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redflagshipwriter · 3 months

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Hot Ghouls in your Area ch 4 progress

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Danny floated miserably through the stacks, pulling out books that looked remotely plausible. Maybe he needed help. Jazz would help him without laughing at him, right?

Sam and Tucker absolutely would not. They would think it was hilarious that he had so little game that the universe assigned him a boyfriend via Jeremy Waters.

‘As if I could pull a guy who looks like that,’ Danny thought wryly, and then felt a little bad about himself in comparison. Jason was, uhhhh, physically blessed. He was tall and well proportioned and his hands- Danny fought down a shiver and resisted the urge to steal another look. Jason was out of sight anyway.

Well. He still hadn't seen Jason's face. Maybe he was ugly! You never know. Or maybe under the helmet it was totally smooth, no face. That would be neat. Danny paused mid motion to imagine that.

Haha. Sick, man.

That concept cheered him up a little as he grimly opened the first book and started skimming for likely words like marriage, spouse, and concubine.

He didn’t bother reading anything in detail. He stuck a post it note on each page with a relevant term and then put the book in a pile to take back to his dorm. This wasn’t going to get solved in a day.

Ah, shit. Danny paused. This wasn’t going to get solved in a day. He bit his lip and looked off in the direction where Jason had disappeared to do his own research.

He truly didn’t have time to devote to this right now. He was not willing to drop his school life in order to solve a sudden problem. Jason was just going to have to cope with whatever timeline Danny could manage without setting his life on fire.

On the other hand, Jason was a human guy who probably had a life of his own at the biker bar/fight club. Whatever the hell required that kind of outfit probably kept him busy! So Danny couldn’t like, just leave him in the castle to chill.

“Not to mention the fact that he shouldn’t be able to live here very long anyways,” Danny muttered to himself.

That was troubling him. Frankly, Jason should have been intolerably uncomfortable in the ghost zone for this long without specialized protective equipment. It wasn’t meant for humans.

‘What did Jeremy do to this guy?’

Yikes. Did this mean… Did this mean Danny should have given that little cult thing more credit? But Jeremy was just such a doofus. He grimaced. Embarrassing. Why were his enemies so embarrassing? This shit didn’t happen to, like, Wonder Woman.

Danny buried himself back in the books to avoid the growing suspicion that Jason might have been uhhhh magically altered to make him an appropriate concubine to a dead king. That thought sucked! He didn’t like it. He really didn’t like the idea of bringing it up with Jason.

When he had what he thought was a good first round of research, Danny shelved the books he’d gotten out and went to find where his …

He whole-body flinched at the point where he needed to plug an appropriate noun into that sentence.

“Jason?” Danny called, juggling books into a stack. “I think we should probably get you back to the re- the human world. Before something inexorable happens.”

A pause.

“I don’t think you know what that word means,” Jason said. A book shut. Danny headed towards the sound, phasing through shelves effortlessly. A spark of curiosity lit up at Jason’s voice. He sounded relaxed, even through the helmet’s filter.

‘I want to hear his real voice. Bet it’s nice.’

Wait. What? Danny shook the thought away, discomforted. He plastered a wide grin on his face. “I don’t know any words,” he lied breezily. “I’m just ad libbing. Anyway!” He flopped dramatically down onto the big chair next to Jason’s, making sure to be extra physical to get a satisfying whumpf. “We really should go! I can get you to the human world, but, uh, I can’t promise to put you back where you came from.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “I think this is going to be a more than one day affair.”

Jason was watching him. There was nothing visible through his helmet, but Danny got the sense that he was tense, waiting for a threat.

Which, what? Why would Jason feel threatened by-

Oh. Danny felt a knot in his stomach. Right. That made a lot of sense. He felt kinda sick.

He didn’t let the feeling show through and barreled on speaking. “I don’t exactly have an easy way for you to contact me, but we probably need to stay in touch to fix this. Do you have any ideas?”

The lie felt kind of gross. But he could hardly tell the guy; “I’m an engineering student in Gotham, you can just call my cell or come to the dorms.”

Jason seemed to relax at the cessation of control. “If you can stick around, yeah. I’ll get you a burner phone, exchange numbers. You’re not going to…” He trailed off. Danny felt a frown somehow. “You won’t have any signal here, actually. That won’t work.”

“I can make it work,” Danny assured him, hands up. “I mean, I can’t make it work here, or I would have offered to help with your tech. But I can pop in and out of the human world and check my messages.”

“That’ll work.” Jason’s helmet turned ever so slightly. “About the books…”

“You found something good?” Danny asked, impressed. “Yeah, awesome. Just be really careful with them, the librarian is a scary guy.”

Jason’s hand flexed over the closed book on his thigh. “I can take- how many can I take out?”

Danny scoffed. “I’m not your dad,” he said. “Whatever you can carry, man. You ready to go or do you need a minute?” He flipped back to his feet with a grunt.

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luminoustarlight · 6 months

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"Slut!" | Modern!Anakin Skywalker

a miss americana and the heartbreak prince story

(modern!au / high school!au)

High school culture in this series is extremely dramatized and fictionalized. As mentioned in the series masterlist, the characters are 18 years old. Padmé is very out of character in this series as well. There are lots of nods to Taylor Swift lyrics in this, too. So it's really fun for swifties and star war babes.

Slut

noun

a woman who has many casual sexual partners.

The definition of “slut” more accurately describes Anakin rather than you. Afterall, he is the Heartbreak Prince of Lucas High School. But men never pay the price for sleeping around. They’re awarded a higher social status. Or in Anakin Skywalker’s case, you become the Senior every Freshman boy wants to be.

Anakin Skywalker used to be a player. Anakin Skywalker used to go through girls faster than the news could spread around school. He had no qualms with one night stands or taking a girl’s virginity because she asked him to. He was honored to be a girls’ first time.

He dated Padmé Amidala exclusively from January until June. When the new school year began, everyone wondered who would be the next one to get their heart broken by Anakin. Nobody could’ve guessed it would be Miss Americana.

The crowd at the Homecoming game nearly quieted when Anakin spun you around in the middle of the field. When he nuzzled his sweaty face into your neck, kissing your warm skin as if it was a greater reward than winning the football game. It took you by surprise, to say the least. You’ve only been seeing each other for about a month and had yet to interact or show affection at school. It was quite the announcement. And the message was loud and clear. Anakin had a new girl and she’s nothing like his ex.

Padmé had watched you and Anakin with a fire fueled by jealousy in her stomach. You had a stupid, naïve smile on your face as you walked off of the field with Anakin’s varsity jacket draped over your shoulders. That should be me. Maybe it’s all an act to make me jealous.

So that’s how the whispers began at the Homecoming dance. Padmé had rallied her cheerleading friends to start spreading rumors. By the time you walked through the gymnasium doors attached to Anakin’s arm, everyone had made up their mind about you. You’re nothing but a slut and a man-stealer.

It’s unnerving having so many eyes on you at once. It’s like they all have a radar when Anakin walks into a room. He’s just that magnetic of a man. And he’s used to it. But it makes you uncomfortable and Anakin can sense it.

“Are you alright?”

You swallow and plaster on an unconvincing smile. “‘M fine.”

“Hey,” Anakin says gently. He cups your elbows and rubs his thumbs over your arms. “We’re all dressed up, you look stunning and I’m having a particularly great hair day. They might as well look at us. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger thrumming in your ears makes it difficult to think or to argue. Anakin is right. You didn’t spend $120 on an aquamarine dress for nothing. “Fine,” you concede. “But if I hear people talking about me, can we leave and go to Denny’s?”

“They’re going to talk about you, angel,” Anakin kisses you on the cheek. “It’s just how it is. But none of it means a thing. C’mon, let’s dance.”

You dance for about twenty minutes before needing to get something to drink. Of course it’s the same time Anakin meets up with his football friends, leaving you at the snack table with a target on your back. Serena and Molly, Padmé’s closest friends slither up next to you.

“Hey, Slut,” Serena jeers. That insult was bound to reach your ears sooner or later. It’s by no means true or accurate but they don’t care. They’re not about to bad mouth Anakin.

“So… you and Anakin, huh?” Molly begins. “He’s a bit out of your league, isn’t he?”

“Don’t worry, Mol. She’s just his rebound. He’s gonna get back with Padmé when he realizes what a loser she is. No offense,” Serena adds insincerely.

“That definitely felt like something you wanted me to take offense to,” you say. You scan the gym for Anakin, hoping he’ll see the situation you’re in and rescue you. But when you put it like that, you sound so pathetic. You can get out of this yourself. “And I’m not his rebound.”

“No?” Molly puts her hands on his hips. “That’s not what I heard…”

No, you tell yourself. Don’t indulge her. Whatever she has to say isn’t true.

Serena laughs at you. “You don’t honestly think Anakin actually likes you, do you? He’s just using you to make Padmé jealous. You’re all part of his plan to get her back.”

Even though you know Serena is lying, her words still manage to plant seeds of doubt in you. But they don’t know anything about you and Anakin. There is something special kindling between the two of you. Anakin cares about you. It’s in the way he drops off a Dirty Chai latte on your porch before going to school. It’s written in the notes he stealthily slips into your locker when he says he’s going to the bathroom in the middle of class. It’s the sweatshirts he lets you borrow and the sleepless movie nights eating buttery popcorn and stale Red Vines over the last two weekends.

“You’re wrong,” you say with a slight quiver in your lip. You hate how Serena has made you question everything with Anakin. If it’s all just for show then why does he kiss you when no one is watching? Why did he insist on keeping your new relationship private if not to nurture your budding romance without prying eyes?

He’s ashamed of you.

Then why did he ask you to the dance?

To humiliate you in front of the whole school.

This is just a game to him. Your embarrassment is the prize.

“Aw, I think we hurt Little Miss Americana’s feelings,” Molly feigns a sad face, dragging her finger down her cheek as if it’s a fallen tear. “I hate to make it worse but it looks like he and Padmé might be making up right now.”

Molly and Serena point in Anakin’s direction, where he is indeed speaking with Padmé. It’s the first time you’ve seen her all night and she looks breathtaking. Her chocolate hair is curled to perfection, bouncy locks cascading over her shoulders. A plunging neckline draws your eyes down her chest and seriously, she was allowed to wear this to a high school dance?

She’s throwing her head back dramatically, as if Anakin just told her the joke of the year. And then— dear God, you want to throw up— he’s hugging her. You count the seconds. 1…2…3… you can’t watch it anymore. You turn away from Serena and Juliette abruptly and make your way out of the gymnasium.

“So long, slut,” Serena waves.

The brisk October air assaults your skin and invades your lungs, but it’s welcomed compared to the betrayal you feel coursing through your veins. Is this the end of Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince? You’ve only had a month with him but you want a dozen more. You’ve barely had time to discover what your relationship could become.

Perfect pearls of salt begin falling down your cheeks. How could you have been so lovelorn? How could you have gotten it all wrong? You were too blinded by Anakin’s charm to see that it was always meant to be temporary.

“Y/N!” Anakin calls for you. He spots you sitting on the curb with your head in your hands.

A little piece of him crumbles. Someone has hurt you. Little does he know it was him who did.

He rushes over to you and lays his arm over your back as he sits down. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You let yourself relish in the feeling of having his protective arm around you. It might be the last time. “Go back inside.”

“No,” Anakin replies, tilting your face toward him with a finger beneath your chin. “You’ve been crying.”

“What an astute observation, Anakin.”

Okay, so apparently you’re going back to the days when you hated each other. Right. Great. Why?

“You’re… mad at me…?” Anakin thinks out loud.

“I’m-” you stand abruptly, making you dizzy as all of the blood rushes out of your head. You wait until you can see clearly before continuing to speak. “I’m confused, Anakin! I’m angry at myself for falling for you, I’m angry at myself for being so naïve in thinking this was as real for you as it was for me. I can’t believe I was so fucking stupid-”

Anakin stands as well. Clearly, something happened in the gymnasium. Someone said something to you. Or you saw something that wasn’t what it seemed. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Padmé.”

“Are over,” Anakin emphasizes.

“But…” you close your eyes, replaying the scene you saw before you. Padmé laughing, Anakin bringing her in for a hug… it was all so friendly.

“But you saw us hug?” Anakin asks calmly. You nod. “But you didn’t hear me?”

“No,” you reply shamefully.

“I told her that I don’t want to get back together with her. My relationship with her was the first real one I’ve had and it taught me a lot, but it is not what I want. It’s not what I need. She is not who I want or who I need.”

“Ani…”

Anakin shakes his head. “I’m not done. Look, I know we’re only 18 and I know we have our whole lives ahead of us but let’s not think about that. Think about right now,” Anakin grabs your hands. “This is real for me. You’re my favorite person to spend time with. I’m so fucking excited that everyone at this fucking school knows we’re together because now I can kiss you whenever I want. I can push you up against the lockers and make out with you until we get yelled at by Mr. Windu.”

That makes you giggle. You can totally hear Mr. Windu telling you to get off of each other before he gives you both detention.

“I don’t have to be so fucking sneaky with putting notes in your locker. You can wear my Varsity jacket at games. We can actually go out to a restaurant and go on a date. Don’t give up on us, baby. We’ve only just begun.”

It’s not a proclamation of love or anything, but it’s enough. Everyone wants Anakin Skywalker and that seems to be your crime. You stole him before anyone else had the chance.

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seenoversundown · 3 months

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he? Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back.

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall.

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?”

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face.

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask.

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink.

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell.

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head.

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night.

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks.

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head.

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?”

I simply shake my head ‘No.’

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me.

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism.

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down. Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay? Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both.

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD. This may be a more potent drink than usual.

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob.

“No, it’s okay, really.”

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises?

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good.

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things.

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Jacob!”

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle.

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game.

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met.

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top.

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away.

Jacob ❤️: i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours.

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine.

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes.

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar.

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin.

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send.

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better.

Jacob ❤️: holy shit

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky?

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus.

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me.

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?”

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his.

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life.

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god.

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.”

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.”

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with.

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that.

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back.

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him.

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What. “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly.

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly.

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob.

“I need you,” I finally squeak out.

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast.

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.”

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief.

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me.

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd.

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane.

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling.

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in.

“Shit,” I mumble.

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter.

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down.

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him.

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me.

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me.

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips.

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair.

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good.

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed.

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.”

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down.

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out.

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap.

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink.

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places.

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven.

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.”

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head.

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes.

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.”

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it.

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile.

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.”

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body.

“And who said I can’t finish it?”

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Caravel Tavern Series Masterpost

Taglist Besties: I may have had a little Jakedown and this happened 🤭 Hope you enjoy xoxo

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squishycheekanon · 3 months

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Limerence teaser

T E A S E R 1

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Masterlist | Jujutsu Incorporated | Chapter 1

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……….Sukuna relaxed back into the black swivel chair, his body tired and in desperate need of rest. He was reaching close to his limit, he would soon pass out from exhaustion he knew that much. Being more than a little irritable and moody, it was like Christmas Day when his easy to wind up brother walked into Kento’s office.

“Saw you on tv pisshead, you have fun?” Sukuna taunts his older brother with a dirty grin plastered on his face, one of his sharp eyebrows arched. Satoru sighs glancing at the face Sukuna was making, it grated on him, causing an itch to settle in his nerves. Gritting his teeth to do his best not to show the younger that he was affected.

“It was riveting.” Satoru spat running a hand through his white hair as he walked further into the big office, “Don’t be jealous Sukuna. I know you don’t like the spotlight but I love it. I’d appreciate you putting aside the competitive little narcissist that rages within you and letting me savour it.” Satoru had a grin of his own now, knowing he hit a nerve too.

Sukana growled deep within his chest, the noise causing Satoru to challenge him with a growl of his own. “Enough brothers.” Kento scoffs at the display of childish behaviour, “Satoru, the public is pleased with our imagine because of you. You should be proud of your achievements.”

“Thank you Kento.” Satoru nodded his head toward the pack Alpha, the sides of his lips curving up in the tiniest of smiles……

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strangersatellites · 11 months

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pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

gluttony (noun) - a sin opposed to the virtue of temperance because it is the immoderate indulgence in the delights of food or drink. Gluttony can involve more than merely eating too much. Drunkenness is also a type of gluttony because it is excessive indulgence in intoxicating drink.

Steve’s drunk.

Hammered really.

His vision is swimming and his head feels heavy as lead and like it weighs nothing all at the same time.

He’s walking, walking, walking. Going… somewhere.

Where?

He stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk and the only thing that keeps him from hitting the ground is the grip he has around Eddie’s arm.

Eddie!

“Hey, Eddddssss,” He giggles, and Eddie joins him, his snickers carrying out into the quiet night. “Eddie. Eddie, where're we goin’?” He thinks the words make sense but his tongue feels funny and he can’t really be sure if he made any sound.

Eddie’s laser-focused on his feet, working hard at putting one in front of the other. He comes to an abrupt stop and wobbles, unsteady.

“Home. Is home this way?” He’s looking around fast and Steve thinks he looks like a squirrel. Giggles at the thought.

He tugs at Eddie’s arm. “Yeah. Home is this way.”

It’s a Saturday night and they’ve spent it out at a club with Robin and Nancy. What had started off as casual drinks and dancing quickly devolved, and the next thing Steve knew, he was doing tequila shots and making out with his boyfriend on the dance floor.

Steve has trouble keeping his hands to himself on a good day. But especially when Eddie’s in leather and chains and his hands are on Steve’s hips and his rings are cold on his skin and his tongue tastes like liquor.

He’d drug Eddie out by the hand, told Robin they were leaving. Lost count of their drinks somewhere between his fifth rum and coke and his third shot.

Now, plastered against Eddie’s back while he digs around through his pockets for their apartment keys he’s become very aware of just how drunk he is.

He presses his forehead into Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut tight and whines,

“Ed. I feel spinny.”

The door swings open with a bang and Eddie laughs out an “Oh shit.”

“Eddieeeeeee.”

Steve’s wrapped up in strong arms and he tucks his face into Eddie’s neck. “I heard you sweetheart.” He lifts Steve’s head up with hands on both sides of his face and Steve gets a good look at him and his giggles are set off again.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but Steve’s laugh is contagious, his own bubbling up in response. “What are you laughing at, giggles?”

And that just makes it worse. Steve barely able to get out any words between.

He reaches up and pokes at Eddie’s cheek and his eyes go big and wide.

“There’s two of you.” He leans up and smacks two kisses on Eddie’s lips, tries to anyway. Gets the corner on his second attempt. “Two kisses for two Eddies.”

Both Eddies smile big and bright and he drags Steve back in for a kiss that goes dirty in a second. Teeth and tongues and the leftover taste of rum. His hands grab at Steve’s waist and squeeze, tight, tight, tight and the boy whimpers against his lips in response.

He pulls away from Eddie and looks so shocked. “Babe,” he hiccups and laughs again. “Babe, I’m so drunk.”

Eddie’s the one that can’t pull it together this time. His “Me too, baby,” barely audible over the sound of his joy. A thought occurs to him and he stands bolt upright and his laughter comes to an abrupt stop when he gasps. “Stevie. Do you wanna have drunk sex?”

Steve’s jaw drops and he’s nodding. Words slurred together when he shoves towards their room, “Yeah, f’r sure. You’re s’smart.”

When his back hits their bed he has to squeeze his eyes shut again, still spinning if he moves too quickly. Eddie is fumbling with his belt buckle and Steve’s reaching down to help when he thinks of it.

“Ed, babe. Eddie. Eddie, what if my dick won’t work.”

His boyfriend is dropping his head against his stomach and his shoulders shake with his laugh. His hand flattens to pet at Steve’s hips through his jeans that he really, really wants off.

Eddie hiccups before he crawls up to kiss at Steve’s jaw, wet and sloppy and sticky with alcohol. “Think you’re gonna get whiskey dick, baby?”

Steve grinds his hips up against Eddie’s above him and gets a grunt in response, feels his own body react to the pressure and the lips behind his ear. “No, but like. Maybe. That would be so sad.” He closes his eyes while Eddie sucks a mark into his neck. “So sad.”

He doesn’t know when Eddie’s hand slid back down to his belt but he’s got it undone and his jeans unbuttoned between one blink and the next. His hand sliding down under Steve’s boxers and wrapping around his dick with a squeeze.

Eddie lifts up from his neck and raises his eyebrows. “Feels fine to me. Feels really good.”

If he wasn’t fighting to keep himself from coming in his pants like a teenager he might’ve laughed. He kicks a knee up and shoves Eddie off. “Why are you still wearing clothes, what the fuck?” And the way Eddie’s face screws up it looks like he doesn’t know either.

Jeans and shirts and jackets and boxers find a home in a pile on the floor and someone will inevitably be looking for their phone later.

But Eddie’s got his hand wrapped around them both and he’s spitting, sticky and wet over their dicks and Steve can’t be bothered with a thought of anything else. His hands scratch deep welts down Eddie’s back and he hisses at the pain. But the way his cock leaks over Steve’s stomach says it's a good hiss. On one particularly rough upstroke Steve’s orgasm takes him by surprise with a deep groan and his head thrown back. The alcohol flowing through his veins paired with his boyfriend’s guitar pick dangling in his face enough to send him racing to release.

The room is quiet save for harsh breaths and the slick sound of Eddie’s hand on his own skin. But Steve has an idea. He shoves at Eddie’s shoulders until he takes the hint and flops down on his back. Steve shimmies down the bed until he’s laid out between Eddie’s legs.

He wraps a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick and points it towards his lips and Eddie’s thighs flex, bracing himself for the feeling of being enveloped in Steve’s pretty, pretty mouth.

“I get up in the evening, and I ain’t got nothing to say.”

Eddie’s head pops up and looks down. Finds Steve, smiling bright and giggling using his dick like it’s a microphone.

“I come home in the morning,” He’s got his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed and he’s really into it. “I go to bed feeling the same way!”

Eddie brings his hands up to cover his face but he’s laughing so hard no sound comes out. Steve keeps humming when he finally licks at the head and Eddie’s done for. Coming across his tongue the second his lips wrap around the head. He’s trying to catch his breath when he hears Steve’s voice again.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

He drags him back up his body to settle against his chest, still shaking with laughter, with joy. Plants a smacking wet kiss to Steve’s lips and presses their foreheads together. “God, I fucking love you, baby.”

Steve’s smile is blinding-bright and he presses one more chaste kiss against his lips. “I love you more, babe.” His smile goes mischievous and his head tilts to the side, the picture of innocence. “Can’t wait to tell your friends you came to Bruce Springsteen.”

Eddie holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I blame whiskey dick.”

It's hours before their giggles settle enough to fall asleep.

#seven deadly sins series #gluttony #steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #gin writes #this one was so cutie fun!#no movie sponsorship today unfortunately #just me #deafening silence #and drunk steddie sex brainworms #loosely inspired by that post earlier today that said something about tapping a dick and saying #“is this thing on?

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Can I request a yandere akaashi keiji with a darling who is as smart as he is but he didn't know that since she acts like she is dumb or something

The minute I saw this, I knew it’d be fun to write.

Also, I think it’s fascinating to think: what if a yandere fell in love with a personality you were faking and not the real you?

Title: Expectation

Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes,

Summary: To everyone, even Akaashi, you’re lazy and not the sharpest tool in the shed… but maybe that’s just what you want them to think.

expectation

/noun/

a belief that someone will or should achieve something.

Expectations are a fickle thing.

If you work too hard, achieve too much, you’ll end up being expected to do the same in every category for the rest of your life. You’d watched too many kid geniuses crumble under that very pressure in adulthood to say that was a good thing.

But you? You’d figured out the secret to it all.

Just play dumb.

If no one expected much out of you, then wasn’t that the best case scenario?

When you put forth the smallest amount of effort, everyone was surprised and impressed. When you failed? No one batted an eye.

Why put all that pressure on yourself when there was a better way?

At least, that’s how you saw it.

Akaashi walked alongside you, talking idly about the science competition going on between the different chemistry courses the university had. He didn’t go too far into detail, since he knew you wouldn’t understand. You weren’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he’d learned that since day one of meeting you.

But that’s how he liked you.

Maybe a part of him enjoyed the superiority of being more intelligent than you. A sense of power surged through him every time you got that confused little look on your face.

But there was always something more to those expressions. Like some deeper emotion lurked under the surface. It always bothered him that he couldn’t figure out what it was.

You smiled, “That sounds fun! Which one is chemistry again?”

There it was again. The way one side of your mouth quirked upwards as though you were enjoying a joke that he wasn’t a part of. The way your eyes slid a little to the left, as though you were trying to avoid making eye contact whenever you spoke.

The little details that made him wonder if you were lying to him.

To anyone else, to even him at first, you seemed so genuinely airheaded. Blissfully unaware was the term he once would have used to describe you.

But lately, he wasn’t so sure.

You made him second guess everything he was feeling, in a way. In another way, it was enticing, like a secret the two of you almost shared.

There was a mystery behind your actions, he could sense it. And Akaashi loved a good mystery. He had always been good at solving them and he’d be damned if the best one walked out of his life.

His obsession with you had been overrun by an obsession with uncovering what was under that dumb smile you plastered on your pretty face. He felt like he was going insane, fixating on such a little aspect that might not even exist. It could be his imagination and yet he couldn’t let it go!

Who were you really? Akaashi thought he’d known you so well, even though you had just recently become friends. He had been convinced that he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Now? He wasn’t sure he knew the first thing about you.

What’s worse, he had no idea what you thought about him. You insisted silly little things like “I love everyone” and “You’re so nice, Akaashi”, but is that what you really believed? You seemed so guarded when you said things like that… he couldn’t tell anymore.

He wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. You were nothing like he’d initially thought and he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated that.

You weren’t nearly as dumb as everyone thought, but acting like you were was a useful tool. It attracted boys like Akaashi and wrapped them around your pinky finger. You’d tricked countless men into buying you things and doing what you wanted, all while thinking they were the ones to come up with the idea.

You’d thought Akaashi would be the same as them, but he really just gave you the creeps. While you pretended to sail past the red flags, you were actually very prepared. Every conversation recorded, every meeting place teeming with trusted friends, and every word scrutinized.

He was clearly in love with you, so you decided to drive him away. There was no way you could reveal that you were actually fairly intelligent, not when you’d worked so hard to earn the reputation as an airhead. So you settled on giving him hints, until you could tell that he was ripping himself in two over it.

Strangely, he hadn’t been driven away quite yet. You assumed that, if his type was “dumb and pretty”, he’d be turned off by a smart chick, but so far you’d been unsuccessful.

Maybe you didn’t understand just how deep his love went.

Or maybe you’d find out when he resolved to make you as dumb as he wanted.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere akaashi #akaashi keiji

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edupunkn00b · 4 months

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Mise Out of Place

Edited photo. Original by Icons8 Team via Unsplash.

mise en place (ˌmē-ˌzäⁿ-ˈpläs) noun Borrowed from French. A culinary process in which ingredients are prepared and organized (as in a restaurant kitchen) before cooking Also : the set of ingredients prepared using this process

Written for @starlocked01 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. I hope you enjoy this mix of crack and fluff with some elements unexpectedly made canon by last week's video.

Many thanks to the developmental beta reader, "Some Guy," who provided invaluable assistance and cheerleading with this story. Fluff is hard, y'all.

WC: 2k (okay, almost 2K) - Rated: T for a bit of swearing - CW: fluff, crack, and a hint of Remus-y imagery - [ AO3 ] -

“And… we’re live!”

“Thanks, Freddie,” Roman muttered, just out of earshot of the lavaliere mics pinned to Patton's and Remus' aprons.

“Maybe after his glow up,” Janus murmured, equally quietly.

Patton grinned at the camera, the edge of Janus’ hat fuzzy and barely visible past the glare of the ring light. “Hey there, Kiddos—”

“I’m Remus!” Said Side jumped into the frame, one long arm draped over Patton’s shoulders. Instead of looking at the camera, he stared expectantly at Patton, his grin far, far too wide.

Patton nodded, his own smile still plastered on. “And I’m your Happy Pappy Patton!”

Remus leaned closer and they said in unison, “And welcome to Messers en Place!”

Janus’ hat bobbed on the other side of the camera and Patton’s smile brightened. They’d practiced and practiced—and practiced—their video intro, each time failing to be in sync. Even Patton had begun to fear they’d have to rewrite it. But this time, when it mattered, really mattered, they did it!

“And what are we making today, Pattycake?” Remus prompted him when he failed to say his next line.

“Oh, right! To-daay…” He drew out his words as he looked around the ingredients oh-so-carefully spread out over the countertop. Mise en place, Roman had called it. Logan had tried to hide his surprise behind a little fumble with his glasses, but Patton hadn’t missed the way Logan’s eyes had widened.

“Ahem, well, yes, Roman is correct,” he'd finally managed. Remus bounced on his toes next to Patton, picking up each tiny bowl and sniffing at its contents.

“Careful there, Ro Bro,” he'd cackled. “Nerdy Wolverine’s gonna bust a nut with you knowing things.”

“I am not—”

“Hey, Pattycake, what’s this one?” Winking, Remus pulled him back into the present moment and shoved a bowl of brown spices into his hands.

“Oh, um…” Patton sniffed carefully. “It’s cumin, Remus.”

“Well, if you insist…” he began, reaching for his belt.

“Remus!” Roman cried, bonking his brother's head with the boom mic.

“Muse, not now, boy,” Janus murmured from the other side of the room.

Virgil groaned from his perch at the top of the refrigerator, silently tapping the sides of the fire extinguisher in his lap. “Are we sure having these two do a cooking show was a good idea for the stream?”

“Of course it is!” Remus and Roman said together.

And it really was a good idea. The twins had blurted out the concept together during a brainstorming session and even Logan had agreed this would be first in their livestream series. He'd even suggested the name.

So here they were, the two of them, about to cook. Together.

They could do this. Patton could do this.

Remus’ smile had grown too wide again, eyebrows arched high.

Right, the cumin.

“We’re making spaghetti and meatballs,” Patton remembered his line and smiled at the camera.

“Balls,” Remus muttered under his breath, shoulders dancing.

Patton gasped and sneezed into the little bowl, spraying cumin up into the air and all over his face.

“Oh, I gotcha, Daddy—”

“Remus!” Roman lowered the boom mic with an offended huff only he could manage to sound princely.

“Aw, Kiddo!” His catigan sleeves were safely tucked beneath his apron, but he brushed them clean anyway. Remus whipped out a concerningly clean handkerchief from under his sash and dabbed at Patton’s face.

“It’s sweet,” Patton smiled at Roman just off camera.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Roman muttered.

“You don’t get paid at all, Princey!”

“Need I remind you all we’re still live?” Logan hissed from the hallway.

“It’s fine, Logan, dear,” Janus murmured, tapping the laptop just out of frame. Comments scrolled up the screen faster than they'd ever been. “The viewers are eating it up.”

Logan frowned at the screen for a long moment before shrugging. “He’s right. Okay, carry on."

Face now clean, Patton nodded and carried a big stock pot to the sink. “Right, first step is to start the water. Remus, will you—”

“One step ahead of you, Daddy!” Patton barely made out his words over the rush of the faucet.

And the crash just behind him.

Patton swung around, water sloshing out of the pot and onto the floor. “Remus!”

Remus had shoved all the measured ingredients to the far edge of the counter. Spices and oil spilled over the plate of ground meat and the long loaf of italian bread was broken in half. A wedge of parmesan had impaled the softening butter and the head of garlic had rolled onto the floor. At the center of the counter was a giant neon green air fryer into which Remus had jammed the entire—sealed—box of linguini and a jar of sauce. "Oh, and Merry Christmas, by the way. Thought you could use one of these babies!" he said, slapping the top of the device. "Hm… I wonder if I could fit one of those in here, too…"

“Wait, Remus, no—” Patton dropped the stock pot and reached out as Remus cranked the air fryer up to 500°F and slammed the start button.

“Well, it was nice having a kitchen,” Virgil muttered and pulled the pin from the extinguisher, nozzle aimed directly at the air fryer.

“No, it’s fine,” Patton said, voice cracking even as he grinned up at Virgil. “Don’t worry, Kiddo, everything will be—”

The air fryer beeped and the scent of burning paper filled his nose. He rushed toward the counter, hands outstretched to unplug the fryer, but his heel skidded on the wet floor and he slammed into Remus’ back instead.

“Hey, if you wanted to dance, Pattycake…” Remus spun around, catching him before he fell. “You could’ve just said so!”

“Remus!” Patton cried, clinging to his tunic as thick black smoke and the flicker of orange flames erupted out of the appliance. “Fire!”

With the grace of a cat and accompanied by a woosh of extinguisher foam, Virgil jumped down and doused the air fryer, the counter and most of Patton and Remus with the fire retardant.

A spark caught on the edge of Virgil’s hoodie sleeve and the mic squealed as Roman dropped the boom and rushed over to smother it.

“Princey, I’m fine! Let’s get the rest of this—”

“Shit!” Roman swore as he slipped on the spreading puddle of water and extinguisher foam in the center of the room. Virgil grabbed him by his sash, pulling him to his feet.

“Gotcha, your Highnessness.”

Off camera, Logan slid closer to Janus. “Are we still filming?”

“Mm-hm. Wine?” he asked, offering a large goblet he’d procured from… somewhere.

Eyebrow raised, Logan accepted the glass and took a slow sip. “Out of everything in the kitchen, this is what you chose to save?”

“Why, yes, of course," he murmured before finishing his own glass and refilling it.

“Acceptable.”

Long after the livestream ended and the kitchen was—mostly—put back into order, the Sides called it a night and, one-by-one sauntered off to bed.

All the Sides but Remus, at least. Well, and Patton.

Remus had waited until everyone else's room had grown quiet and the lights spilling out from under each Side’s door had clicked off. A flickery bluish glow remained under Virgil’s door, but he typically wouldn’t actually fall asleep for another few hours anyway.

Patton’s door, though… Patton’s door had remained closed tight, without even the usual fairy lights brightening the edges of the door frame. And without the happy little sounds of his bedtime playlist.

Patton hadn’t gone to bed.

Taking more care than usual, Remus slipped off his boots and crept downstairs, skipping the creaky third and fifth steps. The living room, kitchen, and hall were dark, the patio door closed and locked with the blinds drawn tight. The clock on the microwave cast long, faint shadows over the kitchen floor and Remus spotted a bit of movement followed by a tiny sound.

He held his breath and waited. There it was again, a soft sniffle.

Dropping to the floor, Remus peered under the kitchen table. Patton sat hunched in the far corner, sweater-clad arms hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh, hi, Kiddo,” he mumbled, wiping his cheeks against his forearms. “Can’t sleep?” he asked as though Remus was the one hiding alone in the dark.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing, Pattycake.”

“Oh…” Patton didn’t explain what the fuck he was doing down there, cardigan pulled over his potassium bicarbonate and cumin—ha!—stained apron. He just sort of looked down at his hands and pulled his legs up closer to him. Almost like he was making room.

Remus clambered under the table next to him, not quite touching but close enough to smell the smoke in Patton’s hair and clothes. Remus' own clothes smelled like his experiment upstairs and he inhaled the plasticy, acrid scent of burnt dyes and the forever chemicals from the extinguisher. It was even better than the fires for making s’mores at Thomas’ summer camp as a kid.

Remus wiggled his toes, watching Patton from the corner of his eye. He’d tucked his face close to his knees but his cheeks glimmered with new, silent tears. Remus breathed in again. The kitchen would reek of smoke for a long time after this.

“C-A-M—”

“Maybe later?” Patton sniffled. “I’m just not in the mood to sing right now, Kiddo.”

“You sure about that?” Remus scooted a little closer and bumped their shoulders together. “It’ll help if you just sing along…” He waited, watching Patton tap his foot, toes squelching in his still-sopping shoes.

“C-A-M-P…” he began again, slower this time.

“F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song,” Patton sang softly.

“C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song…” Remus repeated.

A little smile cracked across the other Side’s face, softer and more real than it had been all day. “The C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song.” Patton took a breath like he was about to jump into the next verse but he frowned, nose scrunched. “It still smells like burnt air fryer in here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, nodding his head with a grin. “We made our mark.”

“Yeah,” Patton said, curling over his knees again.

“Aw, Daddy-o,” Remus bumped his shoulder. “Is that why you’re hiding under here? ‘Cause of the fire?”

“Well, yeah,” Patton frowned, staring back at him. “I really wanted to make a great video. I wanted to… you know… make Thomas proud.”

“Fuck, Pattycake, we did! Have you seen the comments?”

Patton just shook his head so Remus sank them both down into his room where he’d left his laptop open to the video page. Views and comments continued to pour in, hours after the stream had ended. “Look!” he demanded, pushing Patton down into a mostly clean chair.

The Moral Side read quietly, eyes growing wider with each scroll. “They… they liked us?”

“Yeah they did!” Remus slapped his back. “So, whaddya say we make Elf Spaghetti next time? We can even add some Crofters to please the nerd.” Patton’s stomach grumbled and Remus’ grin grew. “You know… we never did eat dinner, Pattycake. How about we give it a trial run tonight?”

“Race you to the kitchen!” Patton laughed and sank down through the floor.

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

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scytheics · 2 years

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SERENITY. bang chan (m)

serenity (noun) - the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. you were stubborn on going to parties as you had nothing but hate for them, but here you were at a college house party. the intimidating aura of the large crowd around you left you with the interpretation that you’d be alone tonight - even though your friend forced you here to meet people. luckily though, you were introduced to the right guy to be around as he felt the same way and desired to fuck you later.

PAIRING: chan x f!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers au; smut.

WARNING(s): lower case intended! foul language, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingers, oral (reader receiving), praising, hints of social anxiety, characters under the influence of alcohol, minor proof reading, slight grammar errors, and whatever else i threw in there.

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

A/N: hiii! i’m back sooner than i thought. i guess due to finally completing something, i felt motivated to write more in the meantime (while this feeling is lingering). this has been a draft for a minute now so i decided to finish it. trying to get motivated again is hard, but i did try give this my very best and complete it! to those reading, you are welcome to share your thoughts in the comments, in my ask box, or in a reblog. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy and maybe i will be able to post more soon :)

how did you end up here?

you hate parties, there was so much to them that was hard for you to comprehend. you wanted to be the kind to relish them, but the unexpected veil of social anxiety that fogged up your mind so suddenly prevented you. you were invited here by a friend who accordingly said they had some people for you to meet. although you didn't agree to meet new people, someone who could end up next to you could be to die for.

as the bass booms through the plastered walls and wood flooring, the sound reverberates throughout. you maneuver through the large crowd of people. the humid smell of liquor and sweat on their bodies engulfs you as you eye pairs of them while looking for your friend.

"y/n! there you are." felix giggles as he's evidently drunk. he stumbles over to you grabbing your wrist as he lightly pulls you over towards him. your surroundings change to a gathering of men in front of you as you continue to remain silent, observing everything and everyone around.

"guys, i have someone to introduce you to! this is y/n, she's so shy but she's super sweet! say hi, all of you, please." felix giggles once more, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. the group of guys all glimpsed at you with greetings. some with warm smiles, some quiet but welcoming, some yelling random things, and one with no expression on his face once so ever. one suddenly runs in front of you grabs your arm, and shakes it. you look at his face for a split second noticing his lips curl up into a smile and his eyes turning into crescents. his hair was longer than the others and had bangs sticking to his forehead. "nice to meet you y/n! let's drink." the rest of them cheer and pull you to the kitchen, which was now a bar.

most of them happened to be drunk except the one who didn't say a thing. you stared at his face for a split second, taking in his facial features for the first time. his hair was dark brown, cut short, and styled neatly. his nose was perfectly shaped and placed on the center of his face and underneath them sat the perfect set of fully plump lips. what complemented everything was the gentle brown eyes suddenly staring right back at you.

in an attempt to avoid impulsive eye contact, you blink a couple of times before looking away nervously. the young man in front of you, felix's friend whose name you didn't know, was perfect.

turning your head toward him again, you chew the inside of your cheek, a habit that dates back to your childhood. the man looks at you as he bounces his leg uncontrollably and forces a welcoming smile on his face.

"hi," he says as his voice rises above the music before he takes a sip of the soda that will be placed in front of him. your eyes widen and you force a smile on your face as well, sitting up straight and correcting your posture. as your mind began to go through mazes of thoughts, you began to remember the lessons your mother once taught you about carrying yourself.

"hey." you greeted the male again as you maintain eye contact. to put it mildly, it was awkward. "sorry i didn't speak sooner, my name is chan." chan gives a soft smile before resting his head in the palm of his hand which was placed on the island counter. normally, you would've rolled your eyes, or questioned why he suddenly wanted to talk to you if he was someone you were familiar with or had no interest in.

in reality, you wanted to speak to anyone, that being — him. it was more than his looks, but rather his familiarity that made you feel comfortable with him already. felix, after all, picked good friends.

"i'm usually good at meeting new people, but parties aren't my thing." chan sighs and turns his head to survey his surroundings. the corners of his lips curl upwards in a smile as he turns his head back to you. you smile back and shrug.

"i was practically dragged here," you say half-jokingly following behind a dry laugh. chan laughs with you before glancing at his phone and checking the time. he sighs once more before placing his phone in his pocket. his face looks a bit annoyed but lightens up once he comes back face to face with you. "you know, there's this nice view upstairs ... it's often quiet."

he stands up and takes one last sip of the can of soda as he looks around before looking down at you, waiting for you as well to stand up. you don't get the idea until it takes a couple of seconds of staring back at him. you stand up and grab your things. "i'd like to see it then." chan chuckles at your delay and grabs your wrist gently, as he leads you upstairs to a room and its open balcony.

chan closes the door behind the two of you and locks it before walking over to the balcony, pulling you with him. the two of you stand on the balcony silently, staring down at the scenery of trees and clear dark sky. you close your eyes and inhale the breeze, smiling to yourself before looking over at chan. "it's beautiful up here." you speak more comfortably towards him.

"i know, i sit out here the majority of the time i have no classes and make songs and stuff."

"oh, you live here- wait you make music?

the brunette chuckles and nods as he fiddles with his fingers nervously. you hummed and sipped on the drink you brought up before looking back over the balcony. the wind blows through your hair moving strands out your face.

"how long have you known lix for?" chan asks you, leaning against the railing of the balcony, sipping at his drink. "i've known him for about 4 years, you?" you reply with a question for him. his eyes widen and he smiles in awe. "really? i've known him for 8. i'm surprised we haven't met sooner. well, we possibly could've- i mean he did tell me he had a friend who was a girl he'd want to introduce me to one day. never told me she was pretty though." he answers.

"seriously?"

"mhm."

he called you pretty — it was sneaked in there but you picked it up. you feel a sudden intense warmness radiating in your cheeks provoking your lips to curl up in a not-so-purposeful smile.

"you're blushing." he then utters short, implying a teasing tone in his voice. you shake your head and lightly tap his shoulder. "you are pretty though, i'll have to scowl lix later for not introducing me to you sooner- for real." you smile even harder, and he smiles back looking into both of your eyes. as you look at him, your eyes land on his dimples for a bit, mentally taking note to look at them more whenever he smiles throughout the conversation. "you're teasing." you say softly, yet loud enough for him to hear. "i know, i'm trying to hint how bad i want to kiss you but i don't want it to be so noticeable and soon."

your eyes widen and you let out a nervous laugh before pushing your hair behind your ear. you shrug, shaking your head, and look back over the balcony once more breaking eye contact nervously. chan stands there patiently, maintaining the urge to place his hand under your chin and move your head back towards him. you fight back the anxiety in your gut and face him again - not letting yourself think things through, "you can."

chan nods and leans in slowly, the two of your faces coming closer to each other. your eyes flutter shut, tilting your head, your facial features fitting faultlessly with his. chan looks down at your lips and makes the move, kissing yours softly. your lips press against his and follows his movements not paying much attention to his hands.

his hands, which were once at his side, moves to yours instead, wrapping slowly around your waist. your arms follow similar movements but rest around his neck moving closer into his embrace. the two of you hum against eachothers lips, your bodies pressing as the kiss deepens. his lips were soft and felt even more full on yours.

chan's insistent mouth parted your lips, evoking feelings you didn't know you were capable of feeling with someone you just met. he was consuming in your kisses, and you were absorbed in his movements. after pecking your lips once again, he finally breaks the (first) kiss with your hands resting onto his chest. a slight smile forms on his face as he peers down into your eyes, locking in the shared understanding to what desires ran through the both of your heads.

your heart paces faster than before start of the kiss, not sure what to do or say next. he makes a decision for you and picks you up, walking over to his bed. he lays you down on top of the covered mattress and kisses you again, this time, taking off his shirt. you begin taking of your clothes with your lips still stuck onto his as if they were glued together.

the more you reveal to chan's gaze, the more he reaches for your body and begins to kiss your neck, sucking softly on the skin. slowly, red marks appear on your skin as chan moves his lips across your body. the more touch you receive from chan, the more your body desires. coming down to the lower parts of your body, the kiss breaks once more this time leaving chan with words. "are you okay with this?" he says carefully looking up at you as his heads are now between your legs. your articles of clothing were now scattered across his room, bra off and tossed to the side, and he took in your left in lacy branded underwear.

your chest rises, due to his words and the way he looks at you, your heart can't help but to skip beats. you nod letting out a throaty moan like whine. chan chuckles and nods before pulling at your underwear, pulling them off your legs. he looks at your pussy in awe, licking his already wet lips. his fingers slowly move towards your slits and he spreads you open, his fingers in the infamous 'v' like shape. your pussy wet, and there his mouth was on it.

"oh, fuck." you gasp, hands sliding to his hair, and tugging at his soft locks. in his goal to devour your sweet glistening pussy, chan lifts your legs over his shoulders, leaving them there. the moment your hips grind into his face, your eyes are glued to his face, this moment in your memory forever. his tongue made you feel blissful. his big hands go underneath your ass and hold you in place while as he continues to eat you out. his tongue laps up every drop of wetness, flickering your clit, making you jump. he groans against you, sending vibrations in all the right places.

"chan! fuck, s-shit," you slurred your words as he quicked the pace of his tongue.

his fingers hit your g-spot as they curl inside your pussy. you whine, your hole chenching around his figures numerously. your body shakes with pleasure and your orgasm takes control, your wetness drenching him. you let out a soft moan as lifts his head up and he slides his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and slurping your liquids.

chan then sits up and crawls back on top of you, his head hovering inches over yours. "you’re so fucking hot, y/n.” he says before pulling you to his lips for a short yet steamy kiss. you taste yourself on his lips and smile. "use me then." you mumble and use your pointer finger on his chest to push him back playfully. chan chuckles and shakes his head as he holds his dick infront of you, pumping it in his hand. you bite your lips as your eyes scan over his cock, taking in how visually big it was.

aligning his tip with your pussy, he slides it in letting out a loud moan. you tilt your head up, not breaking eye contact with the male, watching his eyes gaze over your pussy as it makes contact with his dick. "fuck, you’re so hot." he moans as his cock stretches your pussy open to his full length. his hands slide down your sides and firmly grip your waist, his fingers digging into your lush hips. along with him, your eyes tighten and you let out a loud moan at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you at a steady pace.

sweating from the feeling of his big dick inside of you, his hips feed into the movement. you feel every inch of his cock in you as he thrusts inside of you. his veins dragging up and down your walls as his tip makes contact with your g-spot. "you're so fucking tight," chan husks out as he watches you scream for more of his cock. your eyes were squeezed shut with ecstasy, and your words were incoherent as you tried to tell him how good he was fucking you, feeling as if you could cum again at any moment.

"you're so beautiful." he says breathily as he repeatedly slams into you. his hands reach up to your shoulders, pushing you further down onto his cock. with the way you clenched around him, he thought he was going insane. the scent of sex and his versace cologne lingered in your nose, replacing the old humid air crammed with liquor and sweat. your boobs bounced with each thrust chan delivered, and you moaned, not being able to control anything.

your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs low, allowing more moans and profanity to elude. your eyes begin to tear and blink quickly. "gonna cum..." you exclaim, tossing your hand back over your mouth. "me, too." chan says as he continues to grip your waist, his pace maintaining but slowing slightly. you feel his cum coating your walls as he gently pushes his body away from yours, and you release at the same time.

his cock, still inside you, pulsates as he slowly pulls out. the two of you watched as his cum spilled out of you, almost enough to leave you both wanting another round.

chan sighs and flops down next to you on the bed, his chest heaving up and down. you manage to let out a small chuckle and sit up to look at him while still dazed. you melted as he engulfed one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and tenderly kissing your fingertips, trailing down to your knuckles.

even though it's easy to blame it on exhaustion or the incredible sex you just had, you didn't deny that this was love at first sight. as you both slowly drift off to sleep, you look into each other's eyes, gradually becoming aware of what happened. even though the echoing sounds of the music downstairs that once played, faded back into hearing, the thoughts of your once anxiety became your serenity.

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hxney-lemcn · 2 years

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Try Again Tomorrow — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: Reader doesn't know much about their soulmate, just that he tends to get hurt and he misses sleep a lot. But then things change and they finally are able to meet him.

tw: depressive themes.

a/n: Soulmate au!! You meet your soulmate in your dreams and you can interact with them. I keep making hurt/comfort with Hunter and I can't stop, someone help me.

wc: 1.9k

Master List

soul mate

/ˈsōl ˌmāt/

Noun

a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

In the Boiling Isles, soulmates were a common occurrence. In fact, you’d be the odd one out if you didn’t have one, but that was rare. I first met my soulmate when I was six. You see, you meet your soulmate in your dreams. Since I was so young when we met, I told my parents and they then explained what that meant.

“Hello,” I said. I was in a field of flowers, the wind blowing gently. A boy that seemed about my age was sitting in the middle. He had blonde hair, and magenta eyes. I walked over to him as he looked up at me in surprise. He looked…scared? But I didn’t know why. There weren’t any monsters or anything.

“Who are you?” He asked defensively, standing up.

“(Y/n),” I replied with a smile. “Who are you?”

“None of your business.”

Let's just say our first meeting wasn’t the best. I didn’t understand why he was so on edge, I mean I was only six. We used to see each other every night after that. We bonded, even if he tried to keep his distance. I’d help him with whatever he was dealing with, even if he didn’t explain it in full detail. And in return, he’d help me. Or we’d just hang out and play games.

But things started turning downhill quickly. I noticed how he seemed to be injured a lot, something a kid shouldn’t go through. I tried to help him, I really did. We were only ten at the time though, and I still wasn’t the most mature.

“Star?” I called out. He refused to tell me his name, I’m not sure why, but I respected his privacy. So I called him star since we always met in the same field of flowers, under a starry sky. “What happened?”

He had a bandage on his lower right cheek. His face was scratched and I felt worry bubble through my veins. This wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve this.

He didn’t look at me. Instead he turned to face away from where I sat. He kept his gaze on the never ending field. He didn’t reply. I felt myself frown. Normally he’d at least sit by me, or I’d sit by him. It depended on who fell asleep first. Though he’s been sleeping later and later.

I stood up and stood in front of him. He turned away from me, scowl plastered on his face. I felt…sad. Scared. Nervous. What happened to him? It must’ve been really bad for him to act like this.

“You can talk to me, you know Star,” I said quietly, hoping to ease his nerves. But it only seemed to trigger him. His face snapped towards me, and his words seeped through me like venom. Hitting my vital points slowly.

“Don’t you know how annoying you are?” He snapped, glaring at me harshly. I felt myself shrink under his gaze. “Can’t you tell I want to be left alone?”

Ouch. Was what I thought. That hurt, bad. He knew…he knew about how I was scared that people were annoyed by me. How I felt I was a nuisance around others.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Immediately turning away to give him space. In fact I walked far enough away that I couldn’t see him. I felt hurt. Alone. My own soulmate didn’t like me. I sat down, the want to cry strong. But I sucked it up. Locked up how I felt deep within me. I didn’t want to be a burden after all. I was already proving to be one.

The next night, he didn’t show up. One part of me was concerned. But a more selfish part was thankful I didn’t have to see him again. It gave me time to sulk alone.

Though after that, I saw him after I fell asleep. The last words he spoke to me rang through my head, so I turned to leave him alone once more. And he made no move to stop me. Ouch. I felt that prickly feeling in my eyes when you want to cry, but I closed them and took deep breaths. I refuse to cry.

It was like that for a week. My family noticed that I wasn’t as chipper, but they didn’t mention it. Which made me feel even more alone. My friends carried on as usual as well. It felt like everyone was moving on without me.

I laid down in a ball. Watching the flowers sway with the breeze. I heard footsteps behind me. Star’s asleep too. I didn’t make any movement. Just continued to watch the blue flower dance with the wind. What’s the point in doing anything, it’s not like he cares about me in the end.

“Flower?” I heard him call out softly. So quietly, that the breeze nearly drowned him out. Even though I told him my name, he decided to give me a nickname as well. He explained it was because it wasn’t fair that he was the only one with a cheesy nickname.

My hand twitched against the grass at that memory. I wanted to smile at the thought, but I didn’t. I didn’t have the energy to. I just continued to watch the flower, trying to distract myself. Try not to pay attention as I heard him sit next to me. It was silent for a while.

“I’m…sorry,” Star apologized with hesitancy. I furrowed my eyebrows as I started to mess with the grass. “I…I didn’t mean what I said.”

“You don’t have to lie,” I replied flatly. “I know I’m annoying, it’s just a fact. Just leave me alone.”

“But you’re not annoying,” He replied quickly. “I’m sorry I called you that. I was just stressed. I shouldn’t have…taken it out on you.”

My vision blurred as tears tried to pass my eyes, clenching my fist around the grass to ground myself. Taking in a deep breath, I worked on calming myself. Once I knew I wouldn’t break down, I turned to face him, laying on my back. His face was littered with guilt as he stared down at me from his position.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I replied back meekly.

“I know,” He said, just as meekly. “I’m sorry.”

We grew closer after that. He missed more nights as well. It was clear he was going through something. He’d show up more battered, and the fact that he kept missing sleep…it caused me to worry more.

When I was fifteen, nearly all my friends had met their soulmate outside of the dreamscape. I was…jealous. I wanted to see Star in person. Awake.

“Star!” I exclaimed once I saw him. I waved him over to me energetically. I’ve finally drawn up the courage to ask him to meet me in real life. I didn’t see the harm. He smiled slightly at my enthusiasm and sat next to me.

“What’s got you so excited?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I had an idea,” I replied with a smile, looking at him. My eyes drifted to the scar that now laid on his right cheek, reminding me of that awful night we fought. I brought my focus back to his eyes as he responded.

“That’s not good,” He joked and I scoffed playfully.

“Oh hush,” I said, swatting his shoulder. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up. Like when we’re awake.”

His playful demeanor fell, and my smile fell with it, “No.”

I frowned and stared at him in confusion, “Why not?”

“Because,” Star said, not looking at me anymore. “I haven’t even told you my real name, why would you even want to meet me anyways?”

My gaze dropped to my lap at that. He was right, I still didn’t know his name. It’s been nine years since we first met in this dreamscape, and he still hasn’t told me his real name. It…kinda hurts now that I think about it. We were soulmates after all, platonic or romantic, who cares. Didn’t they at least give each other their names?

“I don’t care,” I responded simply. It…wasn’t fully the truth, but his name didn’t matter to me in the grand scheme of things. I still wanted to see him face to face. Maybe even have him meet my parents if he was comfortable. “You’re my friend Star, not to mention soulmate. I still want to see you outside of here.”

“Well that’s not gonna happen,” He snapped, glaring down at his hands. I frowned as I stared at him. I tried to read him, see if he was being serious. His tone of voice was spoken with finality, but his eyes told a different story. “I’m…shoot, I didn’t mean to snap. It’s just for the best if we don’t see each other.”

My heart sank. It just wasn’t fair. Why did he think that?

He stood by that. I'm seventeen now. I was helping my parents with their bakery now that I was old enough. The world changed now that Emperor Belos was no more. Everyone was free. No more being forced to join a coven. No more locking magic away. I’m honestly glad, the thought of being branded scared me. Life was peaceful once more.

Star…has changed. For the better I’d like to think. He was working on opening up more to me, and it warmed my heart. One night, we had a long night of him explaining everything. I was shocked to learn that he was the Golden Guard. That he served under Belos since he could first remember. That explained why he was always hurt, and why he would miss nights on end. He was a child soldier.

It broke my heart. He kept all of that away from me. Star told me it was because he didn’t want to put me in danger. It took him a bit to admit it. I found the sentiment sweet, but I scolded him, asking him how that would even put me in danger. Which he quickly rebutted that he knew I’d go looking for him…which he was kinda right.

I smiled fondly at the counter as I recalled that. The want to see him grew everyday, but I didn’t press him. He just got out of the hands of Belos, I think he needs some time to collect himself. I still didn’t know his name, which kind of bummed me out.

The bell rang out and I looked up, ready to greet the customer. I froze before I could utter anything. My eyes were glued to him. Star. He was here…in my parents' shop. My heart started to beat faster as excitement rushed through me. This couldn’t be happening, no way.

Soon, others came in behind him, all asking why he suddenly ran in here. But I paid them no mind.

“Star?” I asked out, scared that this ended up being an illusion.

“Hunter,” He replied back, smiling sheepishly showing his tooth gap that I adored. “I should’ve told you that sooner…”

I blinked in shock at the revelation, “Hunter? After all this time I thought it would’ve been something cooler like…I don’t know, Bartholomew or something.”

“Bartholomew?” Hunter asked out in amusement. “Dang, maybe I should change my name.”

“No, no,” I laughed, tears of joy starting to fall. “I think Hunter fits you.”

I made my way from behind the counter and rushed over to him. I brought him into a hug and he tensed. But he quickly relaxed and held me back. He was so warm, and I felt like a piece of the puzzle clicked. I felt whole, seen, loved, warm, happy. It was hard to explain. So I guess this is what my friends felt like when they met their soulmates.

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #hunter toh #the golden guard #golden guard #x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh x reader #the golden guard x reader #golden guard x reader

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The Pages You Left Behind

➛Pairing: ghost!namjoon x reader ; Namjoon × oc

➛ Genre: horror, ANGST, fluff

➛Trope: soft horror, forbidden love, unfulfilled love

➛Word Count: 2.8k+

➛Trigger warning: major character death

➛Rating: pg-13

➛Banner: made by apotatomashedbybts

➛Cross post: Wattpad | ao3

➛Author's note: This too is highly unedited and written in a night with my extremely sleepy head༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ. Please be kind (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

➛Edited: 10:28 am, 04 Oct 2022

➛Event: NO-FACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

->Day 3: PHANTOM

->phantom

/ˈfantəm/

noun.

a ghost.

➛Taglist: @btsstan12 ; @sugarwithtea ; @sweetieguk ; @kuuipobangtan

➛Summary: Helping him came with a price more than you could bear.

It's been a month and you have been noticing him ever since after joining this old town library.

You couldn't help but notice him since he stands out so much from the crowd dressed in neat and sharp black turtleneck, black blazer and white trousers that he wears every single day with a lost expression plastered on his face. But what makes him stand out the most are two things - first, people always ignore him as if he isn't even there and second, he always does the same things every other day. There aren't any patterns of his actions but it was sure that he is going to do either this or that, nothing else.

Observing him for so many days has made you kind of used to him and you won't admit it to yourself but you liked to see him.

So one fine day, after your study session was over you walked out of the library before your friends and saw him standing at his usual spot in the middle of the front yard of the library, staring at the front gate impassively.

An impulse took over you and you walked straight towards him determined to talk to him today.

There wasn't a single movement of his face muscles until you stopped right in front of him. For the first time, you noticed his eyes grow a little bigger and scrunch in surprise but that only lasted a couple seconds.

You stood there in front of him and looked up and thought, "damn, he is tall."

You felt a strange exhilaration inside you as if you were asking out your crush seeing him up so close and you said excitedly without keeping in check what you were saying actually, "Hey! How's the weather up there?"

His forehead scrunched in confusion and he stammered, "Cooler than down there I guess."

Before you could realise your stupid question he seemed to have realise something and he staggered backwards while asking, "You can see me?"

"Of course, I can! What? Are you a ghost or something?" You snickered.

Before you could get an answer from him your friends jumped you from behind. You let out a shriek gaining a good amount of laughter from them.

"What were you doing here standing all alone looking up? The moon is over there!" One of your friends asked after they had finished making fun of you.

"What? I was just talking to him." You turned around to point at him but he was no longer there.

"Him? Who? Who?" Your friends asked curiously.

"Just someone..." Your voice trailed off as your eyes wandered around to find him but couldn't.

Next day you saw him again. This time he wasn't standing like a statue in the middle of the yard but he was in front of one of the lonely one of the innumerable aisles of books in the library scanning through all the shelves but not touching any.

You snuck up behind him to give him a little scare which worked too well and you were left laughing like a maniac when he fell on his butt.

A strict warning from the librarian and your laugh was gone in an instant which made him smile this time while he got up.

It'd be an understatement if you said his smile was beautiful. It made you speechless. And you stood there staring at him agape until he stood up and started walking away towards one of the other aisles.

You were quick to catch up to him and while standing beside him you whispered, "So... Ghosts get scared too," and let out a pressed chuckle.

"I was just surprised. Not scared." He cleared his throat.

"That was a mighty reaction I would say." You smirked.

"Whatever. Stop following me." He rolled his eyes and craned his neck to one of the top shelves.

"I would but it's not everyday that I see ghosts. So... what binds you here?" You asked cautiously sparing a quick glance at him.

"Aren't you scared of me?" He asked.

You shook your head pretty hard, "Why would I be? You seem harmless," and beautiful.

"Will you help me if I tell you what binds me here?" He asked slowly, cautiously and with dim eyes looking down at the organised books before him. His hands hovered over the books but when he touched them his fingers went through them.

At that moment, seeing his eyes that held back those non-substantial tears you thought to yourself that you would give him everything to not see that expression ever again.

"Y/n."

"Hm?"

"My name... It's y/n. What's yours?"

"My name... What was it again?" He looked genuinely lost for a moment before replying, "Ah! Yes! It's Namjoon."

He smiled sheepishly and extended his hand to which you reciprocated the gesture, forgetting for a moment that he was just an apparition, unaffected by your physical body.

Your hand passed right through his and you felt a tingly cold sensation and you whispered, mesmerised, "Cool."

Namjoon gave you light smile that faded quickly and he said, "It's time for you to go home."

"What? Shit! It's over already? I haven't written anything for the project yet!" You panicked and said, "let's meet tomorrow, okay?," before hurriedly walking away.

The next day you found Namjoon at the edge of the east wall of the library boundary. You never saw him there before.

You ran over to him and greeted him enthusiastically. You wanted to ask for the reason but it'd give away that you have been watching him for a long time.

But your curiosity were answered shortly as he said, "I have a place I want to take you to! There we can talk in peace!"

"Okay..." you scrunched your eyebrows and smiled confusedly but giving in right away.

You followed him through an opening or rather a big crack in the east wall and after walking a few feet you came to a field of tall grasses.

He signalled you to follow him and disappeared into the grasses.

You pushed your way through the grasses straight ahead until you reached a small clearing where you found Namjoon sitting.

You sat beside him and he said, "Isn't this a nice place? You don't have to whisper anymore!"

"Mhm!" You agreed and looked around excitedly while sitting down.

Sitting down you asked right away, "So, now tell me what is binding you here."

His eyes were lost somewhere ahead of himself as he answered, "A book."

"A book?"

"Yes. I have to find that book. I feel like there's something important there."

"You feel like? You don't know?"

"Yeah. I am forgetting things... I have been here for so long I feel like as time is passing it's taking away a bit of myself with it. And if I don't find it sooner I'll be lost forever." His voice sounded distant.

"Do you remember how you.. um... died?"

"No, not really. I just remember a car accident of sort."

"Do... you remember the name of the book?" You asked, hoping he remembered.

And he did, so he answered, "Yes! I do! It's the `79 edition of Forever by Judy Blume! It was the last signed copy of the book donated to the library herself! I was there when she came by!"

"`79... 1979..." your voice sounded lost in thought and then you jolted when you realised it, "you were alive back then?"

"Eh?" Namjoon was confused at your shocked expression, "what year is it?"

"It's fucking 2022, old man!" You shouted.

Namjoon broke down into a laughter and said, "It's been that long? No wonder I hear my bones creak sometimes."

You let out a heavy sigh and laid down on the soft small grass.

Namjoon laid down beside you and you both stared at the evening sky for God knows how long.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into lost minds. You finally sat up with a huff and said, "I think it's time. I am going. I'll start searching from tomorrow."

"You will?"

"Yes... There must be a reason why only I can see you and why I can only see you." You answered before starting to walk.

The walk out the grasses was short and when you reached the crack of the east wall Namjoon softly said, "thank you," before disappearing.

It's been a couple of months and you have searched all the aisles of the library, in vain. There wasn't a trace of that book.

Namjoon couldn't help you with finding the book but what did help was his presence. You somehow felt lighter around him. All your worries seemed to be pushed backwards whenever you were with him and you laughed more than anytime else. He was there and it was enough for you.

The day when the last shelf was done you decided to request the librarian to get you the information through the records in the library computer.

To be truly honest with yourself, you had actually thought of doing it the very first day but you were selfish. You refused to let go of the attachment you had grown with him in that short time. You wanted to know him more. And the greed of having more memories with him festered inside you.

You had thought he'd disappear as soon as the book gets discovered. You reasoned with yourself that a little more time wasn't much of a big deal.

But why today? Why did you feel that you've done something wrong? Was it his disappointed and sad eyes after you have finished searching everywhere? Probably. No, most definitely. You hated seeing that expression.

After an hour long request and another two hours of searching you finally found the book.

You rushed through the archived section and brought it out to Namjoon with the gentleness of caring a baby.

You couldn't see him anywhere in the library premises so you knew that he'd be in the clearing.

When you reached there, the sun was preparing to set. He was sitting on the grass staring at it and he glowed in the sunlight as it passed through his body.

"Guess what?" You squealed, at least tried to, to make yourself look happy.

Namjoon looked at you expectantly and he screamed, "no freaking way," when you brought the book out of the bag.

"I wish I could kiss you right now!" Namjoon exclaimed happily as he swayed and waited for you to flip through the pages with the excitement that of a child.

He couldn't realise the effect of his words on you as it pierced through your heart and you whispered, blinking away your tears, "me too."

You began flipping through the almost brownish pages slowly and abruptly and almost instantly you opened the two pages which had something in between them.

There was a vintage polaroid photograph with a heart drawn around Namjoon and a girl around his age in it. And there was small letter folded in half.

You looked at Namjoon and you had never seen him like that. He was becoming more opaque by the second and you could see he was clenching his jaw, trying not to cry.

You reached out your hand to take the letter but you felt it. You felt his hand upon yours. You felt his cold hand upon yours. You could feel him. You could touch him. You wanted to hug him right then and there and kiss him and tell him that you loved him, you loved him so freaking much but...

But his eyes were glued to the letter. The letter consumed his whole attention.

And you let go of his hand that was touching you as you handed him the letter. You kept the book gently on the ground and waited for him to read it.

You stole glances at him as he read through it and wondered if it was from his lover and the more you thought about it the more you felt like someone was squeezing your heart with all their might inside your chest.

But despite your blurry vision you noticed Namjoon's skin glow with small star like lights racing inside him like a network and he became more transparent by the minute. His eyes glowed a white as white light melted from his eyes. You panicked and held his hand.

Your mind charged through a series of bright lights as soon as you touched him and you found yourself standing in the clearing except it was much more greener and bushier and you saw a bunch of young people sitting here and there chatting and laughing.

You recognised Namjoon being one of them and you saw him wearing a different outfit. You smiled to yourself and whispered, "handsome."

You noticed him stealing shy glances at someone and your eyes followed his and you found a girl, who felt oddly familiar to you, laughing with her friends.

As if you were zoomed out of the scene, you found yourself in the library the next moment and you saw the girl taking the book from Namjoon and putting something in there just before keeping it in the shelf and she smiled at Namjoon shyly while doing so.

You recognised the dress that Namjoon was wearing. It's the same one that he wears everyday. That meant that was the day he was going to... die.

Namjoon went to take the book but was pulled out by his friends because apparently there was some big game going on that day.

You zoomed out again and now you were in what you guessed was Namjoon's room. He was writing a letter. He hadn't changed his outfit yet.

"You have a beautiful handwriting too." You whispered.

After finishing writing the letter he folded it neatly and brought out a pile of letters and putting it on the top of the stack he tied it and put it back in the drawer.

Next moment you saw him lying in his bed tossing and turning. He couldn't keep calm so he put on the blazer and got out of his house on his bicycle.

This time when you zoomed out you found yourself riding the bicycle and it had started to rain. You screamed in your brain to stop but at the same time you wanted to know what A-yeong had kept in that book.

Wait, A-yeong?

You couldn't think further as a deafening honk hammered your ears and you saw a bright light and felt a terrible pain in your chest in the next moment.

You felt yourself dying there.

With a sudden pull you were out of there and you were in front of Namjoon again, in your world, still holding his hand.

Namjoon was fading and glowing even more. You held onto him tightly.

"No please. Please don't leave me. Please. I can't let you go. Please." You pleaded with tear laden eyes.

Namjoon smiled softly and the white tear danced in the corner of his eyes and he softly wiped away the tears from your eyes.

You didn't want him to touch you if the cost of it was losing him. You shook away his hand and he smiled sadly, "I am sorry. But I have to go. None of it should have happened. I am sorry that it did."

He held your hand again and leaned closer. You closed your eyes and you felt his soft cold lips on yours.

Was this the heart break that people talked about? This unbearable pain inside you that you felt like your heart would give up anytime?

You didn't want anyone to answer it. Because you knew now. You knew that his kiss was heartbreaking. And you were ready to get your heart broken again if it meant you could kiss him again.

You didn't know how much time passed or if it stopped still in his kiss but it seemed to fall apart when he broke the kiss.

Namjoon handed over the letter to you and looked into your eyes, still holding your hand, "Thank you for making me feel I was alive again."

You broke down on the ground and your body shook violently trying to keep up with the pain that was leaving your body in shape of sobs and whimpers. The little glowing lights still floated surrounding you that were left behind as Namjoon dissipated in the air just like the death of a star.

You stayed there until late night looking at the stars and the moon and wondered if Namjoon was a part of them now.

You slowly got up and when you reached the library to return the book to the late-working librarian she glanced at your disheveled self once and went back to keep the book back in its place.

Your eyes wandered for a moment on the empty aisles of the dimly lit library and they felt lonely and void.

You came out of the libray and stared at the particular place in the front yard where Namjoon used to stand. The place never felt so sad before.

Suppressing your tears you slowly walked under the street light and opened the letter. It was a confession - a beautifully written love confession to Namjoon signed by A-yeong Lim.

"Wait, what?" You hurriedly put the picture under light and closely inspected the face.

How could you not recognise her? Your own aunt!

You could now put every pieces together - why she felt so familiar, why she didn't marry and refused to do so ever... And why you were able to see him.

You smiled bitterly at universe's plan and probably cursed it even. But you knew what you had to do now.

Keeping the bitterness and tears at bay you put the letter and the photo inside your bag and made your way towards Namjoon Kim's house to retrieve the pages he left behind.

~~~~~☠︎☠︎☠︎~~~~~

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