#they’re eating up the screen everytime

[garnet-xx-rose]

Watching Royal Albert Hall while high is a VERY intense experience.

Like, Raoul and Christine look really good together but anytime she and Erik are on screen it’s just *kisses*

Literally nothing else matters to them but whatever weirdness they got going on with each other

And it’s kinda heart breaking cause Hadley’s Raoul is so good. He gives him so much more depth then other Raouls I’ve seen. I’m surprised his interpretation is not well liked by the fandom, I think he makes Raoul a likable character because he’s not perfect, and you see him grow from his jock/Jack ass persona.

Also he is DEEPLY in love with Christine and you get this sense in Act II that he’s hanging on a thread trying to keep them together. It looks different but he and Erik are doing the same thing in regard to trying to have a hold on Christine because they’re afraid of her leaving one for the other.

I may make a separate post explaining all the details I noticed that I never picked up on before if anyone’s interested

[stevesherdaddynowlover]

pet names and looped pinkies [s.h.] 18+

hiiiii so i've never written for steve but just did a stranger things rewatch and have felt...inspired. i hope you enjoy! pls feel free to send suggestions or concepts or anything :) thanks for reading!

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summary: steve is your best friend and you have a crush on him and that's fine until one day it's not and the next thing you know you can't think or speak or breathe around him. (steve harrington x fem!reader)

warnings: loooots of pet names, fluff, pining,cursing, kissing, m masturbation, dirty talk, handjob, spitting, tiny bit of cum eating :))) 18+ ONLY!! MDNI

wc: 6.4k

part 2 here!!!!

You and Steve had been friends for quite some time now. 

Going from quietly watching him throughout high school, maybe quietly crushing on him too, to fighting monsters and trying to survive could do that to people. Make them friends, that is. 

The crush you’d been harboring on Steve didn’t go away, oh no if anything it had gotten about ten times worse in the time you’d spent growing close. That Steve you knew in high school was long gone. The, for lack of a better word, asshat you had come to blush over had turned into a protector. A funny, endearing, unnervingly hot protector that made your tummy flutter and your palms sweat. 

It didn’t help that he seemed completely unaware of your feelings, or that the things he did made your heart race and your cheeks turn pink. Linking his pinky with yours while you strolled around town, letting his thumb mindlessly rub circles on the little sliver of your stomach that was visible during movie night, giving a little tug on your hair when you said something cheeky, letting his dimple pop out when you teased him. 

And the pet names. God, the pet names! Maybe he did know! Maybe he wanted to torture you and make you squirm. They slipped from those perfect pink lips so effortlessly it kind of pissed you off. 

“Hey honey, how was work today?” 

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be late for the movie and I will not be blamed when we don’t have time to grab your snacks.” 

“Any chance you wanna pick up an extra shift and spend some time with me? What do you say, pretty?” 

He had the hair, the smile, the charm. You imagined it would be hard for anyone not to fall madly in love with him. It was surely hard for you! Steve did a good job of turning you to mush. It was hard to think around him, even harder to not think about him. 

Which is why you’re really struggling now, smushed on a far too little couch with 3 other people, your thigh pressed so tightly against Steve’s it’s making your head spin. It’s movie night, a tradition you’ve picked up and held onto tightly amidst all the craziness that happens in your small town. Steve is on your left, stuck between the arm of the couch and you. Robin is on your right with Eddie next to her and Jonathon next to him. A couch meant for 2, maybe 3, but all 4 of you packed on while the rest of your friends lounge on the floor or a chair, eyes all focused on the screen. 

Almost everyone’s eyes are focused on the screen. 

You’re staring straight ahead, sure! But while a movie that you now can’t even remember the name of is droning on, all you can think of is how your hip is touching Steve’s. Or how his pinky has somehow found yours again and they’re looped together on his lap. Or even worse, how he’s got his head resting on your shoulder and you can feel little puffs of his breath hitting your neck everytime he laughs. 

It’s driving you crazy, your hand not in his twitching by your side and your chest rising and falling a little faster than it should be while watching a comedy with your friends. You’re so distracted it takes you a few minutes to realize that Steve is no longer watching the movie, but is now focused on you and how uncomfortable you seem to be. He gives a small tug to your pinky, drawing your eyes to meet his and you’re so overwhelmed with him right now you could cry at the furrow in his brow and the small pout he’s wearing looking at you. 

“Y’alright, baby?” You can see his genuine concern at the state of you but all you can focus on is trying not to let a small whimper through your lips as you hear him call you baby. Not being able to look at him for more than a few seconds you drag your eyes away from him, a small huff leaving you while you shake your head, mainly at yourself. “I, uh m’fine. I’m fine.” Neither of you are convinced, you know that, but you can’t find it in you to care at the moment when all you can think about is taking his bottom lip between your teeth. 

He studies you once more, eyes taking you in quickly as he reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers around your neck a second longer, two fingers giving you a little pinch before he’s drawing his hand back to his lap. You find yourself staring far too long at his hand, wondering what it would feel like if he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. Or if it would be as good as you imagined to have him slip that same thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, wearing that same smirk you’ve seen a thousand times.

Fuck fuck fuck. You’re so fucked. 

As soon as the thoughts come, they’re gone because the next thing you know you’re using his and Robin’s thighs as leverage to jump up from the couch, turning to face everyone with red cheeks and a forced smile. 

“So I, uh, I gotta go! Just remembered mom wanted me home early tonight, some, uh, some family thing going on. Yeah that’s it. Family thing!” Everyone is staring, eyes wide with confusion written all over their faces. You love movie night, never miss it let alone leave early. 

You don’t give anyone the chance to question you before you’re bouncing up the stairs trying to pull your shoes on as quickly as possible. You know he’ll be right behind you, asking you what’s wrong or offering a ride home. You both know you’re full of shit but you can’t find it in you to care right now, too focused on getting away from him before you do something crazy like kiss him. 

Steps away from the front door you think you’ve made it. Can almost feel the relief of the cool breeze cooling down your skin that seems to be burning up from where Steve was touching you. You're so close, less than a foot away when you realize you weren’t quick enough. 

A hand wraps around your forearm, a large calloused hand that you’d know anywhere. Shoulders slumped in defeat and you turn to face him, not all the way because you don’t think you could handle it, but enough to acknowledge his presence. “Harrington, I gotta go. You know how my mom is, this’ll be held over my head for weeks if I’m late.” Lies. All lies. Your mom fully expects you to sleep at Robins tonight. He’s quiet for what feels like hours but is really only seconds before he speaks, “Let me give you a ride then. You’ll be home in less than 5.”

Now you know that cannot happen. You cannot be in his car that smells like him. You cannot watch the way his hands grip the wheel, and you know you won’t be able to look away. You cannot be locked in a car with him where you know he’ll try and figure out why you’ve been acting so weird tonight. And honestly you just cannot be around him right now without feeling like you’re going to faint. 

“No, no, don't worry about it, it’s a quick walk and I could use the fresh air! I’m feeling a little…off right now anyways so I wouldn’t mind being alone. Go finish the movie! Love you, see you, have fun!” And before he can react or try to argue with you, reaching up on your tiptoes you plant a quick kiss to his cheek, lips tingling as you turn and run out the door, hoping to god or whoever is listening that Steve doesn’t come after you. 

What you don’t see as you’re running down the sidewalk is your best friend standing in the doorway with his hand hovering over his cheek where you just kissed him and a blush crawling up his neck as those quick seconds play on a loop in his head for the rest of the movie. 

 ****************************************

It’s been a few days since movie night. The night you’re refusing to think about but also the one you can’t seem to get out of your head. More specifically the sound of Steve calling you baby and the feel of his fingers brushing against your throat. 

Well you’ve tried not to think about it. 

You’re not sure why this is happening now. You’ve liked him for as long as you can remember so why all of a sudden do you feel like panting when your skin touches his? Why now are his little smirks and pet names enough to bring you to your knees? Over the years you’ve done good, so good, at keeping yourself together in front of him, letting his comments and flirting roll off your back. But now…now you can’t be in the same room without wanting to tug on his hair or leave marks on his chest or feel so desperate to taste him that it drives you insane. 

You don’t know what caused this switch to flip but it fucking sucks. It sucks because besides all of that, he’s still your best friend. Yeah, it’s ungodly how hot he is but he’s also still the guy who buys you your favorite ice cream when you’ve had a rough day, who goes to see scary movies with you when no one else will because you’re the only one that likes them. He’s saved you, cared for you, loved you for a few years now and honestly that just makes it worse! 

He’s mouthwatering AND a good guy. Fuck him for that. 

In the few days since you’ve seen him he’s called. 11 times? Maybe more. And you’ve been conveniently in the shower or asleep or anything else your mother can make up while you try and figure out what you’re going to say to him. The problem with this is that the longer you avoid him, the more awkward and hard this is going to be. 

So when you wake up today, 4 days after movie night, you decide it’s time to be a big girl and talk to him. Not about your feelings, god no! But it is time to at least try to be normal around him and to stop avoiding him. You already know he’s gonna look like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes staring down at you while you try and justify not talking to him for days. You’re fucked. So fucked. 

Walking downstairs you hear the phone ringing and your heart drops. Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe your family can just move! That should work. You’ll miss everyone but honestly this seems like your best option at this point. 

Your dad is gone for the day, your mom is standing at the counter with her purse on her shoulder like she’s about to walk out the door with her mouth open, ready to give Steve yet another excuse to why you can’t talk to him. But you’re brave. You’re a big girl who can handle a phone call with your best friend. Your hot best friend you're madly in love with and want to climb like a tree. 

Your hand is out and reaching for the phone before you can talk yourself out of it, a sigh of relief leaving your mother as she practically throws it at you, running for the door before you change your mind. It’s by your ear for a good few seconds before you hear him, his voice raspy and deep so you know he’s just woken up and it makes your whole body buzz. 

“Hello?” 

It’s now or never. Never sounds nice. “Hey! How ya been? How’s it going? How was the movie?” The questions pour out of you so quickly you’re not sure he can even understand what you’re saying but you hold your breath and wait anyway. 

“How’s it going? Are you kidding me? Fuckin’ Christ! You’ve taken about 12 showers in 4 days and couldn’t be bothered to talk to me, why don’t you tell me how it’s going.” So he was upset. Totally fair. 

“Don’t be mad at me, please.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth and you knew it was stupid but you couldn’t help it. He deserved to be mad at you, to yell and cuss and whatever else he deemed fit. But now that you had heard his voice again for the first time in days, the thought of him being upset with you made you want to cry, even though you had done this! 

You heard him take a deep breath and knew he was running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends the way he always did when he was stressed. “M‘not mad, sweetheart. I mean, maybe a little but I was more worried! That something had happened or I had done something or…I don’t know. Was just worried sick and…god I just fuckin’ missed you.” 

Had you mentioned that you were fucked? His words hit you a ton of bricks, any thoughts you had about moving on or maybe distancing yourself gone in an instant. Because he was worried. And he missed you. He fuckin’ missed you. And god you loved him so much it hurt, so much you could feel it in your fingertips and toes like little zaps of electricity when you thought of him or heard his voice. 

You were gone for Steve Harrington. 

“I..m’so sorry, Stevie. I missed you too, so much and I’m so sorry and I’m just…I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, you never do! I’ve just been a mess and my minds been a mess and I thought some time to myself would help me but really it's just..it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m sorry and I missed you.” 

“S’okay, bunny. You alright? Can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m not…I know I’m not always the best at this stuff but I’d be good for you. I’ll listen to ya all day, do whatever I can to help you. Wanna come over? Movie night just the two of us? I’ll order you pizza and get you extra buttery popcorn and some ice cream, promise.” 

The thought of being alone with Steve sends red lights flashing through your brain but when he sounds so…god when he’s saying all the right things in a voice you’d dare describe as whiny you can’t help but to want to drop everything and all but crawl to him. 

So at the expense of your sanity you agree quickly, promising you’ll be there by 8 o’clock and hang up the phone before he can call you sweetheart or bunny again running up the stairs to take the coldest shower you’ve ever taken that does nothing to erase the thoughts of Steve from your mind. 

  *****************************************

The walk to Steve’s was surprisingly calm. You weren’t freaking out completely, just a little nervous but that was nothing new to you when it came to spending time with Steve, especially alone. 

Unfortunately for you, that calm lasted for all of about 10 minutes. 

In theory it was a good idea to spend some time with Steve after ignoring him for days. It was an okay idea to agree to a movie night with your best friend. Was. 

But now that you’re standing on his porch and his door was just thrown open to reveal a freshly showered Steve, it seems like all of this was a horrible idea. 

An awful, terrible, horribly bad idea. 

Awful because you can see little beads of water from his freshly washed hair dropping and running down his throat. Awful because the urge to lean forward and run your tongue over them is so strong you swear your mouth waters a little bit. 

Terrible because he’s wearing that goddamn white t-shirt that is hugging his arms so tight and since when did his arms start to look like that? Awful because that same damn shirt is tight over his chest too. It fits him so well you can see it snug against his tummy and waist. It fits him like a glove and your hands clench at your sides to keep from touching him. 

And this is bad. So horribly bad because he’s wearing his favorite pair of light wash denim jeans that cling to his thighs so nicely you feel your knees wobble. One of your hands comes up to your mouth to run over your chin, subconsciously making sure you’re not actually drooling despite the way you wish you could drop to your knees and spend hours leaving marks on those thighs. You can’t see his ass and you’re praying to god he doesn’t turn around so you don’t have to suffer through seeing how his jeans hug him just right. 

While your mind is running a million miles a minute with thoughts of Steve, you realize you actually haven’t said anything. Haven’t made a move to greet him or walk in, instead just standing there with what you imagine is a slack jaw and wide eyes. Willing yourself to meet his gaze, you somehow manage to drag your eyes off his thighs and bring them up, up, up until you meet his. 

He definitely does not look like a kicked puppy right now. Those brown eyes are darker and he’s wearing a smirk that would make you do anything he asked. He cocks his eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his face as you try and collect yourself. 

“You look starved, honey. Wanna come in?” 

   *********************************

After the initial embarrassment wears off, you feel a little better. Somehow managing to brush off his teasing as if you weren’t just devouring him with your eyes, you follow Steve to the kitchen, laughing as he tries to balance all the snacks he’d bought for you in arms. He shot you a glare full of playfulness when you tried to help, insisting that he “was a big boy and could handle the snacks.” 

Now you find yourself on that same couch from last week, much more space between the two of you than there had been then, a good foot and half extra in fact. Steve laughed when he saw you practically throw yourself to the other end of the couch, hand reaching out for you with a little pout on his lips. “Think I’m gonna bite you or something?” God I wish. Please please please bite me! 

But instead you held out your hand reluctantly, fingers twisting with his as he tugged you toward him. Movie night flashed in your head. His clothed thigh just inches away from yours, arm thrown over your shoulders and a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled you into his side. A satisfied hum was heard and you could have sworn you heard him mumble under his breath, sounding a lot like “much better” but it was hard to hear anything with the smell of him clouding your senses. 

Trying to get your thoughts off of him you reach forward to grab the dvd case laying on the table, a small smile gracing your lips as you see what he had picked. “John Carpenter's Halloween. I thought you said you’d never watch this?” This time when you turned to him, he was the one with red cheeks and shy smile as he glanced between the movie and you. A small shrug and wink was thrown your way, “S’one of your favorites. You should know you’re the exception to my rules.” 

You’re fucked. 

Heart pounding in your chest all you could manage was a smile and a small “thank you” before turning away, hoping he’d get up and start the movie so you’d have something to distract you from how sweet he was, watching a scary movie you know he doesn’t want to watch just because it’ll make you happy. 

It was about halfway through the movie when it happened. 

Everything was going well! You were snuggled into his side, actually paying attention to the movie and not sitting there distraught over being so close to him. You were so invested you hadn’t noticed your hand slip to his thigh during a scene that had made you jump. 

But Steve noticed. 

Too engrossed in your movie to see how your hand was holding his upper thigh and it definitely would have been too high if you’d been paying attention. You didn’t notice this or the way Steve was now on red alert, whole body tense with his hand gripping the couch cushion and his eyes trained on your hand as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. 

He could do this, he could ignore your hand and let you watch your movie. It would be fine. He’ll just slip into the bathroom when it’s over or wait till you go home to take care of his now aching cock. And god was he aching. He didn’t dare move, too nervous that you’d get all weird and fidgety like you’d been. This was the closest you’d been to him without seeming freaked out in weeks and he was not about to ruin that. 

The smell of your lavender shampoo overwhelmed him, a groan threatening to spill out while you sat there so unaware of how beautiful you looked just existing. He noticed everything about you. The slope of your little button nose and the way your lips, your perfect pink lips, parted just so when you were lost in thought. He noticed how your cheeks would turn the prettiest shade of red when he called you baby or honey or sweetheart. And he loved it, craved it even. He couldn’t tell if it was because of him or if you were just a sensitive little thing in general. He’d take what he could get with you, even if he had to live off your rosy cheeks and holding your pinky for the rest of his life. 

“Fuck, honey, m’sorry but you have got to move your hand, please.” Steve’s voice in your ear so suddenly made you jump, a small yelp leaving your lips as you turned to see what he was talking about. You didn’t even realize you were touching him! But one look down at this thigh and you gasped, cheeks burning as your eyes moved from your hand clinging to his thigh over to now very noticeable bulge straining against those light wash jeans. Ripping your hand away as if he’d burned you, a string of curses and apologies flew out as you scrambled to move as far away as possible. 

If he looked pained with your hand on his thigh then he looked downright miserable now that you’d taken it away. “Don’t have to run away from me, honey. M’sorry, didn’t mean to scare you I just…fuck I couldn’t sit still with you holding onto me like that.” He did his best to tug you back and you let him. “Sorry, Stevie. I wasn’t…I didn’t, I was just watching the movie I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

He looked at you with furrowed brows, eyes jumping all over your face like he knew something you didn’t, like he knew something you should know. Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other for some time before he sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch before coming back to look at you again. 

Hand cradling your cheek he gave you a small, tired small like he couldn’t believe you could possibly make him uncomfortable. That is not the word he would use. “Silly girl, I’m not uncomfortable because your hand was on me. I’m uncomfortable because your hand on me is making me wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.”

Oh. Oh. 

Lips parted you just stared at him, not sure you’d be able to form a coherent thought let alone words right now. He wanted to fuck you? Since when? Why hasn’t he ever brought this up? Doesn’t he know you’d do anything he asked of you? 

Steve let you process, could see the gears turning in that pretty head of yours and your eyes switching from looking at him to looking at where his cock was pressing up against the zipper of his pants. Maybe he’d said too much, gone too far. He was almost certain now that you liked him, wanted him, but maybe it was too overwhelming to be so blunt with you. 

“Y’know what baby? I can see you freaking out and I didn’t mean to make you nervous so I’m gonna go to the bathroom, alright? Gonna take care of this real quick and then we can finish the movie, can start another one if you want. I’ll be right back and we can figure this out later.” It was him getting off the couch that broke you out of whatever spell you were under, hand wrapping around his arm and if you weren’t so desperate for this, for him, you’d be embarrassed by the look of panic in your eyes at the thought of not getting to see this, to make him feel good. 

“Please stay. Just…fuck just stay, okay?” 

Both of you paused, staring at each other and waiting for someone to move or to breathe or just do something. A soft “okay” was murmured between you, Steve settling back into the couch as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck was this really happening? 

“Whatever you want to happen can happen, baby.” 

You definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud but now that you had, a little burst of courage hit you and you just let it pour out. “Didn’t mean to say that out loud I just..I didn’t…I’m nervous. You make me nervous. I want this. I want this so bad you have no idea but I didn’t know you wanted this so now my head is fucked and I’m rambling and kinda freaking out but you can stay. You can stay and I can watch or I can help or whatever you want just..stay. Ok?” You dared a glance up at Steve, his eyes wide and a grin broke out on his face. He looked as if you’d just handed him the moon not offered to watch him get off. 

Taking your hand in his he gave you a squeeze, “We’ll go slow. I can start and you can watch and if you wanna do more, feel fucking free, honey. But if you don’t, that’s fine. If you want me to stop, say the word. You’re in charge here,” he paused, lifting his hand to take my chin between his fingers so I’d be forced to meet his eyes, “and for the record, there hasn’t been I second I've known you where I haven’t wanted this. I’ll take anything you give me, swear it. Whatever you want, any way you want.” 

“Kiss me, please.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving his hand to cup your cheek and pulling you toward him, his lips pressing against yours soft at first, testing the waters and trying to keep you calm. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined, sweet like the candy he’d been eating earlier. You groaned against him, pushing closer and opening your mouth to invite him in, the thought of his tongue on yours enough to have you reaching your hands into his hair to tug him closer, closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. 

He pulled back first, a string of spit connecting the two of you and he cursed at the sight, “Jesus, fuck I can’t believe you’ve kept this sweet, pretty mouth away from me. S’not nice, baby. So mean to me, yeah?” If you thought you were desperate before it was nothing compared to now, now that you’d had a taste of him. 

“M’sorry Stevie, so sorry, not gonna keep em from you anymore. Promise, promise, promise.” You’re barely making sense, your head spinning and your body on fire. Foreheads pressed together you tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t think or breathe or function when he was this close to you with his swollen, spit kissed lips just inches away from yours. 

Coming out of your post-kiss haze you move back beside Steve, eager and desperate to finally see him, all of him. His eyes widen as your hands go to the button of his jeans, tugging relentlessly and you're just so cute he has to laugh. Eager too and fuck how did he get so lucky?

“Take em off, please. Want them off, Stevie.” You’re full on pouting now and it takes everything in you not to cry. You’d do it if he wanted, you’d do anything. But he doesnt let it get that far, taking your hands off his jeans and cooing at you and it makes you feel a little pathetic but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he’s about to finally pull down his pants. 

He does so wordlessly, eyes bouncing from his lap to your face every few seconds like he’s checking in on you, making sure he’s not missing anything and that you still want this. It makes your tummy flutter and your heart race, his caring for you. His pants pushed down to his knees is all he can manage, head too fuzzy thinking about you and how he’s so hard it hurts worse than it ever has.

As soon as his jeans were out of your way you were staring, gawking really, at the white boxers sitting so prettily on his hips that were doing nothing to hide how hard, how big he was. A small wet patch forming where you know his tip is resting and it makes your mouth water. He’s just so hot. So hot and it makes it even better that this is because of you. Fuck.

A beg was on the tip of your tongue but before you could he put you out of your misery. Lifting his hips up you had to dig your nails into your palm to keep still while he pulled his boxers down, pretty, messy, cock slapping against his stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ, Steve! You’re so…I’m…fuck.” He breathed out a laugh which quickly turned to a wince when we saw how you were looking at him, at his cock. He felt himself twitch under your stare and you swear your mouth just fell open as if it was meant to be. 

His hand drifted towards his cock, eyes still on you to make sure you were okay. You gave him a nod and the sigh of relief you both had when he finally wrapped his hand around himself would have made you laugh if you weren’t throbbing. His head fell back against the couch and you were torn between watching him touch himself or watching his face while he did it. The former won, your eyes trailing the way his hand moved slowly, teasing the both of you. 

“S’pretty, you’re so pretty…” You’re not even sure you were talking to him, more just to yourself but he heard you nonetheless. His hips jerked at that, a small moan slipping past his swollen lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you with hooded eyes. I could watch this forever, you thought. 

You couldn’t believe it. A few days ago you were thinking of ways to never speak to Steve again and now here you were, watching him stroke his cock in front of you and looking at him as if he was your last meal. He held his hand out, a silent plea for something but you didn’t know what, not until he spoke.

“So good, baby, so pretty. Can you ju-just spit on my hand for me, honey? Lick it, spit on it, anything you want, I just need you please.” His words were slurred and if you hadn’t spent the last few hours together you would think he was drunk. He seemed so out of it, but in the best way. Like he didn’t just want you but needed you. It made you feel good, better than you ever had and it gave you a spark of bravery you were missing before. 

Knocking his hand out of your way you leaned forward with cautious eyes, watching as he tried to figure out what you were doing until it dawned on him and his cock twitched in his hand. You leaned forward, face hovering inches above him and spit, both of you watching as it dropped from your mouth to his tip, covering the top of his hand as he began to stroke himself again. His lips parted in an “o”, eyes squeezed shut and his tummy clenching as he let out the loudest moan you had heard, so loud and strong you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

You were wet but with Steve looking and sounding like that you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how bad you were aching right now, far too focused on Steve and how his thighs were starting to shake a little and his hips were starting to move faster and more uneven. 

“C-can I?” 

His eyes shot open, head shaking furiously before he had even fully understood what you were asking. He knew he wouldn't last more than ten seconds if you touched him but he couldn’t care less. All he could think about was how pretty you were, how good he was feeling, how you had just fucking spit on his cock. He would take whatever you gave him. 

With a whine that you would replay in your mind for the rest of your life he took his hand off, tugging yours closer to take his place. Both of you moaned at the contact and you were almost convinced you could cum just from touching him. “Help me, I want you to feel good, please.” He looked like a bobblehead as he nodded, putting his much larger hand over yours and giving it a squeeze, helping you to stroke him just how he liked, though anything from you would feel a million times better than his own hand. 

Addicted would be the word to describe it. Now that you had touched him, felt how hot and smooth his cock was in your hand, how pretty it looked all pink and wet and coated in your spit. Steve liked it messy and apparently so did you. You thought you were addicted to his cock, and you were, but nothing prepared you for the absolute filth that started spilling from him once he finally had your hand on him. It made you dizzy and out of breath and goddamn you would have to throw these panties in the trash after this. Absolutely ruined, just like you were. 

“Fuckin’ dreamed about this, ‘bout your hand on my cock, s’good, baby.”

“Don’t think I don’t see you squirming, honey. My pretty girl all wet ‘n needy and I haven’t even touched you. Bet you’re drenched and achy, huh?”

“Gonna make me cum, gonna make a mess of us but I bet you’ll be good and clean it up for me, won’t ya, bunny?”

He was babbling now and you could barely make sense of what he was saying but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t and you didn’t want to. His cock was slick with precum and your spit one of his hands guiding yours in quick strokes while his other was gripping the couch so hard his knuckles were white. 

“M’close, honey…so so close.”

“Please, Stevie…want it, I need it, please.” And that was all it took. No warning, your words taking him by surprise and hitting him like a punch to the gut. He took his hand off, bringing it to your hair and tugging you to him. It was a messy kiss, lips pressed together while he moaned against you, just breathing each other in while he cursed and whined, his hips stilling and you slowed, looking down just in time to see him cum. Your hand and his lower stomach was covered, his hand that was gripping the couch now thrown over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. 

Chest and neck covered in sweat, he looked good. When he finally had gathered himself enough to look at you, he instantly regretted it. Instead of his innocent best friend, his sweet little bunny, he was looking at a little devil lapping at his cum on her hand like she hadn’t eaten in days. His softening cock twitched against his thighs and he stifled a groan when you hummed happily at the taste. 

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” You shrugged half heartedly, not even a little bit of you was sorry. 

“Can we finish the movie now, Stevie? I’ll probably pass out soon you wore me out, but I’m too tired to move.”

He looked down at you a little confused, your cheeks still pink and thighs still clenched together tightly. “You don’t…I can…I wanna take care of you too, sweetheart. Been dying to get a taste of you, know you’re sweet.”

You giggled and even though you were a mess, in every sense of the word, you didn’t think you could handle anymore and told him as such, eyes already feeling droopy and your body sagging against him. “Next time? Promise you can do anything you want to me next time but watching you cum was enough for me.” Your cheeks flamed as if you hadn’t just licked your best friend’s cum off your hand. 

“Alright, honey. Let’s finish your movie, you little vixen. Didn’t even take me out to dinner before you were drooling over my cock. A crime!” His smile was bright as you smacked at his chest and cursed him for teasing you.

You were sure that what had just happened would hit you soon and the panic would set in but for now you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you pressed a kiss to Steve’s bare chest and felt his grin against the top of your head. 

Did I mention I was fucked? 

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

AOT Icks (Eren, Armin and Mikasa)

one thing about me: i am a hater

Eren

def has mommy issues and no woman could ever compare to her like good luck to any of his girlfriends lmao

^^ that being said, as a roommate he’s a nightmare like you can tell his mom cleaned up after him all the time because it doesn’t even occur to him to do so now

toxic gym bro who says shit like “we all have the same 24 hours”

def has the the 3 in 1 bottle in his shower, I just know it

prob calls women “females” 

the cringiest instagram captions like I know he will post sum: “I think my closet bi-polar, it keeps throwing fits💯”  like dude, get a grip

attempts thirst traps, he has a ripped body so it kinda works but the content is so transparent you can’t help but roll your eyes

go out to a bar with him or something and he’s the type to try to make everything a fight

like if someone bumps into you, he's quickly in their face like "what's good bro😡” and you know its not actually about you so much as eren tryna beat someone up

i think he’ll use spit as lube thinking he’s so bad boy and lewd when it’s actually just so bad for your PH like ewwww (if u have a vag ofc)

i feel like his hair would get so greasy, mikasa and armin have had to force him down with shampoo in hand before 

so gross but you came here for icks and I don’t believe Eren believes in holding back his farts for anyone

it can be the most intense and serious event like a funeral and he’ll rip a loud one and be like “what? it’s not good to hold it in??”

Armin

nail biter who will chew on them till the bone and you hear that loud ass “crONCh"

says he hates drama but that’s just something he says to not seem petty bc at the first sight of a fight best believe he’s sitting there, watching it all go down, wine glass in hand like "🍷���👂" 

lil shit will even add lil comments to keep the beef alive, like i can see him loudly asking “okay but jean didn't you say her outfit made her look fat though?”

if you're in a debate with him, he’s the type to say something like “you're so uneducated about the subject, I’m actually pretty well versed in it” and your like "okay so what's all ur research then?" and he'll just quickly change the subject bc he didn’t actually have sources to cite lmao

is one of those bfs who would make fun of you for liking trashy tv but guess who eats that shit up everytime? armin.

he does that dad thing where he walks around in the living room and acts uninterested with what’s happening on the screen but he’s actually so invested and would be fuming if you dared watched an episode without him 

i think he’d also be the type to try to be friends with his ex even if they obviously still have feelings for him, but if you dared even talk to yours he’d get all huffy and puffy like “go be with him then🙄” 

got obsessed with skincare after watching your routine but u kinda created a monster bc now he’s critiquing your products and techniques? “Babe you should really consider a gel moisturizer, it’s better for your pores'' and you're like, “boy you used neutrogena when I met you???” 

is that bf who will shower at your place and use up all your expensive washes and scrubs 

not the best gift giver tbh, I think he’s a firm believer that all gifts should be practical so even if it’s a romantic anniversary date and he slides over a lil present, it’s probably just gonna be socks or something, srry

Mikasa

applies her chapstick like a man (iykyk)

“he know where home is” bitch, I hate to say it

i think she’s a girl’s girl until her man cheats on her, then she’d be the type to fight the girl and not really address her man…which is just… 😣

as a friend I think she’s sadly the type to unintentionally embarrass you bc she doesn’t get some social cues.

like you can miss a hang and ppl ask where you are and she’d just say matter of factly “oh they’re fine, they just have diarrhea rn!” and she won’t understand why you’d be mad?

outfit repeater to the max, she has like three tops that she likes and all pics of her are with her wearing one of those three tops

a lil delulu and prob genuinely believes all the tiktok pick a card vids on her feed

likes her coffee black and somehow thinks she’s better than everyone for that???

as a gf she checks your snap score and location regularly and has no shame in it 🙂

fights in her sleep like you will just be sleeping next to her all soundly and next thing you know you get punched in the face? she refuses to apologize in the morning bc she “has a right to defend myself in a nightmare” or whatever

when shes mad at someone she’ll post like ultra specific lyrics or captions and it’s so obviously targeted at one person everyone else is like "girl go to bed, don’t even post the quote…"

[norrisreads]

Dangerous Woman 2 #CS55

PAIRING: carlos sainz x reader!, non racer carlos sainz jr x reader!

SUMMARY: being arranged married to carlos sainz, will the both of you work the marriage or will the next step be signing the divorce papers

WARNINGS: age gap, arranged married related, no smuts! tensions ofc, will be a 4 part series, inc of smau! angst, fluff (in the future?)

part 1

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Carlos definition of a date in his mind was a normal casual dinner date, not a date where the both of you would’ve enjoyed because right now while waiting for both of your food to arrived, there was a thick air of tension surrounding both of you.

“will you explain what is going on or are we supposed to sit here in silence?” you spoke, cutting off his train of thoughts

not far from your table you could notice the presence of the trio that was peeping towards your table, it’s not a secret when they’re out there wearing the exact same thing that you last saw them in.

“i’m aware lando have told you i’ve broken up with her” nodding your head agreeing to the statement

“I’ll appreciate if i could rekindle this situation, slowly”

now, you’re laughing because why now? why rekindle after a year?

“that’s funny sainz, the last thing i’ve heard from you was that you threw away our friendship over, just because you thought this marriage would meddle in to your relationship”

“you would’ve done the same thing, y/n. you don’t understand”

What did he meant that you wouldn’t understand? what about the nights you sobbed to him about how much you’ve loved your ex, but your parents would never approve of him which led the both of you to part ways

“i would’ve done the same thing carlos, but i couldn’t. it’s different for me because i’m not the head of the family, i’m just a woman who has to listen to everything my father says. I loved him, but i couldn’t do it anymore so i truly understand carlos. I’ve never once threw away our friendship but instead you, you’re selfish and you’re unaware of it”

you expected a reply but all he gave you was a slight nod agreeing to whatever you’ve just told him

“let’s just eat, we’re here anyways, and it would be great if those trios of yours join us instead of trying to hide themselves, because it’s not working”

it’s been two weeks since then, there was an improvement in carlos attitude towards you, he would pick you up daily from your shifts, asked you out to dinner and he’s actually treating you like a wife should have been treated, which was odd but it did healed a part of your heart knowingly this is exactly the way you wanted to be treat as a wife.

“you’ve been nothing but glowing these past few days, what’s going on?” you’re currently on face-time with your best-friend, casually keeping up with each other gossips

“it’s carlos, he’s been treating me differently ever since that dinner date” setting up your phone on your table, while you’re removing your left over makeup

“well that’s great isn’t it? you guys are married so, least he could do is start treating you like a wife”

your best friend have always had a grudge towards Carlos, ever-since you’ve told her about both yours and Carlos rough past

“yeah and i guess im still getting used to it, but she’s gonna come back anytime sooner, this isn’t the first and surely would not be the last”

sighing while removing your makeup, from your phone screen you could see your best friend shrugging her shoulders agreeing with whatever you’ve just said to her

“he does that everytime, y/n. it’s all up to your choices love”

just then you heard your front doors open with voices trailing behind, “i think he’s homed, i’ll text you in a while, love you”

with that you ended the call with your best-friend and walked to your living room only to be greeted with carlos and his friends

“is there something going on today?” you were confused, you weren’t aware of the invitation of his friends over to your house

“they were just stopping by for dinner, would you like to join us?”

“It’s alright, your mom came by and brought over some food. I’ll just heat them up for you guys”

with that, carlos left the kitchen to entertain his friends

you weren’t particularly fond of his friends, other than the three who’s always around the both of you, these friends were different

you knew the friend group that he sticks by has been there for him since childhood and they’ve particularly were more fond of her rather than you.

there were many times you’d eavesdrop their conversations and those times were when you’d listen to their bad remarks about your marriage.

you knew who carlos ex girlfriend was, you’ve met her multiple times due to carlos and your family gathering that’s on-going for every year.

you’d be lying if you think she wasn’t beautiful because she is, no one knew but you’d sometimes compare the both of you because clearly she was the better looking.

your train of thoughts left your mind when you felt hands snaking around your waist

“what’s going on with that mind of yours, i’ve been calling for you to join us”

you could smell that strong perfume of his and a tint of sweetness which you for sure know it’s neither his nor yours because the perfumes you wore were always citrusy scents, and that was one sign you should have never choose to ignore

taglist ; @iissza @spngi @sainzluvrr @slut4lando

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a/n : thank you for the support & love for dangerous woman 🥹! i’ve received multiple inboxs asking when will i post the next part, so here you go <3!

[simcardiac-arrested]

IM SURE YOUVE ALREADY EXPLAINED IT SOMEWHERE but.. may i ask about the story in bitter choco decoration. I like those guys :)

you’d be surprised but i apparently have never talked about these particular ocs’ story in detail on this particular tumblr blog. so i shall do just that…. i tried to summarize but it got kind of long oops, as it always does when i talk about my mentally ill ass ocs

so! as u might already know the guys in the video are rikki and william, and the animatic happens from rikki’s pov. rikki is basically the golden child of the family—smart, well-behaved, always keeping her parents satisfied, etc etc. generally she is put under a lot of pressure a lot of the time. and then her family decides to get an insurance child so to speak—just in case rikki fails in life—but they don’t want to go through the trouble of raising another one, so they decide to adopt.

that’s where william comes in, baby! now he is decidedly Not the golden child. he is the problem child. parents thought they could reform him—well, not much to show for that. but him and rikki surprisingly get along, even though they’re opposites. william actually gets someone who cares about him for once and wants him to be okay, and rikki gets someone who wants her to be more bold, stand up to others and consider what she herself wants instead of people-pleasing. he even gets her to make snide jokes and cut her hair. they’re best friends, it’s nice. for a while.

but, none of it is perfect. you know how rikki always seems to be smiling even though she’s clearly not having a good time? and you know all those red eyes that appear pretty much everytime william’s on screen? rikki has so many layers of masks that william never really feels like he actually knows her. and william, even though he mostly wants rikki to do her own thing, can still kind of be selfish and controlling (because he’s a teenager, and traumatized, and scared of losing his best friend, but it doesn’t change the fact that rikki feels the same pressure from him as she feels from their parents).

so this all culminates when they’re in high school and rikki buries herself in work—she wants to secure a good education and a good job so that she can actually get them both out of this shitty abusive household. for the first time in her whole life, she has a Goal that she personally has chosen. she now has someone to work hard for. but she also ends up spending a lot less time with that someone because of her studying, and it eats at william and eats and eats until—it turns out rikki’s hard work has actually paid off. she’s gotten a scholarship, and she can leave for a good university and she’s finally achieved something that she herself has wanted to do and not anyone else. for both of them. for her brother.

except her brother doesn’t react with support, like usual. he’s not cheering her on now that she’s fulfilled her dream and beyond. he just looks betrayed. because they’re best friends. they promised to be there for each other, to get out of this hellhole house together. how could she leave him behind? how is he supposed to make it without her, who is he going to have on his side? william loves her and wants her to be happy but he doesn’t want her to leave.

so in turn—because rikki is a) an avoidant little bitch who would rather masterfully evade conflict than try to have an opinion and b) doesn’t want her brother to hate her forever and not speak to her ever again—in turn, rikki, as always, as second nature, lies. i mean, it’s her dream, it’s something she’s been working towards for years, but she’ll stay. she’ll leave it behind. it makes perfect logical sense to her—best of both worlds: she doesn’t spend the last summer at home with her brother resenting her, and she still gets to actually go to university. it is basically flawless.

all up until, you know, the day comes where she actually has to move out and go to university. and william inevitably finds out that she lied to him. and they fight. it’s not good. it’s not happy. they end up separating on really bad terms, and not talking for the next 7 years because william runs away from home pretty much soon after rikki leaves (it’s not shown in the animatic but he does go MIA, rikki visits home once on holiday to find that her brother is just Gone, no one knows where he is, her parents couldnt give less of a shit, not great all around!!!) then rikki ends up graduating and looking for an easy first job, just to kind of set her foot in Job World.

unfortunately, it is also the exact same easy, convenient job that her brother ends up picking. hoo, boy. long time no see.

[helyiios]

icarus rising

(benji dunn/ethan hunt)

tw: suicidal ideation, talks of depression. if you struggle with any of those, please talk to a loved one or a health professional. you’re not alone.

Benji’s quiet, these days. Ethan would know, because he doesn’t dare stop at this desk all that often anymore. His friend’s focused on work, drowns in it, in his own little world.

It worries him. In a way. He wishes he would smile more. He would smile again. He misses the Benji from so many years ago, the freshly appointed field tech, the one who would flash him grins, teeth bared, his singular canine standing out, sharper than the left one.

Instead, this Benji is wistful. It’s what Ethan tells himself, to stop himself from using another word. Worn out. Depressed. Suicidal.

He recognises the pattern. Sees how empty his friend’s eyes are. How his hands seem rougher, how he’s heard about how he was often at the fighting ring. It was unusual, was it not ? For someone as soft as Benji to be amongst the sweaty crowds, throwing punches left and right. Hook, uppercut, swing—a nose is broken. It makes him sick, because he realises that maybe, just maybe, Benji had never been that sweet. Maybe it had been a facade to fool others. Maybe he’d always been so cold. Detached.

Benji’s not eating lunch anymore. They don’t see him leave his office at the break, but they never see him bring any food from home either. He’s lost weight, too. His face is sunken, and he looks visibly thinner. The muscles on his arms and back are more noticeable, and so are the scars on his wrists.

He’d stopped covering them with gauze the day Ethan confronted him about Kashmir. When he’d learnt about the hanging. It had been a slap in the face, and he wishes Benji would’ve just punched him. It would’ve been better than the furious look he’d gotten instead.

Or something.

He’s not in therapy, too. He knows this, because Benji told Jane about it. Said he didn’t have the time. Even with the IMF psychiatrists ? she’d asked. He’d just scoffed, apparently.

Ethan counted the scars on his wrists, actually. He had when he and Benji had gone on a mission together and his friend had fallen asleep in a teeshirt. He’d counted all of them, and now his stomach turns everytime he spots a new one. Fresher. Deeper.

He misses how warm Benji had once been. The field took the light out of him, and he hates himself for it. Hates himself for calling him in Shanghai. For Vienna. For having put him through all the hardships, over the years. Benji did not deserve any of the pain he’d gone through. The bomb. The rope. The torture.

He feels sick. Sick with guilt.

Benji should be laughing with other technicians, maybe have a partner to go home to, have dinner, watch TV. Share a pint.

Not this. Not the countless hours in front of a screen. Not the hideouts in shitty safehouses. Not the quick patching up after missions. The agony of on-the-spot stitches. The silence. The hurt.

The guilt.

The guilt.

The guilt.

Ethan moves at once, knocking on his friend’s office door. Despite their rooms being a few metres apart, he’d felt them drifting away from one another ever since Kashmir. Breaks his heart. His throat is tight, and he waits.

Seconds pass before the door unlocks.

Benji’s standing behind it, the first buttons of his shirt undone, his hair slicked back, except for a few strands. His eyes don’t exactly meet Ethan’s. They’re painted purple, a testament of the sleepless nights.

They stare at each other for a while. He wonders why he’s so afraid to speak. It was just Benji.

His best, most cherished, dearest friend.

It felt so foreign, now.

“Hey,” Benji finally, finally says. His tone is dry, like he doesn’t exactly have time for this. “Do you need anything ?”

Ethan’s voice’s missing. He just gapes.

“I don’t have all day…”

“We need to speak,” he ends up choking out, voice strained. “You and I.”

Benji recoils, but doesn’t add anything. He steps aside, letting him inside the room. He closes the door.

“What is it ?” he calmly asks, “is this about a mission ?”

“It’s about you.”

A pause.

“I don’t follow.”

“It feels like you’re…drifting away,” Ethan mutters, anxiously playing with his fingers. “From the team. From me.”

No answer.

“I miss you.”

“You see me everyday.”

“I miss your sarcastic remarks,” he bravely continues, “I miss how you’d protest against my stupid plans, and how you’d always have something kind of rude to say to me. I miss your smile, I miss…I miss the blue and gold of your eyes. Your laughter. I miss it. You. I miss…you.”

“I don’t understand, Ethan,” Benji softly replies, “I’m still me. I just…grew out my hair, I guess.”

“I miss us,” Ethan whispers, “it’s not been the same, those past months. You hide yourself in your office, you work until well after we all leave, you don’t come for bar nights, you don’t—you barely eat, I just—I’m worried about you.”

His friend’s face crumbles, and he averts his eyes.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re not. You’re not ! And I’m afraid—I’m afraid you’re going to do something desperate and Benji, I can’t—I can’t stand being so scared for you. Everyday I come in and worry you won’t be here anymore. Please,” Ethan begs, “it’s just me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“Benji…”

“You’re right,” Benji admits, “I’m trying to bury myself under work. It keeps me busy. I don’t sleep…a lot, and yeah, I forget to eat but I just—“ he swallows, blinking rapidly, “I…I’m just tired. I’m tired, Ethan.”

There’s a silence, where the words try and form themselves into sentences into his friend’s head. Trying to make sense of it all.

“Tired of the IMF ?” he asks gently, almost shy. “Of…of us…?”

“What ? No—yes—I—“ Benji shakes his head, going to sit on his chair again, face in his hands, “I don’t know. It feels like I’m drowning and I can’t…I can’t seem to stay afloat. It’s scaring me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because you have other things to deal with, Ethan. My issues aren’t that important in the grand scheme of it all.”

“You’re more important than any nuclear weapon in any dictatorship,” Ethan then says, like it was the most obvious thing on the entire planet. “I’ll skip missions if it means I can stay with you.”

Benji scoffs, halfway between disbelieving and frankly haughty.

“Don’t stay things like that,” he breathlessly laughs, “I’m not a child who needs a nanny.”

“You’re a man who needs a friend,” the other one retorts. “Do you eat proper meals at home ?”

“Go ahead and say I look like shit.”

“You don’t look like you’re okay, Benji.”

“What do you know about that ?” Benji snaps, and the look of devastation on his friend’s face immediately makes him want to take it back. “I—no, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s because I know,” Ethan says, still, quietly walking up to him, “that I’m worried. That I recognise the signs.”

“I’m not mentally ill,” he blurts out, eyes bright and shiny with unshed tears, “I don’t need help.”

“But you do,” the other man whispers, cupping his face ever so carefully, worried he might just break from his touch. “And it’s okay. I want to help. We all do.”

“I’m not okay,” Benji finally breaks, letting the sob escape from his lips, face glued to Ethan’s shoulder, hands shaking so hard he doesn’t know what to do with them. “I’m not fucking okay, it’s so scary, E. I’m scared.”

“I’ve got you,” Ethan whispers, holding him so tight he could just crush him, nose buried in the silky blonde hair, “I’m here. I’m going to stay.”

“Don’t let go of me,” he cries, grasping the other’s back desperately, “I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die.”

“I won’t let that happen, Benj, I’m not giving up on you. I’ll never leave you. I’m with you, okay ? Rely on me.”

“I’m so scared—“

“I’ve got you. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

“I need you,” Benji sobs, undignified and loud, “I need you so much. I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you, but I was so scared, and alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Ethan reassures him, “I’m here. So are Luther, Will, Jane and Ilsa. We’re all here for you. Yeah ? I promise it’ll be okay.”

“I want to die,” he admits, and that breaks Ethan’s heart. “But I was too scared to do it. So I’d just cut, or stop eating, and sleeping. It’d be a way to punish myself. Like I deserved it.”

“You don’t deserve any of it,” the other man chokes out, “you never did. You deserve—you deserve to be loved. You deserve warmth.”

Benji slightly pulls away, the retina of his eyes turning a light shade of pink, holding Ethan’s face in his own.

His eyes search for his, hesitant. Like he doesn’t quite dare.

Ethan is the one to close the gap between them, soft lips gently landing on rougher, chapped ones.

It doesn’t matter. They’re here, now. It’s all that matters.

He pulls away merely a few seconds later, daring to send Benji the smallest of smiles. The other man mimics him.

“You have a pretty smile,” Ethan whispers. “I missed it.”

“I missed you. I’m sorry for hiding, and…the dishonesty. For worrying you.”

“No more hiding, yeah ?”

Benji nods, resting his forehead on the other man’s.

“Promise.”

He knows he will not heal from a kiss. But he realises, upon waking up the next day, Ethan’s arm slung around his waist and his nose against his neck, that he feels like he can breathe again. That he wants to breathe again.

Maybe, he thinks, things would turn out okay.

Maybe, he will be okay.

[alecmagnuslwb]

Trick r' Treat, You're Dead Meat

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‘Trick or treat, you’re dead meat, give me something good to eat! If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!’

“No offense Love, but I’m glad we’re not going out tonight I look ridiculous,” John says pulling at his too tight ascot and perfectly coiffed blonde hair. 

“Oh, hush,” Zatanna says, adjusting her thigh high pink go-go boots. The movement catches John’s eyes unabashedly and Zatanna steps to him tugging on the ascot trailing her fingers up his neck lightly her eyes on his. “You look cute.”

“I look dorky as hell,” he replies

“You look hot,” she says fixing his hair he’d messed up before pausing for grand effect trailing her hand down his chest with a wink.

John sighs shuffling his way back over to the couch, kicking his feet up watching the final few tragic frames of American Mary playing on the screen. 

“If I didn’t know that that was going to be a very good payoff, I’d be changing into nothing but sweatpants right now,” he says, digging his hand into the candy bowl snatching up a few treats. 

They’re dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo. The costume plan had been brewed and sewed up before Ollie and Dinah’s family had gotten trapped on some sort of alternate dimension island and opted to cancel their festivities. Every other holiday plan they cooked up had seemed a little too close to their previous years that have always resulted in some sort of real life horror so they’d settled on staying at home giving out candy and watching movies. 

John had tried all through the month to get her to go with some of her early costume ideas like Chucky and Tiffany or Sidney and Billy, at least then he got to be covered in blood. But she’d insisted on something a little more family friendly since kids would be at the door. 

“We’ll be all dressed up with nowhere to go,” she’d said with glee, no room for argument. 

Zatanna snatches up the bowl playfully smacking John’s hand away, throwing her temporarily red hair over her shoulder with a smile. He scoffs popping a Reese’s cup in his mouth, as if she can’t just conjure up more candy. She glides over to the door anticipating the ringing bell before the trick or treaters can get to it. 

“You can’t do that, then you’ll be the creepy guy handing out candy in sweatpants,” she grins pulling open the door just as the bell finally rings. 

“Trick ‘r Treat!” the children shout. 

“You guys look fantastic!” Zatanna beams giving out heaping handfuls of candy to each member of the tiny Doom Patrol. 

They all shout thank you’s as they run off the porch passing through Woodcrest’s heavy metal gates, tonight adorned in iridescent purple bat lights. A stream of kids make it to the door before she can shut it again, a little parade of varying Bats, vampires, and references to children shows that go over both their heads. 

“Well, hey gorgeous,” a cheeky teenager dressed up as Fred says, winking at Zatanna as she gives a heaping handful of candy to his little sister dressed as Scooby Doo. 

John walks up behind her grabbing one small piece of candy tossing it into the kids bag. “Get your own redhead, kid,” he says. The kid rolls his eyes sauntering off with his skipping little sister in tow. 

The kids don’t stop coming for over an hour after that, the height of the trick ‘r treating coming on in full force. The pair sit on the steps outside giving out sizable and quality handfuls of candy that guarantee the word of mouth about how much candy Zee gives out will mean at least double the amount of kids next year. 

Eventually the stream of sugar hyped little ones dies down and the two head back inside cuddling up on the couch watching the remainder of Def by Temptation. They’re cozy on the couch John’s head resting in her lap, him grumbling just a bit everytime the bell rings and a trick ‘r treat straggler shows up at the door. 

The movie switches over to Frankenhooker, a favorite of Zatanna’s, just as they fully settle on the couch Zatanna sprawled out on top of John. A half hour passes and they assume the night belongs to just them when the bell rings again. Zatanna sighs, pulling herself off of John eyeing the clock, it’s nearing 10:30 trick ‘r treating’s official hours fully past. 

She pulls open the door with a smile revealing a pack of five. “Trick ‘r Treat!” they all shout in almost too perfect unison their voices somehow simultaneously high and gravely. Zatanna scans their costumes, surprised by the old school smocks and plastic masks of Bugs Bunny, a vampire, Casper the Ghost, a devil and Mickey Mouse.

“Vintage, nice” Zatanna says with a smile. She holds out the bowl to the kids, “Take what you want you’ll probably be some of our last kids for the night.” They all reach out swiftly with tiny hands moving fast grabbing nearly everything from the bowl between one beat and the next. Zatanna blinks and they’re rushing off the steps giggling as they go. She watches as they turn the corner seemingly disappearing into the night.

Zatanna huffs stepping inside with the near empty bowl. 

“Something up?” John says from his lounging spot on the couch. 

Zatanna shakes her head, “Just some odd kids, seemed like they’re having a fun night though.” She drops the bowl on the coffee table, nudging John’s legs with her knee. He gets the message pulling his legs in for a moment stretching them back out across her lap as soon as she’s sat down. She leans forward grabbing a Twix. Just as she’s taken her first bite the bell rings again and again. 

“All right, all right,” she says popping the whole Twix in her mouth licking her chocolate covered fingers as she goes. She pulls open the door to reveal an empty doorstep. She takes one step out looking from side to side not so much as a rustle of wind anywhere to be found. 

“Very funny,” she scoffs lifting her hand with a twirl. “Nrut ffo lla eht roodtuo sthgil.” she says and they all power down in a wave. She hopes that will keep away any further stragglers or pranksters, she loves seeing all the kids in their costumes but she’s down for the night. 

She closes the door locking it firmly behind her. She drops the candy bowl down before slowly undoing the green scarf at her neck blocking the tv slightly just as Dr. Jeffrey Franken gives himself another quick lobotomy. She slides the feathery purple jacket she’s been wearing over her sleeveless dress all night to keep away the chill off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. 

The corner of John’s lips upturn, “Does this mean I get to take off this getup?” he says sitting upright on the couch his attention fully locked on her. She hikes up her short dress making it just a little shorter walking over to the couch straddling his lap and settling down. 

She tilts her head, “Eventually,” she says with a smirk leaning in brushing her lips tantalizingly against his. 

“Eventually, huh?” he says chasing after her lips, getting a quick playful bite into the bottom one before she’s pulling back her hands sliding down his white sweater. “There was a cartoon crush kink here wasn’t there?”

She moves her hands low, moving them underneath his sweater pushing it up and up and shrugs, “What can i say, my major red flag is being into blonde men.” 

“I’d call that a green flag,” he smirks delighting as she urges his arms up pulling the sweater over his head, tossing it over the couch. 

She giggles pressing up close against him as she works at the buttons of the short sleeved blue button up layered beneath the sweater.  

John melts under her touch, his hands grabbing tight at her waist pulling her impossibly closer. He delights in the little gasp she lets out when he leans in and grazes his lips over her collarbone. Her hands move to his shoulder digging in tight leaving half his buttons still secured. His lips travel down the cleavage of her dress while his hands travel up slowly moving the straps of her dress down her bare arms. 

He peels down the front of her dress, his lips pressing at each reveal of alluring skin when suddenly the doorbell rings again. He groans frustrated when Zatanna pulls back and presses her soft purple dress back up to her chest tight. 

The bell rings again three times in quick succession. “We’re all out of candy!” John shouts keeping Zatanna steady on his lap. 

The ringing subsides stomping feet fleeing down the steps and away. 

“Now where were we,” John says trailing his fingers against Zatanna’s exposed back. 

“John,” Zatanna says looking over her shoulder back at the door. 

“It’s fine, love, they’re gone,” he says moving his fingers down her arms curling his fingers around one of her hands pulling it gently from where it holds up her dress. 

“Incorrigible,” she murmurs, not sounding nearly as bothered by the fact as she’s trying to be. 

John gets to work peeling the dress back down all the way to her waist. He grabs her bare hips flipping them so they’re flat on the couch John over top of her positioned between her legs. He leans down kissing her glad to feel her brief tension melt away as he nips at the sensitive skin of her neck traveling back down to the collarbone where he started. 

He lifts up a hand to his neck to take off the bright orange ascot. 

Zatanna reaches up stopping him pulling his hand down to the side. “Uh, uh,” she says. “The ascot stays on.”

He chuckles leaning back down to press his lips to her skin with a chuckle, “Of course it does.” 

He licks at the top curve of her breast one hand trailing across her bare ribs and up to the other breast, fingers trailing teasingly around her nipple. She moans, then moves one hand reaching up her fingers carding into his hair, messing up the perfect coif gently encouraging him downward towards the currently neglected nipple. He happily concedes freezing just as he’s about to put his lips around it when a cacophony of loud knocks sound at the door. 

They both stop what they’re doing heads turning towards the door. Silence for a beat just the sound of Frankenhooker asking ‘Wanna date?!” before another round of loud knocking. 

“Alright that’s it,” Zatanna says pushing John up. She untangles herself from him slipping her dress back in place as she heads towards the door. 

“It’s just dumb kids, if we ignore it they’ll go away,” John argues as she gets further away. She just throws him a look over her shoulder, no room for argument. He sighs long and loud falling face first into the cushions. 

She slings open the door stepping out onto the steps. “Alright!” she yells. “Very funny. We get it you can knock and you can ring doorbells, but that’s enough! Do it again and you’re gonna find out not such a good witch lives here!”

She’s met with silence, just a light cool breeze rustling leaves across the lawn, the raggedy clothes on her gravedigging skeletons flapping quietly. 

She crosses her arms with a huff awaiting to see if these hooligans are brave enough to show themselves. 

She takes one step back about to re enter her home when knocks sound again this time coming from the large bay windows in the living room. 

John shoots up from the couch heading for the windows and pulling open the curtains to find nothing. Zatanna steps outside a little further leaning over the iron railing, she flicks her hand turning all the Halloween lights back on revealing nothing but large fake spiders in the bushes below the windows. 

More knocks sound this time from the back door in the kitchen. John runs towards the sound rebuttoning some of his shirt as he goes. Zatanna rushes back inside the house locking the door firmly once again. 

John steps outside the small garden in the back twinkling with little skull and pumpkin lights, the space as still as can be. 

“Anything?” Zatanna asks him as she walks into the room. John shakes his head shutting the door ensuring it’s locked. 

The doorbell rings again, followed by knocks at both doors. The knocking gets louder windows on the first floor shaking with the force of the knocks. 

John and Zatanna rush back into the living room just as a low singing begins. Zatanna mutes the tv knowing it’s not her beloved movie. The words aren’t discernible at first, but as they go they get louder and more clear. 

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat, give me something good to eat! If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!”

“Well that’s fucking ominous,” John says looking to the front bay windows as giggling begins little faces popping up out of the bushes. Five of them in vintage masks that Zatanna saw not but an hour ago. 

“These are the odd kids from earlier,” Zatanna says, eyes staying locked on the creepy kids. 

They sing their little song again moving their heads in time back and forth their vacant mask eyes on the couple. 

“I gave you some goddamn candy!” she shouts at them and they freeze mid-song. 

The lights flicker in and out, the TV suddenly loud and stuck like a broken record as Frankenhooker says over and over again ‘Wanna party? Got any money?!”

Until it all cuts out, the whole house going dark for a moment. Zatanna grabs John’s arm keeping him close when after a few silent beats the lights come back on, the tv all static now. Small simple knocks hit the front windows the little faces gone now but words written across the window in what they hope is just dark red paint. 

WE DON’T CARE it says in response to her insistence she gave them candy. 

“Shit,” she says keeping hold of John. Glass breaks in the kitchen and they head towards it to find the small windows over the sink busted open a few of the brick gravestones she’d placed in the garden lying broken on the floor. 

Zatanna drops John’s arm leaning down to pick up a shard of one of the small gravestones it’s covered in a tacky green and red substance she hadn’t put there. She dares to sniff at it a sickly sweet mixture of watermelon and coppery blood. 

She drops the gravestone bit and turns to John clapping her hands together loud, “Laes siht esuoh.” 

“Is that such a good idea, love?” John says pointing at the trail of goo that follows out of the kitchen and leads down the hall towards the first floor library. The least dangerous of the libraries in the house at least. “I’d say the call is already coming from inside the house.” 

“Better to trap them then,” she says twisting one hand at her side. “Sriatspu dna tnemesab ffo stimil.” A warm wave of magic settles over the interior of the house. “And that will keep them away from any dangerous artifacts.” 

John nods. “Then let's find the little buggers,” he says just as the sound of tumbling books sounds from down the hall. They rush for the library and enter to find piles of books in every corner giggles sounding from behind the couch. 

Zatanna and John walk slowly towards it, hands at the ready. Bugs Bunny mask pops up from behind the couch tossing a handful of candy in Zatanna’s face before running off arm outstretched knocking a row of books off the shelf. 

Zatanna guffaws as the rain of bite sized chocolate bars do nothing more sinister as she expected. John takes off running at the menace, “Come here you little shit!” he shouts tackling Bugs Bunny mask to the ground. The impact lands hard Bugs landing all sorts of wrong on one arm. 

They struggle with John batting hard at his chest despite the clearly damaged wrist gaining the upper hand overtop John. Bugs reaches into their smock brandishing some sort of bastardized shiv made from a lollipop holding it close to John’s left eye. 

Zatanna swings a hand out her magic sending the shiv carrying rabbit into a bookshelf knocking even more books to the ground. John scrambles upright as Bugs gets up from the ground like nothing even happened. 

“Zee, wanna hit Bugsy here with another blast,” John says backing up towards her. 

“Another hit might kill this kid, which i don’t love the idea of killing a kid,” Zatanna says arms at her side hesitant. 

“I don’t think these things are kids,” he replies watching as Bugs twists his broken wrist back into place leaving a puddle of that sickly sweet goo dripping down his arm. Bugs giggles walking eerily slowly towards them lollipop shiv in hand. 

“Nope,” Zatanna says flinging a hand at the monstrous bunny. “Dnib gsub ot eht sniatruc!”

The black ropes of the velvety red curtains spool out grabbing at Bugs and pulling them back they growl struggling against the magically tight bonds losing grip on their shiv. The lollipop falling to the ground and shattering into pieces. Zatanna and John cautiously walk towards the bunny once they’re tightly secured, tossing back and forth but the bonds not loosening. 

Zatanna reaches up grabbing the plastic mask and slipping it upward revealing the face below. It’s not a kid, that’s for sure. The face beneath is a twisted demonic version of the mask they wear, rabbit-like features twisted and dingy gray. Deep indents run along the face where the mask had been. 

“Jesus christ,” John says over her shoulder. 

Bugs hisses at him, his two big buck teeth covered in red and green goop rattling. 

“Gonna guess you’re not human,” Zatanna says. Bugs starts giggling at that their big black empty eyes staring her down. They whisper their little sinister song the buck teeth getting in the way of certain letters, their head rocking back and forth. “Yeah, we’re gonna put this back on.” Zatanna says with a disturbed look. 

“One down, sort of,” John says looking away from Bugs as he emphasizes the ‘we’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head’ line of the song. “If we catch them all we can send them…somewhere.” 

“Somewhere,” Zatanna agrees catching on shadows in the hallway. She taps John on the side pointing towards the hall where flickering flames start to appear. They step towards the wide doorway slowly, Bugs still growling behind them when a rumbling sound begins. Two large jack o’lanterns brightly lit start rolling their way jagged evil faces glowing. 

They separate dodging to each side of the room to avoid the orange menaces as they rush at them at high speed. Giggles sound from the hallway, the devil and Mickey Mouse making themselves present. They peek into the room waving at them once before pulling more pumpkins into their arms. 

They roll them at John and Zee snickering as the flaming  pumpkins make their way to them. They keep pulling pumpkins out sending rounds and rounds of them that the pair dodge. 

“Where the hell are these pumpkins coming from?!” Zatanna shouts stamping out a small pumpkin that nearly catches a pile of fallen books on the floor ablaze. 

John opens his mouth with no answer slipping slightly as a huge pumpkin knocks into his legs before slamming into the wall catching the curtain that Bugs is attached to on fire. Zatanna puts it out quickly her focus on keeping the library from burning down. 

The devil and Mickey take this as an opportunity rushing into the room. The devil oh so ironically makes its way to John while Mickey heads to Zatanna. 

She’s quick turning from her firefighting duties magic swiping out at Mickey throwing them hard into a pile of smashed up pumpkin. The devil tries to slide through John’s legs, but he doesn’t quite make it. John kicks out at them knocking them hard in the chest. The devil lands ass first on a still lit candle not so much as flinching. 

The devil just laughs and starts singing that damn little song. John grabs them by the smock lifting them up from the ground. Mickey sees this, slipping and sliding on the pumpkin mess to get up and assist their friend. Zatanna knocks him back down every time he works back up, enough times that something human would be unconscious by now. 

She lifts him in the air slamming him down hard into an ornate chair in the corner conjuring up chains to secure the creature tight. Mickey struggles against it just like Bugs had but seems content giggling and growling all the time. 

John fumbles with the devil who’s thrashing back and forth in his grip long jagged red nails scratching at his arms. John holds tight though slamming the devil down onto the hard back of Zatanna’s red velvet couch. Bone cracks but the devil doesn’t even flinch. Zatanna reaches out a hand conjuring up more locks and chains to surround the devil who stays back broken damn near in two over the back of the couch. 

The devil's mask slips in the awkward position revealing a distorted face dark red and horned. 

“How many more?” John asks stamping at a still lit jack o’lantern on the floor covering his blue flare pants in goop. 

“Two,” Zatanna says her magic doing a double check on the bound three. “Casper and a vampire.” 

“It’s like a bad joke: the devil, a vampire, Bugs, Mickey and Casper all walk into a witches house,” John grumbles heading for the hall. 

They walk slowly making their way through the halls, the lights flicker a few inexplicable pumpkins in the hall still lit. Shadows play tricks around them shapes of the five creatures fucking with them playing on the walls. 

They reach the end of the hall again at the living room where this all began, a single pumpkin blocking their way. A disfigured image of the two of them is carved into the glowing gourd the candle blazing unnaturally. From the living room a filter of random scenes from their horror movie lineup filter in and out the lights flickering like a classic haunted house. 

“Well they’re talented I’ll give them that,” Zatanna says before bringing her tough go go boot down on the pumpkin. A whisper sounds over John’s shoulder, he flinches back seeing nothing but an empty hall. 

Zatanna kicks the destroyed pumpkin aside stepping back into the living room. John follows her trying to ignore the jumbled whispers behind him. 

The living room goes pitch black as soon as her boot steps beyond the fake cobweb adorned hallway. The whispers grow louder no longer behind them but coming from every little corner of the room. Zatanna gestures towards the other side of the room knowing that just like before it’s best to focus on one little creature each. John takes her direction stepping away from her as the front door bursts open wind gusting impossibly loud inside. 

Casper makes himself known first coming out of seemingly nowhere dropping down onto John’s back. 

“Little fuck!” John shouts wrestling with the ghost on his back. He knocks back into the large bay windows hard attempting to jostle the creature. Zatanna holds back not going to John’s aid like she knows the vampire who’s somewhere in this room is hoping she will to catch her off guard. 

She steps slowly in the dark before looking up and snapping her fingers her magic slipping the lights back on. 

“Gotcha,” she says looking up at the vampire gripping tight to the chandelier. He cackles a haughty movie Dracula laugh swinging the chandelier back and forth with glee. 

John keeps knocking into walls to get rid of the ghost on his back who’s grip holds tight around his neck, not tight enough to cut off his air supply but tight enough for real discomfort while the vampire continues to taunt Zatanna. 

John drops to the ground hard finally loosening the grip the ghost has on his neck. He lifts up every bone in his back cracking as he goes to reach for a weapon. He gets to the ridiculous knight in armor that lives in the room year round grabbing the heavy dull sword from its grip. 

Casper rushes at John trying to take his feet out from underneath him. The ghost is unsuccessful, John swiping the sword at them knocking at the chin of the creature's mask. Casper growls rushing him again and again each time John makes a move with the sword knocking hard at different parts of the body. Each blow makes the Casper howl with anger relentlessly coming at John harder each time. 

John slams the sword hard down on the creature's head cracking the skull with a splatter. Brain matter and the sickly sweet goo splash across John and the wall. Caspers mask falls to their neck the ghostly distorted face cracked open with green and red goo. Casper stumbles a bit the brain matter loss actually being the first thing to affect any of these creatures. 

Meanwhile the vampire finally descends down from the chandelier landing on all fours on the ground in front of Zatanna. She steps to him ready for a fight. The vampire scuttles towards her, she stomps at one of the creatures hands hard with the heel of her boot and it hisses. The vampire scrambles upright and leaps onto Zatanna.

They fall to the ground Zatanna knocking the vampire hard in the gut with a fist knocking it off her instantly. She scrambles up a hand to the creature's throat. The vampire flails a bit suddenly dispensing hands full of little plastic vampire fangs. 

“Really?” she says with a scoff regretting that not even a beat later when the vampire tosses them at her the fangs chomping violently and biting into her skin. 

She flinches in pain, pulling back from the vampire. She clambers back using her magic to dispel the fangs from her skin wincing in pain a bit when each one unclamps. The vampire just watches giggling and hissing as she bumps back into the coffee table finally free of the multicolor plastic fangs. 

She moves to knock the vampire back with her magic but changes her mind when her back presses against the cool wood of the coffee table. She flicks a hand cracking the table into two sending the bowl of candy flying the legs splintering off one by one. 

She picks up the nearest one holding it tight. The vampire stops giggling and rushes for her the two of them landing in the pile of splintered wood. Between her pure skill and magic she gets the upper hand overtop the vampire slamming the stake hard down into where a heart would be if these things have any at all. 

The vampire freezes slowly lifting a hand. She readies herself for more evil plastic fangs but all the creature does is drop the hand down on its chest. For a brief moment she thinks she’s finally killed one of these things but the moment doesn’t last long. The vampire reaches up lightning fast scratching at her with sharp little nails. 

“These things definitely won’t die!” Zatanna says pulling the stake from the giggling vampire's chest batting its sharp hands away with magic.  

“I’m gathering that!” John shouts back, knocking Casper over the head for the umpteenth time. The ghost still won’t go down even if they stumble a bit from time to time. 

The vampire hits Zatanna in the stomach gaining the upper hand, but she holds tight to the stake. She hits the vampire square in the chest again, nothing but a delighted hiss being given in response. The vampire pulls the stake from their own chest twirling it in hand toying with her now that they have the advantage when it happens. 

The room nearly freezes.

The vampire drops the stake raising a hand to wave over Casper. Casper stops their next rush at John mid wind-up and goes just a little wobbly over the back of the couch grabbing the vampire’s hand. John follows them stopping at Zatanna’s side helping her up off the ground. 

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat,” they start singing their voices joined by more when thumping feet run into the room. 

John and Zatanna turn to find the devil, Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny all giggling away bits of rope and chain hanging over their shoulders. 

“Fuck,” she says hands ready to blast them with magic. John turns back facing the other two who still sing their little song. 

The trio join the other two in song and rush at Zatanna swiping her feet out from underneath her before she can get out a single backwards word. 

She lands on the floor with an oof turning just in time to see them swipe John’s feet out from under him as well. He lands on his tailbone and winces. Zatanna does the same knowing that land just tweaked at least three old injuries. Zatanna turns still seated on the floor watching as the evil quintet all join hands starting their song over again. 

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat,” they sing their heads moving side to side. “Give me something good to eat!” they continue. Casper’s head reforms a bit of gooey brain sloughing off their shoulders. The hole in the vampire’s chest reforms their smock stained with that same goo that covers the whole first floor now. “If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!” they finish giggling as they all rush out the door one by one still hand in hand, Zatanna’s magical barrier shimmering and dissipating around them.  

“They just broke through my protection spell like it was nothing,” Zatanna says with a huff mouth hanging slightly agape as they wind through the front yard, zig zagging just for the hell of it. 

“Uh, huh,” John says with a nod watching as the wispy smocks flitter in the wind before the little creatures disappear shimmering away just as the distant church bells ring for midnight signaling Halloween’s end. The sickly sweet watermelon and blood smell lessens with their departure but still lingers as the culprit of the scent covers nearly every surface nearby. 

“Why wait till now? They could have been all over the house this whole time,” she wonders reaching down to unzip her heeled boots one at a time. 

“Beats me,” John says untying the orange ascot from around his neck. “Thrill of the game i guess.”

Zatanna lets out a tired sigh flicking her hand to shut the door locking it tightly once again. 

“What the actual fuck was all that?” she says finally taking her eyes off the door, wiping at the watermelon blood goo on her face. 

John just shrugs flicking what he thinks might be brain matter off of his shoulder. “A standard Halloween for the Constantine-Zatara’s at this point.” 

Zatanna just groans falling fully back onto the floor legs akimbo wishing for just one normal Halloween. 

“I just wanted to hand out candy and have fun, somewhat cartoon crush inspired sex,” she sighs closing her eyes. 

“Well we did the first two things and there’s still time for that last bit,” he says brushing his fingers lightly against her arm. 

She sighs, “But all this mess.” 

“This?” John scoffs. “A handwave and a couple words and this is gone.”

She smiles her eyes still closed. She raises a hand with a quiet backwards spell for cleaning leaving her lips. She feels the wave of magic clean up her, John and the house in a gentle wave. The watermelon blood smell finally gone though she knows she won’t be forgetting it any time soon. 

“See,” he says and Zatanna can hear his smirk. 

“Shouldn’t we figure out what those things were?” she says peeking one eye open.

John shrugs, “Only if they come back.”

Zatanna closes her open eye again contemplating for a moment. He has a point. “Well, you took off your ascot,” she says with a smile, opting to forget the seasonal creatures for now. She’ll bug Rory about it in a few days. 

She hears a shuffle of fabric and then feels as John moves over her nudging her legs open to make room for him. She does, smiling when she feels the end of the ascot retied at his neck brush her skin. She opens her eyes looking up at him no longer bloodied but hair still disheveled. The Halloween lights are all back on again. The tv flickering in the corner Lisa Frankenstein now playing on it.

“The ascot stays on,” she emphasizes eyes locking with his. 

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles leaning down for their lips to meet just as Strange by Galaxy500 plays loudly from the TV. 

[voids-colourful-creations]

Glass Roses - A Kanna Kizuchi Fic

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Rated: T Your Turn to Die - Up Until the end of Chapter 2 Words: 2,550 Warnings: Canon Typical Anguish, Death, and Depictions of Torture

Kanna, in the shards of glass that remain after everything falls apart.

This was written for the amazing YTTD Epilogue Zine! Be sure to check out the other amazing artists and writers in this!! This project's a bit old, I wrote this over 2 years ago! But this is still one of my favourite projects to be apart of, it was so much fun!

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Teardrops are sliding down Kanna’s face slowly, taunting her. They taste terrible, salt, sweat, snot and sorrow, but Kanna isn’t sure she’ll be able to breathe right if she closes her mouth.

Kanna sits on the floor, it's hard and cold and she can feel tiny pieces of grit and dirt digging into her skin. They’re tiny needles and barbs, small whispers and reminders. Each tiny pinprick sings to her, “you deserve this.”

Reko’s hand is resting on her back, making light circles. Her hand is wide and warm, the tips of her nails blunt. Not her sister. Kugie’s hand was slim and cool to the touch. Her nails were long, painted in perfectly even strokes.

Kanna’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. She knows the hand attempting to comfort her isn’t Kugie’s. It won’t ever be Kugie’s. Not anymore.

Everytime she thinks about that for a moment too long, her lungs seem to have the air siphoned out of them, until she’s wheezing and choking on her own lack of oxygen.

But on the other hand, Kanna doesn’t need Reko’s hand to pretend that Kugie’s beside her.

The voice is already whispering in her ears; or rather, it hasn’t yet stopped.

Kugie screamed when she was crushed. A loud, raspy scream accompanied by a grotesque splattering, splintering, crushing noise. Within the echoes of that scream, a whispering voice remains, ringing around and around with no end.

Kanna stares at the floor as Reko murmurs, touch still light and gentle.

It only makes things worse.

The floor is so shiny. So pristine and clean. Was this building freshy built to torture them? Or did the kidnappers simply scrub it clean before they had arrived.

It’s so sickeningly shiny. Kanna can see her reflection. Kanna can see Kugie’s reflection.

The more Kanna cries the more her vision blurs, the more her reflection distorts, her features melting away leaving Kugie in her place, sobbing still. Melting, melting, melting, like snowmen (they’d never make one together again), like crayons in heat (they’d never draw together again), like ice cream (they’d never eat together again) that Kanna could still taste. Disgusting, sickly sweet, burning against the back of her throat.

It’s stinging, sickening pain as Kanna shakes.

She can’t tear her eyes away from her own reflection (or is it hers?).

The sallow eye sockets stream with tears, mouth wide open.

Why’d you kill me Kanna. Filthy disgusting Kanna. It should’ve been you, Kanna.

Kanna, Kanna, Kanna.

She hasn’t noticed that Reko’s hand has left her back until it’s coaxing her forward, pulling her gently into an embrace.

“Kanna, Kanna look at me, okay?”

Kanna tears her eyes away from the reflection.

Reko’s eyes are sharp and defined, but her expression is soft and concerned.

“Kanna, can you just take a breath in for me? Just one nice big breath, good, good that’s a good girl. Now breathe out- you got it! You’re doing incredible, Kanna.”

Kanna watches Reko’s face carefully, focuses on matching her breath. She doesn’t look away, tracing her eyes over each smudge of makeup, each hair in her eyelashes, the crisscrossing pattern of her braid.

And if Kanna focuses hard enough, she can almost convince herself that she can’t see Kugie’s crying face reflected in Reko’s eyes.

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There’s a dull hum in the monitor room, but the sound is starting to get to Kanna. It stings, this buzzing sound that won’t leave. It’s dozens of tiny sparks in her brain.

She keeps staring at the screens unblinkingly. To any observers she appears frozen in place, but her heart is pounding hard and fast.

It’s not here.

Even with no picture on the back of any monitor, Kanna keeps staring at one monitor in particular, hoping that somehow a mistake was made. That somehow, the screen will flicker to life, and her sister will smile back at her, scold her for being so silly.

She stares, unblinking.

She stares.

It stings, but she’s too terrified of missing something in the split second she blinks.

Nothing changes.

It won’t stop being Kanna, staring back at Kanna. Her own eyes, growing shiny the longer she stares into them. If she looks hard enough, within the reflection on the screen, she can see the reflection of the screen in her own eyes, and so on and so forth down a never ending hole. The sort of hole Kanna feels herself on the edge of ever since she got tangled into this mess.

Why? Why not her sister? How come Kanna couldn’t see her again? Now that the possibility had been presented to her, ripping it away was unimaginably cruel.

It’s an ugly and selfish guilt that pricks her stomach. A ball of thorns, woven around and around in ringlets and coils. What made Professor Mishima so much better than her sister? How come Nao got this splinter of relief, while Kanna fell further, further, into a world she knew she’d be alone in?

She doesn’t tear her gaze away from the monitors until they flicker to life, blaring reds and glaring yellows, flashes that light up the dark room. 

Kanna’s eyes burn. 

Taunting, laughing dolls address them with amused expressions. Ranger looks down at Kanna like she is the doll instead, a plaything, something to break if bored.

His skirt (though it’s not his skirt, she can’t call it his when it's what little remains of her sister) sways back and forth as he paces around them in circles, eyes swirling. It’s nauseating. She wants to deny it, but she knows. Can’t deny the familiarity of the tiny tear at hem’s edge, the loose thread that gets longer the more it's pulled at. 

Ranger’s laugh slashes away at Kanna’s heart, and with her vocal cords cut she remains silent. 

--

The cage is transparent, but Kanna can still see hints of her reflection in the glass. The tips of her fingers, pale and clammy, clutch at the edge of a jacket barely visible in the darkness. Her scarf, creased and crumpled, digs into her neck as she strains herself, trying to get a better picture of what’s happening. As all the color continues to drain from her face, her own fearful expression becomes more and more defined. All except the eyes, empty holes into the view beyond. The tiny figures of those strangers, those friends, those people playing unwillingly with each others’ lives. Sara, Reko, Nao, suspended high on a platform, their panic playing out in Kanna’s empty eye sockets.

It’s not the Reko that held her, the one on that platform up there. It’s not the Reko who comforted her, who told her things would be alright when they first entered the game. But it still looks like Reko. It still talks like Reko.

Dolls are, Kanna thinks, confusing. Non-human.

A manifestation of memory, maybe? But then, these weren’t created of their own will, were they? Unnatural beings…

An idle memory floats to Kanna, an inopportune time for it, as always.

She’s still holding onto her sister’s hand, scuffing her feet as she tries to keep up with her pace walking home. Her shoes scrape the curb, brushing against the tiny wildflowers that grow over the edges of the pavement.

Kugie is complaining again. About schoolwork this time.

Kanna listens intently to her sister’s words. Everything her sister says is interesting, and this is no different.

It’s something about a psychology class she’s taking, or philosophy? 

Some theoretical that she has to do a presentation on, and Kugie couldn’t care less.

“How about you explain it to me, then?” Kanna had asked, and Kugie’s expression had softened just a bit, her grip squeezing Kanna’s hand for a split second.

“Basically, it’s this dumb idea some really old guy came up with a really long time ago, or something. This guy claimed that every person’s “being” or sense of self or whatever it was, was like… made entirely out of their memories? I think…”

Kanna nodded, that made sense.

“But then it gets complicated because then like… if you lose your memories, are you not the same person? What if you misremember things, or lose your memories and get them back? See, it’s silly.”

“It sounds… scary.” Kanna decided on.

“Then that leads to this other idea,” Kugie continued, “that moment to moment, each version of you is a different person from the second before.”

“Then, Kanna would be talking to a new sister now, wouldn’t she?”

Kugie smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, exactly. Hello, newest Kanna.”

Their footsteps filled the silence for a moment. 

“And… What happened to the other Kanna?”

Kugie hesitated.

“I guess… she died.”

Now, Kugie’s words echo in Kanna’s mind, a loop that won’t end. She tries and tries, but her sister’s voice is ever present, never ending.

It’s terrifying. The thoughts that keep swirling, the idea that Kanna let go of. Regardless of her wishes, The Reko That Never Sang a Requiem was created of Reko’s memories. If she has Reko’s memories, is the Reflection That Isn’t Reko as real as the first Reko?

Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the distance, the fear, but Kanna’s stomach squirms when she looks at The Reko That Doesn’t Breathe. It’s Not Kanna’s Reko. There’s nothing about The Reko That Is Pleading For Its Life that’s wrong , per se, no single trait Kanna can point to and say, “there! That’s not the Real Reko!” Then again, maybe it would be better to say there was nothing more wrong with this than to be expected. Because everything about this is wrong, nothing about this is right, Kanna is scared and tired and she wants to go home with her sister and sleep.

When Kanna squints, she can see it. Not physically, not in a way she can describe, but she can feel the difference. That’s not Kanna’s Reko.

The scary part, Kanna knows, though she tries not to think about it, is the lingering feeling that it could’ve been.

Kanna can picture it even, this Reko, though slightly more brash, being Her Reko. This Memory of a Reko. A living ghost for a woman who hadn’t died. Not yet anyway, but from the way Ranger was laughing, Kanna couldn’t be sure how long that would be.

This Reko, The Reko That’s Not Quite Right, is nothing like Ranger, or Safalin, or Miley. Nothing like the Reception Doll. 

She’s Reko, but she’s not.

If this Reko, the Reko that’s crying, make-up staining artificial cheeks, had been the one Kanna had met before, would they still feel the same way?

She doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter. 

Reko tumbles back with Sara’s shove, and Kanna squeezes her eyes shut. 

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Kanna’s fingers tremble as she holds the phone she’s finally retrieved in her hands. Clumsy Kanna, stupid Kanna, how could she have lost it.

Kanna shakes her head, not that it quiets the voices. 

Taking a deep breath, she begins to type her apology. 

It’s her turn now. She knows it’s her turn now. She’s made this choice, she’s earned this fate, she’s prepared for what it means. She thinks. She hopes.

The tips of Kanna’s nails clack against the phone screen as she types out her message. They didn’t used to. While Kanna was trapped here, they must have grown. The thought unsettles her more than she was expecting it to. Letter by letter, slowly and carefully, she types. She’s not quite hesitant, not quite unrestrained. 

Kanna will be the big sister. She’ll protect her big sister, her Sara, that’s what matters. She can make up for her mistakes, she can atone for her sins. Kanna can do it. Even if her fingers tremble. 

The screen is dark, though Kanna can still make out each letter she types. Her own face reflects back at her, tinted red by the phone’s screen. 

She doesn’t look like herself, really. Or perhaps, she doesn’t look like Kanna? Does Kanna not look like her? The longer she stares at the screen, the more she wonders if Kugie would recognize her. Does she even recognize herself? Though, perhaps recognition is not the top concern. Kanna wonders, more idly than she should, if the Kanna from last year would resent the Kanna who stares back at her now. She wonders if she ought to care either way.

This can be her apology. To her sisters, the both of them, to herself.

When the message is complete, Kanna’s fingers slowly slide off the phone's screen. They’re sweaty, she’s shaking harder than she realized.

But she can’t stop yet. She’s got to atone. 

And she will.

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Sara’s sobbing when she votes, and Kanna watches her shake. Kanna smiles, softly. She had done it, hadn’t she? Finally, she’d done something right. Just like her big sister, what a good girl, Kanna. Wasn’t that just how things went for a Kizuchi sister? To die to protect her sister? It hurts Sara now, Kanna can see, but she’ll move past it, Sara’s excellent at moving forward. Much better than Kanna in every way. And with Sou, the group will be even stronger. Much stronger than they would’ve been with silly little Kanna.

Yes, this is much better for everyone. 

So Kanna doesn’t see herself when she looks at Sara’s sobbing face. Not in the slightest. 

--

The moment Kanna feels the stabbing, pricking pain, she closes her eyes. She can feel the seeds spreading, flowing through her veins. It’s an awful, horrible feeling, and she screams out despite herself. She wants to slash her skin open with her own hands, rip herself to pieces. At least that would be less painful. She’d prefer the running, dripping agony, than the buzzing, stinging growth that swirls inside her. 

Her eyes stay firmly shut though she wails, mouth wide open.

There’s a saying about memories playing back as someone verges on death, Kanna can’t be certain if it's true or not. But she sees it, playing on the back of her eyelids. The Kanna of yesterday. The Kanna that will never exist. The current, tangled, Kanna, wilting and blooming in unison. They’re smiling, all of them. It’s comforting.

At the very least, it’s Kanna. Her selfish scrap of comfort is that it’s her name she can hear them yelling. I don’t blame you, she wants to say, thank you, she wants to cry, but the vines have replaced her vocal cords.

Kanna’s not sure if it's a mercy or a cruelty that her brain appears to be untouched by the flowers. Her mind whispers out its last message, it repeats and repeats in her brain, the same words rewind and reply, echoing over and over. A reflection, a shadow, a regret. Kanna’s final lament.

Sister… 

Are you... watching?

Are you... proud?

...Kanna

Is just like you... now.

...Kanna did it.

The screaming stops.

I... protected someone with my own death.

...Kanna ...died knowing her sibling would be safe.

Just  

Like  

You.

...Right?

Two girls walk home, holding ice cream in either hand.

Sister?

Kanna made sure sister’s gift wasn’t wasted. But Kanna’s a big sister too now. Kanna’s learned to share. So if it’s me… then it’s fine.

It hurts, sister.

A flower blooms. 

I’m coming to see you again, sister.

…

I hope Kanna hasn’t left you waiting too long.

[Ending.]

[soupzardous]

i would love a detalied lore drop on are they smarter than a first grader :3 i genuinely adore all these characters youve written i would gladly take any brain vomit like just screenshots of you and ur friend brainrotting i would eat it alllll up!! just anything honestly

I’m not even gonna lie I did not deliver at all. But what I will give you is that I know for sure that Quackity had like been super anxious for the sleep over. As usual Wilbur was late. Literally not shocking. But basically I hadnot planned much for that chapter I had lots of ideas tho. I did want to have them maybe build a pillow fort in Slimes room cuz I thought that would be silly and also cuz Quackity would’ve lost his marbles. I also think I intended on writing a moment that chapter where Quackity wants to read Fundy and Slime a bed time story since it was routine but Fundy doesn’t know how to react and Slime shoos Quackity away because Fundy can just read to him. Quackity would’ve gone back to the living room grumbling and prob would’ve poured himself a glass of wine cuz he can’t handle not being in charge of things.

Since him and Wilbur were fighting before hand (from what I remember) I wanted it to be sort of tense and awkward. I know in the previous chapter, Slime had green marker on his face and that was how i planned on getting them to start talking. Wilbur would’ve also been drinking wine and all that jazz. However, the plan was for Wilbur to suggest to Quackity that he get Slime some tattoo markers so Slime can draw on himself without it becoming a problem, and that was gonna lead into them being fucking weird or whatever. I really hardcore believed that atstafg!Quackity had a trampstamp (there is concept art and everything). Anyways, back then i did actually write out all the dialogue as kind of a bare bones draft, so I’ll just insert that screen shot here:

Then they probably were freaks and kissed. And this time no one interrupted them for realzies.

The next morning was gonna go one of two ways.

1. Quackity was gonna wake up and realize it was almost 8:30 am (he usually woke up around 5) an get worried that the kids hadn’t eaten. In this scenario he didn’t even remember the whole thing with Wilbur because he is more worried abt the kids. He would’ve winded up walking into the living area and seeing that Wilbur was in his bath robe due to being the one who’d woken Wilbur up, and Wilbur had to find something to put on because he wanted to let Quackity keep sleeping (he knew Quackity was sleep deprived)

2. They would’ve woken up at the same time and kind of opted to ignore what had happened. Wilbur wouldn’t have been able to find his glasses and he probably would’ve said something along the lines of “Well it isn’t my fault you probably recklessly put them somewhere. If they’re broken you’re paying for it.” And they would’ve bickered before Wilbur rolled his eyes and said he didn’t need them that bad and they would’ve headed into the kitchen.

Either way, they would’ve wound up finding Slime and Fundy at the kitchen table with some books that him and Fundy were reading together. Once again, I had this vaguely written in old dms i sent so I’ll just insert those here

I did initially want Quackity to do that thing he does where he was more focused on being a parent than how he was feeling, so he was gonna be too busy with trying to schedule Slime an optometrist appointment to worry about whatever happened with Wilbur. However, Wilbur is not trying to leave in a rush cause he would rather be uncomfortable around Quackity while Fundy had fun than back at his apartment with Phil there. Eventually, when Quackity gets off the phone Wilbur finally asks why Quackity isn’t bringing up what happened, and Quackity woudlve been all like “because I have a life to live I can’t just pause everytime there is a minor accident. You just have to keep doing what you have to do, so sorry if I don’t wanna get into all that” and Wilbur would’ve been offended but not willing to walk away. He does wind up giving up the fight and saying he was gonna stay a little bit longer but just because Fundy was having a fun time. he probably says something about how he’s only staying because he’s not as bad of a parent as Quackity thinks. because truly, they never get past that.

By the way Quackity does blame himself heavily for not even thinking that Slime might have really bad eye sight and just trying to force slime to read when he couldn’t see very well to be begin with. I know a lot of people did theorize that he had dyslexia or was truly just never taught to read, but it was more so due to a lack of proper caregivers in his infant and toddler years and shockingly bad eyesight for being a six year old.

Quackity tries to get Wilbur to go home by telling Slime his friend was gonna have to go home so that he could take Slime to the eye doctor, but Slime tells Quackity “you can’t take me to an eye doctor. Your eyes are healthy. Can Fundy’s dad go instead his eyes aren’t healthy so he would be better” (thats really ooc forgive me please). Anyways, Quackity is a sucker for anything Slime wants especially since his feels really guilty in the moment. So he does say yes.

I have a much more detailed version of the whole glasses debacle, if you want that, but tbh I do not expect this post to be something anyone is actively waiting for anymore. Once again my bad for waiting so long. There were a lot of little things I hc abt Wilbur and his childhood that related to glasses that would’ve served as a bonding type of moment nd i believe i have all of that written down somewhere in my discord dms.

Anyways. I am kind of struggling to remember it all, but I did plan on Quackity and Wilbur trying to keep things professional for a chapter after that, as they were nearing the class Christmas party i believe. Maybe I don’t remember my own fics current time line but it’s fine it’s so chill. But basically when they do set up and help run the class Christmas party since they are co room moms. One of the activities is making a little handmade ornament. It’s meant to be like a gift the kids make to bring home to their parents. However, during the party Slime winds up giving his to Wilbur instead of Quackity. Quackity is not happy about this to say the least, especially since him and wilbur aren’t on the best of terms. Quackity expected Wilbur to shove it in Quackitys face and brag about winning, but instead he just awkwardly tried to give it to Quackity because he felt really bad about the fact that it happened. Quackity refuses to accept it and just kind of keeps to himself the whole time.

When the class party ends, Nikki thanks the two for how much they did and for collaborating. She mentions that Slime had been talking about how Wilbur and Quackity had a sleepover with him and Fundy all week in their morning circle, and to top it off, there had even been a day or two where Fundy talked during the morning circle too. As Quackity and Wilbur leave the school, Wilbur attempts to check in on Quackity. usually Quackity was more vocal of what was bothering him.

When he asks what’s wrong Quackity just kinda quietly says something about how it isn’t fair that Slime likes Wilbur more than him.

Wilbur goes “thats not true. he hardly knows me”

And Quackity just says that he wouldn’t get it. And it is heavily related to the fact that Quackity has tried super hard to avoid letting anyone into his life because he didn’t wanna bring someone into Slimes life that would stick around for a while but inevitably leave. After a bit of back and forth Wilbur probably mentions something like “I dont get it. You act like I’m going anywhere. You act like you aren’t incredibly aware that I can’t leave if I want to. If either of us are the type to run away, it’s you, Quackity. You always say it’s what’s best for Slime, but I don’t know if theres a single selfless reason why you act the way you do. I know I’m selfish, but I never asked to be in this situation. And I’m not saying you did. But for someone who always looks so miserable, you sure have no problem pushing me away. I may not have been the best friend you could have, but it’s not like you have any others. Our kids are friends, and I wont let this be the reason they can’t hang out anymore. But you have a lot of nerve pretending we don’t know too much about each other. I thought we would’ve worked out just fine together. I liked you, Quackity. And maybe I’m just an idiot, but feel like you might have liked me too”

Quackity tells him he doesn’t get it, and Wilbur decides to count his losses and drive home.

The next chapter I planned on having Wilbur being up late at night. School has gone on break and it is Christmas Eve now. For the first time in years Wilbur had actually put out a small decorative tree. He wasn’t sure why, neither him nor fundy were very enthusiastic about holidays. Fundy was in bed and Phil was sleeping too. He winds up getting out some craft supplies that he had left over from a while back, and makes his own version of a shitty ornament. In all honesty it isn’t that much better than the one Slime had made. He puts it in a bag along with a cheap botttle of wine he bought the day before. A part of him wanted to write “to replace the last of the things I took from you” on the card, but he settled on writing “merry Christmas, hope you like it” despite how much he wanted to say. The next morning after Fundy opens his gifts, he asks if Fundy wants to go have a play date with Slime, and Fundy says yes because he wants to tell Slime about the cool books he got.

The goal was for Wilbur to give Quackity the gift and for Quackity to attempt to act indifferent/frustrated but eventually crumble cuz he was really upset with himself. I did at the time plan on just figuring out this part when i got there, however it was gonna be kinda mushy with like them finally talking about it. I prob would’ve done some fuckass mistletoe cliche or something. I also thought it would’ve been funny to have Slime and Fundy see it and try and turn their Christmas Chinese takeout dinner into a surprise date to set their parents up. I don’t really know.

It is a little funny cuz i actually really dont like Christmas but it was going to become a Christmas fic due to pacing.

The epilogue would’ve been a fast forward to Wilbur and Quackity roughly 8 months later being fluffy and silly while coparenting and getting both Slime and Fundy ready for school. I wasn’t sure whether they’d be living together or not at that point, but either way it wasn’t like they wouldn’t have sleep overs pretty often. I thought it would be kinda silly if like Wilbur was helping get the kids ready so Quackity could get an extra hour of sleep since Wilbur usually was working until after Quackity had already picked up the kids from school. There would be some days where Quackity packed the kids lunches and some where they got to buy it at school. Some days Quackity would worry about what the kids were gonna wear and others Wilbur just let them pick whatever they wanted. Essentially just illustrating the balance that would be achieved after they got together with both families benefiting from the best of both worlds. Wilbur would’ve learned to be a more involved and responsible parent and Quackity would’ve learned to not micro manage every little thing that happened. And from that point on they both became co room moms until Fundy and Slime got sick of their parents wanting to be involved with every school function

I have more things i saved in case y’all want anymore!! So just let me know and i will actually get back to you in a timely manner I promise this time !!! Hope this all made sense it has been so long since I talked abt atstafg

[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

Kokichi with a very tall (like around 6’1), curvy S/O who is very insecure. He flirts with her constantly but she always thinks he’s making fun of her because she doesn’t think anyone would like her. They’re not together yet.

Height differences are always great, but add in some insecurity and outward affection? *chefs kiss*

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Kokichi with Tall Curvy Insecure S/O

When he first met you god damn did he want to climb you like a tree

He was already used to being short so anyone he liked was naturally taller than him. But you being 6' 1" was something he never experienced. You were a LITERAL foot taller than him! He was entranced

Pretty much instantly he turned on the Ouma charm~

And by Ouma charm I mean the charm of a middle school boy pulling the pigtails on the girl he likes

His flirting is a bit more of a teasing type. It not anything bad, but he definitely likes to poke fun and joke around

Whenever you do something like eat a weird food or have an odd hobby, he likes to playfully gasp

"Aw, you like ketchup on your hot dog? Man, I don't know if this is gonna work out between us anymore..."

You tend to watch TV as a group with your friends. Anytime a couple kisses on screen, Kokichi likes to nudge you in the side

"Hey hey! You know, that could be ussss~ Come on, come on!"

When next to you he likes to give little pokes and pinches to your body, and when you look he gives his little shit eating grin

"You can't blame me when you have a body like that, I can't help myself! You're just too cute!"

Whenever you catch him eyeing you, he gives a little wink

You do notice most of his compliments focus on your body, so it seems like he just wants to get in your pants. I mean, he does. But he actually really thinks you are adorable and so kind! Everytime you laugh or smile he can feel himself melt inside

Anytime you walk in the room he instantly perks up, everyone can see that clearly. He'll jump up from his seat and call out your name sweetly to get your attention

Although he almost constantly washes you with praise and makes flirty comments, they really only make you feel worse. In the past you've had very bad experiences with relationships. There were even a few boys that asked you out as a joke. It fucking hurt then, and it still does now

Also, you've heard from the others how much he likes to lie to others and cause problems. If he's such a well known liar, how could you trust he's being genuine with you? He's probably lying so you'll fall for him, then pull the rug out from under you and laugh

At first you seemed to blush and play along, but as time went on Kokichi noticed you become more and more distant. Sometimes you would even walk right out of a room if you saw him. He knew he shouldn't care that much, you're just a girl. But he soon found himself following you

The more he tried to sweet talk you back, you just kept on walking faster. Eventually it got too much and you just exploded. You told him off, telling him he can stop mocking you already. You were already broken down by the past decade of your life, he didn't need to add onto it

This was the only time you've ever seen him serious. There was no cheeky smile or trickster eyes. The look on his face was almost scary with how serious it was, it sent a chill down your spine

"...Mock you? That's what you think I've been doing?"

As you nervously nodded your head he kept his glare, but then his face gently softened. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, you could sense his hesitation and inner conflict with his words

When he managed to find the words, his voice was... oddly meek?

"Tch, really? I can't believe I fell for a dumbass like you..." It was in a condescending tone, but his averting eyes showed his anxiety. It was quiet and low, but you heard it loud and clear

Overwhelmed by emotions of all kinds, you quickly wrapped your arms around him. You don't know why you did it, your body just acted on it's own

His body was stiff. Kokichi isn't used to affection, especially physical. Everyone he knows pushes him away both literally and emotionally. This was... weird. Sure he found himself crushing on you, but the reciprocation was NOT expected. Eventually he found himself hugging you back

There were no more words spoken in that moment. It wasn't needed

From then on, Kokichi still continued to tease you, but this time, you understand his intentions and enjoy it

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Jesus lord this turned out long, I am so sorry-

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[dumbass-duo-showdown]

Propaganda for Wayne & Raj

their biggest goal in life is to be pro hockey players together (they're been on the same hockey team since they were children) but if that doesn't pan out, they plan to become beekeepers together because "they both really like syrup." they are so clinically stupid. they think cabbages are fruit. one of them eats things in his sleep and hacks it up like a cat. one of them decided the best time to come out was while falling down the side of a mountain. they think action movies are real.

Two hockey jocks who are best friends. They are smart when it comes to hockey, but not much else. Examples: they think cabbage is a fruit and that syrup comes from bees.

these idiots i love them so much. in the first episode, they didnt know how voting someone OFF THE ISLAND worked when everyone else did. they voted for each other. they think bees make maple syrup. they get convinced that everything on tv is fake, leading them to believe THEYRE fake bc theyre on tv. wayne will apparently eat random shit in his sleep. raj immediately thinks of sports teams when certain animals are mentioned. they have so many double confessionals. theyre besties your honor

Quite literally silly himbo jocks. They fought a cassowary and lost. They voted for each other in an elimination game because they thought voting gave them safety. They sent a guy to a hospital during a tripping prank. Canonically refers to selves as "a hot dog type"

silly hockey bros

They think bees make syrup, enough said

Everytime they were on screen they shared only one braincell

They're both just iconic!!! Firstly these two are inseparable.They do everything together!!! There:s so many amazing scenes with them. Wayne is a suped supportive ally of Raj and Bowies relationship.

They are besties and they are equally so, so silly. What really takes the cake here is that they both genuinely believe that all television shows and movies are real, and when they find out they’re not, they say “At least we can still trust wrestling. :)” They’re hockey players but, if that doesn’t work out for a career, they said they wanted to be beekeepers because they both like syrup. They lost their fake hockey beards and Wayne’s immediate response was, “Maybe I ate them in my sleep!!” And when he starts trying to hack them up, Raj just says, “Wayne’s good at this. :)” During a challenge, Raj lands in a pit of tapioca pudding and instantly assumes it’s vomit, meanwhile Wayne lands on an angry bull and asks, “Why is this cow so mad?! :(“ Wayne calls a skull a “head bone,” Raj calls cabbages “leafy balls.” They’re so supportive of one another and they’re always looking out for each other.

They are both so silly and stupid and they are adorable must watch the season they are in.

“If we don’t go pro” “which is crazy! Cause we’re totally going pro.” “That’s right. But iiiiiiif we don’t? We both really love—“ “syrup.” “So we’re gonna become beekeepers!”

[simmetrycal]

oc facts and tidbits! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

just little(ish) things about everyone.

a/n: hi friends! haven’t written in a few long days so chew on this until i can finish up chapter three!

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ash

he’s the type of mf to put a tampon up his nostril when he has a bloody nose

^“what?” with his nasally ass voice. “it works!”

played hockey in highschool and was a goalie for most of it but when he started losing weight he was center and left winger

one of his favorite things to do is just drive. like drive around the backroads in his audi listening to music.

he LOVES nicki minaj. especially barbie drip remix

he falls up the stairs

one time chantelle recorded him while he was eating salami wrapped around a cheese stick and he went “hm! it’s actually a bit fruity!” and the audio got really popular on tiktok

always keeps quarters in his pockets for vending machines

calls chantelle’s girlfriend an opossum bc he thinks she looks like one

his dad likes to keep him humble so for his first car he got him a total rust bucket

and he drove it to school. everyday.

and to work— he used to work at a grocery store.

his best/worst memory from the grocery store was getting deathly scared by a danny devito cardboard cutout that was around the corner

he does pilates once a week

has a pastel pink yoga mat for it and he ties his hair up into tiny pigtails

his dalmatian rocky is a fucking menace. absolute bark boy and does zoomies on the furniture but ash loves him way too much

he bought his sister kylie a white jeep off the lot when she turned 16.

called agnes raggedy anne one time as a joke. she wasn’t happy.

one time got sick from inhaling so many helium balloons

he’s obsessed with ludacris. the guy. he’s met him twice.

hes a shorts in the winter guy. “i’m not even cold bro.”

he has a bubble butt

he never remembers to check his pockets before he does his laundry. so much melted paper and coins are at the bottom of the dryer when he’s done.

messy handwriting

certified top of the doorframe slapper

he’s been on first name basis’ with all moms since middle school.

after he bought a bape bearbrick 1000 raymond manages ash’s finances. he only gets a certain allowance from his paycheck and the rest goes to his savings account which he isn’t allow to touch.

constantly bouncing his leg.

this man LOVES slumber parties. all aspects! the snacks, the movies, the skincare, the pillow fights! he goes crazy

super messy eater. his sloppy ass hotdogs slip out of the bun and land on his lap 7/10 times.

better at dancing that you’d ever think

likes taking picture of donuts just as much as he likes eating them

he knows how to crochet and somewhat how to play the guitar

can’t handle spicy food at all! bro is absolutely red, teary eyes, salivating, everything

really likes despicable me and minions

he is fucking feral at trampoline parks

^he has a video of himself that’s super sped up jumping around there really fast and doing flips and it makes him laugh everytime he watches it

he has shirts that say nerf or nothing on them.

when he was fourteen he shaved his head and bleached it.

lays on his belly all the time

broken so many bones in his life. bro was always in a cast or crutches. (he got hella signatures)

he likes red gatorade. a lot. he got that red circle around his lips

he often forgets to rerack his weights

bought a handicap parking pass on amazon, put it in his glovebox, and he takes it out when he wants to park somewhere easily (he knows he shouldn’t)

he makes your mom jokes maybe too often

he’s a sneaker head

^laying on his office couch like “chantelle should i buy these?” and they’re like some absurdly priced resale of travis scott jordans

his phone lock screen is rocky

he can’t use chopsticks.

says his favorite video game is call of duty black ops but secretly the real answer is roblox.

his favorite roblox game is meep city.

he bought an nft one time and it plummeted

he has never even been close to being in a car accident

he tries to come to all his sisters’ volleyball games. cora his stepmom is always there and ash doesn’t exactly like her but he’s so so kind and he always strikes up conversations with her.

he’s a cheerer and a clapper

his favorite color is blue

he always has a blue phone case

gets so so sunburnt everytime he goes to the beach

he has a ton of freckles on his back but not much in other places

^“i feel like one of them has to be cancerous right?”

a lot of people think he’s a picky eater bc he likes mcdonald’s so much but he’s actually got a pretty refined pallet. he’s a big fan of scallops

used to go to random mechanics for car stuff but for the past few months he’s been coming to chantelle’s girlfriends cousin’s shop.

he keeps coming in because he thinks oaklynns cousin, jericho, is cute but if he ever told chantelle she’d beat him to a pulp

at this point he’s getting unnecessary upgrades to his car. frequently. a tiny rock hit the windshield? shii guess he gotta replaced the whole thing.

“come here often? what am i saying— you work here.” he says, flustered over jericho. he can barely see his face half the time with it being masked by pairs of shiny sunglasses

he collects rap snacks

he likes to play hide and seek but when he hides he always goes behind a curtain and you can see his feet

bros the type of guy to open a bag of chips with scissors

has a pic of him and nardwuar.

he always downloads the games in the mobile ads

he has hundreds of games on his phone

bro always falls for the shit like “somebody wrote gullible on the ceiling” and “gayboysaywhat”

he quotes movies and shows ALL the dang time

he can’t cook for shit

his favorite video ever is that one old guy smoking a cigar in a car with the song no auto durk

˚ · .

chantelle

she’s quick to block someone

worked for an insurance company and she absolutely hated it. that place was the bane of her existence.

one thing she loves more than anything is going on vacation— especially tropical ones

“ash did you take your adderal today?” (always keeps extra in her purse)

her favorite flowers are blue hydrangeas

hates when ash just clocks out whenever he wants but there’s no stopping him

drives a 2022 toyota camry and she has one of those like corny rhinestone ignition button decals but now it’s stuck on there

she’s allergic to dogs (no rocky babysitting for her (grateful))

her girlfriend is chronically short

number one sza fan

single-handedly keeping vaseline in production

when she’s not in business clothes she wears like 3xl t shirts and like cheetah print booty shorts

˚ · .

raymond

bros a total chef.

would have vanessa do his sleeve tattoo when he’s a dad

secretly (maybe not so secretly) really insecure.

despite looking like a tough guy he’s a total square. always doing what he’s told no matter what.

he oversees payroll as well as company finances

he doesn’t mind commercials or ads, sometimes he even enjoys them

he is left handed

jia and him went to the same college (penn state)

he played basketball there and got quite good

he’s really interested in planes

loves loves loves food videos

he doesn’t do cardio kind of ever..? he only works his legs, arms, back, and shoulders, and doesnt really run a lot.

his favorite workout is doing deadlifts

raymond’s mom can only speak cantonese and she’s 4’11

his dad is as tall as raymond and speaks decent english

part of the reason why he’s such a good cook is because jia gets hangry and he wants no drama.

raymond’s aftershave is one of the sexiest smells you can ever possibly imagine.

he can be bold sometimes. confidence comes from nowhere and it’s shortlived

he’s very very patient

˚ · .

facts about side characters:

agnes used to be a stripper and everyone in the office knows about it.

headphone guy got his pinkie cut off by a yakuza member.

eli calls raymond “raymin” and everyone thinks it’s very cute.

oaklynn, chantelle’s girlfriend, is a florist and she drives a volkswagen rabbit that ash can never quit laughing at.

oaklynn doesn’t like ash.

ash’s sisters on his dads side kylie and parker don’t often get along (on kylie’s account) but parker gets along with ash’s sister on his moms side, eva. parker and eva each lunch in the library together

eva’s very secretive, she had a boyfriend that nobody knew about. one day ash found out and she broke up with him, scared that he was gonna tell their mom (he would never).

eva doesn’t drive bc of anxiety, but if she did ash would be quick to get her a car for her birthday. he thinks a miata would suit her.

vanessa used to be a biker

jia has a naturally high stress level perpetually, which makes her cranky.

ty for reading! not proofed so ignore any spelling errors, grammar issues, punctuation mistakes, and weird formatting

love yall!

jericho copyright dylan

vanessa and eli copyright yume

[causenessus]

hey lovely !! how has your day been? have you eaten yet? i hope u have or i will have no choice but to somehow cyber pop out of your screen and take care of you (threateningly)(but also not threateningly because i wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself) but !! anyways today i had this vietnamese dish called banh cuon and it was very MMMMM and and I HAD MANGO STICKY RICE🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (me living up to my anon name) idk why i just love love love mango like they’re so in season right now and so ripe so YUMMY AHHH

also omg i had a dream last night that someone was impersonating me like sending in anons with -mango anon <3 and i was literally like thinking damn. because in that situation what do i do like just fight it out with some rando LOL i was honestly stunned because one part of my brain i was like damn. but the other part of my brain was like WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT IF THEY SAY SOMETHING AND FRAMED ME WHAT DO I DO so literally when i jolted awake i checked your blog then i was like oh haha everything is okay mango anon you’re safe… just a silly little dream silly silly little dream

also !!! TRY AGAIN CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD !! u need to stop doubting your writing because everytime i read the new chapters im like oh wow this is literally a masterpiece everytime its such a hit like you always release 10/10 chapters with the occasional OH WOW 10/10 CHAPTERS but then i read your notes saying that it wasn’t that good or it was rushed and im like WDYM NESS i’m here like kicking my feet or gasping or twirling my hair u need to have more faith in urself !!!

but anyways i’m yapping again greatest apologies LOL but i hope ur day is going well !! make sure u take care of urself >:( drink water and eat well !! xoxoxo

HELLO MANGO ANON MY LOVE!!!! <3 please do not cyber pop out of my screen!!! but i have to tell u something </3333 i worked a closing shift today at my job yk 😭😭😭 and i was walking out (at like 9:30 pm) and realized something and was like "omg mango anon is gonna kill me" bc what i realized was that besides a little tiny lemonade i hadn't eaten anything since 12pm </33 BUT DW I JUST ATE!!!! AND I'M USUALLY BETTER ABOUT THAT I JUST ALWAYS GET MESSED UP ON DAYS I WORK BUT IT'S OKAY I AM TAKING CARE OF MYSELF!!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO AS LONG AS YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURELF!!

also BAHN CUON RAHHHH!!!!!! MANGO ANON U AND ME ARE ONE IN THE SAME I LOVE VIETNAMESE FOOD AND I LOVE THAT YOU HAD MANGO STICKY RICE AGAIN TODAY!!! I HOPE IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE THAT UR LIVING UP TO UR NAME <33 EAT ALL THE MANGOS YOU CAN BEFORE SUMMER GOES BY!!

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT YOUR DREAM I'M SORRY I HOPE THAT'S OKAY 😭😭😭 I GUESS WE'RE ALL JUST HAVING CRAZY DREAMS LATELY??? BECAUSE I'VE BEEN HAVING WHACK DREAMS EVERYDAY BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SLEEP TONIGHT MANGO ANON <3 I AM WARDING OFF THE BAD DREAMS AND MANGO ANON IMPOSTERS!! in all honesty i mean this positively but i feel like you have a voice!! yk?? like i can recognize your messages and manner of speaking if that makes sense??? /pos and so if an imposter came on here i think i would call it out!! and be like "ur sounding a little weird today....mango anon 🤨" and if u sent an ask being like "THERE'S AN IMPOSTER!!!" (among us ptsd flashbacks omg i'm sorry) I WOULD TOTALLY BELIEVE YOU AND I AM CONFIDENT I'D BE ABLE TO DETERMINE WHO THE REAL MANGO ANON WAS 😭😭😭 WHAT IS THIS PARAGRAPH I'M WRITING I'M SORRY WE'RE BOTH YAPPING BUT WE CAN YAP TOGETHER IT'S OKAY!!

AAA I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE REST OF THIS SHORT BUT THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT ABOUT TRY AGAIN <333 IT HONESTLY MADE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER ABOUT IT!! AND I WILL BE MORE CONFIDENT IN MY WRITING NOW KNOWING WHAT YOU THINK <3 I LOVE U SM THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVE YOUR YAPPING AND YOU ARE WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT MANGO ANON!!! <3333 make sure u eat and drink lots of water too!! and get lots of sleep <3

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Pac-Man Fever: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Google Maps says it's only a three hour drive from where you are to Topeka, but Dean makes the drive in two. You're ready to examine the body and get out, but you have a feeling this isn't going to be as smooth as you hope it will be.

Dr. Jennifer O'Brien is the coroner responsible for releasing the body to others. You have to ask her for permission before you see it, so that's the first stop you make. You knock on the door and wait for her response.

"Come in."

You three enter and flash her your badge, but Charlie is so new to this that she holds her badge upside down, much like Castiel did when he first started. You look at her and do a double take, grabbing her badge and fixing it immediately.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Hicks, this is my partner Special Agent Ripley and Robin. We're here about the body with the creamy filling."

"Ah, right. I didn't think you guys would have any interest in that."

"FBI, ma'am, we never leave a stone unturned. Mind if we take a peek?"

"Of course not. I just need your signed chain of custody request and it's all yours."

"Excuse me?"

"Chain of custody request? From your supervisor to mine?" Jennifer raises her eyebrows.

"You know what." He takes out a business card that has Sam's number on it, and passes it over to her. "Do you wanna call my supervisor? I'm sure he can give you the override or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Unless he can give me the form, I can't give you access to the body. Paperwork is paperwork."

Looks like she won't be giving up the body, so you'll either have to get one of those forms or break in after the place closes.

"Thank you for your time."

You three leave before you press the issue even more and get in real trouble.

"That never happened in the books," Charlie quips.

"It's okay. We'll come back later when she isn't here anymore."

"Oh, perfect. Breaking and entering."

"It's no different than hacking."

"Beg to differ. One, I've been doing since I was a teenager. The other I've done once, with you three idiots walking me through it, and I had my arm broken in the process."

"Which I healed. I say that's a win," you shrug.

"What did you hack when you were a teenager?"

"Uh, NORAD."

"Right. There's nothing we can do but wait at this point. I say we get something to eat. Sounds good?" you ask and head to the car without waiting for their responses.

Charlie isn't for this idea, but you have to break in and examine the body without having to go to Jennifer for the form. You're all for it until you hear news of another murder, so you have to deal with that right now instead of going to the ME's office that you know is closed.

Police are already at the scene of the crime: near a railroad where a group of three young boys found the body. They're here as well, but all they're interested in is their video game systems that you're busy playing on.

"Maybe you should go first this time," Charlie says nervously.

"Are you going to shy away everytime you fall? No, not on my watch. Come on, it's your time to shine, huntress."

You three leave the car and head over the first officer you see. Charlie is nervous, so you gently push her towards the officer who turns to her.

"Hey there," she says, flashing her badge upright this time, "I am Special Agent Ripley, these are my partners Hicks and Robin. We're here to talk to your witnesses."

"They're over there."

"Who's the victim?" you ask.

"Jake Hill, librarian. He went missing yesterday with no relation to the other vic. Coroner already swooped in and scooped up what was left of him."

Charlie excuses herself and goes over to the three boys on her own to talk to then. You and Dean hang back, and then your phone rings. Sam's name pops on the screen, and you roll your eyes but answer it.

"Bored yet?"

"You have no idea. Please let me hunt."

"No, Sam. You need to know when to take a step back, and I can only imagine that if it were me or Dean like this, you would force us to hang back."

"Since when have you ever hung back knowing you can help?"

"You can help, Sam. You're helping by watching my kids. If I'm worried about them, I can't do my job. If I can't do my job, then people die. Do you want that to happen?"

"No," he says like a small child.

"Good. Now go make some soup and watch Spongebob with Jo."

"He doesn't know when to stop," Dean shakes his head when you hang up.

"We'd be the same if we were him."

"So, the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy," Charlie says when she gets back. "They said it looked like a blue handprint." She shows you two pictures that the three boys showed her. "Does this mean we don't have to break into the coroner's office anymore?"

"Nice try, Charlie. We're still doing it."

Charlie doesn't like it, but you've all done things you don't like. This is going to be easy given that no one comes in. Your magic unlocks the front door, and you slip in easily without setting off alarms. The three of you walk to the back where the body is being held. You're about to look at it when you see headlights shine into the place.

Someone is here.

"Shit," you curse.

Charlie takes action and runs out to see who it is. She comes back seconds later with a panicked look on her face.

"It's the coroner. I got this."

She disappears again, and you have no choice but to trust her. You and Dean walk into the morgue, and you open the right chamber before pulling out the body. However, there's nothing on the table.

It's empty.

"What the hell?" Dean mutters.

There is paperwork on the desk, and when you rifle through them, you realize why it's empty.

"They burned the bodies."

"Already?"

"Yeah, they think it's some kinda outbreak scenario. She even got the CDC to sign off on it."

"These folks run a tight ship. So, does this mean we can leave or is this still a case?"

"I think I saw something about that mark back in the Bunker. Maybe in your dad's journals."

You take out your phone and snap pictures of the documents before sliding the chamber back where you found it. You two make a quick escape just as Charlie does the same, just through the front door instead of the back door.

"I'm not looking forward to what kind of mess Sam is in with our kids."

Sam didn't burn the Bunker down or tried to leave with the kids, but that's the shocking thing you see when you get inside. Joanna and Sam are watching Spongebob like you requested them to do, but Sam is all dolled up. They must have gotten into your makeup because his face is poorly done (probably by Joanna), and his hair is done with bad braids and clips.

"Don't you look pretty," you laugh, scaring the shit out of Sam. Sam goes to get up, but you quickly raise your hands. "No, don't get up because of me. Continue watching your movie and drinking your tea, princess."

Sam flips you off as you walk into the library where Dean and Charlie are. Joanna whines when Sam gets up to clean himself, but she doesn't move from her spot. The couple is already deep into research by the time you take your seat next to Dean.

Sam comes in a few minutes later free of makeup and hair clips.

"Where's Maryann?"

"Taking a nap. I have her baby monitor with me."

"This could be Leviathans," Dean says.

"No, they consume their prey."

"Well, maybe the vics were Leviathans."

"We killed all of them when we killed Dick, remember?" you state. "Plus, there was no black goo on either scene in the coroner reports."

"What about Dragons--"

"No signs of burns on the vics," Charlie shoots down another monster, crossing off another name on her iPad.

"Wait a second. Djinn," Dean says as if he solved the case.

"Djinn vics don't get liquefied."

"Not regular Djinn." Dean leans forward with a book in his hands. "According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, and all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides. Supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint."

"Do they die like regular Djinn?" you ask.

"Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood. Now, we just gotta find the asshat."

"Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie," Charlie teases.

She grabs her jacket and keys before leaving the Bunker altogether. Sam feels left out, but you don't care about that at this moment.

"Does she seem a little off to you?" Dean asks you.

"Since the second she got here," you say honestly. "Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. We can ask her about it when she comes back."

She never does.

She doesn't even answer your calls after hours of not coming back. Even Sam is trying to call her, but she doesn't answer.

"Any word from Charlie?"

"No, and there was no comic convention in Topeka. Why would she lie to us?" he sighs.

"Only one way to find out." Dean takes out his phone, but you're not sure why. "When I called Sam from her phone, I turned on her GPS. It says she's at home."

"Let's go," you say. Sam wants to come along, but before he can get far, you turn to him with your hand outstretched to him. "No, you're not coming. Stay here, continue to look after the kids, and call us if she comes back here."

Sam has no choice but to stay behind again.

When you get to Charlie's apartment, you're shocked at the state of it. All of her furniture is turned over as if there was a struggle here. Something happened, but you're not sure what.

"Charlie? Are you here?" you call out and search her place with Dean. "She's not here."

"Okay, there is no forced entry, so either it was somebody that she knew, or the Djinn."

You find her phone lying on the floor, and with it, all of your missed calls and voicemails. On the table is her laptop, and you hack into it to see what kind of things she was into.

"She's been making donations through her many aliases to Shawnee County General here in Topeka."

"A charity?"

"A patient. Gertrude Middleton. I can go see her while you keep digging. I'll meet you at the Bunker. Maybe Sam can help you."

Dean agrees and drops you off at the hospital. Using your FBI badge, you are able to see Gertrude by a very nice nurse who seems to like Gertude. Mrs. Middleton is lying in a bed, comatose and on life support.

"What's her story?" you ask the nurse.

"Getrude's been in a persistent vegetative state for sixteen years. About a year ago her condition got worse. This ventilator is the only thing keeping her alive."

"How did this happen?"

"She and her husband were hit by a drunk driver. He didn't make it. They were on their way to pick up their daughter from a sleepover."

"Her daughter?" you ask, thinking of Charlie.

"She was twelve. She got into trouble after her parents' accident. Nobody's heard from her since. Folks have been donating to cover Gertrude's care over the years. It's a sweet gesture, but the truth is, she's gone."

"Did she ever get any visitors?"

"A couple nurses said they thought they saw someone in here reading to her, but nobody's ever officially signed in to visit her. She's all alone. If you'll excuse me, I have to make my rounds."

"Thank you." The nurse leaves, and you approach Gertude's bed cautiously. You know that Charlie is her daughter. It only makes sense why she is in town. "You've got one hell of a daughter, Mrs. Middleton. I promise you I will find her and bring her back to you."

If she can hear you, you know she'd agree with you.

x

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[onlyjaeyun]

anon who said she’d read chapter 3 after the enha concert here!!! once again, the chapter was so good!! i was actually impatient and read it before i started getting ready to go to the concert 😭 yn’s gc with giselle and karina had me deadddd. ALSO jay would talk you through it omggggg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

as for the concert it was AMAZING!!! other than having to rush a little bit to get ready, it was the first concert i’ve been too where everything went smoothly for me. we made it early, got inside super fast as soon as doors opened, got merch fast, and we were able to use the restrooms and eat properly in no rush before the show. even getting home was quick and easy (getting home from nct 127 was an actual mess for me so i have a little bit of trauma) 😭 anyways i think the universe anticipated how much i wanted this so it made sure everything went well.

as for the acc concert, I LUV ENHA SO MUCH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 our view was right in the middle so we were able to focus on the actual stage too rather than just the big screens and jfc they’re so in sync it amazed me. like even other groups are in sync too but enha’s choreo is so hard and the setlist was so physically demanding it was crazy to me that they’re able to make it seem so easy. THEY WERE SO STABLE TOOOO. enha best performers of 4th gen me thinks!! they’ve really proved their talent since they’ve debuted and i’m so proud!!! sunghoon mentioned some of the members were feeling a little sick cause of all the weather changes 🥺🥺🥺 yet they were all so happy and energetic and cute during their ments 🫶🏽🫶🏽 the production value was also crazy, the coffin shaped screens and stage was so creative tbh even if it’s one little detail. lighting and all went crazy too and made things so fun. you can tell money was put into the tour. i may be biased towards them but definitely my favorite kpop concert so far for sure!! just love enha sm 🥰🥰🥰 i only feel the same way for like two other groups, i’m selective af

as for the members omg HYUNG LINE HAD ME DEADDDD, they’re so fine. as a jay girly i already was screeching everytime he showed up. he just has this attractive aura surrounding him 24/7, oooooh i want him so bad 😫😫 BUT JAKE AND HEESEUNG OOOOOOH. jake was my og enha bias and has been my second bias since jongseong took the number one spot, but i think he’s fighting for number 1 again he’s just sooooo fine i was ready to get on my knees for him. everyone was down bad for him oof. heeseung is so sexy when performing jfc his expressions and energy 😍😍. sunghoon’s face card was crazy and he’d just show up on camera and id just be like how are you able to look like that. i almost passed out during that one move in sacrifice where he runs his hand down his body. jungwon is so cute, i’ve always seen him as my son even tho he’s like only a year younger than me 💀 but he was so cute during the ments especially when speaking english 🥹 sunoo is such a pretty man i cannot believe he’s real. ni-ki’s stage presence is so crazy. a true performer. he got so many cheers during the performances, but he deserves it. that’s my son fr and he deserves the world!!! overall they’re amazing performers, every member really shined through at some point and i’m so grateful i got to see them. i’m actually so close to buying a nosebleed ticket for their second show tn and going to just take in the moment without recording or worrying about what i’m wearing and all. i really hope they go to europe soon so you can see them!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽❤️‍🔥

another thing i kinda wanna rant about. it’s so annoying that kpop concerts have become about interactions and videos. ik that people already say this on twitter so much but it’s so true!!! everyone on the floor was just recording the whole time. i get it to some extent because enha is soooo close to you and i’m v grateful for those super close up videos at every concert. but even enha said they love it when fans dance along. even tho i recorded most of the concert i kept my phone lower and made sure i was also taking in the concert from my own eyes and dancing alone (basically multitasking lmao). even enha was like we love seeing the fans dancing and having fun, but poor boys cannot see that on the floor (which probably are the only fans they can see clearly with all the lights on them). and when pola love came on and they went down into the crowd you’d just see crowds of people running towards each side of the barricades it was crazy to see from the seated sections fr, i was like uhm 😀😀😀 even girls from the seated sections ran down towards the seated section barricade to see them just a little bit closer, i was like girl….🙄🙄 even on twitter people talk about how it’s always the same ppl at send off and they never move for other people to even just greet enha. when i went to ateez in early 2022 they didn’t have an extended stage and tbh at this time the only fanservice done was during encore. the energy was so much diff and everyone was genuinely having so much fun. i guess it leads to more funny moments and feeds the delusion a little with kpop idols being more interactive with fans now but sometimes it seems as if ppl aren’t there for the actual concert aspect but to get their little moment with the idols. still the energy was amazing during a lot of the songs and i’m still so happy ☺️☺️☺️

sorry for the super long ask, i just had to tell someone and you asked for a concert review so…

love you ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 can i be 🐥 anon if you don’t have one??

AAAHVDKWNFOENFLE THIS SOUNDS PERFECT BABY!!!!! im honestly so happy and relieved to hear that you had such a great experience, i really hope you get to experience it again asap!!!! you truly deserved that and im pretty sure the boys had just as good of a time as you did 🥺🥺🤍 (and yes (about the anon part) absolutely baby!)

[lqfiles]

— oblivious , renjun

— synopsis ; after being renjun’s deskmate for almost a year, he seems to understand almost everything about you. everything except for the most obvious parts. (and the same goes for you)

pairing — renjun x reader

genre — friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, slight angst.

warnings — somewhat miscommunication, nothing else really i think

a.n ; expect A LOT of renjun fics from me

wc — 1.4k

the first time you saw huang renjun was on your first day of school after transferring. he was in the back of the class, face invested in whatever was shown on his phone screen as the teacher introduced you. the first time you met huang renjun was when the teacher made you sit next to him, a spot that would be yours for the upcoming years.

he wasn’t much of a talker, he greeted you with a brief ‘hi’ before returning to his phone that he was trying to hide, not even waiting for a greeting back. “rude” you scoffed at that time, paying him not attention afterwards.

if you’d told the you at that time that he’d turn to be one of your closest friends, they’d laugh at you with no hesitation. if you told them that this was the same person who you’d grow a crush on over the next few months, they’d call you crazy.

the first time you and renjun's relationship changed was when one early morning, you had entered the classroom as you were fully invested in the new comic you had purchased recently. you took notice of the repeated glances he gave you before you asked him if he wanted to read with you, which he responded back with a "hell yeah, thats my favourite comic! thank you."

or when he came to school with his airpods in, sending you a small wave as he took a seat next to you. as he placed his phone down, you picked up on how he was listening to a song that you were practically obsessed with. so during discussion time you swiftly brought it up, only for him to say “no way! they’re actually my favourite artist.” and that’s how the two of you spend the rest of the day exchanging songs and playlists.

at that point the two of you had put the label ‘friends’ on the relationship you had going. from small shy waves to name greetings. from eating alone in the library, to him joining you and reading comics while your favourite song played through the airpod he gave you. from innocent high fives through the hall as you crossed paths, to goodbye hugs as the two parted ways whenever you’d walk home together.

the first time you started to doubt your feelings for huang renjun was once when the two of you were walking home, he gave you a goodbye hug. you could smell the strong cologne that you grew so familiar with. he buried his head in the crook of your neck while holding you tighter than usual, and when he swayed the both of you back and forth as he thanked you for being such a great friend. that moment was when you realised two things.

one, you liked him more than a friend should like a friend, and two, you realised he would probably never see as more than a friend. so you did the one thing your mind told you to do. ignore your feelings for the sake of the friendship.

renjun had noticed your weird behaviour over the weeks and grew worried. thoughts about what he could’ve done wrong spiralled in his mind, all while his friends tell him that if he actually started having the guts to confess to you, this wouldn’t have happened.

it was friday and he knew you’d rush out of the classroom before he’d even get the time to ask you to walk home. the past days you were making it obvious that you were avoiding him. all he could do was wonder ‘what in the world did i do wrong?’ “wait, (—)!” he yelled after you as you rushed out the classroom upon hearing his voice call for you.

you had tried your best to pretend like nothing happened, but the feelings only grew by the day. everytime you looked at him you couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to hold his face in your palms. to play with the strands of his hair as he laid on your lap. how it felt to call him yours, or to have him call you (—), not in a platonic way, but full of romantic connotations and emotions as he’d hold your hands and intertwine them.

you hid around the school’s wall wishing you had lost him so you didn’t have to go through any confrontation. your wishes would never be granted as you felt a hand on your shoulder and heavy panting come from your side. you flinched before turning your head to see a worn out renjun, heavily breathing and holding onto his knee with his other hand for stability.

“(—), is there something wrong? did i do something wrong?” he asked getting to the point as he slowly rose up again. “you’ve… been avoiding me. i’ve noticed it, i’m not dumb. what has happened? is it me?” he asked as he held both your shoulders, keeping you against the wall. you looked around for any escape, but with the way he was holding onto your shoulders, you’d never be able to leave until you gave him answers.

“yes it is you.” you said, trying to push him out the way, but he didn’t budge at all. you huffed before giving up and leaning your head against the wall. “then tell me what i did wrong. i think it’s unfair that you just ignore me without me even knowing what i did wrong. do you know how much i have been overthinking this? wondering why my best friend is ignoring me out of nowhere?” he let out, rather desperate and out of breath. the look in his eyes showed how vulnerable he was at this moment. still, the mention of being best friends made you sigh, feeling empty.

“you already answered it yourself. i am your best friend. that is the problem, renjun. i’m just a friend to you when i’d rather be more than a friend.” you sighed out, already knowing he won’t let you go until he got a proper answer. “I don’t know when but at some point i started really liking you, romantically liking you. only for me to realise a relationship is never going to work since i’m nothing but a mere friend. it sound desperate i know, but it just kinda sucks you know? knowing the guy you like won’t reciprocate the feelings since he most likely sees you as a sister. i guess my only thought was to try and pretend nothing was wrong, which obviously didn’t work otherwise we wouldn’t be in this position.” you chuckled, hands motioning to what was happening.

it grew silent and you were ready to tell him you’d be more than okay to move seats and pretend they never knew each other. you were about to open your mouth, until renjun pulled you into his chest, laughing almost loudly. you could feel his chest vibrate from the laughing and wondered what was so funny. when he let go of you, you saw the huge grin he had on his face. “what’s wrong? why are you laughing?” you said, getting frustrated by the second.

“i just think it’s funny how my crush thinks i don’t want her to be my girlfriend.” he said as he threw his arm around your shoulder before pulling you into him. “let’s go and watch a movie at mine, i’ll show you how much i missed you over these weeks. there is no way i would’ve ever declined to be yours you know? that would just be me ignoring my own growing feelings for you.” he said as he grabbed your hand and dragged you with him. “no more ignoring, we got a lot to catch up on, afterwards we can have a cuddle session too if you’d like that.” he smiled back at you, and this time, you returned the smile as you realised there was nothing to be worried about other than the two of you being very oblivious.

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