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chronically-ghosted · 2 months

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you got your claws in me honey, like a tiger in love

rating: E for Explicit! 18+

word count: 8K

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

summary: you arrive at your estranged uncle's door. what else is there to do but catch up over grilled cheese? well, if you have anything to say about it, you might end up doing a bit more.

warnings: dbf!dieter, grilled cheese as a way to guilt trip your dad's best friend/uncle into fucking you, drug use (weed), raising arizona that comes with its own warning, flirting with someone twice your age, no smut — that’s what part 2 is for, reminiscing, a cliffhanger? 👀

a/n: the original fic came out MONTHS before the mcu rumors, so either i have precognition, or the apocalypse is becoming predicable. happy valentine's day you filthy animals because nothing says romance like porking your dad's best friend

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From the voicemail of Mr. Paul Landeau, official Hollywood talent manager and agent to one Mr. Dieter Bravo . . .

Tuesday, 6:43PM

No, I’m not doing it. I’m not.

There has to be something else out there. Look, I know Fire Monsters: A Cliff Beasts story didn’t do as well as we hoped, but Reddit says it could be a cult classic so why don’t you focus on making that happen, okay? Instead of giving me shit roles like this. I’m not doing it.

– the sound of a door opening and the phone being shuffled – – a zipper rips – – liquid pouring –

We fucking talked about this, man. I told you I needed something different, something new. Tiktok is just reels of me screaming and dying – it’s fucking bullshit –

– more liquid –

I’m done playing the fucking bad guy. I’m not signing any more headless action figures for those little snot-nosed, little fuckers in line. I’m not asking to sign their moms’ tits, either – okay, maybe – but Jesus Christ, Paul, what you sent over is, like, the opposite of where I need to be. It’s for little teeny boppers with one or two B horror movies under their belt to finally break out into the mainstream – or where actors over forty go to cash in an easy paycheck. And yes, I fucking know we need something, but fuck – is this really all there is?

– liquid stops pouring – – zipper rips – – the sound of a toilet flushing –

Don’t fucking call me back, Paul, unless you’ve got something. Something real.

Tuesday, 8:23PM

OW! Motherf–

– a skillet clattering –

Okay – fuck, that hurts – okay, Paul, what about this? It came to me in the bathroom. Remember Jack from the Christmas party at the studio’s place? So, he’s got those two Sundance films, right, but they’re in Spanish, so not appealing to an American audience. Nicki told me that he’s thinking about doing another project, one with a wider appeal, and I’m thinking I should totally give him a call. I think we could vibe. I really liked his stuff – reminded me of my old small town, fucking around with the neighbor kids, you know? Kinda hometown hero sort of thing.

– sharp inhale then a cough –

It’s not my usual thing, but I think we should give it a try. Gimme a call.

Oh, do you know how to make a grilled cheese sandwich? Been craving one but I think I might burn down my house if I try again and UberEats doesn’t reach the good places further south. Oh, fuck, wait –

Hey Google, how do you make a fucking excellent grilled cheese?

Tuesday, 9:21PM

No, fucking–

Siri – how.do.you.treat.a.burn?

Calling. . . Burger King . . .

No! Fuck!

Tuesday, 10:49PM

Paul-y! Baby! Paul-ito!

Don’t worry. I got an idea that’s going to make us a million dollars.

A shop that makes only grilled cheese. But like – fancy grilled cheese. What do the kids fucking call it, ah – boogie – yeah, boogie grilled cheese. Like gouda and white cheddar, and butter churned by blind nuns or some shit. Tomato soups that have been blessed by the Dalai Lama.

Big sign out front that says, Vegans Can Eat Shit.

They’ll eat it up.

Fuck yeah, they will.

– silence for three minutes and sixteen seconds –

Fuck acting, man. Fuck this place.

And fuck this fucking cheese that keeps burning – goddamn it!

Tuesday, 11:52PM

Paul, why don’t we hang out anymore?

When I got started, we hung out all the time, man.

Hot dogs on the Santa Monica pier. Beer in the Pacific Ocean.

You showed me all the cool spots that no one else in LA knew about. You got me my first bump and my first stripper. God, that was fucking wild, man, you remember? I was so nervous I thought I was going to throw up. Did I ever tell you that before? Coke probably didn’t help a kid from a small town in South Cali, but – fuck, it made me feel better. Like I could get my shit together if I really tried.

What, are you too good for me now – is that it? Am I not good enough for you, huh?

Look, I’ve got Raising Arizona on right now, so why don’t you come over with a six pack –

Oh, shit, that’s right. You got a fucking family now.

Not a good influence, ol’ Dee.

Not a good –

Wednesday, 1:05AM

Fine, Paul. Fine.

I’ll play Mr. Fantastic in the Fantastic Four reboot.

Dieter’s thumb brushes the red End Call button and tosses his phone onto the kitchen island with a growl. He can feel himself coming down from the bump earlier – a thing he absolutely did not want to happen – and he shoves his palms into his eye sockets.

There is more coke upstairs, but that would require him to walk through his very long hallways to get there. Very long, and dark, and empty hallways.

He should have asked Maria to stay once she was done with the laundry. He would have done it right too – big bowl of popcorn, fully dressed, with a sign around his neck that said, I promise I’m not trying to sleep with you.

He is becoming increasingly aware of how many erratic voicemails he just left for his agent, aware that behavior like that was libel to get him a sit down in Paul’s office with all the blinds and windows closed, Paul’s narrow face serious and using Concerned Emotion #5, as he asks, “do we need to go back to rehab, Dieter?”

We.

There once was a “we”, now there was just “he” – in a house with seven bedrooms and a pool that could fit a sixteen wheeler in it.

And TWO kitchens – why the fuck did he think he needed two kitchens –

Well, he knew he didn’t need two, but it would have been cool to show them off to someone – If there was anyone to show them off to . . .

Fuck this downer mood.

Dieter snatches up his phone again, and the movement brings up his latest apps. UberEats is the second one. He taps in a few keywords, blatantly ignoring his latest call list.

Goddamn Burger King . . .

The front doorbell rings.

Dieter frowns, pulling the screen closer under his big nose. Now, he knows he is high and he knows he should be wearing his glasses when reading but there’s no fucking way . . .

He goes out of the kitchen, the room still smelling of burnt cheese with the cast iron skillet in the sink and a black husk sticking to its bottom. He goes left, then right, his robe tightly wrapped around him as if he is some huffy housewife, then down a hall and across the marble entrance way – fuming – why is this house so goddamn huge – who thought this was a good idea?

And so he wrenches open the front door – to a girl, not holding a Burger King bag. No, she’s got a roller suitcase behind her, bright blue, and she and the case are dripping wet. Like, just sprayed with a hose kind of wet and her big bottom lip is trembling. Behind her, the sky pukes buckets of rain, groaning with thunder.

Now, he likes his call girls (he always thought it was classier to call them that) a little more . . . vampy than this, but hell, he had been turned on by much less than this— than her with her big eyes, fat droplets rolling off her lashes, flushed cheeks – and oh, shit, her shirt is totally see-through – is that purple, he feels the back of his mouth flush with spit – wow, is this Paul’s way of apology because –

“Uncle Dee?”

And he’s mentally shoving himself back into his pants because no one in years has called him that and that was a very different time in place, when he was a completely different person and if this girl is the person he thinks it is, then – Jesus Christ, he’s bound and gagged straight for hell –

He squeaks out your name and you smile, sort of grimace, at him and wave.

“Yep, it’s me. Been awhile, right?” You finally give into the mortification of your stupid plan and you scrunch up your face, your hand wrapped around your elbow. “Look, I’m so sorry, this is too weird. I don’t have your number, but I panicked when my flight got canceled and my phone’s dead and you’re the only person I know in LA and –,”

“No, no – you’re fine – sorry–,” Dieter blinks before stepping back and letting you through. You sigh in relief and yank your baby blue suitcase over the threshold as you walk in, dripping water everywhere. “Sorry, it’s been a weird night and for, like, two seconds, I thought . . . nevermind . . .”

I thought you were a fucking ghost.

You bite the corner of your lip, glancing at him, knowing it was probably unwise to piss off your one chance at not sleeping on the ground tonight — or if what you were about to say would piss him off in the first place.

“Yeah, well, it’s been eleven years since we last saw you, Uncle Dee.”

Early on in his career, he wanted to build up rep as not only an actor but a real tough guy, so he asked if he could do some stunts for an old cop show. For all his bravado, he ended up getting a real round-house kick to the face and it sent him reeling.

This feels a little bit like that.

“No way, it can’t have been that long. Besides, I know I left my number with your dad or your grandma before I left and —,”

His throat closes up when very old guilt washes over him. It’s intensified when you give him an uncomfortable look.

“So your dad didn’t give you my number then.”

It’s not a question. You shake your head. You don’t tell him that your dad tried to call years ago and got a busy tone for the first few, and then a few years after that, was brusquely informed the line had been disconnected.

He chews on his lip.

You try to smile at him again but then another shiver takes hold of you and Dieter grimaces. “Shit, sorry, one second. I think this closet down here has towels.”

He all but sprint-walks down one of the many halls branching off from the entrance, the ends of his robes flapping. You hear the creak of doors, several, as he digs around in the walls.

“Why do I have so many fucking linens?” You hear him grumble and you smile to yourself. You feel like you need to wring your hair out but wouldn’t dare move from the spot where he left you.

After a thump and more grumbling, he comes back, rubbing the back of his head, but holding out a giant lime green towel. In the light, you can see the dark circles under his eyes when you take the towel and immediately go to stop your hair from dripping on the marble.

His brain is waffling, ping ponging, between his memories and what is standing right in front of him. This? This is the little girl, not his literal blood relative, but she’s Enrico’s kid – Enrico, a slugger and one hell of a outfielder since he was eight years old, whose mom made enchiladas like nobody else in the goddamn world – Enrico, whose house became like a second home, Ricky's family a better family than his own – this is the same girl who hoarded Skittles like a fiend, the same one who he took to the pool on the weekends in the summer, and the zoo during Thanksgiving break? This little girl –

– is the same girl who is all legs under damp denim, eyes that could make Cleopatra fly into a jealous rage, and a fucking rockstar smile?

And, holy shit, those tits –

Dude, you cannot be checking her out. Dig deep and fight your fucking caveman brain. You’ve fucked up a lot in your life and you cannot do that right now. You cannot do that to Enrico.

You cannot do that to her.

You notice him grimace as he squints into the light of the chandelier above you both. “So, uh, not that I mind, but, uh, what are you doing here? I mean –,”

You laugh and it seems to echo in the empty house. “No, that’s a fair question. I was on a flight back from looking at colleges out east and my flight got grounded in LAX because of the storm. I absolutely don’t have enough money to stay in a hotel or rent a car and drive back home, so I needed a place to crash and call my sister to send me some money. And my stupid driver didn’t want to get flagged for harassing a celebrity, so he dropped me off at the corner, hence . . .”

You wave at yourself and inside his slippers, his toes curl, respectfully not looking at your damp legs and a definitely purple bra visible through your shirt.

Your mouth suddenly capsizes. “Shit, is that okay, if I stay here for a night? I didn’t even think - I - I’m not . . . interrupting anything, am I?”

Dieter chuckles, your expression undeniably cute, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his robe.

“Nah. Not unless you call making the worst grilled cheese imaginable a party.”

At that moment, your stomach chooses to make the most aggressive growl in your entire life and you flush deeper than the cold outside.

“Apparently someone thinks that’s a good idea,” you chuckle weakly, horrified that your body is actively trying to sabotage a normal conversation.

Did it matter that you had posters of him in your bedroom when you were thirteen? That you went to midnight releases of every one of his movies?

No. Not at all.

“I got some food, mostly leftovers.” He worries at his lip as he realizes the only thing by way of something green in his fridge is the jar of olives he got for martinis. Even then, he has a sneaking suspicion he replaced the olive juice with vodka, but the memory of that night is entirely butchered. “But, uh, I’m sure we can find something.”

You smile at him. “Actually, grilled cheese sounds great.”

“Only if you do it.” He smiles, honestly, when you laugh. “What? Don’t laugh — I’m serious. I can’t make a sandwich to save my fucking life.”

“Pretty sure I can manage two slices of bread and cheese.”

His eyebrows jump as his lips press themselves together and you watch the thumb-sized bare spot on his beard twitch.

“Yeah, that’s what you think and then your goddamn kitchen is on fire.”

“Lemme change, do some rocket surgery and brain science, and then I’ll attempt to crack this grilled cheese thing.”

“Okay, but remember we do have Chinese leftovers and I can definitely crush a microwave. This way.”

You follow him through the halls, his shoulders loosening underneath the off-green fuzz, and you try and not to stare at the immaculately beautiful walls and expansive, clean floors, so your eyes wander, and then you’re trying not to stare at the immaculately beautiful man in front of you.

You push away the thought that this house looks nothing like you’d expect someone like Dieter to have, as he leads you to the kitchen — all black and chrome and steel, like what a Norwegian serial killer would have — and nods to a door towards the opposite wall. He’s digging around for the last slices of white bread when he says,

“Bathroom’s down there. I’ll get it all ready, but I’m leaving it up to you. Can’t afford to lose another pan.”

Your eyes finally drift down from the bare walls, unsure if you should be offended that nothing of the family back home is here, or accept that there was just nothing personal anywhere. You smile gently at him and nod in thanks.

He watches you go, that bright blue suitcase flashing as loud as a tornado siren, and he shakes his head. God, he needs a drink but drinking also makes him horny and he needs every mental facility available to him if he wis going to make it through this night with his sanity still intact.

Had it really been eleven years? He always meant to call up Enrico and the old neighborhood gang. He probably forgot about that last fight anyway – even if Dieter hadn’t – even if it wasn’t more than a decade ago. Mama Gonzales always said there’d be a place for him, even after his own father said acting was for maricos and drag queens. It always hurt more when the postcards from the Gonzales family stopped coming than when Mom stopped calling. And he always meant to send back a proper return address when he moved out of that crappy loft after his first real movie premiere but that was the 90s, and much of the 90s was spent between working shit jobs and drooling on the floors of rave warehouses. It wasn’t them specifically he didn’t want to see him like that, but anyone. Anyone who knew him before Dieter Bravo.

Certainly not anyone who called him Uncle Dee —

Something flashes in the corner of his eye and he realizes he’s always fucking hated the fact that the a) the back of his house is just one big window and b) he never bothered to put in curtains. Because, the thing with windows is they reflect things — things like his pseudo-niece taking her top off in his guest bathroom. Reflected and in full color right across his kitchen island like the sexiest hologram that will haunt his fucking wet dreams until the day hell freezes over.

Yep, that’s definitely your hips, your ribs, and okay—

Nope. Absolutely not.

Dieter’s knees give out and he crouches (more like slumps) to the floor behind the island, his palms so far in his eye sockets he can only see stars.

Yeah, only stars. Focus on the stars, not the image of the curve of your gorgeous tits that’s running around his brain like a child with scissors and a Thanatos instinct off the fucking charts.

Fuck, and he just wanted to get high and watch Nicholas Cage in a mullet.

“Hey, I’m done. Dee, you still here?”

He stifles a groan and stands up. You smile at him, the wet jeans and agonizing white tank top gone, only to be replaced by a black Fleetwood Mac tshirt and — fuck, where are your pants?

You lower the handle to your suitcase and go to stow by the bathroom door. And that’s when he realizes you are actually wearing pants, black shorts that are practically hidden by the oversized t-shirt and are comically, hilariously, painfully small. He can’t actually see the curve of your ass as you walk around the side of the island but he is absolutely not going to let his gaze linger long enough to confirm.

He clears his throat as you come to stand beside him. He gestures to the four pieces of white bread and a stack of Crafts American cheese.

“H-h-have —,” he clears his throat again and his forebearers groan collectively in embarrassment. “Have at it.”

You smile and tuck your hair over your ear before picking up the knife.

“D’you have mayonnaise? Butter?”

No amount of irredeemable hotness can distract him from that. “What? What do you need mayonnaise for? It’s grilled cheese.”

You cluck your tongue, an eyebrow raised. “Brain science and rocket surgery, remember? Don’t question the master.”

He can’t help but chuckle as he goes to his steel monolith of a fridge.

“Jeez, sorry, I asked,” he grumbles playfully.

He comes back with an (thankfully) unexpired jar and tub of butter and you get to work. Silence stretches a bit too long, something Dieter has never been good with, especially with beautiful women. He loves running his mouth and sometimes he's found that the women liked it too. He resigns himself to sit across from you at the island, watching you spread mayonnaise on both sides of the bread.

“So, uh, how are the folks? How’s your, uh, dad?”

You nod slowly and even though he hasn’t been around in eleven years to pick up on all your tells, he swears your hackles go up.

“Fine. All good. Dad’s still at the car repair shop — owns it now, actually. Makes decent money, I guess.”

“You guess?” He hadn’t made it his life’s work to mimic the human condition to not recognize cagey language.

You glance at him briefly before flipping over the last piece of bread and dropping a dollop of mayonnaise on top.

“Yeah. I — uh, we haven’t — I actually haven’t talked to them in a while. Though if I had, I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” You sneak another glance, this one ladened with a smile that had a secret curled up in its corners. “Serves me right, probably.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

He can’t help but return the smile, one of a familiarity he hasn’t earned yet. You were smiling at him as if you two had years of secrets together, memories and inside jokes that were for the pair of you alone. For the life of him and all the water in his ridiculous pool, he couldn’t fathom why you were being so nice to him. Letting him off the hook. It had been eleven fucking years after all. There are a lot of things he takes guilt free from the world. Your fucking star-eyed smile is not one of them.

So, he lets you off the hook. He doesn’t push it. If you don’t want to talk about your folks, he is happy to chatter aimlessly about something else. But, his brain winds up, what happened that caused you to fall out with your parents? Enrico, even back then, had been a hard ass, with you and your brothers. Always made sure to walk the straight and narrow. Detested drugs, always shined his shoes, thought tattoos were the devil, never kissed a girl on the first date —

And here you are, making fucking mooneyes at his daughter.

Well, one thing was for sure, he muses, something warm spreading in his gut, you are nothing like your daddy.

The hiss of the bread hitting the hot butter in a pan (you didn’t even need to ask where another pan was, you just helped yourself to his cabinets and he couldn’t have been more proud) jerks him out of his daze and he realizes that annoying silence has set in again.

“So, colleges, huh? Anything in particular spark interest?”

You nod excitedly as he found a topic that made you glow. Clearly, no one had asked about your interests in a long time.

“Yeah, actually. Emerson in Boston was amazing. I loved the city, but not sure I’d survive the winter. Swarthmore sounds good, Amherst too, but again, cold.” You grin sheepishly and flip the sandwiches, pressing the spatula (he didn’t even know he owned one of those) into the bread, making the butter sizzle and the air fill with a smell that can only be described as mouth-watering.

“It’ll be a nightmare, taking out loans for those places, but fuck, I think I’d be really happy there.”

He leans against the counter, facing you with crossed arms. He smiles a smile that he knows doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What, your folks wouldn’t pay for it? Or at least help out?”

Something sharp flashes in your eyes, like a rabbit catching the scent of a predator, before you shrug your shoulders flippantly. A well-worn deflection, he notes, right next to the place where he’s got all the places you mentioned are about as far away from California as possible. If you had mentioned somewhere in Europe, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

“Nah. I wouldn’t let them. Don’t want them thinking they get input into my life because they hold the purse strings over my head.” You turn off the stove and he moves to get the plates out from the cabinets – something to contribute as you made him a better meal than he’s had in ages.

“So, uh, we eat in there?” You glance down the hall to the eerily clean dining room, a place he’s pretty sure he’s never once set foot in after three years of living in this goddamn mansion.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “C’mon, I already have a movie picked out.”

You follow him, plates hot, down carpeted stairs to clearly the only room in the house that Dieter actually lives in. The lights down here are low, much more bearable than the white spotlights of the kitchen. Against one wall, there’s a fully stocked bar, with most of the alcohol halfway empty and costing a fortune. Across from the stairs is a massive record collection, going up to the ceiling, next to a gorgeous old record player — all wood and black vinyl — with big, plushy earphones curled up on a black leather recliner.

But the star of the show is the wall-to-ceiling television, with a brown, mouse-soft leather sofa that wraps like a giddy, up-turned grin in front of it.

And of course, in between the superstar television and the cozy couch, is a low glass table where he had snorted lines of coke more times he could count and where a virgin joint sits, unsmoked and tempting.

Dieter flushes as though he’d been caught by his parents with his pants down around his ankles.

“Fuck, sorry–,” he rushes over, the plate clattering with the glass, and he reaches for the joint, ready to squish it into his pocket when–

You laugh. “Relax, Dee, I know what a joint is. In fact, we are very well acquainted.”

You fold yourself into the couch, legs crossed, grinning at him as you bite into your sandwich.

He swallows, unclenching slightly as he sits down next to you. He watches you eat for a moment, trying to think of something cool to say.

“Sounds like I’ve missed my calling as the fun uncle, getting you high for the first time and all that.”

You snort and swallow your mouthful. “Yeah, by like two fucking years.”

“Oh, what a fucking lifetime. You poor thing,” he says, pouting dramatically and you giggle again, bumping into his shoulder. It sends his sanity knocking around in his brain.

You don’t notice, though, your eyes falling to the joint in the small ceramic bowl. The smile slides from your face.

“Well, you might have missed my first joint, but I’d be more than happy to take this one as my next.”

His eyebrows practically bounce off his forehead. “You’re serious?”

Your eyes slide away from the joint to his, something distractingly dark hiding there. “I mean, if the parties on your Instagram are anything to go by . . . And, well, when in Rome . . .”

You trail off, smirking, gesturing around you as if you had any idea the levels of debauchery that were obtained in this very room. Come to think of it, he halfway considers picking you up off the couch and putting a towel down underneath your perfect ass.

This is how it went sometimes, with the slower hook ups. No wet clothes, or grilled cheese, or bringing up family trauma — but initial touches, curling smiles, and then drugs. Always drugs. As if there needed to be another hand that tore off the cap of the pressurized, fizzy soda bottle. He’d play music then, for them, to show off his vinyl collection and have a plausible reason to rub his dick between their ass cheeks while dancing slowly to something croon-y from the seventies.

Not that any of that would be happening with you.

He wasn’t a complete monster after all.

With a playful grin that he had mastered over many press junkets, he snatches up the joint and lighter, and presents both to you in the flat of his hand.

“First hit goes to you, since you were so kind to make dinner for an old fuck like me.”

You snort and put your plate onto the table, wiping your hands free of crumbs on your black shirt.

“Such a gentleman.”

With deft and practiced hands, you take the joint between your index finger and your thumb, and sparking the lighter, brought the flame to your lips.

Just for one second, one goddamn second, he swears he saw The Look reflected in your eyes. He glances away, his cock fluttering awake like goddamn Lassy hearing the calls of another well-begotten child. He picks up his own plate.

“Hardly. It was all a ploy to get you to admit you follow me on Instagram.”

You burst out coughing, smoke chugging from your nose and mouth. “Dieter!”

He cackles, his tongue between his teeth, as you shove him away from you — do not think about her fingers clenched around your bicep — try to sit up and inhale again. You hang your head and groan.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I said that.”

“Yeah, and for that, I get two puffs,” he says out of the corner of his mouth, the rest of it full of the most perfectly cooked grilled cheese sandwich he’d ever had. He finishes chewing and swallows. “Hand it over, princess.”

You hand over the lighter and the joint, the paper slightly greasy from your fingers, leaning back dramatically into one of the many plushy cup holder seats spread out along the very long couch.

He chuckles devilishly again, far too satisfied, as he lights up and leans back into the cushions.

“And, as gesture of goodwill, I’ll admit that’s a good fucking grilled cheese.”

Your eyes snap open and a wide grin splits your face. “Hell yes! Mayonnaise on both sides, butter on the side with cheese. Best family recipe. Mwah!”

“Fuck, even I know that’s too much cholesterol for me,” he grunts and digs into the cushions, feeling around for the remote.

“Well, that’s not enough cholesterol for me,” you wink as you take the joint from the hand on his thigh, eyes daring you to do something about it. Nowhere near high enough to take the bait, he just narrows his eyes at you as he clicks the button and the entertainment system comes to life with a primordial hum.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, eyes wide, as the speakers roar and the lights dim further and the screen glows, “it’s like I’m in a fucking movie theater . . . in space.”

“It’s great, right?” Dieter moans like a loving father over his first child. This thing is his pride and joy, the only thing he could stomach in this goddamn house.

The DVD buffer for Raising Arizona begins and you squeal quietly, sliding onto your back, the joint dangling between your lips.

“No fucking way, I love this movie.”

Dieter stilled. “Really? You do?”

The few times he felt nostalgic for his old life — his old, old life when he was still a kid from nowhere, a nobody, you couldn’t pick him out of a line up of his sweaty, grubby cousins when they were all cobbled together like crooked teeth in front of Abuela Josefina’s television that still had knobs and bunny ears to watch movie after movie of Nicholas Cage reruns. Even with knees in his back, elbows in his ears, Dieter could quote every single line, his heart swelling.

That’s gonna be me some day.

“This movie is from, like, another century,” he mutters as he watches you settle in, something sickening like adoration clawing up in his chest.

“Yeah and it’s great,” you say eagerly, ignoring the way he plucks the joint out of your fingers. “Put it on!”

He resolutely ignores the pinch in his low stomach at your almost whine and presseS the play button with a little more force than necessary. Then, balancing the joint on the ceramic bowl, he sticks his fingers into his robe, pulls out his glasses, and puts them on without a second thought – just as he always did when watching movies.

It is only when he realizes he doesn’t hear you breathing that he realizes what he has done. Slowly he pulls the square glasses off his face and looks at them, feeling as disgusted as the day his doctor put them in his hands.

Near-sighted. Very common. Happens when people as they age.

“Got ‘em–,” his throat closes again, “got ‘em a few years ago. Only have to wear ‘em to see things up close and, uh . . . Well, I think they make me look old as shit.”

He can’t quite look at you, unsure what he’ll see on your face and knowing for sure that he couldn’t stand it if it wasn’t the way you look at him before. If you just would tease him about it, then —

“No,” you say, your voice very soft and small. His heart nearly punches out his throat, his neck nearly snapping in half as his head whips up to look at you. You sit up on your elbows, the darkness of the room cushioning your soft cheeks and muting the glaze in your eyes as you watch him over the bend of your knees.

“Nah,” you say, your nose scrunching, the weight of the high clearly settling into your skin, “they make you look . . . Uh, they’re cute.”

Dieter sucks in the side of his cheek, nodding slowly and sliding the glasses back over his nose. Cute, he could work with that.

“Jeez, would you start the movie already?” You poke his side with your toe. He doesn’t need to look at you to hear the faint blush in your voice.

He turns the volume up and crosses his arms, smiling faintly. You’re warm next to him, he thinks vaguely, his own high finally starting to sink into his bones.

Cute. Definitely not a word he’s going to obsess over.

The movie goes on.

Nicholas Cage is Nicholas Cage with a mullet.

Your laugh is the clattering of bells in his ears and he can’t remember the last time he laughed so hard his sides hurt.

He’s coming up from bent over, knees almost to his chest, laughter nearly popping his ribs, when he realizes your feet are in his lap. The arches of your soles, the delicate bones of your ankles, the long smooth planes that run up to your gorgeous calves—

They are there, in his lap, and you don’t seem to mind. Head turned towards the screen, face bright from laughing, your arm arched back over your head, pressing your chest up — it’s like you meant for them to be there.

It’s just one hand, right? Two at the most. Just putting his hands down where he had them a moment ago. Up and — down.

You don't flinch. His palm is on the arched top of your foot, the other just above your other ankle.

You do smile, but that might have been because of Nicholas Cage raging again.

And then, during another bout of giggles, he clutches your shin bone, wraps his fingers around your heel, and laughs and laughs and laughs.

You wipe the tears away from your eyes, the end credits rolling.

“Fuck, that’s a such a good movie.”

He swallows, swiping quickly under his glasses before taking them off and chucking them onto the table in front.

“You’re fucking right it is,” he says hoarsely, leaning forward and plucking up the last of the joint. He inhales, letting the smoke ease stifle the tears in the corner of his eyes, gulping down a breath before offering it to you.

You take it, distracted, eyes on the credits, the light from the screen glowing on your cheeks.

He presses up under your ankle with his middle finger. “What? You knew what was gonna happen, you’d said you’d seen it before.”

You nodded, still not looking at him.

He goes for a more direct approach. He pinches your calf, and you scowl, the light back in your eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, a bit sharply. He’s not nearly done having fun with you, not nearly. You take another sip of smoke before setting the joint back on the table.

You huff, settling onto your back, pinching at your nails.

“Just . . . Nothing, it’s stupid.”

Dieter hums. He knows when to let him come to you. He taps the arch of your foot.

“How are you feeling?” His gaze nudges the joint on the table.

You grin. “Really good. Tingly. Warm. Like everything else is a million miles away.”

Just the two of us.

“Enough to tell ol’ Uncle Dee what’s on your mind?”

You roll your eyes and sit up a bit, yanking a pillow behind you.

“Just thinkin’ about the old days, I guess.” You glance up at him from under your eyes. “Not in a bad way. At all. I just . . .”

“What?” If you gave him hell for the last eleven years, then fuck it, he deserved it. He pulls at your ankle. “What?”

With a big sigh, you lean back, something finally breaking and, with it, comes a great big smile.

“Okay, remember when you’d put on those plays with the rest of us kids during those super lame family reunions o-o-or Christmas? Marissa would have everything written out, all the cousins cast and you’d beg her to let you play – fucking – Bear Number 5 or something ridiculous – and she’d fight you on it but she’d relent, always putting on a show of her own – as if a ten year old could be put out like that.” You giggled, biting on your thumb, a sparkling in your eyes that made something in his chest burn.

Yes, he remembers the incredibly stupid fuzzy ears and the bear claw mittens. The fake roaring. TMZ would have a fucking stroke if those pictures of him, baby-faced, were to ever surface online. He smiles at you and basks in the warmth of those memories, his high making them brighter.

“I think it would have crushed her little heart if you didn’t ask,” you said, heavy-lidded eyes on you again. “I know it broke her when you stopped showing up at all.”

His heart actually pinches at that. He knows you’re not scolding him but fuck, maybe he’d feel better if you did. What a fucking idiot he was, for leaving all of that for empty mansions and meals from UberEats and all this fucking gunked up shit in his veins that made him feel older and older every year. Like he was chasing something that was never real in the first place.

“Look, honey,” the pet name is out of his mouth before he can stop it. He’s twisting towards you, both hands under your calves now. “I should have called. Should have made sure that at least you knew where to find me, even if things between your dad and I were fucked.”

“Oh, God, Dee, no. I don’t blame you. I don’t even blame my dad, sometimes. You just were very different people. He’s fine living his life in the same small ass town in the middle of nowhere. But you weren’t. And, fuck . . . I’m not either.”

He frowns. You bite your lip and continue.

“You know, I thought about following you out to Hollywood. Because of those plays. I had the best fucking time doing them and Hollywood didn’t seem so scary . . . with Uncle Dee out here. But, uh, I dunno. I grew up, I guess. Figured I was better at telling stories than performing them. I just knew I didn’t want to end up like my dad. Dying where I lived. Unremembered.”

His gut doubles in on itself. Please don’t say you gave up your dreams because I stopped calling.

“Do you still think about acting?” He asks quietly, trying to fight the faint ringing in his ears.

“Oh God, no,” you wave your hands, dusting away his near-panic that he’d somehow ruined your life. “I really do prefer writing stories, even if they exist only within the pages of a book. Or a really bad pamphlet, once or twice. I tried to continue the plays at home for a few years, after you left and Marissa took up cheerleading and thought she was too old to play with her little cousins anymore. But it just wasn’t the same without her. Or you.”

He realizes all too late that he can feel your pulse under your ankle. Strong. Pounding. Pounding, hard. Like you’re nervous. So struck by the notion that he can feel something so personal of yours, the smoke trapped in his brain lifts only slightly when he catches your eyes looking somewhere you absolutely should not be.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, he knows that look. You blink at him, then your gaze slowly slides down, down to his crotch, as smoothly you can beneath the weight of the smoke in your brain and he battles between the desire to throw your legs off him or pull you underneath him.

It’s The Look.

Men, women, it didn’t matter. The look was the same.

When the possibility of sex first enters their mind, when that first bloom of lust rushes down their spine and the memory of the physical exertion of fucking – all the panting and the heavy breathing, aching muscles and sweat – comes back, as real as a song stuck in your head. When that spark of imagination threatens to sway from the hypothetical to the actual, it’s a look he knows so fucking well, he might as well be able to carve it from clay, blind-folded.

And you’re giving it to him, right now.

You haven’t really thought about seducing him yet, no, that part hasn’t crossed your mind yet. But you definitely are imagining what his cock would feel like inside you, and you and your imagination and your wide-eyed gaze at his lap all whole-heartedly agreed: that would be a great fucking thing.

You, on your elbows, your heel dangerously close to his half-hard cock, the glaze in your eyes having something to do with what you were so shamelessly picturing, and your short breath having everything to do with what you were so shamelessly picturing.

He was quite sure you were completely unaware of the expression your face was making. Eyes hooded, mouth parted, breath short. Masking your emotions and filthy thoughts is a skill set mastered later in life and perhaps the last time you looked at someone like that, they simply bent you over the nearest surface and railed you till your knees buckled.

What a fucking excellent idea, his libido trilled. Now get off the couch and do something about it. I’m foaming at the fucking mouth here, man.

Dieter silences his inner horny monster, unintentionally squeezing his hand, the one that happens to be wrapped around your calf.

The movement seems to break you out of your dizzying spiral and you blink up at him.

He swallows. With a half smirk on the edge of your lips that you try to not let him see, you take your feet out of his lap, then reach forward, your palm alarmingly high on his thigh as you take the joint from his fingers. Your eyes flash like warning signs.

DANGER. DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. DANGER.

“So, you gonna give me a tour of this place or what?”

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kiralisa · 2 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇

G O J O X A F A B! R E A D E R

WARNINGS: MDNI, not proofread(I made this at 1 am don’t murder me), drinking, fingering, first time, fluff, no protection (don’t have kids, they expensive$$), creampie if you like squint ur eyes, smut with some plot because I have issues.

First fanfic, tried to make it to where any girlie can read this!<3

The greatest of his clan, Gojo satoru was a god in a man’s body. He who was deemed the strongest at birth, causing the world to shift into his own hands….how could he be so strong yet feel so weak when around you???

Years went passed, years of Gojo satoru’s endless training as a kid. While never pushing passed his boundaries he still managed to become quite strong. He was finally in the hands of the jujutsu world and with his arms out he fully welcomed it. It was his first day of high school in jujutsu so of course he had to be on his best behavior in his words.

“Everyone welcome your new classmate Gojo satoru.” Yaga inquired two students, Suguru Geto, and a girl named Shoko leri. “I simply hope these two won’t be useless to me…huh?” Satoru turns his head to see there are 4 desk yet only three students. He turned to Yaga with a questioning look. “Well Mr. Gojo satoru there is another student but she is late..” Yaga said with an annoyed face as if Gojo wasn’t also late.

Gojo looked at both of the students who had no care in the world only looking at their phones. He turned to look at Shoko first, she was smoking?? Unhealthy he believed. Then turned to look at Suguru, bangs…such weird looking bangs…Gojo also thought to himself before Suguru looked up at him. “Can I help you..?” Suguru asked confused and concerned why Satoru look at Suguru with a judging manner. “Your bangs are ugly dude-“ Before satoru finsihed his sentence the door slammed opened out coming a new student…you. Even through puberty hit like a bitch and made you hate life it isn’t to bad, whether you became tall or short, chubby or skinny, you still were as beautiful as a goddess to Satoru.

“Holy shit that train took longer than expected..” You said trying to catch your breath. Yaga deeply sighed as if he was a disappointed dad..”Everyone meet Y/n, she is a transfer student but she shall be respected as one of our own.” And with that you smiled while being extremely awkward. You sat down and tried to make small talk with your fellow classmates.

“Uhm Hi what’s your guys names?” You said as if you weren’t a HOUR late. Each of the three students said their name “Sup I’m Shoko..” She said trying to light her cigarette. “Well hello there~ I’m Suguru Geto. It will be pleasure to be your classmate.” He said in a gentle manner. You swear ur heart skipped a beat. “Hehehe…I am Gojo satoru. Yes yes THE Gojo of the Gojo clan, six eyes and limitless~” Gojo said in a very…well…Gojo kinda of way.

Everyone deadpanned Gojo as he only looked at you, while extremely embarrassed for him you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “Hahah, ohhh so you’re like a big cool boss kinda guy huh? pfhh hahah!” Gojo quickly got embarrassed and started to blush as well as explaining himself “W..WHAT!!! No! I was just saying how I am the strongest of generation!!! Do you wanna fight or something!!!” As you continue to laugh at Gojo became more red Shoko and Geto looked at eachother and just smirked. “So who’s asking who first..” Shoko betted towards Geto. “Well…we’ll just have to find out.”

And that’s how ur friend group started, on that day everything ur life would change, for the better or for the worse. A year later as you’re all second years you’re all still young and dumb, yet still strong and mature when needed. “Hey guys we should totally celebrate for the first years!” Gojo screamed as he ran over too you and you’re two loyal companions. Even after the death of Riko torn everyone and almost caused Geto to create a master genocide. Everything ended up working out, and you would finally celebrate the two first years for a job well done.

“Hey Shoko how drunk would you have to be to sleep with one of the boys?” You said as you did your make up because if something was being celebrated you had to look hot while doing it, you also wanted to finally get laid as you were never well….did it before. “Girl the world would have to end for me to even think of sleeping with them.” Shoko said while laughing. You softly shake your head before putting on ur dress and getting ur hair done. Finally was time for you to get some bitches…

The party was LOUD and when I mean loud I mean capital L-O-U-D. You walked in to see many students, you didn’t even realize there were that many. Even members of the zenin clan were there. “Ughh Shoko where are the boys at??” You said trying to not step on people while holding onto Shoko. “They’re right here silly.” She said as you turned your head to see Gojo and Suguru with matching suits on. “Glad you two could make it..” Suguru said obviously checking you both out, but Gojo’s eyes never left yours. “You look…beautiful, so beautiful and sexy..” He said blushing when he realized what he said. “I- I mean…would you like to uhm…chill in my room..?” He said with nervousness obvious in his tone. “Hehe I would love to do that! Come with me lover boy~” as you dragged him off. Shoko turns to Geto with a sly grin, “looks like you owe me $20~” She said as she grabbed a cup. “Ugh..fuck me..” Geto muttered under his breath.

Laughter could be heard as you dragged Satoru to his own room. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous already Gojo hehehe~” you said while also trying to not be nervous. “M-me?? Nervous hah! I don’t make me laugh!” He said as he grabbed you and thrown you into his room before shutting his door. He slowly started to walk towards you, nervous but shown himself as confident, it felt like the world had frozen.

You were pure red, blushing from excitement and embarrassment. You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been inlove for so long, you wanted this moment yet you were scared. You took a deep breathe as you saw him staring at you like a god would to his subjects. “W…well..Mr. Gojo the strongest…what are you gonna do-“ you were quickly cut off my gojo’s finger pressed on ur mouth, he looked up at you with love in his eyes. “It’s satoru for you. Only call me satoru..” he said before looking at you while holding ur chin waiting for your consent. With the nod of your head he began to kiss you.

It was slow and sensual at the same time soon your tounges fought for dominance which of course he won’t as his knee started to grind inbetween your legs. It was so…much you’ve never felt such pleasure nor did you know someone could give you such pleasure…well Gojo wasn’t just a someone.

“Look at you..all big talk yet you’re shaking under me, look how adorable you look~” satoru said with a smirk. You wanted to say something back before you let out a loud moan, you saw Satoru’s hands inbetween ur legs messing with your clit as he kissed and bit ur neck with his own love marks.

“N..nghh~..S..satoru~ to much AH~!” you said as he bit ur ear, “that’s doesn’t sound like to much if you’re moaning like a whore baby~” He grabbed your dress before pulling it off as he unbuckled his belt. “We gotta get you all ready for me….” He said as you were shivering trying to catch up to him. He soon pulled your panties to the side as he touched ur entrance with his long leaned finger.

Rubbing your clit while using his fingers to pleasure you as you grabbed the sheets while moaning loudly. You were sure everyone had already left yet you still wanted more. “More! Please more!” You practically screamed and he slid another finger. While it was uncomfortable at first due to the new feeling you soon couldn’t fight the pleasure it brought you.

Gojo softly laughed before looking at you in the eyes. “How bad do you want it. Beg for it.” You had no other choice. Not like you were thinking straight anyways, while people got drunk off of the achohol you got drunk off of the pleasure. “Ngh…! Please please I want you! I want you so bad please I’ll be good please~!!!” Gojo soon pulled his hand out of you, it was wet, messy, and sticky as he licked your juices off his mouth. He soon grabbed your thighs apart with a serious stare looking at you for your consent which you helplessly nodded.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He said. “Yes yes yes!! Please please give it to me!!” If you could overdoes on pleasure you might as well call yourself dead. He soon lined himself up before slowly thrusting into your body. “Ahh..fuck so…so..so fucking tight..” he said as he shoved his head into your shoulder while you silently screamed as he shoved half of his member into you.

“Ugh fuck! So full~!!!” You said moaning into his ear as he pounded into your body without an ounce of mercy. Your legs shaking as you screamed his name and smaller curses as he thrusted into you. “Please!!!please please!! Give it to me S..sa- TORU~!” He held onto you as he thrusted upwards hitting that sweet sweet sensitive spot. “Ahh…fuck taking it like a good girl.” He said as he squeezed your legs even tighter. “Ngh..! G..gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum..!” He whimpered into your ear as he scratched your back, your back arched as you feel yourself coming undone onto him. “OH FUCK~! I-I can’t to much hah~!” She screamed as she grabbed Satoru’s hair and pulled. “Almost there…gonna cum oh fuck~! Cuming cuming inside! Gonna make you a mommy and gonna- oh fuck~!”

He quickly came before almost falling ontop to you but using the last of his strength to move to the side before wrapping his arms around you. “How is it, that I’m the strongest yet I feel so weak near you..” you softly chuckle. “Because that’s what love is…and I love you…so very very much…”

The strongest, the unstoppable realized then and there that if that’s what love meant then he was devoted to you. Because not only did he feel weak around you. He felt at home. Loved. So why does it matter if you’re strong because you take all his strength with that smile of yours. “Then I love you too.” He said before kissing your head passing out with you while the party downstairs didn’t even notice you guys gone..

A N: Ahhh!!! This is my first fanfic so I hope you’ll enjoy my content and consider following for more!! Hope you can use my ask for things such as suggestions, tips, or just to talk!! For other fanfic writes hope we can be moots and thank you all for reading this!

Please do not plagiarize, steal, or copy this fanfic, but please take inspiration to create and write ur own fantasies but please ping me into the fanfic so I can read the beautiful creation<3

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johannesviii · 1 year

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So uh

The Power of the Doctor surely was one of the episodes of all time

Where do I even fucking start

Let's cut to the chase, narratively it was all over the place in a "let's throw everything at the wall to see what sticks" kind of way. The thing is, it was fun. It made no sense but it was still enjoyable. Why was the Master cosplaying Rasputin? Why 1916? What was the point of the Dalek traitor? Why the paintings? Who cares, I'm having the time of my life watching all this shit 7,5/10

Why Tegan and Ace, for that matter? Because it's fun to see them again, that's why. I'll take it. Tegan was especially great. Also Ace wasn't a CEO so bonus points for that

Why was Graham even here

Why the train

Why the Qurunx

Why the uh everything about the Daleks and the Cybermen and no-one getting betrayed or in-fighting in the process

Why do I care

Dan's arc started with him having no money and ends with him having no house. That's kinda bleak for a comic relief companion

I don't know how to feel about Tennant being the Doctor again? It's weird and interesting and I can't wait to see what they do with this, and I find it supremely ironic that the Doctor who was the most terrified of death is the one who will get to die THREE TIMES in this series - but at the same time, I really wanted to see Ncuti Gatwa and I feel like he's been robbed of his thunder, kind of? I don't know, it feels weird

Considering Chibnall's focus isn't usually on character arcs I wasn't expecting Thirteen's ending to have any kind of dramatic irony, but having very low expectations for this specific era was a blessing, because one of the things I desesperately wanted to see was this control freak of a Doctor, who never explains anything to her friends, being forced to rely entirely on her friends, and also completely losing control. And that's exactly what I got here. Yes. Very good

The Qurunx assuming the form of a child because it wants to be protected. The parallels with the Timeless Child. Exquisite

And that bit where she's hit by a deadly energy blast and she's carried back to the TARDIS like this?? Complete inversion of the trope of the Doctor carrying a companion and I loved it

Oh god look at Yaz. Yeah that's right, you can only hold her while she's literally dying! That's the only time she'll be in your arms! And she's DYING!! And then you have to say goodbye!! I'm feeling normal about this

I've already seen quite a few Thasmin fans screaming bloody murder and to be honest I get it but like. I'm also digging how tragic this is

I wasn't asking for a kiss but like. When they were on the TARDIS' roof. I wanted one of them to put her head on the other's shoulder. Was that too much to ask

Pretty fitting that Yaz joins the circle of Recovering Doctor Addicts at the end after that and oh god don't get me started

The empty chair for Sarah Jane?? Don't talk to me

Is Ian even aware that regeneration exists or was he just like "wait so the Doctor is trans? Good for her"

WHAT WAS THE "POWER" OF THE DOCTOR WAS IS TO LEAVE A SHIT TON OF TRAUMATISED PEOPLE IN THEIR WAKE BECAUSE IF THAT'S WHAT THAT MEANT I'M HOWLING

Here's the Doctor's power! You all need therapy now!!

"How many Doctors are there" GOOD QUESTION NOBODY KNOWS

SPEAKING OF WHICH

FIVE SIX SEVEN AND EIGHT ON SCREEN. I FUCKING SCREAMED

BANTER BETWEEN SEVEN AND EIGHT ABOUT CLOTHES?? HELLO??? THE SURREAL LANDSCAPE?? ADRIC'S DEATH BEING MENTIONED IN NEW WHO?? HELLO????

Why is Ace apologizing to Seven when he should be apologizing to HER and why am I even asking. Who cares that was so cool

Eight on screen EIGHT ON S C R E E N how am I supposed to feel NORMAL ABOUT THIS I WANT TO SCREAM I WANT TO CRY

OH SPEAKING OF WANTING TO CRY

TIME TO GET EMOTIONAL AND CRINGE ON MAIN ABOUT A FUCKING IDIOT WHO SPENT HALF THE EPISODE COSPLAYING RASPUTIN FOR NO REASON AT ALL AND MENTIONING HE USED TO BE A FURRY IN THE EIGHTIES

I turned off Anon asks so if any of you want to send me a new round of hate regarding the fact I love that Master which apparently makes me a fake fan or a Missy hater or something, you'll have to use your actual usernames, cowards. You know who you are

"Johannes shut up about that Master's supposed self-loathing that's not in the text that's just your headcanon to make him more interesting" OH YEAH YEAH CLEARLY I'M MAKING THINGS UP UH CLEARLY THIS IS NOT IN THE TEXT UH

THIS MF'S ENTIRE BULLSHIT PLAN WAS JUST AN EXCUSE TO STOP BEING HIMSELF FOR A MINUTE AND BECOME THE DOCTOR HI HELLO YES I'M FEELING NORMAL ABOUT THIS

"DON'T LET ME GO BACK TO BEING ME"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK

I'm not making sense right now I'm sorry

"IF I CAN'T BE THE DOCTOR NEITHER CAN YOU" I want to scream I want to punch a fucking wall why are you like this why. are you. like THIS

The feelings are indescribable and I can't put them into words right now and I will have to make some art to make them go away, I don't make the rules I don't even have a choice at this point

TLDR this episode was a badly written narrative mess and full of fanwank and Doctor Who is terrible and I love Doctor Who with all my heart and I feel more alive than ever right now

#doctor who #the power of the doctor #dw spoilers #thirteenth doctor #the master #yasmin khan #capslock #and a lot of screaming

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hello x hope it’s okay if i send in a requests

so i was thinking about lewis and the reader knowing each other maybe through toto or someone, and they always fancied eachother. so they meet after a bit of time and the reader says „you’re a sir right?“, lewis says yes and she just smiles because it kinda turns her on

(Smut) Forbidden Speed: A Lewis Hamilton and Y/N Romance.

Lewis Hamilton nervously straightened his jacket as he waited for his friend Toto Wolff to introduce him to the new team member he had hired. Toto had mentioned her in passing a few times, but Lewis had never met her in person. He wondered what she would be like and whether they would get along.

"Hey, Lewis!" Toto's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see his friend walking towards him, a tall and elegant woman beside him. "I want you to meet Y/N, our new head of marketing."

"Nice to meet you, Lewis," Y/N said with a warm smile, extending her hand. Lewis took it and shook it, feeling a jolt of electricity run through him as their eyes met.

"Likewise," he replied, trying to sound cool and composed even though his heart was racing. He couldn't deny that he found Y/N incredibly attractive, with her h/c hair, piercing e/c eyes, and curves in all the right places.

Over the next few weeks, Lewis and Y/N worked closely together on various projects, getting to know each other better. They discovered that they had a lot in common, from their love of motorsports to their taste in music and food. They also shared a mutual attraction that they tried to ignore, knowing that it could complicate their professional relationship.

But one day, as they were celebrating a successful campaign launch with champagne, Y/N leaned in closer to Lewis and whispered, "Your title is Sir, right?"

Lewis raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. "Yes, that's right. Why do you ask?"

Y/N just smiled and said, "It kind of turns me on."

Before Lewis could respond, Y/N leaned in and kissed him deeply, her lips soft and inviting. Lewis was momentarily stunned but quickly responded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. They kissed passionately, lost in the moment, until they finally broke apart, gasping for breath.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Y/N admitted, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Me too," Lewis said, grinning from ear to ear. "I guess we'll have to be careful not to let this interfere with work, though."

"Agreed," Y/N said, nodding.

From that moment on, things between Lewis and Y/N changed. They were no longer just colleagues, but also secret lovers, stealing moments together whenever they could. They had to be careful, knowing that their relationship could cause tension within the team, but the risk only made their encounters more thrilling.

One day, after a particularly intense race, Lewis and Y/N found themselves alone in the team's hospitality suite. The adrenaline was still pumping through their veins, and they couldn't resist each other any longer. They kissed hungrily, tearing at each other's clothes as they made their way to the sofa.

Lewis groaned as Y/N straddled him, grinding against him in all the right places. He couldn't believe how amazing she felt, how she fit so perfectly against him. He wanted to make her scream his name, to hear her beg for more.

Y/N seemed to read his thoughts, as she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I want you, Lewis. I want you to make me come."

Lewis didn't need any further encouragement. He flipped Y/N onto her back and buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her clit until she was writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

When she was close, he slid inside her, relishing in the tightness and warmth of her body. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding into her with everything he had until they both came, screaming each other's names.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Then, with a grin, Y/N turned to Lewis and said, "I think we just set a new lap record."

Lewis chuckled, pulling her close. "I think you're right," he said, kissing her deeply. "But let's keep this between us, okay? We don't want to distract the team."

"Agreed," Y/N said, snuggling into his embrace. "But I can't wait to see what other records we can break."

your RB19s,

admins san, sar, sav

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brilium · 7 months

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❥ K I N K T O B E R 2 0 2 3

Masterlist

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❥ DAY 5. Clothed Sex! with Jean Kirstein

Summary. You're a pain in the ass for Jean, and for you? He's a nuisance before meeting up with Eren for a hook up. Fortunately, the two best students of Dr. Smith are smart (or horny) enough to find a middle point where they can do more than fighting.

Content Warning.Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, fingering, masturbation (f. recieving), vaginal sex, teasing, edging.

Word count. 3,169.

Author’s note. This was kinda hard to write since I'm rlly used to write about Jean but I tried to keep his personality as I wrote it hehe

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Jean kept talking about something about God knows what. At this point you aren’t trying to pay attention anymore while you play with the border of your high socks on your thigh, thinking of maybe cutting it to get rid of the ugly rids of the past dye color that you still have.

Doctor Smith knew that you had potential, but you just weren’t interested in attending class or at least paying attention to him the few times that you showed up to class. So he had to try another way to make you learn.

And what’s better than pairing you for the final project with the top class student Jean Kirstein? Well, it was better for you and a total migraine for him.

The clock kept ticking on the isolated study room while Jean kept talking and typing on his laptop hoping that you were at least awake.

“I can work on the first part of the theoretical framework while you…” Jean raises his head to look at you clearly ignoring him and sighs. “Are you even listening to me?”

You huff, leaning on your elbows resting on the table and turning slightly to look at him beside you, Jean rolls his eyes when you just can yawn in response and nod sleepy while you tap quickly on your phone.

“Yeah, you’ll do the theoretical shit and all that stuff. Just tell me what’s my part and I’ll send it to you later, ’kay?” He swears on the low and shakes his head at your comment, you just giggle at your phone ignoring him and typing again.

Jean has a very low patience. Really Low.

So he extends his hand to grab your phone and toss it on the table to grab your attention, but before his hand finally grabs it, the picture on your phone calls for his attention.

Apparently, you weren’t paying attention to your damn final project because you were chatting with Eren Jaeger to drop at his dorm later. If Jean was already mad, knowing that the reason that his partner was ignoring him it’s because she was telling that idiot how you’re counting the minutes that you both reserved the study room to end so he can finally fuck her made him go furious.

“What the fuck!? Are you really making plans with Jaeger right now!?”

You startle, turning your whole body at him feeling the hot warmth growing on your cheeks and —finally— putting your phone down.

“Why are you looking at my phone in the first place?” You stand up, shoving violently the chair behind you. “I don’t even care about this damn final project. Fuck it— I’m done with this.”

Jean is faster than you in trying to leave and stands up too to grab your wrist and hold you from leaving. His grip is tight, not enough to hurt you but for as much as you shake your wrist in a try to get free, he keeps holding you.

“You won’t leave until we’ve finished this shit!” Jean pulls your wrist closer to him, making you look up at him to hold his gaze. “I need the credits to keep my scholarship and I won’t let you ruin it for me.”

“I don’t care about your stupid scholarship” You hiss, looking firmly at his eyes and laughing cynically. “Move away or I’ll scream”.

“You’ll scream?” Jean snorts, his free hand going up to your chin and forcing you to look at him. This time, the grip is a little bit rougher, his fingers pressing on both of your cheeks to keep you firm. “Go on, scream, scream as loud as you want. Anyways, scream and whine it’s the only thing you can do, right? That’s why you’re hooking up with Jaeger”.

Your eyes go wide as your hand grabs the neck of his shirt tightly, bringing him closer and feeling his warmth breath against your face. He’s talking out of his anger, but you’re reaching your limit too.

“Yeah, Jaeger it’s pretty good at making me scream, whine and beg for more. I guess that you use that as an insult just because you’ve never been with a girl.” You pout to take a fake sad tone of voice. “Get your nose out from the books and taste the real world, Kristein”.

“Really bold of you to tell me that when you are the total opposite of me” Jean slightly turns his head to the side, his grip on your chin got lighter but his face is closer.

"So you admit that you’re a virgin?” You snort, leaning your head to the opposite side, too.

“Try it for yourself and let’s see who is the wrong one”.

Jean doesn’t even give you time to answer when his hand on your chin already traveled to the back of your neck and grabbed your face against his into a kiss. You whimper against his lips, feeling weak legs and having to hold his shoulders for support.

It’s hard for you to admit how good a kisser he is, his lips sucking on your so sweetly and passing his tongue slowly through your lower lip in a try to join his tongue to the kiss. It gets harder for you to resist as his hands slowly slide down through your body to play with the border of your skirt on your waist.

By pride, you try to keep it like a simple kiss but his hands go up to stop on the verge of your shirt and squeezing the skin of your waist causes you to whimper and let him finally use his tongue.

He’s holding you firmly as you both continue, he groans softly when he pulls back and you grab him to bring him again to you. Your breathing is hard and your legs tremble as his hands slowly caress you under your shirt, teasing you by just barely touching the lower part of your breasts and passing softly your thumb against your nipples above the material of your bra.

“Are you scared to touch some boobs for the first time? Is that so?” You tease, throwing your head back as he starts to kiss your neck and push you gently to the table, noticing how you were changing from leg to leg to keep standing and letting you lie a little on the cold surface.

Jean chuckles and bites softly on your neck, kissing it and feeling how good your back arches under him. The movement of your body lets you feel his hard crotch touching softly your stomach, causing you both to groan by how sensitive you are already.

Jean sucks hard on your neck before answering, making you squirm on the cold surface with a soft whine.

“Nah, I just want to let Jaeger believe that you were needy for him when I actually got you ready” He winked at you and you chuckled in response.

“Fuck you. In your drea—” Jean thrusts between your legs, almost making you let out a lewd moan, but you bite your lower lip on time to not let him get what he wants.

You're about to swear at him and tell him that he's an idiot, but his thumbs curl at the border of your skirt and start to toss it down, revealing slowly more of your skin and making you shiver. Jean is impatient and hard right now, at the point to stop pulling it down at the level of the middle of your calves when he notices that you weren't wearing any underwear. He has to bite his lip to not moan at the sight of your soaked pussy already clenching to feel him inside.

So you were so whiny before because of that, huh?

His hand travels between your folds to caress your entrance and feel your fluids moistening his fingers, he opens his mouth to say the dirtiest thing about the pool between your thighs thanks to the absence of underwear, but you speak before he can say anything.

“Don’t say it” You struggle to talk, moaning softly as the dip of his fingers teases you. “My initial plan was to meet Eren after finishing this shit—”

Even though he’s wearing jeans. with the fabric as a barrier between you both, his thrust really got you trembling in arousal for feeling more. The fold of his zipper teases you so bad as he grinds slowly between thrusts, rubbing on your clit with the right fucking peace.

Your lip is starting to get a taste of iron between your teeths by how hard you are biting yourself to hold the moans but when he grabs the border of your high sock to pull it and let it go back to your skin with a soft slap. You let go a cute and small whimper as he does the same with the other leg.

“Huh? Did I hear something?” He asks, using a fake surprised tone as he thrusts, your lower lip holds it again, but your muffled moans against your hands says the opposite. “Again! What could it be? Rats?”

He keeps wondering about your noises and strangled moans, between every question it comes a thrust that has you trembling and shutting your eyes with a strength that has you almost seeing lights.

“J–Jean!” You whine through a moan, your voice coming out high pitched and making him grin with pride.

“Yes?” He smiles down at you, some strings of his hair falling on his face and sticking on his forehead.

He stopped thrusting to see how you struggle to breathe and your swollen lower lip is trembling, calling for his lips to get it to a worse state. But there's a bigger swollen pain between his legs. His boxers definitely are stained with a wet spot of precum, all the thrusting play got him sensitive too.

But he doesn’t want to be the one giving up first.

You murmur very softly three words that throw your pride to the floor, Jean clearly hears them as music to his ears.

“Can you repeat it more clearly, dear? Just to be sure that I hear someone whining and begging my name"

“I won’t. Just put it already—”

Jean introduced two fingers inside you before you could keep fighting, his fingers are long. Fucking long. So you are already squirming and biting your hand to hold the moans as he keeps fingering you and filling the room with the wet sounds of your cunt dripping on the table.

Fuck, now I understand why no one comes to the study rooms.

Then, your phone pops with a notification. Definitely is a message from Eren and you have to take a deep breath, trying to get a coherent sentence out from your mouth filled with the sounds of your pussy clenching around Jean’s fingers.

“J–Jean, please— Let me answer Eren.”

“Hmm? I didn’t asked you to say his fucking name right now” His fingers get a quicker peace, curling on the weak spot inside you that causes your back to arche and leave a hard bite mark on your hand to hold the lewd sound coming from your mouth. “I asked you to repeat what you said before that.”

Even in your current state, breathing hard and with a hot feeling pooling on your chest of your incoming orgasm, you deny with your head. Your pride was thrown away since you started moaning his name, what is stopping you right now is only the embarrassment of admitting that your pussy is clenching for him.

Jean is not really happy with your answer, sighing and pulling away his hands from you to sit again in front of his laptop, trying to fix his hair as he sighs, pretending to focus again on the screen. You whine in response, feeling a mix of emotions inside you: anger, sadness, disappointment. Everything at the same time.

“Why did you stop!? You’re fucking hard, I can see it even through your jeans!” The tone of your voice is unstable, trembling and feeling like your orgasm is about to go away. “Come on, Jean!”

Jean chuckles, his hand touching softly his thigh up and down to heal the pain a little.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t ask for it.”

This motherfucker.

“If you ask me to fuck you,” Jean continues, unbulcking his belt to pull down a little his jeans and boxers at the same time, he’s needy as much as you that by the only feeling of the fabric passing through his aching dick makes him groan “I’ll do your part of the project, even if Doctor Smith doubts my words, I’ll convince him that we did it together.”

You already forgot about the damn project. But, the desperation of needing those credits to pass the semester joined to the desperation of needing to cum lead you to get off of the table and sit on his lap with struggle caused by your shaking. You hold his shoulder with one hand as you positionate your entrance above his hard crotch with your other hand to hold his base and put his dip right on the entry of your wet cunt.

“Please… Fuck me” You whisper desperately as your cheeks are a turning into a burning red, doing your best to hold his gaze as he chuckles and grabs firmly your hips, he licks his lips and smiles before answering.

“As you order.”

Jean bites his lip and pushes your hips down roughly, making you let out a bit too high a moan as his hard length stretches you out. In your thoughts, the fear of someone hearing you is forgotten, you just want him to start thrusting as hard as he was doing before, putting you in a worse state than before.

He doesn’t seem to care either. Jean’s moans are vibrating against the crook of your neck, using all his strength to hold himself from the need to mark you up.

But using Eren’s toy without him knowing feels so good.

“Fuuuck—” Jean groans against your neck as you move back and forwards on his lap, his nails are marking you under your sweater to keep you taking him as deep as you can while you move your hips. “This pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me, huh?”

You nod, you don’t know at what you are been agreeding, you just are tasting every second and thrust of how good it feels his cock hitting on you. Jean grabs your waist more firmly to lift you slightly so he can bring his hips up to thrust with more strength everytime he slams on you.

The soft moans coming out from your mouth when his curvature starts to hit on your sensitive spot are being held on the shoulder of his shirt, holding it so hard that you might rip it. The sweet release of your orgasm is coming from the foreplay, Jean notices it, so he picks you up to pull you out of him and put you again on the table.

Obviously, he pushes his laptop aside to put you on the table. In his desperation of getting inside you again, the laptop almost falls from it and you gasp almost scared.

“Jean! Your laptop!” You try to advertise him, but his dick getting inside you again makes you hold a breath in surprise as he starts to thrust again. The table is shaking almost violently as he hits hard on your pussy. “I–Idiot! It’s g-going to fall!—”

He ignores you, lifting a little of your sweater to hold your waist firmly on the table, exposing a little bit of your abdomen for him. You whimper at the cold feeling of the material, squeezing him harder and he lets out a weak whine in response.

“I don’t care, you’re about to cum, I feel it.” Although Jean’s comment, his thrusts lose their quick peace, but every hit is harder and deeper. Your hands travel above your head to hold the border of the table, torturing your lower lip to hold the moans. “Cum for me, cum all over my cock—”

His order resonates on your brain so hard along with his thrusts that you moan his name against the back of your hand as you squirm and shake when your orgasm hits you. All your body burns on his thrust trying to keep the same strength with your walls squeezing him.

“J–Jean…!” He keeps hitting inside you to let you ride your orgasm as long as you can, loving the sound of your whines and soft moans. You don’t want him to pull out for anything in the world “C–Cum inside, please!”

But he denies with his head, pulling out from you when he feels his orgasm about to explode and pumping his length up and down above you, throwing the white lines of his cum on your exposed stomach that slowly start to drip down to your swollen cunt.

He breathes hard, holding the table at the sides of your legs trying to recover. You are almost in the same state, breathing hard while you look at the dark bite marks on your hand. “W–Why didn't you cum inside? It’s okay for me.”

“Nah,” He laughs breathly, straightening up as he smiles, fixing his jeans and fixing his shriveled shirt and looking for something inside his backpack, moving this around until he grabs a pack of tissues and hands you one. “I wanted Jaeger to believe that he’s the only one giving you a good orgasm today.”

You snort, taking the tissue to clean your abdomen and fix your appearance too, biting your lip remembering that you’re still on plans to see Eren later.

“What makes you believe that that was a good orgasm?”

“The dark marks on your hand say otherwise” He smiles, grabbing his laptop from the border and sitting on the chair again, ready to start working again.

He literally had you cumming on that spot before and now he's typing again like nothing happened? Fucking nerd. You think with a smile as you grab your things and look at the messages from Eren.

“Are you sure that you can do it alone? I can stay a little longer if you want.” It’s weird to hear you wanting to help on it, but he shakes his head smiling and looks up at you.

”I think that if you stay here, we won’t get this thing finished in time.”

You smirk, walking to the door and stopping on it before leaving, turning to him with a soft blush on your cheeks.

“Only for curiosity” You balance on your feets, playing with your fingers. “I also need a partner for a presentation for the class with Professor Ackerman. Do you want to…?”

Jean smiles, winking at you as he answers.

“See you next week in the same room? I'll go all the way in so don't make plans with that idiot".

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puhmpken · 2 months

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Hii!! How are you? I’m here to request something if that’s okay :D anyways I’ll start!

I was wondering if I could request Alastor with a GN! Reader who has a Yuno Gasai Personality from Future Diary? Everything should be explained in the link I setted here ^_^ have fun with this!

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Authors Note: I am doing good! I am excited because this is my first request, while I am working on upcoming books! But ofc I can do this! I hope this is too your liking and you enjoy it!

Make sure your staying hydrated, healthy & happy! <3

In the sprawling labyrinth of Hell, where souls clash and demons reign, a presence lingers & hides in the shadows, fixated on one soul.

“I have been watching him for so long,” Y/N murmurs softly to themselves, hidden from view, there (e/c) reflecting the dawning red in the sky, their eyes trained on Alastor as he strolls through the chaotic streets of Pentagram City.

“I know his favorite music..the whiskey he savors at the bar. I watch him whenever I can and read all the papers about him.”

“Many say he’s a menace, deserving the blade of a exterminator’s spear through his heart. While others don’t view him fondly, labeling him as mean and ruthless.”

“But those people no longer exist.”

Title: Diary of the Obsessed (oneshot)

Written/Edited By: @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

In the heart of Hell, where chaos and darkness is on every turn and corner. Sinners run free and practically wild, while some quench the thirst for blood due to their human life. Others take shelter wanting to hide and keep there head for another day to come.

Alastor was one of those chaos, he was a overlord in hell. Who was powerful, many feared him, while others want to kill him and take his spot. You weren’t that case at all. You can’t remember how or even why you got to hell, but you assumed you had committed sin..maybe you stole candy from a baby smh.

It’s a blur, you just remember waking up to a red filled sky with a pentagram and the rest was history. You were a quiet soul, never bothering anyone and always moving swiftly to get where you needed to go. Everything in this “hell” life was boring, it was merely black and white for you. Well all up until you bumped into a deer demon.

He was a overlord in hell, but that’s not what attracted you to him no..no far from it. It was the way how he carried himself, walking with the ego of a god, talking with so much wit and passion about certain sinners. You couldn’t help but feel under a trance by this demon, it was a spark in your dead heart. It felt like it was beating again and dancing to the sound of his voice when he spoke.

You enjoyed this feeling a lot, it made your life easier, gave you a reason to go outside and stroll around.

You sometimes hid in the dark of corners or walk across the street from him to watch him in the corner of your eye. You can tell he wasn’t aware of your doing, just going on with his day doing his normal set routine. This slowly morphed into a obsession with the radio demon you had.

Your once normal life, was filled with stocking or running into him. Maybe he would catch on? But it didn’t faze you, it only pushed you more. It was like a game of a mice catching cheese.

Morning. The sky was always filled with red, the screams of the few who woke you up out of your sleep.

Yawning sitting yourself up. You lived by yourself in a single, almost run down apartment on a upper building floor. You couldn’t complain to much about it, your lucky to be even living somewhere like this, you could’ve been going in and out of motels but you had a place to call home..kinda of

Today was like any other day you got up from your bed, the wood creaking under you with every step you take as you made your way to the bathroom.

Going through your daily routine to fix yourself up and put on your work clothes, you brushed out (h/l) white, sandy tan hair. Making sure to style it correctly. You were a worker under Rosie in her emporium, the job didn’t call for a lot of action, all you had to do was seat behind a desk in the front near the door to ring up customers as the purchased whatever items they could find in her store.

And she carried a lot.

You were her only worker, well besides Franklin but she had disappeared a while after a recent extermination under questionable circumstances, you didn’t need a psyche to put two-and-two together to known Rosie may had something to do with it.

But nevermind that, you made your way out the run down apartment with nothing in hand besides a bottle of water, and the keys to your room hidden away in your pocket. You wore clothes appropriate to the job and ones that Rosie wouldn’t be able to say a witty comment about.

The doorbell chimed as you pushed it open, being first greeted by the smell, of flowers mixed in with smell of something being made you couldn’t put your finger on it, but it was almost like meat?

You sat down behind the desk as you cupped your hand towards your mouth before saying

“Ms. Rosie! Where are you?” You waited a moment as it went quiet, the lights where on? That means she had to be here..somewhere. You turned your head sideways, leaning a ear out to possible hear any nearby movements, no clicking of a heel or laughter to hear, which is peculiar for her in most cases.

‘Maybe I thinking to much, and she just went outside for a moment’ You tell yourself as you walked behind the counter setting up your little check out station.

Just as you finally finish up your station, you hear a bell that chimes. A scruffy looking demon fella wasn’t too tall, he held a box about the same size of his chest,

“I have a uh umm package for Ms. Rosie” He said as his eyes began looking at you before the drifted off away from you probably looking at the different items, ‘fella probably never been inside of a emporium’

“I can take it” You say as he approaches your counter placing the cardboard down on the table, signing off for the package he leaves

Grabbing the package, you felt a vibration of sorts,’What in the..’ You thought to yourself, as you felt the box buzz..one time and then again.

‘That’s weird, what’s in there..’ You question to yourself, as you heard the third buzz go off. Your eyes drift to the clock hanging on the wall,

‘Great and it’s barely 10:40am’ You sighed, without Ms. Rosie there you, would more than likely have to run the store by yourself. Just until she gets there at least, you were kinda trained in it..just don’t let nobody steal from the shop and you keep your job

As the day slowly began to pick up, you moved the cardboard box down from your counter to under hidden from the eye of really anybody, unless they were to walk behind the counter, as the hour started to pass, you noticed something kinda peculiar..the box, it seemed to buzz every 10 minutes. You realized this, when you counted the buzzes you received..five buzzes the whole hour.

‘I gotta open it..’ You thought to yourself, as you waved by to the last person it was now 12 o’clock, Rosie still hadn’t made contact with the store or even appeared it almost like she’s gone missing or disappeared

Shutting the doors and locking them you lower the front dark purple blinds infront of the window, to hide from the public view, now it’s just you and the box. Walking careful towards the counter you squat down reaching under and in the desk grabbing the cardboard box, once grabbing it you stand back up and place it down on the desk eyeing it..

BUZZZ!!

Staring at it wide eyed, you grab a pair of box cutters carefully cutting open the box you see..

‘A phone?’ You said outloud almost dumbfounded as you tilted your head looking down as the closed device, it was a red phone, with black swirls decorating around it. Reaching in and grabbing it, you carefully rotate it around getting a good look at it, nothing too out of the ordinary. Just a regular what seems to be flip phone..

BUZZZ!!

‘Fuck!’ You thought as you quickly try to grab it as it slips from your hands the buzz nearly scared you as you weren’t prepared for it. Catching the phone you hold it, your heartbeat slowly down as you open it

‘Why is there ‘A’’ You thought blinking blankly at the phone ‘Why would Rosie want something like this..does she even understand how these work’ You snickered the thought of Rosie trying to frighten out what and how to work a flip phone made you laughed, as you pushed random numbers and hit random text you finally came onto a screen, that looked like a log of some kind it read..

Alastor 10:40 AM

Running to Mimzy Cafe

Alastor 10:50 AM

Will run into Huskier, and almost get into a brawl with him

Alastor 11:00 AM

Leaves Mimzy, strolls down Dahmer Blvd.

Alastor 11:10 AM

On Dahmer will see AD, and almost brawl with him

Alastor 11:20 AM

Goes to the ‘Happy Hotel’

Alastor 11:30 AM

Begins work

‘Who is this Alastor guy..’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the log, is this some diary of some kind, did he drop his phone? What the hell is happening and like a train it hit you..this wasn’t some regular demon, this was THE DEMON.. Alastor the Radio Show Host..

Weeks had pass since you acquired this strange artifact—

A/N: Srry a scrap put together oneshot, if i should finish it let me know ..

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kennysboxergf · 9 months

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omg the niko alphabet is chef’s kiss, pls we need one for aj🫶

Alphabet ~ AJ Shabeel

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would go straight to the shower. Clean up and stuff but after giving you tons of praise and kisses.

And if you join him when he’s there then 🤭🤭

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

His favourite body part of himself is his dick, he’s got a lot to be proud of there (making up for his height)

And he probably loves your cunt. He’s a very simple man ya know? Also your waist, he loves just wrapping around your waist whenever the two of you are together outside, also when you’re riding him, he’s holding on to your waist.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Can recover ridiculously fast. He’s always up for another round and you look over and he’s already fucking hard again. Also loves watching you swallow his cum if you’re blowing him (makes you stick your tongue out to see it all gone)

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

There was definitely an occasion he asked you to tie him up and ride him. And he loved the experience and wants to repeat it soon. He isn’t into this all the time because he loves touching you but he thinks there is something different about not being able to give in to that urge and it kinda turns him on. He hasn’t been able to tell you this yet though because he doesn’t know how to phrase it right.

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He’s pretty experienced I would say, he’s been with a few women. He definitely knows how to get you screaming his name.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, he said it in a video and it makes sense with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Not goofy but like mean teasing. He’s making fun of you and the noises you’re making. But he loves them and never lets you hold any in but there’s no way he’s going to fuck you without making fun of you, it’s in his nature.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

I think he’s pretty lazy when it comes to grooming. There’s hair there, sometimes it’s kinda wild. But he’s a clean person, he just doesn’t like shaving.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

He’s very close to you. Focused on you and you only when he’s making you feel good. He’s kinda addicted to his phone tho, if he gets a text or call during the build up (so when he’s not inside you) he will probably answer it and pretend like the two of you aren’t naked right now.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s very loud when he’s jerking off, and he’s pretending it’s your mouth on his dick instead of his hand. Most of the time he tries to find you instead of jerking off but when he does he makes sure to tell you about how he touched himself to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degrading/praising depending on you. If you like to be degraded he will happily oblige but he’s cool with praise too. He just likes talking to you during it.

Choking you. It’s either gentle pressure on your neck or a full hand over your mouth, pressure hard enough to bruise. He doesn’t wanna cut your air off just choke your words and moans, the barely there noises turn him on further.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He likes the hiding of fucking in public places. Bathrooms and stuff. Also hotels (I paid for it, let’s wreck the bed). But nothing can really beat the bedroom at home because you can be as loud as you want. He is kinda an exhibitionist tho can’t lie.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Girlie if you walk out in a tank he’s immediately on you. He's always up and ready. You bend over and oh no suddenly he’s there behind you how did that happen?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

There isn’t much he wouldn’t try, but he is quite picky and loves sticking to routine so it would take a while for soemthing ti be incorporated into your daily sex life.

Doesn’t like the mess of food play tho or any of the weird puppy shit (speaking of this Sharky is probably into weird puppy/kitten shit, I said what I said) He would probably like being called names like daddy or whatever but no master shit he doesn’t wanna own you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

I think he LOVES getting head because he’s got so much control and he can see you down there on your knees and then he gets to watch you swallow his cum? He LOVES IT. He would give it too but he loves getting it more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough all the way. Fucking you out quicker than a F1 car. And he’s rough, grabbing whatever he can and bruising it with his grip.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

He totally would. It’s never his preference cus he loves talking you through it but he would have quickies all the time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

He likes to stick to what he knows most of the time but there are rare occasions he brings something new into the bedroom to try out and if it sticks it sticks otherwise he’s back to what he knows. But it’s always unexpected with AJ.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

It’s almost always multiple rounds if you aren’t in a time crunch (sometimes even if you are). He is consistently needy and will go multiple times in a night. His rounds are fast though, but never unsatisfactory.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Meh he doesn’t need them. He might have a few like bondage type things (rope, handcuffs) but like nothing too extravagant.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

OH MY GOD. He’s so unfair, teasing you endlessly when you can’t do anything, going so far as to make you cry. Teasing all the time, never giving you a break. Even after you come he’s still teasing you. But you try and do it back and he comes home to show you why you shouldn’t do that. (It only wanna makes you do it more tho, so he repeats what he did that night 🤭)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s relatively loud, he doesn’t care if anyone hears him. He’s also panting and grunting.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Would pull your hair, and he kinda loves doing it because he loves how soft your hair feels.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He keeps chatting about how he makes up for his height in other areas and with the way he acts, I believe him. definitely on the larger side with 6-7 inches, it isn’t thick but it works.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So much, so high. He is always up and ready for it, and like I said, a quick recovery period so that means even MORE sex.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Meh, he probably chills on his phone, or talks with you afterwards, sleeps like an hour or so later if the two of you don’t end up going again.

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sorry for the late reply 🫶 all the requests are slowly in the works so please be patient with me 😭

but anyway as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

#beta squad #aj shabeel #aj shabeel x reader #aj shabeel x you #smut #alphabet

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im-657-mv · 2 years

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yandere alphabet mike wheeler

[requested]

-[A]ffection-

How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

it can be hard for him to express his emotions sometimes

but trust me, he would do anything for you

he can be distant at times but he hates when you talk to other people

-[B]lood-

How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

honestly i can't see him doing anything remotely harmful to others

he plays more with emotions

so no i don;t think he would kill another human

-[C]ruelty-

How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

he wouldn't know what to do

plus you're probably a crying mess and he's just standing there

just watching you

he would try his best though to make you "comfortable" by his own definition

-[D]arling-

Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes but i dont think he could if he wanted

he is an awkward person and i think he would rather just watch

and lets be honest here this man is clueless

-[E]xposed-

How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

none

he just wants to hear about you

you and only you

-[F]ight-

How would they feel if their darling fought back?

pissed

not really like fuming angry just more of disappointed

why? why would you leave his safe presence?

-[G]ame-

Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he just genuinely loves you

he wants your everything

and he wants you safe, from other people

and things

-[H]ell-

What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

him kidnapping you

he would be physically dominating and would probably accidentally hurt you in some way or another

and he would definitely knock you out with a frying pan or something

-[I]deals-

What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

you safe in his arms, away from all the chaos in both of your lives

somewhere warm and cozy

-[J]ealousy-

Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

oh definitely

this man sees you with another person and immediately his nostrils start flaring

and he would definitely pull you away from whatever conversation you were having just so he can be with you

-[K]isses-

How do they act around or with their darling?

surprisingly sweet

but quiet...

-[L]ove letters-

How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

stalking lol

very protective and jealous

and kinda forceful when you actually go into a "relationship"

loves holding your hand too

-[M]ask-

Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

he's cold, jealous, protective, and easily aggravated

-[N]aughty-

How would they punish their darling?

isolation

he would probably lock you in his basement until you behaved properly

-[O]ppression-

How many rights would they take away from their darling?

the right to have friends

why would you want to talk to anyone other than him?

-[P]atience-

How patient are they with their darling?

surprisingly patient

-[Q]uit-

If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

god no

he would hunt you down until you're by his side

-[R]egret-

Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

-[S]tigma-

What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

the feeling of needing someone there

and also because of everything

he has to protect you

even if you hate him for it

-[T]ears-

How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

as cold as he may seem

he hates seeing you in pain

-[U]nique-

Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

no, just a classic yandere

-[V]ice-

What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

you can definitely play up into being in love and gaining his trust

-[W]it’s end-

Would they ever hurt their darling?

he crosses many lines

but hurting you is not one of them

-[X]oanon-

How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

i dont think he would necessarily worship you

but he would try to pull you away from your friends

slowly but surely

-[Y]earn-

How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

years

he loves you but he would hate to go to extreme lengths

-[Z]enith-

Would they ever break their darling?

yes but not on purpose

#yandere stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x male reader #gender neutral #mike wheeler x male reader #mike wheeler x reader #stranger things x reader #yandere mike wheeler #yandere mike wheeler x male reader

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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A Measure of Worth

Pairing: Dean x Reader (She/Her)

Summary: Dean cannot stop the protective rage building in his after a hunt that nearly went wrong. But when she questions her self worth, Dean is left questioning everything

Word Count: 2611

Warnings: Depression, low self-esteem, self-hatred, questioning self worth, self sacrificial tendencies

Y/N = Your name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour

“What the hell were you thinking (Y/N)?!?” Dean’s voice echoed in the small motel room as he threw his duffle bag on one of the two twin beds before turning on his heel again to face the woman still standing in the doorway. Her jaw set and (Y/E/C) eyes blazing with a barely restrained fire as bright as her beautiful soul.

“I was thinking I saved your ass Winchester,” She huffed back, the sound of her voice still sending pleasurable shivers up and down Dean’s spine even as he was seething in protective rage.

It was just the two of them on this hunt, with Sam sitting it out to handle research of another hunter’s case back at the bunker. That alone had put Dean’s nerves on edge from the very start. The thought of just him and her, alone for days on end, was enough to set his pulse racing as he fought the feelings that threatened to slip past greedy lips if he let his guard down even a little bit. But he couldn’t…

She was just so goddamn perfect. And he… Well, fuck, he was Dean Winchester; broken beyond repair. (Y/N) deserved better than him. She deserved heaven itself.

Hell, she was heaven.

She was just so goddamn good and bright. Leaving him stealing glances at her as he feared he’d just burn up if he looked at her straight on. Fighting the need to shield his eyes and revelling in the beauty and warmth that surrounded her. Like the soft evening sun, settling against his skin and letting him soak in it, enjoying the moment.

Just being around her made him feel like he wanted to be a better man. Made him feel like he was safe, that this fucked up world was worth saving. She was the light at the end of the tunnel. The first break of daylight after a rough night. She made it all feel like it was worth it. Like there was still some reason to keep fighting for the unfair world that kept kicking him when he was down, if only because it was the world she lived in.

Or at least, that was what he normally felt. Right then and there; standing fuming and furious on the motel room carpet, all he felt was fear.

Dean was afraid. Terrified for the foolishly brave woman who was glaring at him, framed by the dim evening light behind her back and the motel room door. Refusing to back down even though she’d put herself in harm's way again. Just like she always did.

She was always so goddamn ready to sacrifice herself to save him… To save anyone really. Never understanding that if anything ever happened to her, there’d be no more him. If she got hurt, or… Fuck. Worse…

He’d lose the only good thing he had left in this godforsaken world; her smile.

“Wrong! You weren’t thinking! You could have gotten yourself killed. That fucking werewolf was coming…” Dean shot back as he tore his eyes off of her to stalk towards the middle of the motel room. The aching, searing need to keep her safe forced him to stay in constant motion as every single nerve in his body screamed at him to wrap her in his arms and never let her go.

“I knew what I was doing Dean. I’m not new to this. I can handle myself,” (Y/N) shot back, not letting Dean finish his sentence. Where his voice was loud and shaky, hers kept a dangerously low volume. An icy chill replaced the intense heat of the earlier fury as she finally stepped fully into the motel room and let the door swing shut with just a little bit more force than necessary.

“You say that, but all I saw out there was a fucking greenhorn. You know we don’t act before we think. Those kinda reckless actions get people killed in our business,” Dean shot back, turning back to face her once the outside world was fully shut out and he was alone with her again. Unable to stand not seeing her when the new breaks to his heart from the close call were still so damned fresh.

“You’re one to talk. You always throw yourself headfirst into a fight. I had to act. If I hadn’t then that werewolf would’ve launched itself on you instead. Luckily, I make a fairly good target,” She quipped back, stalking towards him, shoulders squared and eyes blazing.

“You’re not a target damn it!” Dean was yelling, he knew he was. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to raise his voice at all, yet that was all he seemed capable of doing.

He’d told himself, on the whole deathly silent car ride back from the hunt to stay calm. To just talk to her; to make her understand how much she meant to him without letting the full extent of his feelings slip. But, he couldn’t help it. She was just so goddamn good, and yet so stupidly self-sacrificing.

Just like him.

The explosive quality to his voice had her falter slightly. Teasing the smallest microscopic flinch from her as she took a step back from the pure protective need rolling off of him in waves. Yet, the slightly raised volume in his voice didn’t deter her for long.

As soon as she’d stepped back she was pushing forward again. Crowding him as she funnelled the unused adrenaline from the hunt into the current fight instead.

“I kept the damned mutt from biting you didn’t I?” Her own voice rose until it bounced off the faded motel room wallpaper and ricocheted back at the two of them in the middle of the small, claustrophobic motel room. Each searing word heating up the air around him as Dean struggled to catch his breath.

“I can take care of myself Dean,” She continued, fire simmering into ice cold anger as she stepped even closer to him. Until she was nearly close enough for Dean to just reach out and…

No.

He had to keep her safe. And though, with the mix of protective anger, adrenaline and pure adoration that was flooding his veins, he was aching to kiss her, he couldn’t. The arms of Dean Winchester were not a safe place to be. Hell, she’d be safer far, far away from him. Though he doubted he was selfless enough to let go of her in that way, even as he was actively holding her at an arms’ length.

So, instead he kept his resolve strong and wet his lips as he funelled all his love for her into the desperate need to make her see she didn’t have to risk herself to save him. That, in doing so, she’d just end up hurting them both.

“Then fucking prove it!” His voice rose with hers, with words so very different from those he really wanted to say.

“I think I just did! I kept you safe didn’t I? I thought that’s what my role in all this was,” She shot back, not willing to budge and still somehow believing her nearly fatal attempt at shielding him was the right thing to do. Her words hit Dean hard, like a fucking battering ram to the solar plexus. Leaving him slightly winded as his next angry words came out a bit lower, though no softer in their delivery.

“Your role? You’re a hunter (Y/N). Not a freaking shield,” He growled, holding her bright eyes with his green ones and refusing to let her look away as it was now his turn to crowd her. Walking her backwards towards one of the faded paisley print walls until her back hit it with a soft thud. The sounds of her back against the wall lulling everything into a momentary heavy silence. Tense with fear and desperation and something more…

Something fragile.

“Why not? That’s all I’m good for…” Her voice was barely even a low whisper when the words finally came. The hurt staining each soft syllable like a fucking bullet to the very core of him.

She sounded so small, so tired. And all Dean wanted was to wrap her in his arms and brush the hurt away with calloused fingertips against her soft skin. Her quiet delivery stood in complete contrast to the earlier angry yells that had left her only seconds before, as her eyes moved from his to look down at the little space remaining between them.

The barely-there glance at the space made Dean painfully aware of how close she was. Fuck, his lips were barely inches from hers. But, as her words sank in, they just as quickly pulled him out of that train of thought. His eyes instead shooting up to try and catch hers again.

“What? Why would you…” His voice echoed her breathless whisper and came out soaked in the same pain as hers. Since Dean always hurt if she was hurting. After all, she had his heart, and whatever damage was done to hers was mirrored on his where he’d slipped it into her hand when she wasn’t looking.

“The world needs you, Dean. You and Sammy. It always had. All of this? It’s all about the two of you… It’s you people turn to, you people trust. Me… I’m just… I’m dead weight,” She sighed, the fight fully draining from her tense shoulders as she leaned fully against the paisley wallpaper and kept her eyes downcast.

“Why? (Y/N)… You know that’s not…” Dean’s words were sticking in his throat. Caught in the hurricane of hurt that wanted to leave him like a strangled sob as the reality of her thoughts sank in.

She didn’t think she mattered.

Even though she was everything to him.

“It is Dean. I’m not as strong as Sam and you. You’ve been hunting for years. I’m just holding you back. If I can help keep you safe so you can live to fight another day… That sounds like a good way to do my bit for a safer world,” She ended her words with a defeated shrug. Like her lot in life had already been predetermined for her. But no, Dean knew, without a doubt, that she was meant for so much more than that.

“No… God, no, sweetheart. You don’t get to say that. You matter,” He choked out. Unwilling to let her minimise her role in his life in that way. But she wasn’t listening; her eyes still downcast into the small space between them.

“Do I? Sometimes I feel like I could just… Disappear. And no one would even notice. There’s always other hunters, other friends… Other people who’d do more,”

“But there’s only one of you... (Y/N), you might not always see it, but you’re amazing. You matter to the people around you. You’re the bright spot in someone’s dreary day. Hell, You’re my bright spot,” Dean argued back, though his voice remained soft and soothing; a barely there whisper meant for her ears only and the vast universe of feelings trapped in the few inches of space between them.

“But…”

“No buts sweetheart. Let me say this,” It was Dean’s turn to cut her off now. Not wanting to hear her say another bad word about his world. Because, hell, she was his world.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met (Y/N). Your smile, your voice, your talents and your drive; they shine. Sometimes you leave me breathless. Hell, sometimes you’re so bright I have to fight the urge to shield my eyes in fear that I’ll just… Burn up from all this…” Dean swallowed hard as the word ‘love’ threatened to spill from his lips. It was basically a conditioned reflex by now; yet he still had to take a second to wet his lips and breathe before he found his voice again.

“It’s ok to feel down, it’s ok to struggle. We all do from time to time. But rely on us. Rely on me. Your heart is just so big; you just feel things a little deeper, a little harder. And damn it if that isn’t just the most beautiful thing ever. You love so deep… And the people who matter, they feel that; they know it, they love you for it. And I…” Dean stopped, drawing in a shaky breath as he broke down the walls around his own bruised and battered heart; offering it up in sacrifice to her.

Even if it wouldn’t mean much.

Hell, if his soon to follow rejection and heartbreak could help prove that she was loved, then Dean would willingly offer it all up to her. Swallowing hard, he let his head fall slightly forward, bridging the gap between them until his forehead rested against her crown of (Y/H/C) hair.

“I love you (Y/N). I told myself I wouldn’t say it… I’m not good enough for someone as perfect as you. But I do love you. With every single part of my tattered and broken heart,” Dean’s voice was just the ghost of a whisper as he delivered them into the soft strands of hair framing her face and hiding her eyes from him. And, just as quickly as he’d dared to bridge that gap, he pulled back again. Afraid he’d said too much, been too forward, and bracing himself for the rejection that was sure to follow.

Yet, it wasn’t a hurt that left those beautiful lips like sweet nectar. No… As her big doe eyes, wet with unshed tears, finally lifted to meet his, Dean found salvation in them, not rejection.

“Me too… I love you too Dean,” Though Dean didn’t recognize the words at first; muffled as they were by the walls he was hastily trying to rebuild around his heart in hopes that he’d still be able to stay her friend; a role he treasured more than anything else on this earth.

“I know you don’t feel the same and… Wait… You what?” Dean stumbled over his words as her response finally sank in. His voice caught in his throat as green eyes widened incredulously at the miracle in front of him.

Lifting his hand, Dean held his breath as he replaced the space between them with feather light touches. Fingers ghosting over her collarbone and her jaw, in the same way his eyes had done countless times. He needed to touch her; to ensure himself she was really there. That this wasn’t just some self-serving fantasy that would only aid in his heartbreak down the line. But (Y/N) was there…

She was there and she loved him.

“You love me,” He whispered, this time his words were not a question. As his palm cupped her warm cheek, he felt more than saw her tiny nod as his hand swallowed the barely-there movement. But it was enough. Hell, that tiny nod was enough to shift his whole world. Shaking it off of its axis as he felt at once both giddy and struck down by sudden vertigo.

No… This time his words were definitely not a question. They were a prayer, an awestruck gasp. He just needed to re-confirm her feelings for himself as he felt her below his fingertips.

“I do,” (Y/N) said, her voice shaky as she finally dared to meet his eyes properly again. And as her smile slowly brightened even further, Dean leaned in and tasted the sunshine on her lips with a soft kiss shaped like the million little ways he loved her.

She was finally his – and Dean finally felt worthy.

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corie-is-writing · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [WELCOME TO THE VILLAIN'S WORLD] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ Ghostbusters era ´ˎ˗

note: did I really make an oc just to name this ghostbusters era? yes, yes I did. kinda long chapter because I wanted to get the prologue out the way. less dividers for now because of the limit.

After your shocking realization that you can't fight, you let out a shrilling scream that could've shook the house.

"What are you screaming for..." The grey beast asked, irritated as he enters the room.

One look at the ghosts and Grim lets out a scream that matched yours. "GYYAA! G-g-ghooosts!"

The ghosts all float around and laugh at your screams, a chubby one, dubbed Ghost B for now, begins to speak.

"The people living here got scared of us and left" Ghost B says with a smile.

"We've been looking for more ghost pals," A bigger looking ghost dubbed Ghost C says, looking at you and Grim. "How about you guys?" His question sends shivers down your spine.

"There's no way I'm gonna turn into a ghost right after I just got here.." You mutter, brows furrowed. Flinching as the ghosts turn to you, finding amusement in how quick your bravery left you.

"Uuh..Uhhh! Grim the Great Magician isn't afraid of some ghosts! Funnyaaah!" The furry beast takes a deep breath in before breathing fire, targeting the ghosts.

Grim's efforts are futile as his eyes are shut closed, not aware of where he is aiming.

"Who're you targeting?"

"Over here, over here! Heheheee!"

The ghosts mocked and laughed. Grim grows irritated as they keep disappearing.

"Grim! don't close your eyes!" You shout, he turns to you with a glare.

"Shuddup! Don't try to order me around!" Grim yells. You frown at his words and cross your arms, giving him a disapproving look.

'Time to act like my mother..!' You think, "Grim! That's no way to speak to someone trying to help, don't you want to win the Headmaster's favor?!"

His blue eyes widen for a moment and he ponders, "Mgmm....I'm a genius! I can take care of em myself!" The ghosts clearly not convinced that he can.

"Bunch of cowards ganging up on us!" Grim scowls.

"It's now or never, Grim! do it for a tuna as well!" You offer, Grim's eyes light up at the thought of earing tuna.

"Grr... Oi human Tell me where the ghosts are!"

You're gonna need to work on his manners, but for now, you'll forgive him.

Chasing away the ghosts was– surprisingly, very easy. All you had to do was stay calm, steady your breathing, and watch.

The novel doesn't give much unfortunately information about how the fight against ghosts went, only the overblots.

The game either has a turn based battle or a rhythm game, and in the latter, Yuu presumably tells Grim where to aim and shows where the ghosts appear in, so you used that tactic.

"LEFT!" You yell out to Grim as Ghost A appears, he immediately turns and blue flames emerge from his mouth.

The ghosts screech as they float away, "Hee, heeee! We're goners, run away!" they shout.

They phase through the walls and disappear, leaving you and a panting Grim.

"E-eh? We...won?" Grim questioned, his ears raised in confusion as he looks at the spot the ghosts disappeared at.

"That was amazing! You did great, Grim!" You praise, clapping your hands softly. Some compliments would do you good if you want Grim to listen to you.

"Hah..that was sc..No, I wasn't scared at all!" The beast quickly corrects himself. "This is nothing for the great Grim! How 'bout that, ghosts? you done?" His boasts distract you from the sound of a feathered man suddenly appearing.

"Good evening. I have graciously bought you supper." Crowley announces, you and Grim turn.

"You're the monster that ran amuck during the entrance ceremony!" Crowley states the obvious, blinking. "I threw you out of the school. What are you doing here!?"

'You didn't do anything though...' You think. The students were the ones that did the most work.

Grim huffs at the question, puffing his chest proudly. "I exterminated the ghosts here, be grateful!" Grim's explanation makes Crowley raise a brow. (If he even has any)

"Hmm? What do you mean by that?" The masked man asks.

"There were three ghosts here, Grim and I scared them off." You give a quick explanation.

"Now that you mention it, there were some prankster ghosts living here so students keep away from this dormitory." He recalls. "That's why it's empty."

"Hmm..I never expect the two of you to work together," Crowley muses.

"I'm not gonna overlook that "together" comment." Grim huffs, "They were just standing there while I did all the work." Annoyed, You grab him by the back of his neck, making him yelp.

"And who exactly stopped you from burning down the dorm and told you where the ghosts are, hmm?" You question.

"Gyaa! Put me down, human!"

You let go, dropping him. Grim barely managed to land on his feet. "I told you to not speak so rudely."

Crowley coughs, ignoring what just happened.

"I'd like to see the two of you to show me how you exterminated those ghosts." He says.

"But we've already gotten rid of all the ghosts! Before that; give me more tuna!" Grim yells, and you knew better than to kick him right then and there.

"I shall be the ghost, "Crowley offers. "If you beat me, I'll give you tuna cans. For I am gracious!"

You ignore the last part as he gulps down a transformation potion, why does he even have that?

Grim groans. "I don't wanna. This is a pain and I have to team up with them again.." He mutters.

"Let's just get over with it, do it for the tuna cans."

The flaming beast gives a low growl before speaking. "This is the last time! You absolutely, absolutely have to give me my tuna cans after this!" Grim demands.

Grim pants after one last fire, smirking proudly. "How 'bout that?!"

Crowley stares, transformation potion already worn off, and blinks.

"I can't believe it...there is a person who can command mosnters." The masked man says, obviously referring to you.

"To be honest with you, my intuition as a educator has been telling me that you have a talent as trainer during the entrance ceremony." Crowley confesses what sounds like a lie to you.

"But..no matter how.." The last parts of his words are too quiet to hear.

"Could you let Grim stay here with me?" You suggest.

"What now? A monster? Here?" Crowley asks, surprised.

"Yes, I'm scared the ghosts might come back, and it would be a good look for the school you let a monster join here, no?" You say, "You'd be like a saint to others for giving the beast another chance despite his..flashy entrance."

Crowley falls for the bait, and smiles. "What an excellent idea! Ahem, it can't be helped. Very well then." He agrees.

"Hnn?!" Really?!" Grim asks in surprise and joy.

"However. I can't simply allow someone, let alone a monster, who wasn't chosen by the dark mirror into this school." Crowley explains before continuing. "Also, I can't let you be a freeloader here until you return to your own world."

"Well, talk about a short-lived joy.." Grim sighs.

"Let me finish. Concerning the fact that your soul was called here, the school has to take responsibility as the ones in possession of the dark mirror." Crowley takes a breath. "For the time being, you shall be permitted to stay in this dormitory for free. But you will have to provide for other necessities yourself."

Crowley thinks for a moment. "Seeing as you have nothing to your name.. Fufu, here is my proposition."

His laugh gives you the familiar odd vibe you had when you first read the novel, "I'll have you do maintenance ans odd jobs." He began.

"From what I can see, you're pretty decent at cleaning. Would you two like to become the handymen of the school?" Grim frowned and looked at him, clearly displeased.

"This way, you will receive special permission to remain on school grounds. I shall also permit usage of the library for you to gather information on how to return to your world and for learning purposes." The Headmaster tells you, smiling. "For I am gracious. However! Only after your work is done." He added.

Grim groans. "I'm not doing that! I wanna wear that fancy uniform and be a student!" He demands.

You give him a look of disapproval, "Would you rather be kicked out?" he flinches.

"Fine.." The beast grumbles.

The headmaster smiles, "Wonderful. Then, you two, devote yourselves to working as janitors at Night Raven College starting tomorrow!" Crowley says, and turns to his heels and leaves.

You stare at the retreating back of the crow, then turn your gaze to the tired beast.

"Don't think I'm going to allow you to cause trouble and not work, Grim." You remind him.

You walk up the stairs, looking for the room that Yuu slept in, leaving an irritated and slightly afraid beast behind.

Despite the rude awakening from the man with the feathered cape and ghosts, you feel energetic as the sight of the statues in main street become clearer.

"Uwaaah~" Grim looks around, eyes sparkling. "Amazing. So this is the main street..I didn't have a good look yesterday, but what's with all these statues?"

He gets closer to the statue of the Queen of Hearts. "All seven of them look pretty scary. Especially this granny."

"You don't know the queen of hearts?" An unknown voice says, you don't bother looking.

"Queen of Hearts? Is she important?" Grim questions.

"In the past, she was the queen who lived in the Rose Maze." The voice began. "She was someone who valued rules and discipline above all, strict in all things from the march of the Card soldiers to the color of bushes."

You don't bother listening to the explanation, already memorized the dialogues from the countless times you replayed or reread.

Instead, you began sweeping the fallen dead leaves with the rake, piling them together.

"By the way, who're you?" Grim asks, and you perk your head up.

"Ehehehe.."

That laugh sounds weird, and shouldn't Grim ask that by the end of the Queen of Hearts explanation? not the end of every..

"GAHHH! A GHOST!" You snap your head back at his scream. Lo and behold, a ghost in place of Ace's role has been telling the explanation.

Just then, an obnoxious laugh was heard from behind the ghost.

Ace.

"BWAHAHAHAA! The look on your faces..do you seriously not know the Main Street ghost?" The ginger mocks.

"Main Street...ghost?" You mutter, this wasn't mentioned anywhere in the novel or game, especially not in the prologue!

"Pfft..Ahahaah! I can't hold it anymore! Ahahaha!" Ace laughs, clutching his stomach. "Aren't you the guys who went crazy at the entrance ceremony?" He asks in between laughs, already knowing the answer.

"You were called by the Dark Mirror even though you can't use magic." Ace says, referring to you. "And you, a monster, weren't called but still trespassed!" He laughs again.

"Man, it took everything I had not to lose it at the ceremony." You don't have anything to lose you bi-

"WHAA?! You're a rude one!" Grim yells, ready to burn the mannerless ginger.

"So in the end you weren't enrolled and now work as janitors? Haha, pathetic." Ace chuckles.

"At least they aren't a disgusting dumb fucking ginger like you." You jump at the voice of the ghost, you had forgotten they were here.

"Eh- What the fuck?!" Ace gasps, looking at the transparent figure in surprise.

"Even a filthy bug infested beast like Grim has a better talent for magic than you."

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO INSULT ME TOO?!" Grim shouts, enraged.

"I thought I'd just mess with you two a bit since the raccoon looked dumb, but here comes an even dumber ginger with no manners trying to look better than you." The ghost continues.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP MENTIONING MY HAIR-"

What the fuck is going? Who is this ghost? Is the statue still gonna burn? Just as you think that, Grim takes a deep breath in while Ace readies his pen, wind meets fire and targets the disappearing ghosts, and hits the statue of the Queen of Hearts.

"Oh...Oh no..." The four of you say in unison.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??!!"

Just like how the story went, you, Grim, and Ace were punished. The ghost however, disappeared.

You wonder as you clean the windows, just who exactly is the Main Street ghost? this was the first time you've heard of them, how come they took Ace's place in the first meeting?

"That Ace guy is sure taking his sweet time. Who does he think he is? Making me wait! I'm pissed!" Grim groans,stretching his little paws.

Minutes pass as you two waited and waited, 10, 18, 20, 23, 26 windows have been cleaned.

And the ginger still isn't here.

"Ughh! That's it! I'm going to find that guy!" Grim yelled, you look at the small beast as he runs out the door. Putting down the rag, you follow him quickly.

Barging into an empty classroom, Grim yells. "Orraaa! Where's Ace?! you'll pay for hiding!" He looks around, and falls quiet when he realizes no one is here. "Eh, nobody is here..?"

"No, I'm here."

You both jump at the sound of a new voice, the portrait.

"GYAAA! The portrait talked?!" Grim shouts, jumping onto you in fear.

The portrait scoffs at your reactions. "What now? talking portraits are not a rare sight in this school, no?" He began. "Everybody here can speak, including the Lady on the over there, and the Gentleman on the wall over here."

You cough, gathering the attention of the paintings. "I'm sorry for our rude reactions. I am Y/n and this is Grim." You greet, introducing yourselves.

"We're looking for Ace Trappola, he has strange hair and a heart mark on his face." The portrait hums, thinking for a bit.

"Ah yes, I know him." He speaks. "He's one of the long ago..."

"Waaahaaaat?!" Grim shouts. "So he really did try to go! Which way did he go?" He asks.

"The entryways leading to the dormitories are in the inner part of the East Wing." The portrait answers.

"Hey!" Grim catches your attention. "We're going after him!" He leaves no room for an answer before leaving.

"Thank you for the help!" You smile at the portraits. You run after Grim.

You enter the Hall of Mirrors, and there you see a certain ginger walking by with his hands behind his hand.

"HEEEEY!! YOUUUU!!" Grim shouts, surprising Ace.

"Ack! They found me!" The ginger quickly picks up the pace, running as Grim chases him and you follow closely behind.

"Outta my way! Outta my way!" Ace yells as he pushes a familiar blue haired boy.

"Eh..oo-ooh?!"

'Deuce!' You smile, "Please catch him! he's trying to skip out on punishments!" You yell, grabbing his attention.

"Magic to capture somebody?!" He blinks, and begins to think. !I should freeze their legs, no. How about restrain them? Or I could... Uummm..."

"Anything is fine! I don't care how just hit him hard!" The beast yells, pulling Deuce out of his thoughts.

"Anything?! ...Eeeiii!! Anything is fine, come forth..something heavy!" Deuce yells. At his command, a large cauldron appears... And falls on Ace.

"GUEEEH!! What the..a cauldron?!!" Ace looks at the heavy pot confusingly, unable to move or get it off him.

You almost laugh at the sight, you bit your tongue and hold back. 'He might be hurt, no time for laughs!"

Grim on the other hand, has let his laughter fill the room. "Gyahahaha! Look at him! as flat as a pancake!" The beast mocks.

"I didn't think I'd get a cauldron..did I overdo it?" The Two of Spades looks in concern as he mutters to himself.

You catch up to the others and cast one glance at Ace before turning to Deuce. "Thanks so much! That was so cool!" You smile.

The blue haired blushes, the tips of his ears turn red. "Ahh..i-it's no problem..?"

"Man this hurts.." Ace groans, "Couldn't you have left me alone and wiped those 100 windows in a flash for me?" You sigh.

"That's not something you can do in a flash." You speak, "Besides, it's your fault as well!"

Deuce glances between the two of you. "Wiping 100 windows as a punishment..what on earth did you do?" He asks.

"That damn Mainstreet Ghost picked a fight with me, just when I was about to blow him away, the furball tried to burn him." Ace sighed, "And...it hit the Statue of the Queen of Hearts instead."

Deuce's eyes widened, his jaw hung low. "THE STATUE OF THE QUEEN OF HEARTS??" He yelled..

The blue haired sweated. He ran a hand through his hair. "You damaged one of the Great Seven statues.. You get into a prestigious school then do something like this.." Deuce murmured.

Ace clicked his tongue and shot a glare. "Shuddup. And who are you anyways?" He questioned.

"I'm Deuce Spade. Would it hurt to remember your classmates' faces at least...umm..." He trailed off as he tries to remember his name.

"You don't remember me either." Ace said, exasperated.

Deuce blushes, "M-My point is!" He began, bashfully. "If the Headmaster tells you to do something then you better take it seriously."

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you." The ginger sighs, finally getting up. "Then, let's get it done and over with...Hmm?" He looks around at the spot Grim just stood on.

"Grim's gone." You point out, rather calmly.

"AHH! THAT FURBALL!" Ace shouted, furious. He turns to Deuce. "H-hey.. um, Juice?" He says, more of a question really.

"It's Deuce! Deu!" The Two of Spades says, pointing at the ginger.

"Whatever!" Ace yells, "You're partially responsible so help us catch that furball!" He demands.

Deuce raises a brow, "Why me?" He asks.

"This deadweight can't use magic so they can't help! now come on!" You feel a vein pop at the name he called you, but the boy ran off before you can tell him off.

You groan, "Sorry about this Deuce..But I'd really appreciate your help!" You say, clasping your hands together with a hopefull look.

"I..Don't worry about it!" Deuce blushes, "I can't just let troublemakers escape punishment like that!" He says, then rushes to catch up with Ace. You follow shortly behind.

You stare at the fallen chandelier, exasperated and worn out from the sudden marathon.

Next to you stood a bashful and worried Deuce. Near the chandelier stood Ace, frightened, and a passed out Grim not too far for him.

And now you were threatened with expulsion.

"Please! Anything but that!" Deuce begs, casting a pitiful look.

"You have nothing to blame for but your own idiocy.." Crowley says.

You drown out the rest of the conversation, mindlessly staring at the broken chandelier.

'I have..' You gulp, digging your nails into your palm. 'I have to fight a phantom..don't I?' You finish your thought.

"There's one way." You turn to the Headmaster, finally listening in. "There might be one way to fix the chandelier." He states.

The Knave of Hearts and the Two of Spades look at the Headmaster with eagerness, their eyes twinkling with hope.

"The magic crystal for this chandelier was mined in the Dwarf's Mine." Crowley begins to explain. "If we have a magic crystal of the same kind as the original, then repair might be possible."

"I will go find a magic crystal!" Deuce announced. "Please, allow me to go!"

"However, I have no guarantee there are any left in the mine." The crow mentions. "The mine has been closed for a while and it's very possible it is exhausted of crystals." He adds.

"I'll do anything to get our expulsion rescinded!" You can't help but smile at the blue haired as he includes you and the others.

"I..I'll also do it!" You suddenly say, surprising the others. Though you shortly regret it afterwards.

"..Very well. I shall give you one night." Crowley says. "Come to me with a magic crystal by tomorrow morning or face expulsion." he states.

"Yes! Thank you very much!" Deuce says with a smile.

Ace silently sighs, "Oh boy, fine. Let's go get the magic crystal and be done with it." You nod and walk towards the unconscious beast, picking him up with ease.

'He's surprisingly light..' Grim's eyes shutter open, his dazed look makes you almost giggle.

"Huh..? What happened..?" The beast asks in a slurred speech.

"Hush now and go back to sleep, kitty."

After a few moments of dizziness and nausea, you take a look around you.

You notice you're in a dark forest with small river that has a bridge, you're entirely surrounded by tall moss covered trees.

Across you can see a rundown cottage with cobwebs, the paint beginning to peel off and the roof about to cave in.

"So this is the Dwarf's Mine.." Deuce speaks, observing the state of the place. "It used to be prosperous, thanks to magic crystal mining but.." He trails off.

"Uuuhhh..Feels like something could jump out." Grim commented. He shivers slightly as his fur moves with the direction of the cold wind.

"Oh, there's a house back there." Ace acknowledged, "Let's go ask them about the mine." He suggests becofe making his way on the creaky bridge.

As you enter the cottage, particals of dust make you all cough and tear up. The inside is worse of the cottage is definitely worse. cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and walls, a soot covered fireplace that has not been maintained in years, rusty fallen chairs and a dirty table with a dusty rug on top.

"Aren't the tables and chairs on the small side?" Ace mentions. "Are they for kids?" He wonders before beginning to count.

"Seven?! So many..!" The ginger exclaims.

"This was probably a lively home when Dwarf's mine was thriving." Deuce suggests.

You all decide staying here is pointless, and walk to the entrance of the Dwarf's Mine.

The cave is barely visible in the dark night, you can hear the wind echoing from inside into alluring hums, vines and moss covered the rocks and trees from the outside.

"W-we're going in there?!" Grim stutters, shaking as his blue eyes peer into the dark place.

"Ya scared? How lame." The ginger smirked, making the beast's flaming ears grow bigger as he glares.

"Naaanh?! I'm not scared at all!" Grim growls, taking a deep breath in before beginning to walk. "I'm taking the lead! You guys, follow me!" He exclaims.

You walk into the cave, and you look at all the gems sparkling as they illuminate the path. 'How pretty.' You think.

Deuce halts, eyes widened as he eyes the front of the path. "Wait!" He yells.

You and the others stop, turning to him. "What." Ace raises a brow.

"Something..is there!" The blue haired says, pointing into the darkness.

Pale ghastly figures lurking in the shadows slowly reveal themselves. Ghosts with cloaks and an eerie smile on their faces.

"Eeek?!" Grim shrieks, clawing into your clothes as he climbs up your shoulder.

"Heee heee heee..!" One giggles, their voice echoes through the dark cave. "Our first visitors since 10 years!"

"Make yourselves at home!" The other chuckles. "For an eternity!"

"GHOSTSSS!!!" The cards and the beast shout, ready to escape.

You hum for a moment, pondering their offer. "I'm sorry, hut we didn't come here to stay." You say.

The ghosts perk their head up at you, unsure of what to think about your calmness. They giggle and raise their hands up. "But we'll be sooo lonely if you leave~" They say, ready to chase.

You pull Grim off your shoulder, "They can't do much if you're not scared, so stay calm and be ready to burn them." You whisper to him.

"Stop spacing out and run!" Ace yells, grabbing the back of the collar of your shirt.

"Heee heee heee!" The ghosts laugh, floating to you. "Don't leeavve usss! Heee heee heee!"

You all outrun the ghosts, panting as you come to a stop. Thankfully you've managed to ward off the ghosts with the help of your directions.

'I should join ghostbusters with the amount of times I've fought ghosts..' You huff, resting your hands on your knees.

"We'd better hurry!" Deuce says, wiping the sweat off his head.

"Don't think you can just order me around." Ace snaps, shooting a glare. "We wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if you hadn't done something so idiotic!"

"You wanna talk about who started it? It's 'cause you wouldn't clean!"

"Oh, we're pointing fingers now? That furball over there burned the Queen of Hearts' statue first!"

"Ffgna! That's on you and that damn ghost!"

You zone out on the banter as you look ahead, paralyzed as you hear quiet yet heavy steps and approaching you.

"Guys..Did you hear that?" You question, the others turn to you and stay silent.

"...on't...ive.....wo...." Something in the dark groans, alarming the others. It's steps grow louder as it gets closer, making the ground shake slightly.

"Wh-what's...this voice?" Ace asks, yet no one could give an answer.

No one but you.

Yet how can you give an answer when you so desperately pray that it isn't what you think it is?

'How am I gonna get out of this one..' You look down, your hands go cold and numb as the steps stop.

"...crystal....is....M..INEEEE!"

With all the might you have, you force yourself to raise your head, and your eyes meet a digusting sight.

A glass bottle as a head, cracked with ink oozing out of it like blood, it stains the maroon colored button shirt. It holds a large pickaxe that drags and scrapes along the ground and a lit latern on the other hand. It has no legs nor face, yet it moves with its pudgy ink that leaves a trail behind and speaks as if it has a mouth.

A truly monstrous sight that you've never wished to see.

'God this is so much scarier that in the ga- holy fuck it STINKS.' You resist the urge to gag as you take note of it's odor, like rotting acidic meat and old ink with fleas.

"OII Y/N! HURRY AND RUN!" Ace shouts, dragging you out of your thoughts.

You run with the others and seek shelter behind a wall of rocks, leaning against it as you catch your breath.

"W-what the hell was that..." Deuce breathes out. Ace plops down on the ground and calms his shaking body.

"It's so nasty! But didn't it mention a 'crystal'?!" Ace recalls.

"Eeeeh?!" Grim looks at Ace in shock. "A crystal..?" He murmurs.

"So there really are magic crystals left!" Deuce exclaims, getting up from the ground.

Grim shakes his head furiously, "N-n-n-nope! Nope! I'm a genius but I don't stand a chance against that thing!" He yells.

"But we'll be expelled without it..I'm going!" Deuce declares. Ace and you look at him dumbfounded.

"It's too dangerous by yourself.." You say quietly. Deuce stays silent for a moment, looking down at his feet. His nails digging into the palm of his hand.

He raises his head, his eyes filled with determination and courage. "I cannot.." Deuce begins. "I cannot, under any circumstances, be expelled!"

Your eyes widen at his declaration, a feeling of warmth envelopes itself in your chest as hope lights your dim path.

'I can't just stay back and watch them get hurt..' You bite your lips, 'No matter how afraid I am..'

You grip onto your sleeves tightly, furrowing your brows.

No matter what, you'll use your knowledge to protect them!

How stupid you were, to think you would be able to fight against that thing.

Yet here you all are, panting and shivering as you lean against trees, straying far from the cave.

"Oooooww... What in the world is that?" Ace groans, rubbing the back of his head.

"It doesn't seem like any old ghost." Deuce says, sighing.

"Let's give up and go home. I'd rather get expelled than fight that thing." Ace suggests, frowning.

Deuce widens his eyes, looking at Ace with anger. "Wha?" Don't screw with me!" "There was a magic crystal in front of us. You think I could just give up and leave?!" He yells.

"Ha. You talk big for someone worse at magic than me." The ginger spat, "Go alone if you want. I'm done." Ace gets up, huffing.

"Oooh, that right? Then stay right there like a spineless coward!" Deuce shouts, glaring.

"Huuuh?!" Ace snaps, "Coward?! Who exactly are you talking about?!"

as the two banter again, you walk up to the entrance, stopping just a few feet away.

'I couldn't do anything..' You sigh, lightly slapping your face. "What good am I for if I can't even use my knowledge to survive." You mutter.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Grim asks, the other two turn their heads to you, brows raised.

You panic slightly, but soften your gaze as an idea pops up in your head.

"I'm going in there." You say. The others stare at you in shock, their mouths agape.

"Are you stupid?! A magicless human like you?! in there?!" Grim yells, wondering if you've lost your marbles.

You smirk, eyes lighting up with mischief. "Of course! Imagine how embarrassing it must be for a so called "great magician" and two students of Night Raven College to be too afraid to fight a monster." You pause.

"Yet a poor magicless human has a guts to go in there and avoid expulsion~" You finish.

"Why you..! Suddenly speaking like that..!" Ace grumbles, glaring at you.

"So you plan on taking the spotlight for yourself?" Grim says, scowling. "I can't let a stupid henchman of mine do that! I'm going in!" He decides.

The Knave of Hearts and the Two of Spades snap their head to the beast, "Eh?!"

You click your tongue a bit. "Well..I guess it'd be cool if a human commanded a wild beast to fight for them." You murmur, just loud enough for the others to hear.

"Then, I guess it's just scaredy cats like you two who'd get expelled." You grin, eyeing the Heartslabyul students.

"Why you..! I'll show you who's a scaredy cat!" Ace clenches his fists. "I'm going with you!"

"So am I!" Deuce speaks up.

You smile, and take a deep breath in.

"Then, listen to my plan."

You walk around the cave, gems in your hands that shined brightly enough to be mistaken for a magic crystal

A hesitant and awkward smile appears on your face as you take a deep breath in. "Oh~ What lovely magic crystals I have!" You cheer.

As your voice echoes, heavy footsteps are suddenly heard. You turn right and left, looking for wherever that thing could appear from.

"I'm so glad I have all these magic crystals..." You trail off as you see a light shine and hear a pickaxe scraping along the ground. The large inky phantom appears, presumably staring right at you. "To..mys-myself...?"

"Crystals....MINEEEE!"

You take that as your cue and dash right off, bringing it as far as you can outside the cave.

It's pickaxe very narrowly misses you as it swings for your head, you slide right under and with one last sprint your far enough from the cave.

Ace and Grim see you and the monster chasing behind, they ready their magic, and as you dash to the side, a whirl of wind appears on Ace's command. "Extra Large Tempest!"

"And the Great Grim's Fire Special!"

The beast breathes out fire that meets with the wind, transforming into a tornado of fire that makes it's way to the phantom.

"Guaaaahh!!?" It screams in confusion at the sudden attack, unable to move as it is caught.

"Now's our chance!" You yell to Deuce, he readies his magic, concentrated as he aims.

"Come forth, cauldron!" He yells, and a cauldran pops out from the sky and falls onto the phantom, trapping it.

"Nice work, everyone!" Grim praises, "The monster looks as flat as a pancake like Ace earlier!" He adds, making Ace groan.

"You don't need to bring that up again!"

"Let's go get the magic crystal while that thing can't move!"

You all run past the phantom, as you do, you hear a quiet plea from the distance. 'Sorry buddy..!' You look behind shoulder in pity.

"There! A magic crystal!" Deuce exclaims, the gem in his hands sparkling.

"Great! Let's go-"

"Hands ...offfff!!!" The phantom yells, it's struggling beginning to cesse as it calms and is about to be freed.

"Oi Deuce! Throw more stuff on it!" Grim commands, turning to Deuce.

"Eeeh, something heavy?!" Deuce panicked, then proceeds to summon more cauldrons. "C-come forth! Cauldron! And ummm, cauldron?"

"Nnnngggguaahh!" The screams coming from the monster grow louder and louder as the cauldrons completely trap him.

"Are cauldrons the only thing in your repertoire?!" Ace yells, brows furrowed.

"Shut up! I'm at my wits end over here!" Deuce retorts.

"Let's leave now!" You interrupt the bantering boys, in your hands another magic crystal you thankfully found.

"Roger that!" Says the ginger, you all run off again, and you hear one last scream.

"That...is...MINEEEEE!"

You all run back to the woods, the monster soon chasing after you as it brushed all the cauldrons off it's back.

"You're kidding me?! it brushed off all that stuff and came after us!" Ace yells, looking from behind as he run.

The phantom screams, demanding that you give the crystals back.

"Shoot, it's gonna catch up to us!" Deuce says, almost tripping over a rock.

"But it's weaker!" You mention. "We might be able to finish it off!"

"Ahh fine.." Ace groans, turning to Deuce. "Don't let me down, Mr. Serious!"

"You too!"

"I'll show off my true power!" Grim smirks.

You all come to a halt, magic pen in the card soldiers hands and the beast's nails gripping onto the ground as they turn to face the phantom.

"Let's get this over with!"

"Hah...hah..."

Everyone pants and groans, hands on their knees as their bodies shake and start to feel numb from the tiredness.

"We...wo..won..?" Grim says, before smiling. "We actually won!" He cheers.

"Hooray!"

"We did it!"

The cards join in as they look at the spot the phantom was in, now disintegrating into nothing..

"Victory high five~!" Grim yells, join the other boys and jumping as high as he can to high five them with his paws.

"YAAAAY!!" They cheer.

You can't help but smile at the scene, your droopy eyes forced to focus at the heartwarming sight as the boys cheer for their victory.

"I'm glad you're getting along now.." You say, the Knave of Hearts, Two of Spades, and beast look at you, embarrassed and flushed.

"I-it's nothing like that!"

"Y-yeah! Could you stop saying weird things?"

"We won because of me! not because of working together!"

You giggle at their at their excuses and lean against a tree. Ace sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess making excuses like that is pretty lame.." He mutters. "I hate to say it, but it's thanks to your plan." His words take you by surprise, your eyes soften, your smile growing bigger.

"...True. We got the magic crystal because of your level headed plan." Deuce adds, a small smile plastered on his face. "We can prevent our expulsion this way....I'm so relieved."

"It's because everyone worked together." You say, bringing your knees to your chest. "I'm glad everyone is alright.."

"Yeah, yeah." Ace yawns. "We're all relieved and seriosuly tired. Let's go back." He says.

"I'm starving from using so much magic.." Grim says, his stomach rumbling. "Hmm? what's this?"

'Oh no, oh no no no...'

"Looks like a remnant of the monster..A black magic crystal..?"

'God, please no..'

"Sniff, sniff...This thing smells so good..!"

"Grim, don-"

Just as you get up from the ground, the beast plops the stone in his mouth, and a look of delight is plastered on his face.

'Fuck no..!'

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"For making me feel" Tommyinnit X Male! Emotionless! Reader

PLATONIC

Angst

Tw: minor fighting if you squint, reader lack of self-care(kinda), I'm too much of a drama queen.

Read at your own risk.

Part 2!

Part 1:

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"What?..." Tommy's voice came out as merley a whisper, a whisper of shock and disbelief.

M/n was, crying?

How was that possible? As long as tommy had known him, m/n had never cried, never!

Hell he had never done much of anything, tommy never thought m/n could feel much of anything

His eyes widen even more as he heard m/n continue.

"I didn't know you felt that way tommy, I'm sorry for being a burden to you". M/n said tears still running down his non-stop, he looked down as he apologized once again and tommy couldn't help but feel guilty.

It's like he was stabbed, deep in the heart by the blade of guilt and regret.

Sure, m/n never felt anything or showed much of interest in things but he still lingered around tommy.

He had always been there.

That's when it clicked inside tommy.

He stayed, because he cared, he helped, because he cared.

He didn't just stay around tommy for no reason.

As he looked m/n's tear filled eyes, he couldn't help but tear up himself too

M/n may not feel, he may not show and he may not act, but he still cared.

How could he forget the countless nights were m/n stayed at his side helping him think and recover from panic attacks, how he sneaked in exile just to keep tommy company, how he followed him through everything, l'manburg, disc war, exile, dooms day.

All of those historical moments only mattered since m/n was there.

He wasn't on l'manburg's side, he wasn't on pogtopia's side.

He was on his side, on Tommy's side.

He never once left, when he needed him most he was always there.

So as he saw m/n look up and walk away tears hitting the floor repeatedly, as everything suddenly made sense, tommy ran and hugged m/n, tears now running down his face as the h/c fell on the floor surprised by the sudden action from tommy.

"Tommy? Wouldn't you prefer it if I go?, I've clearly become a burden to you and I don't want to make you upset." Said m/n, concern filling his voice like a worried mother

Tommy just sobbed deeper in the h/c's shirt as he spoke through tears and gritted teeth.

"don't you dare leave, you haven't left my side for all these years, please don't leave now because of my own stupidity."

M/m just stared down at tommy, confused.

"but I'm not wanted by you, I think you made your point tommy, really I can just go and bother you no further."

Tommy stayed quiet, processing your words, his grip on your shirt tightened, as he looked up at you glaring, angry.

"Listen to me, you will never, EVER, bother me, I let my own emotions get the best of me and forget who you were and how you acted and blamed you for something you can't control, something you were cursed with at birth, and even so you've never left my side, don't leave me now."

Your eyes widen as you looked at tommy, you smiled and hugged him, happy tears streaming from your face now.

Tommy stood up and dragged you along with him, you two continued hugging in a comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry" suddenly came Tommy's voice

"for what?" You asked, "your wound, it reopened" you hadn't even noticed.

"don't worry about it, In fact, I should be thanking you."

"what for?" Asked tommy clearly confused

"For making me feel."

(LISTEN, I KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORTER AND SHITTIER THAN THE FIRST ONE I JUST HAD A MAJOR AUTHORS BLOCK AND HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO FOR PART 2 BUT DIDN'T WANT TO LET YOU GUYS DOWN, HERE YOU GO AND IF YOU WANT ME TO RE-MAKE IT THEN JUST TELL ME AND GIVE ME SOME IDEAS, P L E A S E, 😭)

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tell me about your headcanons!!

EHEWHEEHHE HI AURORA THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME YELL

okay so basic list stuff:

chip: he/him transmasc greyaroace bi and has. some sort of back problems. also his pinkie that i keep forgetting about! also adhd too bro has 0 attention span /pos

jay: she/they transfem bisexual and BBBAD KNEE....thought she had this in canon but i might be mixing them up with mari omori.....occasional mobility aids that ollie helped her decorate :3

gil: any pronouns agender aroace but is very down for qprs. autism as hell <3 also probably other stuff i cant think of rn OH GLASSES GIL FR

ollie: THEY/THEM GENDERQUEER UNLABELLED SCREAMING IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS THE LITTLE BOY THE KEEP ONNTHE SHIP IS A GENDERNEUTRAL TERM DO YOU SEE MY VISION. also probably needs glasses. to me. and heavily adhd n autism

drey: they/them nb unlebelled nblm. gots their arms yk 👍 also kinda strikes me at nd in some way fight me on this

gryffon: okay. hear me out. they/he/she nb panromantic asexual. please. do you see my vision. also their arm and autism. gryffon is autism do you hear me.

finn: he/she genderfluid pansexual bro is a whore. also love the idea of fully mute finn and she is autism as FUCK DO YOU HEAR MEEEE

earl: nobody escapes from my queerness beam not even earl. he/him cismasc bisexual. bad back bad knees uses a cane. old man shit but also he hits people with the cane and uses it when making juice sometimes. ollie put fruit stickers all over it once and he actually kinda likes it but will never say that

queen: MY LOVE. MY ONE AND ONLY. ANY PRONOUNS PANGENDER AROACE. THEY HAVE AUTISM AND TICS (IM BLANKING ON WHAT THATS CALLED) AND STRIKES ME AS SOMEONE WHO NEEDS MOBILITY AIDS BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR. XE ARE JUST LIKE ME FR AND I LOVE HER WITH EVERYTHING IN MY BEING

lizzie: she/her transfem lesbian. shit vision not jusy due to her eye but just in general. refuses to wear glasses

caspian: they/he libramasc achillean demisexual :) sssooooo many jrwi characters strike me as mobility aid users despite me not being one and caspian is no exceptionnnnnnn to this

john: sorry bee but. he/him cismasc VERY VERY GAY. MARSHALL JOHN IS A MAN LIKER. ALSO VERY AUTISM AND ADHD

niklaus: throwing in motherfucker too because i do have stuff. she/they/lun/he transfem genderfluid bisexual. thats it

i thibk thats everyone i wanted to yell about lmk OH FUCK ALPHONSE

alphonse: dont care. doing the silly. it/they/he agender aroace i do not care if they are the boat now it deserved better and he gets my headcanons

okay thats everyone i think thank you for letting me scream <3

LIED. LIED SO BAD.

jaz: JASMINE DRAAAAKE <3 he/they transmasc gay with autism and why do i see him having a prosthetic arm. no idea why okay i think thats ACTUALLY everyone now

edyn: she/e cisfem sapphic HOW DID I ALMOST FORGET HERRRRR

ensa: omg her. they/she transfem nb lesbain asexual. got her prosthetic leg and probably adhd

kira: SHE/THEY TRANSFEM SAPPHIC KIRA IS A WOMAN KISSER mwa love her

okay. goodbye fr this time i promise

wait no i wanna do the apoth crew too as an apotheosis enjoyer

peter: they/he transmasc demiboy with so much autism that likes men. also probably post-campaign cane user the shit they went through can fuck someone up

rumi: any pronouns genderfluid pansexual. there is some sort of thing i think they have (i dont think its imposter syndrome) but its something about never actually seeing herself because changeling shit yk idk

thanatos: it/they unlabelled :) doesnt need labels doesnt want em :)

OKAY. I THINK THATS IT FUCK EXANDROTH RESPECTFULLY OKAY WAHOO HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY UNGODLY LONG POST

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sheisnotalone · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x reader (platonic)

warnings: panic attacks, mentions of depression and anxiety (it's the way I experience it) apart from that it's pure fluff because I need it

word count: 1.6k

summary: you are having a panic attack and are going through a rough time and wanda and natasha are there for you.

a/n: this is 100% me coping with my own anxiety so I guess read at own risk? I kinda want to use this to thank the people that were there for me in the past few weeks and show you how important you are to me, if you know what I mean? You are to me what WandaNat are to y/n in this fic and I can't thank you enough for it.

@stonemags, @hocuspocusbabyy, @immortalityisbliss, @maximotts, @radbearxxx, @chelleztjs18, @hey-its-liz, my RL friends who will probably never read this M, L and E and everyone else that reached out to me, you don't know how thankful I am for all of you and how much even the little interactions mean to me. I'm going through a lot and all of you make it a bit easier.

and I want to share with you this song which also fits the topic and I was able to listen to while it was played live tonight, enjoy~

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Suddenly it was all too much, you felt it the whole day, the feeling in your gut, pulling at you from the inside. You didn't notice when you started sobbing. You were sitting on your bed hugging a big stuffed animal when the panic attack washed over you. Your thoughts were spinning, breathing seemed impossible and all you wanted to do was scream. But you couldn't, you could just sit there and let it happen. When you regained the ability to move you somehow managed to grab your phone and messaged the first person that came up on your screen. you didn't really care who it was you just needed someone to know that you are not okay.

"panic attack"

That's the only thing you texted before your phone dropped out of your hands again and another wave of sobs washed over you. The black hole inside of you started to consume you. You didn't notice when your door opened and someone entered. Worry on her face the person moved to sit next to you on the bed and wrapped her arms around you.

"Sweetheart, it's okay, I'm here" you would recognise that voice everywhere. "Wanda?" you got out, turning your head to look at her. "Shh" she whispered in your ear "I've got you". She pulled you closer and you let your body relax against her. "Focus on my breathing" she started slowly rubbing your back while still holding you close mumbling sweet nothings into your hair after pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You needed a long time to calm down but the presence of someone else made you feel better.

"What time is it?" you asked, your voice raspy from crying. "Nearly 10pm, I can stay here with you for the night if you want" she suggested not wanting to leave you alone in this state. "I don't want to cause you any inconveniences" you replied. You didn't want her to just stay here out of pity even though you would really appreciate not having to be alone with your thoughts again. "You are not causing inconveniences, let me just get changed and brush my teeth, I'll be back in 10" she got up after you nodded releasing you from her hold. You immediately missed the warmth of her body but knowing that she would return you let yourself fall to your back onto the sheets. You didn't even know why this was affecting you so much. It was nothing, just a little misunderstanding with a really close friend but you felt like you fucked up, that they hated you now, that you would loose them. Not that that would be new to you. You frankly had a long list of failed friendships. It was just a matter of time until someone important to you would leave because they discovered just how broken you actually were.

You started getting lost in your thoughts again, you started crying again, the black hole inside of you returned again. But before it could get worse you heard the door open and two pairs of feet step in. Two persons crawled onto the bed, one of each side of you and you immediately recognised your favourite redheads. Wanda had brought Natasha with her. She was spooning you from behind, pulling you close to her when Wanda started talking "I hope you don't mind that I brought her with me, she was really worried". She looked down to you and Natasha and you gave her a reassuring smile to let her know you were more than okay with it. "Did you eat and drink enough today, honey?" she asked. You started thinking. For breakfast you had a toast and you drank half a water bottle. Apart from that...

The amount of time you needed to think of an answer was enough for Wanda to draw her own conclusions. "Thought so" and with a flick of her hand a serving tray appeared in front of you, slowly hovering above you. Natasha loosened her hold on you so the both of you could sit up. Before Wanda could place the tray on your legs pulled Natasha you into her lap so she could still hug you from behind. "I know exactly how you feel" Natasha confessed from behind you "For me it helps if someone is holding me close so I don't loose my grip on reality, but if you don't want me to stop, I'll stop of course"

"No, please don't stop" you leaned back onto her and she smiled down at you. Wanda then gave you the tray and snuggled close to the two of you, head buried in Natasha's neck. You looked down and found two avocado toasts with tomatoes and a water bottle in front of you. How Wanda knew that this was one of your favourite foods was beyond you, but you really appreciated the gesture and took your first bite.

"When you're done I could show you funny old pictures of Wanda and me when she was new on the team if you want" Natasha offered and you were too focused on your food to see Wanda blush. It was established that the two redhead's were dating each other and Nat had told you many times how cute and insecure Wanda had been at the beginning. "Or we could watch a movie or series instead, if you prefer that" Wanda tried, earing a soft chuckle from Natasha.

"C-can we do both maybe?" you stammered. "Of course we can, malyshka" Natasha affirmed "you finish eating, I'll search the pictures and Wanda chooses a show we can watch". Wanda and you nodded and soon the tray was gone, 'How I met your mother' was playing on the TV and you were curled up in between the two women. Natasha had placed a tablet in front of you and was swiping through some older pictures of her, Wanda and the team and ever so often you started giggling. There were some really funny and some really ugly pictures and you loved that they shared this with you. Your time on the team hadn't been long, but even though you were still 'the new kid' the witch and the former assassin had always been by your side, looking out for you and being there for your highs and lows.

Occasionally one of them would make a comment about a funny thing that happened on specific missions or about good memories with the team. So you learned where the burned patch in the kitchenfloor came from and why Peter was forbidden to be in Tony's lab alone. Eventually you had seen all the pictures and a comfortable silence fell over the three of you. You were sandwiched in between Wanda and Natasha and both were holding onto you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Wanda was the first to break the silence. There was no need to specify what she meant. You took a deep breath. Talking about it was never easy, but you know it would help. So you started talking and told them everything. Every little detail, your worries, how it affects your mental state and about how annoyed you were that this got you so worked up. Eventually you started crying again unable to hold your emotions back. Both of them listened while still holding you close, sometimes giving you reassuring words letting you know that they were listening. And you were right, talking about it made you feel a little bit better.

"This sounds so dumb and I hate myself for letting this get to me so bad. And sorry for loading all of this onto you" you concluded. "Stop right there!" Natasha suddenly said "Do not ever apologise for talking about how something makes you feel. It takes a lot of courage to open up to someone else about this. We both are so proud of you for taking this step and talking about this, I know it is not easy and do never, NEVER hate yourself for feeling a certain way. I know they are important to you, you wouldn't feel this way if they weren't". "Maybe you need some space, some distance, so you can figure things out on your end" Wanda added. You needed some time to let the words sink in before you replied "... you are probably right". The thought was not new to you. You had already considered it, but you didn't want to loose what you had before. "Give me your phone" Natasha demanded and you looked at her confused. "Why? what do you-" you tried but she interrupted you holding out her hand demandingly "just give it to me". And hesitantly you pulled your phone out of your pocket and dropped it into her open hand. "What are you doing?" you questioned as Natasha tapped on your phone. "I'm turning is off and putting it away, Wanda give me yours too" she held out her hand again for Wanda to hand her her phone. Then she got up and left the room. "Wha?-" you said still confused. "She wants to make sure that we all get some time off from social media" Wanda shrugged. "Exactly, digital detox" Natasha announced walking back into the room, closing the door behind her. "Time to relax, cuddle and watch some sitcoms" the words earned her a smile from Wanda.

"We got you y/n" she said "And we are here whenever"

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