You get fed up and put Billy in his place.

Gimme Love

Jim Hopper x F!Reader | You’re fed up with being ignored so you decide to make Hopper notice you.

The Hunt

M!Werewolf x F!Reader | Running barefoot through the forest was probably a bad idea, but the adrenaline coursing through your body didn’t give you time to regret your choice. 

The Summoning

M!Demon x M!Reader | A scholar attempts to change history by summoning a demon, only it doesn’t go as planned. 

Bite

F!Vampire x F!Reader | A moment between a Vampire and her human lover.

Captured

Hellhound + Captured

Billy Hargrove

sub!billy being loved on

Eddie Munson | gen

playing with Eddie's hair Eddie's habit of poking his tongue out defending Eddie against bullies playing d&d with Eddie rockstar with fanboy Eddie Eddie falling in love with a badass waking up with Eddie eddie taking care of you massaging eddie nervous eddie talking about your plans

Steve Harrington | gen

waking up with Steve Steve not wanting you to get involved

Billy + Eddie + Steve | gen

confessing to wanting all of them your asshole parents confront you

Eddie + Steve | gen

being sandwiched between them they take care of you when sick doing Eddie's makeup Eddie and Reader choosing chaos realizing they all love each other reader decking someone in front of them labyrinth au

[bam-bi-buck]

911 8x05 Spoilers

The Han-Wilson family pic 🥺

They’re besties and family

Karen wanting Hen to go trick or treating with them because it’s Mara’s first with them 😭

Speaking of, we know that Mara is back with the Wilsons & that they got their foster license back but have they gotten to adopt her yet? I hope we get to actually see that

Then the haunted house - the 126 (I see what y’all did there 😉)

The Hen & Eddie talk about closed doors 😭 I’m just an aunt and I still get it, they grow up so fast

Love Hen & Chim being scary but not Eddie lol

You didn’t sell it man!

Buck is so good with kids… except on holidays 😭🤣

Called him Billy Boils - I see what y’all are doing there

“Home safe” “Home safe” 🥺

“This is not my fault”

I absolutely agree baby it’s not your fault

The dude with the pumpkin on his head

That family is so sweet 🥹

It’s still a little funny - Chim 🤣

Awww Chim missing Jee’s first trick or treat 😭

“Lube flying in” 🤣

The rotting pumpkin ����

Buck getting hurt just as he mentions dumb ways to get hurt 🤕

Eddie being so nonchalant while Tommy’s looking at Buck like 🤨

Stop laughing at my boy! Both of you!!

Karen & Hen’s argument 😭

I get Karen’s frustration

The big moments are important 😭

The sadness in Karen’s voice 😭😭😭

I get what Hen’s saying though, it’s not really fair if only one could get off but I think it would be slightly more fair if it was Chim because then Denny and Mara would have Karen and Jee would have Chim but I get that they’re bffs and wouldn’t feel right doing that to each other 🥺

Buck’s web spiral - the man’s got the ADHD

I really want canon ADHD Buck this season

“Isn’t that how it usually happened?” Really got my mom lol she repeated it like twice

“Evan don’t feel out!”

Like you just did?!? Come on, man you’re a first responder don’t they teach you to tone down your responses? 😭

Defile his corpse seems a bit much

To bad juju? 🤣🤣🤣

Both me and my mom giggled at lot at that

Buck going off while Eddie & Tommy are trying to be rational

You’re gonna lose that $5, Eddie

Maddie’s cat ears 🥰

Josh’s mustache

“The suns down” “Buckle up”

Love the Maddie - Josh Besties

Buck going off on Eddie and staring him DOWN

Eddie grabbing the five before Buck even says he owes him 🤣

Those two scenes together were so funny

I’m surprised Buck wasn’t sent home by Bobby

Omgod the clown car

How many clowns were in that thing?

Did you eat peanuts too? 🤣

The dude calling to say I’m chasing children because they egged my house

What is wrong with you??

DENNY!!!

Denny pushed Mara out of the way 😭

Karen’s trying so hard to be strong

Internal bleeding - god damn it

The soft little “moms” I’m legit crying

Hen freezing and Karen getting her out of it 😭

Karen and Denny are the same blood type 😭

Declan’s, Aisha’s, & Tracie’s acting was heartbreakingly good, my chest actually aches 😭

The field blood transfusion and the upright compressions 😭

Chim’s pain when he says the pulse isn’t registering and the pain in Hen & Karen’s eyes 😭

9-1-1 really said y’all got your laughs now here’s a god damn sucker punch to the gut 🥊

Everyone at the hospital

“This is just my face”

“I wasn’t picking” “you were picking” 🤣

Everyone’s immediate relief, they’re a family your honor 🥹

“I know how to beak the curse”

Eddie’s reaction 🤣

Karen, “I knew that the only reason you didn’t pick up was because you were answering another call”

“This isn’t a curse but a cry for help”

Eddie’s house still being decorated even though Christopher isn’t there

Buck really is so kind but sweetheart don’t join a dead criminal’s posse, please

Tommy: “please lift it”

Me and mama, “oh! Thought you didn’t believe it!”

I’ve missed the voice overs, I hope they continue to do that

Promo: are they trying to put that kid down there without a harness?

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 6- The Case of the Creeping Forest

Episode Overview:

32 total, 8 different words said by 7 characters.

Edwin: 1 Bloody

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 2 Bugger

Crystal: 4 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 2 Hell, 3 God

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit

David: 5 Fuck

Esther: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Cat King: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 God

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 4

Crystal: 12

Jenny: 2

David: 5

Esther: 5

Cat King: 3

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 13

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Hell: 2

Bloody: 1

God: 7

Bugger: 2

Lines:

Crystal: What the hell? I have to pay my rent. I can't be a homeless person with a heart-shaped gem.

Crystal: I want to keep this demon the fuck out.

Crystal: God, I just want to be normal.

Esther: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Esther: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Crystal: God, I feel totally useless.

Charles: I mean, Monty's our mate and all, but Gladys could have buggered off.

Crystal: So no, I didn't read the stupid tree! … Shit.

Jenny: Just like whatever the fuck I am doing is none of yours.

Crystal: It's like he's fucking haunting me.

Crystal: What the hell just happened?

Charles: Nasty Bugger. Any ghost it eats is completely obliterated.

David: Oh no, I'm so fucking scared.

Charles: Don't listen to him Crystal, it's just some sort of a mindfuck, innit?

David: Why the fuck do you smell so weak? What the fuck did you do?

Crystal: I gave up my powers, OK? I got you out of my fucking head. You can't get in anymore, asshole.

David: Now, she's just another fucking terrified lump of human flesh.

Crystal: I am nothing special, So why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?

David: Did you really think that you could beat me with a fucking cricket bat?

Charles: He's wrong you know? You're still pretty damn special.

Crystal: OK, enough uh, emotional bullshit.

Cat King: Oh God, the handsome face, the little kiss, bullshit astrology- he’s luring you into a trap!

Edwin: Even if that were true, you're a bloody crow!

Cat King: Do you hear me? I will stop fucking playing nice!

Esther: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Esther: God, I love final moments.

Esther: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Crystal: Oh my God, are you guys OK?

Jenny: No, stop that bullshit right now.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Niko: Oh my god. (Episode 5)

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[rayshippouuchiha]

I’m the housewife kink anon, but I can’t find the fic!!! No one seems to have a downloaded copy on any of the usually haunts either. Pretty sure the author deleted their account which is a damn shame since they were one of my favs. Not rly surprised tho since they were getting some hate for the pairing when I read it a few yrs ago and I imagine it only got worse. So I’ve decided to outline everything that happened in detail!

So the plot was basically aged up Izuku and yandere Aizawa meet at a pre-raid meeting where some big time hero tries to discount Aizawa’s info and talk over him. But Izuku- Eraserhead has been my obsession since I watched his first sport festival-Midoriya shut that down quick with what was essentially an in depth analysis of how Erasehead is a perfect hero, especially compared to the hero that talked shit.

So yandere Aizawa was obviously like mine and started stalking Izuku who could immediately tell (I think he went abroad to train with All Might after Inko died and then helped dismantle AFO’s base of power internationally thus discovering he was still alive and Izuku ended up killing him w/ All Might) but was honestly just rly turned on by it so allowed it.

At the raid, they ended up in the same section and had impeccable team work the whole time which made both of their internal monologues sound like smug cats. They worked so well together that they kept getting paired up on other raids (all human trafficking rings connected with AFO I think) and eventually Izuku got hurt but wouldn’t tell the medics cuz discrimination trauma and paranoia so Aizawa drags him home to give him stitches.

This is where the domestic fluff and house wife kink kicks in bc Izuku cleans+ bakes+ cooks when he’s bored (which he was since he had to wait for the stitches to heal before he went off to do hero work). So Aizawa, coming back from UA to all this plus Izuku splayed out on the couch like a whole snack smiling up at him saying welcome home, goes fucking feral in his head. And it kinda becomes routine for them and there’s was this one scene where Aizawa wraps his arms around Izuku’s waist as he does dishes and puts his chin on Izuku’s shoulder and strokes over the stitches. I think he was humming a love song Izuku was listening to which was jdjejebdbhsjs.

At this point they both want to jump each other but Izuku is like he’s just being nice to me while Aizawa is like if I allow myself to show how much I want to put a collar on him he’d run so I must be careful. But after the stitches heal Izuku just doesn’t leave bc whenever he half heartedly tries to go back to his apartment something happens where he had to stay (all orchestrated by Aizawa of course). Then Izuku’s like fuck it and just brings all his stuff to Aizawa’s apartment while he’s gone and starts paying half the rent without saying anything. Which Aizawa adores since it obviously means Izuku finally realized that he belongs with him and nowhere else. Let’s just say they didn’t manage to stay off each other for long when Aizawa absently used his scarf to pull Izuku out of his way and called him a good boy.

There was also a concerned all might crew going on at first with a lot of wild misconceptions but it all settled over when All Might met Aizawa in person and was like ah young midoriya, I see you have found one that might be able to handle you. Cuz all might is Izuku’s mentor/hero/father figure, and knew exactly what his successor was about. And this feral looking man he managed to find checks all the boxes Izuku- I destroyed AFO more completely in few years than anyone else managed to do in centuries- Midoriya has.

oh oh god this sounds perfect in every way

Author is you somehow see this then by all the gods please repost because this is magnificent

[deadboyquotes]

Dead Boy Detectives as Taylor Swift Songs: Evermore Edition

Crystal: happiness

“Tell me, when did your winning smile, Begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?”



Edwin: right where you left me

“Still sitting in a corner I haunt, Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

…

I cause no harm, mind my business

If our love died young, I can't bear witness”

Charles: gold rush

“I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

…

And the coastal town

We wandered 'round had never

Seen a love as pure as it”

Niko: marjorie

“And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around

…

What died didn't stay dead

You're alive, you're alive in my head”

Jenny: no body, no crime

“No, no body, no crime

I wasn't letting up until the day he died”

Cat King: ‘tis the damn season

“And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own”

Monty: tolerate it

“I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

Use my best colors for your portrait

Lay the table with the fancy shit

And watch you tolerate it”

[sophiesonlinediary]

Official TTPD Review

Fortnight - Such a vibe with headphones on, but still far from being my favorite though. I'm quite shocked this is the first single but I do really like it now at the second listen, still sad post malone didn't get his own verse i was excited for that :/

The Tortured Poets Department - The charlie puth mention really ruined verse 2 for me sadly, but the bridge ruined my life "At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finge. And put it on the one people put wedding rings on. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding" LIKE WTF HEART = BROKEN the title of the song is really cool but i dont know i wasnt expecting the song to sound like this.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - I think this may be my second least favorite from this album i dont understand why i didnt really like this song. Maybe it was the vibe of the song and sound especially the choruses which sadly didnt hit. i love how she wrote about a rocky relationship in this song. I feel like this one will definetly be a grower

Down Bad - literally one of my favorites from the whole album. Maybe it's cause the sound feels familiar to me kind off like midnights vibe. But wow that chorus is amazing truly so catchy and the lyrics like wow. i love this song so muchhhh

So Long, London - Not what I expected but still so heartbreakingly pretty. I love her voice in this song it's so pretty and the lyrics are so good oh my god. I swear the verse 3's in this album are vile. "I died on the altar waitin' for the proof" like god damn this whole song is amazing.

But Daddy I Love Him - I loved this song so fucking much. When she said "I'm having his babies" my face dropped and then she hit me with "no not really but you should see your faces" was really fun i'll probably never forget that. i believe this song is of everyone trying to decide her love life for her. And her being like fuck you guys it's my life and you have to accept it and i love her for that!

Fresh Out The Slammer - Those choruses are so good man especially the second one is so good and so me. On first listen this one isn't very memorable but still really good. Now that i've listened to it more like i love this song so much too and the bride ahhh <333

Florida !!! - Ok so maybe i'm a little biased but man this one is so fucking good. I have loved Florence and Taylor for years so like them collaborating was like everything and more. I have now listened to the song like thrice and wowwwww i love it so muchhhhh. Taylor, Florence, Fl welcomes you with open arms man. And like verse 3 was so good their song writing skills are out of this world.

Guilty As Sin? - What an interesting song, like man, idk how to feel. I love the chorus fs. I've come to interpret this song as her having thoughts of a man who possibly isn't available per say or it's just something that can never happen between the two but the want for eachother is there. "They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly" I love this lyric btw and the chorus right after like wowwww

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me - ME IM SCARED WTF. Her screaming that line was everything and like the second half of the song is so incredible like wow. also this line has stuck with me since last night "Then we could all just laugh until I cry" ALSO THE ASYLUM WHERE THEY RAISED ME SDJNVFI. I love how she's kind of portraying herself in this song as like the stereotypical scary neighbor in movies. At least that's how I saw it. The whole bridge is incredible and magnificent I adore this song.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - GIRL NO YOU CANT AND IM SO HAPPY YOU ACCEPTED THAT. Once I got past the point that this song is about ratty healy I really liked it. it's vibes are so good and the imagery is amazing.

loml - what if i said this should've been track 5. This was the only song in the album I cried to on first listen. It hit me like a bullet and I will never forgive cat lady swift for not preparing me for this song. Literally so fucking hurtful i'm screaming oh my lord. I- no im never getting over this song, sorry not sorry. And the fact "They almost had it all" but there life was cut short aka the relationship ended oh god kill me.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. This song is heartbreaking don't let the production fool you, the lyrics want to make you rip you're hair out. And you know what i'll be dancing to this song with a broken heart. "The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies" it's giving mirrorball like augh i love this song so much!!! and the chorus is everything "I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague" SO FUCKING REAL.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - DRAG HIS ASS TAYLOR YEAHHHH. HELLO WTF THIS SONG IS SO GOOD AND FOR ALL OF U HATING ON IT U JUST DONT GET IT THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVENESS IS EVERYTHINGGGG. mad woman you'd be proud asf. also my religion mentioned as a tongue in cheek to his anti religion views 👏

The Alchemy - I'm not gonna talk about this song much but like I didn't like it at all, i'm sorry. It sounds like one of those Kelce parody songs 😭

Clara Bow - Not the name-dropping herself, damn. I wanna manifest that second pre-chorus btw 🤞 i need to see the light of manhattan. I truly love this song and I can tell it's very personal to her. she's had such an unbelievable career it's always interesting when she writes about it. loved this as the album closer!

this is my ttpd review. remember im just a girl who's only listened to this album twice so please dont drag me for these opinions. gonna do the anthology later!

[floxtingdrm]

𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙥𝙖𝙝

(n): the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.

Thank you @jade-s-nymph for the opportunity on writing this!

Fate does not favor anyone, especially towards heros and villains, so then why does it hate you? You have no past that you could remember as a ghost who happened to be woken up by students of a nearby school, you have no name for it had been scratched away by the hands of time.

You’re hurt, why couldn’t you have slept longer and not wake up? You do not belong to the mortal realm and do not feel as though you belonged there, so why have you been woken up? You feel an emotion, you feel… frustration.

“You… why have you woken me up?” Periwinkle eyes a lovely shade of purple, silver hair and a stone cold expression.

“How did I get roped into this…?” You’re puzzled by his words, wasn’t it him who woke you up from your sleep?

“Pay the price for waking me up, the living must pay for disturbing the dead” It doesn’t matter anymore who woke you up, you’ll just make the most of your time now that you’re awake.

“H-Hold on!” Not letting this chance slip by, you left the boy no chance to attack you. A mark you left on his neck, the mark of a ghost to reside, you’ve officially haunted him. “Damn it!”

Falling to the ground the boy struggled to stay awake, a side effect from receiving the mark, he and you are now bound. You can now freely travel from outside of your grave with how you’ve haunted this boy.

“I look forward to seeing the world with you, sleeping beauty.”

2 hours earlier…

In the festive season of Halloween, it was clear that this was the week of where the living and the dead connected, that is to say that ghost from the underworld go to visit the realm of the living as it is the only time of the year where they can freely do so.

“Come on Sebek! Let loose would ya?” Ace tried to persuade the green haired boy. “Can’t you just join us on this? It’s not like Malleus would mind.”

“Foolish human! Do you not know that the young master must be guarded at all cost?!” If it weren’t for the fact they were friends, Ace would love to duck tape Sebek’s mouth shut because of how loud he is.

“Just this once will you just chill out? You’ve got to chill” telling Sebek to chill is like talking to a wall, he ain’t listening to what others say.

The first years, more specifically Ace, Deuce, Epel, Howl, and Yuu we’re gonna summon a ghost at Ramshackle dorm and they were gonna convince Sebek to come along. Of course naturally, Sebek is a stubborn cabbage, a loud one at that.

“Just this once? I’m pretty sure Tsunotaro wouldn’t mind” Yuu begged hoping it would at least convinced Sebek, nothing moves Sebek unless it was Tsunotaro.

“They’re right, Sebek. Loosen up a bit and join them once in a while” Lilia who happened to be passing by, hung upside down eavesdropping on the conversation… technically it’s not eavesdropping anymore.

“Lilia-sama?! You too?!” Yuu somehow had gotten used to Lillia’s entrance was not fazed by the sudden jump scare, not the others though.

“I’ll take it from here~” Lilia smirked at the first years before turning back to face at Sebek properly, not upside down on the ceiling. “Malleus and I have a meeting with the queen later, which leaves you and Silver back at Diasomnia”

“Since you won’t be needed as we’ll be going for an entire week, I want you to have fun.”

“B-But-!” “No buts, I want you to join your friends and have fun Sebek, also you guys don’t mind if Silver joins right?” Till this day, Yuu could never understand how Sebek has a gap moe, he turns from angry chihuahua to a docile cat. Truly fascinating.

Present

The horrified looks on the faces of nearby students delighted you, you don’t know why though, maybe it was a common trait for all ghost to like scaring the crap out of the living? You hated the sound of screaming despite having no physical ears, the boys with a spade and a heart on their faces seemed to have hold back a… raccoon cat? Whatever it was it was screaming it’s head off begging not to be killed.

“By the sevens! Are all living being such snowflakes? You guys are loud and rude.” To have slept so long, and woke up to such a scene, you feel a bit irritated.

“W-we didn’t mean to disturb your sleep! So don’t harm Silver-senpai!!” You looked at the direction where the strange looking student pointed at and found the silver hair sleeping beauty, or in other words the person you’ve decided to haunt.

“Would you have preferred it if I haunt you instead?” The paled look on their faces told you they wouldn’t, but their actions seems to say otherwise.” Though even if I wanted to, I can’t just let go of this beauty that quickly.”

“Foolish ghost, let go of Silver immediately!” Another loud one, fearless and loud, what a headache.

“I won’t listen to you living beings, someone who has died like me can only wander around their grave once they are woken up, let me borrow this boy to travel will you?” that seemed to have trigger something because the wolf boy started getting defensive against you. “It’s useless talking to you aLL-!”

Suddenly you feel yourself being grabbed by someone, their grip on your pale ghost neck was strong, their aura was scaring you, even though you’ve died long ago and don’t even remember what death felt like just with those eyes you feel like you might know the pain of deat once more. Silver hair and auroral eyes, it looks like you’ve picked the wrong person to haunt.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had consent you to haunt me.” ‘Don’t say those things in such a scary face!’ was what you would have said, only if you weren’t so scared.

Silver, the boy you're haunting, definitely was interesting, honestly anything was interesting to you since you don't even remember who you are and everything felt so new and alive. You didn't think you'd ever wake up but having to do so now you get to travel somewhere outside of your grave, but not too far away from the person you're haunting

"Are you done messing around with my room?" You shook your head as you floated upside down in the boy's bedroom, he didn't look bothered by your nosy actions while looking around rather he was bothered by your ghostly presence.

"Nahhh, but still why do you need so many alarm clocks?" Silver didn't think he'd bring back a ghost, even though he only stood to the side as the first years had fun waking you up from your sleep, how was he the one who had to suffer having you? It's like he was there as a sacrifice…

"It's none of your business, let's just get to discussing how I can stop getting haunted by you." You sighed in disappointment but, oh well, it's not like you don't know how to "un-haunt" him.

One of the only things you happen to know for as long as you have died, is to haunt and un-haunt a living being, to haunt is simple but to un-haunt something? It will take a lot more time since your mark has to at least fade for a very long time, give or take at least two months, but the fastest case would probably be to… hear your name.

Ghosts have a different variety, those who had lived a life of fulfillment and have no lingering wishes to the living world shall move on to rest and slowly reincarnate as a new person, their memories will be lost to time. The second type was the one with attachments to the living world, who knows how long they can be content with the wishes they couldn’t complete? Because of that they shall stay until their wish is fulfilled.

You obviously were the first type, as you have no memory of the past and had no wishes of attachment to the living. When you are woken up however it will take a while for you to “fall asleep” once more.

The name of a ghost and especially the name of someone like yours is lost to time, and due to your grave being ruined beyond repair, their was no longer a name to be remembered there. To call out your name along with a line of telling you to go back to your grave and rest, that will remove your mark and you from haunting Silver, furthermore you’ll be able to sleep.

“I see… so that’s the fastest way of being un-haunted, but what is your name though?” As if you could remember, you laughed liked it was a joke before looking him dead in the eyes.

“How should I even remember? I was on my way to becoming someone else.” You shook your head in disappointment, Silver looked bothered by it a little bit.

“I guess until we find your real name, I’ll call you under a nickname.” Wait what- “How about I call you Datura?”

“Well you accepted the news of this quite well… Datura sounds nice” you’re a bit flabbergasted by how Silver just accepted his fate so quickly.

“Well then, Datura. I don’t know how long but I hope you won’t cause me too many problems” You’re definitely gonna cause him trouble.

There were many instances of ghosts making deals with humans, and most of those deals usually don't end well, for some reason, you also had that feeling that yours won't end well. However one thing’s for certain, when you look into those eyes all you could think of was a way to make it shine in different emotions, it seems you’ve found something that has piqued your interest.

"You know I think I just remembered something... I remembered feeling just like this... back when I still breathed like the living."

Silver's life was... very uneventful and boring, rarely was there anything interesting that popped up, other than the repetitive needing twelve cups of coffee just to at least stay awake but failing to do so, alarm clocks that are almost useless seeing as how long it takes him to wake up, he’s an insomniac. Other than the most random places he’s fallen asleep at, you can’t really deny that he’s quite hard working when he’s awake. It’s a miracle his grades are even okay.

Sorry Silver but, you felt like you had to do something to change his uneventful and boring life, this doesn’t feel like the life worth living. So you began doing small things, turning invisible and stealing his pens and paper, nudging the teachers to look at his spot when he’s almost falling asleep, scaring him awake while he’s asleep which didn’t end so well since he for some reason always grabbed your neck.

Silver on the other hand was amused by what you were trying to do, most of them were harmless but still it was a bit annoying, though the faces you do when he caught you was cute enough for him to let you go so he’ll play your game for a little longer.

“You’re quite lively for someone who’s dead” you stopped reading his history book for awhile, that was an interesting way to start a conversation. “So free and bored to the point you mess around with my life, how cute.”

“Don’t just compliment me like that!” You are in fact a very shy ghost and are weak to compliments, something about pretty people giving you compliments just had you at a chokehold. “What’s with you living beings and compliments..”

“Well you’re like a child more than anything, but some of your mischievous actions do help me in a way so I can’t be completely angry at you, thanks for being with me I guess.” You’ve officially turned into a puddle of ghost goo, weak for pretty people.

“You’re truly alike to a prince from a bedtime story” he fell asleep again, head on his desk with his unfinished potionology homework, you’ll help him this time. “Rest well sleeping beauty.”

Silver didn’t know where to start when it comes to finding your name, something you said about being lost to time. There probably won’t be any record of you, after all judging by where your supposed grave was, he felt like there was more behind your mysterious passing.

The clothes your ghostly figure wore was something akin to when the school was first built, even before NRC became an all-boys school. Maybe he could find something about you there in the library?

“About when the school was first built huh? Now that’s been a very long time ago.” One of the library ghost said looking through the archive. “If it’s of any interest to you, you could research the area Z-764, there should be some old records there that should help you.”

Time like water kept on flowing for you and him, from the little interactions and talking, you both became so close it’s hard to separate you both. A friend he’d never thought he would gain, an experience you’d never thought you’d have.

Silver kept on searching for your name, the name buried by time, not because he wanted to get rid of you, it was far from that, he wanted to call you by the name that suited you, Datura a flower of death doesn’t suit someone like you, not for someone who’s so full of life.

A ghost like you… was such a wonderful actor, no? Despite all the closures and loving acts you but on, the endless motivation you gave him, the support you planted, there was something you couldn’t have prepared him for. You were slowly fading away.

To remember who you are… you started getting memories from such a long time ago, you remember the joy you had as a student getting accepted to a prestigious college, you remembered the tears you spilt as your life grew harder and harder, you remembered things that you had long forgotten in your sleep…

You remembered now… you weren’t a ghost with no attachment to the world, you were one with attachments to the living. Your hopes and dreams of finding someone who you could call friend, your wish was to be happy and spend time like an actual student enjoying, laughing, working… that was what you lacked and your wish. And it’s been completed.

You’re so cruel, you used him to satisfy your dying wishes and finally had no more attachments to the living, you’re a monster for making him so happy only to leave him, you’re terrible. That’s why you’ll repent, you’ll un-haunt him while staying close by.

“Your pictures… you looked lovely in them.” The bittersweetness as you saw that fake joyful smile if only you could wipe it off, and drew on the actual feeling when you took it.

“Don’t go falling for me now~ I know I’m pretty.” That earned you a playful push from the smirking boy, if only these moments could last.

“I’m not joking when I say this though, you’re beautiful (Y/n)” ah… so he found your name, those smudge letters on the bottom of the picture, you thought he wouldn’t be able to make out those words.

“Thanks for the compliments” still you’ll smile sticking by his side… only a week left by his side.

Maybe you didn’t notice your name being spoken, but honestly Silver hoped that you wouldn’t have noticed his slip up. If anything he wished he could stay by your side a bit longer, he liked the feel of your mark whenever he happened to touch that place, the way you would float around his bedroom like a balloon when your in deep thoughts.

Silver isn’t blind to see the subtle change in your attitude, rather he chose to ignore it, like a mask you’ve been wearing for a while he felt like it would be too rude to just rip it off, you had your reasons to wear it.

“Silver, have you found a way to get rid of the ghost?” Truthfully he doesn’t think he’ll get rid of you, not like this, not while he’s gotten so used to your presence.

“Ah no, I haven’t found anything yet” just for another while, just for a little longer… he still doesn’t want you gone yet.

Since when did you noticed that you began to fall asleep more often? Your slowly unable to stay awake and help him like you have been for the past few months, that mark of yours have already fade without you noticing, when you look at your reflection you noticed you’ve gotten more transparent, to the point it’s almost hard to see you.

“Looks like the ghost let you go, congrats.” Silver froze, what did Yuu mean by that?

“Sorry for getting you involved in the ritual, it must have been a real headache for you” reaching for that spot on his neck he started to panic, not yet… hold on, why couldn’t he feel anything.

“Yeah, I would have been super relieved when it’s all over, bet you felt the same huh?” Maybe it was the way that Ace said it but Silver snapped, he had to look for you immediately.

He can’t get those words out of his head, the painful feeling of losing someone he cared for, to never meet you again, he had no choice but to run and find you, no wonder… he could no longer feel your presence near him.

Where were you? The ghost who knew everything about him, where were you? The person who he unconsciously shared all his troubles and thoughts with, where were you? Why was all that left when he looked for you was the cold and loud silence?

Why were you so cruel? Someone he thought he could trust, someone who wouldn’t leave him, how could you bring him joy so easily take it all away just as easily? The memories of yesterday played in his head like a broken record, he understood it… your strange behavior and those words…

“I hope you will live a good life no matter what tries to bring you down” Your hands lacked the warmth of the living, but he liked it, those hands on his warm facing.

“Despite the short time I spent with you, there’s no doubt I cherished it” the way your voice broke for a second, something about it just made him want to ask you what’s wrong.

“Please move on when you don’t see me anymore, please forget me, I don’t want you to be reminded of me.” Tears… despite being a ghost you could still cry like how the living could, when he opened his eyes to consult you there was nothing… you weren’t there anymore.

There was one place he could only hope to see you again, please… at least give him some time to say goodbye to you, even for a moment…

You would be a liar if you said you didn’t feel sad about leaving him, in front of your grave where the flowers have started to grow. This doesn’t feel like a very happy scene for you, no matter how many laughter and chatting you heard from a far, how lively people were to each other, did you mention the fact you had overstayed your time in the world of the living?

It’s beautiful for such a sad scene, night arrived rather quickly for you. Hopefully by this point he’d brush off your disappearance as exploring and nothing else, hopefully the words you spoke in his dreams are left unheard.

“I’m glad I get to go out like this..” soft winds blowing in your directions, fragments of light from your fading figure like fireflies they began to separate slowly.

The lovely night here to accompany you on your journey once more, a journey you’ve held back from going… you’re happy. However…

It felt like a scene from a story you heard of when you were younger, a separation happened just like this… if you were still alive you would have felt it was too much and that the person leaving should have stayed, they shouldn’t have left… but now that you’re wiser you understood, sometimes they had no choice but to leave.

“Took you a while, take a seat next to me" You patted the spot next to yours, it's cold on the ground but the view from where you sat was worth all of the trouble it brought. "Don't look at me like that~"

"...You're a terrible person, (Y/n)" You know that, and you won't deny what he said, after all, who would suddenly leave like this? "Can't I keep you by my side a bit longer?"

"You know that's impossible." You laughed it off scooting closer to him, such a lighthearted attitude for a last meeting. "I'm happy to have you as my friend for these last few minutes."

Taking your almost completely disappeared hand in his, he didn't know what he could say anymore, a feeling that made him weak to his knees appeared once more.

"I... I love you." Three simple words seemingly uttered out of nowhere, something you didn't see coming from someone like him. "We'll meet again, right?"

"Haha~ Of course we will" You couldn't hold back the painful tears that your cold heart was keeping at bay, you cried out of happiness despite this separation.

"Then it's a promise." Pinkies intertwined with each other you nodded your head, before finally scattering into the wind, the light of a peaceful passing.

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“Once upon a time, there lived a lonely soul, a wish they forgot, a wish they cast away”

“Once upon a time, they found their other half, though separated they met regardless”

“Once upon a time, you were his in another life.”

Notes: So, you guys might be confused but I’ll put it into simple terms, I got shadowbanned in my alt @whatevermywpis, thankfully this one probably isn’t shadowbanned yet so I can still post here.

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-Norie/Kaisei