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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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Can you do an Adam x angel reader (romantic) one shot where Adam is at a gig (cus he’s canonically in a band) and he takes notice of the reader in the crowd. Yk just kinda do what you want with it (maybe you could make it a little smutty😏) thx 💜💜

Fucking the Guitarist

A/N: Again, I wrote this high, so I’m sorry for any mistakes ✌️

Warnings: Semi-public sex

(Name) wouldn’t consider herself a groupie by any means, but she did make a point to go to every single performance that Adam’s band put on. She had a massive crush on him, but so did half the girls there. She didn’t feel like competing, so she had never met Adam before, seeing as he was always swarmed by girls as soon as the show ended.

It was another night spent watching Adam’s band, and they had just finished their final set. (Name) slipped out some side doors into an alley to have a smoke. She was lighting up when she heard the doors open again. She turned to see who her company was, and almost dropped her lighter when she saw Adam himself.

He glanced at her then did a double take. “Sup.”

Oh my god, he was talking to her.

“Hey.” (Name) tried to play it cool.

“I know you. You come to every show.”

(Name) was shitting herself. He had noticed her?

“How come you’ve never come up to say hi?” Adam asked, walking over and taking the lighter out of (Name)’s hand. He flicked it open and lit her cig for her.

“Because,” (Name) said after a long drag. “I’m not some groupie.”

Adam was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. “I know that,” he said, handing her back her lighter. (Name) eyed him, taking it and screaming internally when their fingers touched.

Adam held out a hand, and (Name) passed him the cig. He took a long drag from it before handing it back, making sure their hands touched again. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“I always do,” (Name) replied.

“What’s your name?”

“(Name).”

They chatted for a while before Adam needed to get back to his band. “I’ll meet you here next time?” He phrased it as a question. (Name) was star struck. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” Adam smirked, backing up and making finger guns at her. “Next time, (Name).”

To (Name)’s surprise, he did meet her in that alley again after his next show. And the next show. And the next show. They kept meeting until (Name) would dare to call them friends.

It was after a show and they were talking in the back alley as they normally would. “How’d you get away from your adoring fans this time?” (Name) teased. Adam chuckled but didn’t answer. “I don’t know why you spend time with me instead of getting laid. You’ve got plenty of options.”

Adam smiled, looking away. “Yeah, it would be nice to get laid after my shows more often.” (Name)’s heart dropped. “But there’s only one person I’ve wanted to fuck lately.” He pointedly looked at her and she blushed.

He grinned, backing her against the brick wall. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“Who-” (Name) swallowed. “Who do you want to fuck?”

Adam rolled his eyes, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. “You, bitch.”

(Name) floundered for words and Adam suddenly looked slightly unsure of himself. “If you want, I mean.”

Of course (Name) wanted it, she’d wanted this for months. Boldly, she reached up and grabbed his collar, dragging him down to her level. She pressed her lips to his. She could feel Adam smile against her mouth, pleased.

His hands traveled down her sides to her ass, which he lightly tapped to indicate what he wanted. (Name) got the signal and jumped, Adam picking her up, and (Name) locking her legs around his waist.

They made out passionately, (Name) holding onto his horns. When they pulled apart for air, (Name) dared to ask, “Can I see you without your mask?” The question threw Adam off.

“How about we go back to my penthouse?” he finally asked.

That was a big step, (Name) hadn’t been expecting, but they were taking a lot of big steps tonight. Adam set her down and offered her his hand, and together they flew off to Adam’s apartment building. They didn’t bother with the elevator, flying straight to Adam’s balcony.

As soon as they landed, Adam was on her, pushing her onto a couch, not even bothering to go inside. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and settled between her thighs, pressing his erection against her crotch.

They fervently reconnected their lips, teeth clashing and tongues rubbing against one another. When they separated for air again, (Name) reiterated her question. “Your mask?”

Adam hesitated.

“You’re about to be inside me,” (Name) pointed out. “I think that’s intimate enough for me to see your face.”

Adam hummed. “That’s a good point, sweetie.” He leaned back and grabbed the bottom of his mask, slowly pulling it up and off his face. (Name) stared at him starstruck. Adam looked unsure without his mask, so (Name) reached up to cup his face in her hands.

“You’re so handsome,” she whispered.

Adam smiled.

They kissed, and (Name) moaned at the sensation of his human lips. The noise spurred Adam on, who snuck his hand up her shirt to grope her breast. (Name) moaned again. Adam pulled back and ripped off her shirt. Shame, she had liked that shirt.

She didn’t have time to be annoyed about it though, as Adam was climbing off her and tugging down her pants. He pulled her up and (Name) went to question him before she was cut off by him bending her over the arm of the couch. He ripped her panties off too.

He knelt down next to the couch so he was looking at (Name)’s face as his hand massaged her ass before his fingers crept to where she wanted them most.

“You’re so wet~” Adam smirked, enjoying the expressions on (Name)’s face. He slid one finger inside of her, then two. When he was met with no resistance he added a third finger. He watched (Name)’s mouth fall open as she moaned again, burying her face in the couch.

“Ah ah,” Adam pulled his fingers out. (Name) whined at the loss. “Let me see your face.” (Name) turned her head, blushing. “Good girl~” Adam’s long fingers slid back into her and she sighed contentedly.

“Adam,” she whined. “What, baby?” Adam teased. “You want my cock? Can’t wait to get a taste of the original dick, huh?”

He thrust his fingers in and out, revelling in the facial expressions of pleasure (Name) made. “Please,” (Name) begged. “I want you.” Her words made Adam’s dick twitch, and he decided he’d had enough of teasing her.

He pulled his fingers out and stood, undoing his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down, kicking them off. He stood behind her and gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.

(Name) let out an unabashed moan. “Adam~”

Adam couldn’t go slow for long, quickly bottoming out with a groan. “Fuck, (Name), you feel so fucking good.” (Name) clenched around him at his praise. After giving her a moment to adjust to his size, Adam began thrusting.

He started at a steady pace, but very quickly lost in, pounding into (Name) with no regards. Her ass jiggled as his pubic bone slammed against it everytime he thrust in deep. His grip on her hips was almost bruising.

(Name) was gripping the couch cushion for dear life as Adam fucked her. She realized, vaguely, that they were on his balcony, where anyone could possibly see them. The thought only made her more excited. Maybe she was a bit of a freak.

Adam reached a hand around her and down to her clit, circling it with one slender finger. (Name) cried out, the pleasure intensifying tenfold.

“I’m fucking close,” Adam grunted. His hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “(Name)!” he moaned her name as he came, bending over her to bite down on her shoulder as he unloaded his seed into her womb.

His fingers didn’t cease their minstrations, and (Name) came shortly after with a drawn out gasp.

They both panted, coming down from their highs. They were sticky with sweat, and (Name) was sticky with cum when Adam pulled out.

He slid an arm under her breasts and pulled her up, holding her steady by the waist.

She turned around in his hold and looked up at him, looking utterly fucked out. It was Adam’s new favorite sight.

“Let’s get inside,” he said, bending down to kiss her forehead. “I think we both need a shower.”

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harleehazbinfics · 3 months

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Love eat?

Alastor x cannibal servant!reader

Original Concept | Additional Concept

Word count: 1764

A/N: sup im back with more crack, jk. but yeahhh i did a oneshot of that imagine and now we're here. i've channeled my inner crazy and that led me to this oneshot lmao, sorry if it's not up to par but pls enjoooooyyyy!

ps I can't find the artist pls help. chainsaw man falling devil spoiler sorry

“Yuta!” you called your boyfriend from where you sat waiting for him.

“Sorry, I'm late,” he says with an apologetic smile, placing his bag to his side while he sat in front of me.

“No, it's ok! You're doing your best in school. I was the one who asked you to eat with me anyway,” you responded clapping your hands together, appealing cutely to your boyfriend.

“But you're busy with your culinary classes too. I'm sure you're working harder than I am!” He replied, making you smile at how genuine he sounded.

You reached inside your bag and presented 2 lunch boxes in front of him. His eyes widen in anticipation while you opened them, revealing a well plated pork cutlet and a healthy salad in the other lunch box.

“I have! I learnt a few new things during class, and I wanted you to be the first to eat my cooking. I hope you like them!” He smiles at you, flattered that he was the first thing on your mind when you made the meal. He always loved your cooking.

The both of you met when you were first years, he was just roaming the halls familiarizing himself with the school layout when he heard you squealing inside a room and helped you put out a small fire that you accidentally created while you stayed behind in the Economics Room to relearn the basics taught to you that day. So, he stayed with you until the end so that you won't set the whole room on fire this time, and as thanks you gave the meal you completed to him afterwards. As he tasted it, threw it back up when he tasted how salty it was, so you resolved yourself that you'd make a decent meal for him, and that's where your friendship to relationship started.

“Wow! You've really outdone yourself this time!” He yells with stars in his eyes, savoring each bite.

You laughed at him and pushed the salad closer to him, and said, “You can eat all of it. It's all for you!”

“Really? Thanks a lot! It's so great to have you as my girlfriend!”

-=-=-=-

“Yuta?” you asked with wide eyes as you eyed the knife in his hand that was pointed at you.

“I-I can't take it anymore. I don't want to eat any food you make for me anymore, it’s disgusting. I don’t want to eat humans! I hate it, I hate it, I HATE YOU!” He screamed lunging at you.

He pushes the knife to your stomach, a few moments later you feel the metallic taste in your throat, letting the liquid drop from your tongue as you took has face that held great remorse for you. You smiled at the pretty expression on his face and rubbed your thumb on his cheeks, smearing it with your own blood.

"How pretty. I love all the expressions you make. Do it more," you coughed out.

His expression changes from fear to disgust and anger. Vengefully, he takes your wrists binding them together in his forceful grip and continues to stab you until you died from the pain and blood loss. However, despite your body tensing and losing color on you face, he never stopped. After his knife slipped out of his hands from your blood, he threw himself at you and bit into your neck.

Devouring you. Bit by bit.

---

You've been aimlessly roaming around hell and chopping sinners with your cleaver that were dumb enough to pick a fight with you. At the moment, you sat on top of a building waiting for something to happen while eating an beefy arm starting from the shoulder.

While you were gnawing at it with a blank expression on your face. You were surprised when a massive green explosion appeared out of nowhere, inducing a few screams of terror.

Just a couple blocks in front of you, you see a giant red deer demon with black tentacles coming out his back as he crushed sinners in his hands and consuming them.

You immediately dropped the arm you were holding and watched as the overlord showed off his power against you, sinners. Unable to hold yourself, you followed his parade of chaos and squeaked when he appears behind you wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"How rude of you to follow me around, while I was playing with my meal," he remarks with a snarky tone.

You got distracted with his voice. How could someone be so seductive with a radio filter on, you ask yourself.

"It's also rude to stare, you know?" He adds, starting to get pissed off by how unresponsive you were as you just kept gawking at him.

"I was just admiring how powerful you were, sir! I've never seen a demon turn into that kind of form. I-I was enchanted!" You yelled at him, hands clasped together while fan-girling at his abilities with hearts in your eyes.

"My, I've never seen such behavior from a person such as you. Are you eager to be eaten?" He laughs before his eyes turning black leaving his red pupils and radio dial iris.

"Yes! I would be happy to!" You answered almost immediately, making him revert to his normal self, getting caught off guard with your reply.

He hums turning his head in confusion and irritation, “Well, that just won’t do. I only like it when my prey gets scared rather than having a sacrifice like you.”

He tries to ride away in his shadow but before he could do so, he halts in his steps when you step in front of him. “Please! I’ll act scared! I’ll do anything! I just want to be with you!” you cried dropping to the floor pathetically making him deadpan to the sight.

He huffs, and turns his back at you, “Hmm. Do what you wish.”

With that, you stayed and served Alastor for years. You’ve arranged deals for him, did his bidding on some occasions and even represented him a few times in meetings. However, your main occupation was his personal chef.

Sure, one could argue that he likes his meats raw and cooks for himself sometimes. But do you expect that man to cook every meal for himself for a nearly a century? Overlords don’t have that much free time, you know? (or at least that what Sir Alastor says) and you happily take on this task when he discovers that you were an excellent chef, living up to his own impossible standards.

However, you find yourself in a very peculiar situation.

“(y/n)? Is it really you?”

You’ve come face to face with your first love and your killer. You couldn’t help but leap up from you position and hug him while he did his best to get away from you.

“Yuta! You’re finally in here! I knew you’d come to find me, hehe,” you cried still hugging him while he struggled in your mighty grip. “I’ve been waiting for you, y’know?” you said to him with your eyes darkening at him giving him the familiar dangerous look in your eye making him tense up and unconsciously threw you across the room with his strength.

You didn’t hit the impact when Alastor raised his arms and caught you before placing you on your feet, ignoring your heart-eyes as usual.

“And who is this with you?” he asks the group, almost sneering at the new man.

“This is Yuta! He’s our new guest! We found him in Cannibal Town, and he asked us where we were, he’s now he's here!” Charlie introduces excitedly holding Yuta by the shoulder.

“Ooh, is he a bad boy?” Nifty asks looking flirtatiously.

“Why, of course! He’s the one that killed me after all!” I announced with a smile. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

He rolls his eyes and says to Charlie, “I’ll be fine anywhere as long as I don’t get involved with her. I’ll find a room myself.”

You all watch as he shows himself to one of the rooms while Charlie replies, “Uhh, ookayyy?”

“So, what’s with you and that guy?” Angel first asks, “There’s a lot of sexual and… psychological tension there.”

“Yeah, and what do you mean he killed you?” Vaggie continues, while all of them looked at you.

“Oh, you know, couple fights. One thing led to another and poof, I was gone,” you explained simply with a laugh, making Nifty laugh as well.

“So, you two dated?” Angel asked in surprise.

“Exactly, why?” I smiled at him.

“Uhh, sure. He just looks like a boy failure to me. How the fuck could he bag a hottie like you!” Angel laughs throwing his head back.

"What a crazy bitch," Husk comments blankly looking at you before peeking at Alastor's annoyed face making him raise his long brow.

You tilt you head to the side confused, before Charlie would come in and say that she’d explain it to you.

A few weeks gone by, and you didn’t stop pestering your ex with things he hated when you couldn’t get enough of the expressions on his face. You loved seeing him get so angry with you, you just loved getting on his nerve. Or it could be some fucked up enjoyment of how you remembered being eaten by him half dead that sent chills to your body every time.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your shit!” he yells bursting in flames.

“Oh, what? Cat got your tongue baby boy?” you teased him hands behind your back trying to annoy him.

“Oh, fuck you!” he screams as he runs forward at you trying to land a punch which you jump away from effortlessly.

He eventually tires himself out and sees you giving the deer demon googly eyes that ticks him off. He loads up a fire blast and shoots it at Alastor. You intercepted it in between not noticing him following behind it and takes hold of you neck choking you.

“Not bad,” you wheeze out with a wicked grin, setting him off and squeezing your neck tighter.

He fails to notice the black portal underneath him where a black tentacle reaches out to his ankle and wraps around his body, making him let go off you.

“I’d rather you not mess with my property if I were you,” Alastor announces menacingly as he had you in his arms. You feel starstruck as you were being princess carried and being defended by the one you admired. “I don’t like sharing, so this is my last warning for both of you to not get involved with each other.”

“Yes, sir! Anything for you!” you scream your heart out that felt like it was beginning to burst out of your chest and leap in your throat, while you give him heart eyes that he ignored, while he brought both of you to his chambers.

"Are you finally going to eat me, Sir Alastor?"

"Shut your mouth before I stitch it up for you."

"Yes, sir! I love you! 💕"

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hysteria-things · 2 months

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FOUR

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been living a secret life of being a party girl, but it gains the suspicion of a certain someone.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, mentions of drug use, underage drinking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,235

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i updated the series masterlist to where it now has a disclaimer! i forgot to put it before🙈

“hello?” you say into the phone, your friends jaiden and claudia’s faces fill the screen. jaiden is on her laptop while claudia is on the couch in her living room.

these are your girls. you didn’t grow up with them like the others, but you’ve bonded throughout high school. they’ve seen you have more breakdowns than anything but have stuck by your side all these years.

unlike some people.

“y/n.” claudia starts. “are you doing anything tonight?”

“no, why?”

she brushes her black bangs out of her eyes with her hand and smiles. “good because you’re coming with us.”

you blink at them. “i need more info.”

“paige’s boyfriend is throwing a party tonight. you in, or are you in?” jaiden says, adjusting her glasses that lay on the brim of her nose.

“when does the party start?”

“nine. i’ll pick you up around 8:45ish,” she says. you nod, silently saying you will be going.

since meeting them, you have been partying a lot. they’re not bad influences or anything. the number one thing you’ve always wanted to do was get out of your comfort zone.

another tiny secret is that you’ve done some drugs here and there. not to where you’re addicted, but to where you felt out of it.

not even the triplets know that.

at exactly 8:45, your phone pings. it’s a text from claudia saying that she’s here. you walk to the room that’s next to your bedroom, which is your mom’s office. she’s sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer. “i’m going out with claudia and jaiden. i don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“this late?” she asks. she leans her head down slightly to get a peek at you through her glasses while she also wants to look at the computer screen.

“yeah. i won’t be out long, i promise. i’ll keep my ringer on for you.”

“okay. have fun, be careful.”

you walk out of the room, down the stairs, and go through the garage. you open the glass door and run down the driveway to jaiden’s car. “hey, girl.”

“hi.”

she grins at you through the rearview mirror before putting the car in drive. “how many people will be there? do you know?” you ask.

“it’s an open invite. that makes it better, in my opinion.” claudia replies, turning her head to face you in the backseat.

it felt like in the blink of an eye when you guys arrived. this guy didn’t even live ten minutes away. you can see the dimly colored lights from inside the house when the three of you step out of the car. it seems like he lives on a dead end, so there are some people outside either smoking, selling drugs, or making out.

the door is open and you can see a hoard of people inside, their voices overlapping the music that’s playing in the background. talk about an open invite.

you follow jaiden and claudia into the house. more voices and music progress the more you become closer. you guys squeeze through the crowd into the living room, where there is a bit more open space. paige is there, sitting on some dude's lap in a sofa chair. she is playing with his hair, which is extremely curly. she has a red solo cup in her hand that’s spilling from her being too focused on the boy. her eyes fall on you guys, and she gasps. “omg, hey guys!”

she gets off the boy’s lap and starts running over until she slips on what she spills from her cup. she balances herself, laughing. “paige!” jaiden exclaims.

that’s when the boy she was smothering herself on walks over. he is taller than you had anticipated, and his face has stubble on it. “finn, this is y/n, jaiden, and claudia.”

“sup.” he introduces with a nod.

“do you want a drink? i can get you something from the kitchen.” paige suggests, her voice loud enough to hear over the music.

you nod. “sure, what the hell?”

she links her arm with yours and drags you to the kitchen.

when you get there, she fills her drink before looking for one for you. “what would you like?”

“anything.”

“beer it is.” she laughs, grabbing one from the fridge full of different types of beverages. you open it and take a sip. you set your phone down on the counter but intend for it to stay there for only a second.

suddenly, your phone makes the noise snapchat makes when somebody sends you something, causing both of you to look down at it.

chris sturniolo is typing…

“holy shit.” she gasps. “am i seeing that right? is that the chris sturniolo that ditched you with his brothers?”

“shut up,” you mumble, and she looks at the phone again. this time confused. “are you guys friends again? does jaiden and claudia know?”

“i don’t know.” you sigh. “the four of us are trying to be, and i haven’t told them yet.”

chris sturniolo sent a chat.

paige hums. “i’ll leave you be. i miss my boyfriend.” she says with a smirk, leaving the kitchen.

before opening the message, you decide to go outside. it’s not like you’re going to call him, but the noise on the inside will make you have trouble thinking. you lean against the house with the beer in one hand and the phone in the other.

CHRIS

| hi :)

| christopher.

CHRIS

| what are you doing?

| i’m out with friends

CHRIS

| this late?

| yes, mom

| i’m a big girl!

CHRIS

| you’re hilarious🤣

| where are you?

| none of your beeswax, chrissy poo

CHRIS

| bringing back the old nickname i see

| your snap map says you are at finn yaw’s house

| do you not remember how much of a douchebag he was?

| he also DID NOT belong on the varsity lacrosse team he pissed me off idc what anybody says

| jaiden and claudia invited me, and besides he’s dating paige😭

| why do you care anyway🤨

CHRIS

| i just want you to be careful that’s all

| i still care about you, you know

| i appreciate the concern chris but i’ll be fine

| if it makes you feel better do you want me to text you when i get home🥺🥺 (you big baby)

CHRIS

| 😐

| please.

you leave him on open but continue looking at what just happened. you do appreciate his caring, but you still feel like a stranger to him.

you put your phone in your pocket to see paige hovering over your shoulder. “jesus!” you screech with a jump.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. i was looking for you to see if you wanted to play some beer pong but i noticed an interesting conversation was happening.” she wiggles her eyebrows. “i can tell he never stopped thinking about you.”

“i never stopped thinking about him either but he’s acting like we’re still best friends. i need to gain his trust back.” you rant, downing the rest of your drink. “it hasn’t even been seventy-two hours, by the way.”

“maybe he wants to be your best friend again.”

you sigh with a shrug. “let’s go play,” you say, walking past her to where the beer pong is being held.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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kaminokatieemoved · 11 months

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Ghostly Love || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal begins to fall for one of the ghosts at Addison Apartments. And that ghost is you.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Mentions Of Death. Mentions Of Suicide. Kissing.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Commissions are OPEN.

Sal sat up in bed, aimlessly reaching out to his bedside table for his prosthetic. After rubbing the sleep away from his eyes with his fists and yawning, Sal fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic, placing it comfortably on his face. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his feet into his slippers, stumbling his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen lazily.

Henry, Sal's father, had already left for work and, like usual, had left a note on the fridge reminding Sal to eat some breakfast before school. Sal, like usual, read the note and chuckled at the lame dad-joke Henry had signed off with before grabbing some cereal and making his way to the sofa. As he turned on the TV, Gizmo jumped up next to Sal, nuzzling his elbow before circling up into a ball and falling into a deep sleep. "I wish I could sleep all day like you can Giz," Sal mumbled as he took another spoonful of his cereal, taking in the morning news.

Once he had finished eating his breakfast, Sal placed his bowl in the sink to wash when he returned home from school and quickly dressed himself in his usual long black shirt, red skinny jeans and blue trainers. He eyed himself in his full-length mirror hanging on the back of his door as he messily threw his blue-hair up into his signature pigtails, sighing dramatically. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and threw it into his school bag before flinging it over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Gizmo and heading off to Nockfell High School.

As he walked through the doors of the school, Sal's eyes immediately landed on his best friend Larry who was leaning against his locker. Sal smiled to himself and hurriedly made his way over to his friend, greeting him with a wave and a happy "Hey Larry."

"Sup dude," Larry said with a smirk. "You up for some ghost huntin' after school?"

"As always," Sal nodded. He opened his locker and placed his school books in.

"Have you heard anything since we last did a hunt?" Larry asked, watching as Sal placed his books in his locker.

With a shake of his head, Sal closed his locker and turned his attention to his brown-haired friend. "Nah. It's been pretty quiet lately. It's... kinda weird."

"But nice right?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely if you've not heard anything, then the ghosts have moved on, right?"

"I suppose," Sal huffed, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder once more. "Come on. We should head to class."

Sal and Larry made their way to their first lesson of the day: maths. Sal loved maths, but now he was too focused on the prospect of ghost hunting to pay attention. Truth be told, he was starting to worry about the lack of paranormal activity back at the apartments. Each class of the day passed by so slowly, it was almost hell. Sal would occasionally catch Larry's eye and would make a gesture of a gun to his head, letting the boy know exactly how he felt in class. Lunch went by uneventfully too. Ash and Todd were absent with a sickness bug, so it was just Sal and Larry. They spent their lunch time coming up with a rough ghost hunting plan for the evening: they were going to head back to the apartments, do some homework and only then were they going to hunt some ghosts.

As the school day came to a close, both Sal and Larry couldn't get out of the building fast enough. They practically sprinted back to Addison Apartments and to the basement where Larry lived with his mother, Lisa.

"Hey boys," Lisa smiled softly as the two boys walked into the apartment.

"Hi Lisa," Sal chimed as he waved.

"You boys hungry?" She asked, chopping up some lettuce.

"I'm okay thank you Lisa," Said replied.

"I'm good thanks mum," Larry smiled. He grabbed Sal's arm and pulled him into his bedroom before closing the door behind the two of them. Larry's eyes widened when he had realised he had left his music playing quietly all day. "Oh shit. My bad," he said, turning it off and sitting on his bed.

"So homework..." Sal muttered, placing his bag on the floor and pulling out some of his books.

"I changed my mind dude," Larry rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna do homework."

"But-"

"No but's dude," Larry said. "We should just get on with the ghost hunt. I'm eager to see what you've been hiding from me. Do you have the Super Gear Boy with you?"

Sal decided not to argue with Larry about the homework situation, swiftly placing his books back inside his backpack and pulling out the Super Gear Boy. "Of course. Never go anywhere without it."

"Great," Larry grinned. "Where should we start?"

Sal thought for a moment before responding. "Top floor."

"Top, top floor?" Larry asked, confirming he meant floor five. Sal nodded in response. "Fair enough. What room first?"

"504," Sal said quickly. "I haven't seen Megan in a while. Hopefully she'll show and can answer some questions I have."

"Sounds cool," Larry said, standing up from his bed. "Shall we go?"

Sal nodded and led the way to the elevator. Larry had to semi-jog to keep up with Sal's quick pace. Once the pair entered the elevator, Larry pressed the number five and within a few seconds the pair were exiting the elevator on the fifth floor. They swiftly entered room 504 and were immediately greeted with a cold breeze floating around the dark, empty room.

Larry shivered as he held himself, looking sheepishly around the room. Sal on the other hand had the Super Gear Boy pressed against his chest. "Dude it's so cold in here," Larry chattered.

"That's a good sign," Sal mused, more-so to himself than Larry. Sal took a few steps into the room before using the Super Gear Boy and all of a sudden a ghost he had never seen before appeared.

"Hello?" Your soft voice came, filling the cold, dark room.

"Hi!" Larry squeaked, nervousness entering his voice from the fact a ghost was standing right in front of him. He had finally saw a ghost.

"Who are you guys?" You asked, motioning between the two boys.

"I'm Sal and this is my friend Larry," Sal piped up. He found his eyes trailing over your ghostly form. He couldn't help but notice how attractive you were, even for a ghost, and he felt silly even thinking about that. A slight blush spread across his face. "Who are you? I've not seen you before."

"My name is Y/N," you said softly, a ghostly hand hovering over your chest. "Have you seen my sister, Megan? I haven't seen her in such a long time."

"Megan is your sister?" Sal asked, looking around the room hoping to see the little girl, but she didn't appear. "That's why we're here actually. It's been a while since I've seen her. I was hoping to see her myself."

"Oh," you replied looking around the room.

Sal found his face heating up even more the more he looked at you. Unlike the other ghosts in the apartments, yours showed no hint as to how exactly you had died. This had Sal curious, an eyebrow raising as he continued to gaze at your form. "How did you die? If you don't mind me asking," Sal asked, regretting the words as soon as they exited his mouth.

"Suicide," you said solemnly. "After the murder of my sister, I couldn't cope with the world. I'll spare you the details of my death, but it was slow and painful."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sal whispered, looking down at his feet.

"So your sister is Megan?" Larry asked. "I've yet to meet her, but Sal has seen her in here a few times."

"You have?" You asked, voice full of hope.

Sal nodded. "Yeah, in the bathroom. Can you follow us? I'm hoping she'll come out and maybe if you're here too she'll be less shy."

"Of course," you said, a smile across your lips. Your ghostly form floated into the bathroom and Sal and Larry looked to each other before following.

When the boys entered the bathroom, Sal immediately spoke up. "Megan? Are you here?"

Nothing.

"Megan?" Sal continued. "I'm here with my friend Larry and your sister Y/N. If you're here, please come forward."

"I don't think she's here," your voice came, shaky, after a few moments of silence.

Sal sighed. "Maybe not."

"What does this mean?" Larry asked. "Has she passed on? Have they all passed on?"

"They couldn't have because Y/N is still here," Sal said, pointing at your ghost. You nodded in response. "Maybe she just feels shy, after all she hasn't met you yet Larry."

"Maybe," you pondered. "Or maybe someone is stopping her from coming forward?"

"Like who?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

"I don't know," you whispered quietly. "I-I have to go."

"Why?" Larry asked, but before he or Sal could say anything else your ghost disappeared from in front of their eyes. "Well that was..."

"Strange?" Sal finished, raising an eyebrow, Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his fists.

"Yeah," Larry agreed.

The rest of the night was uneventful as no other ghosts made themselves known, but Sal couldn’t help but think back to you. He lay on Larry’s bed as Larry strummed on his guitar. “Don’t you think Y/N’s death was tragic?” Sal mumbled, looking at the ceiling.

“Yeah, pretty tragic,” Larry replied as he continued strumming.

“Don’t you think she was pretty cute?” Sal asked quietly.

“Cute? Dude, she’s a ghost!” Larry couldn’t help the laugh that emitting from his throat.

“I know, I know,” Sal groaned rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of how ridiculous he was being. Thinking a ghost was cute?

Larry continued to laugh at his blue-haired friend as he put his guitar down and walked over to him on the bed. “Remember dude, she’s dead. Don’t get attached.”

“I know,” Sal rolled his eyes again before sitting up. “I should probably get going home, my dad will be wondering where I am.”

“He’ll know you’re down here dude, but sure,” Larry responded, watching as Sal put his shoes on and grabbed his backpack.

“See you tomorrow man,” Sal said, waving goodbye to Larry and leaving the basement, heading back to his apartment.

That night Sal slept dreadfully as usual. His nightmares were getting worse. It was roughly half three in the morning and he found himself sneaking out of his apartment and to the elevator. The Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his hands as he walked out of the elevator and to room 504. As he walked in, the same cold gust of air hit his face and he knew that you were around. He used the Super Gear Boy and immediately you appeared. “Hi Sal,” your voice came before you did.

“Hi Y/N,” Sal said in a hushed voice. He was somewhat ashamed to be there, even though he couldn’t be sure why. “How are you?”

“Dead,” you replied, a slight laugh leaving your lips. “How are you Sal? Can you not sleep?”

Sal shook his head, sitting down cross legged on the floor. “No, bad dreams.”

“Do you want to talk about them?” You asked, your ghostly form sitting down opposite him.

Sal shook his head again. “No thank you. I want to forget about them,” he said. “I guess that’s why I’m here.”

“To forget your bad dreams?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess…” Sal said, uncertain. He wasn’t sure why he was there, he just really wanted to see you again.

“How can I help?” You asked. Your hand rested, and fell through, Sal’s shoulder. You chuckled and pulled your hand away, resting it on your lap. “Sorry, I forget I’m dead sometimes, and I never have visitors.”

“It’s okay,” Sal smiled softly at you. He wished you could touch him. He gazed into your eyes and found himself getting lost in their colour. Although you were dead they still seemed to sparkle but, it might have been a trick of his mind in the dark room. “How old were you when you died?” Sal asked.

“Nineteen,” you replied. “I had my whole life ahead of me but I just couldn’t see it.”

“I’m sorry,” Sal whispered, getting himself comfortable on the hard floor. He saw tears form in your lower lash line and attempted to change the subject. “Do you ever have visitors?”

You shook your head. “Not in a long time.”

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” Sal asked. “I’ve been seeing ghosts around the apartment for a few months now but, never you.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know why, I’ve always been here.”

“Maybe we just missed each other,” Sal mused.

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile.

You and Sal sat and talked for hours, until the sun began to rise. You spoke about your life when you were alive, about your family and friends. You learned about Sal, about his life and his family and friends. You both really got to know each other within the space of a few hours. Sal yawned and rubbed his eyes as he checked his phone for the time. “Shit,” he said, eyes widening. It was almost seven in the morning. He could hear the birds chirping and see the light coming through the boarded up windows of the apartment.

You looked towards Sal’s phone and back at him. “You have to go?” You asked.

“I do,” Sal sighed, tucking his phone back into his pockets. “I have to go to school soon.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t have kept you up here. You should have been asleep.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Sal replied, a smile gracing his lips. “I’d much rather be up here talking to you than in my bed asleep.”

“That’s sweet Sally,” you replied as he stood up, dusting himself off.

“Will I see you again?” He asked hopefully, picking up the Super Gear Boy.

“I’m always here,” you responded.

“I’ll be back,” he said, a silent promise between the two of you. You nodded in responde and watched as Sal left the room before disappearing again.

That day in school was a disaster. Sal fell asleep in every lesson. “Sally Face what’s wrong? Still can’t sleep?” Ash asked as she sat next to Todd at the lunch table.

Sal picked at his food, eyes closing as he ignored her. “Bad dreams again?” Larry asked, nudging Sal’s side.

Sal jumped and nodded. “Yeah, but, I went to speak to Y/N last night after my nightmare.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Todd asked, taking a bite of his food.

“Sally Face’s new girlfriend,” Larry teased.

“Larry!” Sal chastised. He was glad none of his friends could see his face because he was currently redder than a tomato. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Who is she then?” Ash smirked, playing with her food.

“She’s a ghost at the apartments,” Sal explained. His heart began to race at the thought of you.

“A ghost?” Ash asked, eyes widening.

Sal just nodded, already knowing the speech she was about to give him. “Sal has a crush on a ghost,” Larry teased again.

“Larry,” Sal chastised in a more serious tone this time.

“What? It’s true!” Larry said, holding his hands up defensively.

“No it’s not,” Sal rolled his eyes and pushed his plate to the side.

“So you’re not thinking about her right now?” Larry asked raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I am, but that’s only because we’re talking about her,” Sal replied.

“Sure,” Larry smirked. “But you brought her up. Are you going to see her again?”

“I was going to head up there later this evening yeah,” Sal said, not bothering to look at Larry. He could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking and Sal did not want to see that annoying smirk right now.

“Sally…” Ash whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sal looked at her hand before moving his shoulder away, letting Ash’s hand fall to her side. He knew the speech was coming. “She’s a ghost…”

“I’m aware,” Sal responded as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Just… Be careful, okay?” Ash said, her eyes showed concern for her friend. All’s Sal did was just nod in response, not bothering to reply with words. Without another word, Sal stood up and left his friends heading to his next class. They just didn’t understand…

That evening after dinner, Sal got his backpack full of his school books and the Super Gear Boy before putting his shoes on. “Heading to Larry’s?” Henry asked as he washed the dinner plates.

“Uh… Yeah,” Sal lied, avoiding eye contact with his father. “I’ll be back quite late, have a lot of homework to catch up on so don’t wait up for me.”

“Alright bud, why don’t you stay over? If that’s okay with Larry.”

“Are you cool with that?” Sal asked, his eyes filling up with excitement. Henry nodded in response and Sal smiled. “Cool! I’ll be back in the morning then.”

“Have fun bud, make sure you do your homework though!” Henry called as Sal sped out of the apartment and to the elevator.

Sal hated lying to his father, he never did it, but he couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. What would he say? That he was going to the top floor to spend some time with a ghost? That would sound… Crazy. Sal made his way to room 504 and walked in, settling himself down on the floor and surrounding himself with his school books. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and started talking into the darkness. “Y/N? Are you here?” He asked nervously.

“Back so soon Sally?” You asked with a laugh. “Oh and you brought me homework! How lovely.”

“Yeah,” he itched the back of his neck as you sat down opposite him. “How’s your day been?” Sal asked as he picked up a pencil and began scribbling down the answers to his maths homework.

“Boring,” you replied, peering over at his answers. “How about you?”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“It doesn’t sound like it was fine,” you said, a frown gracing your lips.

“Just had a bit of a disagreement with my friends,” Sal groaned thinking back to lunch.

“Oh no!” You exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Sal said quickly. He wouldn’t know how to exactly describe the disagreement. What would he say? That his friends thought that he had a crush on you?

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine,” you smiled softly.

“It’s just,” Sal sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I met this girl the other day and they think I’ve developed feelings for her.”

“Have you?” You asked.

“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point,” Sal replied, not looking up from his homework. “The problem is they don’t think I can look after myself.”

“They’re just worried about you Sal,” you cooed, watching as Sal’s face contorted into one of annoyance.

“I don’t need them to worry about me,” Sal sighed. “I got this under control.”

“Then show them that you have it under control,” you whispered softly. Sal just nodded at your words, looking up at you from his homework. You really were so beautiful. He felt his heart race pick up as you stared, your eyes were soft as you smiled towards him. “We can change the subject if you’d like.”

Sal nodded, “yes please.” He thanked whatever God’s were there that you couldn’t see his face as he was blushing drastically.

“What homework are you doing?” You asked, peering over.

“Maths,” Sall replied. “Wanna help?”

You laughed. “No thank you, I had my fair share of maths when I was alive.”

“That’s fair,” Sal chuckled.

“So how long are you here for?” You asked.

“All night!” Sal said, seemingly excited. “My father thinks I’m staying at Larry’s.”

“Why aren’t you?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I uh,” Sal rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“With little old me?” You asked, feigning excitement.

Sal blushed again and nodded, scribbling his final answers on his maths homework. “You’re really fun to be around,” Sal mumbled as he put his maths homework in his bag, pulling out his English.

“You think I’m fun to be around?” You asked, chuckling lightly. “Sally Face, living people are much more fun to be around.”

“I would have to disagree with you there,” Sal replied, biting his bottom lip as he looked into your eyes. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and he suddenly felt very self conscious. What on earth was he doing?

“Well,” you mumbled looking down at your feet before looking back up at Sal. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I had any visitors, and you’re really good company Sal.”

Sal blushed again, hardly able to contain his excitement. “Really?” He asked, hope evident in his voice. Your ghost nodded.

Much like the previous night. You and Sal spent the entire night talking and laughing while occasionally helping him with his English essay. Before you even knew it, the sun was rising. You looked into Sal’s prosthetic and smiled. “I have to go now,” you whispered.

“Really?” He asked, frowning.

“I’m afraid so,” you said. “But I’m always here, even if you can’t see me.”

Sal thought for a moment. “Could you, maybe, come to my apartment?”

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I can’t Sally. Us ghosts are stuck in the place we died, otherwise I would have left this room a long time ago.”

Sal sighed. He knew it was a long shot, asking you to leave your place of death, but he had to. “I’m sorry that you have to stay here,” Sal whispered, placing his books in his bag. He yawned and groaned, the lack of sleep from the last two days catching up with him.

“Make sure you get some sleep Sally,” you smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

And with that, you were gone. Sal felt his stomach clench at your abscence, a frown fixing permanently on his face. “I miss you already Y/N,” Sal said into the empty air before turning to leave, heading back to his own apartment.

Thankfully it was a weekend, and all his homework was done, meaning asap could chill for two days before heading back into the metaphorical hell that is Nockfell High School. “Hey bud,” Henry greeted as Sal slumped into the apartment.

“Hey dad,” Sal mumbled.

“How was the sleepover?”

“Really good,” a smile spreading over his face quickly before replacing with a frown. He missed Y/N already - maybe the others were right; maybe he did have a crush on a ghost.

“Did you finish your homework?” Henry asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching as Sal threw his bag down on the floor and remove his shoes.

“All of it,” Sal nodded. “I’m gonna head for a little nap dad, hope that’s okay?”

“Of course it is bud. Want me to wake you up?”

Sal shook his head. “No thank you, I’ll just wake up when I’m ready.” Truth be told, Sal wanted it to be nighttime already so he could head back to room 504. Maybe he would head back in the late afternoon to see if you were around. Whatever he would do, he would do after he slept. Sal walked into his bedroom after bidding a quick goodnight to his father and changed into his pyjamas. His bed was welcoming as he slumped down into it, quickly removing his prosthetic and placing it on its usual spot on the night stand. Within moments he let sleep consume him.

Sal was stood outside in a field of flowers. The sun was beating down and as he wiped some sweat from his forehead, he realised he wasn't wearing his prosthetic. Immediately, as he began to panic two arms rested on his shoulders massaging them softly. "Hi sweetheart," a voice came softly behind him.

Sal whipped his head around to see you stood there. You were wearing a beautiful yellow sun dress and holding a picnic basket, a smile on your face. You were... alive. "Y/N?" Sal asked, blinking quickly.

"Who else would it be?" You giggled, grabbing a picnic blanket out of the basket and placing it on the floor. "Sit down Sally."

"What's going on?" Sal asked to himself, mumbling as he sat down.

"I thought we could have a birthday picnic," you said, sitting down next to him. "It's not every day you turn eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Sal asked. Now he was really confused. He looked down at his body and only then did he realise he was taller. He was eighteen?

"Of course silly," you smiled, pressing your soft lips to his scarred cheeks. Sal felt his face heat up as your lips came into contact with his skin and quickly looked at you. "You're dreaming Sally," you explained suddenly. That's when it all made sense: why you were alive, how he had turned eighteen, and why he had his prosthetic off in public.

"I'm dreaming?" Sal asked. You nodded in response.

"Now, I made some cake, would you like some?" You asked, digging around inside the picnic basket before pulling out some cake. Sal stayed silent as you passed him a plate with a slice of chocolate cake. He took it from you, his hands brushing against yours as he did. Blushing, he looked up at you and into your eyes, it was only then did he notice their vibrant colour. His heart skipping a beat as you fed him his first slice of cake. You giggled and put the fork down on the plate, taking it from him and putting it to the side. "You have cake on your..." you trailed off, leaning in closer to his face. Sal was as still as a rock as you pressed your lips to his slowly, licking the chocolate sauce off of his lips. When you pulled away, you grinned at Sal. "There."

"A-All gone?" Sal stuttered. He was beyond embarrassed. Not only were you seeing his face but you had also been his first kiss.

"Maybe just one more," you whispered looking into his eyes and down at his lips before closing the gap between you once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate and Sal immediately wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. His heart was beating so rapidly in his chest he swore you could feel it as your own chest pressed against his. Your hands wrapped around his neck, finding their way into his hair tugging slightly causing Sal to let out a soft moan into your lips. "Sally," you whispered pulling away.

"Yes Y/N?" He asked breathlessly.

"I love you," you grinned.

"I love you too," Sal said quickly, chasing your lips with his own once more.

"You need to wake up Sally."

"I don't-" Sal started, but you cut him off again.

"You need to wake up," you repeated.

Sal shot up in bed, his breathing rapid as he thought back to the dream. He wiped the small beads of sweat running down his temples and looked down at his lap. "Man," Sal sighed, attempting to catch his breath. "Maybe they were right," he trailed off, reaching for his prosthetic before putting it on loosely around his face.

It was two in the afternoon and Sal found his way to Larry's basement apartment, knocking on the door. Lisa opened it, a smile on her face. "Sal!" She greeted, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you? How's your father?"

"All good Lisa," Sal replied, pulling away awkwardly from the hug. "Is Larry here?"

"Of course," she replied nodding towards her sons bedroom.

"Thanks Lisa," Sal replied, making his way to Larry's bedroom and walking in without knocking.

"Hey dude," Larry said, not looking up from the door as he continued playing his video game. "You okay?"

"You were right," Sal breathed as he shut the door behind him.

"I mean yeah. I always am. But about what?" Larry joked, pausing his game to look at his blue-haired friend.

"I had a dream about Y/N," Sal admitted, looking down at his feet.

"Oh?" Larry asked, placing his controller off to the side. "And what happened?"

"We were having a picnic for my eighteenth birthday," Sal described the dream. "And she-"

"She what?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She kissed me," Sal sighed. "I have it bad for her man."

Sal found himself tearing up slightly as Larry stood up. "So you do like her?"

"Yes!" Sal exclaimed.

Larry chuckled lightly and walked up to his friend, placing his hands on his shoulder. "This is a conundrum."

Sal paused momentarily, blinking at Larry. "How do you even know that word?" Sal joked.

"Heard it on the TV," Larry shrugged. "Don't know if I used it in the right context though."

"Hmm," Sal hummed nodding.

"So about your problem," Larry said, changing the subject. "What are you gonna do?"

Shall shrugged and shook his head, "I don't know. What can I do?"

"You could not see her," Larry suggested, but a scoff from Sal told Larry that that was never going to happen. "Okay..."

"I'll have a think on it I suppose," Sal said, sitting down on Larry's bed.

"Maybe you could just tell her, see what she says?" Larry asked.

Sal shook his head again. "Not a chance, she's nineteen remember."

"Not to mention dead," Larry mumbled. "That's the big deal of the situation." Sal and Larry continued to talk about the ways in which Sal could deal with his newfound feelings.

In the end, Sal decided on simply not doing anything. He went to visit you every day still, spending copious amounts of time around you and learning more and more about you. Even when Sal graduated Nockfell High School and left Addison Apartments with Todd, he still visited you every day. Throughout the years, Sal realised his feelings for you were growing every day and nobody living could seemingly hold a candle to you. Maybe one day he would tell you how he felt, just maybe. But for now, he had to be okay with whatever weird, ghostly friendship you had between you.

I really bloody liked this concept and just ran with it. I might do a part 2 at some point where Salconfesses his feelings to ghostly you if this does well. I hope you Sally Face lovers enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

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later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

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Kinkuary 27 Yeonjun — orgasm denial/edging // sex toys

➥ service top!Yeonjun x pillow princess!Reader

summary: Yeonjun loves to buy new toys to use on Y/N almost as much as he loves edging her.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): mention and use of sex toys (mainly a glass dildo, wrist restraints, and a vibrating anal plug), slight marking, oral (f receiving), service top!Yeonjun, pillow princess!Reader, fingering (m receiving), anal play (m receiving), there isn't as much in this one but I hope I got everything but if I didn’t, please let me know!

a/n: its a tas late so sorry about that and ngl this was really hot and I loved writing every second of it! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it! There will be more parts coming after this. All the late pieces will be posted between this and the final part and then Kinkuary will be over!

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When he first suggested using toys in the bedroom, Yeonjun never expected this. Now looking over the spread on your shared bed, he was wondering who would be on the receiving end tonight.

"What do you mean toys?" you asked, eyeing your boyfriend suspiciously as you made breakfast. Yeonjun, who was sitting at the kitchen island, shrugged as if he hadn't just brought up wanting to introduce adult toys in your sex life at approximately 830 on a Thursday morning.

"What kind of toys?" You asked after a beat of silence, flipping the eggs in the frying pan so they wouldn't burn. "You know," Yeonjun answered softly. "The usual kind."

You let out a sigh. "No, I don't know," you replied, cheeks burning with embarrassment. While sex was nothing new between the two of you, sex toys were another story entirely.

You had almost no experience when it came to toys of the adult variety. You'd purchased a dildo one time but found it extremely daunting and were too scared to use it and subsequently tossed it out when you did a deep cleanse of your apartment.

That was before Yeonjun entered your life and if you were being honest, he was more than enough. You didn't feel like you needed toys, even when he was on tour. Being patient and waiting until he returned made the sex even better in your opinion.

Now that he was suggesting to use toys, you thought maybe he felt like you weren't enough. Like he needed more.

"Do…" your words failed you as you tried to ask. Yeonjun looked up to see the pained look on your face and thought maybe you'd hurt yourself. He got up but the next words that came out of mouth hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Do I not satisfy you or something?"

He didn't miss the waver in your voice as you tried to hold it together. "Oh baby, that's not that I meant," he said, rushing to your side quickly. He turned the burner off and took your face in his hands, tilting your head to look him in the eyes.

"You're more than enough baby," he explained, pressing a kiss to your forehead first then your lips. "I just want to try something new. I think it could be fun," he added, nuzzling your nose with his.

"Please don't think this means I don't think you satisfy me. You do, I promise," he continued, pulling you into a crushing hug. "I think using toys could be really fun, especially with each other."

You sniffled softly before hugging him back. "O-okay," you answered quietly. "But I don't know anything about them," you added. Yeonjun hummed in response. "I don't know much either but we can learn together," he replied, kissing your forehead.

"It'll be fun, I promise."

You'd both sat down together to look at websites with a wide range of toys, read countless articles and then, for 'added excitement' as your boyfriend called it, you separately bought from the website.

Your face was burning the entire time you added items to your cart, removing them and then adding them back as your indecisiveness took over. Finally, you settled on the agreed upon number of toys.

"We'll each pick four. We may not use them all at once, but I think it'll be nice to have a selection," Yeonjun explained as you sat at the dining table, each on your phones on the website.

You had picked some smaller items after Yeonjun told you to stay away from the vibrators and dildos as he was going to take care of those. You settled for a baby pink ball gag, a pink set of restraints before your eye was caught by the 'for him' section.

You opened it before you could stop yourself.

You scanned through the options, finding a lot more than you expected but you found something promising. You and Yeonjun had mainly discussed toys for you, not him but the moment you saw the cock ring with attached vibrating anal plug, you didn't know what came over you and before you knew it you added it along with a 4 piece anal training set to your cart.

That with the restraints and gag were your four items and you were done, burning with embarrassment from your purchase but hopeful that Yeonjun was right and this would be fun.

It took only a few days for your purchases to arrive and the two of you decided date night would be a perfect chance to test the new items. While you waited for Yeonjun to come home, you got ready, taking a shower and making sure to clean yourself up.

Afterwards, you put on a lingerie set you saved for special occasions and threw on a simple oversized sweater to hide what you wore underneath.

You still had some time to kill so you opened your package and inspected the items before cleaning them and adding batteries to the vibrating plug. Something about it really made you want Yeonjun to pick it later tonight.

Once you finished, you hid your selection back in the box before waiting for your boyfriend to finally arrive home. He brought with him dinner and apologized for running late, he wanted to shower after practice first. You told him you didn't mind as you pulled plates out of the cabinet for the food.

Nestled on the couch with your food and drinks, the two of you settled in and watched a movie while you ate. He'd gone out of his way to pick up some food from your favorite chicken place this time and you reminded yourself to reward him later.

After dinner and the movie ended, the two of you cleaned up, putting away any leftovers and putting the dishes in the washer. While you were wiping down the counter, you felt your boyfriend’s hands on your hips as he pressed against you from behind.

"You smell really nice," he murmured, lips leaving light kisses along your neck. "I took a shower earlier," you answered, shivering slightly as his breath tickled your skin. "Hmm, without me?" he joked, pressing into you, his hardening cock grinding against your ass.

You let out a soft breathy moan, tilting your head to the side to let him mark and kiss your neck as his hands gripped your sweater, pulling the fabric up to reveal your lacy underwear.

Yeonjun cursed under his breath, grinding harder against you. "You planned this, didn't you?" he groaned, his hands dropping your sweater and moving up to grab your breasts over the thick material, making you moan louder.

Without speaking, Yeonjun turned you quickly to face him, lips crashing against yours as his hands reached down to your thighs. Your arms went around his neck, aiding him in lifting you onto the counter as his lips moved down your neck.

"I need this off," he groaned, pulling away to lift your sweater, pulling it off and letting it drop to the ground as he took in the sight of what was on underneath.

The blue and lavender ombre lace was a perfect contrast to your skin. The cup of the bra had thin straps connecting from the middle of the bra and curving up over your breasts to connect to the straps holding the bra up.

The panties were the same blue and lavender ombre with scalloped edges and a small bow with a tiny silver heart charm in the middle of the waistband. A similar silver heart charm dangled from the middle of the bra cups. It was a set Yeonjun had bought you for your birthday and you had worn for him on his.

It was hands down your favorite set but more importantly, it was also your boyfriend's favorite set.

Yeonjun groaned, grabbing your hips and dropping his head onto your shoulder. "You're gonna kill me," he whined before standing upright. You smiled, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as Yeonjun cupped your face. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth.

Your words were cut off as he kissed you again, your lips parting and letting his tongue explore your mouth. You loved the way Yeonjun kissed you, whether it was just a small peck like he did when he was on his way out the door or like now, messy and full of tongue. He'd shown you time and time again he knew how to use his mouth for more than just singing or rapping.

"We should probably take this to the bedroom," Yeonjun mumbled when he finally pulled away to breathe. You nodded, cheeks flushed and arousal pooling in your panties.

Yeonjun pulled you from the counter, keeping you steady as you landed on your feet before taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You giggled as he tripped in his haste and moaned when he pushed you against the wall, kissing you again.

"You're so eager," you noted as his lips left yours, kissing down your neck again. You felt his hand sneak between your bodies, pressing the fabric of your panties against your slick center.

"I'm not the only one," he answered back with a smirk.

"Bedroom," you reminded him as he nipped at your jaw. "Right."

Yeonjun dragged you into the bedroom, over to the bed where he promptly lifted you and dropped you quickly, climbing on top of you as you giggled, a grin on his face as he hovered over you.

"Did you clean your toys?" you asked suddenly, sitting up and pushing Yeonjun back. His eyes squinted before widening. "Shit, no," he said rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a curse, mak8jg you laugh as he got to his feet clumsily and hurried to grab the box with his name on it and rush into the bathroom.

You waited patiently on the bed while he ran the toys under the faucet, adding ample amounts of cleaner before rinsing them and shutting off the water.

You climbed off the bed ro grab your box and hurried back as he reappeared.

"You got off the bed," he accused as he entered the room. You nodded with a cheeky grin. "I had to grab my box!" You said, holding your box up to show him.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes but said nothing as he climbed onto the bed, setting a plain pink towel on top of the sheets. "One at a time?" he asked, looking at you. With a smile and a nod, you played rock paper scissors for who would have to go first.

Yeonjun lost with a groan but opened the box and pulled out the first of his four purchases.

It was a beautiful clear and pink glass dildo with a heart on one end. He set it aside and nodded towards your box. "Your turn," he said, practically bouncing with excitement.

You chose to pull out the restraints first. Yeonjun eyed them, reaching forward to grab them from you. "These are… unexpected," he said as he inspected them. "Well," you started softly, playing with your fingers before continuing.

"I like it when you pin my arms above my head, so I thought these could mimic that. Then you'd have two free hands," you explained. Yeonjun smirked, setting the restraints aside and leaned forward to kiss you. "You're so cute," he cooed, taking your face in his hands.

"Junnie!" you whined as he squished your cheeks. "It's your turn," you tried to change the subject. Yeonjun sighed and reluctantly withdrew to pull the neck item out of his box. Your eyes widened upon seeing it.

The fluffy pink fur nearly obscured the small silver plug attached to the base of a luxurious cat tail. "I don't know," Yeonjun said, trying to explain his thought process. "I just really liked the color and thought it would look really cute on you. Well, I guess 'in' you is more accurate," he added.

Your cheeks burned as he set the tail aside and motioned for you to continue. You decided to grab the training set and show it off next. Yeonjun whistled as you set it down and blushed furiously, an action that made him chuckle and lean forward to kiss your cheek.

The next item out of his box was a headband with match ears for the tail. "It's a set," he explained, putting the ears on himself first. You giggled as he looked at you with a wide grin. "They're really pretty," you commented as he took the headband off and set the ears aside.

You chose to show off the gag you'd purchased. Yeonjun nearly choked on his own spit when you pulled it out. "Obviously I don't think we'd use this right away, but I like the color and you know how loud I can get sometimes." Yeonjun said nothing as you set the gag on the towel with the other items. He pulled his final item out and you nearly did a double take.

He had produced a dildo unlike anything you'd ever seen.

It was long and had a somewhat average girth. It was white and light blue marbled with a baby pink base. The shaft was textured with what looked like suction cups, the tip pointed and the entire length curved backwards slightly.

Aesthetically, it was probably the prettiest dildo you'd ever seen but the texture was as horrifying as it was confounding. You'd never seen anything like it.

"Trust me," Yeonjun started. "I know it looks intimidating, but I checked the measurements and it's not much different than me. The differences are the color and the texture," he continued.

"If you don't want to use it right away, we don't have to. I just really liked how it looked. All the others look the same. They all look like dicks and this… this is so unique." You leaned forward, kissing him on the lips and interrupting his rambling. "I'll keep an open mind."

Yeonjun smiled, relief washing over him as he set the toy aside and waited for your last one.

You suddenly felt nervous and wished you'd already shown it to him.

Sensing your unease, Yeonjun set the now empty box aside and took your hand in his. "It's okay," he reassured you. "Nothing can be weirder than the actual tentacle dildo I bought."

You laughed and took a deep breath before pulling the final item out.

Yeonjun had been shocked by your purchases before, but now he was confused as he looked at the item in your hands, taking it slowly. "What is it?" he asked, making you laugh at the sheer confusion on his face.

"It's a cock ring," you said softly. The confusion melted immediately, replaced with the shock you expected. "And this??" he asked, wiggling the anal plug. "A vibrating anal plug," you answered, laughing again as his jaw dropped. "A plug... for me?"

You nodded, giggling as his cheeks turned pink. "I uh… wasn't e-expecting that," he coughed as he set the item aside. "We don't have to use it," you said, mimicking his words. "I just couldn't stop thinking about it." Yeonjun glanced down at the items, eyes landing on the anal training set. "Is that why you bought this?"

You shook your head. "Not really," you answered. "I've always wanted to try anal, you know that." Your voice was soft as you spoke, making Yeonjun smirk as he watched your face flush. "We can definitely do that," he commented, making you look up.

"Really?" you asked, your eyes shining with excitement.

"Of course," Yeonjun answered. "I need you to do something for me first," he continued, looking stern for a second, making your eyes widened in shock and confusion at his sudden change in demeanor.

"W-what's that?" you asked, gulping as he leaned forward.

"Gimme your hands," Yeonjun said, holding one of his hands out for you to place both your hands in. "First things first," he continued, grabbing the pink restraints.

"I'm gonna bind your wrists and pin them down," he said as he started doing just that, placing your wrists in the restraints and tightening them just enough so you couldn't escape but not so tight they were u comfortable.

He then guided you to lie back, pinning your hands above your head as his lips kissed down your neck. "Keep your hands up there, baby girl," he whispered before continuing to kiss down your body, hands ghosting over your skin as he kissed down your stomach.

"You won't be needing these," he said softly, pulling your panties which were glistening with your arousal down your legs and setting them aside. As he settled between your thighs, taking your hips in his hands and locking his lips, Yeonjun glanced up to meet your gaze. "I want you to count," he said simply.

"C-count what?" you stammered, cheeks burning under his gaze.

"I want you to count how many times I make you cum with my tongue."

You lost track some time after the fourth or fifth orgasm.

Yeonjun had gotten two out of you before he finally started using the toys you'd both gotten. He was so entranced by the way your cunt took the glass dildo and even more so at being able to see through the clear glass and getting a small glimpse inside at your walls.

It was odd but also extremely erotic for him. The way your back arched off the mattress as he drove the toy into you repeatedly. He had the perfect view and he wouldn't regret the decision to bring this up and bring something new to your sex lives.

Although he wanted to use the plug tail and ears he chose to keep it simple tonight, just using the restraints and this one dildo on you. He would have been content to use just these but then you just had to bring it up. The last item you'd shown him.

As he got rid of his clothes, you brought it up.

"Do you want to try it?" you asked softly as he looked down at you, lying bare before him and almost totally at his mercy. He glanced sideways at the toy and then back at you.

He just knew he was going to regret this.

"Okay."

He'd taken his time to undo your hands, trying to stall as long as possible. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it. He was just… nervous. He'd never ever had anything put inside him other than at doctors appointments or physicals so doing this now was throwing him off. He waited as you opened the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube you kept on hand just in case.

Yeonjun waited as you moved behind him and urged him to bend over. He sighed and did as you asked, bracing himself. "You have to relax, Junnie," you reminded him. He nodded and waited but instead of the toy, he felt your finger instead.

It was cold and wet but it surprisingly didn't hurt. It was just weird. It was the first time he'd experienced this but it was the first time he'd had a sexual partner's finger inside him.

He let out a deep breath as you slowly worked your finger inside your boyfriend, concentrating on not hurting him. "I'm gonna add-" you started but Yeonjun shook his head. "Just do it, baby," he said quickly. "If I think too much, I'll change my mind."

The second finger was much more uncomfortable. It still wasn't painful, just really weird. At least until your fingers moved, the pads of your fingers pushing against the inside of his walls, making his head drop and a low moan to escape his lips.

You froze, fingers stilling before you repeated the action, causing your boyfriend to moan again. "Stop teasing me," he whined. "Just put the plug in and get it over with." You shook your head. "Not yet," you answered, ignoring his whines as you continued to scissor your fingers the same way he did when he was preparing you to take his cock for the first time.

"Fuck," Yeonjun hissed as your fingers continued to wiggle and squirm. "Does it hurt?" you asked, pausing momentarily but when he shook his head, you continued fingering and scissoring his hole for a few more minutes. "I think that should be enough," you said more to yourself than to Yeonjun as you pulled your fingers out and wiped them on the towel before grabbing the cock ring.

"I think it needs to go over this first," you said softly as you slowly slipped the ring over the tip of his cock. "Here," Yeonjun said, taking over and sliding the ring down his shaft. "And then these," you added, blushing as he followed your instruction, slipping the second ring over his balls before handing the plug to you.

"Just… be careful," Yeonjun said as you coated the plug with lube. "I'll go slow," you confirmed as you pressed the tip against his hole and slowly pushed it in. "Just breathe," you reminded as his breath hitched. You heard him exhale slowly and pushed the plug in.

It wasn't huge and it slid in easily. Once it was fully in, Yeonjun let out a moan as you sighed in relief. "You okay?" you asked softly. "Just get back over here," he replied. You obliged, settling back down on your back but not before grabbing your phone.

"What are you doing?" Yeonjun asked, eyes wide. "Turning the vibrator on," you answered as you opened the app. Yeonjun was about to answer but the sudden vibration against his prostate made him lose all conscious thought, a moan escaping as he dropped to his hands. You shut the vibrator off and looked up at him.

"Y-you can't just sneak it up on me like that," he mumbled. "Too much?" you asked, pouting when he nodded. You looked at the app on your screen and turned the number down to 1 before turning it on. "What about that?" you asked.

The light buzz of the vibrator was much less noticeable but still enjoyable as Yeonjun regained his focus. "That's a lot better," he said as he shook his head, sitting upright and hooking his hands under the backs of your knees, pulling you closer.

"Don't look so smug," he said as he took his length in his hand and lined the tip with your slit. "You may not even be able to focus when I start fucking you," he added, pushing into you slowly, both your eyes sliding shut as your warm walls enveloped his cock.

You pressed the plus sign on your phone screen, increasing the vibration by one. Yeonjun let out a low moan, head dipping as he lost his focus for a moment.

"Remind me to buy you a vibrator next time."

"If you keep increasing the speed on that, I'm not gonna last," he said, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you, making you cry out as he set a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, trying to focus on the feeling of your cunt gripping his cock and not the vibrating plug in his ass.

Your walls clenched around him again. "Then I guess it's a race to see who cums first," you moaned as your boyfriend snapped his hips forward, meeting his gaze as a smirk formed on his face.

"Let the game begin."

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kiralisa · 3 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yoihoshi-maki · 1 month

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5th member part.1

Sup humans

Blackpink’s 5th member is trying to leave her past that left her not remembering her old friends, so after years of her being an idol, her interest in F1 is starting to grow. What will she do when she will start to remember?

@cherry-piee @watermelon-sugars-things @charizznorizz

I will be choosing three people very post so comment and like if you want!

This is what you need to know about Reyna/ You.

jennierubyjane

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| jennierubyjdane so instead of enjoying the beautiful beach of jeju island, She is watching fast cars going around in circles?

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user34: the Queen of kpop, is Fucking watching F1 !?!!?! Is it to late to say I wanna marry her

lalalalisa_m: she is our baby, let her be

reyna_231 replied to lalalalisa_m: I am not a baby

sooyaaa_: 우리 작은 아기 ☺️( our little baby)

f1: good to see she if still connected to us

user21: Didn’t she say she went to f2?

user12: yeah I remember that interview,

user97: crossover?????

user: imagine her in ferrari red 🥵

user37: when is BP going to release music??????

reyna_231 replied to user37 : 🤫

user37 replied to reyna_231: y-you replied to me I LOVE YOU!!!

user78: okay but like, how come we never noticed this!?!

user67: my wife is wifeing

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Reyna laid on the beach chair as Jennie went to go get some food and drinks. Reyna sighed in happiness as she felt the warmth of the sun shined on her. “ Hey Rey I got the food!” Jennie smiled as she walked back to her youngest member, Reyna smiled as she helped her sister-figure with the food

“ So when are you going to the F1 thingy, you know you always talk about going but you never did” Jennie asked as she sat down underneath the shade, putting down the food on the table that was in between them

“ I don’t know…Should I go? I mean we are in hiatus” Reyna frowned as she took a strawberry from the fruit bowl, taking a bite of it. “ Well yeah you should, although me and the others will miss you sooooo much” Jennie hugged Reyna tightly but not to tight because of the table in between them “ You know what I will go! But enough about going or not going, how are you and Taehyung~” Reyna laid on her stomach, giving Jennie a smile as Reyna kicked her feet like a little girl. Reyna is not dumb…okay maybe she is a little dumb in her love life but still,

she could see that their loved each other. “ there is nothing going on we are just…..talking?” Jennie looked away with a blush creeping on her face, Reyna smirked and took Jennie’s hands “ Okay so while I am gone for F1 you will ask Taehyung on a date and you CAN’T take it back, or else if you don’t keep that promise I will not go and come back to Korea”

Reyna shrugged and dropped Jennie’s hands and sat back. Jennie’s face dropped to annoyance and crossed her arms “ You can’t do that” Jennie spoke out as she glared at her youngest “ I can and I will” Reyna smirked and grabbed the water bottle, Jennie let out a groan and smacked her hands on her thighs “ alright! Fine I will ask him out” Jennie finally said the words that Reyna wanted to hear. Reyna smiled pleasantly and nodded before going back to the Netflix show she is watching after she finished the f1 race “ Now that’s what I Love to hear”

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| reyna_231: there is something in here that will spoil where or what I am going….

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user26: I SEE F1 user29: is she going to watch f1,

user10: Did anyone else see the f1 drivers?

User37: how can see so good 😫

user20: mother.

charles_leclerc: I hope you come

landonorris: if you are come to the McLean garage

user17: anyone else seeing the likes??

user26: I want to make her my wife

user14: F1 x kpop I am living for this

#f1 x reader #charle leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #landonorrisxreader #carlos sainz x reader #blackpink #Jennie Kim

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artificialcorby · 5 months

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× Christmas Eve ×

He had thought about this day so many times. Had imagined walking up to the familiar green door of his parents' house, heels clicking on the stone path towards it. Simon following right behind.

In his dreams they had matching scarves. He doesn't even know why. In some of his dreams they held hands after he rang the door, waiting for it to open.

In a few dreams he was greeted with a smile. As if there was nothing about bringing along another man, holding his hand, entering the house he grew up in. A home to both of them now.

But once or twice he dreamt how the face of his mother froze. As did his own.

"This is Simon. He is-...

"We're...."

He'd struggle for words while his mother's expression would fall, turning into a mask of utter disgust. Before she'd slam the door into his face and he could hear her crying.

This is usually the moment he wakes. Sometimes covered in sweat. Sometimes with just a single wet stain on his pillow, where his tears dropped from his face onto the fabric.

The house is decorated. But not overly. There's a wreath at the door, just like every year for as long as he can remember, a small tree with lights in the front yard, the Christmas tree visible in the window facing the street, more lights in the windows. The entire place radiates warmth, despite the light drizzle and the wind outside.

The walk up to the door has never felt so long. Never felt so heavy. His heart is pounding in his chest. His palms are sweaty. Johnny has a key, but rings the bell anyway, letting go of Simon’s hand when he does.

“They don’t know….” Soap said out of nowhere after several minutes of driving in silence.

“What do you mean?” Ghost inquired, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Me parents. I haven’t told them.” Johnny’s eyes were cast down to his hands in his lap.

Ghost didn’t need any more words of explanation. He understood. They never talked about it before, but he figured that Johnny wasn’t out to his parents yet.

Reaching over, Simon took the other’s hand into his, brought it up to scarred lips, placed gentle kisses on knuckles.

“Did you plan to tell them today?” he then asked softly.

“I don’t know.” Soap replied.

Did he? A part of him wanted to. A part of him tried to over the past few weeks. But he never found the right time. And he could never picture a positive outcome. Not the way they kept asking him about a potential girlfriend or when he wanted to start a family.

A small woman in her late 50s or perhaps early 60s with rosy cheeks opens the door, beaming at Johnny, holding out her arms to cup his face with her hands. And Johnny smiles. Smiles like Ghost has never seen him smile before. The woman's voice is loud, high pitched, but full of joy when she greets her son, gushing over him before he even gets to set foot into the house. Johnny still just smiles patiently, leaning in when his mother stands on her toes to squish and kiss his face as if he's just eight years old.

"Maw, that's Lieutenant Simon Riley." he motions at Ghost when they finally make it inside. "A telt ye aboot 'im."

The woman doesn’t lose her smile. But she keeps her distance when she greets Simon. Maybe it’s because Johnny asked them in advance to tone it down a little. Maybe it’s because he introduced him as his commanding officer. Or it’s because of something else entirely. The scars maybe? The reasons remain unclear.

“Iain, haud fashin’ yersel’ wi’ the fucken’ tree and git yer arse o’er here. Oor laddie’s hame.” she suddenly yells, turning her head towards the living room door.

“Johnny?” sounds a male voice from the living room. “Were ye meddlin’ wi’ the lights last year? They fucken’ pooched!”

“Naw, Ah didnae touch ‘em. Ye did, as aye.” Johnny responds exasperated, rolling his eyes and giving Simon an apologetic look.

“We got a guest.” his mother reminds. And his father calls from the living room. “Ah’m unner the bloody tree Isi, Ah cannae sup hands richt noo.”

Now it’s Johnny who raises his voice. “Haw, will ye yins no haud yer wheesht? Ye’re embarrassin’ me!”

Rubbing his face afterwards, he almost regrets bringing Simon into this. He should have known.

But much to his own surprise, he hears his Lieutenant chuckle next to him. Looking up he even sees him smile.

Simon takes his coat off, handing it to Soap, saying. “I’ll go say hello and see if I can help.”

The puzzled look on Soap’s face when Ghost walks away must speak volumes, since it makes his mother laugh.

Maybe he stresses too much about everything. Maybe it’s all going to be fine.

Maybe.

He stands in the door frame for a moment, watching a scene he would never have dared to dream of: His Lieutenant crouching in front of the tree, talking to the pair of legs sticking out from beneath it. The two of them talking like this isn’t the first time he brought Simon home.

“He’s no sae bad, is he?” his mother speaks quietly behind him.

“Nae… he’s not.” Johnny answers without realising. His mind is miles away.

“He’s a braw yin, too.”

Johnny’s face goes pale and he slowly turns to look over his shoulder, down at the woman behind him. The surging panic in his eyes is met with a warm smile and a comforting hand rubbing his back. No further words are spoken when he fully turns and crumbles into a much needed embrace, sobbing quietly at his mother’s shoulder.

“Ye didnae think Ah didnae ken me lad, did ye?”

Johnny doesn’t answer. And there is no answer needed.

Of course she knew. Mothers always do.

× end ×

#ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mactavish #call of duty #cod #ghoap #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #modern warfare #mw #mw2 #MW3 #mwII #mwIII

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therealhousewifeofharrystyles · 10 months

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Whatcha doin’, Step-Bro?

*Part 1*🔞

Pairing: Harry Styles // Y/N (Step-Sibling EU)

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Word Count: ~ 1k words

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🔞*Warnings*🔞: adult language, FILTHY masturbation(M), voyeurism/exhibitionism, taboo step-sibling dynamic

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“Sup, lil sis.” Harry says deeply in your ear, startling you as you’ve been washing dishes in the sink for a while now, having been completely alone in the kitchen. You jump out of instinct. “AHHH! Harry!” You gasp. You grab a towel to dry off your hands and then turn around to face him. A stupid smirk covers his stupid, cocky face, but you can’t help the low tingling you feel trickling down your abdomen and stopping at that special place between your legs.

Your parents—his mom and your dad—have been overseas in the UK attending a wedding on the Styles side of the family, leaving you and Harry at home to take care of the house and the cats.

You and Harry technically got along just fine. You made your parents assume so, at least. But behind closed doors, Harry was a constant pest. He’s always gone out of his way to antagonize you. Whether it was sneaking up to you and spooking the living hell out of you, or making gross, perverted comments that only you could hear, he loved to piss you off. You slowly got used to it over the past couple of years, learning that no response was the best response when it comes to Harry and his big mouth. However, sometimes it could be really hard to ignore him even a little bit.

It's been especially difficult for you as the two of you have spent way too much time alone in the house since your dad and step-mom left for the airport. They’ve been gone for only 2 out of their 10-day trip, but you were nearing your limits prematurely.

The first night, he bid his evening ado’s with, “Alright…I think it’s time that me and my three pretty pussies go to bed.” If you weren’t already used to his lewd language, you’d have kicked him in the balls right after the words left his mouth. But this time, you just sat there on the couch and stretched your arms up before picking up one of your cats and heading towards your bedroom. You acted unfazed.

Alas, Harry thought he was so funny. The following morning at around 11am, he called out your name from his bedroom. You were somewhat concerned by how late he’d slept in because he typically preferred to start his days early with an obnoxiously loud work out—beginning by running up and down the stairs and doing push-ups right outside your bedroom door for 10 minutes straight. The absence of your usual, unsolicited morning alarm was pleasant at first. You woke up gently instead of abruptly and you didn’t have to dodge out of Harry’s way when making a break for the bathroom across the hall. Everything was smooth-going. But that obviously began to feel odd…something wasn’t right…maybe Harry was sick, you thought. And surely enough, as you were thinking back to whether he’d touched any of your food within the past 24 hours, his voice echoed from his room, down the hall, and all the way down the stairs to where you were standing at the kitchen island.

“Y/NNN!!!”

What the hell?! Just when you thought you were gonna have a decent day without any interruptions…ugh!

You trudged up the stairs and knocked on his door. “Uh, Harry…?” You announced from the outside of the door. He then replied soon afterwards, “…Yeah…” It sounded like a groan, like he was in pain, or something. You’re squeamish around blood, so you were extremely hesitant to come to his rescue if he’d injured himself in any way. He could be a whiny little bastard, though. So if he’d gotten hurt, he would’ve been throwing much more of a hissy fit than a little groan. Wait…What if he hit his head?! You panicked due to your mind assuming the worst.

Slowly pushing open the door, you peeked inside to check on him. What you saw was not at all the image you were expecting. Not even remotely close. There he was, spread out with his covers pushed down to his feet, his eyes shut and lips parted. One hand was resting on his chest as the other slicked itself up and down his naked length. It was all slippery and shiny. Each stroke made this filthy, wet, snapping sound. It looked as though he’d been at it for a while, as his cock looked painfully hard and his pace was agonizing. He looked to have been edging for the past 2 hours, at least. You just stood there and watched him. It was as if your legs wouldn’t allow you to leave that spot. Your eyes just devoured him in all his vulnerability—studying his rhythm, the noises he made, and the way his tattooed chest, arms, and abdomen flexed sporadically. He was beautiful. Not only was he mesmerizing to watch, but his pants and moans sent electric currents through your lower stomach. You felt sensitive. Similarly to the way the head of Harry’s gorgeous cock throbbed, so did your hidden clit.

His pace grew more desperate, more intentional, more calculated—no longer was he just lazily jerking off. He wanted to cum. Before you could even realize how much time had passed by with you just gawking at him at the doorway, his eyes blinked open and he looked right at you. He was already well-aware of your presence. He knowingly invited you to his little show. It was like he was holding it in for hours just to save it all for you. As his eyes locked onto yours, they refused to break contact. His brow furrowed with intense pleasure and he moaned out, “…Fuuuck…”

You were frozen in place. It wouldn’t even matter if you could move and get the hell out of there because you’d already witnessed it all. Well, almost. Harry’s breathing quickened and so did his sliding fist. He was close.

“…ah, shit…I’m gonna cum…I’m…I’m gonna cum, baby…”

A whimper escaped your lips and your thighs clamped together. The little noises he made merged together into one solid string of groans and profanities, his hips thrusting up to fuck his hand roughly as ropes of white cum spurted out of his cock and all over him. He kept cumming until his body shook from overstimulation, his eyes slowly flickering back and forth between you and his hand throughout the entire finale.

A giant smirk washed over his face after he’d taken his fingers and swiped up some of the warm, sticky cum that coated his glossy skin. He held his hand up as if to gesture an offering towards you and spoke, “…Wanna taste?” Your eyes widened, and you felt the skin of your cheeks heat up. You’d just been a voyeur to your step-brother’s morning masturbation session. To say you were humiliated would be an understatement. How would you ever live this one down? How could you ever live something like this down?

You had no clue what to say to him, what to do at that moment. And so you just pulled his door to a slamming close and bolted down the stairs and out the door. You got in your car and drove to the mall. Retail therapy seemed distracting enough for you to temporarily forget about what just fucking happened.

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Lord, all I want is to turn my roommate into a hot biker my age, around 18/20 years old…. My current roommate is just a nerd, showers everyday, and is too clean. I want a goofy, dumb biker boy roommate please!

Your roommate really is a pain in the ass. He's constantly lecturing you about some astronomy shit that you're really not interested in. He plays video chess with some friends who live in the middle of nowhere and talks to them in Klingon. Everything about him annoys you. The noises he makes when he breathes. The way he brushes his teeth. His quirk of always wearing funny colored socks. Yes, he's probably a genius. He's only 16, has no hair on his sack yet, but is already a sophomore in college. But that doesn't change anything. He's unbearable!

The first thing you notice is his language… His nasal British English becomes harsher, his language simpler and simpler. And you could swear there's an accent mixed in… Something funny. Russian? He's probably learning a new language in his spare time now. You could puke!

"Sup, comrade?" he greets you as he arrives home very late by his standards. You look at him questioningly. "Hey man, I come driving school. You always say that you're half man without driver's license." You never said that. You didn't even know he didn't have a driver's license. You smile painfully. And go back to your Playstation. Your flatmate lies on the bed with his shoes on and reads a car magazine that he has obviously picked up at driving school. Boy, he's really off the wall today.

You are woken up the next morning by your flatmate. He comes in the door in a sweat. "That was good training. You have come with me tomorrow" he grunts. Damn, the Slavic accent seems natural and not at all fake. Maybe it's always been his language and the British accent was artificial… Your flatmate sprays a little Axe under his arms, gets dressed and disappears. "Driving school" he mumbles on the way out. What he does, he does consistently. But it's never happened that he leaves without making his bed and tidying his gym clothes. Okay, he's never been to the gym before.

When he comes home in the evening, he's talking loudly on the phone. I have no idea what language that is… Russian? Could also be Bulgarian, Serbian or something else. In any case, his squeaky voice has given way to a pretty impressive barition. Without greeting you, he throws his heavy leather jacket and helmet on the bed and goes into the bathroom, continuing to talk on the phone. His baritone gives way to a groan, followed by a loud "Fuuuuuuuuuck". He comes out of the bathroom grinning, stows his cock away and asks if you've cum today. Otherwise he would suck you off. You decline with thanks. And regret it just a few minutes later.

It's 06:00 when your roommate's alarm clock rings. Has he been sleeping naked? In any case, he goes to the bathroom naked. A few minutes later you hear him wanking again. You don't hear him showering. But when you see him coming out of the bathroom, still naked, you see his semi-hard cock. And it's impressive. Maybe you should ask him today if you can suck him off. You ask why he's up so early. He answers. "I got new job. And I want pump first. Will come with me?" "Maybe tomorrow," you reply and close your eyes again. Half asleep, you notice your flatmate putting on a boiler suit and heavy work boots. A leather jacket on top. He picks up his rucksack and helmet and noisily leaves your room.

The guy who comes into your room in the evening is not your flatmate. At least not at first glance. He notices your questioning look. "I cut hair. More handy with helmet. Like it?" He kneads his impressive bulge. He smells of sweat, leather and engine oil. You get a hard-on and fall to your knees.

Your flatmate is actually more of a lone Slavic wolf. He doesn't make a big deal out of it. He loves his bike, he loves his job as a mechanic and he loves pumping iron. Pretty much in that order. But sometimes he needs a pillion. Someone to suck his cheesy uncut cock. And you love that job.

Slika pronađena @zakucavanje

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #age progression

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sleepyxxhead · 7 months

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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 1: Troublemaker!Matsukawa x Goody-two-shoes!Reader

CONTENT: fem!reader, partying, underage drinking, drunk!reader, Mattsun calls reader “princess”, “doll”, “doll face”, etc.

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

CHARACTERS: Mattsun x fem!reader

NOTES: FLUFFTOBERRRRR YAYYYY!! I’m definitely not going to be posting at consistent times each week but i’m hoping to do each saturday. idk tho maybe i’ll post late probably

Matsukawa was crazy in love with you. The class president, the volleyball team manager, you were constantly consumed in extracurriculars; it seemed as if you were focused on everything except for him. Every other girl in school wanted him -- except you.

“Matsukawa-san! I got you chocolates!” Another one of his crazy fangirls squealed before scurrying away.

“Thanks,” he replied dryly, before tossing it into the pile of chocolates he had received for Valentine’s Day.

“Wow, Mattsun, that’s more than usual,” Hanamaki mused, chewing lazily on some of the sweets from the pile.

But instead of swatting his friend’s hand away, Matsukawa stayed silent - much to the former’s confusion.

“...Mattsun?” Hanamaki waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “Earth to Matsukawa~”

“What’s this idiot up to?” Iwaizumi asked, entering the gym alongside Oikawa.

“Looks like he’s staring at president-chan~” Oikawa hummed.

“What? No I’m not,” Matsukawa grumbled, snapping out of his trance.

“Sure,” Makki teased, slapping a hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m nOT sTArinG..?” Iwaizumi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fucking dumbass.”

“Mattsun likes Y/N-chan~!” Oikawa sang repeatedly as the four boys started stretching for practice. “Aw, look! His cheeks are turning red!”

Matsukawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was never going to hear the end of it.

You hated Matsukawa Issei.

He was disruptive, annoying, and very good-looking.

“‘Sup, coach?” Matsukawa draped his arm over your shoulder, using the nickname he had given you ever since you became the volleyball team’s manager. You could smell his cologne despite him being all sweaty from practice. “No chocolates for your favorite volleyball player?”

You shrank under his weight, face heating up at the touch. “It seems like you have plenty already, Matsukawa-san.”

The boy didn’t seem to like your answer, because, in an instant, he had your back against the wall outside the gym, one hand planted beside your head.

“Come on, darlin’,” he breathed into your ear. “Nothin’? Really..?”

You could feel heat shoot up into your cheeks, his bold actions yet again flustering you.

“Look at you, cheeks all red f’me,” Matsukawa rasped. “So cute.”

With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled away, casually turning around to catch up with his friends. “Later, princess,” he called at you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

You covered your crimson-red face, trying to process what had just happened. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You muttered to yourself, grabbing your backpack to walk home.

“I hate him,” was all you could mumble as you headed towards the train station, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your fists. He made you feel so…uncomfortable. Whenever you were around him your heart would pound, and your stomach would do flips, you’d get all sweaty -- the list goes on.

But the more you thought about how you hated him, the more you thought about him. His dark, curly hair; his lazy eyes; his crooked grin. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter.

You groaned in frustration, finally realizing your feelings: you had fallen in love with one of the dumbest, most annoying -- but somehow most highly sought after -- boys at your school.

You knew that he didn’t like you and he was just teasing, you knew he was going to break your heart if you confessed, you knew all of his fangirls would hate you for the rest of eternity, but you just had to go and fall in love with him. He just had to make you fall in love with him.

As your week went on, you had hoped that your little “crush” would subside, but it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger the more he pinned you against walls or called you flirty nicknames.

He came up to you more frequently now, draping his arms over your shoulders from behind just to see you jump at the sudden touch. Whenever a guy would approach you he’d become even more relentless, calling you more nicknames, finding more excuses to pull you close.

He was driving you insane and he knew it. Now whenever you were around him your face would turn so red it looked as if you were ready to explode. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he flustered you so easily and didn’t share the same feelings.

“Yahoo~! Manager-chaaan~!” A high-pitched voice caught your attention as you finished up some classwork at lunch.

You raised your head, looking around for the voice. To your left, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking up to you.

“Over here! Hi! Can we sit?” Oikawa asked you, sitting down before waiting for an answer. Iwaizumi stayed standing, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, sure,” you told him, turning back to your homework. “Do you need something?” you asked the boys with a sigh.

“Manager-chan~ no need to be so cold!” Oikawa whined as he snatched your homework away from you.

You looked at him, a small pout on your face. “Yes?”

“Great!” Oikawa chirped. “Do you want to come to the bonfire by the river tonight?”

“What? No,” you answered immediately. “I hate parties -- bonfires, whatever. Plus, I have work to do for the student council.”

“C’monnn Y/N-chan~! Loosen up a bit, you’re always working. You need to relax a bit, have some fun, y’know?” Oikawa whined, filing his nails.

“I just can’t Oikawa-san. You know I love hanging out with you guys but I’m not that much of a ‘party animal’ like you two,” you said, drawing air quotes with your fingers.

“President-chan! Don’t be such a party pooper,” Oikawa complained. He leaned in close, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Mattsun’ll be there~”

Your eyes widened, hoping the two boys wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your face. “W-what makes you think that’ll convince me?”

Iwaizumi chuckled, lowering his voice. “It’s pretty obvious, y’know?”

“What’s obvious?” You sat up straight, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh our sweet, sweet manager…” Oikawa cooed. “Her face is so red thinking about Mattsun~!”

Your hid your face with your hands.

“Come on Y/N,” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t have to drink or anything, just have some fun.”

The ace raised his eyebrows expectantly at you; he almost reminded you of your mother. You were a third year and had never been to a single house party, why not have some fun? You groaned, knowing you’d regret your decision later. “Okokokok, fine!”

“Yay!!” Oikawa clapped his hands together. “We’ll pick you up tonight!”

As you got ready, you couldn’t help but notice a nervous feeling rising in your stomach. It would be the first real social event you had gone to, after all. Not some student leadership meeting or team bonding experience. You had no clue what to expect; the only vague images of parties or bonfires you had were scenes of huge house parties in movies that you watched with your friends a long time ago.

Just as you were grabbing your purse, your phone buzzed, indicating that your friends were here. You checked that you had everything that you needed -- or thought you would need -- and headed out the door.

“You really got her to come,” Makki remarked, grinning at you as you climbed in the back seat next to Mattsun. Iwaizumi was driving, Oikawa in the passenger seat, and Mattsun and Makki sat in the back seat with you.

“That’s right! I told you she would~” Oikawa responded, snatching five dollars from his friend’s hand. Makki rolled his eyes, looking out the window.

The car was fairly small, causing you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki to be squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back.

Looking out the window you caught Oikawa wiggling his eyebrows at you through the sideview mirror, to which you gave him a confused look, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“So, Coach.” Matsukawa leaned impossibly closer to you, causing warmth to rush into your face. “How did this shithead convice you to come?”

“Not nice, Mattsun!”

“I-I dunno, we’re all third-years now and I’ve never been to anything like a party before. I just wanted to experience it, I guess,” you pondered.

“That doesn’t sound like you at all Y/N-san,” Makki said with a snicker.

“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to relax for once.”

“Makes sense, you’re constantly working -- I don’t even know how you have time to manage the volleyball team,” Makki thought aloud. “Have you ever had alcohol before, Y/N?”

“Uh, no? I wasn’t planning on having any tonight either,” you answered.

“To be expected of Mrs. President-chan!” Oikawa commented. “You know, you really should try some at least!”

“Eh, maybe,” you responded sheepishly. To be quite honest, you weren’t even thinking about alcohol until Hanamaki brought it up.

As the five of you arrived, you started to feel even more nervous. Despite being outdoors, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke overtook your senses, nearly knocking you over.

“Feelin’ woozy, princess?” Matsukawa asked under his breath, bringing his hand up to your back to help balance you.

“Just don’t like the smell of alcohol is all,” you responded, grateful for his hand. You watched Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Hanamaki walking up to some other friends, saying hi.

You saw many other teenagers, just like yourself, walking and sitting around, holding cans and bottles and cups of alcohol. You couldn’t help but feel like an outlier as you followed your four friends around, staying behind them and looking at the ground nervously.

You soon found a spot to sit down, leaving your friends to go enjoy themselves. You watched them mill around, having fun and laughing with other friends.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

Turning your head, you found a girl that looked your age. She had dark hair and a big smile across her face. Judging by the way she acted, she had clearly had a couple of drinks already. She held in her hands two cans of beer as well as her phone.

“I’m L/N Y/N, and you?” you asked politely.

“I’m Nakamura Megumi! You want one?” she asked, holding out one of the cans to you as she sat down beside you.

“Uh, sure,” you responded, taking the can. You took a small sip, almost making a face at how foul it tasted. “I go to Aoba Josai, how about you?”

“I go to Johzenji!” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Ohmygod, do you know Oikawa Toru?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the manager of the volleyball team actually.”

“Oh my god! He’s so hot! Is he here?” she asked you giddily.

“Yeah, he’s right over there.” You pointed to him.

“Oh my gosh, isn’t he so hot?!” she fawned, noticibly slurring her words. “I’m going to go talk to him!”

You let out a sheepish exhale, watching her run stumble towards your friend. You took another sip of the awful liquid in your hands, deciding that you would finish it, not wanting to waste anything -- even if it was so horrible.

As the evening went on, you finally finished the contents of the can, throwing it to the side as you tried to focus your vision. Your head was spinning and your face felt horribly warm. You stood up, almost losing balance as you tried to spot your friends.

“Y/N?” Matsukawa said as the four of them walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing. “What’s goin’ on princess?”

“‘Wanna go home…” you whined. “‘M tired.”

“Okay, let’s get you home,” Matsukawa muttered, steering you towards the direction of the car.

“How much did you have to drink?” Oikawa asked you.

“Mmmm, like…one can?” you drawled, leaning into Matsukawa.

Your friends chuckled as you all got into the car. “Of beer? Damn, Y/N I didn’t know you were such a lightweight,” Hanamaki commented.

“Hey..! Not nicee!” You grumbled in Matsukawa’s shoulder.

The rest of the carride was silent, the thrumming of the car’s engine slowly lulling you to sleep.

As Iwaizumi finally pulled into your parents’ driveway, your eyes fluttered open. “Are we home?”

“Yeah, are your parents home?” Matsukawa asked, reaching across your body to open the door.

“M-m.” You shook your head. “Business trips…”

Matsukawa sighed in relief as he awkwardly climbed over you to get out of the car. He bent down, back facing you, sticking his arms out behind him. “Get on my back princess, I’ll carry you inside.”

You slowly draped your limbs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You guys can go, I think I’m just going to stay with her to make sure she’s okay.”

Iwaizumi nodded as Oikawa winked at his friend through the open window. “Use protection!” Makki called out teasingly as the car backed out of the driveway.

Matsukawa used the spare key under your doormat to enter you house. “How did you know ‘bout that..?”

“You told me about it awhile ago,” he said as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. “Take a shower, I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

You nodded, getting off his back. You stumbled into the bathroom with your pajamas under your arm and turned on the water.

Matsukawa walked back downstairs, grabbing two packs of instant ramen for the both of you. As he waited for the water to boil, he left a glass of water as well as an Advil on your nightstand.

The smell of ramen convinced you to take a quick shower, feeling your empty stomach grumble. Opening the door to the bathroom, you found Matsukawa sitting on your bed, watching a show on your laptop and slurping up a bowl of ramen. He nodded towards your bedside table on top of which was a glass of water, an Advil, and a steaming bowl of ramen with some chopsticks. You almost drooled looking at the ramen.

“Have some water and ramen, then you should take the Advil,” Matsukawa instructed as you climbed under the covers next to him, grabbing the bowl of ramen and chopsticks.

“Watcha watching?” you asked him, looking at the screen.

“Spirited Away,” Matsukawa chuckled.

You gasped. “I love that movie!”

“I know, princess. Eat up.”

Once you finished your bowl and took the Advil, you snuggled up into Matsukawa trying to focus on the movie.

“Tired…” you told him, rubbing your eyes.

“Alright, doll,” he said, shutting the laptop and putting it to the side.

You wrapped you arms around his neck, hiding your face in it.

“I like you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “But don’t tell anyone though, ‘t’s a secret…”

“I like you too princess.” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back. “Go to sleep now.”

NOTES: AHFDSLAKJF flufftober is here!! anyways matsukawa is more flirty/bold than a troublemaker BUT THAt’S OK. this is the longest work i have posted here 💀

anyways i’ve been trying to get my 2 REQUESTS done AND IM SO SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG but i’m having writer’s block rn idk and i know that’s like a really shitty excuse but i just can’t write LFDMSAFD please be patient as i try to write those 👍

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【 mascara - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

content: angst, hurt-comfort, wife!reader, arguing, swearing, SPOILERS FOR TLOU2, mentions of death and grieving

summary: ellie returns from santa barabra, but she's not the same. you reminisce on how she used to be and where this all started in order to understand what got her to this point.

a/n: i was inspired by "mascara" by deftones to write this bc of the angstiness and moodiness i love angst its so delicious i want to eventually turn this into a full length fic that really fleshes out the whole story so lmk in the replies if you want to be on the taglist for that <333

Ellie had started to change the moment Joel passed away; there was no question about it. However, even after that shattering blow to the girl’s life, it didn’t completely destroy her. Not yet, at least. Joel’s death had fragmented her into pieces, but you could still see those pieces within her. Whenever you looked into those green eyes of hers, you saw her, and you knew she was still there. On the way to Seattle you could catch those glimpses of her every time you looked at her, and when your hands wrapped around her waist, the horse jostling you two as you journeyed, you felt her there. You felt Ellie. During and after Seattle, it was as if that small fragment of her that was left fractured in half. She had lost yet another piece of herself, and it was as if she had shrunk in size. Despite noticing this change, she was still your Ellie, and you’d do anything for her. You knew she was grieving, that she was going through a hard time, but you still did your best to comfort her.

You thought the distance and time would help, but the reality haunted her even in her sleep. Sometimes she had episodes and you’d find her screaming. It was hard to watch her go through this, but you still did everything you could for her. You were her wife, after all, and that’s what you were there for. Ellie had asked you to be her wife after things had calmed down from the Seattle trip. It had been at least a few weeks before she asked, and when she did you took it as a sign that maybe things would change for the better. She said that’s what she wanted. She wanted to change, to move forward, and for a while it seemed like they did. Yet the past continued to haunt her, and you saw the light in her eyes dim more and more.

The turning point was when Tommy meddled in your lives and told you both he had found Abby. You were angry with him for doing that, for disturbing your home, and for putting those thoughts in Ellie’s head again—but once it was done there was no undoing it. Once the cogs started turning you couldn’t stop them. Ellie was stubborn, and no amount of pleading was going to change her mind. She was just like her father. You stayed up late with her that night in an attempt to talk about it.

“Please, just think about this," you pleaded with her. “I need you. I need you here. With me. Don't do this again. We barely made it back last time.”

“And what about Joel? So she just gets to live and he doesn't?"

“Ellie, I miss Joel, too. I know how much he meant to you, but would he really want this? For you to abandon everything for her?”

“He'd want me… to finish what I started.”

“Goddammit, Ellie.” You didn’t know if it was the physical or mental exhaustion, but you were so tired. "Baby, please. Let's just go to bed." Ellie closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She nodded her head and grabbed your hand, leading you to your shared bedroom.

“Let's go to sleep, love,” she said quietly. A wave of relief washed over you as the two of you settled back into bed, her warmth comforting you as you slept. But that only lasted a few hours, because you woke up cold that next morning. You looked everywhere around the house, only to realize that she really had left anyway in the middle of the night.

At first you were angry. She lied to you and left you in the farm house all alone, even after the two of you talked it out. You felt betrayed. The two of you were supposed to be a married couple who worked together as a team, but it seemed she completely disregarded that. Your anger festered for a few hours until it was completely washed away by something else. Once the anger disappeared, it was replaced by fear and sadness. Ellie may have been tough, but she’d be completely on her own. Who knew when she’d come back, if ever, which is what scared you even more. You began to weep after that, the tears cleaning away whatever resentment had been growing initially.

After Santa Barbara is when you felt Ellie change completely. It was like the final piece of her left inside finally disintegrated and disappeared like dust on the wind. It seemed as if she lost herself completely in her mission and fell apart at the seams.

You stared in horror as you saw her coming up the steps. Her messily chopped hair was pasted to her forehead with sweat and Lord knows what else. The tank top she wore was dirty with grime and dried blood. She clutched her side and she walked slowly with a limp. The blood on her clothes seemed old because the only thing coating her skin was sweat and the occasional dirt. What happened out there? you thought. As much as you wanted to scold her, to cuss her out, to be angry with her, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead you rushed towards her and pulled her in. She was alive, and she had come back to you at last. She awkwardly wrapped her arms around you, but it felt almost reluctant as she grasped you weakly. You led her inside as fast as you could while she stayed silent. You questioned her as soon as the door slammed shut.

“Where are you hurt?”

“Everywhere,” she said. She didn’t seem to be in a talkative mood right now. You held her hands in yours and inspected her arms, finding a new bite on her and old cuts that were barely starting to heal. You eyed the tattoo of hers you knew so well, the one you’d trace with your hands whenever she held you. It was then that you noticed the two missing fingers on her left hand. How will she play her guitar? you thought. She just stood there as you looked at the old blood and dirt on her body, but the real horror was her side. She winced as your hands trailed down to the darkly stained side of her shirt. She lifted up her top and you saw the dirty bandages wrapped around what seemed to be a large wound.

“Do you want to take a shower?” you asked her. “Then I can take care of these?” She nodded. She walked away from you as if she was in a trance to the washroom. You started to pace around the house when you heard the water start to run. You didn't know what to say to her or what she was feeling. In fact, you couldn't read her at all, not anymore.

Ellie entered the downstairs area of the house in fresh clothes as soon as her shower ended. You hadn’t seen her around the house in months, and it felt almost foreign. It felt strange, almost like she was a guest. She took a seat at the dining table expectantly in front of the first aid kit you had taken out. You slid out one of the chairs and sat in front of her before beginning your work. You pulled up the green cotton shirt she wore and immediately sanitized the wound. Ellie grit her teeth and let out small hissing sounds here and there, but other than that she remained completely silent. Once you were done cleaning the wound you applied ointment and fresh gauze. The silence was killing you. This had been the girl you could talk to for hours about anything, who rattled off corny jokes, who would tell you all about space and her comic books. You didn’t know this quiet woman before you.

“I’m… glad you’re back,” you said in an attempt to fill the silence.

“You are?” she whispered. Her surprise caught you off guard and made your heart swell in pain.

“Of course I am.”

“I thought you’d be angry with me.”

“I was at first, but you getting home safe was more important to me.”

“You should hate me,” she said sadly. “You shouldn’t be this patient. I’m a piece of shit.”

“Don’t say that.” You finished wrapping up the bandages and started to clean up your supplies from the table. The silence hung in the air again, and you both knew why. The elephant in the room—the unanswered question: did she do it? After you finished cleaning the table you looked into those green eyes that you used to know so well. What happened to the light that used to be inside them? They used to feel like the sunlight that drifted into the forest, but now it was as if the sun had set and you traveled through a dark forest all alone.

“What are you thinking?” she asked. She was still as perceptive as always.

“Did—did you go through with it?” You fidgeted with your fingers nervously. You looked at her, and it was as if dark clouds gathered in her eyes.

“No.” You didn’t know why you were shocked, but you were. She hadn’t gone through with it? Why? What had happened in Santa Barbara? Yet, even despite all your shock, you don’t know what you would’ve thought if she did go through with it. “Can we go to sleep?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” The two of you walked to your old bedroom awkwardly, but when you felt her next to you in bed, it was as if it all melted away. She pulled you in close to her, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist as she breathed in the scent of your clothes. She had missed this—missed you—but she didn’t know how to say that. She hoped you could tell by the way she held you.

Sleeping next to Ellie again brought two fears forward for you: one, that she’d wake up and leave again, and two, how bad her night terrors would be. Ellie stirred a few times in her sleep, speaking and moving around a bit, but no screaming. Your other fear didn’t come true, either, because when you woke up in the morning she was still holding you.

Ellie was a vision when you first laid eyes on her, and as much as she still is, she's different now. Something broken and dark has settled within her, and you don’t know what to do about it. The first few days she’s back home are awkward and quiet. You only spoke to each other when you needed to as the silence made itself the newest member of your family. While you stayed inside the house reading, cleaning every now and then, sleeping to pass the hours, Ellie stayed outside. She tinkered with things that needed fixing around the house, took care of the animals, watered the plants, anything to not be in the house. She would hardly look at you, and the only time she touched you was when she held you to go to sleep. It was like you didn’t exist. In some way you found that to be more painful than having to deal with her absence while she was away. You didn’t know what to do. You felt so hopeless and alone despite having Ellie back. She made you feel like an unwanted guest. She wouldn’t say anything about what happened either. The mystery of those events haunted you. You started having nightmares of all the things that could’ve possibly happened to her, each one more frightening than the next. However, what you wanted to know more than anything, was why she didn’t go through with it. She had made avenging Joel her life mission, and then she discarded it? Why? It’s not that you were disappointed and felt she needed to exact her revenge, you were just confused.

That night you had gone to bed earlier than usual as you stared up at the ceiling lost in thought. You heard her footsteps on the creaking floor before she entered the room, the covers rustling as she climbed in them and tried to pull you close. You pushed her hands away and turned around to face the other direction which seemed to confuse her.

“What’s wrong?” she said.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” you asked. “You won’t even look at me, and this is the only time you touch me. It makes me feel like a pathetic lost puppy just waiting for you.”

“Look, I’m just trying to sort through my thoughts.”

“And that justifies you ignoring me?”

“I’m going through a tough time right now,” she said defensively. You sat up in bed and faced the wall, staring at the chipping paint. You couldn’t believe her right now.

“You’re going through a tough time, Ellie? Really? You’re so fucking full of it.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so goddamn needy. What are you going through, [Y/N]? Huh? Tell me. What is it that’s going on in your perfect little life that’s so bad?” You whipped your head around to look at her.

“You left me in the middle of the night! You left without a goddamn word to hunt down Abby in another state for months. I never knew if I was gonna see you again while I was stuck here on the farm all alone.” You were so angry with her right now. You tried to be understanding, you tried to be there for her, but you could only do so much for a person who didn’t want to accept your kindness.

“That’s your fucking problem, [Y/N],” she spat venmously. You saw her eyebrows furrowed together, and that’s how you knew she was really angry.

“Yeah? What is it? Tell me since you know every-fucking-thing.”

“You are just a stupid lost puppy. You’re not as smart as you think you are and you have no backbone. If you were smart you would’ve left me the moment I disappeared.” You knew she was just saying that to hurt you and get under your skin. She used to do that in the past. This was her way of pushing you away: her favorite defense mechanism.

“I stayed because I love you, Ellie. I couldn’t just leave.”

“That’s your other problem,” she said. “Loving me is another mistake you made along with marrying me.”

“How could you say that?” you asked her. “I just want to be there for you but you don’t make it easy.”

“Because I don’t deserve your kindness. I don’t deserve any of it. Nothing. I’m a disgusting, awful human being and I have no place to expect anything from the world or you.”

“We’ve all done terrible things, Ellie.” You shook your head as you stared at her. Her cheeks were flushed from her rage, but more than anything she looked tired. It hurts you to see her like this. Who was she? Where was the girl you used to know? The reality of it all made you tear up.

“Not you,” she said. “You’re nothing like me. I don’t want to ruin you with how—how dirty my hands are.”

“You won’t.”

“You weren’t there. I don’t know who I was in Santa Barbara; Seattle was just the tip of the iceberg.”

“So why don’t you enlighten me then?” You were tired of the back and forth with her. You just wanted answers, and she slowly provided them. She told you about the Rattlers, about Abby, the fight, how she lost her fingers, all of it. When she got to telling you about the fight, that’s when she broke down.

“And I saw her there, carrying that kid, and she—she looked just like Joel. Goddammit, she looked just like him. All I could think about was how she probably looked the way Joel did when he protected me.” She wiped the tears away from her eyes, but they kept streaming down her cheeks. “And if I killed her? That fucking kid would just come after me. It would be endless.” She broke down into sobs, and it was then that you had enough. You scooted over and pulled her into your arms. She cried into your shoulder as you moved your hands through her hair.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” you said to her. “It’s okay. You did the right thing.”

“I know,” she sobbed. “I know. It’s what Joel would’ve wanted me to do. I miss him. I miss my dad.” She continued sobbing, her tears soaking up your shirt.

“I know, baby.”

“I just don’t want to lose you like everyone else. I just love you so much.”

“I know, honey, I love you, too.”

“Please tell me you forgive me. I want things to be the way they were before. I want to be the person you used to know. I know I’ve been so horrible.”

“I forgive you. I always do.”

“Marrying you was the best thing I ever did. I’m sorry I said those things.”

“You’ve always done that sort of thing as a defense mechanism. I saw through you, but you still pissed me off. You’re so hard headed, I bet you’re half-rock.”

“Shut up,” she laughed. “What would I do without you?”

“Be so hard-headed that you turn into an actual rock.”

“I’m gonna beat your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m gonna get you some water, then we’re gonna go to sleep, okay?” You felt her nod her head against your shoulder before pulling away so you could get her water. You took a look at her face and saw how red and puffy her eyes were, but she was still so beautiful. You leaned in and placed a small kiss on her cheek. She closed her eyes and accepted the gesture before opening them as you pulled away. You went down the stairs carefully to the kitchen, grabbing the nearest glass and filling it with water. When you returned to the room you found her still sitting on the bed waiting for you. You handed her the glass, and she accepted it willingly. You slid into bed beside her and rested your head on her shoulder. This time she gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Come here,” she said, placing the glass on her bedside table. “I’ve missed you so much.” She pulled you into her arms quickly and ran her hands all over your body. “I love you. Always. I’m so sorry for the mean things I said. You’re so patient with me. I don’t know if I even deserve that.”

“I think you do.”

“I’m tired,” she said, then pulled you to lay down next to her.

“Hey!” you said in surprise. She held you so close like she never wanted to let you go. You shifted to try and lay down in a more comfortable position, but she just squeezed you even tighter.

“No. Don’t move. Just lay with me.”

“At least let me lay down comfortably.”

“Fine,” she said. She let you out of her arms just long enough to get comfortable before pulling you back in again. “Do you remember that night we had that dance in Jackson?” she asked.

“I do. How could I forget?” you replied. Your head may have been buried in her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat, but you could tell she was smiling.

“I thought about that night whenever I needed strength. It kept me going. It’s one of my best memories, and in that moment I knew I was gonna marry you one day.”

“You’re being quite romantic.”

“Happy wife, happy life,” she said. You laughed at that.

“Well, your wife wants to go to sleep now, so good night.”

“Good night,” she whispered, petting your hair to lull you to sleep. That night you slept better than you had in months.

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A Chance Encounter

[History on Your Side—Chapter 1.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Sam and Dean are stuck with their current case. Sam searches for leads and gets more than he bargained for. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

Frustration tainted the air of the bunker, radiating from the library walls. As the clock ticked past midnight, blue-white light mingled with the orange of the table lamps, bathing Sam's face in a steady glow as he hunched over his laptop, engrossed in a tireless search. Dean, meanwhile, paced the floor, book in hand. Each footstep reverberated inside his skull, adding to the collective headache. The brothers' current case—a woodland haunting across state—had led them down a dead-end, fueling their late-night study.

Sam furrowed his brow, silently mouthing as he read the contents of his latest webpage. "Dean…" he called, eyeing the screen in concentration. "Think I’ve found something… a Dr. Y/L/N at KU, Lawrence. Might be a long shot, but his research might tie in with our case."

Dean glanced up from his book with a raised eyebrow. "A doctor? How's he connected to our ghost problem?"

"Not a medical doctor, genius... A History PhD… His studies focus on historical folklore. There could be a link between the local legends and our haunting. It's worth a shot, right?"

"Okay, well..." Dean nodded, clapping his book shut. "It's the only lead we've got right now. Let's hit him up."

Sam danced his fingers across the keyboard, crafting a persuasive pitch in their email. "Alright, here goes nothing," he muttered, hitting 'send' with hopeful anticipation, his eyes strained, heavy.

"Hey, we're not just any journalists," Dean interjected, reading over Sam's shoulder. "We're the duo that digs deep into untold stories. Our quest? Unveiling the hidden truths woven into the fabric of this town..."

Sam smirked at Dean's embellishments. "Right, 'cause nothing grabs a scholar's attention like a good ol' fashioned mystery. Hopefully, this Dr. Y/L/N will bite."

Dean chuckled, slapping his brother on the back. "Lighten up, Sammy. Who could resist the allure of two charming reporters like us?"

Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop with a yawn. "Sure, whatever. Let's just hope for a response. I'm off to get some shut-eye."

---

The next day, after his morning run, Sam sat in the bunker's kitchen, opening his laptop to a reply in his inbox. Taking a sip of his coffee, he ran a hand through his hair, optimism growing with each word he read.

"Dean!" he yelled, a spark of excitement coloring his voice. "Dean... We got a reply!"

Dean emerged from the hallway with a yawn and creased pajamas. He had only just got up—having medicated last night's headache with trash TV and beer. "Sup?"

“We've got a meeting... this afternoon." Sam rose an eyebrow, eyeing the screen with intrigue. "Dude seems pretty interested..."

Dean stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Great, well... better hit the road, I guess. But Sammy, we're grabbing grub on the way."

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After a few hours' drive—including a pit stop for food—the Winchesters arrived in Lawrence. Clad in their finest 'reporter' outfits, they paced the university corridors where they eventually located the history department. There, amidst the academic bustle, they requested to meet Dr. Y/L/N.

"Y/N!" the receptionist called, turning her head to the staff room behind her. "Your 3 o'clock is here!"

"Thanks Janice, I'll be right there!"

You emerged from the staff room carrying a large pot of coffee, your presence immediately capturing the attention of the brothers.

"Hey! You must be Tom and Jack. Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You greeted them warmly, charm evident in your smile. "Come on in, take a seat… I hope you like coffee!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a surprised glance, momentarily taken aback as you beckoned them to follow you into a nearby office. You were not what they had expected, that's for sure.

"You're Dr. Y/L/N?" Sam asked, as you closed the door of the small room behind them.

"This is she," you said, sensing their unexpected reactions. "Is… there a problem?"

"No, no!" Sam reassured, trying to mask his surprise with a charming smile. "We just expected someone… older."

You smirked, taking a seat across from them behind the small desk. "And… with a penis?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam coughed, smiling awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by his sexist assumption, whilst Dean scratched his head, trying to think of a witty response.

"I'm just messing with you…” you teased, chuckling at their reactions. “I get that a lot. Anyway, how can I help? Your story sounds interesting…"

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Over cups of coffee, the brothers tactfully explained their ‘research’ and the answers they were seeking.

“Hm, from what you’ve told me, the haunting sounds connected to an old legend rooted in the area…” You pulled out a book from your bookshelf, tracing your fingers over the weathered text. “Ah, here!” You placed it on the desk in front of them, gesturing to the page as you spoke. “This passage here... it speaks of spirits being tied to the ‘earthly realm’...”

The brothers listened intently, their focus on the information you provided, but Sam couldn’t help but feel uncharacteristically distracted, stealing small glances at you as you spoke.

“According to the lore of the local tribe,” you continued, running a hand through your hair, “the spirit seeks ‘retribution for an ancient injustice.’”

Hm, interesting... Sam mused, darting another glance your way.

“Is there any way to stop it?” Dean leaned in slightly, urgency lacing his words.

You straightened in your seat, taken aback by this new line of questioning. “What paper did you say you worked for again?”

“The Eureka Herald”, “The Wichita Eagle,” they replied in unison, gritting their teeth for blowing their cover.

You paused for a moment, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re ghost chasers, aren’t you?” you asked, eyeing them with suspicion, leaning back in your chair.

Sam and Dean shared a look, a mixture of surprise and caution in their eyes.

“What makes you think that?” Dean asked, his posture more guarded, his tone casual, yet wary.

You took a sip from your mug. “It’s not hard to put two and two together,” you said, trying to hide your smirk as the brothers faltered over their cover story. “Plus, you’re not the first ghost chasers I’ve encountered…”

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They were used to keeping their true identity under wraps, and were surprised by your directness—your ability to see through their façade. But there was something about your demeanor that made them feel a level of trust…

“Okay, you got us,” Sam admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But we’re not exactly ‘ghost chasers’… we’re hunters.”

“Hunters?” you raised an eyebrow.

Dean nodded, his expression more serious. “We’re not the kind of hunters most people imagine... We’re here to make things right, to put spirits to rest, to protect people from the crap they don’t even know exist.”

You listened intently, shifting slightly as you processed their words. “So... you hunt the things that go bump in the night? And in this case, you’re here to put an ancient spirit to rest?”

“That’s the plan,” Dean confirmed. “So... think you can help us, or what?”

You hesitated, chewing on your lip as you considered their request. You’d known ghosts were real, yes, but, hunting them...? This was all new, and... exciting.

“Alright,” you relented, undeniably curious. “I’ll try my best to help, but promise you’ll respect the history, the people involved?”

Sam leaned in, interjecting your thoughts, gently. “We promise,” he affirmed, his tone earnest, as he looked into your eyes. “We’re not just seeking closure for the spirit, we’re aiming for closure for the tribe, too.”

You paused for a moment, your gaze softening as you regarded the younger brother with a newfound respect.

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean added, nodding towards his brother. “What he said...”

You took a deep breath, giving in to the excitement you couldn’t deny. “Okay then... let’s uncover the truth behind this thing.”

“Great!” Dean exclaimed, visibly relieved as he slapped his hands on the sides of his chair.

Sam smiled, silently mouthing a gentle “thank you” in your direction

You smiled back, but quickly averted your gaze, feeling a sudden blush rush into your cheeks. “Well,” you rose from your seat, trying your best to ignore whatever that was. “I’m afraid my office hours are over… I have to head back to work, but, I’ll be in touch.”

Sam stood, unconsciously mirroring your stance. “Yeah, yeah—of course.” He cleared his throat, reaching for the book on the table, directing you a gentle glance. “Would it be okay to take this?”

“Yeah, sure... anything that will help. In fact... here... have these...”

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, as you passed him a few more books from your bookshelf.

“We’re staying at a motel just out of town for a few days,” Dean explained, handing you a scrap of paper with their contact details on it. “Let us know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” you said, glancing at the note in your hands. “Sam and Dean Winchester?” You swear their names sounded familiar...

“You can never be too careful in our line of work, lady,” Dean joked, as they finally introduced themselves properly.

As you walked them out of the department, Sam turned to you, shifting the pile of books under his arm. “See you soon, Dr Y/L/N, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, Sam, but please, call me Y/N. I’ll never get used to being called Dr... it sounds waay too formal.”

Sam smiled, but quickly looked away as you returned his gaze, suddenly feeling rather warm.

“Right, let’s make a move.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. “See ya later doc,” he saluted, turning to walk away, Sam by his side.

You chuckled as they left, your eyes lingering on the taller brother as they faded from your view, disappearing round the corner.

---

Back in the Impala, Dean turned towards his brother with a sly grin. "So, Sammy... You seem to have taken quite a liking to Dr. Y/L/N back there... not just interested in her research, huh?"

Sam's eyes widened, trying to mask his embarrassment. "What? No, Dean—it's not like that."

Dean chuckled, giving Sam a playful nudge. "Come on, man! I saw the way you were blushing back there. I've never seen you stumble over your words like that. Plus, you've been staring more than the ghost we're hunting."

"I... I wasn't stumbling, or staring!" Sam contested, despite knowing full well that his attempts to deny it only made it more obvious.

"Sure Sammy, whatever you say," Dean teased, enjoying every moment of his brother's discomfort.

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to play it off. "I was just being polite! She's knowledgeable and helpful, that's all."

"Uh-huh, sure… whatever helps you sleep at night… Bet you'll be dreaming of that helpfulness tonight, huh?" Dean smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, she's hot... I'll give you that."

Sam groaned, realizing there was no getting out of this conversation. "Can we just focus on the case, please? We have a haunting to solve."

Dean laughed, giving his brother a playful punch on the arm. "Alright, alright, Mr. 'I-Don't-Have-A-Crush’. Let's get back to business..."

Despite his attempts to steer the conversation away, Sam couldn't shake off the heat rising to his cheeks, knowing full well Dean would continue to tease him for the rest of the day. But as they drove off to pursue the leads you had provided, he couldn't help but feel optimistic, wondering what might come of this partnership.

Chapter 2

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