#and like I know logically we're gonna be fine and this is ridiculous

[moonmunson]

don't worry baby

summary: you and wally figure out how to keep touching, you spend a day with him at the pool, your mom is putting the pieces together, and she's not happy about it.

wc: 8.4k

cw: gn!alive!plussize!reader, pool scene™, soft smut (? idk, they make out), wally's 40 year reunion, slight angst bc reader has an argument with their mom

don't go breaking my heart: pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5

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“Wally, this is stupid. And I look ridiculous.” 

You’re standing on the football field, sunset washing the AstroTurf in a golden glow, wearing random pads and a helmet he’d found for you in the locker room. There are gym mats laid out behind you, and Wally stands in front of you, knees bent and getting ready to move. 

After you’d gotten over the shock of actually being able to hold hands, confusion set in. Why were you not able to touch before, but you could now? How long would it last, and what had you done differently? 

The connection held strong for a while, long enough for you to memorize the feeling of your hand in his, before it flickered and cut out. It was jarring, holding his hand one second and in the next, feeling it fade away before it went through your own. 

Even though your touches so far had been soft, Wally figured he could cheat the system. Run at you, hard and fast, and the force of it would knock you into each other. You don’t know how he convinced you to do this - his logic is flawed, and even if it works, it doesn’t prove anything, doesn’t help you to figure out the why, but he’d looked up at you with his big brown eyes, and before you knew it, you were standing in the field freezing your ass off. 

“It’s not stupid, it’s gonna work, and you look fine. More than fine, actually - this is a good look on you.” 

“How do you know it’s gonna work?” Your hands are on your hips, and though you know he can’t see your face through the helmet, you look more than unenthused. 

“I don’t, but won’t it be fun if it does?” 

“Does getting tackled to the ground feel like a fun first date idea to you?” 

He stands then, straightening his knees and lowering his arms from their ready-to-go position he’d held them in a moment before. He tilts his head ever so slightly, a smile creeping up slowly on his face. It is so easy to get him to blush. 

“Is this a date?” 

“I don’t know, Wally,” you take the helmet off, hold it by your side, “You’re the one that put fairy lights and blankets and pillows everywhere so we could watch a movie together. And then we held hands. And now you’re trying to tackle me.”

“Well one of those things is not at all the same as the other two, but fair point. Now shut up and put the helmet back on, we're doing this.” 

You sigh, retaking the position Wally had coached you through. You bend your knees, keep your stance wide, neck straight and head forward. Wally shuffles his feet a few times, does a little hop that you can only describe as bunny-like, and takes off running. 

Though he’d told you not to, the urge to close your eyes is overwhelming. As he gets nearer to you, you can feel your heart pounding in your throat.

It’s almost anticlimactic, the way he soars through you. The force of it does knock you over, but the feeling of him going to grasp at you only to literally go through your body leaves you feeling colder than before. 

Your butt lands on the gym mats behind you, a soft oof leaving you from the impact of it. With nothing to stop Wally’s fall, he goes a bit further, hitting the ground behind the mats and rolling to slow his fall on the grass. 

It’s quiet for a second, as the two of you process what just happened. You thought he might be angry, or disappointed, but instead he just laughs. It makes you laugh, and before you know it, you’ve both dissolved into a fit. He’s still clutching his stomach as he crawls over to you, shuffling on his knees toward the mats. 

“That was kinda stupid, wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah, kinda,” you wipe a stray tear that had fallen during the outburst, “but it was kinda fun, too.” 

He sighs, leftover giggles still making their way out, “I just don’t understand why sometimes we can touch and other times we can’t. It doesn’t make any sense to me.” 

“It doesn’t make any sense to me either, Wally. If I could fix it, I would.” 

“I know, it’s not your fault.” 

He runs a hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen onto his forehead back into their usual position atop his head. You follow the movement with your eyes, and trail them down to stare at him. You don’t know how you ever thought you’d be satisfied just looking at him from a distance. 

He’s beautiful. You follow the curve of his cheek, the ridge of his nose to his cupid’s bow, you stare at his pretty pink mouth and wonder what it would feel like on yours. 

“Do I really look that good today?” 

“What?” 

You’re broken from your reverie, and Wally is smirking at you. 

“You were staring, so I probably look really good today. Is it the sweat? Is it making me glow?” He brings his hands up under his chin, rests it on the back of them, and tilts his head. It makes you giggle, and you tilt your head to mirror him. 

“Yeah, actually, it really ties your whole look together.”

“Oh hush,” he drops his hands, straightens his head, and goes to stand up, “thank you for trying this with me, I know it was kinda silly.” 

“Hey, anything is possible. We don’t know how this works so I don’t think anything is a stupid idea. Maybe a little stupid, but,” Wally scoffs at you playfully, “not so stupid that I wouldn't try it if you asked me to.” 

As you say it, you know it to be true. You would do anything he asked you to. The admiration you feel for him, the inspiration you get from the giddiness he exudes at any given moment, it makes your chest ache. 

It feels more than usual - charged, like a current running under your skin, the static you feel when a limb falls asleep, almost. The confusion on your face shows, and Wally crouches down to your level on the mats. 

“Hey, you okay?” 

“Yeah, I just,” you look down at your hands, then back up to Wally, “something feels different.” 

“Good different?” 

You nod, and motion for him to take a few steps back. Moving your hand up and out towards him, your voice is shaky when you ask, “Gimme a hand?” 

Wally doesn’t verbally respond - face uncharacteristically serious as he steps forward to reach out and grab you. His hand slides into yours, lukewarm but solid, and he pulls you from your spot on the mat and into his arms. They wrap around you, safe and secure, and when you wrap your own around him, he sighs into your ear, eyes closed and embracing each other in the middle of the field. 

In his embrace, all you can focus on is the fact that you’re touching, mind racing to figure out what exactly made it possible. A spark of an idea in your head, half formed and needing editing, you pull back from Wally, eyes wide and smile wider. 

“We need to keep doing this.” 

“Hugging? I agree.” He goes to pull you back to his body, but you stay firm, hands on his shoulders, chest parted from his.

“No, well yes, but -” you shake your head, “We couldn’t touch each other five minutes ago, but we can now. Something changed in that five minutes, and we need to figure out what. Run experiments or something, I don’t know.” 

“Experiments?” 

“No more tackling,” you giggle, and Wally sighs - disappointed, “We know that doesn’t work, but I can go home and make a list.”

“Okay,” he nods, head bobbing and smile forming to match yours, “But can we just hug for now though? And you can go all Einstein on me later?” 

This time, he does pull you back into him. You don’t know how long you stand like that, and when you part, the sun has made its descent, and the moon is the only thing shedding light on the two of you. 

After a while, Wally walks you to the boundary of the school, holding your hand the whole way. When you step off the curb and start the journey to your car, you look back every so often until you’re unable to see him anymore. 

-

You spend Sunday locked in your room, scribbling ideas and questions into a blank notebook you had tucked away on your bookshelf. By Monday, you’re barreling into school, looking for Wally, and when you find him, you make him follow you to your tree by the field. 

You haven’t spoken yet, except to say “good morning,” and “follow me,” and he watches you with amused and concerned eyes as you frantically flip through your full pages. 

“You’re skipping first period?” He asks, ducking his head down to try to take your attention from the notebook in front of you. 

“Yeah, this is important,” you whip your head up to look at him, turning the notebook around to show him what you’ve written, “I think I figured it out.” 

He nods, taking the notebook from you and urging you to continue.  

“So, when we try to touch, it usually doesn’t work, except for the other day on the field. Before that, it’s been accidental, or seemingly unrelated to anything, right?” You don’t wait for him to nod before starting to rant again, “Wrong. It is connected to something, but we just didn’t realize it. What were we talking about the first time when our hands actually touched?” 

“My death, right?” 

“Yes! And what about in the film room?” 

“My mom,” his eyebrows furrowed - indicative of slow understanding, not necessarily confusion, “And on the field after? Is it connected to the kinds of stuff we talk about?” 

“That’s what I thought at first, but we’ve had heavy conversations before that and nothing happened. So I was trying to figure out what else it could be, and I think it’s tied to our emotional connection. On the field when you went to tackle me, I trusted you but I was scared. Like, really scared. And then after, when we were laughing and I was looking at you, I felt safe, and hopeful, and I think that’s what made me feel like I could touch you again.” 

“And it worked.” 

“It worked,” you nod, parroting him, “What about you? How have you felt before?”

“I’ve talked about my death so many times before that it doesn’t feel like something that happened to me, if that makes sense,” you nod, “So I wasn’t really all there when we talked about it. And then I looked over at you, and you were crying, and it started to feel more real to me. Like it happened, and I was allowed to be upset about it.”

“What about after the movie?” 

He looks away from the notebook, eyes moving over the morning dew still clinging to the grass. 

“That one was hard. I’ve never really let myself be mad at my mom, I’ve always just been disappointed in myself on her behalf, y’know? But the movie really got me thinking. And after it was over, I felt like I could let it out, talk to you about it, and you’d understand - and you did, and it felt so freeing.” 

“This is my version of going all Einstein on you, by the way,” You lean over to flip to a page full of questions on it, and point to them, “We need to get to know each other better, like on a deeper level, and then maybe we’ll be able to touch more. Plus, it’ll give you the opportunity to talk about things and work them out with someone new, instead of just going over the same shit with the same people.” 

“Okay,” he hands the notebook back to you, “Where do we start?” 

You smile at him, and get to work. 

Over the next few days, you spend any and all free time you have in between classes, or lunch, or during study hall sitting with Wally and actually getting to know him. Not the picture of him your mom had painted for you, or the assumptions made about him by the rest of the student body. Not the version of him that is defined by the way that he died, but the truth of who he was when he was alive, and who he is now. 

Not all of it is fun; he talks at length about what it was like to be a white teenage boy in the 80s, how often he stood by and watched as people in lower social statuses than him were mistreated, bullied, and how he never helped them. He talks about his secret love for curating mixtapes, how much he misses body shots. 

He learns about you, too. How you’re a gigantic d&d playing nerd, how you spend most of your free time glued to your laptop watching movies and tv shows. He finds it especially interesting hearing you talk about how you figured out you could see ghosts. 

You tell him about your grandma’s passing, how you’d seen her essentially stand up from her body, waving to you on her way out the door. That she’d seemed lighter, calmer - happy, almost, as she walked toward something you couldn’t see and faded into the distance. 

As your feelings grow, so does your ability to touch Wally for extended periods of time. It takes concentration - focusing on the positive ways you make each other feel, but it does get marginally easier. By the end of the week, after hours spent playing 20 questions and Never Have I Ever, you feel like you really know him, and you’ve let him know you in turn. 

- 

As March transitions into April, and the biting chill in the air is soothed into something warmer, your relationship with Wally continues to flourish. Like spring flowers, the feelings in your chest blossom, filling the space in between your ribs with something colorful and bright. 

But with the school year winding down, final exams and graduation grow near. Not just looming in the distance anymore, a vague notion of grades and graduation caps thrown in the air, but a real, tangible deadline. An end date to your time at Split River High, and, by extension, an end date to whatever is happening with you and Wally. 

You try your best not to think about it - avoidance comes easy to you - and it’s even easier to take Wally up on his offer to hangout when you should be at home studying instead. It’s not his fault he’s confined to the school grounds, and though in a perfect world you’d be able to do normal teenager shit with him, that’s not the case. 

He shows up at your locker on a Friday, scaring the shit out of you when you close it to see him standing there, like he’d appeared out of thin air. 

“Jumpy today?”

You sigh apologetically, swing your backpack onto your shoulder and slip an airpod into your ear so you don’t look batshit insane in front of everyone at their lockers.  

“What’s up?”

“So I was thinking,” he walks next to you in the hallway, “I know you have much more important shit to do, but I miss you, and I think you should hang out with me on Saturday.”

“Wally I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” you tuck yourself into a less occupied space in the hallway, angling your head up to look at him, “I really need to study and in the best way possible, you’re really distracting.” 

“It’s my good looks and my devastating charm, right?” 

“Yeah,” you whine, softly banging the back of your head against the wall behind you, “You’re too pretty, I won’t get anything done.” 

He laughs, halfheartedly teasing but softening into something sweet, and he goes to rub your shoulder. The touches between you lately are becoming more common, a sure sign that your emotional connection theory had been correct. He’s still not as warm as you, but he stands as solid as any other person. 

“I think you’re giving me too much credit,” he says, fingers running down your arm to hold onto your hand, “I wanna help you, but maybe a break would be good for you too. Please? I miss you.” 

How are you supposed to say no to him? You push off from the wall, hand still holding his, and pull him to walk beside you in the hallway - not caring if your slightly extended arm looks weird or out of place. 

“Fine, I guess I can come in tomorrow,” you say it like it’s a hardship, an inconvenience, but you both know that’s a lie, “A break would probably help me. And studying is hard anyways, most of the time I just end up thinking about you and your stupid face.”

“Stupid face?” he uses his non-occupied hand to bring it up to his cheek, affronted, “I can’t believe you.” 

He laughs, detaching his hand from yours and moving to throw his arm around your shoulder. As the hallways clear, and you walk together, giggling and tucked under his arm, you think for a moment about what it would be like to actually be with him. If he were alive, if you were born earlier, if the world was different and you didn’t have to hide him away. 

-

The walk from your car to the school is decidedly less miserable now that it’s getting warmer. 

Wally is waiting for you by the bus stop again, propped against it like last time. He’s without his letterman jacket today, opting to have his arms showing through the cut holes in what used to be a full sweatshirt. The sun is out, and though he’s partially covered by the overhang, it still shines through his black hair. 

He smiles at you, greeting you with his arms outstretched, making grabby hands and prompting you to sprint over the boundary of the school and into his embrace. The sun beating down on him slightly warms his body, a nice change from the tepid temperature of your usual hugs. You stay there for a few minutes, before pulling back and directing his hand into yours. 

It flickers, but holds steady as he leads you around the back and onto the field. 

“So what’s the plan for today?” 

“We’re playing with balls.” He laughs at your wide-eyed expression, and when you round the corner and make your way onto the field, you hum, confused. By the benches, there’s a rack of footballs, probably taken from the backroom of the gym.  

“Why are there so many?”

“Well,” Wally drops your hand, goes over to the rack and grabs one, throwing it up in the air and catching it on its way down, “I figure you’re not gonna be the best at this, so instead of running around the field going after stray balls for hours, it’s just easier to have a bunch of them.” He shrugs, picks one of them up, tossing it to you and laughing when you fumble with it and it falls to the ground. 

You chuckle - indignant - but don’t correct him, because he isn’t wrong. You’ve never claimed to be athletically inclined. Wally walks back over to you, picking up the ball and handing it to you. Your hands brush as he passes it, and he curls his fingers around yours, helping you hold it correctly. 

“Is there a reason we’re doing this?” 

“Nah, not really, I just thought it would be fun. Get you out of your own head, y’know? Go stand over there,” Wally takes the ball back, points at a spot a few feet away. You laugh, shake your head, and actually manage to catch the ball when he lobs it in your direction. 

“Good! Throw the ball back.” 

The rest of the morning into the afternoon is spent just like that. Throwing a football back and forth until the sun is high in the sky, sweat is trickling down the nape of your neck, and you’re begging Wally for a break. 

“C’mon, I know where we can go.” 

Wally grabs your hand, dragging you through the gym, into the locker room and through the double doors leading to the pool. The main lights are off, leaving the room illuminated by the soft blue glow of the underwater bulbs. You laugh, surprised, and bring your hands up to cover your eyes when he goes to take his shirt and sweats off. 

“What are you doing?” 

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” You hear his footsteps echoing, soft padding of his feet on the tile stopping in front of you, “Wanna go swimming?” 

You don’t put up much of a fight when his hands, soft and sure, grab your wrists to pull them from your face. Cracking an eye open slightly, you’re met with the sight of his bare chest. Just like on his face and arms, the rest of him is smattered with moles and freckles, and you connect them with your line of sight. 

He doesn’t stay in front of you for very long though, gently dropping your arms and stepping back. 

“But I didn’t bring anything to change into,” You shake your head, quietly laughing when he brings out the puppy dog eyes, “Don’t look at me like that, Clark.” 

“Look at you like what? You don’t need anything to change into if you just take off your clothes.”

“Is that what this is about? You just wanted to get me out of my clothes?” It’s flirtier than you mean it to be, toeing the line of the PG rating the we’re slightly more than friends but we haven’t done anything about it yet relationship you’ve had so far. And you can always count on Wally to up the ante. 

“Yeah, you caught me,” he says, deadpan, “I lured you here, seduced you by standing on the field throwing footballs for four hours, all because I thought I could get you to go skinny dipping with me.” 

“See, when you say it like that, I only think you’re half-joking.” 

He rolls his eyes, but it’s clear there’s no malice behind it. 

“You’re stalling. Do you want me to turn around? Would that help?” 

When you nod, wordless and shy and chin tucked to your chest, Wally smiles at you. It’s soft, his brown eyes twinkling from the pool lights reflected in them. He turns around, true to his word, and the only sounds in the room are your breathing and your clothes hitting the floor. 

You whisper that it’s okay to look now, arms wrapped around your midsection, underwear-clad and self-conscious under the weight of Wally’s gaze. To his credit, he keeps his eyes on yours, not letting them trail any further down. 

“So, are we doing this or not, Wally?” 

He stalks towards you, glints of mischief in his eyes, and though you’d trust him with your life, it makes you nervous. Your chest is heaving, breaths coming fast and shallow, made worse when Wally picks you up and jumps in the pool with you in his arms. You hit the water at lightning speed, feet kicking the bottom and rocketing yourself back up. It takes you a minute to right yourself, pushing your hair back from your face and spluttering. 

“I am going to kill you!” You splash in his direction, his laughs echoing off the tile surrounding the pool. 

“Can’t kill me, already dead, remember?” He swims over to you, wavy black hair plastered to his forehead, golden chain and pendant glittering under the water. 

“I could probably figure out how to kill you a second time,” You squeal when he takes you into his arms, hands respectfully placed high on your back and waist. 

“I believe it.” 

You don’t say anything in response - curling your head forward to rest in the space between his neck and shoulder. You just stand there for a minute, calmed by the sound his breaths in your ear. 

“You know, for a second there, I seriously thought I crossed over,” He breaks the silence, nodding at you when you pull back to look at him. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” He smiles at you, tucking a stray wet strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m just really happy.”

“I’m glad,” You giggle, pausing for a moment as a question forms in your head, “Would you? If you had the choice?” 

“What, cross over?” He looks off into the water when you nod, “I’m not sure. There’s only been one other ghost that did it - her name was Dawn. She kinda just disappeared one day, like she didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. I don’t wanna go out like that.”

“Do you know how she was able to do it?”

“Nah, not really,” He shakes his head, bringing his eyes back to yours, “We figured something just clicked for her. We felt it when it happened - there was this weird ringing, and all the lights got really bright for a few seconds, and we just knew.” 

“What do you think you’re missing, if you don’t mind me asking? Like what do you still need to work through?” 

“Why?” He laughs, “You wanna get rid of me?” 

“No,” You reach out, fiddling with the pendant attached to Wally’s necklace, “Just curious.” 

“I’m not sure. There’s a lot of shit I didn’t get to do before I died, and I think it’s harder on me than I say it is. Didn’t get to go to Prom, didn’t graduate, shit like that. I don’t go anywhere near the football field when they do the graduation ceremonies, I just can’t watch it.” 

It makes sense, Wally’s avoidance of the thing he couldn’t do when he was alive. It makes you sad, picturing him, forty years in a row of staying inside all day as the other kids move on to their next phase of life. You’d stay inside too, if it were you. You hum, thoughtful noise lilting through the air around you. 

“I’ll tell you what though,” He cups your cheek in his palm, sliding his thumb over the fullest part of it, “Wherever I’m going, I seriously doubt it gets better than this.” 

He smiles then, tilts your head back ever so slightly, and brings his face closer to yours - lips hovering, waiting for you. His eyes close, long dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him the rest of the way into you. 

The first brush of your lips against his is feather soft, his bottom lip slotted in between yours. When he goes to pull away, you tighten your hold on him, a whine slipping from your throat.

Hungrier than before, he exhales, breaths hot and hitting your cheeks, hands wandering down the expanse of your back - the contact making you shiver. It lights up in your stomach, dizzying and all consuming.

You could stay like this forever, you think, as his hands trail down, stopping above the waistband of your underwear. The touch burns hot on your lower back, and you arch into him. 

The water echoes around you, quiet splashes with every movement. You feel weightless, wrapping your legs around Wally’s waist and pulling softly at his hair. His hands slide further down, holding you up by your thighs and under your knees. Your lips part, an invitation, and he accepts graciously, nipping at your bottom lip and tugging at it with his teeth. 

You return the favor, hands moving from their locked position around his neck and trailing down the length of his chest. When he pulls his mouth from yours, chuckling softly at the way you follow him, he nudges your head to the side, and brings his lips to the space between your neck and shoulder, a mirror image of the way you’d had your own face there a few minutes ago. 

You know he can feel your heartbeat racing under his lips, a hummingbird trapped in your chest, and you whine again when he latches on, tongue peeking out as he sucks a mark into your skin. The pace slows after that, his arms coming back up to wrap around your waist, soft pecks left on the spot where he’d been so harsh a moment ago. 

You pull away, softly grabbing Wally’s cheeks and righting him so your faces are in front of each other, lightheaded and reeling, and you rest your forehead against his - breathing heavily, open mouth near to his. 

“Was that,” As he talks, his lips still brush against yours, “Was that okay? Too much?” 

“Not too much,” You shake your head, a breathless chuckle, “That was perfect.” 

You share a few more soft kisses before he eventually lets go of you, playfully splashing you when you protest, and you splash at him in turn, making it an all out water war. You spend the rest of the day like that, fingers and toes pruning from being in the water for so long, floating on your backs together, weightless and relaxed. 

You know it’s time to go when you peel your eyes open to see the sun going down through the skylight in the ceiling. Wally helps you out, hand resting on your lower back before he jogs over to the basket full of towels. It’s domestic, almost, the way he wraps one around your shoulders and rubs them, wordlessly, like he’s done it a million times before. 

When you get back into your clothes, hair still wet and jeans sticking to your thighs, he pokes at your neck, the mark he left still red and aching. 

“I wanna apologize for that but it looks good on you,” He coos when you wince at his touch, “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” You shrug, sitting down on one of the foldout chairs by the pool, putting your shoes on, “I kinda liked it.” 

-

Wally walks you to the bus stop, as far as he can go, but grabs you by the waist and holds you there as he leans against the glass. You stand there with him for a bit, stuck in the cycle of trading a few soft pecks, pulling away from him, and giving back in when he whines and says he doesn’t want you to go yet. 

“I’ll see you on Monday,” you say, when you’re finally able to put real distance between you, “Not even 48 hours from now. I think you’ll survive.” 

“You don’t know that, baby,” the pet name is new, sending sparks through your core when his voice drops, “I might wither away while you’re gone.”

“You better be here when I get back, Clark. No withering.” you turn to walk away, laugh tearing from your throat when he calls out to you again. 

“Hey, wait!” 

“What, Wally?” you giggle, still slowly walking backwards a few paces from the boundary of the school. 

“Do you want to go to Prom with me?” his smile is wide, cheeks flushed and eyes hopeful. 

You stop moving, melting under the warmth of his gaze. The urge to run back over to him is overwhelming, and it wins out without much pushback from you. His arms encircle you when you cross the curb, nodding into his chest as he laughs and kisses the top of your head. 

He convinces you to stay for another few hours, basking in the setting sun under your tree, soft lips brushing against yours. 

-

When you get home, your mom is waiting for you in the kitchen. 

You’d missed dinner; the evidence of it in tupperwares and dishes in the sink. She doesn’t seem mad, but turns around, eyebrows scrunched in concern. 

“Where were you? I was getting worried,” she says, rounding the island to meet you halfway. 

You don’t want to lie.

“I was studying with a friend, I’m sorry I didn’t text.” 

“That’s okay,” she comes over to you, eyes scanning your still flushed appearance, and pausing on your neck. Her eyes widen a fraction, sly grin pulling the corners of her mouth up. She reaches out her hand, poking at the hickey Wally gave you, “Get a lot of studying done? Or was this more of a half-work half-play situation?” 

You grumble, embarrassed, and turn to go to your room, mortified laugh leaving you when she says, “Oh come on! Give me the juicy details, let me live vicariously through you!” 

She follows you, stopping in your doorway as you throw your backpack on the floor. You’re checking the mark in the mirror on your wall, covering it with your hand when she knocks on the doorframe. 

“Are they hot? Whoever gave you that?” 

You roll your eyes, making eye contact with her through the mirror before turning around and plopping down on your bed. 

“He’s very hot, yes. Do you have any other questions? Or can I start getting ready for bed?” 

“Does this mean you’re going to prom? Has he asked you yet? Or are you gonna do the angsty teen thing where you like, go on a date but very specifically don’t go to prom because it’s for people who peak in highschool?” she’s all smiles, playful and teasing, and it makes you chuckle. 

“He asked me today, actually,” you say softly, corners of your mouth curling up, “I said I’d go with him.”

“This is so exciting! I remember my prom, but mostly I remember the hotel room Randy Warner took me to afterwards.” 

“Oh, gross, Mom,” you shudder, though a laugh peeks out in spite of yourself, “That is entirely too much information.” 

She shrugs, and turns to leave before pausing and looking back. 

“I’m happy for you, I am. Are you being safe?” 

It’s a loaded question. 

Looking at Wally, speaking to Wally, making out with Wally all fall under the umbrella of ‘Things I Promised My Mom I’d Never Do.’ Safety, in this case, is subjective. The way she’s implying safety is easy to answer - today is the furthest you’ve gone with him, and you’re not even entirely sure if sex is possible, or if it’s something you’d want to do. 

Your heart, though? Or your mind? That’s where it gets tricky. Images of Wally flash through your head; him on the field, in the library, the feeling of his hands on you in the pool, and something in your chest falters, thrumming under the weight of impending loss. Borrowed grief from the future. 

“Yeah,” you nod, attempting to assuage her worries, “I’m being safe. I promise.” 

-

The library is uncharacteristically loud today. The usual low murmur of students reading and talking has been replaced by cater waiters, a dj setting up on the stage at the back of the room, and volunteers organizing place cards - a job that had been delegated to you.

You’d signed up for the setup for Split River High’s Class of ‘84 reunion long before you’d actually spoken to Wally; it’s your mom’s forty year reunion, and she thought it’d be fun for you to be there with her, even if it was just as a volunteer. 

It’s technically Wally’s reunion too. 

It’ll be hard to navigate, having your mom and Wally in the same room. It doesn’t sound difficult on paper - you just can’t talk to Wally, you can’t look at him or acknowledge his presence. You wouldn’t be able to, anyway, with his other ghostly friends being in attendance. 

They’d been in here earlier with him, laughing and dancing to David Bowie. It was sweet, seeing them with him. Wally had told you about the dance a few days prior. Forty years of boredom and access to vinyls that the library kept in the back had led to traditions, and though his friends roll their eyes and pretend to hate it, they dance with him at every reunion without fail. 

You’re standing in front of the table with the name cards, organizing them according to the list you’d been given when you feel someone press up against you. It’s not hard to tell that it’s Wally. 

It’s a test of your resilience, feeling him so close to you and not turning around. Wally teases, fingers touching yours as he tries to rearrange the placement of a couple that had a gnarly breakup that year. You snort when the cards revert back to their original position, and he giggles in return.

It’s most likely the only acknowledgment of each other you’ll get for the rest of the day - as much as you want to, you can’t afford to be seen talking to the air. 

When everything is perfect, and guests start trickling into the room, bathed in blues and purples from the lights set up above the stage area, you find your mom and sit with her and her friends. They’re nice, asking you questions about what your plans are after graduation, telling you stories about the kinds of things your mom got up to when she was in high school. 

You’re laughing, smiling at your mom when a woman takes the stage, mic in hand. 

“Can everyone hear me? First of all, thank you so much for coming to the 1984 class reunion -” 

“Woo! Class of ‘84!” 

Your head whips to the side, and you see Wally, Charley, and the kid from your ceramics class. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him not actively doing pottery, and your mouth quirks up in amused confusion.  Wally’s changed since you saw him last - a blue shirt under a white suit, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It’s very Miami Vice, but it works on him. 

“Hey, you okay?” Your mom nudges your shoulder with hers, eyes following your line of sight but unable to see what you see. 

You nod, turning back to the woman on the stage. You don’t catch her furrowed brows, her gaze fixated on you. 

“Forty years, can you believe that? Before we get too tipsy, I’d like to take a moment to honor those who couldn’t be here with us today,” The projector screen turns on, a slideshow showing pictures of the people who’d recently passed,  “And now, a moment of silence for our 1983 homecoming king, Wally Clark. A shining star taken from us way too soon.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when Wally’s picture comes up. It makes you feel sick. You can’t imagine what it’s like, to be at every high school reunion as a ghost. To see the evidence of your death in other people’s aging faces, to hear them talk about their spouses, their kids. To know you’ll never have that.  

He looked so happy - alive. The smile he wears is familiar to you, having seen it so many times over the past month and a half, but the picture evidence of it feels different. Sadder, like you know you shouldn’t know what it feels like to have that smile directed your way. 

You’re broken from your train of thought by a voice a table over from you. 

“...sat on the lid and laughed for hours. And Captain Homecoming never did anything to try and stop them,” It comes from two men sitting next to each other, the speaker drinking a glass of red wine, “Can’t imagine what they would’ve done if I’d actually come out.” 

You exhale, directing your eyes to Wally and Charley at the opposite end of that table. They’re talking, and it seems tense. Charley is trying to brush him off, though you can’t hear what they’re saying. He walks away, leaving Wally solitary in the middle of the room. His eyes find yours, eyebrows turned upwards, like he’s asking you what to do. 

It’s subtle, the face you make in return, and you hope it conveys what you mean to say. 

I’m sorry. Give him some space, and then go find him. 

He nods, and turns to go after his friend. 

- 

The rest of the night passes without issue, for the most part. You mingle with your mom, joining her on 

the dance floor during her favorite hits, grabbing hors d'oeuvres from trays and sneaking sips of her wine. 

“Hey, I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be back in a bit, and then we can go?” You nearly shout to your mom over the sound of the music, and wait for her nod before you turn to leave. 

The hallways are empty when you step outside the library, the music and chatter from inside quieting down once you’re a few steps away. You haven’t seen Wally or Charley for a while, and you hope they’re okay, that they’re talking. There’s no excuse for Wally’s past behavior, and however Charley feels about it, he’s well within his rights to do so. You just hope it’s clear how much Wally has grown. 

You’re still thinking about it when you finish up in the bathroom, jumping slightly when you open the door to see Wally walking back towards the library. 

“Hey!” You whisper, smiling wide when he turns around to see you there. 

“Hey yourself!” He whispers back, and it makes the both of you giggle. He walks over to you, hands in his pants pockets. 

“This is a good look on you, by the way,” You pat at his chest, “Very on theme.” 

“Thanks! I stole it from the costume department.” He’s all smiles, honey brown eyes twinkling under the fluorescents. 

“How are you? Did you find Charley?” 

“Yeah,” He sighs, “We’re all good.” 

“Good,” You laugh, “That’s good.” You pause, reaching for one of his arms and pulling his hand from his pocket and into yours, “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to talk today. I’ve missed you.” 

“That’s okay,” He runs his thumb over your knuckles, “We’ve been busy. You look really pretty too, by the way,” You hadn’t noticed him gently pushing you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall. Your head tilts back, soft giggle leaving you when he says, “I can’t stop thinking about that day at the pool, y’know.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah,” He brings his free hand up, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “It just plays on a loop in my head all the time now.” 

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” You pout, and his thumb moves to pluck at your bottom lip. 

“Not bad. Really, really good, actually.” 

He brings his face down, closer to yours, and you can feel his breath hit your cheeks. It feels like time stops when you’re with him. You’re not paying attention to anything - the music from the library is all but silenced, the click of heels in the hallway doesn’t reach your ears.

You’re just waiting for him to make a move, to close the gap and put you both out of your misery. You close your eyes, feel the slight brush of his lips against yours. 

“Honey? What are you still doing out here?” 

Your eyes snap open, finding your mom a few paces away by the library doors. She’s holding your things, confusion covering her face. She looks at you, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the empty hallway - like she’s looking for something she knows isn’t there. 

You’re so fucked. 

It takes a second for you to get your bearings, blood running cold and pulse picking up, thumping in your chest and ears. You know you can’t look at Wally. He inhales, a sharp, guarded thing, exhaling an “Oh, shit,” under his breath on its way out. 

“Nothing, I was just…” You brush past him, dropping his hand and not looking back as you make your way over to your mother, “It was really loud in there. I just needed a break. You ready to go?” 

She hesitates, eyes still directed at the air behind you where you know Wally is, before she nods and hands you your things. 

The drive home is extremely tense. Neither of you say anything for most of it, your mom only sighing when she pulls into the driveway. You don’t know how much of your interaction with Wally she saw, if she saw any of it or was able to put together what was happening.

You try to imagine what she would’ve seen - you, back against the wall, head leaned back and eyes closed. It’s entirely possible you just looked like you were resting, right?

You can’t ask her about it either - you’d basically be admitting to something you hadn’t even been accused of. The silence is deafening, and you exit the car to go inside. You hover in the living room, waiting to see if she says anything to you. 

“Mom?”

She’s quiet as she puts her coat on the rack, moving into the kitchen and leaning against the island. 

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?” 

Your stomach drops at her question, mind racing a million miles an hour to come up with some sort of answer. It’s vague enough, the way she phrased it, but you hear the true meaning. Have you been talking to Wally Clark? 

It’s like standing on a tightrope. A breeze from either direction could knock you off, sending you careening into a bottomless pit.

If you tell the truth, solidifying your relationship with Wally, making it real by telling someone else, it won’t belong to you anymore. It won’t be just yours - and you’ll have to face the consequences. If you lie, you jeopardize the relationship you have with your mom. Founded on truth and trust, it’ll start to crack. 

“No.” You shake your head, eyes cast towards the floor, stepping off the rope and into the wind. The end result is the same, anyways. Falling towards an end you can’t see yet. 

“Are you sure that’s the answer you wanna go with?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, breathing steady and gaze unwavering. You nod, and she sighs again, shaking her head ever so slightly. “Look,” She says, “You don’t wanna tell me the truth, and that’s fine. So what I’m gonna do,” She brings a hand up to her chest, fingers splayed out, “Is lay it out for you. If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, if you’re seeing who I think you’re seeing, it’s a mistake.” 

You open your mouth, poised to push back, but she beats you to it. 

“It’s a mistake. Of epic proportions. Have you thought this through at all? Have you thought about what it’ll do to you when you graduate next month and you can never see him again?” She drops her hands to her sides. She doesn’t sound mad, only worried. You don’t notice the tears until they’re falling in quick succession - fast, one right after the other. It’s your admission of guilt. “And what about Wally?”

Your breath shudders as she speaks his name, shoulders rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. 

“You can’t keep doing this. Prolonging the inevitable, giving him hope where there is none. It’s not fair to either of you - it’s cruel. You should know better. I thought I taught you better.” 

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean to…” You’ve never felt smaller, shrinking under the weight of your mother’s palpable disappointment. 

“An accident?” Her voice raises, skirting the edge of genuinely yelling at you, “You’re talking to Wally Clark, and he got close enough to give you a hickey. How could that possibly be accidental?” 

You flinch, the implication of your stupidity and carelessness hitting you like a ton of bricks. You raise your head, making eye contact with your mom for the first time since entering your home. The guilt is still clear on your face, but there’s a hint of defiance there, too. 

“You don’t understand,” you say, “You could never understand.” 

“Then explain it to me,” your mom presses. 

“He saw me. He saw me. I didn’t do it on purpose, I didn’t ask for this to happen. I ran away from him that first time, and he made me see him.”

“And every time after that? You made the conscious decision to keep it up.” 

“Do you have any idea what it’s like? To be the only person that sees them? He followed me to class the next day, mom. He kept talking, he wouldn't stop talking, and he was so fucking funny, and I-” You break, sobs tearing from your throat, breath catching and near-suffocating you. 

Your mom’s voice is uncharacteristically cold when it meets your ears. 

“I’ve been getting notices about your absences and tardies for weeks at this point. Your grades are falling, your test scores are abysmal, your teachers are getting worried. I’ve been worried, too, but I tried to let it go because I thought you were finally having a normal teenage experience, but nothing about what you’ve been doing is normal. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know, because I know you, and I know you’re smarter than this.  

“From now on, I want you in your car and driving home immediately after the school bell rings. You will not skip your classes. You will not leave this house on the weekends to sneak away to school, you will be under this roof studying your ass off because you will graduate on time. Do I make myself clear?”

You nod, and with nothing left to say, ultimatum issued and tongue lashing over, your mom exits the room, brushing past you without looking back. You don’t know how long you stand there, tears trailing down your face, before you’re able to pull yourself together enough to make it to your room. 

Rest doesn’t come easy that night - you spend hours tossing and turning, restless, and when you finally do fall asleep, you’re plagued by visions that leave you more drained than you were before you went to bed. Flashes of your memories with Wally, coated in a dream-like haze, play alongside your mom’s voice in the back of your head - apathetic, detached, echoing with disappointment. 

a/n: i am SO sorry it took me so long to update this 😭 school has been crazy, i got really sick and lost the motivation for it for a bit but i'm back!!! this was originally going to be much longer, but i decided to split it into two so you don't have to read a 12k word fic LMFAO. part four still needs some editing and extra writing but i promise there will not be another month gap in between this one and the next one, since it's mostly fully written

also, don't forget to like and reblog if you feel so inclined :)

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[mcflurry-of-dancing-flames]

Ok gonna ramble about the switch 2 for a second sorry lol.

like. $450 is probably a bit too high given what the console is. but like, not egregiously so? based on the hardware and what they've shown, i'd say that like, $350-$375 for the console sounds like a reasonably "correct" amount. But i don't think $450 isn't too too bad especially considering the price of playstation and xbox, and how nintendo is now actually putting out hardware that (allegedly) matches that. But when you factor in paying yearly fees for what is without a doubt going to be the same incredibly mediocre internet service and games being 80 dollars and the almost guarantee that the joycons are going to be utterly absurd price wise (and probably just as prone to disrepair lmao) like. They truly expect you to drop probably 750 dollars if you want to be able to do something as simple as play mario kart with 4 people.

which sucks!!! cuz mario kart world is obviously gonna be a fantastic fucking game!!! and they know everyone will want it and the second one person buys that package and invites friends over to try it so many people on the fence are gonna crack and give in to these ridiculous prices and then they will jack them up further in the future! Because they have successfully proven these strategies work time and time again.

and like. People keep arguing the game industry is heading to some form of crash which might be true for the industry at large but the nintendo switch 2 is already practically a guaranteed mega success globally. We know that. And then if the wider industry does have some form of collapse and forced restructuring or change nintendo will probably be able to remain fine throughout that. And then the industry rebounds and nintendo's success makes every other company just copy them and that's terrible considering how aggresively greedy nintendo has become!!! and i just want it to stop. i'm so so tired i just want new video games to be obtainable without dropping hundreds upon hundreds of dollars a year or praying people online figure out quick and stable cracks for pirating games. And i know i know this is the logical endpoint for video games in a last stage capitalist society. but i just never see it every being. Better. If this is where we're at now.

Shit sucks mannnnnnnn

[nakasumi-sims]

Neal Ward for @jonquilyst Total Drama Sims 2

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Pansexual

Aspiration: Master Actor

Traits: Loner and Active

Hometown: Del Sol Valley

Likes: Acting, Media Production, Painting, Junk Food, His Brother, Pranks, Movies

Dislikes: Pipe Organ, Authority Figures

Skills: Acting - 3/ Comedy - 2 /Dancing - 1 / Fitness - 3/ Logic - 2/ Media Production - 3 /Mischief - 2 / Painting - 5 /Skiiing - 3 /Snowboarding - 3 /Vampire Lore - 2

Neal is the son of superstars Judith Ward and Merrick Koizumi. Him and his twin brother, Gabriel, are the product of a Hollywood marriage only meant to mutually boost their parents' careers, and they just happened on accident. Judith wanted some new young arm candy as a fame boost and Merrick wanted someone to leech fame off of to accelerate his career.

While accomplishing their own goals, the twin boys were an afterthought. Neal and Gabriel were mostly left to their own devices. They were mostly raised by a revolving door of nannies, but every so often Merrick would make time for them and visit since Judith wouldn't even change their diapers.

"'Sup I'm Neal Ward. You've probably heard of renown actress Judith Ward, yea? That's good ol mommy dearest. Is she as bad as everyone says? For the most part, yea. As for my dad, you'd know him as the famous model, actor, and singer Merrick Koizumi. And no, just in case you're afraid, I didn't inherit the vampire genes. Buuuuut I might still bite ya if you ask."

"Honestly, I'd rather be left alone with Gabriel. We're twins if you couldn't tell. Mom and dad weren't really expecting us, but as mom says, 'oh good two at the same time, they can entertain each other and I don't have to do anything!' Mommy dearest only really made time for us if we needed to make her look good. I was happy to get attention after dad noticed I was into art so it was fun when he visited. He always encouraged me to pursue my art. Yet he also had this like ridiculous air of jealousy about it? I dunno. I didn't really give a crap. He's funner to be around than mom, but he's more of a weird friend than a dad. They're both too dramatic and self absorbed, but he cares more than her. We live in Del Sol with mom in her mansion while dad lives in his weird house over in Forgotten Hallow. I did run away from the mansion with Gabriel a few times to Forgotten Hallow to try and live with dad instead, but there's like no food or anywhere to sleep except for a couple of uncomfortable benches.

Most of my life, my brother and I have spent a lot of our time on sets or playing different sports together. We're both active, but the only team I'd want to be on is his. He's the one who wants to get into extreme sports and we always have a good time surfing and snowboarding together. He's better at it than me, but that's fine."

"My dream is to become an actor like my parents so I can be better than them at their own game. It's not completely out of spite though. I really do love acting. It's such a thrill to be on stage and performing. The feeling you get when shaking someone to their very core when you finish a scene is exhilarating and you just feel so powerful. However, being in the shadows of my parents sucks. I'm so done with anything I do being compared to them. It makes it really irritating to interact with anyone new cause it's always about them. Tch, at least I got Gabriel and no one is gonna be able to separate us."

One day, while Neal was wandering around the studio lots, he came across the abandoned lot that was planned to be the set for TDS2! Stunned, he ran back to Gabriel to tell him about his find and then they ran back to the set Judith was shooting her latest movie. They both told her of the find in excited unison to have the news revealed to them by her agent that Judith was sending Neal to be on the show! She said, quote, "Those two needed some separation they're ridiculously close and only keep to themselves. I just wanted them to get away from each other for awhile...and me. I got more to film overseas so I'm letting that show babysit Neal while Gabriel goes to Mt. Komorebi to train with some sports reality show. They get a place to sleep and food so what else do they need? It also spreads the Ward name so he better win or at least not get kicked off until I'm done shooting. I'm so glad I don't have to drag them around with me for awhile. Toodles, boys! Have fun!"

They were both devastated at the news of being separated for the time being. How could they function without each other after doing everything together for their entire short lives?! Neal watched as the private jet whisked Gabriel away with tears. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? This could be his opportunity to break free from his parents' shadows and into his own spotlight. Forget the names Judith Ward and Merrick Koizumi! Now is Neal Ward's time to shine and rise to fame!

Other info:

Neal got his necklace from Merrick. It's made from blood. It was given to him on his 5th birthday in hopes that eventually he would be a vampire like his father, which never happened. Gabriel also had a matching one, but lost it in the ocean while surfing.

Neal's never really thought about his sexuality and preferences before, but would say he's pansexual like his dad. Anything's a possibility if he's willing to open up to someone that's not his brother.

Neal has some editing skills and has a youtube channel where he vlogs with his brother. Most people like it to get insight on behind the scenes on film and tv sets, but there's also quite a few who follow just to get glimpses or pester him with questions about Judith or Merrick. It does throw him off especially since Merrick has his own youtube channel they could go to.

He does have a bit of his parents' power hungry tendencies even if he doesn't think so.

Their parents split the naming responsibilities so Neal was named by Judith and Gabriel was named by Merrick

He is fully human and didn't inherit any vampire traits. Same with Gabriel, but this ain't about him lmao

Besides nannies, a lot of the time, he got he meals from the cast and crew tables from sets he was on.

He doesn't think too highly of authority

Always down to pull pranks. He used to do a lot of them with Gabriel (especially the ol twin switcharoo but that stopped once Neal changed his hair)

[mr-weirdo-mcgee]

If I get less camera shy I would absolutely make a video on dharman and his logic so here's this.

1. First in one of his videos he made a point like "It's ok to not have friends!!" And like yes but also acting like it doesn't have an impact on people is weird cause I'm fine by myself but it still sucks that I feel so different that I can barely make friends, that's not EXACTLY ok but that doesn't mean someone should be made fun of

2. Saying mental stuff is "a superpower" like let's talk about the struggles please. Obviously there's one about autism but I'll talk about the shy one. So he said that being shy was "a superpower" but idk.. staying in the house because you're scared of interacting with people isn't exactly a superpower, and being Camara shy isn't a superpower. "He didn't say social anxiety or something, he said shy!" Yeah but you could probably ask people with anxiety how many times it was just called being "shy"

3. "Just come out to your parents!! Don't be afraid to be yourself!!" NO?? WHAT?? Ok dramatic reaction from me and technically.. maybe! But.. just so you guys know, dhar is probably not gay, definitely not publicly so just an ally as we know and yeah... Not great advice, of course good advice for people who's parents are Ally's but ALSO it's revealed that his parents are homophobic, well at the end they aren't but yeah??

So first off, context. The gay main character is a gay Indian man and the video is called "guy forced to marry girl" of course arranged marriages. And his boyfriend (AN ANNOYING ASS BOYFRIEND!) is white AND a man! Pretty bad right? Because his parents are traditional, only wanting an Indian woman for their son to date, but his boyfriend is SO annoying and not understanding??

"why don't you tell them 😢" because he knows his parents?? Why do all the boyfriends of the main characters not understand homophobia?? But it is revealed that his parents don't want their son to be gay or have a white partner. Not to the point of being violent..expect at the end the dad yells like LOUD so ehh.. but they'd kick their son out if he "was gay" (of course he is)

But even after the main character tells his boyfriend that his parents aren't understanding... He still throws a fit??? "You either tell them or we're done!" WHAT???

And the ending was basically the girl he was gonna marry told off her mom, saying she was marrying a white guy and ran out, the main character decided to tell off his parents to and to cut content with them-- almost until the sister of the girls mom stood up, she was homophobic to her son but everyone (including the girls mom) thought SHE was in the right but the Aunt explained she missed her son and regrets everything she did after she cut content with him. And the main characters parents were like "oh you're right, we won't be homophobic" usually dharman stuff

I'll admit, the ending still makes me cry BUT I can't ignore how bad of advice that is?? You're just guilting gay people with homophobic parents to come out, even if they get kicked out?? And if they don't, they're "not being their true selfies"??? Fuck that! And it's completely ignoring the VIOLENT homophobic parents who would hurt their kid if they came out?? That advice is terrible! You SHOULDN'T come out if you're gonna get hurt?? And you shouldn't be guilted for it??! That's ridiculous!

Anyway I could rant about dharman all day so I'll just make my new tag "dharman criticism -_-"

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Ask Jeeves: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Bobby's presence is requested at someone's funeral/will reading. Since he's not here to go, his next of kin will have to do, i.e. you. Sam and Dean make you go thinking they are going to win big. You get something else instead, something deadlier.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

You're taken back into the living room where everyone else is. They're all arguing about what happened, where everyone was, and who might have done it. This was supposed to be a "grab the money and go" kind of day. It seems like wherever you go no matter what you do, it turns into a case. You're sick and tired of going on cases and helping others. You reach up and touch the metal object stuck in your neck. You'd love nothing more than to yank this thing out but Dean won't let you leave.

"Beverly let go of me. It's so obvious she's guilty," Heddy states.

"You're off your rocker, old lady," Dash rolls his eyes.

"Old lady? I--" She notices Sam and Dean at the entrance of the room and stands up straighter. "I'm thirty-nine."

"Yeah, you have been since '03."

"How dare you!" Heddy gasps.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but who's guilty?" Sam asks.

"The town's slut, Amber. She killed Stan."

"What was her motive?" Dashs asks.

"Everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So, she killed him."

"Sounds logical," Dean shrugs.

"Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she's been peddling. A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly. She's claiming that Bunny's late husband, Lance did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? So stupid."

"You're nutty as a squirrel on those synthetic hormones," Dash bites back.

"Nutty? How appalling of you. Don't they teach you manners at Harvard?"

"Looks like we might have a case here," Sam says when he pulls you and Dean off to the side.

"Yay," you roll your eyes.

"Do you think we can get to the car and get the EMF?"

"Not with Detective Friendly. I guess we're gonna have to go old school."

"Fine. You stay here and keep an eye on everyone. Y/N and I will sniff around upstairs."

"No, I'm staying here."

"Come on," Dean grabs your arm.

"I want to see Sam get flirted with by them." Dean drags you with him anyway and you yank your arm from him. "You're no fun."

"We're not here to have fun, and you're not leaving my sight."

"You can't keep me on a leash. I'm not a dog."

"Yeah? Then why are you acting like a bitch?"

Your glare would burn holes in his head if it could.

"Be careful Dean, you might not wake up one day if you keep this up."

"You won't kill me. You'll have Sam on your ass and trust me, you don't want that."

He has a point. This whole thing fucking sucks. You two sneak upstairs to investigate while Sam holds the fort downstairs. There are artifacts like a mannequin of armor and delicate paintings in the hallway. Nothing that would suggest there is a ghost roaming about in this mansion. At the end of the hallway, there is a bookcase with a ton of books on it.

On one of the books is a symbol that matches the necklace he got from the butler earlier. He pulls out the book to inspect it but can't because it's attached to the shelf. Instead, the bookcase comes forward and opens, revealing a hidden door behind it. Dean takes out the necklace and separates the key from the rest.

"Now why would this Bunny chick leave Bobby a key that goes to a locked door behind a bookshelf in a house he doesn't live in?" you ask.

"No idea."

Dean uses the key on the lock and opens the door to reveal a set of stairs leading toward where the attic is supposed to be. It's all very creepy but Dean is more scared than you are.

"Ladies first."

"Baby," you scoff and push past him.

You walk up the stairs without any sort of weapon to protect yourself while Dean grabs a metal pipe he sees on the way. The attic is dark and dusty but Dean uses his flashlight to help light the way. If you had your magic, you'd be using it. The attic is filled with different statues, artifacts, trinkets, and furniture. It's so crowded up here that you think a hoarder could live up here. There is a rolled-up rug on the ground with feet sticking out of it.

"Dean? Y/N?"

You and Dean turn and see Olivia, the maid, with a horrified expression on her face.

"Olivia?"

"Thank God! I thought you were him."

"Who?"

"Phillip, the butler. He locked me in here because I wouldn't lie to the detective about what I saw."

"What did you see?" you ask.

"I saw him roll Colette's body in a rug."

"Clown College Colette? The butler killed her?"

"No, he just hid her."

"Who killed her?"

"Let me guess--Lance's ghost?"

"No. Bunny's."

That doesn't make any sense. One person is saying they saw Lance's ghost roaming the hallways and now Olivia is saying she saw Bunny's? If you cared about these people at all, you'd get to the bottom of this. However, with the thing on your neck, you're forced to stay with the brothers. They said you couldn't leave them, they didn't say you had to hunt with them. You'll let them do their thing while you stand by and watch them make a bigger fool of themselves than they already are.

You, Dean, and Olivia leave the attic and join the rest downstairs in the living room. Sam is sitting at the table playing cards with Beverly and Heddy but there is no sign of Dash or Amber. Sam sees you two enter and excuses himself before heading over.

"What did you find?" Sam asks once Olivia leaves your side.

"Have you seen the Butler?"

"No. Why?"

"If anyone has any answers, it's him. We're dealing with two vengeful spirits. Apparently, Aunt Bunny had a bee in her bonnet as well."

"You're talking about a husband and wife tag-team killer ghosts?"

"Gotta keep the marriage alive somehow."

"If it is a ghost. There are no cold spots. No electronics going haywire. No ectoplasm. Come on, I thought you two were better hunters than that," you roll your eyes.

"The key is to a hidden attic," Dean says, ignoring your comment.

"Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?"

"I don't know. It gets weirder. I found Olivia and Colette locked inside."

"Clown College Colette?"

"Yeah, but she ain't studying balloon animals. She's dead."

"Now what does the butler have to do with all this?"

"He's the one who locked them in there."

"Or so Olivia says. You trust her just like that?" you smirk and lean against the wall.

"Shush." Dean turns to his brother. "I don't know why but he's covering for the spooks. He's acting like their Renfield."

"Alright, we've got to find him. I'll take upstairs. You take down here."

"Okay," Dean nods.

Dean leaves no room for argument and takes you with him again. He sure wants you to be alright even after everything you've done to him. He hasn't given up hope on you just yet. Guess you'll have to work harder to break his little heart if you're ever going to leave them. Dean passes by some tools and picks up a wrench he's going to use to defend himself if he has to.

"That's not going to do anything."

"Okay, hot shot, use your magic. Oh wait, you don't have it so shut up," Dean snaps.

"Keep it up, Dean. If I have to kill you and your brother, then so be it. It'll put me out of my misery for sure."

Dean chooses to ignore your jabs even though he's kind of scared you'll actually go through with your subtle threats. Dean continues to search the first floor with you trailing behind him with a bored look on your face. He eventually comes across a room that has a sign on it that reads: BUTLER'S QUARTERS. The door is slightly open so he pushes it open further and stares inside.

"Would you go?" you sigh and push him into the room.

Dean is about to say something to you when he notices Phillip by his dresser. He sees you two in the mirror and turns to face you.

"Uh, the leaky faucet is down the hall."

"Cut the shit, Wadsworth. What are you doing hiding dead maids in secret rooms?"

Phillip chuckles. "I know it all looks rather peculiar but I can explain. I did it for Bunny."

"What, did you hide Colette's body in the attic so that she wouldn't steal Bunny's thunder?"

"I couldn't stand the thought of overshadowing Mrs. LaCroix's funeral with another death. She deserved a proper farewell. I owed it to her."

"That's crazy."

"No, Mr. Winchester. That's loyalty."

There's something wrong here. You push past Dean and approach the butler in determination. You grab his chin and move it to the right and left as you inspect his face. He has a certain fire in his eyes that he didn't have when you first met him. You're not dealing with a ghost. You're dealing with a shifter.

"You're not Phillip," you glare.

Dean receives a text from his brother: "Just found Phillip. Dead." Dean turns just in time to see the shifter grab you and toss you into your husband. Both you and Dean fall to the ground as he makes a quick escape. You push Dean away from you and notice a pile of skin by the back door. The shifter has changed forms, and he could be anybody.

"Fuck. I hate shifters. He better not shift into me," you groan and get up.

Dean calls his brother and informs him what's going on, and the two of you meet Sam right outside the kitchen where Phillip's body is.

"Did you see anyone run out of here? I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with hunting," Sam says.

"That bastard could be wearing my face right now. He's dead meat."

"So, the shifter's getting its jollies by impersonating dead people?" Sam asks.

"First Bunny, then Lance, and now Phillip. We saw a pile of skin on our way over to you. He could be anybody, including one of us. We need to find silver."

"Oh, my God!"

You three turn and see Olivia in the doorway with a horrified look on her face.

"He was like that when we found him," Dean says.

"Who did this?"

"We don't know yet. First, I need you to calm down. I know you think he was working with ghosts but there's something way worse going on here."

"Worse than...? What's going on here?"

"If you want to help, then help. Can you do that? We need silver."

Olivia walks to a silverware case without question and opens it to reveal a bunch of silver knives, forks, and spoons.

"Why do you need silverware?"

"For protection."

"You need butter knives to protect you?"

"Trust us. There's a method to our madness."

"How do we know Olivia is who she says she is?" you ask and cross your arms.

Sam reaches into the case and grabs a butter knife.

"Can you hold this?" She does as she's told but her skin doesn't burn. She's safe... for now. Sam picks up two more and hands it to you and Dean. "Alright, let's do this."

x

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[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

Started a post about overthinking, then overthought it.

I have this unfortunate problem where I overthink everything, so I'll have a pretty innocuous question but then I think about the specific words that I'm using, and I spiral about them to the point that I don't end up posting the question at all because I'm so focused on the words being not quite right. But I don't have more accurate ones, and the original words are the generally accepted idea of what I mean anyway, but they're wrong so I want to jot down thoughts about why that is, which is fine, but I fear I won't be able to articulate my thoughts well and I'm sure someone else has done it better, so I don't post that either. And I think well just post the initial question and move on with it but I can't because the phrasing has left a bad taste in my mouth and if I do ask it, I want to have my thoughts organized about why I take issue with it, but then I think who actually gives a shit it's fine just ask the fucking question, and I think about this post right now that's even annoying me, because who gives a shit, I'm just completely overthinking it and overreacting because that's what I do.

And I know I'm being ridiculous, I can feel myself doing it, but I can't stop my brain. And I think sometimes because I'm aware I should be able to stop it, but I know that's just not how it works sometimes. And if it were anyone else feeling this way I would say hey, it's okay, mental health is hard and struggling is not a moral failing, but it's different when it's me. Because sometimes I think there's nothing at all wrong with me and I've just made these patterns up and I'm choosing to be this way. But like. Who would do that? Why would I choose to freak out about every little inconsequential thing? At the end of the day I want to be a person who's just vibing and sharing and being good to people. I want to have conversations and learn about people. But I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to do it without this post in my head every time I try. And this has totally spiraled out of my original intention which was a kind of... haha my brain is bad isn't that funny but the answer is no. It's not. Because this sucks. And it's lonely. And it's embarrassing. And I'll post it anyway because I don't know. Maybe it'll help to not hold onto it? But it feels like attention seeking. Which, logically, I know isn't an inherently bad thing. But it is when it's me, I think.

This is now the point when I've decided to put this whole post under a cut, so I guess I'll just. Explain how this came about, which I was gonna do in the tags but now. You know.

So the original question was just "What's your guilty pleasure book?" which I think is a fun question, because we all have books that we think are a good story, or well written or whatever, and we recommend them, but sometimes we'll be in the mood for just. That book we've re-read a hundred times and we might never admit we enjoy in any capacity.

Then I thought about my answer, and I was kind of embarrassed about it, which comes with the territory, yet I was like. No. I can't actually share mine, it's too far. But like.. that's not really fair, is it? The whole point is it's a guilty pleasure. It's a little embarrassing or cringe or whatever and that's okay.

But then I started thinking how the idea of a guilty pleasure book is fucked up, because why should I feel guilty about something I enjoy? Like. We're allowed to just earnestly enjoy a book. Enjoying a book is not saying it's the height of literature, or even that it's good. It just scratches a part of my brain and it's kind of comforting. That's okay. And I also hate that I feel the need to qualify it like that- Oh I know it's not good, please don't think less of me because I genuinely have fun reading this.

And there's definitely people who have said this way better than me but you know what I mean? Qualifying something as a guilty pleasure feels like such a weird judgement about it. And in this particular case it feels a little not like other girls which also sucks. Because it's not my conscious intention but I fear that's the root of it, if I really stop and think about it. I don't know.

And then. Okay. I'm not really going to get into this more because it's several more paragraphs that I would need to think more about, but if it is not like other girls I could make a case for it being gender related, not feeling queer or trans enough because I enjoy these cishet romances, because boy howdy is that a thing. And I know, logically, that that's ridiculous too. There's no such thing. And again, if someone else told me they were feeling that way I'd tell them that it's silly and there's no one way to be anything, and enjoying cishet romances doesn't make anyone less queer.

And sure we can get into the weeds of it and talk about reading diversely but also in this case it's like... saying I like pears doesn't mean I hate apples and oranges and I only eat pears, actually. Somehow it feels like I have to clarify, though, and the I have to formulate my thoughts and we go back to the beginning of this whole thing, where I've overthought everything and maybe I just stay quiet.

I think what it all comes down to is not knowing who I am. Because I can't just. Be me. Everything I do is a performance. I lay in my bed at night and I think about the way it would look if there was a camera in my ceiling. Right now, computer on my lap, am I sitting wrong? Do I look stupid? The speed at which I'm typing is wrong, it's too slow, I'm making too many mistakes, I'm pausing too much to think about how to word the next part of my sentence. And the invisible audience in my ceiling is judging me for it. How would this be shot if it were a movie, or a tv-show, or whatever?

And I'm alone! It's almost 2 am! There's no need for me to think like this! But I can't turn it off. I think I've always been like this, ever since I was a kid. I don't know what age, but at some point I started feeling like I'm always being watched and I have to act to invisible cameras that have literally never been on me. And this definitely started before I was on the internet, before social media kind of made that a reality for a lot of people. I can remember being young and feeling like the odd one out who's being monitored. I just don't know when it started.

I think probably that's where it all stems from. Whatever caused me to feel that way as a kid. I don't know what. But now I can't do anything without thinking about how it might possibly appear to a non-existent audience and second guessing every bit of it. And it sucks. Because like I said I just want to have fun conversations and hear other people's opinions. But I don't know how to do it right, so I don't do it at all. Or when I do I end up getting scared and basically ghosting everyone.

There's not really a conclusion here. This is just. Me venting I guess. If you've read this far I'm going to give you the prize of my "guilty pleasure" book(s) because I realized I didn't actually share them. Love on the Brain and/or Love Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood. There's two specific scenes in the former that scratch my brain in a very specific way that I can't put into words, and the latter I listened to the audiobook twice during the hurricanes, and it was the only thing that made me feel safe and helped me sleep.

Anyway if you've made it to the end (again) I'd love to hear your "guilty pleasure" book(s). Maybe I'll make another just. Normal post asking the question, but not right now. I have to keep ruminating and weighing different ways to describe it. Maybe in six months.

Ahhh I feel like I should have a better conclusion here. Or a sign off. Thank you. Love you.

[demonsfate]

I remember the whole Xiaoyu/Heihachi debate on the Tek subreddit as well. I always thought some people got weirdly defensive about that even though you had some great (and valid) points. It's like they become blind when the same logic applies to other characters/situations. And that's why I don't like seeing arguments on the Tek6!Jin topic bc I know I'm not gonna like what I see.. like people will say "yeah well *I* Like this Jin and I'm a Jin fan!!! He's never been a goody-two-shoes hero!!" If you like him in 6 that's all fine and dandy but truth is Jin was never like his dad at all and they tried to make him Kazuya 2.0 but they don't see that lol

I really dunno why there were some who got defensive about that. I guess 'cos there are a lot of Heihachi fans. But my point wasn't even entirely about how Xiao was affectionately a child abuser, power hungry, selfish, criminal "grandpa" and crying over his "death." But I was also just saying how it conflicted with her Tek4 depiction/story where she was becoming very suspicious of Heihachi after the email she received from Jin. It showed that Xiao, despite being seemingly childish, has a good head on her shoulders, and can be quite smart. Although never said, considering that Jin had disappeared for 2 years, and had sent her that email out of nowhere - she likely put two and two together and figured Heihachi had something to do with Jin's disappearance. Even if her ending is noncanon in Tek4, it's still bizarre for her to go back to being "I LOVE GRANPA HEIHACHI!!!" in Tek5. Though, Tek5 amped up her immaturity and naivety A LOT. I'm glad it seeeeems like they may be fixing that in Tek8? Hopefully.

When it comes to other websites, I am pretty much done with arguments about Tek6!Jin. I'll bitch about it here because Jin's an important character to me. But like, it really is pointless arguing with most ppl most of the time just because it's always the same. It's either what you said, or "well it happened so it's canon and that's just what Jin is now." OR worse "Jin's a Mishima and they're all bad so he was never really good based solely on that and not anything else his character has ever done." I understand maybe being interested in stories where there are "no good guys" - but that just wasn't what Jin was intended to be (idc what Harada had tried to say in the past)

Any argument about Jin's characterization in Tek6 can be shot down fast just by showing how he acted in the previous games, like I did a week or two ago, and how they're complete contrasts. Even if ""character development"" exists - there's no way Jin would've changed that suddenly and that differently. It's unnatural.

Anyway, people can like whatever they want. We're all entitled to our own opinions. But like, Tek6 is the opposite of why I fell in love with Jin's character. But beyond the issue of Jin being out of character and the "bad guy," he's just a bad character in Tek6. The writing for him was sloppy and inconsistent. His goals are ridiculous and farfetched, and has you coming up with better alternatives than starting a war. His characterization is all over the place as he'll go from "I'm going to mercilessly kill you, go fuck yourself and your dead family" to "I had no choice but to do this, I feel guilty about it, but what else could I have done?" Although lots of ppl point out his goals of ""saving the world"" from Azazel, as well as curing the devil gene, most people forget that he also did this because of CORRUPT GOVERNMENTS. Yes, there's a part in the game where he actually tells Lars that he took control over nations because "government bad" and that the people are terrified of those who rule with an iron fist. Because you know, Jin isn't just another tyrant ruling with an iron fist - in fact, even MORE merciless than the leaders of the world given that he's completely taken over the world and hasn't shown a lick of compassion towards anyone but his own goals. He doesn't even fake compassion ffs. It just SHOWS you how messy his character was even if we ignore what the character was before. It also further confirms that, yes, there was definitely creative differences regarding the character in the writing room.

[just-absolutely-super]

Toddler crack

Mega: hey Patch can you do me a favor?

Patch: eh, maybe? My friend is coming over

Mega: can you watch your cousin? I really need to send off some emails

Patch: do I have to?

Mega: huh? You usually jumps at the chance to watch Remix

Patch: I have never jumped at the chance of watching him. I love him, but he cries so much and he won't listen when I say no

Mega: it's just his age Patch. He doesn't understand everything yet, he will learn over time. But I really need to get to those emails now

Later that day

Mega: I don't get why Patch won't watch Remix as much anymore. My son adores him

Lan: it's the crying

Mega: Patch mentioned that

Lan: I don't think you understand

Mega: oh?

Lan: this is kid logic okay.

Mega: just tell me!

Lan: when someone cries, esepecially between two kids, the other kid almost automatically think they're in trouble

Mega: so when Remix cry when he's with Patch, Patch thinks he'll get in trouble?

Lan: yup!

Mega: that's ridiculous! Patch won't be in trouble cause Remix cries

Lan: Patch is in 2nd grade, cut him some slack will you?

Patch is entertaining Remix by playing tic tac toe

Remix: Patch is quiet...

Patch: Hmm

Remix: Oh! I win! Yay!

Patch: Yeah... Woohoo...

Remix: ...

Patch: ...?

Remix: *sniffles*

Patch: Huh? Are you crying? Why? You're winning aren't you?

Remix, crying: Pa-Patch doesn't like meeee!

Patch: HUH?! Where did you get that idea from? Of course I like you!

Remix: N-No you don't! Or you wouldn't be grumpy all the time!

Patch: Ah geez... It's not like that Remix, honest!

Remix: Waaah! I like Patch a lot! Why doesn't Patch like meeee?

Patch: Remix, stop crying, now!

Remix: *hiccup* ...

Patch: I do like you! I like you a lot. You're gonna be my NetNavi soon. But it's just...you're such a crybaby!

Remix: E-Eh? C-Crybaby?

Patch: Yes! You cry over the littlest things, and yeah, our parents say it's normal for you, but it can be so annoying. You're gonna be my Navi, but you gotta be big, strong, and brave too! Got it?

Remix: Big... Strong... Brave...

Patch: Yeah! We're gonna be the best NetBattling duo on the planet! Better than our dads!

Remix: Better than Papa?

Patch: Yeah! But to do that, I'm gonna need you to toughen up! So if you're gonna hang out with me, I'm gonna need you to be a big boy. Think you can do that, Remix?

Remix: Uh huh! I can be a big boy! I'm b-big, strong, and brave!

Patch: Good! That's what I like to hear!

Remix: So... Patch likes Remix?

Patch: Yeah, you goober, of course I do! Don't ever doubt that again!

Remix: Hehehe

Patch: So now that we settled that, Cal is gonna be here in a few minutes...do you want to meet him?

Remix: Gasp! I meet Patch's friend!

Patch: Yeah, you can meet him. He's been wanting to meet you too. But remember, no crying! Show me you can be brave!

Remix: Kay! I can be brave!

15 minutes later

Mega: Sorry, Patch, those emails lasted longer than I thought they would. I can take Remix now, so you can--

Patch: It's fine, Uncle Hub. He can stay with us. We're having fun, right?

Remix: Uh huh! Want to stay!

Mega: O-Oh, okay! Well, if you need me, I'm not too far away, okay buddy?

Remix: Kay!

Lan: Yo, Megaman, where's our buddy at?

Mega: He's...hanging out with Patch and Cal

Lan: That's great! See? And you were worried!

Mega: Yeah...I was actually

Lan: Don't worry, Patch will take care of him

Mega: I know he will, he takes after his dad after all...

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Haikyuu manager headcanons!!

Okay so these adorable teams all have the softest spot for their tiny little manager-chan, and here's how they all treat her.

[Ari's note: okay manager fics and headcanons are my absolute favourite and I love writing them]

*.` | Karasuno

They are extremely laid back with you, compared to some of the other teams. They give you your space, at the same time listen to you when you have something to say.

Respectful simps. Similar to how they act with Kiyoko (ugh yes queen-chan) they're in tears whenever you do things to motivate them, like cheer at their practice matches or give them good luck charms.

They still have the good luck charms you fastened on their bag before one of the matches.

Tanaka and Noya would literally worship the ground which you walked on. Like wow how did they get so lucky as to have three?? Cute managers?? On their team??

Yachi and you would probably subtly simp over Kiyoko with them too ngl.

Hinata and Kags would probably see you as an older sister, eventho you're their age because you're so caring and responsible.

Suga is literally your mom and Daichi is your dad. They make sure you're all healthy and you're doing well in school.

Asahi gives you hugs whenever you're sad or upset! Fite me but I think this gentle baby gives the best hugs ever >:( he's like your comfort senpai and you'd do the same for him, especially when he's feeling insecure or down.

Yams would probably be very shy around you, but he'll warm up in time.

Ahhh the best part. Tsukki! He'd find you annoying and simply not get why you're so Mcfreaking happy at first (shut up u salty beanpole, manager-chan is just a ray of sunshine, okay?) But he soon finds it endearing and slowly gets closer to you.

You walk home with Yams and Tsukki every day since your houses are close, and Tsukki walks you to your door to make sure you're safe!

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita all see you as a little sister and often help you with your managerial duties.

The team cares and respects you so much, and are so thankful you've joined them!!

Meat buns at Ukai's are your hangout spot, and everytime you see them chilling you're so thankful to have such great friends.

*.` | Aoba Johsai

Aaah we're at the team of one of my favourite characters!! I'll start with Oikawa (can't you tell I'm so biased omg)

Oikawa absolutely adores manager-chan because although she's tiny, she's very strict, and doesn't let his fangirls near the gym when he's practicing, which he appreciates.

"yn-chan, you're so good to me, can I take you out as a thank-you?" Cue Iwa-chan's ball which comes flying at Oikawa's head. "Stop flirting with the manager, shitty-kawa"

Iwa's very fond of you too, but he doesn't let it show too often. Sometimes he picks up your favourite coffee from the vending machine and claims that he bought it by "accident". (How believable<3)

Kunimi probably sends you weird tiktok videos and tags you in funny memes. Very wholesome 10/10.

Kyotani just?? Doesn't understand you?? Like wow, she's small but the team listens to her?? Why?? He later finds out you're the manager. Mad dork here didn't know you were managing the team for the past month, and thought you just came to the gym to watch them practice. Smh.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki give you headpats and like taking selfies with you, much to Oikawa's dismay. He wants to be the only one taking pictures with you.

Like no manager-chan. Stop. Get away from them. My phone's right here I wanna take selfies with you :(

Kindaichi is cool with you. Y'all are bros and you game together sometimes.

Watari and Yahaba join too, and they're surprised to know that you're so aggressive when you game.

Cue a jealous Oikawa who struggles learning how to game just so he's invited to play with you. Simp smh.

They're all very gentle with you, and since you're their first female manager, they make sure to never make you feel uncomfortable.

You guys like grabbing ramen together and having eating contests. They really bring out your aggressive side but you love them for it.

*.` | Shiratorizawa

Can I just say Semi bsf material? Yes? Yes. Semi Eita is best friend material.

Makes you cute little Spotify playlists and you help him write lyrics to songs occasionally. You play an instrument too and you guys can just jam out for hours on end together.

You get the idea of applying to be the manager because of him, and it all took off from there.

Goshiki loves you. You're fond of your kohāi, and you genuinely just give this touch-starved future ace a lot of hugs and cuddles, which he's SO grateful for.

Like wow, y/n-chan isn't just pretty?? She's also so sweet? And smart? And capable? Semi why have you been hiding her for so long??¿ >:(

Goshiki is just so protective of you, he'd commit murder if he had to.

You have to earn Ushiwaka's respect, yk? And slowly but surely he comes to realise how dependable and responsible you are, and treats you like an indispensable member of the team.

He's got your back. And if he ever senses you're upset, he's trying to cheer you up as best as he can.

"do not feel upset, those grades will mean nothing to you in the future. I doubt you will be able to remember what you got in your second year, third monthly test." You think he's being sweet, and yes he is (in a way), but he's also trying to be reasonable and logical.

Tendo loosens you up and you tend to play pranks on the others with him.

The funniest was when you tried to prank Ushijima by adding wasabi to his onigiri and he?? Didn't get it??

Like "y/n-chan, Tendo, why did you add wasabi to this onigiri? It would've been so much better with tuna mayo??" And he has no reaction whatsoever?¿?

Cue Goshiki who tries the onigiri because he wants to prove he has spice tolerance like Ushijima, eventhough you can low-key see him tearing up.

Shirabu is your voice of reason and you and him often study together. You also have deep and philosophical conversations at 12 a.m. over text, and it is just so wholesome.

He respects you so much, not just because you care for him, but because he finds your brain so fricking smexy.

These eagle babies bring out the best in you and you're always eager to push them forward and bring out the best in them.

*.` | Fukurodani

First thing's first, besides Akaashi, you are the only other person who can cheer up an emo-mood Bokuto.

Just say "Hey Bo, you're gonna look so much cooler when you spike the ball like the true ace that you are" and his hair's all perking up and his eyes are shining.

Akaashi thinks you are an angel sent from heaven.

You're very soft on your baby owls, and they genuinely just love getting positive affirmations from you.

Akaashi always blushes when you compliment him on his sets. And you can hear him murmur genuine words of gratitude.

The other members do too. They're glad because sometimes people focus on Bo too much and forget to give them recognition, yk? It's easy to get overlooked :(

But thanks to manager-chan who's so attentive with all of them, and who's aware of all their quirks and moods, they're all so touched and so so happy.

You have a habit of getting cold pretty often, especially since practice finishes late and it's pretty chilly by then.

Konoha always lends you his jacket and walks you home, since your home's are the closest. There's just something about you that makes you soft.

You get along really well with Kaori and Yukie, and you'd definitely consider them your best friends, considering y'all are in this thang togetherrrr!!

The Fukurodani team are just all a bunch of crackheads, but they're your crackheads and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

You're a very tight-knit family, (like ugh I just get lots of comfortable, safe vibes from Fukurodani :(( <3)

You guys hang out at the store near your school pretty often to recharge after grueling days of practice together.

*.` | Nekoma

My second favourite team, Nekoma!! They are precious, gentle, soft babies and I love them to bits and pieces >:(

I'll start with Kuroo. You've always had a tiny soft spot for Kuroo ever since you've become his lab partner in chemistry class.

His notes are immaculate. I mean, cmon we're all hoes for pretty notes

You think he's so incredibly smart and talented, so when he suggests you become the Nekoma manager, you just agree right away.

You guys grow closer since you've started spending more time with him, and you banter around more often than not with chemistry pickup lines.

"hey kitten, let's form a covalent bond"

He's so whipped after you retort back. Like wow she called me sodium fine and said I'm like an exothermic reaction? Permission to simp??

(Ari stfu this isn't a Kuroo fanfic)

Kenma and you definitely play animal crossing together, and he even lets you try his switch, after you guys grow closer.

Kuroo is so insulted, he's never even touched Kenma's switch before >:(

You also push Kenma to do better during practice and he starts to care more about volleyball, since you seem so enthusiastic about it.

Yamamoto isn't even subtle about his simping smh T-T unlike Kuroo, he shamelessly flirts with you, and can't wait to show you off to Tanaka and Noya at the next camp.

"we have such a gorgeous manager now, Nekoma is ThRiViNg" he says in his head with this ridiculous dopey ass smile on his face +_+

Since deep down inside, you're a huge baby, you, Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka get along so well. They're just happy energetic kittens, and they make you feel so happy.

y'alls energy just match, yk?

Although Fukunaga is shy to tell jokes, he tells them to you, because he knows you'd never judge him, and you actually kinda enjoy laughing along :) he's so touched.

Momma Yaku!! Yaku always lends you his jacket and makes sure to carry snacks for you in his bag. He knows you care so much about the team that you often neglect your own health, which is why he's always there to make you're feeling healthy and good.

Kai and Teshiro help you with your homework and like talking about their favourite singers with you.

They're all just such amazing human beings who treat you so well, and you feel so blessed to be a part of their team. You adore them so much, and they adore you back tenfold.

*.` | Inarizaki

[Ari's note: Ello there luvs, you've made it to the bottom of this sweet hc post and just get ready for Inarizaki :( they're my favourite team of all time, and I'm just so biased, I'm sorry ;-;]

Inarizaki's entire team just adores you so much, they think you're the light of their lives.

They're all super touch starved babies, and once you realized that, you've made sure to ensure they never feel that way.

Aran is kinda like your protective senpai, and his heart flutters ever so slightly when you call him that senpai kink oops and give him headpats, and he loves patting your head in return.

The twins are so incredibly soft for you.

Their fangirls are sometimes pretty mean, but one glare from the duo is enough to shut them up.

Osamu cooks bentos for you and gives you the warmest hugs when you ask for them, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hand is almost always in Atsumu's because he's so slick?? Like y'all, this mf would be like "y/n-chan, my hand has been aching for a while now" and when you go to observe it, he just pulls your hand into his and pulls you to follow him.

His entire body heats up when you kiss his cheek after a particularly good game, and his brain literally goes "grrrr empty", when he's usually so sly.

The twins are your bodyguards, they follow you everywhere and protect you all the time.

Enter Suna Rintaro, your meme king. He definitely records funny moments that happen during practice and send them to you, just to make you laugh, or memes of the members.

He also definitely takes pictures of you when you aren't noticing, simply because he likes the way your hair looked, or because you looked so beautiful.

Like the twins, his eyes widen whenever you kiss his cheek or ruffle his hair, and it's literally like suna.exc has stopped functioning.

Congrats manager-chan, you broke the kid -.-

Omimi might come across as stoic and cold but he's actually a huge softie, and you often give him positive affirmations.

He's also definitely a huge lover of your hugs, and looks forward to them as motivation to play well.

He'd never tell you though, he's shy™.

My baby Kita compliments you all the fricking time.

"y/n-chan, I mean this is the most sincere way, I think this hairstyle looks stunning on you"

Or "you're so capable and you work so hard, I'm so thankful to have you by my side"

And he has the most genuine expression on his face, his eyes are so earnest and shining so bright.

And when you smile at him, he's like oh shit I made her smile, depression whom? I only know serotonin.

Ginjima is usually rash but with you, he takes his time and weighs everything he says.

He doesn't wanna accidentally hurt you and regret it since he was being careless and not thinking at all.

You calm him down when he's getting too hotheaded with gentle words and he's suddenly a blushing mess.

Unlike some of the other teams that tease you a bunch, Inarizaki treats you so gently. Their little princess, as they think of you.

So mf-ing protective, like if someone looks at you wrong, you can totally bet Atsumu's going for their ankles, sangwoo style, or Osamu is trash talking them to their knees.

Would drop anything and everything to help you if ever needed.

They think you're they're entire world because you go above and beyond for them, and they genuinely love you. Like actually LOVE you to bits and pieces.

—*.`

[Ari's note: AHHH so the manager fic is done this was literally such a joy to write!! I hope you enjoyed it

Big big hugs <3 have a beautiful day, luvs!!]

[plus-size-reader]

Face Punch

Jacob Black x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1551 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Bella calls in reinforcements for movie night when the rest of her friends bail. 

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Going to see the new Face Punch movie hadn't even been Bella's idea. It wasn't something she would have ever chosen to do for herself.

Still, when the entire group of her friends decided to go, she wasn't about to be the one to refuse. It just wasn't something she was comfortable with.

Not that any of that mattered when she actually showed up, knowing that Jessica wasn't coming and Angela was sick, meaning she and Eric weren't going to be coming out.

It couldn't have gotten any more awkward.

Bella knew well enough that both males were in some kind of casual competition over her and she wasn't exactly thrilled about that to begin with.

So the idea of being with the two of them alone couldn't have been worse.

That was the main reason she'd invited you.

The two of you hadn't seen each other in quite some time before she moved back to Forks, though when you got together again, it was like no time had passed at all.

You had been best friends as kids and it seemed that some things never changed.

...thankfully.

"Hey, how's it going?" You greeted, giving the dark haired girl a gentle hug. She didn't bother answered your question, giving you a look you couldn't misconstrue.

She never would have put herself in this position had she known how this would go. "Thank you for coming" she whispered, turning toward the waiting males to explain.

"This is Y/N. I thought I'd invite her since no one else could come" she shrugged, doing her best to be casual about it, though the real reason for your invitation was clear.

Luckily, neither Mike nor Jacob bothered to complain.

In fact, the latter was more concerned with the fact that he'd yet to meet you in all the time that he'd been spending with Bella recently.

You were the best kept secret in Forks, apparently.

"We're gonna see Face Punch right? It's not supposed to be very good" you laughed, sitting down at the end of the row beside the dark haired guy you'd come to understand was Jacob.

Mike had made it very clear that he was only present for one thing and that left Bella, in the middle of the two of them. Though, at least she wasn't alone.

Knowing you were there made her feel much better about the whole thing.

You thought that neither male would pay you much mind, seeing as they didn't know anything about you, but that wasn't exactly the case. As you watched the movie, you looked over to see Jacob looking at you in the dark.

"What's up?" You whispered, confused about what it was he needed. As far as you knew, it could have been anything.

Though, when he spoke, you realized that couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"You're really pretty. Did you know that?" He wondered, acting as if he wasn't even aware of how strange that was to say.

You had just met him an hour or so ago, but he'd already decided he was going to hit on you. There was a reason for that, of course, but you didn't know that.

At the moment, Jacob's body was undergoing incredible changes that even he didn't understand. His heart was pumping, his blood was boiling, and he could hardly stand it.

For now, all he could do was sit back and watch the movie and if he happened to bond with you in the process, that was just a bonus.

Not that knowing that seemed to matter when Mike stood from the chair and rushed toward the bathroom.

As much as your image had flooded Jacobs mind, and everything about you was clouding all his senses, the whole thing just made him angry.

The blonde was weak and ridiculous, something that Jacob couldn't hide even if he tried. That was how he ended up blowing up at him, losing all control of his upset.

It wasn't until you asked if he was okay that he found himself even able to focus at all.

"Are you okay? That was kind of intense" you asked, sitting down beside him on the theatre steps. You didn't really know each other that well, but you did want to know he was okay.

You'd heard quite a bit about Jacob in the last few months from Bella and you knew how important he was to her. That was more than enough for you to care about him a little bit.

"I don't know, I feel really weird right now. Do you, uh, mind if I hold your hand?" It didn't make much sense, logically of course, but in his animal mind, that was what he needed.

He needed some kind of grounding, and he just felt like you were the way to get that.

"I guess" you shrugged, letting the younger male reach out to take your hand in his own, feeling his skin on your own.

He was burning up.

Not like a fever either. Jacobs skin was practically on fire and you were getting really concerned. So concerned that by the time Bella came back into the theater after seeing Mike off, you were sure he needed to go home.

If not to the hospital.

"It's just hot in there I think. I'll be okay" Jacob assured, knowing that either of you could argue and when it was time to separate, you convinced yourself that he would be fine. You had no reason to worry for some kid Bella had befriended. He was a little flirty, but he didn't know anything about you.

There was nothing you should have felt for him.

...but you did.

As confusing as it was and as much as it didn't make any sense, you knew that you had to check up on him so that's exactly what you did. You asked Bella for his number and gave his house a call, hoping that he wouldn't think you were a maniac for calling for no reason.

You were just worried that something terrible had happened to him after that night at the theater. There was something wrong, you could just feel it.

It was weird, creepy even but you just couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. So, after going back and forth on the decision for hours, you picked up the phone and dialed the number that Bella had passed along.

It rang; once, twice, three times before there was a voice on the other line.

"Hello?"

You thought it was Jacob, as best you could recall, but there was something off about his tone. His voice was deeper than you remembered, raspier than you remembered, you were sure that it was.

You may not have known him super well, but you knew that he didn't sound like that a few nights ago.

"Hey, it's Y/N from the movies. I know this is weird but I just wanted to call and make sure that you're okay? You seemed really messed up after you left" you explained, rolling your eyes at your own rambling, knowing for sure he thought you were out of your mind.

There was no way anyone would ever do what you were doing unless they were entirely crazy.

There was silence on the other line for a moment or two, mostly as Jacob tried to compose a single thought in his head. He'd been thinking about you constantly since you went your separate ways, along with the other changes in his life.

...But he never thought you'd call.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think it was just a little warm in there. I'm okay now" he allowed, hoping it didn't sound too fake. He really wasn't okay but there was no way for him to explain what he was going through to you.

Then it would be your turn to think he was out of his mind.

"Really? Cause Bella told me that you had the stomach flu. She's been really worried so I told her I'd try calling" you decided, it wasn't really your place to question what she'd heard over the phone from his family, but you were already here.

If Jacob didn't already think you were insane, he certainly did now, but that wasn't the main reason you did it. You were like an outsider in this whole thing, he didn't owe you anything in the way he owed her.

The two of them were close and she'd been a wreck these last few days.

"I'm fine, I thought I was sick but I woke up all better" he lied, this time not even bothering to try and make it convincing. He'd had his dad on his back these last few days, along with the rest of the pack and Sam Uley.

He wasn't going to have you on his back too. It crossed his mind that maybe he didn't want you to worry, and that was why he did it, but that couldn't have been the case, right? You hardly knew each other.

There was nothing Jacob should have felt for you, though, crazier things had happened since that night at the movie theater.

[rowyn-writes]

Confidence (Jack x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, strong language, arguing siblings

Pairings: Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Castiel (mentioned only,) Claire (mentioned only.)

Word Count: 2124

Summary: You start to notice that Jack tends to stay by your side whenever he can.

Requested by: @nancyangel​

Part Two: Dying From a Broken Heart

You sat in your room in the bunker, casually reading on of your many books that lined your walls. You were a bookworm, much like you older brother, Sam. You liked being by yourself with your books and a cup of coffee, as cliche as it sounds.

Right now, you needed an escape from your world and into another one where you know how everything ends. Your half brothers, Sam and Dean we're currently trying to figure out a way to get their mother back from apocalypse world.

You were John's daughter, being the youngest Winchester there was. Along with being the baby of the family, your brothers were over protective of you.

Most of the time you weren't allowed out on a hunt, so you stayed in the bunker and helped with lore and things like that while Sam and Dean would do the hunting.

Lately, however, you were getting more involved, much to your brother's dismay. You loved Sam and Dean with all your heart, but they could be overbearing at times.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on your door. "It's open." You called.

Jack popped his head into the room. "Hey, Y/n. Can I come in?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

Jack took a seat on the chair that sat in front of your small desk. "What's up?"

"Sam and Dean are going on a hunt and I was wondering if you were going?" This was news to you. You're had no idea that your brothers were going on a hunting trip.

You frowned as you go up off your position on the bed. "Now I am." You said, getting your bag ready. "You coming too?"

"Yes." Jack nodded. You told him to finish packing while you did the same.

"Going somewhere, gentlemen?" You asked just as Sam and Dean were about to walk out of the bunker.

Dean let his head fall as he sighed. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not." You snapped.

"Dean's right." Sam agreed. "You should sit this one out."

You let out a frustrated grunt. "C'mon. Why are you still treating me like I'm twelve? I'm almost 22."

"You're not ready, Y/n."

"I'm not ready?" You scoffed. "But you let Jack go, and technically, he's barely three months old."

"That's different." Dean said.

"How?! How is that different?! I grew up hunting with you guys and Dad, I know what to do!" You argued.

"It's different because you'll die if something happens! Jack has powers and can defend himself! You don't!" Dean hissed.

"This is ridiculous!" You huffed.

"Maybe next time, Y/n." Sam gave you a smile, which you didn't return. "Alright, Jack!" Sam called out. "Let's go!"

Jack appeared beside them in a second, making you jump slightly. "See you later, Y/n." Dean said. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug but decided against it, because you might knee him in the groin if you had the chance.

"You're not coming, Y/n?" Jack asked, seeming disappointed.

"Apparently not."

Jack seemed to hesitate by the door. "On second thought, I think I'll stay here. You guys don't really need my help, do you?"

Sam and Dean seemed surprised by his change of plans. Jack had been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while. "I guess not." Sam said. And with that, they were gone.

"Why didn't you go with them?" You asked Jack. "You've been wanting to go on a hunting trip with them for a while, so why did you back out?"

"I thought you could use the company." He shrugged.

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. .

. . .

Sam and Dean returned about two days later, clearly pleased that you and Jack had stayed at the bunker. You had thought of finding you own case, maybe even hunting with Claire, but decided against it.

But that doesn't mean you still weren't pissed at your brothers. They kept treating you like you were five, when you were 21. It was infuriating. That's why you were determined to find a case.

"Hey, so look what I found." You said, holding your computer up to your brothers. "Five people dead. All found without their hearts. However, there was six victims. One survived. If we can find out who's killing these people, we can put down the son of a bitch."

"Where's this happening at?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Little Rock, Arkansas."

Dean nodded his head. "Okay. Sammy, pack your things, Y/n, send us the address. We'll call you when you get there."

"Wait a minute." You protested. "You said that I would get to come with you on the next hunt! This is the next hunt."

"No."

"No?"

"No. You're not coming."

"Oh come on!" You yelled angrily. "You have got to be kidding me! You promised that you would take me out on the hunt!"

"I never promised." Dean reminded her. "I never make promises I can't keep. You know that."

"You're being ridiculous! C'mon Sam, back me up here." You looked over to the man, giving him pleading eyes.

"I think Y/n's right Dean." He agreed. "We've seen what she can do, handling a werewolf or two isn't anything she can't handle."

Dean frowned, looking back and forth between you and Sam. "I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Go pack your things. Tell Jack to do the same." You nodded, calmly walking away. But as soon as you were out of sight from Sam and Dean, you gave a tiny squeal and did a little dance.

"Are we celebrating something?" Jack asked from behind you, making you jump slightly.

You gave him a big smile. "That we are, Jack. Sam and Dean are letting us go on a hunt! So pack your bags, we leave in an hour!"

You quickly packed your bag full of clothes and other essentials and put them in the trunk of the Impala.

Jack sat in the back seat with you; it was only logical, since Sam was the Jolly Green Giant and could barely fit back there.

While you loved the Impala, you did not love the kind of music that played constantly. As Sam once put it, "It's the greatest hits of Mullet Rock." So you had brought your phone and a pair of earbuds.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked curiously.

"Listening to music."

"But Dean has music playing?" He furrowed his eyebrows, making your heart soar at his cute little scrunched up face.

"Yeah, well, Dean and I have very different tastes in music. Here, listen to this." You gave him the other earbud you had.

Jack seemed to like your selection of music, as he grinned as the song played on. After a while of driving, your legs began to cramp. Whether you were tall or short, being in the back of the Impala for a long time did nothing to help your legs.

You tried to find a position where you weren't invading Jack's bubble, as not to touch him because you didn't know how he would react.

"You can stretch out your legs." Jack said, as if reading your thoughts. "I don't mind." You gave him a grateful smile as you rested your legs in his lap.

About four hours in, you began to doze off. Car rides were always relaxing to you, seeing your surroundings blur as you sped past, feeling the Impala rock beneath you, and being able to spread out in the back seat.

Although, you couldn't count how many times you had to disinfect the back seat because of your brothers. Mostly Dean.

You were woken up rather unpleasantly by Dean. You had been leaning against the door of the Impala when he yanked the door open, causing you to tumble out of the car. "Thanks for the awesome wake-up call, dick." You growled.

"No problem, fuck-face." He grinned as he helped you up. You grabbed your stuff and checked into your motel room.

It was like every other motel you've ever stayed at, rock hard beds, ugly wall patterns, and a small box T.V.

You went ahead and changed into your FBI clothes, a light blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans, matching boots and a blazer. "You boys ready?" You asked, exiting the bathroom to see all of them had changed into their uniforms.

You all piled into the Impala once more and headed to the local police station, and then to the hospital.

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. .

. . .

You had found out nothing. There was no victimology, no connection, nothing. You figured there wouldn't be a pattern, it was a werewolf, after all.

You did know, however, that the werewolf was a Purebred, as the moon cycle didn't line up with the victims deaths.

And the surviving victim was a fifteen year old girl. Thankfully, she hadn't been bitten. But she was in so much shock that she couldn't remember her attackers face.

"Poor girl." You commented, shrugging off your blazer. "She's never going to be the same."

"She'll learn to cope." Dean assured you. "Okay, so Jack and I are gonna go to where the bodies were found and dig around a little, you and Sam stay here and see what you can find out about this town. See if there's any kind of pattern with the killings."

"Actually, could I stay here with Y/n and help her?" Jack asked.

Dean looked taken aback slightly. "Uh, yeah, sure kid. Sammy, let's go." Once the two brothers were in the car, Dean looked over at Sam. "Jack has a crush on Y/n." He frowned.

Sam snorted. "Okay? And you couldn't tell that before? I kinda thought it was obvious."

Dean cuffed Sam. "Alright, Captain Jack-ass. I was just saying maybe we shouldn't leave Y/n and Jack alone."

"Oh, please." Sam scoffed. "Nothing's gonna happen."

You got out your laptop and sat on one of the beds. You noticed that Jack was watching you from the couch. It was obvious be wanted to say something.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, Y/n?" He looked excited to see that you engaged in a conversation with him first.

"How come you wanted to stay behind with me?"

"Oh, did you want me to go with Dean?" Jack seemed disappointed.

"No, no. That's not it!" You assured him quickly. He looked extremely relieved to hear that. "I was just curious. On the last hunt that Sam and Dean went on, you decided to stay behind with me too. And whenever I go out to grab food or something, you always come with me. I love your company, so please don't take that the wrong way. I was just wondering."

Jack thought over your words for a few moments before answering. "I don't really feel confident around anyone. Sometimes I feel like another burden onto Sam, Dean and Cas. But with you, I feel like I'm not judged."

"You're not judged by any of us, Jack. You know that." You frowned.

"I know that, I just can't help but feel that way sometimes. But things are different with you. I feel confident and safe, like I can be myself whenever you're around. I enjoy being around you, Y/n."

You felt your heart melt at Jack's words. You felt exactly the same way about him. While growing up, you never really had boyfriends, just a one night stand here and there (which your brothers definitely didn't know about.)

"Jack." You started. "Do you see me the same way you see Sam and Dean?"

"No. It feels different. I can't really explain it. It's like. . . When I'm with you, I can feel my heart start to beat faster, and my palms get kind of sweaty. I don't do that when I'm around Sam and Dean." He explained.

You smiled as you realized what he was saying. "Jack, I think that means you have a crush on me."

"Crush you?!" Jack looked startled. "I would never hurt you!"

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant." You sighed as you tried to break it down to him. "It means you really like someone, but not as a friend. Kind of like a boyfriend or girlfriend."

Realization dawned on Jack as he soaked in your words. "Then can I be your boyfriend?" He asked eagerly.

You gave a small laugh. "Yeah, you can." You kissed him on the cheek. Jack's face became pink under your gaze.

"Could I kiss your lips?" You didn't answer as your lips brushed over his.

"Does that answer your question?" He nodded happily as a smile formed on his face. He felt happy and safe with you standing in front of him.

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I was thinking about making a part two? Tell me what you think!

[gunsli-01]

The logic thrown around in the Milgram fandom is so funny when it comes to voting. This is only the first of the second round of trials. Yet, it's turned into the perfect prelude for the reactionary, tit for tat decision making we'll probably see throughout. The logic being used to break the 50/50 is actually ridiculous. Voting Haruka guilty for any reason that holds even a bit of concern over his safety or others is just setting yourself up to be disappointed.

Even if you just want him to change his fucking behavior neither of the verdicts presented would cause that to happen. Which is still hilarious given most milgram fans will be notorious Fuuta haters and then go we can scorn/shame the prisoners into behaving better. Make it make sense.

To put it bluntly this is quite simply the easiest way to have him be lost. Which would suck cause we wouldn't get his final song but we'd literally be losing nothing narratively since we know exactly what he did and why at this point. Voting him guilty under the weird fucking idea that he'll be restrained enough to not hurt himself if Mu isn't voted innocent is provably a stupid idea.

He'd still have enough freedom under the first level of restraint to injure himself/others. Super funny that this is even a talking point considering we've seen the level of restraint he'd receive implemented on three prisoners already. All of which could still get around fine, with their hands totally free. The only thing that has limited two of the guilty prisoners ability to get around is wounds inflicted on them by Kotoko.

This isn't even speculation it's a fact we've seen them at the beginning of this trial. Fuuta, Amane, and Mahiru we're not restrained to the point of not being able to hurt themselves or others. Even with the first level of restraint being enacted upon Amane she still threatens to take care of Shidou if he keeps providing medical attention. So, it is actively pointless to vote him guilty with this in mind and the people that use this as a reason are either deluding themselves, acting out of ignorance, or willfully being dishonest.

Basing not wanting a 50/50 on an assumption of what it entails. Basing anything off an assumption is a waste of time. Especially when we could just as easily see what the fuck it entails by getting it as early as possible. Then move forward more informed than before. All the logic being used to support a guilty verdict for Haruka quite literally falls apart when looked at with any scrutiny.

Just watch Mu's trial is gonna come up then a lot of people are gonna magically remember the first level of restraint isn't actually all that restraining. Suddenly they're gonna be like we gotta vote her innocent because Haruka remember guys. Oh no, but I really thought the restraint would be more than that swearsies.

I at least had some respect for the guilty verdict logic when I'd wrongfully assumed most voting him guilty said fuck that guys wellbeing I want that different information Es was alluding to. I'd even accept the whole he's gotten far too cocky approach but as it stands now all the reasoning for it I've seen has just been stupid.

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

--

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

--

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

[pizzaboat]

Lumity

Luz asks Amity to help her bake a cake for Willow's birthday. Chaos ensues.

Wh‐what!?"

Luz smiled angelically at her, leaning closer which made Amity's heart skip a beat.

"I said, do you wanna help me bake a birthday day cake for Willow's party?" 

"Yes!–I mean, sure y-yeah," Amity stammered out, "but didn't she already have her birthday?"

"I mean yeah, but she was sick that day," Luz said, "I don't really get alot of the illnesses that you guys have, but I do know being sick in general sucks Hooty egg's.. this way she'll get to celebrate her birthday properly with her friends!"

Oh titan her heart, this girl would be the death of her;

"Wow, that's really kind of you Luz, does Willow know what kind of cake she wants?" 

"Well you see that's the thing," The human said lowering her voice, "it's a surprise, We have to keep it on the down low."

"Got it," Amity said, nodding, "alright I'll help."

Luz beamed grabbing her hand's, "Thanks Amity, you're the best!"

Before she knew what was happening she was being pulled into one of the girl's signature, crushing hugs. All logic and reason left her for a moment until Luz pulled back and started saying something else. Amity mentally shook herself and tried to focus on anything but the fact Luz was now holding her hand's again.

"–I'll share the juicy details with you later, ok?" The other teen was saying now, "this is gonna be great!"

Before she could respond Luz was already sprinting off down the school corridors to her next class. Amity stood there dumbfounded for a moment trying to process what just happened. 

"Amity, why arn't you in class right now?" Principal Bump said, walking by and breaking her from her trance.

"Oh, sorry!"

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Luz knew her friend had arrived the moment she heard shrill screams from the front of the house. She thundered down the stairs and rushed to Hooty's door, but before she got there, it slammed open and Amity was revealed on the other side, a murderous glint in her eye's and a pink fame in her hand.

Hooty noticed her then;

"LUZ SAVE ME, YOURE FRIEND IS CRAZY!!" He screeched. Some of his feathers were singed.

Amity winced and went to finish the job. Uh-oh.

Luz darted to her, grabbing her wrist. The physical contact seem to rile the girl up further.

"I warned that thing never to talk to me again." She growled, trying to break free.

Hooty squaked in fear.

Luz wrapped an arm around her, half comforting and half restraining, guiding the other kid inside, "It's OK, it's over now."

"I just said hi!" Hooty cried and they both ignored him.

The door shut on his voice, and the two girls were alone then. Amity calmed down after a moment or two.

"Sorry about that..," The witch said, "he's just so.." She shuddered then.

"Don't worry about it," Luz said sympathetically, "I still sometimes freak out when I see him. Not everything on the Isles is charmingly weird."

She eventually led her friend into the kitchen.

They took stock of what they need from an old cook book, Luz had found rooting around the house. This particular book was previously being used as a table leg for a random desk.. She'd put it back later.

"OK," Amity said,"what do we do?"

"Um.. I thought you'd know," Luz said sheepishly.

"Wait, why would I know how to bake a cake?" Her friend frowned.

"I don't know, you're smart!" Luz exclaimed, "..I thought you'd y'know, know how.. that's why I asked you."

She didn't miss the blush amity gave at that. Well she does like people recognising her ability..  it must be that.

"Alright," Amity said then, "where's the Owl Lady, maybe she knows what to do?"

Luz shook her head, "Eda's at the market. She won't be back for hours.."

" ..Well I guess we'll just have to make do with what we know," she continued, "and really, how hard can it be for the two of us to bake a cake?"

Her cooking partner frowned at that, "I'd imagine it's difficult when you don't know what you're doing Luz."

"Pshh, we've eaten cake before! We know what good food tastes like, it's all we need!" The teen said trying to hype her friend up;

"we've got a cook book, we've got our wit's and we've got the power of friendship–"

–Nothing can go wrong!" Luz declared.

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Everything was going wrong.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" Amity asked her partner.

Luz tried to whipe flour from her face, only smudging it further, she then turned to consult the cook book;

"well it says the mixture should be be kind of a liquid.."

Amity watched the mixture wave at them.

"Does the book mention the batter growing sentience?" Amity said frowning.

"No.." luz sighed.

"We should start over," Amity told her.

"You're probably right." The Luz agreed.

The batter agreed too.

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1 hour later.

"I don't really know what's edible in here," Luz admitted, after Amity thoroughly burnt the previous mixture when it tried to eat them.

The smell of smoke still hung in the kitchen, and the fourteen year old opened a window.

"You'd think most foods in a kitchen would be." Amity grunted.

"Well my cooking buddy, I guess we're just gonna have to continue with the process of elimination!" Luz told her.

Amity groaned and luz took out another carton of spider eggs.

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3 hours later.

Luz ran a batter covered hand through her dark hair, slicking it back with a white clump of goo. Amity honestly had to say; this is the only time her crush has looked ridiculous to her.

"I think we've got it this time, this is the perfect batter that won't try and talk philosophical nonsense with us, unlike the last three batches." The brown eyed teen sighed in relief.

"I think you're right," Amity agreed, "let's just pour it into a cake tin and be done with this."

Luz nodded, and went to pour the batter into their chosen tin;

"For willow," She said weakly.

"For willow, Amity returned with as much enthusiasm.

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15 minutes later.

"WHAT IN TITANS NAME WHERE YOU TWO DOING!?"

Her mentor's sister, had rushed Into the house at the smell of smoke. apparently she'd thought the house was on fire.

Luz and Amity now stood with their head's down covered in soot, abomination sludge and cake mix, completely mortified as the adult infront of them continued to berate them;

"I have never seen anything like this in all my life!"  Lilith said, "and I've seen some serious incompetence in my time, but never something like this!"

Neither girl dared to say a word.

"I expected this from my sister's apprentice, but Amity Blight, I expected more from you." She continued crossing her arms.

Luz watched her friend's cheek's flush in shame.

"I mean what we're you thinking?" Lilith said, "an all out brawl with a cake demon in the kitchen? You almost burnt the house down, how am I supposed to explain this to Edalyn?"

She had an idea then;

" Explain this to Edalyn.. what do you mean by that?"

"Well, she left me encharge, while she went to the mar–oh no, I know that look. It's the same one Edalyn makes."

Luz grinned at her.

"I won't be blackmailed human." Lilith warned.

"So this is technically your fault," Luz said smugly, "your not gonna tell Eda about this, because you need this place."

"This is extortion!" Lilith growled.

"Nah, it's revenge." The teen quipped.

"Luz what you doing?" Amity hissed, voice hushed while pulling her aside and giving her a disproving look.

"Its for Willow," Luz pleaded," plus you don't wanna see Eda when she's mad, she made Me, Willow and Gus clean the entire house top to bottom after we animated it. plus this is Lilith. trust me on this."

Her friend looked conflicted for a moment, Luz could see her weighing up the morality of it behind her golden eyes;

"Fine, do what you need to do," She eventually conceded.

Luz gave a nod and turned back to the disgruntled woman.

"Eda doesn't need to know about this, we can all win here," They said.

Lilith scoffed, "How so?"

"We just have to clean up this mess, and you have to bake us a birthday cake."

The witch's eyebrows shot up at that, "That's a strange demand, why a birthday cake?"

"It's  for a friend," Luz said.

"Fabulous, well I don't cook, and I certainly don't bake cakes for your snot nosed little friend's." Lilith sneered.

"You don't have a choice here," Amity pressed joining in now.

Lilith looked to her with mild shock; She seemed to realise there was no real way out of this.

"Fine." She growled, "five minutes with my Sister and you've both turned into criminals."

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Willow's surprise party had gone off without a hitch. Gus had provided the intertainment and Luz and Amity had carted out Lilith's cake.

"Aw guys," Willow had said, "you didn't have to do this!"

"You're our friend," Luz had said, "no amount of monster fighting and black mail is too much for you."

Amity had silently agreed.

Willow and Gus had looked confused then, but Luz and Amity knew the truth, and as they'd both dozed off, head's on each others shoulder's in the middle of the party, they knew they'd be haunted by their actions forever.

[fydream]

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✰ how to be a heartbreaker

↳ so what happens when park jisung, the school’s infamous fuckboy runs into the new girl at school? out of boredom he decides it’ll be fun to have someone new to play with, but little does he know, she’s learning how to be a heartbreaker.

a/n: hi! an authors note before this chapter begins! 1. yes i know the formatting is different but that’s only because this chapter is 5.9k words long!! (yes you heard me!! 5.9k!! that’s the most ive written for anything published on this blog!!) so there will be a cut bc i know it’s annoying to scroll past long posts haha. 2. i know i didn’t mention it in this chapter but i just wanted to say that if you did want to listen to music while reading this, during y/n and jisung’s scene you should definitely listen to euphoria by bts and that jeno and donghyuck’s song is i.l.y. by the rose. i hope u guys enjoy!

An hour or so later you're running out your front door to meet Jisung, who already regrets saying he'll wait.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" You apologize. "I didn't mean to take that long you must've been bored out of your mind!"

"It's okay." Jisung reassures. "We won't be there that long, we might be a little late to hoco if that's okay with you."

"That's fine!! Just let me text Donghyuck that I'm with you then."

"Okay."

The ride to where Jisung is taking you is quiet, nothing but his various hums to the music he plays as as he drives. It's nice, it reminds you of the first time he gave you a ride home. Quiet, but comfortable.

Instead of looking at your phone you look out the window, then take a second to look at Jisung before looking back out the window again.

You so weren't slick about it either because he notices how you quick you look away and how eager you are to sneak another glance.

"What?" He asks. "Why'd you look at me like that?"

"It's nothing.." You mumble, trying best to hide the smile that's slowly creeping up on your face.

"C'mon." He insists. "Tell me!!" He tries to make it sound like he doesn't care about the topic that much, but his vocal chords work against him as it comes out as a whine.

"Nothing.. It's just.. You look like that, and I look like this.."

"What, you mean beautiful like always?"

Jisung makes note of how quickly your cheeks turn pink at the comment he made.

"You can't just say that!" You argue.

"Yes I can, you're my date tonight after all. What kind of person would I be to not compliment their date?"

You open your mouth, about to speak before he cuts you off from your thought. "And don't worry y/n. I'll take that look as a compliment itself." He snickers.

"Hey!" You shout, earning another laugh from him.

"Hey Jisung?" You ask once the giggles die down.

"Hm?"

"Don't tell anyone I've said this but um.." You start, trailing off at the last part. "Donghyuck has uh, told me things.. about you." You notice how he looks at you, how the expression on his face quickly changes from happy and carefree, to concerned and worried. "I know you probably know what I'm talking about.. I uh- I can kinda.. tell.."

"Yeah." He whispers, trying to block out what you just told him.

"But y'know. I think he's got you all wrong."

"You do?" He asks, a bit too eagerly.

"I do." You say. "From the past how many weeks? Of knowing you, we've gotten close. And I don't think you're anything like that, at least, not anymore.. I've seen the difference between how you act in class and when you're with Jeno and Jaemin, than how you are when we're together and I'd like to hope it isn't just an act. I'm not stupid, y'know."

"I never said you were, I never thought you were either."

"I know. You're not too hard to read, y'know."

For once, Jisung is left speechless. This is the first time anyone has really brought this up on him and he has no idea how to respond. Questions begin to flood his thoughts as he begins to wonder what do you know. Do you know the real reason why he asked you out? How long have you known? What if you never want to talk to him again?

"I-" He tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

"It's okay. I don't know everything about you." You scoff, watching as the boy next to you lets out an exhale. "I don't know that much, but I know enough."

"Enough?" He asks.

"Enough to know that if you are going to break my heart, you should do it right now. Because this is the part where I'm about to tell you how much I like you, and I don't want you getting that satisfaction."

Once you're done talking, you give him a smile. It's a small, innocent, bittersweet smile. It's one of the smiles you would give out to other girls who were ever mean to you, it's subtle, but it gets the point across.

"So what'll be? Park Jisung." You ask, awaiting a response.

Jisung has many things to think about right now, the most important one being driving. He still has yet to process everything you just told him, let alone figure out what to say.

"I.. don't know what to tell you, y/n." He sighs. "I don't want to hurt you.. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"You can have all the time in the world, sweetheart."

When Jisung finally decides to talk to you once you've reached your destination. If you're going to be honest, it was the most awkward car ride you've been in.

"Okay." He starts, closing his car door. "I know that was way more than a few minutes but I just wanted to tell you this here."

The spot that he had taken you to was a little hill area, on the other side of town. From the top of it you could see the sun set as it's golden rays covered the place you called home. You weren't going to lie, it was beautiful indeed but you didn't care for it at the moment. What you wanted to know was what he was going to say.

"I was.. gonna tell you this here no matter what happened so uh.. Here goes nothing?" There's hesitation, and you can already tell that whatever he was going to tell you was something big. "I'm not here to break your heart, y/n. I know, that's what you thought and probably what everyone else thought too but.. you're different. I know this."

Your brain wants you to call bullshit on that statement but your heart prevents you from doing so. The logical part of you believes that it's probably all a lie, an act just to get you to fall for him. You know this. You know the stories, you've seen the receipts of what he's done to people before you, and you can only assume the things he'll do just to make you fall for him. But if you knew this, then why does it still work?

"Am I really different?" You ask, looking up at him with shaky eyes.

He chuckles.

"Well, yeah. For starters, you're the first girl to ever call me out on my bullshit like that so.." He jokes. "I know.. you're scared. But you shouldn't be." He whispers. "You really are different. I promise."

"Listen, Jisung." You start. "I really want to believe you. It's just hard, because you haven't really given me a reason on why I should."

"That's okay. I understand." He says softly. "I didn't expect you to."

For a second, your heart breaks. It would've continued if he didn't continue talking right then and there.

"But what if I told you all the reasons why you should?" He asks, giving you a shy smile.

"What are they?"

"Well first of all. You're smart. You're smarter than I'll ever be. You've figured me out in what? The span of three months? You don't give yourself enough credit than you deserve. Second of all, you're really passionate about a lot of things. Like that time we argued in the library over the best Stranger Things season? Even though you were wrong, you kept arguing against me."

"Hey!" You exclaim, while Jisung gives you a smile in response.

"Third of all, you're really cute. Don't think I don't notice how your nose scrunches whenever I make a comment you don't like, or how easily you get excited over the simplest things. Remember when we walked to the cafe across the street from school? You got excited because the place had good boba, out of all things. Do you know how ridiculous you sounded?"

"Well- yeah! That's because it was a cafe! And not a boba shop!" You defend.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Also, did you know that whenever you get embarrassed over something not only your cheeks turn pink, but your nose does too."

"You can stop now.. y'know.." You mumble.

"These are just a few things that I like about you, y/n. Do I need to tell you all of them for you to believe me?" He asks, looking at you innocently, as if he didn't just give you the biggest ego boost of all time.

"I believe you." You giggle as he pulls you in for a tight hug.

"Thanks, love." He whispers, placing a light kiss on the top of your head. "Now it's your turn. What were you going to tell me in the car?"

The next hour or so is spent with you two talking about each other, both of you giving out compliments as if there were no tomorrow. If it weren't for the sun being completely gone then you two probably wouldn't have noticed how long you've been alone together.

"Oh my god." Jisung exclaims. "What time is it?"

"Uhm.. Seven fifteen?" You respond, quite confused on why he was suddenly freaking out.

"We have to go, now. They're going to close the doors in like ten minutes."

"Oh. Okay!" You smile, eagerly skipping back to Jisung's car with his hand intertwined with yours. "We better get going then, huh?"

"Y/n said that she might be late because she's with Jisung already." Donghyuck tells Renjun and Chenle once pull up in front of his house.

Renjun had driven both of them together due to them only being a block away from each other. Donghyuck on the other hand was going to drive you, but when you texted him that you were already with Jisung he decided to ask Renjun for a ride. "Sorry for the inconvenience.. by the way." He mumbles, buckling his seat belt.

"It's alright. Where do you think they went?" Renjun asks.

"Hell if I know. This is the most I've seen Jisung do for anyone." Donghyuck retorts, clearly bitter about being ditched by his best friend.

"Should we be worried?" Chenle asks.

"I don't think so." Donghyuck responds. "Y/n is her own person and she can handle herself, plus what the fuck is Jisung even gonna do? They probably went to take pictures or something."

Chenle shrugs. "I guess so. How are you doing then?"

"What do you mean?"

Chenle shrugs again. "You know what I mean. During the time you two fought you barely said anything to each other, it was just her hanging out with Jisung. Then, even after you made up she ditched us to hang out with him and even now they're probably on a date before the dance or something. How are you dealing with it?"

Once Chenle is done talking, Renjun shoots him a glare before hitting him lightly on the back of his head.

"Ouchie.. That hurt!" Chenle whines. "Aren't you supposed to be driving Junnie.~~" He teases.

"Yeah but I'm also trying to make sure no one fucking cries tonight." He hisses. "Why would you even ask that?"

"I dunno. Was curious I guess?"

"Haven't you heard the phrase curiosity killed the cat?"

"It's been alright." Donghyuck says to prevent Renjun from harming Chenle any more. "I haven't really thought about it I guess? I mean.. I was the one who assigned her to Jisung after all so.."

"Do you think she y'know? Likes him?" He asks.

"Chenle!"

"Whaaaat?? I'm just asking."

"Zhong Chenle you will drop this topic before I stop this car and make you walk to homecoming alone."

"You wouldn't do that. You love me too much."

"Don't try me." Renjun threatens, turning on his blinker.

"Okay okay.. god.."

"Are you two done arguing now?" Donghyuck asks, rolling his eyes. "And no, Chenle. I don't think she does. If she did she would've told me by now."

"Alright Hyuck.. Whatever you say."

Sooner than later the three arrive at school where Renjun drops off Chenle and Donghyuck to hop in the line already forming before leaving to park his car.

"Ask any more questions Lele, and you're walking home." Renjun threatens before Chenle slams the car door on him.

"I mean it this time!" Renjun yells as he watches the two boys walk away from him.

"So." Chenle starts as Renjun drives off. "What's your answer?"

Donghyuck gives him a confused look. "Answer?"

"To y'know.. the question."

"I already told you."

"No silly, I meant your real answer."

Donghyuck is silent for a second before he decides to answer.

"How did you know?" He asks, and Chenle giggles.

"You just told me." He laughs. "I didn't think you'd walk into that one, Hyuck."

"Oh shut up." Donghyuck teases. "It's not like it would matter or anything."

"I supposed you're right." Chenle hums. "But if it did.. Then what?"

"Then I'd tell her to get out of there." Donghyuck whispers to himself.

"Hm?"

"Oh- uh, nothing. I dunno." Donghyuck responds. He knows he has no chance in fooling Chenle but even after that response you'd know not to bother him about the topic anymore.

Once Renjun is done parking he meets up with the two boys and they discuss about how their night will go. While the line slowly moves Renjun argues with Chenle that they should take photos first. Chenle argues back saying that he wants snacks and that all the good ones will be gone if they wait too long. While this goes on Donghyuck has been sending you frequent texts.

[hyuck: hey! we're in line now! see you in a bit?]

[hyuck: are you on your way soon?]

[hyuck: pls hurry.. renle fighting.. dk what to do..]

Needless to say, you haven't responded to any one of them, leaving Donghyuck wonder what you were even doing.

After successfully waiting in line and making it through their schools quick security check, Chenle, Renjun, and Donghyuck had finally made it inside the gymnasium where the dance was being held.

Once inside they move to an quieter place, where they could talk without having to yell over the already loud music that's being played.

"What about you Hyuck?" Renjun asks. "What do you want to do first?"

"Hmm? What? Sorry." Donghyuck responds, checking his phone once more before pocketing it. "What's happening?"

Renjun frowns. "You weren't listening, huh?"

"No, sorry." He apologizes. "Y/n hasn't texted me back yet and I don't want to do anything until she gets here y'know?"

"Don't worry Hyuck, it's possible they're still outside or something. They just opened the doors y'know."

"Yeah I know.. I'm just.. yeah."

Ten minutes later, you still haven't responded and the music is loud, but it's not loud enough to drown out Donghyuck's heartbeat as he frantically awaits your arrival. As each second passes by he begins to regret letting you go with Jisung, because you're never late, but the second that he lets Jisung control how your night starts you're ten minutes late and they're be closing the doors to the dance soon.

Renjun begins to notice that you aren't here either and decides walk over to Donghyuck to ask if he knew where you were.

"Hyuck, is Y/n here yet?" He asks, tapping his shoulder lightly.

Donghyuck gives no verbal response, instead he shakes his head while he fiddles with his phone checking back if you happened to text him. "I don't know where she is Junnie.."

"Hey, it's okay." He reassures. "It's not like she's in danger or anything, I know you don't trust Jisung that much but I doubt he'd do anything to hurt her. She'll be here soon, okay? I promise."

"Junnie~~" Chenle whines, popping up from behind them. "I'm boredddd. Can't we just do something already?"

"Lele, not now." Renjun shoos. "We're talking here."

"It's okay." Donghyuck says. "You guys can go do something, it's fine. I don't want to keep you from having fun tonight."

"Are you sure?" Renjun asks, he knows not to believe Donghyuck but he's getting quite annoyed at the fact that Chenle keeps pulling at his arm.

"Yeah. It's fine, if anything happens I'll text one of you."

"You heard him!! Let's go!!" Chenle exclaims before grabbing Renjun by the arm to drag him to god knows where.

"Chenle!" Renjun yelps. "I-I'll text you Hyuck! We won't be gone for long. I swear!" He yells back at him.

And then the two were gone. Leaving Donghyuck alone, by himself.

One of the worst feelings in the world is feeling alone, in a place full of people.

He doesn't know why he let them go off without him, maybe it's because he wanted to be alone, or maybe it's because he didn't know any better. But standing alone on the sides of a school dance, with no one to talk to really shows how lonely you are. He knows none of you meant to do it to him on purpose, it's just him overthinking things after all. But if he was okay with them leaving, then why did it hurt?

Deciding it was awkward enough to just stand there and people watch, Donghyuck decides to go back on his phone. He checks your text messages only to see no response. "Great." He thinks to himself. "You said you would be here, but you're not. I guess you did spend a lot of time with them after all."

Donghyuck feels himself about to cry when someone taps his shoulder. He closes his eyes trying to fight back the few tears that threaten to spill before having to talk to whoever was with him. He didn't want to answer any questions on why he was crying, only knowing that if someone asked him if he was okay he wouldn't be able to control them.

When Donghyuck looks up from his phone, the last person he expected to see is standing in front of him.

"Hi." Jeno greets. It's short, and airy. But it's just enough to get his heart racing. Is it from fear? Worry? Or is it from the fact that his ex, just so happened to catch him at the wrong place and wrong time.

"Hi." Donghyuck responds. It doesn't mean much because he didn't put any emotion into it, instead he decides to focus his attention elsewhere. He looks past Jeno towards the entrance of the gymnasium in hopes of seeing you walk in, spoiler alert, you didn't. "Chenle and Renjun picked the worst time to leave.." He thinks to himself. "I can't blame them though, after all I did tell them it was okay."

"You um- You look beautiful." Jeno compliments, giving Donghyuck a half-hearted smile. "So I've been told.." Donghyuck murmurs before attempting to push past the boy standing in front of him. "Listen. I don't have any time for this right now. Y/n said she would be here and she's not so-"

"Hyuck- Donghyuck, wait." Jeno starts, grabbing Donghyuck's wrist to prevent him from going any further.

"What the fuck? Let go of me!" He yells. It's loud enough to get the attention of a few people around him, but the music the DJ is playing is way to loud for them to have heard what he said.

"Hyuckie, I- Will you please let me explain?" Jeno practically begs, this is the first time that he and Donghyuck have interacted in person since the break up and he can already tell that he's blowing it.

"Don't- Don't call me that." Donghyuck states, hesitant to answer. "You've already explained yourself enough."

"Hyuckie.. Please. We haven't talked in months, you haven't let me say anything."

Of course, Jeno had to find Donghyuck in one of these moments, where one of their songs was being played by the DJ. It was one of the songs that Jeno had showed him, meaning it left such a big impact on his heart. He doesn't know what to do, does he accept Jeno's offer and let him explain? Or does he continue the rest of his high school career pretending that Jeno doesn't exist, leaving many questions unanswered.

Panic starts to fill Donghyuck as he looks around to see if anyone had noticed him and Jeno together. It would cause a bunch of talk, considering that fact that they were both pretty popular and that teenagers loved to start rumors.

He notices Jaemin as he spots Jeno from across the room, by the way Jaemin is walking towards them he can tell that he was looking for Jeno himself, clearly unhappy and very confused where he found him. He glances back at the entrance for a split second before looking towards the direction that his two friends had gone off in, only to see them walking back towards him, just as confused as Jaemin is. He can see the concern rise in Renjun once he sees who Donghyuck is with, as he grabs Chenle's arm to drag him across the makeshift dance floor that their school has created, where Chenle had decided to stop to talk to a few friends.

He looks back towards the entrance and to his luck he sees you and Jisung walk in. Thankful, he lets out a sigh of relief because he sees that you're here and that you're safe. He notices the smile that you have on your face and though he was a bit far away he can tell it's a genuine smile, like one of the one's you would show him when it was just you two hanging out. "I guess I worried for nothing." He thinks to himself, as he watches you two skip in, hands intertwined.

And amongst all this commotion happening at once, his ex, out of all people had to come up to him and ask him a question he knew he wouldn't be able to answer. So what does he do? He panics, of course.

"Oh my fucking god.." Donghyuck mumbles to no one in particular. Jeno seems to hear it but he doesn't process it because he's too busy being dragged by Donghyuck who was attempting to blend in with the big group of people who happened to pass by.

When Renjun, Chenle, and Jaemin end up where Donghyuck and Jeno were previously standing they're left more confused on where the two went. Though it's loud, Donghyuck manages to pick out Renjun's voice yell "What the fuck?" over a crowd of teenagers.

Donghyuck smiles to himself, knowing that he successfully got away. He didn't think it'd work, he'd only seen it in movies before and you know what people say, it's just movie magic after all.

"Where are we going?" Jeno asks innocently.

"Outside." Donghyuck responds, leading their way towards the "exit" sign on the other side of the gymnasium.

"Why?" Jeno asks once more, and Donghyuck turns around just to shoot him a glare.

"So no one. fucking. sees us." He grits through his teeth.

Needless to say, Jeno doesn't ask any more questions after that.

"Where is everyone?" You ask Jisung through the fit of giggles you let out.

"I dunno. Jeno isn't answering his phone so I'll call Jaemin, yeah?" He responds, just as giddy as you are.

"Oh, I was talking about Renjun, Chenle, and Hyuck."

"You can hang with us for a bit!" Jisung insists.

"I know but I haven't seen them all day." You pout. "I'll hang out with you after!! Besides, they're my best friends after all. How would you feel if I took you away from Jeno and Jaemin?"

"My dear you're allowed to do that any day of the week. I like you better than them anyways." He teases.

"Oh shut up. You know what I meant." You snort. "Can we just go find them please?"

"Yeah, hold on- Hi Jaemin!" Jisung says through his phone. "What? Sorry.. I can't really hear you. Is that Renjun? Why is he yelling at you?"

Your ears perk up hearing the name of your friend leave Jisung's mouth. "Renjun?" You ask, looking at him curious. "Are they okay?"

Jisung nods at you while trying to hear what Jaemin has to say, it's hard considering the fact that there's not only loud music coming from his phone speakers but the voice of an angry boy as well, and to add onto that, the same music being played just a couple feet away from you.

Pouting, you look at him. Jisung can tell you're worried about your friends by the way that your pupils shake as he pulls you into another tight hug, hoping to ease a bit of the worry.

From then you can kind of make out the conversation on the phone, it's something about Jeno and Donghyuck being together then suddenly disappearing out of thin air, like a magic trick.

"Where are you?" Jisung asks.

"We're in one of the back corners." Jaemin yells through his phone. "The uhh.. One on the right, your left."

"Okay. We're on our way." Jisung says before hanging up.

"I guess our night of fun had to end somewhere." He tells you before you two head further into the gymnasium to meet up with your friends.

Once you meet up with the three boys you're greeted with a hug from Chenle while you watch as Renjun and Jaemin argue.

"So they were right here?" You ask tapping Renjun's shoulder.

"Yeah. And then all of a sudden they disappeared." He says, quite frantically.

"Y'know worrying isn't going to do anything." Jaemin taunts.

"Yeah! And you making snarky comments doesn't help either!" Renjun shoots back.

"Can you two stop bickering a second?" Chenle snaps, surprising all of you. "We have no idea where the fuck they went and for the past five minutes all you two have done is argue? Why haven't we checked anywhere yet?"

"Because, Lele. They could be anywhere. We're in a room full of teenagers." Renjun states.

"For once, I agree with this one." Jaemin adds on, earning a glare from Renjun and a facepalm from Jisung.

"Okay? And? Have you ever thought about the fact that they could y'know, be outside?" Chenle asks.

"Why would they be outside?" You ask.

"Because it's loud in here, and it looked like they wanted to talk."

"So.." Jeno says, swinging his legs back and forth. He was currently seated on top of one of the picnic tables your school had, while Donghyuck was standing across from him, leaning against the corner of a wall.

"You said you would explain, so explain." Donghyuck states.

Jeno takes a deep breath as he stops swinging his legs, he looks at the ground before looking up towards Donghyuck who was already looking at him, clearly annoyed at the fact that Jeno was stalling.

"It was a dare." He starts, before Donghyuck cuts him off.

"Yes I know. We all know." He spits.

"But theres more." Jeno says once again. "As you know, Jisung dared me to ask you out and me, being the asshole I was back then, I agreed and decided to do so.." He pauses for a second. Trying to think of what to say next.

"Listen are you gonna keep stopping or are you going to tell the story?" Donghyuck comments, it's only been two minutes and he's already fed up with Jeno's bullshit.

"I am. I'm just trying to think about the right words to say."

"Why? So that I can fall back in love with you?"

"No, Hyuckie-"

"I said, don't call me that."

"Why?"

"Because Jeno!" Donghyuck yells, voice cracking as he tries to control the same tears from earlier from falling. "I am still in love with you! Each time I hear you say that stupid nickname my heart does leaps and I can't fucking stop it!"

His voice is loud enough for you to figure out where he is, and while the other students outside look around trying to find out what's going on, both you and Renjun take off running towards the sound of Donghyuck's voice.

Arriving in time to hear Donghyuck finish the last words of his sentence he can't tell if he's hurt or if he's relieved to see you. A sense of relief washes over him once he spots you, Renjun, and Chenle running in his direction. But then he sees Jisung and Jaemin, not that far behind you three, and he feels hurt, betrayed to say the most.

"So this is why you asked me, huh?" He scoffs, looking at Jeno with glossy eyes. "So you and your friends can get a little more enjoyment of my misery."

"Hyuckie- I-" Jeno starts.

"Save it. I don't ever want to hear from you again, Jeno. I can't believe I even believed you would tell me the truth."

Nothing more is said as Donghyuck walks away from all of you, and Jaemin and Jisung run towards Jeno. It's quiet, despite there being the sounds of the muffled music that's only being played from a hallway away, it feels like a horror movie with the unsettling silence between all of you.

Renjun is the first one to talk. His voice not only startles you, but grabs the attention of Jeno, Jisung, and Jaemin who happened to be a few feet in front of you.

"What the fuck happened?" He asks, looking at Jeno in the eye.

"I wanted to tell him that I'm sorry.. and that I missed things the way they were.." Jeno says, voice barely above a whisper.

Both you and Chenle can tell that Renjun is about to start yelling and if someone doesn't stop him now then fists will be thrown. Renjun is about to start talking again when Chenle interupts him.

"Junnie." He says softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's not worth it. Let's just go find Hyuck, okay?" He eases.

Renjun takes a second to sigh and relaxes before deciding to head off with Chenle, he know's it'll only make things worse but he really wants to tell the three boys off and possibly throw a punch or two. "It's okay.." Chenle coos at him.

"Y/n, are you coming?" He asks, looking back at you.

"Uhh.. Yeah. Just give me a second. I'll meet up with you in a bit, okay? Just text me where you are." You say quickly before glancing over at Jeno and his crew.

Chenle looks at you, confused on why you were looking at Jeno. It only takes him a second to realize what you were doing before he walks off with a hesitant nod. "Um.. Okay.. Just uh, don't be long. I know Hyuck wanted to see you."

"Thanks Lele. You're the best." You say, before talking off towards Jeno.

"Lee Jeno." You state, standing where Donghyuck previously was. You earn a few glances from Jisung and Jaemin, ask if they were asking each other why you were here and how long you've been there. It's not because they were doing anything bad or wrong, it's because of the fact that they were caught being nice and genuine to one of their friends, something that barely anyone has seen before.

"Y/n." Jeno sniffs, trying his best to wipe away the tears that had managed to leak out. "What are- What are you doing here?"

"Save it." You say, walking towards him. You push Jaemin away as you take a seat on top of the table next to him. It earns you a glare from Jaemin, but you shrug it off and ignore him once he start's complaining that you stole his spot.

"Just- Just tell me everything." You sigh, awaiting a response from the boy next to you.

Jaemin shoots you another look before Jisung walks away with him, knowing this should be a private conversation. They don't go far though, just out of earshot.

"This is my fault." He starts. "If I just continued letting him hate me, then I wouldn't have hurt him like that.."

"It's not your fault, you just wanted to explain things. Do you want to tell me what you were going to tell him? Or is that too personal?" You ask.

Jeno is hesitant to answer. His first initial thought is no, but as the seconds go by his answer changes to yes.

"Start from the top. What happened?" You ask.

You're gentle, and being patient with him. It's something that he's thankful for. It's also something that reminds him of Donghyuck, because whenever the two of them had disagreements Donghyuck would always wait for Jeno to explain, this was the first time he hadn't.

"Okay well.." Jeno sniffs. "If you didn't already know.. Donghyuck and I used to date. Our relationship started off from a dare but as our months together passed by I began to enjoy his company a little bit more. I don't know what it was, and if you asked me I wouldn't be able to tell you but there was just something about him that I ended up liking. Maybe it's the way that his hair flopped on his face each time he ran up to me, or maybe it's because of how tightly he hugged me and how gentle his kisses were, but it was something." He pauses for a second, reliving through a few memories. "I ended up catching feelings.. and as soon as I figured out that I did, he found out how we got together."

"Oh." You sigh, not looking at him.

"I was going to tell him that I meant everything I told him.. All the 'I love you's' and the 'You look beautiful's' but he just wouldn't let me talk.. And then you guys came and that just- that only made things worse.. and now- god.. now he's gone. He said he never wants to see me again."

"I'm sorry, Jeno. It's my fault." You say softly, taking all the blame. "I'm the one who brought everyone here, if it weren't for me then you probably would be talking to him right now."

"It's okay." He reassures. "It's not your fault.. You just wanted to help your friend. I'm sure it would've gone poorly even if you weren't here."

"I doubt that's true."

"Are you kidding me y/n? He hates me! And he the worst part of it is that he has every right to do so.."

"I didn't know people who hated each other confess to each other about still liking one another." You joke, hoping to earn a laugh from Jeno. "Besides, it's not like you won't see each other again. You still have time to make things better, plus you have me on your side."

"My side?" Jeno asks.

"Well yeah. You still like him don't you?"

Jeno sighs, he's lucky you aren't paying that much attention to him because if you did you would've noticed the way he looked at Jisung and how it hurt him more to let you keep going on like this. Nonetheless he lets it happen and he wonders if he really does deserve your help.

"You're too good, y/n."

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXIV)

It was a love story, from the very beginning.

Heartbroken

(6x20/6x21/6x22)

Hello my dears! How are you? This is another Chronicle and the last one for season 6!!

This is gonna be a hard meta... *Sobbing* we're here together so...

Thanks to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta and discussed a while crying profusely, with me.

Ok, let's start with this!

When Cas broke Dean's heart

Still in episode 6x20...

When Cas saves the guys from demons, Dean is happy to see him, and everyone in the room felt sorry for doubt about him, but...

Remember all that blind trust Dean had in Castiel, even with the proof on the table? Well... Cas said something that broke Dean's heart and trust. He mentioned the whole Superman going to the dark side thing. A talk Bobby, Dean and Sam had gotten alone, well, they thought they were alone.

And Dean's face is... Gah... He realizes Cas is spying on them, and lying, and cheating... And... His heart breaks and is all over his face.

Even his smile is sad, very sad... Mixed with anger.

And then we are dragged again to Cas's memories...

You know when you watch your crush with longing eyes... Yes... Cas contemplating Dean, is a very romantic scene, he didn't want to perturbed him, and in his own words...

CASTIEL So I went to an old friend for help. But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.

Is curious how an ancient creature as Cas thinks his friendship with Dean is old. Dean is an old friend of Castiel.

And also... He saw Dean was having a good life, well, that's what he thought, and because he loves him, he didn't want to break that life. He, as Bobby and Sam, thought Dean wanted that life, they assumed Dean was happy having that life. And they were wrong.

In this point, Crowley appears... He's the temptation here, and Cas fell for it. The devil tempting a desperate angel that needs more power to stop the new Apocalypse and save the world and his friends. His old friend, mostly, Dean Winchester.

So, he did it for him? Sure. He'll say that later...

Falling in Temptation

Is very interesting to analyze the sequence of how Crowley tempts Castiel... Is the same mechanism the devil uses with his victims...

First of all... The adulation...

CASTIEL: I'm not strong enough, and you know it.

CROWLEY: Ah, not on your own, you're not. But you're not on your own, are you? There's a lot of angels swooning over you. "God's favorite." Buddy boy, you've got what they call sex appeal.

CASTIEL: Thank you. Get to the point.

Watch here how Crowley praises him, you're the God's fav, angels follow you, you have sex appeal... I mean... Is obvious he's trying to seduce Castiel to make him accept a deal with Hell... Is the same method the devil uses for tempting humanity.

The second part of this is the offer... Generally, the offer is POWER, so here... Is the same.

CASTIEL: This is ridiculous. I mean, the amount of power that it would take to mount a war...

CROWLEY: More than either of us have ever seen, yeah. But what if I said I knew how to go nuclear?

CASTIEL What do you mean?

CROWLEY: Purgatory, my fine feathered friend. Purgatory. Just think about it. An untapped oil well of every fanged, clawed soul. I mean, what's that over the years? 30 million? 40 million? Just sitting there, plump and rich for the taking.

Here is when Crowley put the coin, he does adulated Cas and now he offered him a way to win the war... Becoming nuclear, the immense power of souls... So Cas takes it.

But there's something interesting too when Crowley designed the plan, he infered he needed Sam and Dean to get the monsters, and Cas was determinant here ...

CASTIEL No. Not Dean. He's retired, and he's to stay that way.

He's protecting Dean's apple pie life, he thought this was a way to protect him. He wouldn't let Crowley to hurt Dean or to get him into that war.

The Betrayal

Well, we need enter now in the worst par of all... Let me cry under that tree for a moment... I'll be right back...

Ok... Let's start this...

Dean prays to Castiel and he appears, they lock Cas in an angel trap, and Bobby and Sam began to confront him.

And because he's desperately looking to one side and another but avoiding Dean's gaze... This is what happens... (Damn...)

You know how sacred are our Destiel's stares... They talk with their eyes. Is the way they share their emotions... So Dean needed that, Castiel look at me in the eye!

It hurts a lot, because Dean's facial expression when Cas averted his eyes to the ground, because it was truth. Dean is heartbroken.

Dean named the things Bobby and Sam had been trying to make him see. And he can't believe it. He can't believe HIS CAS, the one he was defending with his whole body and soul against the suspicious, had betrayed him... And everything was truth.

I need some ice cream and cry a lot...

After this the confrontation goes on, and Sam is thinking Cas saved him from Hell without soul on purpose? That's the extreme of Castiel becoming evil, but Sam is thinking that because he never trusted blindly in Castiel, because he was Dean's best friend, not his... (But this will change in the next season. Their relationship will have an important turn.)

The next time Dean talks is here...

CASTIEL Listen. Raphael will kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard. I had no choice.

DEAN: No, you had a choice. You just made the wrong one.

(This is the next thing Dean said to Cas, he had a choice, ask him for help, he's showing him the path he should choose. He's teaching him, as always.)

CASTIEL: You don't understand. It's complicated.

DEAN: No, actually, it's not, and you know that. Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around, we deal with it... Like we always have. What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the Devil!

Here, Dean gets mad because he more listen Castiel's excuses, he more understands Castiel's is covering his lies with more lies.

CASTIEL: It sounds so simple when you say it like that. 

This is so, so romantic people, the longing stares, the sadness in their eyes. Is like loosing a precious thing you found, a precious, beautiful and warm thing, that vanishes. It was Dean's hopes and faith. Cas was his savior, his best friend, his angel.

Give me just a minute, I need to roll on the floor and cry a little more ...

And then... The danger is near again, and Cas is trapped but he's worried about them, and he asks them to leave, to run... And that last looks between them... People who says this isn't a romantic scene... Fight me, because that's Dean saying... "Why you did this to me?, I love you," and Cas is saying "I love you too, but I had to do it. The mission comes first."

They talk with their eyes people...

Destiel breakup

Ok... Idk if Bobby draw the no angel sigil wrong, I like to think it was Dean. Because is weird Bobby not doing things like that well... And Dean wanted to talk with CAS again... It's obvious because he will try twice to convince him.

CASTIEL: I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you.

Well we have the confirmation here, is for him, for Dean, to protect him.

DEAN Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me.

CASTIEL You're the one who taught me that freedom and free will --

DEAN You're a freakin' child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want!

Dean knows Cas tries to do things right, he was his free will teacher, that's why now, he'll try to convince Cas.

Now... First try...

DEAN I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it.

CASTIEL I don't understand.

Dean is asking desperately, because he sees Castiel has his mission in first place, and it doesn't let him see things as Dean want him to see it. So he says I SAY YOU DON'T, SO YOU DON'T, THAT'S IT. Like a father to a child.

Second intent...

DEAN Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something...You got to trust me, man.

Again, he uses the same technic, but Cas just gets it as an attempt of defiance... Bc he's at war.

CASTIEL Or what?

Here's a different way to impose his power over Dean with that time Soulless!Sam tried to defy him. He went straight to confront him physically, invading his personal space, showing him not fear, "Would you, boy? How?"

This time... Is Dean... So... The way he says these words, with sorrow in his face. That's the difference between you and me, Dean... I'm an angel, you're just a man. We're from two different worlds... I'm stronger than you. So don't say you would stop me as if I was a monster.

DEAN I don't know. I've taken some pretty big fish.

CASTIEL I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN Well, I'm sorry, too, then.

Mission comes first. Cas is a soldier.

This was their break up.

Loosing people, loosing you

If you were sobbing with 6x20, now 6x21 is... A sea of tear... "Let it Bleed".

At the beginning of the episode they're talking about Cas, Dean's face is a mix of sadness and longing, he's asking a question he maybe already knew, why did Cas come last night? If he didn't want to fix things?

Dean wanted to fix things with CAS, so when he saw him he tried fiercely to convince him, but he couldn't, then Bobby reveals Cas stole some book.

More dagas in Dean's heart. So he didn't come to see me, but to steel some book?

Crowley kidnapped Lisa and Ben, and Dean got crazy... Sam wanted to help him but he didn't know how... Balthazar didn't want to help, so he proposed something...

SAM: Look, Dean. Let's just call Cas. Maybe he doesn't know anything about this.

DEAN: We are not calling Cas.

SAM: Yeah, but Dean.

DEAN: We're not calling Cas!

Definitely not calling Cas, Dean is tremendously mad at him.

He will try to get some info from demons, and one will attack him... Cas will save him, and again... The struggling with the feelings...

This time is Cas trying to convince Dean he had not choice and he has to do it.

And the following lines...

Gah!!! That had to hurt... Damn, Cas you don't have to say Dean things he already knew... You was his ally, his best friend. He trusted you with his life. But Castiel's face is like someone who's pleading... Please Dean understand, forgive me, I love you. I'm doing this for you.

Can I die now?

And Dean's face is... Ugh! Suffering, suffering... I love you man, but you just screwed things up, badly, I can't forgive you.

And then...

CASTIEL: I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask.

DEAN: You're asking me to stand down?

CASTIEL: Dean.

DEAN: That's the same damn ransom note that Crowley handed me. You know that, right? Well no thanks. I'll find 'em myself. In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass.

Now he's mad, very mad... He walks away and gives Castiel his back, clenching his fist with anger.

He's trying to control himself, he can't believe CAS is talking like Crowley, is the worst, where's his Castiel???

The face he made after Cas is gone is priceless, is a mix between pain, anger and sadness... Gah.

Ok, hospital... Lisa is in bad shape... And Castiel appears...

DEAN: What do you want?

He's so, so mad at Cas.

CASTIEL: Dean, listen.

DEAN: What do you want me to say? She'll be dead by midnight.

CASTIEL: I'm sorry.

DEAN: I don't care. It's too little, too late.

CASTIEL: Okay. Well, regardless, I didn't come for you.

DEAN: Meaning?

CASTIEL: (he walks up to Lisa and places his hand on her forehead, healing her) She's fine now. She'll wake soon. Dean, I said I'm sorry and I meant it.

Ok... This was sad and it'll be the last time they will talk about it before Cas become Godstiel.

Dean is heartbroken, he lost Lisa, Ben and now Cas... Because he can't elaborate in his head Cas isn't his friend anymore. So heartbroken, his face is priceless here. His eyes with unshed tears. Because of CAS. He will ask him to erase Ben and Lisa memories, but Castiel's Betrayal, as he will say in 7x17, he couldn't swallow it... So yes, this face is mostly for Castiel. Bc he lost him.

Godstiel, and the last intent to get Cas back

In episode 6x22, the last of the season, Cas did two things, in my opinion, were out of character.

1) He broke Sam's mental war (when in Season 5 he will kill anyone who tries to hurt him) he never NEVER would do something to hurt Sam.

2) He killed Balthazar, another friend, bc he felt he'd betrayed him.

Ok... This maybe was used by the showrunner to present us the wrong path Cas was following to his mere death.

Don't worry, she'll be asked to fix this by writing Castiel's return to the show in 7x17 (oops).

After doing these two things, he become Godstiel, he wasn't Cas, he was a new entity.

The way he was talking to Dean showed us that. He was like a heartless powerful creature.

Even so, Dean will try to get to him...

We can see in the hunter's face fears and concern about his friend...

DEAN: Listen to me. Listen, I know there's a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I'd have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you... Please. I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam. Don't make me lose you too. You don't need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all.

So desperate, he knew it was a huge danger Cas was like a nuclear bomb, but there's love in his words. He's trying his best to get his angel back. It was in vain, as we know...

To Conclude

Dean and Cas break up showed us the profound love they feel for each other, 6x20 and 6x21 were purely romantic, and you can feel the pain and the longing all over it.

It was clear that loosing Cas wasn't loosing just a friend, it hurted badly to Dean because, as I said in the last volume, Cas was more than family to him.

The performance from the actor was deliberately played as a romantic scene. Jensen and Misha knew what they were doing there. It was two people in love breaking up.

Ok, we finished this season people, sorry for the long post! But next one we will get into season 7, I assume it'll be less volumes.

I hope you like this, see you in the next chronicle.

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Buenos Aires, Augusto 14th 2019 8:07 PM