#why do i keep making the ghost on dibs shirt

[vermwerm]

im too lazy to digitalize this rn also im working on smth else anywaye

[r0tt3n-corpse]

This wasn’t a request but I wanted you guys to get a taste of my writing. (I did write this a while ago, so if it’s a little rough that’s why lol)

Fandom: Invader Zim

Warnings: None!

Gender neutral new kid Reader x Dib Membrane

It had been painfully quiet on the ride to your new school, mostly due to the fact not only was this a new school, but it was a new school that was already half way through the year. Your stomach turned as your car rolled up to the school.

With slight anxiety, and a not so slight headache, you exited the car. Up ahead sat the school. You walked fast, mostly because you were nervous. "Skool" it said on the building. That was definitely a... unique name. You thought to yourself as you pushed open the large double doors.

(Tiny time skip 👍)

Walking around the building felt like going in circles. The outside looked small, and yet your feet already hurt as you took about your third lap around the school. Luckily, you still had about ten minutes before school actually began. Unluckily, there was no way you were going to be able to find "Miss Bitter's" classroom in under ten minutes.

With a shake of your head, you stopped in the empty hall you had been walking through and jammed your schedule back into your backpack. Clearly it would be no help to you.

You were about to give up and just go hide in the bathroom or something when a boy walked past in the hall. He was tall-ish with black hair and big round glasses. Frankly, the guy looked like a nerd, and was muttering to himself like one too. He wore a shirt with a ghost on it. Eh, at least he seemed to be a cool nerd? You thought. His head was down and he was too preoccupied with something to notice you, or anything really, because he tripped on his own feet. You would've laughed, if you weren't still irritated from your failed search.

An idea fled into your head as the guy fell on himself and looked around to see if anyone saw that. Walking over, the guy had managed himself back onto his feet, though his cheeks were reddened with embarrassment as he saw you stroll over. Seeing the guy up close, he definitely didn't look half bad, though some acne cream would definitely do the guy wonders. His eyes, well what glimpses of them you could see through his glasses, were distrustful and he kept glancing around.

"Hey, uh, that was a pretty cool somersault, man." You stared calmly, he tensed slightly at your teasing. You weren't sure why you said that, but you guess this was a start. "So... like, anyways, you happen to now where Miss..." Ah... oops, the name slipped your mind. Pulling the schedule back out of your backpack, you pointed at the name. "Miss Bitters. You know where her class is?" You asked hopefully. The boy's eyes scanned your paper, glanced around the empty hallway, and then snapped back up to yours.

"Are you... new?" The boy asked, as if you talking to him suddenly made sense. You shrugged and nodded. The boy stared hard at you, as if trying to figure out what kind of person you were just by watching. The boy fidgeted and nodded slightly, looking off to the side. "You can follow me." He said before turning on his heels and marching toward where you hoped your class was. Following behind, it was hard to not lose him. People were crowding the halls now and he seemed to keep his head low. You pushed your way passed people and made your way to his side. It would've been less awkward if passers by didn't occasionally shove one of you into the other.

"I'm y/n." You finally said, breaking the silence. You'd forgotten to introduce yourself earlier, you'd wish you had, because it was hard to hear in these halls. The guy looked at you out of the corner of his vision, and nodded slightly, seeming to have heard you.

Suddenly, the guys hand was on your arm and he pulled you inside a classroom, dragging you through the crowd of people. You could make out the name "Miss Bitters" on the door. As you two entered the class, it was much quieter, nicer. You looked around. "Dib Membrane."

"Huh?" You turned to the boy, Dib, was it? "That's... my name. Dib Membrane." Dib repeated again, holding out his unsteady hand. You looked down at it. You didn't know people even still shook hands, but hey, gotta make friends somehow, right?

You shook his hand.

[qillmhi]

So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

[dameronology]

home {poe dameron x reader}

summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and it’s one he’s determined to keep

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries 

more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!

- jazz

p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morning 

It had only been five days. 

You’d been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. He’d made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe. 

The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, she’d refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one another’s work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldn’t have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you weren’t trying to reach your guy. 

 ‘What time is it?’ You asked Finn. 

‘11.56.’ He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. ‘So the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.’ 

‘I’m just anxious.’ You grumbled. ‘I’ve been so lonely the last five days.’

‘You mean the last five days that you’ve spent with me?’

‘Hey, it’s nothing personal!’ You nudged him in the ribs. ‘You miss him too.’

‘I do.’ Finn nodded. ‘We really are just a pair of simps.’

‘Friends who simp together, stay together.’ You grinned. ‘And if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.’

‘Same for you, if Rey and I ever break up-’

‘- that would require you getting together in the first place.’ You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response. 

‘I’m trying!’ He held his hands up in defense. ‘It’s just complicated.’

‘Nothing’s complicat - they’re here!’ 

You leapt off the crate you’d been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poe’s jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time he’d managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (it’s how you’d met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if he’d been the last to get in. 

A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, you’d missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-

- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting. 

His lips were on yours the minute he’d let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, he’d missed you too.

‘Hey, baby.’ You couldn’t help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didn’t last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. ‘Oh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-’

‘- I missed you.’ Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips.   

‘I missed you too.’ You softly sighed. ‘The fuck happened to your face, though?’

‘Just...First Order stuff.’ He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor. 

You sighed. ‘Shit, Poe.’ 

‘I know. He gently nodded. ‘I’m okay though. I’m here with you. That’s the important thing.’

‘You’re right.’ You agreed. ‘C’mon, I’ll take you to medical-’

He cut you off with a groan. ‘Let’s just go back to my room. Please?’ 

‘But your face.’ You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. ‘I mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.’

‘That sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.’ He smiled. 

‘But you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?’

‘I promise.’

Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. You’d managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadn’t heard any arguments. 

You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what he’d witnessed over the last few days. You’d been on his mind the entire time.

‘Here we go.’ You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours. 

‘You know I love you, right?’

‘Of course. I love you too.’ You murmured. ‘Is something up?’

Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. ‘I just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it back.’

‘Poe.’ Your breath caught in your throat. ‘Is that why your face is all...’

‘Like this?’ He chuckled slightly. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, don’t be.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘It’s not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.’

‘I know, but I promised you, didn’t I? That I’d always come home?’

‘And you did.’ You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Now c’mon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.’

‘I reckon I’d look hot with a couple battle scars, y’know.’

‘You would, but I’d rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.’ You smiled. 

Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You weren’t a nurse, but your medical skills weren’t terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, you’d learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poe’s body had been from your handiwork after he’d been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadn’t died yet, so you figured you’d done a decent job. The ones he’d done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries. 

On the bright side, Poe’s torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasn’t relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.

‘This might sting a little bit.’ You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. ‘You okay, baby?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’ Poe’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. ‘Better now that you’re here.’

It didn’t take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what he’d been through. The last time he’d been caught by the First Order on Jakku, he’d come home ten times worse than this. You’d spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love. 

You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when you’d hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as you’d gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad night’s sleep. 

‘That should keep you in one piece for now.’ You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. ‘You should get some sleep.’

‘Mmm.’ He murmured. ‘You’re staying, right?’

'Absolutely.’ You offered him a soft smile. ‘Gotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.’

‘Can you do it for me?’ He asked, flopping back against the mattress. 

You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him. 

Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights. 

‘I love you.’ Poe murmured quietly. 

‘I love you too.’ You peered up at him with a smile. 

‘And I’ll always come home to you.’ He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do.’

‘I’ll never break a promise to you.’

‘I know.’ You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).

It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you. 

[thesmokingguns]

Waiting Game

Word count: 1890

Request Summary:“The band meets a girl whos in a band like ghost and she fine as hell and shes super funny, chill, but also very confident and they all fall for her and compete for her affection. he thick asf like megan thee stallion😌 she got tan skin brown eyes and long black hair, long painted nails, she 5’8, and she wears alot of tight clothes or just stuff to show off her body”

A/N: I should be back on track with things and posting daily/ every other day. Requests are back up a little bit but I’m saying two weeks for a turn around and hopefully I can stick with that. Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ayablackwood​ @agroupiewhore @littlemisscare-all​ @thenobodies-inc​

It was a Wednesday night on the Sunset Strip. The four men walked into their favorite Strip Club, eyes searching for the band that they were going to meet before going on tour with. They had heard some of their music but wanted to make sure that even though they sounded good it would be a good fit on tour. It would be two months of being around them so they had decided that they’d go out and party with the newbies to see if they could match energies.

The band had gotten there early, wanting to enjoy some time in case they didn't match energies with the band. As they sat down they noticed a taller girl getting on stage, laughing as she talked to a group on the side of the stage. Music started to play that was almost upbeat rock and the girl held on the pole, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. The guys watched how her hands gripped the pole, her eyes scanning the crowd and smiling at the table of men.

“Holy Shit, she’s new.” Tommy said not being able to take his eyes off her. Her hands sliding up the pole as she rolled her hips. Bouncing her cheeks before turning so her back was against the pole and spinning around. She brought one leg up, wrapping around the metal, her leather tiny hot shorts seeming to raise even higher to give even more view of her cheeks.

“Give me money, Mick.” Vince held out his hand to the guitarist who was in charge of going to the bank earlier to get the ones. His eyes still on the girl who had her knee wrapped around the pole, her black hair sweeping down before she pulled her head up and spun around. She she was off the ground She wrapped her other leg around the pole twirling down, on the ground she extended a leg straight up running her fingers over the thickness of thigh.

Mick was handing out stacks of cash handing them to each of the guys who were leaning towards the stage, watching her stretch out, her hips rocking up and down , the crop top band shirt she was wearing rising to show the swell of her underboob as she made eye contact with Nikki, her tongue sticking out.

“Oh Fuck,” he hissed reaching out to tuck some cash into her leather shorts. He watched her wink , tossing her hair back, one long finger run down his cheek before she jumped up heading back to the pole.Holding the pole as she slowly twirled her body seductively around it. Her hand trailing over her stomach as she pressed her other hand above her head, her knees bending as she opened her legs dancing down in slow hip rolls.

“What is her name? We need her, oh my god,” Mick watched her drop into a split, bouncing up and down as the song came to a close. She had this smug look of satisfaction on her face as she stood up, grabbing someone's hand and stepping off the stage.

“DIBS!” Four voices all yelled out at once. The  guys all looked at each other with this competitive glint in their eyes. They all wanted the stranger they had just met on stage. Before they could get a word in she was walking over to the table, four guys behind her.

“Hey. I thought you would be coming later tonight. I’m Ivy.” her easy smile  threw them all off as she sat down. “I’m the singer from Blood Bank.” She slid between NIkki and Tommy as the rest of the band.

“So you’re going to be the singer in our opening band?” Mick was the first one to make an intelligent sentence and all the other looked on envious that he had done it. She nodded, eyes sweeping over everyone.

“And if you keep up the tips I’ll even dance after the shows for you.” Tommy choked on his beer, foam coming from his nose at her comment. The way she smiled from the side of her mouth at  how flustered she had them didn’t go unnoticed by Nikki. He loved that she knew exactly what she was doing to them.

“After the shows there’s a lot of things we can do.” Vince gave her a suggestive look, watching as she leaned forward, closer to him. Drawing the blonde singer in closer to her, letting the cloak of her charms lay over them.

“Like what?” she picked up the mixed drink he was sipping on, letting the straw run over her full lips. His eyes were glued to her full lips thinking of all the places that he would like them to be pressed against. Vince let his mouth open and close a couple times before she sat back, pushing the straw aside and taking the drink like a shooter, “Captivating. Can’t wait for that.`` She was easy to joke with. Witty and quick. She fit in easily with them. Her eyes turned to Nikki expecting him to add to the conversation but he had two fingers in the air ordering another round of drinks for everyone.

A moment later a whiskey with ice was being pressed into her hands. Nikki’s fingers sliding over hers for a second longer than they should have. Both of them locked in a stare.

“Were you dancing to your song? I’m looking forward to hearing more of you on tour.” He asked, moving to pick up his own drink. Nikki was being as smooth as velvet, not letting himself stumble over words like his band mates.

“It wasn’t.” She looked at her band ages, rolling her eyes at the way the guys were all acting. This was pretty typical of what her life was like when she went out. She knew that they would all just be trying to get her attention for the next few months.

“You’re going to make her puke, Mick!” warned Tommy. Mick had challenged Ivy to a drinking contest on the tour bus, shot for shot they went of the clear liquid, letting it burn for a second before reaching for the next shot.

“Way to underestimate me, T-Bone.” she rolled her eyes slamming back the next shot, watching the way that Mick’s eyes were starting to close. “You better have a back up bottle so you can’t bitch out.” she warned. Mick glanced warily up, he wasn’t going to be able to play in a few hours if she kept it up.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I need my guitarist tonight. You’re going to have to call it a draw.” Nikki warned her. Her eyes rolled to look at him as she downed the last shot looking unbothered by the fact she had just shared a handle with Mick.

“I’m going to lay down.” Mick muttered, stumbling down to try to sleep off some of the drunkenness before they arrived in Denver for their show. Tommy bounced out of his seat, knowing Ivy was alone now from the attention of anyone else.

“Hey. we’re going to stop for gas soon. Do you want to jump on the back of my bike for the rest of the ride to the venue?” he asked. She had liked going on the bikes for a few hours in teh afternoon. Her skin is warm in the sunlight and hair in the wind. She’d often spend hours wrapped around Tommy between pit stops. She never got on the back of a bike with anyone else, much to their disappointment.

“NO, I think I’m going to end up in my bands bus. I should probably nap before the show.” her easy smile slipping out but Nikki could see she was thrown off kilter a little bit.

“Why don’t you go lay down in my bunk?” Nikki offered. He saw the hesitation in her eyes. She was friendly with everyone except him. She would drink with Mick, go on the bikes with Tommy, and do vocal warm ups well drinking tea with Vince. But Nikki had been almost an outsider. “I’m not going to offer to lay down with you.” he added, trying to make her more comfortable.

“What if I sleep better with someone?” her voice was like honey and he was the fly getting stuck in her trap, “Lead the way, Sixx.” standing up, he remembered she was just wearing a band shirt as a dress, her thick thighs looking like they should be wrapped around his waist. It was easy to fall into a fantasy about her because even when she wasn’t dolled up in her sheer outfits or tight stage costumes Ivy was drop dead gorgeous.

“I don’t sleep. So if you fall asleep I’ll probably just leave you.” he warned as he pulled the curtain open to the bunk. Ivy climbed in, her full booty showing as she climbed in. Nikki said a prayer to himself in hopes he could try and keep his hands to himself.

Ivy was making herself comfortable, pulling the blankets over her and laying down on his favorite pillow. The bassist was thinking about how his bunk was going to smell like her tonight. The scent of her perfume and shampoo was already filling the small space and he knew it would be stronger when he was lonely driving to the next town.

“You don’t like me.” her eyes were on him, like a cat watching him settle into bed. This threw him off but she was going to explain, “Everyone else in your band tries day in and day out to get close enough to me to sleep with me. I’m not an idiot.” she licked her lips and his eyes fixated on the movement of her tongue, “But you’re all one liners and ice cold coolness. I had to ask you into bed with me.” she pointed out.

“You’re drunk. I don’t want to get you in my bed when you’re drunk and need to sleep it off. I want to get you-” she didn't let him finish, her lips hitting his. Ivy slif under the covers closer to Nikki, her leg sliding up, until his hand hooked around her pulling her closer.

His mind was fireworks and not thinking correctly. He didn’t realize what was happening but he also knew that he didn’t want it to stop even though he had to stop it. She was sliding so that she was on top when he finally groaned, pulling away from her kiss. The way her eyes questioned him.

“Tonight. I just need you sober and know that you really want this.” Ivy rolled her eyes. He was the only one in the band that would stop and make sure she was fully able to consent to anything before going further. Nikki had this respect for her but he also had his own pride. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t just kissing him because of the vodka but because she wanted to be doing it.

“OKay, Sixx. I’ll be back here tonight and you won’t be able to say no then.” she warned moving her head down to his chest. She might have not been able to go as far as she had wanted with him but Ivy was going to make him regret his decision of stopping her and Nikki knew it.

[massivelycreepypineapple]

Her Safety Net

Request: I was thinking about something that the younger Winchester is much more attached to Dean than Sam, after Sam went to college, and now as an adult, the reader feels really safe with Dean, so Sam realizes this and goes on to say with Dean about it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

A/N: Hope you like it​!

Feedback is welcome!

Word Count: 1380

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Sam didn’t think Dean knew just how much Y/N relied on him. He could see the way she would step just a little closer to him during hunts or the way her eyes would scan the crowd until it landed on him. He had been noticing everything since they were little kids. He would notice the way her eyes would brighten up when Dean praised her or hugged her, or how she would always go to him after a nightmare instead of their father. He would notice the way she blindly trusted Dean to keep her safe.

Her attachment to Dean only got more and more intense when Sam left for college. When they were kids, it used to be the three of them against the world. Even if Y/N was more attached to Dean, she and Sam still had this unshakable bond developed from geeking out over books, research and movies. But when he left for college, he failed to stay in contact with any of them. So he didn’t blame Y/N or Dean when they had this special attachment to each other that didn’t include him.

He knew Dean had a special place for her. He was always over protective of them but when it came to Y/N he was even more so. But he didn’t realise just how much Y/N appreciated that or relied on that for her sanity. So when things went sour on a hunt Sam decided it was time to sit Dean down and let him know.

It was one of the worst hunts they had been on. A run of the mill salt burn went terribly wrong and they lost a little kid to a ghost. It was absolutely devastating to them. Y/N took it the worst since it was her responsibility to keep the kid safe. She was doing her best to keep it together on the drive back to the motel. Dean was beyond angry and Sam had a feeling that Y/N was going to be in the receiving end of that anger.

“It wasn’t you fault, N/N.” Sam said turning to look back at his little sister.

He knew Y/N was doing her best not to cry. He knew the guilt coupled with disappointing Dean was getting to be too much for her. He could see Dean clenching his teeth and the car pick up speed to reach the motel soon.

15 mins later they reached the motel, Y/N got out without a word and made her way inside.

“Dean..” He began.

“Not now, Sam. Just go to the motel. I’ll be back.”

“She needs you, Dean. More than she needs me.”

“She’ll be fine. I just need a drink.”

Sam knew there was no arguing here. He sighed at his brother’s stubbornness and made his way to the room. He got inside and his heart broke at the sight he found. Y/N was curled up in bed looking emptily at the wall.

“Y/N…”

“I messed up. I let the kid die. This one is on me.” She mumbled.

“No, Y/N. Shit happened okay? It wasn’t on you.”

“Then why does it feel like it is? Even Dean agrees. He hates me, Sammy.”

“He does not hate you, Y/N. You know him. He blames himself too and he’s upset. You almost died trying to protect that boy. It got to him.”

“He just left. He couldn’t even look at me. I disappointed him today.” She said sadly.

“Y/N, come on. Why don’t you take a shower? You get first dibs on hot water. It might make you feel better.”

She managed to drag herself into the bathroom but he could tell she was still distraught and the only one who can help her was at the bar drowning himself in whiskey.

20 mins later Y/N was still in the shower. Sam picked up his phone and dialled Dean’s number.

“What?” Came Dean’s reply.

“You need to come back, Dean. Y/N is not okay and she needs you.”

“She doesn’t need me Sam. She’s not a kid, she can take care of herself.”

“Dean I don’t know if you’re really that blind or if you’re choosing to not see it, but that girl looks up to you man. She looks to you for safety, and right now she isn’t feeling good or safe. She needs-“

A noise from the bathroom interrupted him. He immediately went the bathroom and banged on the door.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” He asked.

“Sam! What’s happening?” Dean asked frantically.

“Y/N!” Sam called again.

“Sa-” Her voice sounded breathless and uneven. It was like she was struggling to breathe.

“Dean come back now!” Sam said before cutting the call and forcing the door opened.

He barged into the bathroom to see Y/N on the floor in the middle of a full blown panic attack. He immediately pulled a towel off the rack and covered her up and tried to calm her down.

“It’s okay, just breathe for me, N/N”

Y/N tried shaking her head at him to let him know that she couldn’t.

“D-dea-“ She tried saying.

“He’s on his way. He’s coming. You just try your best to focus on breathing okay.” Sam was getting worried for her. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N.”

The door banged open and Sam felt himself being shoved aside. Dean came into view, picking her up. He walked out of the bathroom and placed her on the bed and sat in front of her. She was clinging onto his shirt, but Sam noticed that she was slightly better if not out of woods yet. Dean placed her palm on his chest and carded his fingers through her hair. He looked gently at her, his green eyes calming her down.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled at her.

“H-hi” She tried to say back making him chuckle.

“I got you now. It’s okay. Everything is okay. I’m here.” He said kissing her forehead. He gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest.

Sam noticed just how easy it was for Dean to calm their sister down. It made him wonder how many times this had happened before and his heart hurt. The two of them were in a bubble, calming each other down. Even if Y/N was the one going through a panic attack, he could see just how much Y/N’s presence calmed Dean down. The two of them were so much alike and one could not live without the other.

“It wasn’t your fault, kid. You can’t save everyone. It doesn’t mean it feels better, but that’s a fact of our life.” He heard Dean whisper to her.

Sam decided to give them some privacy feeling like he was intruding on something. He went out the room and stood under the night sky, ruminating over them. 10 mins later he heard the door open and Dean came out and stood beside him.

“How is she?” Sam asked.

“She’s fine. She fell asleep. Panic attacks always tire her out.”

“How often has this happened, Dean?”

“Often enough.”

There was silence between them for a while before Dean broke it.

“What did you mean when you said Y/N looks to me for safety?”

“You were more of a dad than dad ever was, Dean. To me and Y/N. But she really looks up to you. You’re her role model, her hero and her safety net. You’re the one she feels safe with. You’re the one she goes to when she’s scared or has a nightmare. Even now as an adult she was asking for you in the bathroom while having a panic attack. You mean more to her than you think.”

Dean was silent. Sam could tell that he didn’t know how to process it.

“I didn’t know. I knew she felt safe around me caz I was safe with her too. But I figured it was caz we are siblings and we had only each other after you left.”

Sam looked at Dean and smiled softly, “You’re kinda special to her. God knows why caz you’re a moron.”

“Shuttup, bitch.”

“Jerk.”

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[hovershiplogos]

Headcanon time!

NIOBE

De facto leader of all the captains. Morpheus likes to think it’s him, but push comes to shove, everyone else will listen to Niobe. It’s also not because of her relationship with the commander.

Niobe will perform minor repairs to the ship. If it’s something major like a broken hoverpad, or a really big piece of hull (or two) that needs to be patched, she will leave it to the dock crew. She will always check on the ship if this happens though, and often tell the crew what they’re doing wrong, or make suggestions. This drives them a little crazy. No one needs a back seat mechanic.

The first few hours off the ship are for her, and her alone. After spending weeks in close quarters with other people, she needs her alone time. No one is allowed to interrupt her alone time unless it is really important!

Niobe secretly loves Disney films. Her personal favourites are Moana, Treasure Planet, and Hercules.

She’s a sucker for anything reptile print.

Loves driving programs to wind down or calm down when she’s really stressed. Preferably on a long stretch of highway where she can go as fast as she likes. This is also part of the reason why she likes piloting on her own if there’s no obvious danger.

Doesn’t have a lot of knick knacks in her apartment, she’s not the sentimental type and if it’s not remotely useful it’s not staying.

Clothing tends to be a mix of utility, and high fashion (as high fashion as Zion gets)

Not as above it all as you’d like to believe. Will occasionally make sure a dumb argument goes on for longer than necessary for her own amusement.

When she gets angry, it’s tranquil fury time. If she raises her voice, the shit has hit the fan and you know you’re in BIG trouble.

Always took the opportunity to show off her piloting/driving skills when she was younger. Has grown out of it mostly, but will occasionally indulge.

GHOST

Ghost is not a great cook. He usually prefers to eat out, or eat at someone else’s and offer to clean the dishes.

Despite appearances, and his cleanliness tendencies, Ghost is not that tidy a person. It’s just not readily apparent because he doesn’t own that much stuff.

Ghost may be the best sharpshooter in the fleet, but not the best when it comes to video games.

Always have a philosophical quote on hand. Or failing that, one of those ‘live laugh love’ kinda quotes, because they will get a reaction of some kind.

Is the neatest knitter of the three. Everyone in Zion can knit, Ghost is just very very good at it. His repairs are almost impossible to see.

Spends way too much time messing with different weapons. At this point he’s mastered nearly everything.

His meditation program used to have an ornamental koi pond in there, but he deleted it after Trinity pushed him in it one too many times.

Deeply spiritual, but doesn’t follow one religion in so much as he follows certain tenets from each one. Believes they’re all true to an extent, and have some overlap.

The fact that Sparks fidgets and bounces his knee when he’s bored or super focused on something drives him to distraction.

The most well read, has his own miniature library, brings books with him on board to read during his off time.

Tends to dress in flowy robe things, think like jedi robes mixed with Japanese haori jacket things

COMPULSIVELY checks his guns when he first jacks into the matrix on any given mission. This annoys Niobe as ‘THEY’RE THE SAME AS LAST TIME GHOST WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS ALL THE TIME’. ‘AM I A JOKE TO YOU GHOST?’

 SPARKS

Sparks was always bullied for being the short chubby kid when he was younger. He became the class comedian so people would be less likely to bully him. He took it in his stride, but once he hit his growth spurt in his late teens (and became the tallest person in the class), he gleefully proceeded to get revenge on his childhood bullies by welding their lockers shut.

He’s the best cook out of the three.

More in touch with his feelings, is the unofficial crew counselor as well as chief medic.

Little bit pudgy still, but since he’s one of the tallest people in Zion (Mauser is also part of that group) no one aside from Niobe is willing to point it out. Again, no one wants their locker (or anything else) welded shut again.

Does not know the meaning of the word ‘restraint’

Has undiagnosed ADHD, tends to bounce his knee a lot.

Big cuddle bug, tends to get clingy when he’s feeling really down.

He’s fast. You ask him for anything to be done, he does it FAST. Ask him for a route to an exit? He’ll find the fastest way there, even if the phone’s on the first floor as opposed to the ground floor.

Gets jealous whenever people talk about their childhoods in the matrix when it comes to forests, pristine beaches, stuff like that, because he’ll never to get to see that sort of thing in his lifetime.

Is the messiest of the three, but he keeps his workspace clean, and he always know where things generally are.

Clothing tends to be either or, expect revealing clothing, Hawaiian shirts, and whatever takes his fancy.

I’M A FOOL NOT AN IDIOT

Meme loving gremlin

Dibs on your stuff if you don’t come back. Also any food left in the fridge is his by default. ‘Oh you were saving it for later? Oops.’

[yeoldemothmemes]

Cinema Therapy Reacts to Eclipse Sentence Starters 1

Because these two suffering through twilight is kinda hilarious to me and thought and could make for some fun starters Feel free to change pronouns etc   Content warnings: abuse, murder, death

“I’m having more thoughts in the last 20 minutes than were put into this screenplay” “I respect if you choose to do so, because you make your own decisions” “It burns me so bad internally, my heart and my soul” “You are a human being, a person with hopes and dreams and feelings” “That dad-joked so hard” “Worst proposal of all time?” “Because there is no such thing” “He seems nice and safe” “You did run around with your shirt off a lot” “Can’t get away with this in Arizona” “You can say I’m sorry all you want. If you never change it doesn’t mean a thing” “I’ll kill you because I need a midnight snack” “You just need to keep the pantry stocked” “You are dating someone who tells you where you can and can’t go. This is not romantic” “I don’t need to tell my partner where I’m going or where I’ve been because they don’t own me. They don’t control me” “What if something happens and I need to find you?” “Why did you ghost me?” “Lose the grin, it’s not that kind of movie” “We’re talking about this later” “There is someone out to kill you,” “A gentleman never says” “You mean so much to me for some reason” “Why are you still here?” “Tell me as someone who has read the literature, explain this to me” “Tell me as someone who has read the extended pamphlets, explain this to me” “If you’re a wolf guy or a wolf girl, or a they wolf” “You can’t call dibs. They are a person, it’s not shotgun on the way to Wendy’s”

[justatiredghost]

Living for the Moment Ch19

A series of glimpses at Klaus’ life if he’d met Dave in his mid 20s. His life isn’t magically transformed, love can’t fix either of them when they’re both homeless and in a bad place. They’re not even really ready for a relationship yet. But maybe a supportive friendship can set them on a better path, the two of them inspiring each other to take care of themselves. It’s going to be a long and bumpy ride, and the question is, when will they actually admit to themselves that they have feelings for each other? Read More AO3

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The problem with coming to a sudden stop after burning himself up the way Klaus had been lately was the loss of adrenaline. That had really been the only thing keeping him going. Well, that and the drugs. Thankfully he still had some of those in his system so the ghosts were leaving him alone, because the inevitable crash wiped him out completely. He didn’t have the strength to keep his eyes open anymore let alone enough to hunt down another contact to resupply.

There were a lot of things Dave had said that he wanted to comment on, mostly to ask what was wrong with him, but he just couldn’t right now. None of this felt real. He’d never had someone so determined to stay in his life, and all he could do was wonder how long until he came to his senses. But that was a problem for future him. As most things were. Right now, Klaus just wanted to sleep.

Not that he got much before they were both jolted awake by a car backfiring. The early commuters were likely out, so they had to leave, but Klaus felt so much worse than he had before. The exhaustion, the aches and pains, the ugly bruise welling up on the side of his face where he’d been punched, and to top it all off, he was pretty sure he had a fever.

“Hey, you okay?” Dave asked when he noticed, and of course he had to be all sweet, rubbing his back and everything.

“Oh yeah, sure, all good here,” Klaus said, trying to suppress a violent shiver at the early morning wind icy cold now that Dave wasn’t pressed up against his side.

“Shit, I didn’t give you my cold, did I?”

“What can I say? Petty theft is one of my charms,” Klaus joked, because he didn’t like how worried he looked.

“I wish I could repay the favor and find a place for you to warm up and sleep it off, but— hang on, I have an idea. Come with me?”

Dave stood and offered his hand, and Klaus considered it. He thought about trying to ditch him again, or just refusing to move. But he was too tired to be stubborn and petty, so he decided it would be easier just to go along and he let himself get pulled to his feet.

Usually, Klaus would be more nosey about this, but when Dave left him outside the shitty motel, he just stood there and waited while he went inside to talk with someone. He surprised himself, honestly. He must be really bad off. At least Dave didn’t keep him waiting long.

“Wow, you really do look like shit,” Dave said when he returned, actually able to get a good look at him now that the early morning sun was starting to make its appearance.

“Still hot though, right?” Klaus said.

“Mmm, feverish and attractive,” Dave joked. “You might be overdoing it a little, might want to tone it down a bit.”

“Have you met me?” Klaus replied.

“Well,” Dave continued, unlocking one of the motel room doors on the first floor. “The good news is, a buddy here owes me a favor. She said we can have this room, but gotta be out of here by tomorrow evening.”

“She is a saint,” Klaus said, stumbling inside after him. “I am going to take a 6 hour long bath, so if you need to pee, you better do it now.”

“No, go ahead,” Dave laughed. “I’m actually going to step out for a bit. I have some other stuff I need to take care of. But I look forward to seeing what you look like all pruny.”

Klaus waved him off with an annoyed sound. He turned on the water as hot as it would go and was ready to soak up all that warmth and wash away the grime. By the time he finally climbed out of the bath, he didn’t feel so frozen. Sure, he still felt like shit, but it was better than nothing.

-

For once, Klaus slept like a rock, so he wasn’t all that surprised when he came to, desperate for a glass of water, to discover Dave was asleep in the other bed by the door. On the way back from the bathroom with a cup, he had the sudden impulse to crawl into Dave’s bed and join him, but tried to block that out and just go back to sleep.

The next time he woke up, it was to hear the shower running. Dave was no longer in the other bed. A midnight shower wasn’t all that strange, though, so he let himself fall back to sleep. But when he woke up again a little over an hour later and the shower was still going, Dave still missing, he started to get a little worried.

Well, more curious than worried. Yes, this definitely wasn’t worry. These types of places weren’t really known for having unlimited hot water and he actually wondered if Dave had been the one to ditch him this time. Curiosity getting the better of him, he stumbled out of bed, pausing at the bathroom door to knock.

“Dave? You alive in there?” he called, but didn’t get a response. “I’m coming in. I swear I’m not doing this just to check you out naked.”

As he slowly opened the door, he noticed that there wasn’t as much steam as he thought there would be. The mirror wasn’t even fogged up. When he turned to the tub, the curtain was pulled back just enough that he could see Dave sitting there, letting the water fall over him, still wearing boxers and a t-shirt. His arms were raised as if to protect his head, fingers digging into his hair.

“Dave,” Klaus called again, concerned now.

Dave flinched as soon as he spotted him, but at least he relaxed when he realized it was just Klaus. Then, he scrambled to turn the water off before sitting back, out of breath and just trying to regain his bearings.

“Hi,” Dave said guiltily. Then, he looked down at himself and sighed heavily, picking at the way his shirt stuck to him uncomfortably. “Aw, man. We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“Would it help if I also got in with my clothes on?” Klaus offered.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dave sighed, not completely able to stop himself from smiling despite everything.

“Your loss,” Klaus said with a shrug. “I’m not exactly one to judge, I was in here for a criminally long time earlier, but typically I don’t think showers are supposed to last very long. I’m surprised you haven’t run out of hot water.”

“Ah,” Dave said, looking away. “I think I may have, actually.”

“May have what?”

“Run out of hot water,” Dave said, and as if to prove his point, a particularly violent shiver ran through him.

“What the hell?” Klaus said. “You should probably get out of there. Only one of us is allowed to be sick at a time, and I already called dibs.”

He passed Dave a towel as he clambered out of the tub. Then, he left him so he could have a little privacy to change while Klaus wandered around the room in search of any extra blankets stashed away. Dave was already back in his bed when he returned, so he unceremoniously dropped his spoils on top of him before selecting one to unravel sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I swear I don’t take all my showers clothed,” Dave said, forcing a chuckle as he followed suit, no doubt trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey, whatever does it for you,” Klaus shrugged, and Dave smacked him playfully with one of the folded blankets.

“I really am sorry about all this,” Dave groaned after they finished with their work, burrowing deeper into the pile of blankets, still shivering.

“What, hogging all the blankets? I guess I can forgive you.”

“Well, yeah, I guess there’s that now, too,” Dave chuckled. “But I more meant, just, all of this-- my little breakdown. It doesn’t happen as often as it used to, but I still get flashbacks and nightmares sometimes. Showers help, they can kinda ground me I guess, this one was just particularly bad, I guess.”

“Oh,” Klaus said dumbly, not really sure what to do with all that openness. Except run, but he’d already tried that and failed.

This all hit a little too close to home; the nightmares and the flashbacks, the whispered confessions in a moment of vulnerability. In Klaus’ experience, it never went well. He knew Dave was just like this, so much more open than Klaus could ever imagine being, but it still sent a chill through him.

As irrational as it was, he didn’t want Dave to learn the same way he had. At least Klaus didn’t have any plans to betray him, so he might as well encourage him to let it all out now.

“Do you, like, what to talk about it or something?” he said uncertainly. “I heard it’s supposed to help. I mean, I know that’s rich, coming from me of all people.”

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” Dave said quickly, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“Okay, well, now you have to tell me,” Klaus said, climbing onto the bed so he was laying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows, head in his hands.

“I, uh, went to talk to someone today,” Dave said slowly. “About getting support. For vets.”

“That’s good, right?” Klaus said, trying to be encouraging.

“I guess,” he said, eyes sliding to the side, avoiding Klaus’ gaze. “It’s just frustrating, it feels like admitting defeat. But I can’t even hold down a job, something’s gotta change.”

“That’s the spirit?” Klaus said uncertainly. It wasn’t like self-improvement was his specialty. But he could definitely understand the guilt that went with asking for help. Which is why he never did.

“Unfortunately, it’s bringing up a few too many memories. And, when I’m stressed, I have nightmares, so that doesn’t help,” Dave added lamely, trying to laugh a little.

“There, there,” Klaus said, sitting up so he could reach out and pat his shoulder. Taken by surprise, Dave burst out laughing and Klaus couldn’t help but grin, pleased he could still make him laugh, even when he was upset. “If it helps, wearing clothes in the shower is nowhere near the top 10 weirdest things I’ve found people doing in the bathroom,” Klaus said unhelpfully.

“Still,” Dave said, before changing the subject. “But enough about me, how are you feeling? Sorry again for giving you my cold.”

“I might learn to forgive you one day,” Klaus said dramatically, hand on his forehead.

“Hey,” Dave said. “I was thinking, and I realized that I just kinda made you come with me here, sorry about that, too.”

“Yes,” Klaus said, again playing it up. “How dare you force me to sleep in a proper bed for a change?”

“You know what I mean,” Dave said with a weak smile. But then his voice turned serious. “I know I was probably a bit too much before, probably creepy too, tracking you down like that. I just want you to know that, if you really don’t want to be here, I’d understand.”

“What’s the matter, starting to have second thoughts?” Klaus asked. “I am a handful. Being friends with me is gonna be a nightmare”

“Seriously,” Dave persisted. “How about we meet up in a few days and talk it out? I’ll have at least a few more answers once the VA get back to me. I know everything feels impossible right now, but being your friend is worth it, to me. But if all of this has put you off, then feel free to make a break for it. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Sure,” Klaus said distractedly.

Dave nodded and turned away, pulling the blankets up nearly over his head.

Klaus had never been told he was worth it before. He’s never been worth anything and he didn’t know how to feel about all of this. He thought he could feel something melting in his core, a warmth reaching him that he never expected to feel. But there was guilt, too. So much guilt.

How was this even happening? Dave was a pretty smart guy, but he just seemed to be ignoring all the warning signs. Maybe Klaus had tricked him into this somehow. He was very good at manipulating people. But, for some reason, Dave kept coming back, there was no denying that. He wanted to trust him, to believe in Dave even if he couldn’t believe in himself, but he knew how dangerous that was.

Klaus felt cold, again, when he went back to his own bed, moving automatically. Mostly he just felt numb, completely drained. And he was more lost than ever. Maybe he was just too sober, maybe drugs would wipe it all away and remind him who he was. Or, maybe it wouldn’t, and he’d wake up one day and hate himself, wondering what would have been.

Hating himself wasn’t anything new, but when he glanced over his shoulder to see Dave’s curly hair sticking out between blanket and pillow, he so desperately wanted to give hope a try.

[betwecouldmakesome]

car full of moments untold

fandom: julie and the phantoms

pairing: luke/reggie/alex and julie/flynn

word count: 3,656

read here on ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/27090439                         

Julie watches critically as Luke and Reggie seemingly play Tetris with everyone’s bags to get them to fit into the trunk of Alex’s Subaru outback. She isn’t sure why they have so much packed, they only plan on being gone 3 weeks. Flynn made sure to mark where their route and local laundry mats overlap so lack of clean clothes shouldn’t be an issue.

She also has a sneaking suspicion that one of Luke’s duffle bags is entirely beanies. She’s going to let it slide, knowing she’ll end up borrowing them.

She, however, won’t let whatever Reggie is trying and failing to smuggle into the car by hiding it behind his leather jacket, slide.

“Reginald!” Julie calls as she pushes off from the garage she was leaning against, hiding her smile when he jumps and flails. He looks to Luke for help, who shrugs and gives him a look, one she knows means “you’re on your own dude” before he heads back inside.

Reggie leans against the car and brings his hand up to hold his leather jacket closer to him, “Hey! Julie, fancy seeing you here, how’s it going? I’m doing fantastic, totally not doing anything."

“Whatcha got there?” she asks, purposefully ignoring his question and pointedly looks at his hand. Now that she’s closer, she can make out that the something he is holding is moving.

“What? this?” He lifts his hand and chuckles nervously before rubbing at the back of his neck, “it’s just uh, my binder? Yeah! my binder! I wanted to make sure I have a few extras on the trip just in case?” It sounded more like a question then anything.

Julie hums, knowing the boys made sure their binders were the first bags packed. They even checked to make sure they were in the car three times.

It only takes 13 seconds of making direct eye contact with him before he cracks, which to be fair, is a new record for him.

“Okay! Stop giving me the disappointed mom face.” Reggie sighs. He pulls his hand out from underneath his jacket, revealing Miss Petunia, his pet corn snake.

Julie continues to stare at him, slowly raising her eyebrows higher.

“Okay! Okay I’m going” He turns around heading back inside, presumably to give Petunia to Carlos who agreed to take care of her while they were away.

Julie sighs, this is going to be a long trip.

                                     «»

They haven’t even made it out of Los Angeles before it starts.

“Why does Luke get shotgun?” Reggie complains, shoving his upper body between the two front seats.

“Because I won rock-paper-scissors.” Luke says, shoving Reggie back by his forehead. He sounded way too proud for someone who won a child’s game that involves no skill.

“Why is that how we always decide things? I always lose” Reggie pouts, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“That’s why we do.” Luke laughs, quickly flattening himself against the door when Reggie lurches forward again.

“Hey! Cut it out. Reggie put your seatbelt on, you can switch with him when we stop.” Alex interjects, his gaze flickering between the road and Reggie.  

                                   «»

They’ve only been back on the highway ten minutes when Julie slurps down the rest of her slushie, noisily sucking on air at the end. It only takes a few seconds of her shifting around before she leans forward and announces her need to pee. Reggie and Luke quickly agree with her, although Luke looks sheepish about it.

“Seriously?” Flynn asks, raising a less than impressed eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you go at the gas station?” Alex also is not impressed but his eyebrows are less expressive then Flynn’s.

“I didn’t have to go then” Julie defends, Luke and Reggie nod in agreement.

“This is why Flynn is my favorite.” Alex complains. Although he changes lanes to get off at the next exit, so it doesn’t hold much weight

                                  «»

It is pushing half past nine before Alex decides they’re done for the day. They planned on driving until eleven but there are only so many road games that he can take. If he had to listen to one more game of eye spy, he was going to drive them straight off a bridge. Flynn, the goddess she is, finds them a motel to stay in with two available rooms and reads off the directions to him.

For the first time since they left, silence takes over the car when they pull up to the motel. The place is creepy looking, like straight out of a horror movie.

After spending about a good twenty minutes trying to convince Reggie the motel is not haunted and that they won’t die, they cautiously make their way up the old rickety stairs leading to the second floor. They all jump when a loud clang echoes out from the alleyway and quickly scuffle up the rest of the stairs and into their respective rooms.

Alex lets out a relieved sigh, locking the door behind them and looks around the room. It’s not as bad as he was expecting. There is a weird smell he can’t, and doesn’t, want to identify, but it looks relatively clean.

Reggie comes out of the bathroom with Luke right behind him, both now having taken off their binders, changed into pajamas, and brushed their teeth. Reggie drops his backpack at the end of the bed and flops next to it, immediately grabbing the tv remote, “I’m so tired, driving is exhausting.”

Luke shoves at Reggie till he groans and moves to the top of the bed. Reggie takes the side farthest from the door and Luke lays beside him, taking the middle as he called dibs on it, “You didn’t even drive, Alex did all the work.”

Alex listens to them bicker while he brushes his teeth, dreading going back out there. He might have been the one to convince Reggie the motel wasn’t haunted but that does not mean he wants to sleep closest to the door. He spits out the mouthwash and heads back into their room, not at all surprised to see Reggie already asleep cuddled into Luke who looks seconds away from passing out himself. Alex smiles softly and shuts off the lights, he leaves the tv on but turns the volume down. He slides in next to Luke, who immediately, even in his half-asleep state wraps his arm around him and pulls Alex closer to him, burying his face into Alex’s neck. It doesn’t take Alex long to fall asleep, the comfort of laying with his boyfriends outweighing the worry of being haunted.                           

                                  «»

Julie and Flynn wait till ten am for the boys to wake up before giving up and going to explore the town on their own. They walk down main street, hands intertwined, weaving their way through the crowds of people, stopping at any store that catches their eye.

So far, they had stopped at a local café for coffee, a bookstore where they got books for themselves and for each of the boys. Their favorite spot so far was a thrift store that they spent most of their morning trying on the most ridiculous clothing items they could find. and were now googling places they could go next.

Flynn keeps her attention on her phone as she walks, googling places they could go next. She glances up once and awhile but mostly relying on Julie to make sure she doesn’t run face first into a pole. She hums in question when Julie tugs at her arm, only to get her arm tugged on harder in response.

“Look!”

“What? Is there another dog in a stroller?” she asks, locking her phone and sliding it into her back pocket.

Julie grins and points across the street, “We have to go there.”

Flynn eyes where Julie is pointing and grins back at her, letting Julie pull her across the street to where a tiny tourist trap store is.

The bell rings when they push open the door. The person behind the counter jumps at their arrival, startled by the bell, and plasters a smile on their face before just nodding at them in greeting and goes back to flipping through their magazine.

They decide to split up and peruse the shelves for Knick Knacks. Looking for gifts for their families and funny things for the boys.

Julie ends up getting Carlos a snow globe with a ghost inside, her dad a joke book, a pair of earrings for her tía, some shoelaces with rainbows on them for Alex, and two cowboy hats for Luke and Reggie. 

Flynn gets her mom a scented candle gift set, her dad a 1,000-piece puzzle of the town, her older brothers each a screaming goat figurine and a world’s okayest brother coffee mug, an assorted pack of stickers for cryptids for Alex, a pair of socks with ostriches on them for Luke, and a kid leash for Reggie.

 (She got him a stuffed horse as a real gift but the look on his face, and the laughter from everyone else, when she hands him the leash is worth spending the extra money.)                                                                                                  

                                  «»

It takes 3 days and too many coffees and red bulls for them to get Alex to let Julie drive. 

It takes an additional 15 minutes for them to convince him that they will not, under any circumstances, let Luke drive, before he hands over the keys and climbs into the back with Luke and Reggie, falling asleep in seconds.                                                                                                                                     

                                   «»

They are somewhere in Arizona when it becomes evident that it is too hot to keep driving. The temperature pushing 106° Fahrenheit and they are sweating through their t-shirts, hair sticking to the nape of their necks. They are practically all climbing over each other to get out of the car when Alex slows to a stop, having found a river nearby to stop at. Reggie and Luke collapse on the grass under the shade of a tree, leaving Alex, Flynn, and Julie to rummage through the bags for their bathing suits. They jerk upwards with a yelp when Julie throughs their swim trunks and tank tops at them, managing to hit them right in the face.

Luke is the first one changed and immediately runs towards the water. He dives under as soon as it’s deep enough before coming up again just as quick, a wide grin on his face as he shakes out his hair.

“Last one in has to pay for dinner!” He yells out.

The rest of them all share a look before sprinting towards him, letting out battle cry’s as they hit the water                                                                                                                                    

                                    «»

After spending a few hours having chicken fights and wading through the water they decide to camp out beside the river for the night. Alex makes a quick trip to the nearest store to get the supplies to make sandwiches and s’mores, Reggie and Flynn oversee the fire while Luke and Julie set up their sleeping bags.

They settle into their sleeping bags, the sound of crickets chirping, the river flowing, and the crackling of dying embers from fire the only noise, everyone silent as they look up at the stars. It’s dark, the fire barely going anymore, the moon and bright stars now their only light source. It’s peaceful and reassuring in a way the city could never be.

“What if we didn’t go back?” It’s Luke who whispers it, but it doesn’t matter, they were all thinking it, this is the most relaxed they’ve felt in forever.                                                                                                                           

                                     «»

They take lots of pictures during their trip, snapping them whenever they get a chance. Photos of Luke, Flynn, and Julie passed out in the back seat, cuddled up and drooling on each other. Videos of Reggie yelling “Horses!” and pressing his face against the window every time they drive by any and Alex saying “if you do that one more time, I swear I’m going to crash the car” every time. They take pictures of themselves at every state sign they pass, and every landmark they visit. They take pictures of the scenery, the sun rising and setting. There are videos of them singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs. They have videos of every dumb stunt the others try, videos of them joking and laughing. They take as many as they can, trying to capture every moment, hoping to savor as much as they can.                                                                                                                                       

                                    «»

It takes Julie and Flynn 5 days to realize Reggie and Alex never call their parents.

It takes a few more for them to realize Luke doesn’t answer when his do.                                                                                                                                      

                                    «»

Julie and Flynn are leaning against each other drifting in and out of sleep, Luke already snoring in the passenger seat when they get startled awake by Alex swearing loudly and slamming on his breaks before making a U-turn.

“Alex! What the hell?” Julie yells, smacking the back of his headrest repeatedly.

He swats at her hand halfheartedly, “We forgot Reggie at the last stop!” 

They all exchange a look, knowing they will never hear the end of this.                                                                                                                                      

                                  «»

Alex knows, rationally that it’s dumb to worry. Reggie can take care of himself, but there’s still a hollow feeling in his stomach as he pulls back into the run-down gas-station. He sure they’ll laugh about it later, just another funny story to tell, but the silence that hangs in the air as they pull in to see Reggie nowhere in sight is chilling.

As soon as the car is in park, they all spill out, running across the parking lot and into the building.

Reggie is fine, of course. They find him sitting on the checkout counter, kicking his legs back and forth as he chats with the cashier who’s working. He beams when he notices them, waving at them with the hand he is holding a hotdog in.

“Hey guys!” 

Alex is the first one to react. He rushes forward and pulls Reggie into a tight hug, lifting him right off the counter, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

Reggie hugs him back at laughs against his neck. “Took you long enough.”                                                                                                                                     

                                   «»

They get ten miles down the road before Reggie clutches his stomach and groans, “I’m gonna hurl.”

They pull over three more times for him to throw up before deciding to stop for the night.

Reggie swears that he is never eating another hotdog again.                                                                                                                                     

                                  «»

It’s six am, raining and gloomy out as they leave the motel. It is entirely too early after checking in after midnight. Alex wordlessly hands the keys to Julie and climbs into the back, Reggie and Luke both still half asleep following him.

They don’t wake up for another few hours and even then, it’s not by choice, it’s by the girls shaking them awake. Flynn hands the cardboard tray with 3 coffees back to them and goes back to quietly talking to Julie.

Reggie yawns and takes a sip of theirs, leaning forward after to kiss the girls on the cheek in thanks.

“It’s a Them day.” They say, slouching back against Luke. They only stay awake long enough to hear the groups hums or mumbled “okay’s” in acknowledgment.                                                                                                                               

                                   «»

They get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere. A straight stretch of road going for miles and big open fields going as far as they can see.

“Shit,” Alex swears under his breath and looks to Reggie hopefully, who shakes his head and looks to Luke, only to get a sheepish shrug in response.

“Shit.” Alex repeats, louder this time.

Julie and Flynn exchange a glance before rolling up their sleeves, “We’ve got this, boys.”

“How did you know how to do that?” Reggie asks in awe, as the girls stand back up while wiping the dirt of their hands. The flat tire now replaced by the spare.

“My mom taught us.”

“We’d be lost without you.” Luke grins.

Flynn pulls him into a side hug and ruffles his hair, “Damn right you would.”                                                                                                                                    

                                    «»

Alex pokes at the paint on his cheeks, checking to see if it was dry. He had rainbow stripes on one side, and purple, white, and green on the other. He had been the one put in charge of doing everyone’s face paint and he had waited to do his own last. Luke had the demiboy flag painted on one cheek and the ace flag on the other. His nails painted pink, yellow, and blue, and is wearing a crop top with a trans flag wrapped around him like a cape. Reggie had Alex paint the genderfluid flag and trans flag onto his face, and his nails painted with the bi flag colors. Julie has the demigirl colors on one cheek and the bi colors on the other, with an ace flag wrapped around her. Flynn has dark orange, light orange, white, pink, and dark pink, representing the lesbian flag painted onto both cheeks.

Alex reaches around Reggie to grab his trans flag, the last part of his outfit, and wraps it around his shoulders. 

Julie claps her hands together, getting everybody’s attention, “Everyone ready?”

Reggie lets out a shout of excitement, grabbing Alex and Luke’s hands, lacing his fingers with their own and tugging them out the door. Julie and Flynn follow them, shaking their heads and laughing as they watch all three of them try and walk down the narrow staircase side by side.                                                                                                                                      

                                   «»

“I’m dying.” Reggie gasps out, dramatically flinging themself over a rock.

“We’re almost there, it’s just a few more minutes.” Julie reassures them, the rest of the group taking the opportunity to stop and rest. All of them had woken up at five am to hike a mountain and watch the sun rise. The trail was about two miles, and this was the third time Reggie had announced that they were dying, although this one was more dramatic than the others.

“You’ve been saying that for the last 20 minutes!”

“Well this time I mean it.”

“Luke.” Reggie whines, drawing out the name as they shift their gaze to Luke, who is pouring some of his water over his head.

“No.” 

“Babe! Please, I’m dying here.”

Luke sighs and rolls his eyes before crouching down, not being able to resist Reggie’s puppy dog eyes, “Hop on.”

Reggie cheers, jumping up onto his back, “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“I think you should remind me.” Luke grins, tilting his head back towards Reggie.

“Maybe I will.” They laugh, leaning forward and press their lips against Luke’s, smiling into the kiss.

“Hey!” Alex calls after them, “I’d like to be reminded too.”

“You were going to let me die, you don’t get any kisses.” Reggie looks back over their shoulder, sticking their tongue out at him.

“Well I’m the one carrying the food so maybe you should reconsider.”

“Are you bribing me?”

“I don’t know, is it working?” Alex asks.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Reggie slaps at Luke’s shoulder, telling him to let them down.

Julie and Flynn make their way around them, wanting to make it to the top of the mountain in time.

Reggie skips down to Alex and wraps their arms around Alex’s neck, pulling him down to kiss them.

“So, can I have a snack now?”

                                   «»

“Guys,” Flynn looks at the scene before her in exasperation, “I was gone for literally five minutes.”

“We know, help now scold later.” Reggie shifts, trying to yank his foot out for underneath Julie

“How did you even manage this?”

“We couldn’t decide which one of us got to sit in the cart and we thought we could all fit.” Julie peaks her head out from behind Luke. She blows a piece of hair out of her face so she can see, only for it to fall right back.

“You too, Alex?” Flynn asks.

Alex shrugs, looking guilty, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“You’re apart of a human pretzel!”

“We won’t do it again, just get us out. I have to pee, and Luke is crushing my bladder.”

“Hey! at least you don’t have Reggie’s knees in your back,” Luke argues, “and I’m not even that- wait, Flynn are you taking pictures?”

“Oh yeah, definitely” She nods.                                                                                                                                       

                                   «» 

“That’s the fourth store we’ve gotten kicked out of this week.” Flynn complains, glaring at the grocery store.

“That’s not too bad.”

“Luke, It’s Wednesday.”

                                     «»

They sit on a pier in silence, feet dangling off the edge as they lean with their upper bodies over the bottom railing. The sun is setting, gradually receding into the waters below. The sky is more purple than red now, further indicating that their night is coming to an end. 

It had been a few hours since they made their way away from the carnival that was bustling with activity to somewhere quieter. Further away from the bright lights and loud music, the yells excitement and overwhelming noise of big crowds of people all talking and closer to the sounds of waves crashing against shore and seagulls squawking.

Julie picks at her cotton candy, ripping a piece off and hands it to Alex, who accidently dropped his into the ocean below them.

“Maybe we don’t go back.” Again, It’s Luke who says it. He sounds more confident this time.

“Are parents would kill us,” Alex says. He looks down awkwardly when Luke looks at him pointedly. 

“Okay, Ray would kill us.”

“Hey! Ray’s cool, he would never.” Reggie objects.

“We can’t just not go back, right?” Alex looks around at each of them, “Could we?”

Flynn shrugs, “I hear Maine is really pretty in the Fall.”

                                    «»

Ray is cool and he does not kill them. His exact response is “I get it, I’ll miss you! Stay safe and be careful. Send post cards. And because I’m being so cool about it, you get to be the one to tell your tía.”                                                                                                            

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 82

The Battalion help someone with a ghost problem.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Ghost Hunters

           Colton walks down the crowded halls of his school. He keeps his head down and his eyes clued to his phone, trying to stay out of everyone’s way.

           When he reaches his locker, he opens it to find a folded piece of paper fluttering out of the door. He picks it up, looks around curiously, and unfolds it.

           ‘Meet me in the math room after school’

           Colton stares at it questionably, constantly rereading it. It doesn’t say who it’s from. School ends after just one more period. Should he go?

           After school, he ends up going. The classroom is empty and dark, except for one person sitting near the window. She stands up as Colton enters.

           “Cassandra?” he questions.

           Cassandra Keaton is the most popular girl in Colton’s class and in the three years they’ve been classmates, she has never once acknowledged his presence.

           “Oh man, am I about to be punked?” Colton asks, backing away fearfully. “Is a bucket of pig’s blood about to fall on me?”

           “No,” Cassandra snaps, “listen, I need your help.”

           “Then why did you leave that note? Why meet me after school?”

           “Because I don’t want anyone to know about this,” she explains, “look, you talk about your friends who fight ghosts all the time. I need their help. I’m being haunted.”

           “For real?” Colton asks suspiciously. “How do I know this isn’t just some elaborate scheme to humiliate me?”

           “It’s true!” she barks and grabs her phone. “Look, I have proof.”

           She shows him a video she recorded. It’s of her kitchen. Everything seems quiet at first but she’s clearly trembling as she peeks around the corner. Then a mug flies off the counter seemingly by itself and smashes into the wall next to her.

           “Did you see that?” Cassandra questions frantically, “that’s not the first time that’s happened either! There’s a ghost in my house and it’s been trying to kill me and my parents!”

           “Okay, that was kinda creepy,” Colton admits, “even though it could still be a fake video.”

           Cassandra growls at him.

           “Alright, alright, I’ll believe you,” he relents, “but…look, I’ll introduce you to my friend, Squee, but I can’t guarantee he’ll help you. He’s been having a…rough time lately.”

           “Just let me talk to him,” she insists, “I’ll convince him.”            “Fine,” Colton sighs, “we can walk there together.”

           “No,” Cassandra snaps, “I can’t risk us being seen together. I’ll meet you at your house later. Where do you live again?”

           “Grave Road.”

           “Oh. Right…”

           “Not all the rumours are true.”

           “Fine, whatever,” Cassandra sighs, “I’ll meet you there in an hour. Now wait ten minutes for me to leave the school before you leave.”            “Alright,” Colton grunts.

           She leaves without another word and Colton leans against the wall to wait for his turn to leave.

           “The things I do for a pretty face,” he sighs.  

           Later, Colton waits outside his house for Cassandra. She shows up right on time, eyeing the surrounding houses warily as she approaches him.

           “People say all these houses belong to serial killers,” she says fearfully.

           “They aren’t…entirely wrong…,” Colton murmurs then clears his throat. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Squee.”

           They cross the yards to the neighboring house and Colton knocks on the door. Squee answers after a couple seconds. He looks tired. He blinks with surprise at Cassandra.

           “Hey, Squee,” Colton says, “this is my classmate, Cassandra. She uh needs your help.”

           “My house is haunted,” she explains, “and Colton says you fight ghosts. I need you to get rid of it.”

           “Uh,” Squee croaks, speechless before clearing his throat. “One second please.”            He grabs Colton’s shirt and yanks him into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

           “You talk about me at school?” Squee questions.

           “Sometimes,” Colton shrugs.

           “Could you not?”

           “Look, if you don’t wanna help her, you don’t have to,” Colton says, “all I said is that I would introduce you. Besides, it could all be a fake trick.”            “You think so?” Squee questions.

           “I don’t know,” he admits.

           “Okay, well, I really don’t wanna help her.”            “Then don’t.”

           Squee opens the door, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, Cassandra. Uh, I’m sorry about your…predicament. And I don’t know what kind of stories Colton tells at school, but I don’t fight ghosts. In fact, I actively try to avoid them.”

           “So all of Colton’s stories were lies?” Cassandra questions, “you didn’t battle a poltergeist in the graveyard?”

           “No, we did do that,” Squee admits.

           “Or fight a bunch of demons with water guns full of holy water?”

           “We did that too…”

           “Or trap a bunch of powerful poltergeists in a notebook?”

           “That’s also true…b-but I only did those things because I had to.”          

           “So you only look out for yourself,” Cassandra snorts.

           “Exactly,” Squee nods.

           “Please,” she begs as she grabs his hands, sending a tremendous shiver up his spine. “I can’t take this anymore. This ghost is trying to kill me and my parents. How can you, in good conscience, make me go back to that house without even trying to help me?”

           “Well…I don’t really know you…” he mutters.

           “Please,” she says again, “you’re my only hope.”            Squee groans and hangs his head. “Fine. I guess Dib wouldn’t be very happy if I said no. Now, please release my hands.”            She lets him go and he wipes his hands on his shirt. “Alright, I’ll call up my friends. Just give me your house address and we’ll see you there later.”

           Thank you,” Cassandra squeals. She quickly writes her address on a piece of paper before leaving.

           “Are you sure about this?” Colton asks.

           “No,” Squee sighs, “but I guess we can at least check it out.”

           He sends a text in the Battalion group chat about the situation. Everyone agrees to drive to Cassandra’s house together in the Epic.

           Cassandra answers the door quickly when they arrive, looking a bit more frazzled than when she met with Squee less than an hour ago.

           “Good evening,” Dib says jovially, “I’m Dib. This is Zim, Gaz, Tak, and Pepito, and you’ve already met Squee. We’re the Battalion.”

           “Right…” Cassandra replies with uncertainty.

           “You did the right thing in asking us for help with your ghost problem,” he continues, “we are old hands with this kind of thing. Squee and Pepito are both powerful clairvoyants and I am an expert at all things supernatural.”

           “What about those three?” she questions, nodding to Zim, Tak, and Gaz.

           “We’re pretty much the muscle,” Gaz replies.

           “Alright,” Cassandra grunts and holds open her door. “Come inside.”

           As they enter, Dib turns on a voice recorder. “We are now entering the subject’s house.”

           “You’re recording this?” Pepito questions incredulously.

           “Of course!” he replies excitedly, “this is the first time a stranger has ever asked us for help. I have to document it.”

           “Now.” Dib clears his throat and faces Cassandra. “Please state your name for the record.”

           “Uh Cassandra Keaton,” she replies.

           “When did this ghost start bothering you, Cassandra?”    

           “About a week ago.”

           “And do you know why?”

           “Um…no. It just randomly showed up.”

           “That’s odd,” Dib muses, “most spirits don’t lash out unless antagonized. Can you describe how it started and how it’s escalated?”

           “Well, at first it was just like footsteps in the hall or something,” Cassandra explains, “creepy but harmless. And then it turned into loud banging. And now it throws stuff around, sometimes right for me or my parents.”

           “Speaking of which, where are your parents now?” Dib asks.

           “They’re both still at work.”

           “Good, they won’t be in our way.”

           “Dib, can we hurry this up please,” Squee demands.

           “Oh, sure,” Dib nods, “go ahead.”

           “Okay, let’s get this over with so I can go home,” he grumbles as he and Pepito progress deeper into the house.

           “Wait, what’s the plan?” Cassandra asks.

           “Like I said, Squee and Pepito are both clairvoyants,” Dib explains, “they can see and communicate with spirits. So they’re gonna find your spirit and try to convince it to either leave or live here peacefully. Should that fail, we’ll have to resort to more…forceful means.”

           “You mean you can kill it?”

           “Well, ghosts are already dead, but in a sense, yes.”

           “Then why don’t you?” Cassandra demands.

           “I have to agree with the annoying human on this one,” Zim says.

           “Look, if we can settle this peacefully, then it’s better to do so,” Dib insists.

           “But I don’t want a ghost in my house, peaceful or not,” Cassandra snaps.

           “Why not?” Gaz questions, “it’d just be like having an invisible roommate.”

           “Because it’s my house!”

           “For all you know, the ghost was here first,” Dib points out, “which would make you the interloper.”

           Cassandra scoffs, insulted.

           Meanwhile, Pepito and Squee explore the house, on the lookout for the ghost.

           “It’s quiet,” Pepito observes.

           “Yeah,” Squee agrees, “maybe Colton was right and she is lying.”

           “The others wouldn’t be happy about that.”            They peek into what must be the parents’ bedroom. They barely catch a glimpse of a figure crouching in the middle of the floor when a picture frame flies at them. They duck out of the way, standing on either side of the doorframe.

           “I think we found our ghost,” Pepito says.

           “Uh huh,” Squee nods.

           “Hey!” Pepito calls out, waving his hand in the doorway. “We come in peace. We just wanna talk.”

           “It…hurts…” a pained voice replies.

           The boys look into the bedroom. They see the ghost curled up in the middle of the floor, doubled over and gripping his head. A misty aura is swirling around him somewhat gently but every couple seconds it seems to get agitated. The ghost peeks at them through his arm.

           “I’m Squee, this is Pepito,” Squee says as they cautiously approach. “What’s your name?”

           “Leonardo,” the ghost replies.

           “Why are you here, Leonardo?” Pepito asks.

           “I was called here.”

           “Called?” Squee questions.

           “Yes,” Leonardo croaks. He’s clearly in great pain and the aura around him is getting more agitated. “That girl and her friends called to me. So I went to them. Now I can’t leave.”

           Pepito and Squee look at each other in surprise and confusion.

           Back downstairs, the rest of the Battalion and Cassandra have moved to the living room. Zim, Tak, Dib, and Gaz are sitting patiently, but Cassandra hasn’t stopped pacing.

           “What’s taking so long?” she asks.

           “Pepito and Squee have likely found the ghost and are talking to it,” Dib replies.

           “Oh, great,” she scoffs, “I’m glad they can have a nice conversation with the thing that’s been trying to kill me all week.”

           “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation,” he says reassuringly, “most spirits are harmless. Unless it’s devolving into a poltergeist. But that only happens to spirits under great distress.”

           They suddenly hear rapid footsteps coming down the hall before Pepito and Squee slide into the doorway, looking furious.

           “You lied!” Pepito barks, pointing accusingly at Cassandra.

           “Wh-what?” she questions.

           “You said you didn’t know why the ghost was here,” Squee snaps, “but you called it here! You and your friends used a Ouija board and called Leonardo here. But then you didn’t allow him to leave, and now he’s stuck here! And the longer he’s here, the more unstable he gets. That’s why he’s been attacking. It’s not his fault, it’s yours!”

           “Is this true?” Dib questions.

           Cassandra trembles beneath everyone’s accusing glares. “Alright! It’s true! My friends and I used a Ouija board to talk to a ghost. It responded and my friends got scared and left. I didn’t think it would stay.”

           “You didn’t give him permission to leave?” Dib asks.

           “Permission?”

           “When you call a spirit to the living world, you have to give it permission to leave,” he explains like it’s so obvious. “That’s séance 101. Now it’s stuck here which is probably causing it tremendous emotional distress, which would make it devolve into a poltergeist. That’s why the spiritual activity has been escalating and it’s started attacking you.”

           “This is why I hate helping people,” Squee groans, rubbing his forehead.

           “You have to help me!” Cassandra begs.

           “This really sounds like a ‘you’ problem now,” Tak says.

           “She’s right,” Dib nods, “unfortunately, only you can solve this. You and your friends gotta use a Ouija board to give the ghost permission to leave. That is, if it’s not too late.”

           “Can’t you just kill it?” Cassandra questions.

           “No way,” Pepito snaps, “this isn’t Leonardo’s fault, it’s yours.”

           “Yeah, if anyone should be killed, it’s you,” Squee agrees.

           “What?!” she squeals.

           “Relax,” Dib says, “we’re not actually gonna kill you.”

           “Aw,” Zim sighs, disappointed.

           “And if we can avoid destroying the ghost, we will,” he adds, “now call your friends over here so you can allow it to leave.”

           “Ugh, fine,” Cassandra groans and grabs her phone.

           A few minutes later, Cassandra’s friends arrive- Brett, Mitch, Laney, and Brittany. Everyone gathers in Cassandra’s bedroom; she and her friends sit on the floor around the Ouija board while the Battalion stand by the door.

           “First, call to the ghost and make sure it’s made contact,” Dib says.

           “His name’s Leonardo,” Squee points out.

           “Sorry. Call to Leonardo and make sure he’s made contact.”

           Cassandra and her friends rest their hands on the planchette. “Um, we call to the ghost haunting this house. Are you there?”

           The planchette slides to the word ‘Yes’, making Laney cry out with surprise. Pepito and Squee can see Leonardo standing over them. His aura is much more agitated now and his face is twisted up with pain.

           “Okay, now you all have to say ‘thank you for visiting. You may leave. Goodbye’,” Dib orders, “all at once now.”

           “Thank you for visiting,” Cassandra, Brett, Mitch, and Brittany say but Laney just whimpers fearfully.

           “You all have to say it!” Dib demands.

           “Laney, come on,” Brett insists.

           “Is…is anyone else cold?” she questions fearfully.

           Leonardo’s aura has gotten bigger and has started swirling around him angrily. His expression cannot be seen as he’s doubled over, clearly in great pain.

           “Hurry up and say the thing!” Pepito barks.

           “Laney, come on,” Brittany says gently. Laney nods and they all look at the Ouija board.

           “Thank you for visiting,” they say simultaneously.

           Leonardo’s aura suddenly knocks pictures off Cassandra’s wall, startling all of them into letting go of the planchette.

           “Don’t stop!” Dib orders.

           “Just hurry up and finish it already!” Zim barks.

           “He’s getting worse,” Squee observes.

           Leonardo falls to his knees, crying out in agony as his aura grows bigger and bigger, sending all loose objects flying about. Cassandra and her friends all scream and try to run, but Zim and Tak block the doorway.

           “Let us go!” Cassandra begs.

           “Not until you say the thing!” Zim barks.

           “How can we in all this?” she questions, gesturing to the tornado of flying objects.

           “Hang on,” Pepito says and sticks out his hands. He creates a bubble of black energy around Leonardo, containing his unstable aura. All of the flying objects drop to the floor.

           “His darkness is growing,” Pepito warns, “I can’t hold him for long. Hurry it up!”

           Cassandra and her friends quickly kneel around the Ouija board, placing their hands on the planchette.

           “Thank you for coming,” they say simultaneously. Pepito groans with exertion as Leonardo’s aura pounds against the bubble, threatening to break it. “You may leave.”

          The bubble shatters, making Pepito cry out in pain as the aura spreads throughout the room, picking up all the objects.

           “Goodbye!”

           Suddenly, everything stops. All the items float motionless in the air for a second as Leonardo’s aura just sort of shimmers. Then they all drop to the floor as it shrinks down until it’s just cloaking his figure. He looks up in surprise, all the pain gone from his expression. Then he stands up and smiles at Pepito and Squee.

           “Thank you,” he says as he disappears. “Goodbye.”

           “Bye,” Pepito smiles as he and Squee wave.

           “Is it…is it over?” Cassandra asks.

           “It’s over,” Dib smiles.

          “Cassandra?” Everyone turns to the voice and sees a man and woman looking into the room.

           “Mom, Dad,” Cassandra says.

           “What’s going on?” her dad questions.

           “Um…the ghost is gone,” she replies.

           “Oh, honey,” her mom sighs, “we told you, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

           “Okay, we’re done here,” Dib grunts, “if I wanna hear a parent’s disbelief in their kid, I’d hang out with my dad. Let’s go.”

           “Expect a bill in the mail,” Gaz says as one by one, the Battalion leave the room.

           “Don’t summon anymore ghosts,” Pepito adds.

           “I’m never helping anyone again, never,” Squee swears.

           Zim and Tak both huff in annoyance.

           After they’ve left, Cassandra’s parents look back into the room.

           “You better clean up this mess,” her mom orders.

           “But Mom! A ghost really did this!” Cassandra insists as she follows them down the hall. “I had to talk to a bunch of nerds to save us!”

           Brett, Mitch, Laney, and Brittany look at each other.

           “Let’s never mention this to anyone,” Brittany says.

           The others nod. “Agreed.”

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 1

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide.  She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos.  

Written from the perspective of my female OC, Arianthi.  

Some suggestive content and a little bit of feel good fluff - things every good sleepover should have.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Lizzo - Boys

Blackpink - Boombayah

The Struts - Primadonna Like Me (Definetly Asmo’s song lol)

Fozy Shazam - Holy Touch

Jonathan Young ft. Travis Carte (cover) - Hello Kitty 

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“Come on Luke it’s going to be a lot of fun!”  I grab the smaller angel’s hands and swing him around in a wide circle.

“Put me down!  I’m not some little kid!”  Luke struggles to pull away and I finally release him, a wide smile on my face.

Simeon wraps an arm around Luke’s shoulders and gives him a squeeze.  “Come on Luke, it’s Arianthi’s birthday.  You can at least pretend to be happy.”

“I am happy.”  Luke gives a grumpy glare at the floor.  “I just don’t understand why we have to spent the night here.  With all these disgusting demons.  In this disgusting house.”

“Aww is the chihuahua not having fun?”  Mammon elbows Luke and Simeon out of the way to wrap an arm around my waist.  

Luke clenches his fists and glares up at Mammon.  “I! AM! NOT! A! CHIHUAHUA!”

“He’s just teasing,” Simeon chuckles good naturedly.

I wrap my arms around Mammon’s waist and give him my best puppy dog eyes.  “Please Mammon, no teasing tonight.  You promised.  I want Luke to have fun too.”

Mammon flushes a furious red and clears his throat loudly.  “O-o-of course.  You MY human after all.  You can count on THE great Mammon to make this birthday your best yet.”

He puffs his chest out as I give him on last squeeze.  “You really are the best Mammon.  Can you go help Satan with the food?  I know Beel and Belphie said they would but......”

“You can count on THE great Mammon.”  He says, walking towards the kitchen with a slight swagger in his step.  

I wish she wouldn’t baby that chihuahua so much, he thinks as he walks to the kitchen.  That’s MY human after all, why does he need her to protect him?  Why does she care so much if he has a good time?  I’m her first man, she should be worrying about me.

I turn excitedly to Simeon and Luke.  “Diavolo and Barbatos are already in the living room with Lucifer and Solomon if you guys want to go hang out with them. I have to go drag Levi out of his room and get ready with Asmo real quick and then we’ll all be ready to go.”

“Take your time Arianthi,” Simeon says with a kind smile.  “We know the way.”  He takes a slightly resistant Luke by the elbow and starts towards the study.

She’s always so kind, to all of us.  I appreciate the way she looks out for Luke too, even when she doesn’t have to, Simeon thinks as he lead Luke to the living room, the memory of Arianthi’s bright smile causing something in his chest to tighten and an unfamiliar feeling to flutter in his stomach.

I bound up the stairs.  I really do need to get Levi and Asmo but first I need to make a pit stop by one of the brother’s rooms.  I gently try his doorknob and give a relieved sigh when the door swings open.  I close the door quietly behind me and make my way inside.  I ruffle through the clothes on his bed, then quickly scan through his closet.  

Aha!  This is perfect.  I hope he like’s seeing me in this.  

It’s my birthday and the present I want most hinges on this plan working later tonight.  I hear the growing sound of voices from downstairs.  

Time to go.  

I stop by my room long enough to throw my prize onto my bed, then make my way to Levi’s room.  I step inside and take a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim blue glow that lights up Levi’s room.  He’s at his computer, headphones on, completely oblivious to my presence.

Of course.  

I roll my eyes, but I’m not annoyed.  I smile as I skip towards his desk chair and gently remove his headphones.

“Hey!” He turns to me, furious at first, then flushing as he realizes my hands are  gently cupping his cheeks.

“Come on Levi!  It’s slumber party time,” I say, releasing his cheeks and gently tugging at his hand.

He slouches further down in his chair, still blushing furiously.  “Don’t make me.  You know I hate parties.”

“Oh.”  I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice.  I plop down on the floor in front of his computer chair.  “It’s just us Levi.  And Diavolo and Barbatos and the angels and Solomon.  No strangers.  I really think you’ll have a lot of fun.”  

I look up at him pleadingly, but his facial expression says he remains unconvinced.  I heave a deep sigh.  

He’s my bestie.  I really want him there, but I’m not going to force him if he doesn’t want to.

“It’s ok, Levi.  I won’t make you come; I don’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable,” I tell him as I stand up.  I reach out and squeeze his hand again.  “But if my Lord of Shadows does decide to make an appearance later on tonight I’d be super happy.”

I turn to go but Levi doesn’t let go of my hand.  His gaze remains firmly on the floor and he’s still tomato red. 

“R-really?” He asks quietly.

I nod enthusiastically.  “Of course!  Henry can’t have a real birthday party without his BFF!”

Levi shuffles to his feet reluctantly.  “OK.  Anything for my own personal Henry.”

I give him a long hug.  “Thank you Levi.”

He nods shyly.  “I was even able to track down some of those normie movies you wanted on Akuzon.”

“Oh my god Levi!  You’re amazing!”  I hug him again.  “I have to go get ready with Asmo, but can you go down and get those set up while I do that?”

“Yeah.  Which one do you want first?”  He asks.

“You pick.  You’re the genius who was able to track down my contraband, you should get first dibs!”  I grin as him as I hurry out of his room.

She’s such a good BFF, even if she is a normie, Levi thinks, gathering up Arianthi’s movies.  I know she’ll never want anything more with a yucky otaku like me but......

He shakes his head firmly, banishing that thought as he makes his way downstairs..  She’s my Henry, and that’s good enough for me.

“Asmo!  I’m so sorry I’m late I was trying to get everyone else ready to go!”  I call out as I barge into his room.  

“No worries gorgeous!  I’m just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the night!”  He calls out from his bathroom.

“You got me an outfit?” I ask, laying down on his bed and inhaling the scent of his delicious cologne.

“Of course darling.  It’s your birthday after all, and you can’t just wear anything to a slumber party full of demons.  Especially if I’m by your side.” Asmo winks at me as he sweeps into his bedroom, holding a bundle of lace and silk in his arms.  

“Oh Asmo,” I breathe, completely taken in by his appearance.  He’s wearing silk pajamas perfectly tailored to his body, in a soft peach that compliments his complexion, curls perfectly mussed.

“You love?”  He does a quick twirl for me.

I quickly snatch a soft pink rose from a bouquet by his bed.  I walk over and gently tuck it behind one of his ears, smoothing back his curls a little.  

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say softly.

He gives me a coy wink even though a light blush dusts his cheeks.  “You think tonight’s the night I’ll be able to cuddle a little closer to Diavolo?  Or maybe even you, my darling?”

I give him a gentle shove and laugh.  “We’ll never find out if we don’t get downstairs, so show me this outfit you came up with.”

He holds it up proudly.  “It’s going to be perfect with your hair and that gorgeous complexion of yours.  And your eyes will absolutely pop.  Not to mention these curves.”  He runs a hand suggestively down my side, slipping smooth fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.  

I quickly step out of my clothes and allow Asmo to help me with the various lace details and straps, before finally slipping into a short black silk robe.

“Damn Asmo.”  I whisper as I look at my reflection in his mirror.

“Right?!” He squeals as he comes to stand behind me, smoothing my long black curls before adjusting a headband to keep my hair away from my face.  

The headband has adorable furry cat ears in the same shade of emerald green as the barely there lace lingerie I’m wearing.  The green highlights my eyes and seems to make skin glow.  The lace bra and panties hug my curves just right, while detracting from the things Asmo knows I’m self conscious about.  The silk of the robe whispers along my skin, and a pleasant shiver crawls up my spine.

“Satan is going to go absolutely crazy for you in these ears Arianthi,” Asmo whispers against my neck.  “And Mammon will lose his mind with jealousy at everyone seeing his human in this state.  Gorgeous and vulnerable.”  

His hands ghost along my hips, barely touching me.  “You will absolutely have all of us at your mercy tonight my dear.  You're enough to even tempt Simeon to sin.”  Asmo trails a finger along the curve of one of my breasts.

I step away and give him a cheeky grin.  “It’s not fair for you to be the only temptation at this sleepover.  It’s my party after all.”

Asmo giggles and holds out his hand.  “Ready to go sin a little my dove?”

I bite my lower lip and take his hand,  “Absolutely.”

[catboymingi]

knight in shining armour - veninder chap. 1

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: crack, angst?? ish??, fluff; eventual best friends to lovers

word count: 6.4k

warnings: language

det har været et problem siden vi blev alene / at din’ veninder, de vil hævne sig - it’s been a problem ever since we were alone / that your girlfriends want to get revenge

if you were honest, you’d never really liked your friends much. maybe that made you sound like an asshole, but they were superficial, rude, and ignored everyone they didn’t deem worthy. the problem was just that they were also in all but two of your courses, so you knew that if you tried to end your friendship you’d have to make it very clear. just ghosting them wouldn’t work. so you just accepted that you were part of their group, and it did have its benefits, as well, it’s not like it was all around awful. you did a lot of fun things together and their popularity had rubbed off on you. you just didn’t like their attitude.

one of the fun things was a party at some rich kid you didn’t even know the name of’s house that weekend, which obviously meant meeting up at least an hour earlier to make sure you all looked as good as possible. you usually didn’t really care, but parties like these were one of the few occasions where you did want to look good. and they always managed to make you look not only good, but amazing. and the moments you spent by yourselves actually were nice more often than not; another thing that made it hard to cut them off.

“i think it won’t get any better than this”, one of them laughed, you others quickly joining in before deciding that it was now time to leave.

//

when you arrived at the party a lot of people were already there, but that only meant more people to turn their heads as you came in. you were secretly convinced that was your friends’ plan for every single party, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the stares you got. but you didn’t need them the way your friends seemed to, so while they were still basking in the attention you decided to just check your phone for a message (not that you were expecting one), in all honesty kind of annoyed how they always made their arrival a show rather than just going in like any normal person would. but they always made up for it by organising you a ride home when you inevitably left earlier than them, knowing that unlike them you couldn’t afford to just take a taxi.

the party proceeded like any other, skipping from room to room, making smalltalk with people you knew none of you would remember the names of the next day. but it was fun, you liked meeting new people, even if it was only a rather short acquaintanceship. but it got more… exciting when one of your friends spotted a group of boys that you all found to be of extreme interest. and before long, the dibs-calling started.

“i want that one!” you took a look to see who had been chosen with such dedication in her voice, and you had to admit she had good taste. of course she did. even from your distance you could see that he was handsome, tall, lean, and his hair was a bright red colour, which made him stand out even more.

“no way! that one’s mine!” the bickering continued, turned into arguing, and you decided that you’d had enough of that party.

“i’m leaving”, you informed them, but they were still arguing, no one paying attention to you as you realised that it was either to stay or to see how you got home by yourself. and you refused to expose yourself to even one more minute of arguing over whose dibs were more important, so you just left without getting so much as a goodbye.

problem was just, you didn’t even know where the party was, in the first place. maps told you the address, but the area didn’t ring any bells at all. so it was to guess and just walk, hoping you’d arrive home before the night was over. stupid as you were you hadn’t even brought your wallet - you usually didn’t need to, so bringing it was more of a risk since someone could steal it than it was of any use. but now you came to regret that decision. you came to regret even going to the party at all in the first place. you knew you were being melodramatic - you knew you very much did have fun until their stupid arguing started -, but it felt like you’d never enjoyed even a single party they’d dragged you to. and now you had to find your way back home, and your phone was at… 13%. fuck. your steps quickened, you knew you had to at least reach an area you knew before your phone died or you’d be screwed. but you gave up that hope when you zoomed out on the map a little, seeing that you were pretty much on the other end of the city.

“fuck! fucking shit hell!” you had no choice but to go back. but you knew you wouldn’t spend the rest of the night with your friends, who with a very high probability were still arguing about how to divide the boys they’d spotted. no way. and that decision was cemented when it started raining and you quickly looked like a mess, trying very hard to avoid being noticed when you slid back into whatever his name was’s house.

“you need a jacket.” step one: failed. but luckily you didn’t know the guy who’d found your sorry excuse of a being, though you faintly remembered that he was part of the group your friends had been gawking at.

“it’s not like it’s gonna help me now”, you replied, voice a little aggressive, but he laughed understandingly.

“fair. so what drove you outside in this weather?”

“for starters, when i was driven outside, the weather had not been any reason for concern yet. i just wanted to take a walk.”

“i get it. you’re here alone?” you nodded, might as well be with how little your friends had been paying attention to you, not even noticing you left at all.

“wanna join us? my friends and me, i mean.”

“why not?” it wasn’t like you had anything to lose, you were stuck here either way and he seemed nice enough. so you followed him, desperately trying to hide just how pathetic you looked, soaking wet and freezing.

“someone didn’t read the weather forecast”, one of the boys said instead of a greeting, though it didn’t seem malicious at all, so you decided to let it slip.

“seems so”, the one who was at fault for you being stared at by six curious pairs of eyes replied, before starting to introduce you. it was first when he tried to tell your name to the others that you both realised you hadn’t actually exchanged names yet.

“y/n.” the boys introduced themselves, a cacophony of names that you already knew you wouldn’t be able to remember the next day.

“you look cold”, another giant said (you knew it wasn’t the same one because this one’s hair wasn’t as bright red as the hair you’d seen earlier), and it seemed like he was genuinely concerned.

“i am. nothing to be done about that, though.” you shrugged, but it seemed like the boys thought differently, shuffling to make room for you between them so that you could sit down, and handing you whatever items of clothing they could spare, which resulted in you being buried underneath a mountain of jackets and sweatshirts they’d worn over their t-shirts.

“should be better now. where’s mingi?”, the one who found you asked, and you first now realised that mister redhead hadn’t been sitting with them when you arrived.

“toilet.” even though you weren’t looking you could tell that whoever spoke was grinning. “had some little girl business to do.”

“hey! i’m a big girl!” you looked up at the unknown voice and saw who you assumed to be mingi pout angrily at the group, though probably at the one who’d decided to call him ‘little girl’. then he realised that there was someone there that he was pretty sure hadn’t been there yet when he’d left for his big girl business.

“who’s that?”

“a sorry excuse of a being that probably stole your seat”, you replied and he grinned at you.

“nice to meet you, sorry excuse of a being. i’m the one who left his seat free to be stolen while i had big girl business to do.” now you were laughing, as were the others.

“y/n.”

“mingi.”

“really, though, this is your seat. sorry”, you said while getting up, trying to keep the way too large amount of donated clothes from dropping to the probably beer-drenched floor.

“you don’t have to get up!”, he tried to convince you, but there was no way you’d have him stand when you were already drenching everyone’s clothes.

“i’m not gonna sit while you’re standing”, you insisted. and after reading in your expression that you were serious, he decided to give in. or so you thought.

“fine.” and he moved to sit where you’d previously been sitting, his ass probably starting to soak up the water you’d left there. definitely soaking up the water, you corrected yourself at his disgusted expression. but he wasn’t going to have you stand, either.

“come here.” patting his lap to let you know where ‘here’ was.

“you know i’m gonna leave you drenched, right?”

“at least people won’t think i pissed my pants when i’m wet all over”, he joked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“i guess it’s a good deed, then.” and you settled on his lap, feeling the heat that radiated off him (though you weren’t sure if he was actually extraordinarily warm - in your state anything above 5 degrees celsius would’ve felt like a sauna) while he winced at the sudden cold wetness that, as promised - or maybe as threatened -, was now leaving him somewhat soaking as well. his friends laughed at the two of you, but it didn’t seem like mingi took it to heart, even laughing along with them at the predicaments he found himself in. that, however, almost sent you to the beer-drenched floor, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you before you could meet your fate. you’d let out some kind of shriek either way though, convinced that your face would be acquainted with the floor sooner than you’d like it to, and several people near you turned to stare at the sudden noise. among them… your friends. and by the expressions on their faces you could tell the group chat would be heated. but in that moment you didn’t want to care, didn’t have the energy to, so you just pretended you hadn’t seen them.

you spent the night like that, joking with the boys who you found were much better company than the one you usually found yourself in, and they decided to adopt you. or, hongjoong and seonghwa (you were starting to learn their names by how much they shouted at each other in exasperation) had decided that, telling you that you now had, as they called it, ‘six dumbass brothers, congratulations’. then you were forcibly added to a group chat wooyoung had decided to make in that exact moment, called ‘hyung hate club’, his way to get back at the ‘dumbass brothers’ comment. you loved the way they interacted with each other, lots of playful teasing, but no one ever seemed to take it to heart, and they knew not to go too far. maybe that was why you felt comfortable enough to give out your phone number, and why you stayed where you were even though you could feel your friends kill you with their eyes.

you had no idea how long you’d stayed there with them, but it must have been pretty long, seeing how you were somewhat dry again when they told you that they were going to leave now since it was ‘bedtime for the little ones’, which ironically only included people taller than hongjoong.

“but we’ll message you!”, san promised, to which you replied, laughing, that that was the point of a group chat. but this reminded you of the sorry state your phone battery had been in the last time you’d checked, which made you check again. dead. of course. but you didn’t want to ask any of them to somehow get you home - you’d just met them and how were they even supposed to do that, anyway?

they left and you were certain none of them had noticed the way you were looking at your phone, but you were once more surprised by how nice the boys were when you found mingi waiting for you in front of the house.

“you know how to get home?”, he asked, and added as an explanation for his concern: “i saw the way you looked at your phone earlier.”

deciding that there was no use in lying (and also just not wanting to have to figure out how to get home by yourself, without money or a phone to use) you told him that you didn’t.

“where do you live?”

“way too far away”, you whined. “other end of the city.”

“oh.” he looked surprised and apologetic, and you knew right there that he wouldn’t be able to help you. so, wanting to save yourself and him the embarrassment of him having to tell you that you were on your own with that one, you said: “yeah, so i should get going now.”

“mm. or...” he seemed hesitant to finish his sentence and you looked at him questioningly.

“or?”

“i mean. if you’d be comfortable with that, i guess you could sleep at our place? we have a couch and i know the others wouldn’t mind, and you’d be able to charge your phone and you wouldn’t have to go home at night, and it’s much closer, so i thought i’d offer? i don’t know.” he was rambling and you were, in all honesty, quite taken aback, but you weren’t opposed to the idea. especially not when you remembered the other option. so your decision was an easy one.

“sure. thank you.” you sent a grateful smile his way which he reciprocated before he got going, turning around to see if you were coming along.

the first couple hundred metres were spent in silence, in part because you tried very hard to keep yourself from bibbering, and talking wasn’t on your list of priorities. he noticed, though, handing you his jacket without saying anything. was there anything he didn’t notice?

“you’ll be cold”, you protested, but he didn’t care, putting it on your shoulders himself and walking on as if the cold had no effect on him at all. and while you did feel a little guilty about him giving you his jacket you had to admit that it really helped.

the next time either of you spoke again was when he told you that you were almost there. he’d been right, they lived much closer than you, keeping the torturously cold journey shorter than anticipated.

“you can borrow some clothes”, he informed you. “i’ll get them for you as soon as we’re there.” you didn’t protest this time. you assumed that he did in fact have enough clothes to spare one shirt and one pair of pants for the night, and your outfit wasn’t just still damp but also incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in in general.

“thank you.” he turned to smile at you, his eyes turning into little half moons as he did so, and you smiled back. then, maybe a minute later, he stopped in front of a tall apartment building and opened the door through which you quickly slid in, letting out a content sigh when you felt the warmth surrounding you. mingi let out a short laugh at that which earned him a pout from you.

“you try spending an entire night in semi-wet clothes, i bet you’d be happy about the warmth too!” he raised his hands defensively, still laughing, before going over to the elevator and pressing the button to call it down to you. it was already on your floor, though, so you didn’t have to wait, and before long you were in front of his - or rather, their - apartment door.

“i think the others might already be asleep, so we should probably be quiet”, he told you before letting you both in, using his phone flashlight to light the way to his room after you’d taken off your shoes.

“i’ll just get you some clothes, then i’m on the couch”, he explained, but you protested, whispering angrily that no way was he going to sleep on the couch in his home.

“well you’re not going to, either”, he whispered back, “so unless you want to spend the night with my snores disrupting your beauty sleep i’ll be on the couch.”

“you will not sleep on the couch” was all you said to that, and he sighed, defeated, realising that you were at least as stubborn as him.

“i’ll still let you get changed first, though. let me know when you’re done.” you grinned a victorious grin as you took the clothes from him, knowing that you’d won. then, after he’d left the room with his own change of clothes, you quickly got changed, enjoying the way his clothes were big and soft and warm rather than tight and sticky and cold like what you’d been wearing previously.

“you can come in”, you let him know once you were done, head peeking out of his bedroom door as if you were scared to get caught. and he came back into his room smiling, then erupting into laughter he tried to keep quiet as he saw you in his clothes, feet entirely covered by the excess fabric of his pants and hands hidden by the sleeves of his sweater. you looked incredibly tiny and really cute, not at all like the party animal he’d met you as. you just huffed, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it more dramatically than mingi had thought possible for that action to be.

“if you don’t stop laughing i’m throwing this cup at you”, you threatened, pointing to one of the empty mugs on his bedside table. he didn’t entirely stop, but calmed down a little, coming over as well - his old clothes had been discarded on the desk chair, which you could easily tell was the chair, the chair that made a laundry basket unnecessary - and settling next to you.

“wall or room?”, he asked, and it took you a moment to realise what he was talking about.

“wall?” it sounded like a question, even though he had clearly left the choice to you. he moved the blanket to the side in reply, motioning for you to lay down, and you did, him following suit once you seemed comfortable.

“feel free to kick me if i snore”, he told you. “it won’t wake me up, but maybe it helps with your frustration.”

“noted”, you laughed before turning to face the wall.

“goodnight, mingi. and thank you for letting me stay over.”

“no problem. goodnight.” and a comfortable silence settled between you two, the only sounds when either of you shuffled slightly.

“you’re stealing the blanket”, he suddenly complained, and it sounded like that was the only thing still keeping him awake, his deep voice even deeper from how tired he was.

“sorry. i’m still kinda cold. i can sleep on the couch though”, you apologised. he’d been so nice to you, even let you sleep in his bed, and here you were, stealing his blanket.

“mm”, he hummed, but it was more one of acknowledgement rather than one of agreement. then you felt him shuffle behind you and before you knew it he’d wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest before letting go for a moment to move the blanket so that it now once more was covering the both of you, at which point he wrapped his arm back around you.

“better?”

this time it was your turn to hum, not really sure what to make of this whole situation. but you were warmer now, you were comfortable, and most of all, you were tired as shit. so you decided that was something for tomorrow you to overthink about, and began drifting off to sleep.

the next morning - or noon, more accurately - came sooner than hoped for, when yunho walked into mingi’s room, waking you up.

“hey, mingi”, he said loudly, trying to wake him up but obviously unaware of the fact that the boy in question wasn’t alone. “i didn’t hear you come home last night, so i wanted to check if you’re alright.” then his eyes fell upon you, whom he had managed to wake up, unlike mingi, who was still clinging on to you, face all but buried in your hair.

“oh, sorry”, he quickly apologised, “i didn’t know he brought you.”

“my phone was empty and i didn’t know how else to get home”, you explained.

“knight in shining armour, huh? usually he’s the damsel in distress.” you both laughed, and you were glad that he didn’t make a big deal out of you having spent the night in mingi’s bed. then he came over, shaking his friend to make him wake up, which, due to the sleepyhead’s arm that was still wrapped around you, had you shaken up just as much.

“mingi, wake up!”, yunho tried again, and you did as well, turning to face the two and gently hitting the boy’s chest. but he was right when he said he probably wouldn’t wake up even if you kicked him; it seemed near impossible to wake him up. so you accepted your fate (which was getting late breakfast with the boys and not having mingi there to answer the awkward ‘but why are you here right now’ questions), removing his arm from your waist and sitting up, ready to get up. but mingi wasn’t as asleep as he seemed, grabbing your wrist and mumbling “just a bit more”.

“get up or stay in bed alone, i’m getting up”, you told him, and finally, finally he opened his eyes, stretching his illegally long limbs before sitting up as well.

“you have to teach me how you did that”, the other boy said with a mix of amusement and respect at your achievement in his voice, which made you laugh loudly.

“he’s not usually that easy to convince?”, you asked.

“you don’t even know. i have to threaten him with a bucket of water at least once a week.”

“that’s because you suck”, was the explanation given, and you had to laugh once more, both at the pout on yunho’s face and how absolutely tired mingi sounded.

“i’ll remember that next time i try to save you some pancakes.”

“i’m sorry!”, the one sitting next to you yelped so loudly that you flinched slightly, but you were smiling. it was incredibly nice to see their mutual teasing, the way they interacted without trying to actually hurt each other.

“just come when you’re done, i think breakfast should be ready”, was all he got for an answer, but both the boys were grinning at each other. then yunho left, and you and mingi were stuck in awkward silence.

“i don’t think you want to put your party clothes back on, but if you’d like to change again i can lend you some more”, he offered after a couple embarrassingly quiet seconds, but you declined - you didn’t want to be even more of a hassle, and you’d only worn these for a few hours in which you didn’t do anything but sleep, so it was fine. actually, you didn’t even want to get breakfast with them, feeling like you’d already taken advantage of their hospitality more than enough. but when you tried to tell him that he quickly shut you down, telling you that he’d not let you leave with an empty stomach, plus you’d both forgotten to charge your phone overnight so that you wouldn’t even know the way. sadly, he had a point.

when you entered the living room after you’d finally put your phone to charge no one seemed particularly surprised to see you there, so you assumed they’d already been informed about the sudden guest. still, they sent what you assumed to be both teasing and curious looks in mingi’s direction, and really, you could understand them. this wasn’t the most common thing to do after having met the night before, but you still felt like there hadn’t really been any other polite option for him, and any other even half as good one for you. so you decided that if they were to say something you’d back him up; you owed him.

and, of course, the dreaded kind of comments came sooner than you’d hoped. you’d just sat down at the table with the others before wooyoung attempted to wiggle his eyebrows at you and asked: “so, you and mingi? kind of disappointed you didn’t choose me”, to which san hit his arm playfully with a fake pout on his face as he told him that he ‘thought we had something special’. you couldn’t help but laugh, even though you were kind of embarrassed anyway. but everyone was incredibly nice as you ate, and you soon noticed that their teasing was always playful, never crossing over into genuinely harmful territory, and that it never was about looks or other things that one’s control over was limited if not nonexistent. it was so different from what you were used to, but you liked this way of interacting much better. everyone had fun, not just the one making the joke, and no one got hurt.

after what mingi had labelled brunch because ‘it sounds better than breakfast at 2pm’ you insisted on helping with doing the dishes, which seonghwa appreciated.

“finally someone with manners”, which was very obviously a jab at his friend group who did not seem eager at all to help. then he left to the kitchen, you following suit, both of you carrying the plates that had been used. you started doing the dishes in silence, seonghwa cleaning them and you drying them and building a small plate tower because you didn’t know where to put them and it’d be easier to just put them all away at once. it was a comfortable silence though, being silent because there was nothing to be said, not because you didn’t dare to say anything.

when you returned to the living room you informed everyone that you were heading off now, and asked mingi where to put his clothes after you got changed.

“just keep them on”, he told you, “i’m sure this wasn’t the last time we ever saw each other, and i’m not that desperate.” you nodded, secretly glad you didn’t have to make your way back in your party outfit - it really wasn’t the warmest or most comfortable when you had to walk at least one hour home. then he followed you to his room where you grabbed your phone first thing, turning it on and checking the notifications for how much trouble you were in. based on the number of notifications and missed calls, and the fact that several of your friends had messaged not only the group chat, but also you individually, you were in a lot of trouble. and even more so when you accidentally clicked on a notification, which meant now the messages were marked as read. as if they’d been waiting for that, your phone started ringing maybe 10 seconds later, and you knew that not picking up would only make it worse. so you motioned at mingi, letting him know that you had to pick up.

“yeah?”

“where the fuck have you been!”, came yelling from the other end.

“my phone was dead, and i didn’t have a chance to charge it.”

“why not? why wouldn’t you be able to charge your phone?!” now you knew you were in deep trouble. there was no good excuse for that that didn’t require you to give away that you hadn’t spent the night at your place.

“i wasn’t home.” you decided to just deal with the worst now so it was over, at least.

“and where were you?”

“kind of had a sleepover.” you could see the boy grin at that, but you didn’t feel like laughing at all.

“sleepover, uh huh. just say you fucked one of the guys and go.”

“i didn’t.”

“oh come on, y/n, we all saw you on that dude’s lap. don’t play innocent.” this made you angry, because you’d never lied to your friends before, and you weren’t lying now, either. plus, even if you had slept with any of them, it wouldn’t have been a reason to get angry like this.

“i didn’t fuck anyone and have no intention of doing so, thank you very much”, you snapped, louder than you’d intentioned to be. then you hung up, not wanting to deal with this when you still had to figure out how you’d get home without having to ruin your feet, because of course you hadn’t worn functional shoes when you left last night. and now you had something else to deal with as well, you noticed when you looked away from your phone and over to your sleepover companion, who looked quite surprised by your outburst.

“sorry”, you apologised. “i’ll go now.” and you grabbed your clothes from the floor, making your way through the living room to the door, where you grabbed your shoes with your free hand (you’d decided walking barefoot was probably still better for your feet than wearing your monster heels) and turned around to the boys who, by the looks of it, had heard your declaration of having remained celibate as well.

“thank you for letting me stay here, but i’ll leave now”, you informed them as well, leaving the door before any of them had regained enough composure to reply.

to your dismay, however, the elevator took a while to reach your floor, and in the time you spent waiting for the doors to open mingi had caught up with you.

“what?”, you asked, confusion and upset - though that wasn’t directed at him - apparent in your voice.

“doesn’t look like you’re fit to go home like that.” he motioned to your shoes in your hand, then to your bare feet.

“and what do you intend to do about that?” you felt bad for snapping, but you were just really frustrated at everything and everyone right now, and he was the only one there to deal with it. but he didn’t seem to get angry, instead grinning at you before informing you that he intended to bring you home while you entered the elevator.

“i’ll carry you if i have to. but i won’t have to because there’s a train station nearby.”

“i didn’t bring my wallet”, you let him know, disappointed at the fact that you wouldn’t be able to take the train which would without doubt be much more comfortable.

“my treat.” he was still grinning, and you couldn’t help but smile back. he was saving your ass for the second time in less than 24 hours. you really owed him.

“thank you”, you replied, and he could tell you were less tense and upset now, which already felt like an achievement to him.

“i’m still not letting you walk around barefoot, though”, he informed you before swiftly picking you up, causing you to almost drop everything as he started honeymoon carrying you.

“let me down!”, you protested, but you were laughing so he knew he’d still make it home alive if he didn’t. and he knew that the risk of you stepping into glass was just too high, so he kept carrying you until you reached the train station where he bought you your ticket. he surprised you, however, when he entered your train with you.

“i got a monthly pass”, he grinned at you as he saw your questioning expression. that didn’t explain why he joined you, but you decided to just leave it be for now, tensing up again as you felt your phone vibrate repeatedly. he heard as well, unsure if he should ask about the call from earlier or not, but decided to go with it.

“what was up earlier? you know, in my room.” yeah, you knew. sadly. you sighed loudly before unlocking your phone, checking the message preview to see if your suspicions about its content were confirmed. and of course they were, the latest message reading ‘whats up? ashamed abt the gang bang?’, so you showed mingi rather than explaining. his eyes widened at that, having noticed that the contact name was ‘model contract when???’, so the person was probably a friend of yours, but the way they talked to you didn’t seem like it at all.

“what the fuck?” he couldn’t stop himself, but he also couldn’t even imagine his friends ever talking to him that way, no matter what he did. and he could vouch for the fact that you hadn’t done anything to warrant being talked to like that, if there even was a reason to talk like that ever. you didn’t seem upset at his reaction though, letting out a dry chuckle because you knew this was not the way to talk to anyone at all, but you couldn’t change it. and you’d known your friends talked like that when they were upset, you’d just never given them a reason to talk to you that way yet, so it was more that it was a new thing for them to act like this towards you rather than that it was shocking you in general.

“it’s not a big deal”, you shrugged, “i think i’ll just avoid parties for a little and then they’ll calm down.”

“hm.” he didn’t seem convinced, but he knew it wasn’t his place to speak. “how about pyjama parties though, are those banned as well?”, he then asked at an attempt to lighten up the mood.

“hm?” you didn’t yet understand what he was trying to ask, but were a little curious nonetheless.

“if we invited you for a pyjama party, would you come?”

you looked over at him and he seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of a pyjama party, beaming at you, and while you’d noticed before that he was objectively handsome you now noticed that he had an individual, kind of unusual charm to him as well, being surprisingly cute for his height. and while you weren’t usually very affected by handsome men his adorable behaviour made you want to say yes. and before you could stop yourself, that ’yes’ had slipped. it was worth it, though, because he looked so happy at your reply that you half expected him to get up and jump up and down like a child. but instead he grabbed his phone, fingers moving quickly as he typed up his message.

just a few seconds later your phone buzzed again, causing you to flinch, but he smiled at you and told you it was just him. and while you weren’t sure how he had your number you decided to check either way, the notification on your phone reminding you that ‘hyung hate club’ existed, which was also how he had your number. of course wooyoung had added all of them, you’d quite honestly just forgotten about the group chat entirely. but here it was, being filled with enthusiastic replies to whatever mingi had sent, the others’ messages being so many that the original one was no longer visible even in the extended preview. so you clicked on the chat, curious to see just what had caused them to act like this.

the message in question was ‘pyjama party this weekend n y/ns coming’, and you couldn’t help but grin at how a simple pyjama party had made them so excited. you found yourself comparing them to your regular friends and found that the more you saw of how their friendship worked, the less you liked yours. but it seemed like they were genuinely adopting you and letting you be part of their group, and that made you weirdly happy, considering how little you actually knew them - but they’d made you feel more welcome than your friends ever had. so, while you’d dread it if your friends invited you to another party, you actually found yourself a little excited about the one mingi had just invited you to.

you reached your stop shortly after, and even though you insisted you’d be fine the boy joined you, picking you up again as soon as you left the train station, but this time he gave you a piggyback ride, asking you for directions and carrying you all the way home. it wasn’t awfully far, but you still appreciated the gesture, very aware of the fact that this was definitely the better option for your feet.

he let you down once you reached your dorm, and first then did it occur to him to ask where you even studied. you told him and his eyes widened slightly before he beamed at you again, letting you know that they were all studying there as well (which wasn’t that surprising, really, it was the biggest uni in city) and that you were now legally obligated to sit with them during lunch. when you tried to protest he cut you off, reminding you that you owed him, to which you could only nod with a defeated sigh, but you were smiling as well.

“see you at lunch then!”, he beamed at you, making sure you had your keys and wouldn’t be left locked out before leaving with a wave.

“see you”, you smiled back, waving after him with your shoes still in hand before you finally entered your home, and even though you had slept quite well that night you wanted nothing more than to nap. so you dropped everything to the floor and put your still frequently buzzing phone on silent before moving into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

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Ghost of You

A/N: Hello my lovelies!  This was a pain in the ass to write and I kept going back and forth with ideas, but it’s done and it’s here!

Spencer x Fem!Reader

Soundtrack: Ghost of You - 5SOS

Warnings!: Mentions of Death, Alcohol Consumption, Mentions of drug use and relapse 

Word Count: <1k (It’s a lil baby)

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My Dearest Y/N,

Waking up, for a split second, I feel peace. I just feel your warmth. But, my arm reaches over to your side of the bed and it all comes crashing down. I still can’t sleep on your side. It’s been so long, but your stuff is still just the same. I can’t bring myself to move it. Your favorite mug is still on your nightstand, but your lipstick stain is fading. I wish I could just hold you once more. I know people would probably see what I’m doing and find it pathetic. They would probably find me insane. Writing to someone who will never read it. But it’s my last connection to you. I wish I could just dream a bit longer. The nights where you come visit. If I could dream long enough, please just tell me I’ll be fine.

I’ve drank myself to sleep trying to block out the nightmares that still come. I know you hate when I drink. I’ve just felt so… empty. I can’t watch you leave me every night in that horrible nightmare. The night you slipped from my grasp, and it was all MY fault. I knew you were my angel on earth, but I didn’t mean for you to leave me so soon. You made my world so much brighter. I could see the worst things a human could do on a case, but coming home to your arms. Your kisses. Your cuddles. They could make even the darkest day fill with sunshine and warmth. You saved me. But I couldn’t save you. 

I’ve known you for 20 years, but it doesn’t ever seem to be enough. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was the little shy boy with big glasses playing chess all alone. But you, a beautiful angel, came over and sat with me so I wouldn’t be alone. With your white sunflower dress and your big beautiful doe eyes. I didn’t know much then, but I know I loved you from that moment on. Somehow, you put up with me. You stuck by me as your best friend for 20 years. I’m lucky to have felt your love for the last 5. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it to the bureau. I wouldn’t have survived working late nights for 3 PhDs. You were always the light of my life. But you burnt out too soon. You shared so much light with others, you didn’t save any for yourself. 

I tried cleaning up today. I let the apartment go since you were here. I came across some of your things. I found your old Zeppelin shirt. The one you wore when you ran from home to come with me. We were so young. It was so dumb. You had a whole life ahead of you back in Vegas. But you followed me, all through school. All the way to Quantico, just for me. We were so young. Too dumb to know things like love. But, I know better now. I keep thinking of what we’d be doing if you were still here. We’d probably be here, in our house. We’d be engaged now. Assuming you would have said yes. I’ve had a ring sat in my mess of a sock drawer for ages. I was planning on proposing that night. I had it all planned out. Rossi helped me plan the whole thing. I was going to take you out in his yard during the party, under the string of warm lights you loved. Your favorite flowers all around. Garcia had dibs on filming the whole thing just because she knew you’d love it. We could have spent our whole lives together. I keep thinking. If you hadn’t followed me. Hadn’t loved me, maybe you’d still be here. 

Is life really worth living without you in it? I feel..lost. Sometimes, it feels like it’s not. It feels cold. Dark. Our one crack was my addiction. The one time I thought I lost you. But you helped me. But I almost fell back down that rabbit hole without you. But, that night I dreamt of you. You held my hand and told me it’d be okay. I didn’t relapse. I almost have. A few times now actually. I just can’t live in a world without you in it, Y/N. Why do the best people leave first? It’s hard to believe you just aren’t coming back. I don’t know that I would call ours love at first sight. However, our love was greater than any story I’ve ever read. That night, the one thing I work to protect you against is what took you away. Scratch, of all things in this world, took away the one thing that gave me hope. The one thing I swore to protect you from. I failed you, Y/N. I love you. Always and Forever. 

But for now, I’m just dancing through our house, left with the Ghost of You. 

Forever yours, 

S.R.

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[ladyfeldspar]

By the power vested in me by my RNG, I give you...

6x09: Free Hat (aka the reason I broke the second disc of Season 6)

This is hella long, sorry not sorry.

Some days I think season 6 is my favorite season.

Tweek standing behind the other three at the SP sign will never cease to make me happy. <3

I hate ET because I think he's a creepyass little alien and I don't appreciate seeing him first thing in this episode. 😂

Okay but I love when Kyle's saying, "...to make ET more PC," he's doing little air quotes with his one hand, like:

Stan: "That's gay." Back when saying things like that was only mildly offensive and wouldn't cause riots.

I've never seen Saving Private Ryan, and I know that it's said that it can be really triggering for people who have actually been to war and everything and I don't want to diminish that in any way, but whatever I paused on here looks like some kind of nether realm squid ghost monster and it's amazing.

I love the progression of their expressions here: angry, unimpressed, concerned, and "why is this happening?!"

And they're all so excited for Star Wars, that's the cutest fricking thing! I would love to see Tweek and Craig watching Star Wars together, just try and tell me that wouldn't be adorable!

ALL OF THEM ARE SO MAD! I fucking love when Tweek gets the little angry eyebrows.

I will never ever not want to hug him whenever I see Tweek shiver like crazy while the other kids just stand perfectly still.

The message in this episode is actually so good though. "Movies are art and art shouldn't be messed with!"

"Yeah we could form a club that takes food stamps from poor people and then we could sell them back to the government for a profit!" Tweek’s face here is priceless.

Poor Tweek. There's kind of a pattern in these episodes where multiple times he tries to stand up for himself or walk away from the main kids, but Cartman bullies him into staying and it just breaks my heart. As opposed to Craig in the Pandemics who's just like, "Fuck this." And as much as I adore all of the S6 Tweek episodes, I'm really glad he didn't stay hanging out with them for any longer and that he went back to the group of guys that are actually his friends. <3

"I'm not, I'm not a team player!" 😭 That being said, I could listen to Tweek talk all day.

"You have to offer fabulous prizes if you want people to show up to your stupid crap!" is just the S6 version of, "More people will come if they think we'll have punch and pie!" 😂

Stan: "Tweek, you go make fifty hats." Look, okay, I don't hate Stan, all right, but what the hell dude, go make your own hats! Why would you give the anxious kid a big responsibility like that!? At least have Kyle help him or something. Like you say you need to get the gymnasium ready which means what, make a banner and set up some chairs? And you're telling me you couldn't have split up the making of the hats? Jesus Christ.

(Yeah, okay, I know, chill out, they're 8.)

I posted this on my Tumblr before, so I'm not going to do it again, but that TINY LITTLE SHRIEK THAT TWEEK DOES after his dad says his name. I just. Literally. Die. Of cuteness. Every single time. It's my favorite Tweek shriek of the entire show, hands down.

On another note, his bedroom is so empty in this episode compared to in Tweek x Craig! I wonder what changed between here and then.

Tweek being able to calm himself down with some meditation is honestly so cute. And look at his happy place! I would love to have this on a shirt or a bag or just like as a piece of art hanging on my wall or something.

Cartman's giant face showing up there. 😂 I remember the first time I saw this episode that actually startled me so much.

"I was up, all night, making hats! I only slept for an hour- and then I DREAMT about making hats! But I only made fifteen!" - This has been one of my favorite lines since forever. I make it my status on things a lot and then everyone asks me why I was making hats all night. 😂

I love Stan's expression here.

"I don't have nearly 1000 hats!" "They're gonna kick your ass, Tweek!" 😡😡😡

Look at this shot! It really looks like Stan is the only one remotely concerned about Tweek's well-being here.

We get so much of Tweek yanking on his hair in this episode. </3

How am I less than five minutes into this and I have talked this much?

The townspeople are literally so stupid. Good job, Skeeter.

Stan makes good speeches when he wants to. Although, you know, you shouldn't make promises without fully knowing what you're doing.

Only Tweek would think going on a TV show is terrible news. (Just kidding. I agree with you, Tweek.)

I've never understood the "1-2-3, dibs!! "Knee!" thing. Like I know what dibs is, but where I come from knees were never involved.

Typical Cartman. I feel so bad for Tweek, but I love when he looks down to see "Advocate of Toddler Murder" underneath him. Cartoon logic is the best logic.

There's also a lot of good Tweek shrieks here too.

"It's easy!?" "Yes... It is easy."

"We believe that films have to be taken away from people like Steven Spielberg and George Lucas because they're insane." The way Kyle matter-of-factly delivers this line kills me every time.

They honestly made SS and GL look so creepy. 😂

I like that Cartman's voice kind of cracks when he's like, "That's Steven Spielberg and George Lucas!"

Someone just let Tweek go home, please!

"Uh, we thought we were speaking for the children." "Yeah, we're children."

"I'm not a Jew!" 😂 Thank you, George Lucas.

Okay, full disclosure, when I first saw this I hadn't seen Raiders of the Lost Ark and I didn't get the big deal. 😂 But I do now!!!

"He...killed 23 babies in self-defense?" "Hat was attacked maliciously and unprovoked by a gang of babies in West Town Park. When that many babies get together they can be like pirahna!" 😂 I say this all the time.

Skeeter. 😂 Honestly, you are no help at ALL.

Second time this episode Tweek tries to say no and walk away.

"People aren't that into you, Tweek. They find you kind of annoying." This is so meta because I remember people complaining all the time that Tweek was a one-note character and that he had nothing really to add to the show and I just want to say SUCK IT TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE LOOK HOW LOVED TWEEK IS NOW. Everyone who was on board the Tweek train from the very beginning say, "Cupcakes!" 😂<3

These kids, man. I love that it’s so easy for them to just get into all these places.

"Get it, Tweek!" "Huh-uh!" I love the way Tweek says no. But, I mean, AGAIN, he tries to say no and Cartman bullies him. I don't think he ever really wanted to be in their group in the first place. I think they picked him arbitrarily in Professor Chaos because they saw him as weaker than them, and then Cartman just didn't let him quit.

The little debate about melting his icy heart with a cool island song is also something I quote often. AND THEIR LITTLE OUTFITS! I love that Tweek's is green and pink! I don't know what the hell is going on with the sleeves on everyone else's though.

"Those rams can do to us what they will, Mr. Lucas." 😂

Oh, George Lucas. You were so close to being a hero.

Stan: "Fuck you Steven Spielberg!" I've watched this censored so many times that hearing it uncensored is so fricking satisfying.

RUN TWEEK RUN!!!

The walkie talkies are such a nice touch. 😂

"The one with the cocaine problem escaped, Mein Director."

Mannn, I miss when they used to throw live action "commercials" into the episodes like this. This also is from the time where I was like hella attracted to Trey Parker so seeing his face is always welcome. 😂

"We always meant to have Imperial Walkers and giant Dewback lizards in the background, but simply couldn’t afford it."

Oh my God, I'm always so proud of Tweek for talking to this huge crowd of people and trying to get them to help him! His little talking through his teeth, like, "We are not talking about Hat right now, okay?!" He's trying so hard!

"Oh God, I'm gonna have to do this myself! Oh, God!" just breaks my heart! YOU CAN DO IT, TWEEK! 13 seasons from now you'll have someone who helps you believe in yourself, just hang on!

Tweek with the bazooka, oh my gosh, always makes me so happy. I can't tell you how much I wanted him to just blow them all the fuck up the first time I saw this.

"All I want are my friends. Except for Cartman, you can keep him." YEAH, TWEEK!

I hate that Steven Asshole Spielberg manages to talk enough crap to make Tweek hesitate. He was so close! I wonder how he would have felt if he actually did it though, Maybe it's better he didn't? It might have made his anxiety worse if he actually blew people up now that I think about it.

"In the tropical isles with the coconut trees, the air is fresh and the people are free, but here in the mountains there's no freedom like that, there's a man in prison and his name is Hat!" This gets stuck in my head so often.

It makes it so much better having actually seen Raiders, especially for this part. I honestly thought the melting faces was just a South Park thing but nope.

I also really love what they look like turned away with their eyes closed too. <3

Like what even is going on in this scene. 😂

Oh my God, okay, and I know that Hat is a terrible person and I want to clarify just in case, I do not think killing babies is funny, but just the way that baby crawls up the person's arm to avoid getting passed to Hat is always so so funny to me and I can never explain why.

Tweek being the only one to be appropriately horrified by the fact that Hat is being given a baby.

"Sometimes the things we do don't matter right now. Sometimes they matter later. We have to care more about later sometimes, you know? I think that's what separates us from the Steven Spielbergs and George Lucases of the world." This is still so relevant.

The ending of this episode is also so much better after actually seeing Raiders. 😂

And we close off with a 9/11 joke. Perfection, Matt and Trey, thank you & goodnight.

[prettyboy-jimin]

Boys (1/4)

AU Summary: 

Jimin’s got insatiable tendencies that could easily drive anybody up the wall. If a boyfriend can't keep up with Jimin, he just keeps on going or he's going to find someone who can keep up. But then again, who says he only has one boyfriend?

(Or that poly AU where Jimin’s a proud slut with 3 boyfriends that know exactly how he likes to be fucked 6 ways to Sunday)

“I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday and I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday. That one from work can come over on Monday night. I want them all.” "Boys" - Charli XCX

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook x Jung Hoseok 

Chapter 1: Bad Boy Friday

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre: Smut, Plot? What Plot?/ Porn Without Plot

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: BDSM themes, Rough S*x, mild choking

Summary: You can’t just pick up anyone from the club.

Jimin loves a good night out, loves the feel of everyone’s eyes on him as he walks into the club while the bass reverberates off the walls.

The bouncer greets him like an old friend, everyone else either ogling his nicely dressed ass or glaring at him for being treated as more important than them. He saunters over to the bar, tight ripped jeans working hard to keep themselves from ripping any further despite Jimin not minding in the slightest; his white shirt that was only half-way buttoned glowed underneath the warm lights of the bar, an old friend sliding over to greet him.

“What’ll it be for tonight, gorgeous?

 Jimin giggled, the light blush on his face darkening just a little bit. “Jinnie-hyung, you’re too sweet to me”

 Jin winked, teasing Jimin about how he loved it anyway. The dancer shoos him away with a request for his usual drink, swivelling around in his seat to scan the dance floor; roughly about a hundred sweaty bodies grinding against each other with the fair few that occupy the booths and tables towards the sides, drinking.

 Jimin loves this, the loud music, the vulnerability among strangers so everyone can have a good time. He finds himself here more often than any of his friends, not always getting drunk but always dancing his stress and frustrations away; years of dedicated movement had given him a love for physical escape.

 He doesn’t notice Jin turn up behind him with his drink; he catches the dancer’s attention with a coo as he garnishes his drink with a large strawberry.

 “Oh, hyung” Jimin preens, accepting the drink gratefully, “you spoil me!”

 Jin winks at him, “Only the best for my favourite”

 Jimin blushes as he takes a sip, Jin moving away once more to cater to the other customers. He turns in his seat once more, people-watching.

 And despite Jimin’s frequent visits to the club, a trip is never complete without strangers trying to flirt with him; tonight was no exception.

 “Hey cutie” a low voice says, the person it belongs to sliding up to Jimin much closer than what he would be comfortable with. He forces a smile at the stranger, not bothering to spare him a glance as he continues to sip from his drink and people watch, “You here alone?”

 It’s questions like that that irk him, they freak him out because he knew this wouldn’t be safe if he entertained this guy without any intentions of leaving with him, so Jimin did what he always did; face the stranger, give him a sweet smile before motioning for Jin to come over without breaking eye contact.

 “This guy bothering you, Jimin?” Jin asks, ready to either reach for a weapon or call security.

 The stranger backs away from Jimin’s space, nervous and slightly irritated from what everyone else can see he shakes his head and tells Jin that he was just leaving. Jimin waves him goodbye, thanking Jin as soon as he’s gone.

 “I swear, they get more and more insistent every time I’m out” he comments, finishing his drink and taking a bite of the strawberry.

 Jin laughs, wiping the countertop “Maybe you should hang around your boyfriends so no one else tries to hit on you”

 Jimin scoffs fondly, “As if they would want to come out as frequently as I do.”

 Jin agrees with a laugh as he’s whisked away to care for other customers. Jimin finishes his drink before standing, making his way to the dance floor himself.

 He feels eyes on him as he sways and dances his way to the middle of the group of bodies, several hands trying to cop a feel as he passes by but Jimin only revels in the attention he’s gathering.  A sultry smile makes its way to his face as a pair of hands pulls him against a warm body.

 Jimin came out tonight with a need that that only excitement can satiate.

 Jimin was greedy, everyone knew that, but he was greedy in a sense that everybody had to feel good. If who he was with didn’t feel good, how could he? It almost sounds conflicting, but it’s not.

 Jimin only wanted them to feel good because then they would feel the need to make him feel even better.

 Everyone knew Jimin’s reputation, that’s why too many eyes made their way to him. How could you ignore a star that shone as bright as he did when it was mere feet from you? You couldn’t.

 Like a moth to a flame, everyone in Jimin’s vicinity wanted him regardless if they’d hurt or not.

But Jimin was taken, everyone knew that... right?

 “Took you long enough to find me.” Jimin said softly, leaning onto the person’s shoulder and speaking into their ear so they could hear him “thought someone else was going to call dibs.”

 “As if they’d dare to fucking try” the person said, voice deep and roughed up. Jimin could smell the smoke from his breath, working hard to control himself ‘less he mash their lips together.

 Jimin always loved the taste of nicotine off someone’s tongue.

 “You never know” Jimin giggled, pressing his ass against a crotch he was beginning to drool over

“Someone asked if I came alone, if I said yes I think we’d be dancing here and you had to watch”

 “Pretty little thing like you wouldn’t settle for less” they said, Jimin couldn’t help but blush.

 Jimin swayed and danced against his dance partner, feeling them move with him as their hands gripped at his hips tightly. A hand travelled upwards, feeling over Jimin’s taut stomach and stopping at a nipple, circling it over the fabric of Jimin’s top. He let out a soft sigh, holding his head down as he tried not to be overwhelmed by it.

 He giggled mischievously, bring his head back up before he turned around, making his dance partner’s hands travel up to rest at his waist as his arms made it around their neck.

 “You always love to tease, don’t you Hyungie?” Jimin asked, his lips just a breath away.

 Yoongi chuckled, nipping at Jimin’s plump lower lip “You’re always into it”

 Jimin lunges forward, kissing Yoongi hungrily as his fingers bury themselves in Yoongi’s hair, one of the elder’s hands making its way to Jimin’s ass to squeeze and feel around for as much as he wanted. Jimin was practically lifted off his feet as Yoongi pulled him closer, trying to eliminate as much space between them as possible.

 Yoongi’s kisses are eager and greedy, but controlled and timed at the same time. Jimin loves how Yoongi always takes charge of him, loves how Yoongi takes care of Jimin no matter what their doing.

 The elder licks into Jimin’s mouth as the younger grinds against him and he lets Yoongi in with a smile, sucking on his tongue before the elder is kissing down his jaw, neck and biting at the juncture before Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin tries not to whine at Yoongi’s attention, regardless if the people around them could hear or not. It’s a club, it’s not like this kind of behaviour wasn’t expected.

 Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips creep back up to his jaw, ghosting kisses all the while before he asks “Where’s your muscle pig boyfriend, anyway?”

 Jimin laughs at that, pulling at Yoongi’s hair with one hand while scratching down the length of his arm with the other in pure need. He looks at the elder and, for the first time that night, takes in what he’s wearing.  

 Yoongi’s sporting ripped skinny jeans that look a little like Jimin’s, albeit a lot less ripped. A black shirt and leather jacket to boot, Jimin’s favourite one, the one he always tries nick. He eyes Yoongi over once more before looking straight at him, seeing the elder smirk with pride. “He doesn’t matter right now” Jimin says, ghosting a kiss on Yoongi’s lips that has the elder pathetically chasing after for more.

 Jimin giggles again. “You’re hard”

 “You’re sexy” Yoongi says, slapping Jimin’s ass and making the younger jump in his arms with a moan “My place or yours?”

 “They’re one and the same”

 “Fuck you”

 “Yes please” Jimin hums, kissing Yoongi once more before feeling Yoongi up underneath his shirt. He was warm, almost hot underneath Jimin’s cold hands “And do it hard”

Jimin’s pushed back against his apartment door roughly as Yoongi’s mouth assaults his neck, the younger wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s neck as he tries to press his dick closer to his, needy and desperate.

 He moans shamelessly as he feels Yoongi bite and pull at his earlobe, grinding against the elder’s leg. “Yoongi, I-inside” he stutters, barely able to keep his voice level

 Yoongi feels for the keys in Jimin’s back pocket, glancing at the lock quickly before mouthing at the younger’s neck once more.

 By the time their inside, Jimin is gasping for breath as he toes his shoes off. Yoongi pauses from marking Jimin’s neck to try to get the button up off; Jimin goes to help him when Yoongi huffs in frustration.

 “I don’t understand why you wear this shit” He growls, ridding himself of his leather jacket and clothes “You know what you want by the end of the night yet you put shit on and make it hard get off”

 Jimin giggled at Yoongi’s complaints, knowing all too well that Yoongi loved how Jimin looks. “Do I look fuckable though?” He smirked, playfully winking at Yoongi as he kept his top on but shimmied out of his tight jeans

 Yoongi’s shirtless and only got his jeans left when Jimin is done, moving the opening of his top to the side to expose his collarbones and shoulder to the elder, doe eyes and jutted pout making him want to rearrange the young dancer’s guts.

 “Shut up” he growls, making Jimin giggle as Yoongi backs him all the way into the couch’s arm rest, their teeth clacking together slightly as Jimin’s back hits the cushion.

 Jimin’s hands reach for Yoongi’s zipper, undoing the fasten of his jeans before pulling it down just enough before he’s able to cup the large hard-on and moan into Yoongi’s mouth.

 “Just fuck me here” he breathes, biting and pulling Yoongi’s lip

 “Are you sure?”

 “Did I fucking stutter?”

 “I’m about to make you”

 Jimin knows being bratty is going to get him hurt, the glint in Yoongi’s eyes more than a telltale.

 Yoongi makes his way back to Jimin’s neck, his favourite place on Jimin’s body to leave scratches and bruises aside from the plush of his ass as he blindly but expertly pulls down Jimin’s boy-shorts. They’re the black silk ones that Jimin knows Yoongi loves but it seems the elder is too preoccupied to appreciate the fashion choice at the moment.

 “I fucking hate this shirt” Jimin hears him murmur, seeing that Yoongi’s tossed the silk underwear somewhere towards the TV.

 He smiles and giggles lightly, “I know you think I’m pretty in it, Hyung”

 Yoongi doesn’t answer him, Jimin knows it’s because anything he’ll say will still feed into Jimin’s teasing but Jimin doesn’t really care, all he can think about is how Yoongi is biting and sucking at the skin of his chest. It hurts so good and Jimin can already tell that it’ll last several days.

 Looks like he’s wearing turtle necks to work for the next week.

 “Lube” Yoongi groans, the rough pads of his fingers and the skin of his palms going over Jimin’s ass in circles. “Jimin I’m not spitting on your ass, as hot as it is, it’s not enough to open you up”

 Jimin chuckles, reaching underneath the couch as he comments on how well Yoongi takes care of him.

 “You know my name?” Yoongi whispers, kissing Jimin full on before breaking away to lean on the back of his heels.

 The young dancer smiles at Yoongi playfully as he watches the elder warm the bottle of lube between his hands. He arches his back off the cushion of the couch to pull the button up over his head, discarding it in the direction Yoongi threw his underwear towards.

 “Of course” he preens, teasingly.

 He watches Yoongi bite his lip, his eyes turning dark as he gets a reasonable amount of liquid onto his fingers and Jimin’s hole, a soft gasps escapes him; the feeling a new and welcomed one.

 Yoongi leans down as his fingers circle Jimin’s entrance, settling his weight onto his elbow beside Jimin’s head; the younger mouths at Yoongi’s mouth, teasing him for a kiss with his breath shallow and uneven.

 Just as Jimin’s lips are enveloped once more in Yoongi’s, he feels a familiar pressure break through his rim and is unable to control his gasp, moaning into Yoongi’s mouth. He feels the older man smile against his open mouth, taking this opportunity to slip his tongue into Jimin’s and search for his tongue.

 Jimin moans shamelessly into Yoongi, lifting his hips off the couch to grind into him, asking for more. He feels Yoongi thrusting his finger in and out slowly, getting Jimin used to the intrusion before adding another finger.

 “Yoongi—“ Jimin sighs, a hand in Yoongi’s hair once more and his face tucked into the crook of the elder’s neck “Please, I can take it. Give it to me”

 Yoongi ignored him, Jimin can tell. He pretends not to hear the younger’s pleas for more because he knows that too much too fast will hurt, regardless if Jimin likes it or not.

 “Y-Yoongi” he tries once more, voice as shaky and weak as ever “Y-Yoongi, you’re being, oohh shit, you’re being a p-prick”

 “Shut up” Jimin feels more than hears against his neck, Yoongi nipping at the skin sharply and making him yelp.

 When he feels that Jimin’s stretched enough with two fingers, he adds another, making him groan loudly and grind into Yoongi’s hard-on.

 “Fuck yes” Jimin pulls Yoongi from his neck, slitting their lips together as he moans at the familiar sensation. “Yoongi, I want you, please”

 “Have to make sure you’re stretched properly”

 “Fuck that, you know I love it when it hurts” he whines, his tongue licking into Yoongi’s as his hand cups Yoongi through his jeans “Just fucking do it”

 Yoongi curls his fingers up and presses, making Jimin yelp and shudder against him. “Why are you always so impatient, you fucking slut”

 Jimin smiles deliciously, Yoongi biting the bend of his jaw. “Why do you still not understand how good your dick is?”

 “Fine” Yoongi says and all of a sudden Jimin is lifted into a sitting position, the elder’s hand tightening on his throat making him smile “You wanna get fucked so badly?”

 Jimin grins at him and the next thing he knows, Yoongi’s lifted and bent him over the back of the couch, ass in the air and back arched as Yoongi pushed him down. Jimin feels Yoongi’s torso press against him, lips brushing the shell of his ear as he whispers.

 “I’d eat you out but you’re too greedy for your own good.”

 It takes a lot for Jimin not to whine, feeling Yoongi’s fingers make their way inside him once more to make sure he’s ready.

 “Give it to me”

 “Condoms”

 Jimin rolls his eyes in frustration, “Yoongi we’ve been sleeping together long enough for you to know I don’t give a shit about condoms” he says, hanging his head low impatiently “I’m clean and I know you are too so just fuck me for god s—Oh!”

 Jimin feels so full, his head is swimming. Yoongi had thrust his entire length into Jimin’s sweltering heat, stretching him a little more than he already had. Tears prick the edge of Jimin’s eyes and Yoongi places a soft kiss in the middle of his back, hips unmoving as he give the younger time to adjust. “You really need to shut the fuck up sometimes” he mumbles.

 Jimin groans as he throws his head back, his mouth hanging open as he feels Yoongi’s member pulsate inside of him. Profanities fall from his pretty lips, drool building in his mouth as Yoongi mouths at the small of his back.

 Yoongi begins to move slowly, pulling out completely before bottoming out again and again, Jimin’s moans low and faltering.

 “You love my cock” Yoongi says, panting slightly.

 Jimin giggles, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grinds backwards to meet Yoongi’s thrusts eagerly. “You really gonna make me say it twice?”

 Yoongi’s pulled out all of his length except the head, lingering right at the edge of Jimin’s rim before weaving his fingers into Jimin’s blonde waves and tugging him close, moving into him at a torturously slow pace. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream it so the neighbours know.”

 Jimin moans at the sound of Yoongi’s voice; possessive and greedy; his body practically vibrating with excitement as he feels the elder fill him.

 Yoongi straightens his back away from Jimin, nudging the dancer’s knees further apart with his own before he starts thrusting into the younger mercilessly.

 Jimin yelps, surprised, digging his nails into the material of the couch and seeing stars everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t wait for Jimin’s hole to adjust for him any longer, the sound of wet skin clashing being the only thing that Jimin hears.

 With every thrust Jimin so desperately tries to meet halfway, he becomes more and more pliant; almost like putty if Yoongi wasn’t holding him up by his hair. Yoongi bites his lip, focusing on his consistency as the sounds of Jimin’s whines and begging encourage him further and further.

 Jimin can feel the large, callous hand on his hip dig their fingernails into his skin as Yoongi’s thrusts gradually become more and more calculated and rough. He can barely speak, saliva making its way just past his lips and down his chin. If this wasn’t a good fucking then Jimin didn’t know what could ever count as a good fucking.

 He almost feels kind of drunk, feels Yoongi starting to grind into him at an angle and choking as he hits that one sweet spot that drives Jimin crazy, cum leaking out of his hanging length underneath them both.

 “Yoongi, oh fu—Oh! Fuck.” He stutters, closing his eyes and pulling against Yoongi’s grip in his hair “Fuck, right there, right there, Yoongi, fuck me right there”

 The elder smirks and releases his grip Jimin’s hair, making the younger go completely boneless and curve over the back of the couch. With both hands on the young one’s hips, Yoongi’s thrusts become even rougher and harsher than before, making Jimin whine loudly.

 “What’s my name?” He grunts, a sweat breaking out down his temple.

 It takes Jimin a few seconds to process that he’s being asked a question, let alone a kind of question that he was expected to answer.

 “You’re... oh fuck me, yes” he slurs, trying to get a grip on the back rest and keep himself upright “You’re r-really... asking... m-me that... r-right n-now?”

 Yoongi tries not to laugh at how pathetic Jimin sounds, but the younger can feel the effect of his voice on Yoongi—laughter be damned.

 “Did you just...” he turns to look at Yoongi, eyes wide and unbelieving “Did you just get b-bigger?”

“I said” Yoongi smirked, thrusts hips paused, length completely enveloped in Jimin’s heat “What’s my fucking name?”

 He grinds into Jimin’s ass with every word, making the younger’s eyes roll back into his head once more. “Fuck...” he breathes “Yoongi, please”

 “Nope” Yoongi pulls out of Jimin completely, eliciting a whine before he expertly manoeuvres Jimin onto his back once more, Yoongi kneeling between his spread thighs as one hand works to get Jimin’s leg over his shoulder while the other founds its place on his neck, squeezing lightly. “What’s my fucking name?”

 Jimin can feel Yoongi’s length rub against his sore entrance, his body craving for the pain of the stretch and the foreign resident inside him.

 His eyes meet Yoongi’s, the soft brown darkening, almost black as Jimin smirks playfully. “Please” he whispers, struggling to breathe as Yoongi squeezes his throat “Daddy”

 At that, Yoongi surges forward, pressing Jimin’s knee to his chest as their mouths slot together. The hand previously holding the younger’s leg then lining Yoongi length to Jimin’s hole, making him moan into Yoongi’s mouth greedily.

 “That’s right” he says, lips just a breath away before he pushes them apart, hand still on Jimin’s throat as he begins to pound into him relentlessly.

 Yoongi loves listening to Jimin, he’s told the younger time and time again that he thinks he makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being fucked senseless. It’s why Jimin rarely ever holds back.

 Yoongi’s harsh pace sends him over the edge repeatedly, not caring at all about how loud he’s being, noise complaint be damned. Jimin’s at the point where he needs to breathe through his mouth like a dog because of how good everything feels, his tongue lolling out slightly as he tilts his head to the side to give Yoongi free reign of the bruised expansion of his neck.

 “Daddy” he chokes, struggling to speak with Yoongi’s hand on his throat “Daddy, g-gonna... oh! Gonna commeee”

 “Yeah? You gonna come all pretty for me?” Yoongi asks, panting slightly and his pace becoming sloppy as he himself nears the edge of bliss “Come for me, gorgeous”

 Jimin has half a mind to reach for Yoongi with shaky hands, pull him closer for a kiss before he’s shuddering out of control, strings of warm cum shooting onto his stomach and clinging to Yoongi’s skin where his meets Jimin’s.

 “So good, Daddy” he whimpers into Yoongi’s mouth, the elder’s thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. “Are you close?”

 Jimin’s voice breaks as he speaks, the throws of ecstasy sending his body places he’d never figure he’d come to, his eyes rolling back into his head for what feels like the hundredth time that night. Yoongi feels like magic.

 “Almost, pretty” Yoongi pants, pushing himself up onto his knees as he continues to thrust into Jimin.

 Jimin scratches at his sides, looking for any kind of sensation that could distract him from the growing sensitivity that Yoongi is building into him.

 All of a sudden Yoongi pulls out, Jimin whines at the sudden repeat of emptiness despite his ass desperately needing a break from the rough treatment. He moves up Jimin’s body, straddling his chest as he cups his chin in one hand.

 “Open up those pretty lips for Daddy”

 Jimin obeys quietly, his eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and red. Yoongi lines his length up and rests it on the younger’s tongue, doe eyes looking up at him almost sleepily.

 “My pretty little fucktoy” Yoongi says gently before pushing in.

 Jimin works to relax his jaw and throat, his gag reflex no longer as sensitive as before. He watches Yoongi throw his head back as he thrusts into Jimin’s warm mouth, revelling in the softness of Jimin’s cheeks. Softened swears fall from the elder’s mouth, making Jimin hum in pride at how much of a mess he can make the latter.

 “Pretty, I’m close” Yoongi says, looking back down at Jimin “You gonna take my load like a good boy?”

 As an answer, Jimin swallows around the head of Yoongi’s head pressing up against the back of his throat, making him hiss.

 Jimin closes his eyes as Yoongi’s hands lace themselves into Jimin’s hair once more; tugging harshly as he begins to fuck the younger’s mouth. He struggles to hold his breath, resisting the urge to breathe in every time Yoongi hits his uvula.

 His hands raise to knead at Yoongi’s clothed thighs before he feels the elder’s grip tighten in his hair, warm liquid shooting down his throat. Jimin swallows obediently and quietly, listening to Yoongi’s shameless groan as he does.

 Jimin is finally able to breathe as Yoongi pulls out his slightly softened length, panting. He falls limp as Yoongi stands from his position, shucking off his jeans before making his way to what Jimin could only assume was the bathroom.

 He falls limp on the couch, body heat and sweat be damned. Jimin’s just about to fall asleep until he hears Yoongi re-enter the room, cracking his eyes open to watch him move.

 The elder was in nothing more than a pair of black boxers, wet cloth in hand as he makes his way to sit by Jimin’s side.

 Jimin preens at the attention he receives as Yoongi kisses him, the latter then moving to set one of Jimin’s legs on his lap as he presses the warm cloth against the puffed up entrance. The texture is rough against Jimin’s skin but the temperature is a welcomed sensation.

 “I want cuddles” he pouts, making baby hands at Yoongi as he finishes cleaning Jimin’s ass and torso free of cum. “Daddyy”

 He hears Yoongi scoff, the cloth discarded somewhere with the rest of their clothes before he’s told to move and make space, Yoongi tucking him into his side.

 “So needy”

 “So good” Jimin giggles “Probably our best one by far”

 He perches his chin on Yoongi’s chest, the elder raising an eyebrow at him “Better than the park?”

 “Okay, maybe a close second”

 Yoongi chuckles and Jimin absolutely loves the sound of it. He smiles at the man as he watches him reach for a cigarette off the little box on the coffee table, lying back down and making himself comfortable.

 He drifts in and out of consciousness to the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing, not noticing the blanket that the older man tugs to cover them. When did he bring that in?

Jimin falls asleep like that, to the faint smell of nicotine and Yoongi kissing the top of his head as he whispers a small goodnight.

The sunlight filters through the curtains gently, the cold air of the night time still lingering around the apartment as Jimin slowly drifts into consciousness again. Soft bouts of pressure pressing into his skin in various places.

 Jimin hums appreciatively, Yoongi’s kisses making their way up his neck as he feels skin meet teeth.

 “Are you awake?” He hears Yoongi ask, voice deep and rough from just waking up as well. Jimin feels him lick a stripe up the side of his neck, sighing before taking a breath to ask the man what he thought he was doing so early in the morning. “Hard to sleep with such a tempting vixen lying on me, figured I’d make sure my signature lasts long.”

 It took Jimin a second to register what Yoongi meant by his signature and he soon realises that every spot he was sucking on Jimin’s neck and chest had existing marks from last night; Yoongi was re-darkening them.

 “If you keep this up, you’re going to have to deal with the repercussions” Jimin preens, teasing Yoongi.

 “Repercussions?” the latter chuckled, halting his ministrations as he took Jimin’s chin between his fingers, making the younger face him “Pretty, whatever happens is hardly going to be a repercussion”

 Jimin smiles, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

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A/N

Hii, been a hot minute, hasn’t it? Thank you so much for sticking by me, for staying and waiting for me. This community really makes me feel like I belong and I promise I’ll make it up to you. I have so many projects lined up and I can’t wait for you to visit all these AUs I have planned.

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Chapter Index

i - Bad Boy Friday

i - Good One Sunday

iii - That One From Work

iv - I Want Them All