#i lost the plot i think im writing all this while hiding my phone in between lectures...

[yeonbam]

the cosmic loss joke inflicts on himself by pushing him out of the family he finally found because he believes himself undeserving of it juxtaposed against his desire to Want and Have that always pushed him to stealing breaks my heart. Because desires have always been non-material. He can adjust to a vastly different environment than his richboy mansion. He can find a way to slay at jail (with all the tattoos); he searches for any skin to be in except his own, he is comfortable in any disguise but not his truth.

What he Wants and steals is for Being 'someone else' based on the (self deprecating) perception he has of himself (his family had of him). He wanted to have his father's approval, the gratification of being useful for something by stealing from the corrupt and giving to the poor, he wanted to have jack's freedom from his engagement with rose not because he wanted to possess jack romantically but because he wanted jack to be free from boss and pursue his dreams... he keeps wanting for other people, and only within it is hidden his desire to see himself as a different person than what he believes himself to be. he wants to be a protector, someone loved by his family, someone who is capable of having a family.

[szkunas]

KNOCK KNOCK, GUESS WHO! ౨ৎㅤsuguru geto.

synopsis / premise ♱ㅤwhen things in your life go well for a long time, there will undeniably be a problem knocking on your door. this time, the issue is your ex-boyfriend, wanted by the jujutsu society — who is very angry with you, even after he stole your money. || PART ONE (previous)

featuring ♱ㅤsuguru geto (jjk0 / 2017 version) x FEM reader.

warnings ♱ㅤ NSFW ♡︎ ㅤporn with very little plot ! toxic behavior ! suguru (GENOCIDAL man) ! unprotected sex (wrap it up) + unrealistic portraits of sex ! creampie ! reader and gojo are not in a relationship, but mutually interested in each other ! coercion / dub-con (both consent but just to be safe) ! genocide / death mentions (geto) ! stalking and breaking in ! bondage + choking ! spanking ! edging ! obsessed suguru agenda ! delusional suguru (you will see) ! seduction !

honorary mentions (inspirations, please read) ♱ㅤthis ask, by anon! all credits to them, i was not planning a part two, haha. whoever you are, i hope you enjoy it.

author’s note ♱ㅤso, today i was sitting down and thinking “im going to finish that yuta draft and probably start the sukuna draft for the event, since he’s winning the poll”. guess which of these two things I did? exactly. none. so, here is more suguru geto for you. i apologize in advance — i am not good at writing seduction. this is a bit rushed lol. repost because i can't see my post in tags

THERE IS NOTHING SCARIER than discovering that the person you love most is hiding a dark secret. it could be a lover, a second family, a dark past or a real, rotting present. that’s the feeling you get: everything is rotten. the walls around you and the space are shaped into a molten mist that rots as time passes, as you read the letter that someone slipped under your door.

the highly wanted criminal, suguru geto, was seen in your apartment two weeks ago, as shown in the photos below. we ask for your full and complete cooperation in the investigation, and soon some sorcerers will need to interrogate you. expect their visit at any time and answer the door when the time comes.ㅤ— the higher-ups from jujutsu society.

oh, hell. no. this cannot be happening.

as the procedure says, you burn the letter and get rid of the ashes.

although your situation is absolutely desperate, the secrecy of jujutsu comes before your disastrous love life. you turn to look for your cell phone, and the delay hurts your bones.

it seems like the object disappears when you need it most. when you find the damn phone, you don’t even hesitate. as you type the number that, at this point, your head knows by heart, your hands shake. this cannot be true. they are lying, they are trying to deceive me and defame suguru. but why? why would society need to do this?

of course, mentally, you suppress yourself. and a rational part of your brain — the part that isn’t driven by the love you feel for a man who’s been with you a long time — slowly realizes that this is the truth.

that’s why the disappearances in the middle of the night, the slight disregard for non-sorcerers touching you or him. the preference for privacy and not allowing you to post photos of the two of you together. he doesn’t have social media, he said. it feels very public. what a lie, he was actually a wanted criminal and cult leader.

no one answers the call, and you press the button once again. and again. and again. by the sixth time, you’re not sure if your hands are shaking with fear, disgust, or hate.

your money. your savings, built up after you left the witch life behind. a small guarantee of your future, a future you planned to have with suguru. a future stolen and lost, by the same man who once stole her heart. beautiful black hair and purple eyes really make a girl forget to pay attention to the red flags.

you leave voicemail after voicemail, until the box is full. then, messages. text after text while your fingertips digit furiously. it didn’t take long for you to realize that a response from him would be even worse, so your last messages were simple, direct. do not talk to me anymore. don’t ever appear in front of me again. and don’t you dare involve me in your affairs, you bastard.

pressing the send button through tears was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done in your life. and so, blocking the number seemed like the most sensible solution. it’s not like he would respond, even if you gave the number to the investigators — your exact intention.

so everything went as it should. 39 missed calls, 104 unanswered messages that changed her perspective of him forever, along with a letter that turned to ash, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. your life took a new direction, an unpredictable metamorphosis that made you move to another address after the entire legal process on your part was concluded. you didn’t know, and you had no involvement, as hard as it was to believe. and then the sorcerers left you alone, and this was your second new start to normal life.

lonely and with a betrayed heart, in a new apartment far from your ex. unloading the last box does not bring the relief of releasing a chain, but the pain. the pain of losing something. as if the chain had tied itself to one of your ribs and ripped it away, taking a part of you.

but the tears dry. time passes. the pain diminishes, and the space that takes it in the heart is hatred. you become your priority again, and in time, you rise again only to fall again. one last effort, a call to a certain sorcerer you once knew, satoru gojo. this was his noah’s ark, his last hope before resorting to more desperate methods.

he answered. and since then, a lot has changed.

it’s been almost ten months since suguru stole your money and trampled on your love and dignity. almost ten months in which you had your heart broken, and you slowly put the pieces back together. now, your latest relationship — it’s not really a relationship.

six weeks ago, you and satoru had sex in your apartment for the first time. since then, he has been very helpful in all aspects of your life and visits you regularly. he takes you on dates and even carried you when his feet got sore from walking. it sounds crazy, feeling so comfortable with someone after just six weeks, but that’s what happens.

gojo is more than an arrogant boy who uses humor in every situation he sees, he has a heart, and a very generous one at that. despite his insistence, the credit card that was entrusted to you is rarely used (and you managed to convince him to change the password, too). his intention was to ask for help, not to become a parasite that will take as much from him as he can. not when he’s a much better person than you expected. a kind of clumsy white knight, in a cute and a bit of a loser way at the same time.

so, of course, the dates have become routine now. cinemas, walks in the park, roller skating, going for ice cream. these experiences stand out in your memories, as sweet as scenes from clichéd romance films. kisses in the rain, desperate hands pushing you into the apartment — maybe this time, you might be able to tease him a little, make him lose it and have you right there, in a dark corner? the idea is exciting, dangerous, and so stupid it makes your heart flutter.

he still owes you a new bed, though. you keep fucking on your couch because you two broke your single bed the last time you did it.

checking yourself in the mirror before a date is, naturally, what everyone does. the red dress that adorns her body is a little short, the kind of thing you see on a seductive movie character. but satoru asked for this tiny — as tiny as the dress, in his words — favor and promised anything you wanted later if you wore that and hung on his arm all night. even when he’s being a pervert, he’s just a guy who’s whipped for you.

the idea makes you take a step back. satoru can’t be in love with you. yeah, okay. he does cute things often. he takes you on dates almost every week. he’s always trying to make you laugh and has already learned most of your quirks, likes and dislikes. he remembers you throughout the day, at random intervals, and buys you things so casually that you had to beg him to stop and not max out his card bill — he just laughed and said it was all cheap anyway. heirs…

but he can’t be in love. it’s all new, recent. perfect, but maybe it’s just hidden by the love fog at the beginning of a relationship. it has already blinded you to bad signals once, and you internally wonder if you are using gojo.

of course, part of you has already thought about it. having sex with your ex’s best friend and solve your financial problems. two birds, one stone. but satoru is everything suguru is not — true. intense and real, without a mask of sweet truth that covered a rotten truth.

honestly, you don’t want to think about it too much right now. this is a conversation that should be between you and satoru, not between you and your intrusive, insecure thoughts. he deserves to know the truth and he deserves to know that you’re just as interested as he is — not on the money, but on him.

a text message makes you smile right after spraying a sweet perfume on your neck. the screen lights up with that contact that has now become your favorite.

toru <3; ㅤ already in the dress? photos or else ill die (seriously)

a small laugh escapes your throat, and you immediately prepare to take a photo. stepping back a little and posing in front of the mirror, you could swear you heard something near your apartment door while simultaneously hearing the soft click of your cell phone.

one pose to show the front, and one for the back, with a soft, evil smile. satoru isn’t your boyfriend, but with his attitude, he could very well be. he looks at you as if you were the only woman in the world, and as if he wanted you forever. it’s beautiful. it’s such a beautiful emotion to see in those blue eyes that you can’t wait for the next time you look.

after texting back, asking what time the movie starts, your eyebrows come together in a frown. omnisity takes over the environment quickly, and you swear your heart stops beating.

this energy— it cannot be.

“hi princess. missed me?”

the whisper in your ear is so sudden that you immediately turn your face to look. a hand grabs your chin and forces your head to turn back to the mirror, and you gasp, immediately struggling.

suguru geto, on the flesh, the greatest traitor to have walked the earth since judas. traitor to the jujutsu society, criminal and mass murderer, and of course — your ex-boyfriend. right behind you, and forcing you to stare at the mirror as his free hand snatches your phone away.

you hit him with your elbow, but he barely moves. humming, as if he is amused. as if you are some game. geto’s hips press forward against yours, and he efficiently traps you between the sink and him.

this cannot be happening.

what suguru doesn’t find amusing, though, is your text messages with satoru. long or short, little flirtations or obvious nudes, these messages are simply something that makes him turn his nose up in disgust. how dare him. how dare satoru take the one thing suguru truly loved that way?

“get off me.” you murmur, your eyes widening. like any sorcerer, you know the basics of defending yourself, but panic runs through your veins like poison. your muscles feel like solid stone, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching when his hand stops cupping your cheek to grab you by the throat.

he’s a criminal who definitely must have had his share of fights. you are a sorceress who has not been in the field for almost ten years. in a real fight? he could drown you in that sink and satoru would only find out hours later.

satoru. the thought makes you immediately ramble.

“don’t you dare lay a hand on me. satoru will—” he squeezes your neck softly, a silent message for you to keep your mouth shut. suguru sighs, annoyed he needs to explain it to you, word by word. he really, really likes you, but he’s not in the mood after all these games.

this small action — squeezing your neck gently — makes you remember old times. old times, not good days. because, although they were good, the memory was effectively corrupted when he left you, almost a year ago.

“satoru will not do a thing. he doesn’t know i’m here, and he won’t know.” a break. “yet.”

your eyebrows shoot up, before your face contorts into confusion. what does he mean, yet? if anyone knows he’s here, he will be executed. why would he risk it, just to see you? is he here to kill you?

the thought brings visible panics into your eyes — the wonderful, pretty eyes you have. the window to your soul. your soul and body, which suguru would like to possess again.

again, what a ridiculous term. he never stopped owning it, in the first place.

maybe if you buy time, satoru will come see what’s taking so long. he will help. you’ll be safe.

but the date is only thirty minutes, and for satoru to come in person, you would have to wait another forty. one hour and ten minutes with your genocidal ex-boyfriend. wow. this must be some kind of twisted lottery of fate, where winning makes you unlucky.

you force your voice to remain calm, composed. he does not deserve the satisfaction of your fear.

“why are you here?”

“oh, look at her.” he mocks, as if you’re not even just there, listening. “asking why i’m here as if she has no idea.”

“i don’t.” you grit your teeth. “this is why people ask, imbecile. they want answers— ugh.” he squeezes your neck again, making you grow quiet until he relaxes.

“darling.” suguru smiles softly, but some veins are popping up on his hand. he is absolutely pissed, using that sweet voice to smooth you. “you know why i’m here. don’t play dumb. you— let satoru touch you.”

his tone is still soft, affectionate as the boyfriend you once called yours. but beneath the sweetness, there is an anger, a possession. like an animal whose territory has been pierced.

“did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he leans in, his hot breath making shivers run down your spine violently. “you underestimate me, my love. i’m a bit offended. coming from you, i expected so much more.”

his hand snakes all over your body, and close as he is, you’re sure he can hear your erratic heartbeat. thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.

like the engine of a machine, accelerated to its limits. if your organs are your gears, you believe you are malfunctioning right now. a poorly functioning machine due to information overload.

it’s a lot to handle. his hands are warm as they gently pull your dress up, groaning. “i barely had to move it away. what, you enjoy dressing like a slut for satoru?”

it seems like your voice only works normally, as it should, when you feel your panties being pulled down, gasping. “suguru, no! you can’t!”

“oh, i can’t? why? c’mon, darling, just the tip.” he throws your phone away — the sound the device makes when it breaks against the wall is blood-curdling. he wraps both his arms around your waist, pressing his hips to yours. “pretty please?”

you grit your teeth. why the hell is this attractive? perhaps it’s because you barely heard geto beg before. but, no. you can’t. satoru, your satoru, he’s waiting for you — instead, you have your freak ex humping slowly against you. no way, is he wearing buddhist attire? like a monk or something. but these thoughts don’t matter. his words take you out of your head.

“i saw everything that day, you know. and a little before, and after that. getting all cozy with satoru, because i’m not here? you offend me, sweetheart. i’m a bit hurt.”

“oh, i’m not hearing this.” you curl your hands into fists, slamming them on his arms. “not after you lied about who you are, stole my damn money, and left! fuck you, geto! fuck. you.”

he smirks against your ear, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms behind your back. you groaned, and he quickly decided to hit two birds with one stone.

tugging at the clothing strip that holds his robes together, he rips it off and uses it to tie your hands together as you squirm. he gives it a little tug, confirming it’s not too tight, and throws his clothings to the other side of the room.

“i know i haven’t been here.” he pauses, and you can watch him through the mirror as he forces you a bit down. “and i’m sorry. i wanted to tell you, i did. but i couldn’t. i know what you would think, and— i couldn’t lose you.”

it’s like a sincere admission, but you’re not foolish enough to feel sorry. not for him, definitely. throwing salt at the wound is your strategy right now.

“you lost me anyway. y’know, satoru really has a way with backshots that—” your words are cut off by a gasp, when he rips your panties off you and holds you down by the back of your neck. your back does a pretty arch for him like that, but suguru is not nearly amused enough.

“don’t be a brat. i made mistakes, but you, too. whoring yourself for my best friend? are you kidding me, love?”

“i’m not your love, don’t call me that.” he grabs you by the hair, tugging your head back up to look at his eyes through his reflection.

a pause, and suguru decided against what he was going to originally say, softening his grip on you.

“i missed you. i did. can’t i show it to you? just a little, baby, please?” he presses his hips into yours a bit more gently, and you can feel it.

his rock-hard erection, rubbing softly against your warm pussy. it makes you shiver and hum against your will. a part of you misses it. nothing wrong with satoru — he’s a great learner for an inexperienced guy — but geto knows just how to blow your back and be soft at the same time. an art satoru hasn’t mastered yet.

the idea of doing this to that white haired man who is so good to you — it brings tears to your face. how dare you want to say yes? but also, how could you say no when suguru’s head is rubbing deliciously against your entrance?

you close your eyes in defeat, not able to look at yourself.

“be quick. and don’t ever ask me anything again. you get this— and you disappear from my sight. forever.”

a deal with the devil. sacrifice something and gain something. your body for peace.

he chuckles, throwing his head back with a smirk. “oh, you and i both know that’s not happening, sweetheart. i’ll be here, forever.” he slips his hands down your waist, grabbing it gently and pushing his cock in.

the feeling is— exquisite. geto could try all he wanted, search in all the world, but he never could find someone like you. your body is almost poisonous — intoxicating is the right word. he just bottomed out and he’s already mixing his thoughts. that’s the effect you have on him.

suguru’s hips start moving at a restless pace, not giving you time to breathe or a warning. he can’t waste time with words, not now. not after being pulled away from you, his beloved, for ten torturous months. just when he was planning to come back and convince you to join his cult — or just grab you and lock you up, whatever —, he found you riding his best friend. sinking down satoru’s cock and making him cream all inside you.

the idea makes him huff, thrusting harder.

and you, under him? with your wrists tied up? well, you’re a mess. you’ll have to try bondage with satoru later, it’ll surely make his cock explode. your eyes widen, and you babble something — what’s wrong with your head? why are you thinking about satoru, then, suguru, then satoru again?

oh, lord above, maybe both at the same time? it’s a fantasy that makes you blush more than what you’re doing right now.

suguru guides your head up again, holding your neck gently.

“what are you thinking about, love? you keep—” he grunts. “clenching down on me.”

“nothing,” you stammer out. okay, there is something seriously wrong with you for enjoying this so much. a moan escapes you before you can stop it. “nngh— satoru!”

his eyes widen at the same time as yours. if your hands weren’t tied up, you would have brought one up to your mouth. the squeezing on your neck is firm, enough to not cut air circulation, but present. surely. the whisper of your name echoes through the bathroom.

“what did you just say?”

he looms over you, blushed cheeks and vulnerable expressions changing all the time, staring at your dumb little face in the mirror. suguru has a soft frown on his face, his eyes wide in horror, and his lips are slightly parted. but there’s a dark shadow oozing off him, a rage that cannot be contained.

he’s hurt. he’s mad.

you try to justify it quickly, to do damage control. “suguru! i said— i said suguru!”

but it’s a little too late for that, and lies only make it worse. he pins you down harder, his hips moving back at a ruthless pace this time. harder, faster — no mercy or trace of the sweet man who used to make love with you as if you were made of glass.

now, he fucks you as if he hates you, he hates your guts.

your moans and whines are muffled by the obscene sounds escaping where your hips meet. plap plap plap, mixed with a softly, slightly wet whisper of some sort. suguru lets go of your waist and brings his hand up.

you gasp when it hits the back of your thigh in a loud smack!

he forces you to look up, breathless as he murmurs.

“start counting.” he groans, harshly. and he smacks you again, right on the ass. he’s hitting so hard that you believe his intention is leaving a red mark — a present for satoru to look at later. and you’re right. his friend knows no boundaries and keeps taking what is his. what choice does he has, unless to mark you up?

smack.

you shiver, trying to squirm away and kick before he pins you down again.

“behave, brat. now start counting.”

smack.

“one—” you moan when his heat hits your sweet spot, huffing. smack. “two.”

“good girl.” smack. smack. smack. “how many is that, princess, mm? ohh, that’s the good pussy i missed so much. so— tight.”

“ngh! three! four! f—five?”

“is that a question, or are you answering me, my love?”

he chuckles meanly, thrusting into you again. you both grunt — near the edge already.

“suguru.” you throw your head back, whimpering. “i’m— i’m gonna—”

“ohh, you’re going to cum? that fast, honey? satoru hasn’t been good enough to you, i see.” he thrusts harder, laughing meanly at the way your eyes widen and tear up. “aww, he can’t treat you like you want. he fucks you like a good girl, i bet. but you want to be fucked like a slut.”

he leans down, peppering your neck with kisses and hearing your deep breaths. “it’s okay. i’m close, too. you have this effect on me, my love.” he grunts again, grabbing your hips. “throw that ass back on me, baby, yeah? yeah, juuuust like that.”

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up as he presses his lips to yours in a upside down kiss. it would be romantic if it weren’t so possessive, visceral, crude. carnal. desperate.

when your lips part, he grunts and sighs softly, while you’re moaning loudly. nearly at the same time, your orgasms hit you both with everything.

suguru’s thrusts become messy, sloppy, and his skin feels a bit sticky against yours as he fucks himself using your pussy, pushing in ropes of cum to paint your insides.

you let your head fall forward when it’s your turn, squirming and whimpering softly. his forehead would have hit the sink if he weren’t holding you up. some more seconds, to dry out both of your highs. slowly, gently, he pulls out of you, watching the fat drops oozing out of your used hole.

suguru smirks as he undoes your restraints, kissing the back of your neck tenderly and adjusting your dress.

“don’t forget who has you first, mkay? i left a little gift for you and satoru here.” he sighs, sounding a bit sad. “i’ll have to go again, i’m sorry. but i’ll be back soon. don’t miss me too much. just leave your window unlocked, and i’ll be here again.” he grabs your face to turn it again, brushing his lips against yours. “unlocking them is a chore.”

geto leans back, and you shiver, confused. the sound of clothes being adjusted and thrown back into a body makes you turn your head moments after you heard it, still a bit too slow.

and he is gone. as you fix yourself up on your feet, you shiver as the realization hits you hard as a stone. no, no. satoru. no.

you stumble to the corner of the bathroom, picking up your phone. the screen is broken, but a call icon appears. you accept immediately, nearly sobbing.

“hey, senpai,” the nickname is soft coming from his lips. a small joke, playing with an honorific that he does not use with figures he should use. “you’re— a bit late. did something came up, or?”

“satoru.” you sob, and even through the screen, you can feel him tense up. his voice becomes more serious.

“what happened? are you okay? where are you? i’m on my way.” the scraping of a chair can be heard in the background of the call.

“i’m— my apartment. i have something to tell you. we need to talk, seriously, we—”

you shiver, and for some reason, you can picture your ex perfectly — walking proudly, with his nose up, the wind making his black hair flow behind him and cruel, purple eyes accompanied by a soft smirk.

“i made a mistake.”

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES.ㅤthank you for reading! <3

[thegoldenavenger]

fic writer tag game

thank u acernor <3

How many wips do you have currently?

i lost many in the tragic phone brickening ;w; uhhh right now four active wips including exchanges... and many more back burner fics i may or may not get back around to....

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?

writing is very hard for me akjflsa so all of them [hides]

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

i stay up until 3am typing everything as fast as i can for as long as i can, sometimes in my notes app, bc if i stop i do not know if im getting back to it alksjflkas

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

aklsjfla nope if i write to music i just look up a random playlist but mostly i dont listen to music while writing or i get distracted

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

ough mostly i go right into it... ive tried to do outlines to varying degrees of success....... i havent found an approach to writing that consistently uhhhhh works?? yet?? we'll see i suppose. advantages to pantsing is that im not bored and get into the flow better but if i pause i'll wind up forgetting what i wanted to add and often think of things later that mean fixing the beginning and often i feel like it's very noticeable that i didnt plan anything.... for outlining and planning i end up getting a tighter plot, purrhaps, and hit the story beats i want to but usually i spend so much energy and excitement outlining and moodboarding that i lose traction with writing it.... rip

tagging,,,, @sapphicscience if u want to do this and havent already done it hehe

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

[chunhua-s]

im gonna CRY, this is like the 3rd time im sending this: OKAY-- ushijima <33 and a royalty au maybe? whether he's the loyal knight or loving king, i will take anything <33 ily davi ur so cool and btw ur handwriting is SEXC

i’m putting the note at the end because really? they clog a lot of space 🧍🏽‍♀️

YOURS ➽ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA X READER

genre: angst

au: royalty, time travel

warnings: uh nothing went as i planned for in this oneshot and i’ve hurt myself with it enough to the point of a headache :D

when you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the night sky, though there’s something about it that gives you pause. the stars above you aren’t the same ones from your city — the ones that could only hope to shine against thousands of bright lights. the stars above you are brilliant in their light, loud with a declaration of glory and untold miracles that flow across the darkest purples and blues of midnight in rivers of silver. they’re radiant, telling you stories of worlds far beyond what you could ever dream of, and they draw your breath on frost and smoke as it falls from your lips. and should you have asked yourself — where does venus hide among this canvas of light, where does her red outshine the bursts of silver, the trails of gold that glow brighter than the sun, you’d never find your answer.

“(y/n)?”

it’s hard for you, but you manage to pull your eyes away from the night sky, and when you allow them to return themselves to the earth, your breath escapes you once more.

he’s standing amidst an old garden, his face familiar while being like that of a stranger. under the moonlight, you wonder if he’s an apparition, merely a figment of your imagination that approaches you with slow, almost cautious steps. he calls your name again and his voice carries to you on a chilling wind, it ghosts across your skin and fills up your lungs with the oxygen you’d forgotten to take. olive eyes glisten like deep ponds when he finally stands before you, and as you seek out your voice to respond to him, you find that it’s lost its strength.

“ushi-... ushijima?”

and truly, the face that you see before you is that of wakatoshi ushijima. his hair, the shape of his face, and even his lips that now twist into something of a helpless smile. here is the man who you’ve worked with for so long as the dietitian of japan’s national volleyball team; the man who you watched grow through high school, whose transformation reminded you of a cosmos flower in autumn; the man whose smiles told of secrets shared on late phone calls and a voice as calm as the ocean waves at night.

and yet, there’s nothing here of that man you know.

the wakatoshi ushijima you see carries the same regality that he always does, the same grace and silent power that flows from him just as the maroon cotton flutters around his body like waves. he’s always been the perfect picture of royalty, you consider, but here, with assured steps and a certain hush to the normally domineering force he exudes on the court, he really does appear to you like an emperor.

he chuckles lightly, a deep sound that rumbles in his chest and travels through your entire being as his eyes search your expression. there’s something that glistens on starlight, a certain warmth that you’ve yearned for on your loneliest nights, when his gentle words would pull you into deep slumber. does he see the way your brows furrow, the way your lips part with questions you don’t even know the beginnings to? “i thought i told you to call me wakatoshi, didn’t i?” he whispers, his tone soft and gentle, careful just as the hand that reaches up to cup your cheek. your heart stutters under the brushes of his thumb, and you’re sure that he can feel the heat spreading across your skin. “what are you doing out so late? and barefoot, nonetheless.”

he’s right. your feet sink beneath blades of grass as if they would be embraced by them, drops of dew clinging to your skin and causing a chill to travel up your spine. looking into ushijima’s eyes, you have no answer — neither for his question, nor for this strange situation you’ve found yourself in.

with concern melting into his warm gaze, he studies you for a while longer, the thumb that had been rubbing circles into your cheek coming to a stop as he ever so slightly tilts your head back to meet his gaze. at the same time, he’s leaning his head forward ever so slightly, as if to meet you half way. “(y/n)?”

“i—” your words fall short, disappearing under the night air when you try and speak. your eyes fall from his patient gaze, and all your attention is given to the green grass that, beneath the starlight, gives itself to a colour you can’t find the name for. this, you’ve decided, isn’t your world. it can’t be — the stars don’t shine as brightly as they do here, and neither does the air encompass you as if it yearned to kiss your skin. and in your world, wakatoshi ushijima has never held you so gently, and his eyes don’t sing to you poems of a feeling lost on your wildest fantasies. you force air into your lungs when you meet olive hues and try your best to speak with a wavering voice. “ushijima, what’s going on?? i don’t— where are we?”

you see confusion etch lines around his lips and between his brows as he frowns. “what do you mean? we’re in the palace garden, of course.” he says it so assuredly, confident, yet his words are hushed in a secret shared by the both of you. and the way he looks at you, you feel terrible for not knowing that secret. it feels as if somehow, you’d betrayed something sacred by taking the face and name of someone he might hold dear — maybe in this world, in this time, there’s a you who knows ushijima’s love.

“i’m sorry...” you mutter out, guilt and shame unwarranted yet potent behind your words as your eyes lock with his. “i think there’s been some sort of mistake. i’m—” you force yourself to swallow, to breathe; you find that the task comes difficult and your body betrays you terribly. “i don’t think i’m the person who you think i am.”

ushijima’s gaze falters, the hand that had so lovingly warmed your face falls to your shoulder and his fingers grab on to you tightly. “what do you mean...?” there’s a bit of a broken laugh that bubbles from his lips, and to you, it’s as foreign as the night sky above you, because there has never been a time when you’d ever seen him so vulnerable, open, pained. it’s new, and it scares you. it makes you want to wrap him into your arms and to take back everything you’ve said, to selfishly become the person he sees in you — the you whom he loves and cherishes so dearly. “you’re you, aren’t you? you’re (y/n)... my (y/n).”

you shake your head weakly, tears lining your eyes as feelings you’d long since fought against begin to spill from your aching heart like rain. every i love you that you’ve ever whispered to your starless sky burns your skin and sets an unbearable fire alight inside your chest, and the smoke clouds your brain and makes you forget your reality. my (y/n), he’d said — he’d called you his, his (y/n), with all the certainty and confidence in the world, as if those words should stand as true as the moon should shine at night, and oh, how desperately you wished they were true. you wished with all your heart that you really were his. but to look into his eyes, so hopeful, so loving and so, so beautiful in the starlight, you can’t find it within yourself to lie. not to him, and not to yourself. and so you steel your heart and abandon those feelings, and you lift your hand to pull his away from your shoulder, ignoring the pain that could blind you from its intensity. “i’m sorry...” you whisper, and this time, the hushed words bring no secrets, no sweet affections or longings told when the night showers your bodies in silver. it tears you apart and leaves your wounds to fester. “i’m really sorry, but— but i’m not them...”

“i’m not your (y/n).”

chile im so sorry this took so long!! and uh.... see i originally started this oneshot with a cute idea in mind??? but 🤡 somehow it turned into angst and uh.... but anyways!! i had these two requests and i thought “hey, why not combine them!” and it was the perfect opportunity to push my emperor! ushijima agenda 🤩 well.... that was the original intent? but somehow i got sidetracked.... again.... and didn’t really focus on that 😗 in summary? nothing went as i planned for this oneshot and somehow i ended up with a short angst oneshot that could work for an entire plot. like deadass?? i have the whole thing planned out in my head already and i was tempted to go off on it but it would become too long and i wouldn’t have a resolution for it all... or at least not one that didn’t involve pain. so, basically, reader in emperor! ushi’s world would have been like a palace worker who grew up with toshi, and they’d have fallen in love, but it’s ✨forbidden✨ because toshi would have already had his s/o chosen for him. on the flip side, modern world reader is team japan’s nutritionist and they, similarly grew up with toshi, but they have feelings for him that they don’t ever let show because they’re worried that they would destroy what they have with him already. if i went on with the plot, it would have shown reader going about palace life and their interactions with toshi, along with a handful of challenges that they’d have to face. this idea was highly inspired by one of my favourite k-dramas, scarlet heart ryou (a really good watch i def recommend it) but yeah! that’s the end of my rant! (it’s not. i’m stopping myself because if i don’t i’ll never shut up about it.) but anyways!! i really hope you guys enjoyed this oneshot! it feels good to write something after a while — if any of you guys have any thoughts or anything i’d love to hear them!!

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Man! You guys are creative. Can you -the plot is totally up to you- write an angry and heartless teen Kaito ? I don't like the idea of the death of kai. -please my soul is too weak for this I can't even imagine it- but he can be angry for anything else. Just really angry. Maybe he was with his mom in a mall and random villains attack her and a hero -endeavor bastard- ignored the safety of citizens in order to capture them. Anything would work but not kai's death. 😭😭😭

Aaaa no my baby :( still no image for baby Kaito so boom!

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"Look mom, I guess Kim would like that." The teenager pointed at a little stuffed bear placed on the shell.

"Hum, Kim or Haru my little soldier?" You teased as the boy only scoffed.

Spitting image of his father...

"But I wouldn't be opposed to the idea... but I literally have no idea what to give her, I'm stuck." Complained in complete seriousness the boy as he glared down at ground while you two carried the bags.

Mostly Kaito because the boy just wouldn't accept you lifting too much weight.

"Mind if I give you an idea then?" The dark brow haired teenager looked at you and nodded.

"Sing her a song. Kaito you have a beautiful voice, you and your father. I bet she would love that." You smiled sweetly at your blushing teenager, yet he still caried the same stoic face as he muttered "I see. I will think about it."

Again. The spitting image.

"Well, let's get back home before we get buried by snow on our way." Kaito nodded as he offered to pick another bag from your hands which you swatted away quickly making the boy chuckle.

"Mom, what do you think is better? Cocoa or-?" You couldn't catch what your son asked when you heard the sudden screams and a huge jet of fire coming straight at your son side.

"KAITO GET OUT!" you shouted while grabbing your son forearm and throwing him away from the sudden exchanges of fire and waves of electricity.

Kaito almost fell into his back; holy shit his mother was strong; if he wasn't for his reflexes, he looked up at the scene in horror as he quickly picked his phone texting his dad about the situation.

Kai was with Kim, so he wouldn't risk putting his younger daughter in danger. You definitely wouldn't appreciate that...

Chisaki immediately answered his son and told that Chrono and Mimic were on the way as Kaito tried to pass through the crowd.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF WAY!" He shouted impatiently as he pushed the people aggressively to make a path for him.

"Woah kid!" An officer blocked him "Sorry, but this is for the heroes not from teenagers, if you want an autograph need to wait until the fight is done."

"Why the fuck would I want a autograph? MY MOTHER IS IN THERE!" He shouted angrily at the officer who widened his eyes before picking some device to talk.

"Lieutenant. There's civilians in there correct? There's one of the child of them in here. Tell Endeavour." He looked at Kaito and placed a hand on his shoulder "Don't worry. Endeavour will take her out of there safely. Just be pacient."

Kaito stared at the officer before slowly swatting his hand away from his shoulder in disbelief.

"Didn't you saw that I almost DIED from Endeavour's flames if it wasn't for my mom?! OUT OF WAY!" Kaito kneeled down and placed his bare hand beneath the snow, making the ground tremble a bit before forming plataforms, which lift it him up to jump over the guards heads.

They shouted at him to stop as he runned, but even before he could reach it, the joilts of electricity were simply gone as the number one hero left the alley with the villain being dragged by the collar of the his shirt.

Many clapped their hands and threw thanks and compliments at the hero... While Kaito angrily made his way to the much older man and stared up at him.

"There were civilians on the middle of your childishly fight. One of them is my mother. Where is her?" He demanded as the hero closed his face, seeming like a black cloud had consumed the place.

It started to snow out of no where before the number one hero bowed his head at Kaito and closed his eyes in sorrow.

"I'm sorry....there were no survivors boy ... your mother won't be coming back..."

Kaito widened his eyes as he felt the cold intensity; even with the proximity of the flamed hero. Endeavour patted his shoulder and went to talk with the cops.

Won't be coming back... won't be coming back because of who exactly?

The teenager felt the tears fall without even controlling them ... but another feeling grew stronger than any other in the boy.

Hatred. Pure hatred.

He clenched his jaw as his hands turned into fists while he trembled... his breath quickened as he shot a one side glare at the amount of people boasting the hero... not even caring about the victims of the attack.

Kaito turned sharply and started running towards the hero number one, only letting out a scream of utter anger as he punched him right in the mouth of the hero's stomach. Endeavor was startled by the jora but managed to block almost every attack from the enraged teenager as the boy screamed that possibly the entire city of Tokyo could hear at this point.

One hour the hero got tired and threw Kaito back to the ground, causing the boy to fall but then get up just to his knees.

He could hear the crowd whispers as the officers didn't even bother that they listened to them.

"He is that Chisaki kid."

"The one from the yakusa? Shie Hassaikai right?"

"No wonder he is like this."

His wrath only increased, his family didn't have nothing to do with this, or better yet, it has! His lost mother that died not long ago from this hero...

"Listen, calm down." Endeavour commented as Kaito finally looked up at him with widen (E/C) eyes filled with nothing but disgust and rage.

He putted both lf his hands at the ground making huge plataforms grow to try to smash Endeavour.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" He shouted, not caring about the look of horror of people at front of them as he made another wall to block them as he intensified the force of the concrete against Endeavour's body.

"YOU KILLED MY MOTHER HERO! AND YOU DEMAND TO ME THAT I CALM THE FUCK DOWN?!" he cried tears of hatred as he intensified even more, feeling his younger body sore from the way he was using his quirk.

"YOU'RE SICK YOU HEARD ME?! WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO SAVE PEOPLE WITH THOSE FLAMES?! THEN WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?! HUH?! ANSWER ME YOU VERM!"

Two different hands on both of his shoulders made him jerk away and threaten to overhaul them as well. But when he saw Mimic and Chrono he immediately stopped.

"Come on kid. You caused too much trouble for us now." Said Mimic as he helped Kaito to his feet.

"My..."

"We know Kaito... I'm sorry. We couldn't find her body..."Chrono placed his hand on his shoulder as the boy just looked at the ground and let his tears fall.

He entered his home with Mimic and Chrono following right after. Not even bothering to take his soaked boots of as he saw his father presence.

Mimic shooked his head while Chrono bowed his head at his friend... Not much longer Kaito heard the faint 'dismissed' of his father...

Only he and Kai were at the room.

"Where's Kim?"

"In bed."

Kaito mumbled something as he fell to his knees.

"What was that?" Chisaki asked trying to contain his tears.

"She's gONE BECAUSE OF THEM!" Kaito punched the floor of his home making the whole place cracked, the lunches only grew heavier and stronger.

"THOSE DAMN HEROES! THEY WERE THE RESPONSIBLES FOR THAT! MOM IS-!" he gagged as he aproached now his bloody hand at his face "Mom is... mom is gone..."

Chisaki let his own tears fall as he used his own quirk to reconstruct the place. He scrunched up on the floor as he waited for Kaito eyes to find his.

It hurted even more because they were your eyes.

He didn't want it to lie to his son, telling that everthing is going to be okay or all that bullcrap so he simply kneeled on the ground and bringed his son close surprising the boy at the sudden display of touch.

"I know..." he mumbled feeling his shoulder getting wet as he hearded the choked up promises that he would erase every hero on the surface...

"Daddy?" A tiny voice manifested and the two mens looked at the golden eyed girl looking at them with wide eyes.

Both didn't vare anymore on hiding their tears and their sorrow.

"Daddy? Brother? What's going on? Where's mommy?" The girl approached the both of them and grew more nervous at seing her dad starting to tear up as her brother bringed her to a last hug.

"Im sorry Kim... I couldn't protect her from the heroes..." coldly stated Kaito not even caring about comforting his little sister when she started to break down in tears as well.

Now he understands the rage that his father carry toward the heroes. And they better lray for their souls now... Because they woken up one sleeping devil and a tremendous and powerful beast...

[ghostsray]

Danny Zombie chapter 2

(remember this fic? here’s the second chapter. tbh i dont even have a plot in mind, im just writing whatever bs pops in my head. based on @burning-clutch‘s prompt: an au where the ghosts are humans and the humans are ghosts)

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Walker trudged into the cemetary. It was the dead of night, pun unintended, and he carried a flashlight to provide him better light than the dim full moon. He had received complaints from the surrounding residents about a strange occurence here: a flash of light, a sudden storm. To him, that sounded like a load of crap, but more than one person had witnessed it, so he had no choice but to investigate.

The flashlight's beam caught a group of teenagers up the hill, standing among a row of graves. As soon as they noticed him, they began to flee--two at first, then another pair trailing after. "Hey!" Walker called and picked up his pace, but he was too late. The four troublemakers had already made it to the opposite wall by the time he reached the grave they were ransacking.

Walker stopped and turned his flashlight down over the grave. He let out a disapproving tsk at what he saw. Whoever those teens were, (and he had an idea; he was familiar with all the troublemakers in town,) they had undoubtedly robbed the grave. A deep hole was dug in the mound, almost as if somebody had climbed out from inside the grave. Walker chuckled at that image. As if zombies were real.

The cop shone his flashlight down the hole. At first, he was met with nothingness, which was odd. Surely the graverobbers couldnt have taken the whole corpse with them, could they? Then, something stirred. Walker nearly dropped his flashlight in surprise, but he caught it and kneeled over the open grave to get a better look.

Nothing.

Walker exhaled. He was not a superstitious man, but this place gave him the creeps. He stood up, and as he did, his foot knocked against something. He looked down and grinned. A guitar--and a familiar one at that. He was sure the owner's parents would enjoy a nice chat with him.

He bent down to pick up the instrument, and that was when it happened. Toxic green light gradually grew from the grave and intensified until everything was shed in chartreuse. Walker momentarily forgot about the guitar, whipping his head back to face the grave.

It wasn't so empty anymore. When he peeked inside again, a swirling vortex of green...something...had filled it up. The light it produced was so bright it painted the soil a sickly green. Walker's jaw hung loose as he gawked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Just then, something rose out of the vortex--or rather, someone.

He was a tall man in a white suit and sunglasses hiding his eyes, but what really caught Walker's attention was the fact that he was glowing. If one stared at him hard enough, his skin appeared transparent, and Walker thought he saw his skull underneath his face. Oh, yeah, and he was floating in the middle of the air above the portal he had come through.

The man, whatever he was, looked down at Walker, and goosebumps broke out on his flesh. He picked up his jaw long enough to ask, "Who...What are--"

He couldn't finish his sentence before the creature lunged at him. Walker held his arms up to protect himself, but it didn't do anything, because he wasn't attacked. Instead, the man--the ghost--had entered his body.

Walker's entire body shuddered. He felt his mind being pushed into nothingness as whatever was inside him wrested control. He desperately tried to cling to his consciousness, but it was no use. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't Walker anymore.

Operative's eyes glowed red. He flexed his borrowed neck and smiled.

.

Sidney woke up on 6 AM, like he did everyday. The alarm clock was ringing by his bedside, and he rolled in bed and slammed the top until it quieted. His eyes fluttered open. Blue eyes stared at him.

"Jiminy Cricket!" he blurted and fell off his bed.

"Jiminy Cricket?" Danny echoed. "What year were you born in?"

Sidney glared up at him from his spot upside down on the floor. The halfa was standing in Sidney's bedroom, wearing his borrowed clothes after Sidney had insisted he take a shower last night to remove all that creepy dirt on his body. He looked more alive than he had yesterday, almost normal even, though he was still pale.

"Says the guy who died forty years ago," Sidney grumbled and righted himself. He glanced at the halfa again and asked, "Didn't sleep?"

Danny slowly shook his head. "Dreams...are scary."

Sidney raised an eyebrow. Now that he looked at those blue eyes again, he noticed they seemed pretty bloodshot. "Not all dreams are scary," he said. "For example, I was just having a wonderful dream about standing up to Aragon."

"Who's Aragon?"

"This bully in school," Sidney said, and the way he mentioned the word "bully" made it sound like the worst insult possible. "His real name is Aaron, but he thinks calling himself Aragon is edgier or whatever. He thinks that just because he's rich, he's so much better than everyone else." He shook his head and added, "What about you? What dream is so scary you couldn't sleep?"

Danny didn't reply. He averted his eyes and focused on a corner.

Sidney sighed. Once again, he wondered why he was even letting him stay at his house. Curse that Ember for dropping him here. Hey, Poindexter! Here's this undead guy I found in the middle of the cemetary. I'll just drop him in your house and then leave!

He can't say he doesn't understand her reasoning, though. Ember's parents would never let her sneak a boy in her house, but Sidney's grandmother was barely aware of what was going on around her. One time he managed to keep a cat inside for an entire month, and she had no idea. (The cat's name was Gene Kelly, and he escaped when Sidney left the window open one day.)

"Well, you're a human now, and humans need to sleep," Sidney told him. "Eight hours a day. Then again, you are only part human, so I'm not sure if you need that much...um, what are you doing?"

Danny had lost interest in whatever Sidney was saying and had started rummaging around his room. Sidney got up and stopped him before he could pull open his underwear drawer. "Hey, just because I'm letting you stay over in my room doesn't mean you're free to search through my stuff! What are you searching for, anyway?"

"I told you yesterday," Danny said. "I need to make a call."

"The phone is right there, in case you haven't noticed," Sidney retorted and pointed at the telephone on his desk. But Danny shook his head.

"Phones can't contact the dead. Don't you have a ouija board? A crystal ball?"

Sidney's eyebrows rose to his scalp. "No? I'm not really into witchcraft. Maybe Desiree might have that stuff."

"Who's she?"

"A neighbor. But I'm not taking you to see her."

"Why not?"

"Because," Sidney said, "I need to go to school, and I don't trust you enough to let you roam around town unsupervised. How do I know you won't eat anyone's brains or anything?"

Danny huffed. "Why does everyone keep mistaking me for a zombie? I'm a ghost."

"You're a walking dead person who crawled out of his grave, that's why. Now can you just...stay put while I get ready for school?"

"School?" Danny asked, sounding interested.

Sidney rolled his eyes. "Yes, school. You know, where you learn stuff? I'm pretty sure those existed around your time."

"Of course I know what a school is," Danny replied, then hesitantly added, "Can I come?"

Sidney blinked. "You...want to come to school?"

Danny shrugged. "I'm curious about what new stuff students are learning since I was gone."

Despite himself, Sidney grinned. "I didn't know you were a fellow nerd."

"I'm not a nerd," Danny said, blushing. Sidney laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, buddy. Being a nerd is actually pretty cool these days."

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope. Dungeons and Dragons is hot. Star Trek is mainstream. You have a lot to catch up on."

Danny didn't look like he believed him, which only made Sidney laugh more. "Come on, I'll bring you to school."

.

Casper High hadn't changed much in forty years, although the student body did grow. Some of the students cast curious glances at Danny as Sidney led him through the crowded hallways, but they didn't say anything. Well, except for one.

"Who do we have here?" a voice purred. Sidney groaned and turned to face the speaker.

"Hey, Aragon," he greeted with a strained smile.

Aragon looked...not as intimidating as Danny expected. He was thin, with a pimple-ridden face and greasy hair, but his sneer was enough to signify that he was a bad guy.

Aragon sized up Danny and said, "I haven't seen you around."

"This is Danny, my, uh...cousin," Sidney lied. "He's..."

"Homeschooled," Danny supplied. "But I'm curious about what regular schools are like, so Sidney offered to show me around his school." He lied so effortlessly that Sidney wondered if he had practiced it beforehand.

Aragon snickered. "Homeschooled? That's probably because you're too wimpy to be around other kids. Hey, Poindexter, why don't you join your cousin at home? It's not like anyone will miss you."

Sidney bristled. He thought of numerous insults he could throw at the bully, and he almost might have said one out loud, but then Danny spoke up and said, "You're not scary."

Aragon blinked. "Excuse me? My dad can probably buy your dad's company."

"I doubt that," Danny muttered.

Aragon bristled and almost said something back, but then a girl came and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Leave them alone, Aaron," she told him.

Sidney smiled when he saw it was Dora. He loved Dora--she was basically the anti-Aragon, kind to everyone. She caught his eyes and smiled back.

Aragon shrugged her hand away and scowled. "Fuck off, Dora. I'm pretty sure that guy just insulted me."

"He just said you aren't scary," Dora said, "which is true."

Sidney snorted. Aragon turned on him, but before he could speak, his condescending posture dissolved at the sight of a woman coming up to them. "Miss Pandora!" he said, suddenly sounding polite.

The tallest human Danny had ever seen stood over them with her hands on her hips. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," Aragon told her, and he actually wrapped his arm amiably around Danny's shoulders and said with a smile, "We were just greeting Sidney's cousin here."

She raised her eyebrow and noticed Danny. "Cousin, eh?"

"He's homeschooled," Sidney said helpfully.

"Well, then! It's very nice of you to show him around." The teacher smiled at Aragon, and it took Sidney considerable effort not to roll his eyes. Pandora added, "Maybe you can let him take a lesson with you. Class is just about to start, you know."

"Yes, ma'am," Aragon said with a white-toothed smile and saluted her. Pandora passed them, and as soon as she turned a corner and left, Aragon pushed Danny away from him.

"Have fun at school, fuckhead," he said and laughed. He left, and Dora turned to him with a grimace.

"I'm sorry about my brother," she apologized.

Danny shrugged. "He's...interesting."

"What the fuck!"

The three teens turned to see Johnny standing in the hallway, glaring at Danny with his jaw agape. He strode to him, then jabbed a finger at his chest and demanded, "What are you doing in my school?"

"Stop that," Dora said. "Why is everyone intent on bullying the visitor?"

Johnny stared at her with disbelief written all over his face. "You don't know what he is, do you?"

Dora looked confused, but Danny just smiled and said, "Hey, Johnny. Thanks for helping me last night."

Johnny scoffed. "I didn't help you. That was all Ember."

"True, but at least you didn't stop her."

"I'm sorry, what's happening?" Dora asked, glancing between them.

Johnny scowled and said, "He's a zombie."

"Ghost, actually," Danny corrected.

Dora stared at them for a moment, and then she burst with laughter. Johnny raised his eyebrows and saw her with a hand over her mouth, eyes crinkled humorously. "Ghost! Ha ha."

Johnny frowned and said, "It's not--"

"It's a very funny joke!" Sidney interrupted. "I bet he even crawled out his grave."

He smirked at Dora as he said this, and Dora laughed harder. Sidney felt Johnny's eyes boring into him, but thankfully, the school bell chose that moment to ring. Dora wiped tears from her eyes and said to Danny, "Have a nice day, ghost boy."

"Will do," Danny replied with a toothy grin.

Dora left, but Johnny stuck behind. He sent a glare at Danny and stated, "I don't trust the undead." Then he turned to Sidney and added, "You shouldn't, either."

The way his eyes bore into him made goosebumps break out on Sindney's skin. Finally, Johnny turned and left, his shadow trailing behind him.

"What a great guy," Danny said after he was gone. Sidney tried to study his expression, but Danny was wearing an unreadably simple smile, and his hands were in his pockets. Danny's blue eyes met Sidney. "So, where's your class?"

.

Fuck, Ember thought as she sped down the hallway. She was late for class and Ms. Pandora was gonna kill her. She turned a corner, then stopped so suddenly she almost slipped on the linoleum floor.

The man in front of her turned around. He was wearing sunglasses indoors for some reason. On his chest sat a sherrif badge, and in his hand was her guitar. She had no idea what was with the glasses, but it obviously wasn't enough to stop her from recognizing him, nor quell her anxiety at his presence.

"You," he grunted, which erased any chance she had of escaping unnoticed.

Ember gulped and waved nervously. "Heyyy, Sheriff Walker. What are you doing here?"

Walker held forward her guitar. "Is this yours?"

Oh boy. Ember began to explain, "I swear, I didn't rob that grave. Heck, why would I even be in the graveyard? I don't know how this got there, you must have seen someone else--"

Walker ignored her and shoved the guitar at her. Then, to her surprise, he said, "Take it. I have no interest in it."

Walker? Letting someone go when he had a chance to arrest them? Ember eyed him and asked, "Who are you and what have you done to Walker?"

She had meant it as a joke, but the way he stiffened made her reconsider the truth of her statement. He said, "I don't care what happens to you, human," which Ember thought was a strange choice of words, "I only wish to know where the escapee is."

"The what?"

Walker (if that even was him) turned his attention away from her and focused on the hallway behind her. Now that Ember listened, she heard footsteps approach. She turned around and saw Sidney and...was that Danny? What was he doing in school?

Danny seemed to freeze up at the sight of Walker. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw his breath turn to mist as it escaped his mouth, which shouldn't have been possible because it wasn't cold enough inside the building. His eyes widened.

When she looked back at who may or may not have been Walker, she saw his face stretched in an unnerving grin. He walked around her and strode toward Danny, who somehow got stiffer the closer Walker got to him.

Ember didn't understand what was going on, but she knew enough to be able to tell that this not-Walker was bad news (yes, even worse than the real Walker) and that Danny seemed to be, for whatever reason, in danger. She shoved herself between not-Walker and Danny and said, "So, Sheriff, how's life?"

Not-Walker growled and shoved her away. Yep, that definitely was not Walker. Danny saw that he wasn't stopping and began to run away, but not-Walker grabbed his arm and tugged him back.

It didn't feel right, seeing the undead guy look so scared. Ember barely thought about her next action. She looked down at her guitar, remembered how good a weapon it made when she whacked Danny in the head last night, and swung it at the back of not-Walker's head. Not-Walker grunted and let go of Danny. His glasses fell to the floor, and when he turned around to glare at her, she froze--because his eyes were as red as blood. Ember was fairly certain that Walker's eyes were supposed to be green.

"Ember, get away! He's a ghost!" Danny warned.

Ember stared wide-eyed at Danny, and that was long enough for not-Walker's fist to connect with her gut and send her toppling backward. He didn't just punch her--he also sent a strange beam of green light that made her body buzz with electricity and sent her skidding across the hallway. She fell over and clutched her stomach, wheezing. She weakly raised her head enough to watch not-Walker grab Danny again and lift him up by his neck. Sidney was next to them, but he looked too paralyzed to help, and Ember was in too much pain to get up.

"Danny Phantom--" Danny Phantom? "--I see you're alive," not-Walker said with a sneer.

Danny quit struggling in not-Walker's grip long enough to gulp. "Alive? Nah. I'm just overshadowing someone, like you are."

"You think you can lie to me? I know what overshadowing senses like. You're alive." His cheeks looked like they were pulled back by invisible strings into a cruel smirk, and he added, "But if you're really only borrowing this body, then I suppose killing it won't do anything to you, would it?"

His grip around Danny's neck tightened, and Danny's struggling became strained. Why couldn't he just go intangible? Sidney looked like he finally snapped out of his paralysis, and he ran forward to help Danny with a yell of, "Let him go!" Unfortunately, he was quickly pushed back by the same weird light that attacked Ember.

"You're mortals," not-Walker growled. "You don't understand the laws that govern ghosts. The dead stay dead. Ressurecting oneself is a major crime--against the laws of the Ghost Zone and the laws of nature."

Cool, so it wasn't Walker, but he sure as hell was equally obsessed with arresting people. Or, well...executing them was more like it, if he continued to squeeze Danny's throat any longer. (Re-executing? What would happen if you die a second time?)

Ember gritted her teeth and pushed herself up. She may have only known Danny for less than a day, but there was no way she was letting the weirdest friend she'd had disappear so soon after she met him.

Without a second thought, she ran up to not-Walker, ignoring the pain in her gut, and shouted, "Hey, dipstick!" Not-Walker turned around but did not have time to prepare when her boot swung up and connected with his crotch.

Not-Walker cringed. Ember wasn't sure if the ghost was able to feel pain from inside Walker's body (probably not, because she was confident in the power of her kick) but the shock of being kicked in the private part was enough to loosen his grip on Danny. Danny, now able to breathe, took this opportunity to thrust his hand into not-Walker's face, and before she could blink, a bright burst of green light not unlike not-Walker's own attacks was released from his palm and roasted Walker's face.

Apparently, the ghost did feel pain from that, because he yowled and let go of Danny. Danny didn't waste any time after he landed before grabbing Ember and Sidney by the arms and sprinting down the hallway and around a corner, away from not-Walker's sight.

Danny kept running, pulling the two humans behind him. She didn't know how long they went--lockers and windows passed by in a blur--before he apparently thought they were far enough from the ghost possessing Walker and let go of their arms to slump on the floor and pant.

"Okay, what was that?" Sidney demanded.

"Yeah, and why did that guy call you Danny Phantom?" Ember added.

Danny didn't answer them at first, still catching his breath. Finally, he gulped and said, "So, that was the ghost police."

"I kind of figured," Ember said, remembering the ghost's words. "Resurrecting yourself is illegal?"

"Of course it is," Sidney said, staring at Danny, and Ember thought she saw a hint of wildness in his eyes. "It's unnatural! You're supposed to be dead!"

Danny flinched. Ember bit her lip and placed a hand on Sidney's shoulder. "Hey, man. What's done is done. Danny's alive now."

Sidney kept huffing for a moment before he covered his face with a hand and sighed. "No. I know. It's just...I wasn't expecting to be a attacked by a ghost-possessed Walker today."

"I mean, you did bring Danny to school," Ember pointed out. "Why did you bring Danny to school?"

"I asked to come," Danny answered.

"Why would you want to come to school? Are you a nerd?"

Danny looked about to argue, but then Sidney spoke up, "That's not important. That ghost inside Walker is still around. How do we get rid of him?"

Danny hummed thoughtfully. "Usually, in the Ghost Zone, we just duke it out with ghost powers, but I don't think that would work when I'm part human."

It was then that Ember finally noticed the way Danny was cradling his hands tenderly. She looked at his palm and saw it filled with slightly greenish blisters. Danny caught her looking and covered his palms, but she had already seen them. Guess that ghostly light attack was too hot for a human body to handle.

"Then what do we do?" Sidney asked.

Danny shrugged. "Maybe...are there myths about ghost weaknesses? Usually those have a little truth in them."

"What, you mean like, sprinkle salt on him?" Ember said with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe," Danny said. "I--"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off when a blur came through the wall behind them, grabbed Danny, and went through the opposite wall. Ember and Sidney both stared slack-jawed as they tried to make sense of what just happened.

"Ghost," Sidney said.

"Salt," Ember said. "I'll go to the cafeteria."

"I think I also have something that might help," Sidney said. "I'll go get that."

There was no time for Ember to ask what thing Sidney had that might work against a ghost. The two teens separated and ran down different directions, Ember to the school cafeteria. She arrived to find it empty apart from the lunch lady behind the counter.

The lunch lady was humming to herself as she cooked...whatever the fuck school lunches were supposed to be. Ember tried to crouch near the wall and sneak into the kitchen. If she was lucky, she could grab the salt and dash without any confrontation...but she had no suck luck.

The humming stopped, and Lunch Lady said, "What are you doing outside of class?"

Ember closed her eyes and silently muttered a few curses before standing up in front of Lunch Lady with a smile. "Sorry. I just wanted to grab some salt...for a lab experiment."

"Salt? We have salt," Lunch Lady said sweetly.

"Great! I'd love some, please."

Lunch Lady grabbed a salt container, and Ember reached out for it eagerly, but the woman held it back with a frown. "If it's for a science class, why were you trying to sneak past me?"

"Me? Sneaking? I would never," Ember said, her smile straining. "I just thought it would be quicker...you know...so I don't waste any class time."

"Of course your teachers wouldn't want you to waste class time. That's why they're supposed to bring their own materials for experiments. I talked to them about that last year."

Ember winced. "They...forgot?" When Lunch Lady seemed unconvinced, Ember brought her hands together in a pleading gesture and said, "Please, I just want some salt. It won't even be long. I'll give it back."

Lunch Lady narrowed her eyes, like she was considering Ember's words. "Salt is a very important part of food, you know. Salt and meat."

Ember quirked an eyebrow. "I thought too much salt is a bad thing. Same with too much fatty meat."

She probably should have kept quiet. Lunch Lady's expression turned into a scowl, and she all but screeched, "Are you questioning my nutritional knowledge?"

Ember had met ghosts, but somehow, this lunch lady was more terrifying. Ember faltered and stammered, "Um, uh..."

She was saved by the large dirt explosion outside. Lunch Lady jumped and leaned forward, trying to look out the window with wide eyes. The salt container in her hand was in reach.

Ember snatched the salt from her and darted. Lunch Lady yelled at her, but Ember was already running away...toward the explosion she heard come from the track field outside. Somehow, she had a feeling that had something to do with Danny and that other ghost.

She emerged outdoors, and sure enough, Danny lay in a crater in the ground, looking worse for wear. Then Ember looked up at the enemy ghost and did a double take. Walker's body must have been left back inside the school, because the ghost wasn't possessing him anymore, which meant she could see his true, ghostly form.

Being near him set her hairs on edge and filled her with dull dread. He was glowing. His edges were blurry, like an old photograph. His skin was bright green and translucent, showing his skull underneath. He wore a suit that looked like it should have been black but was bleached white, and white sunglasses covered his eyes, although Ember had a feeling they were the same red shade that possessed-Walker had.

The ghost hovered over Danny's bruised form. Danny weakly pushed himself on his elbows, wincing all the way, and said, "Can't we talk about this, Operative?"

The ghost, Operative, retorted, "Sure, once you're in jail."

He aimed a hand at Danny, and Ember could tell he was about to attack. She ran toward him, shouted, "Hey! Want some salt with that?" and swung the salt at him.

Operative flinched--then blinked when the salt went through him without any effect. Ember faltered. "So...salt doesn't work."

"Salt?" Operative smirked. "I've heard about that. It has to be blessed to work against ghosts. And it must be pure salt, not table salt."

"Well, fuck," Ember muttered.

She shrieked and ducked out of the way as Operative ghost-blasted the spot where she stood. While she hit the grass, the ghost turned back to Danny and held him up by the neck. Danny was too weak to even struggle in his grip.

Just as Ember was beginning to lose hope, she saw Sidney enter her field of vision. Ember scrambled to her feet and joined him in running toward the ghost. "What did you get?" she asked.

Sidney, poor non-athletic nerd that he was, was panting too much from the process of sprinting as fast as he could to really talk, but he didn't need to. He stopped a short distance away from Operative and held up the object he brought for everyone to see: a reflective silver mirror.

Operative turned his head away from Danny for a moment to look at the mirror. "What is that? Do you want me to see my reflection?"

Ember was wondering about his plan, too. A mirror didn't sound very useful against ghosts. Even Sidney looked uncertain of himself, his knees knocking together in terror.

To his credit, he bravely ignored his fear and ran screaming at the ghost, swinging his mirror right down at him. She thought she saw the ghost's eyes widen at the last moment before he disappeared right into the mirror, somehow sucked up by the silver. Danny fell on his butt as Operative was gone.

Ember picked up her jaw and asked, "What was that?!"

"I have no idea," Sidney admitted, still wide-eyed from the fact his plan worked. "I just remembered hearing some stories about silver working against werewolves and vampires and guessed it must do something about ghosts, too."

"That was brilliant," Danny said, smiling from his spot on the ground. He was bruised all over and had second degree burns on his palms, but other than that, he seemed fine.

Now that the big scary ghost was gone and Ember's heartbeat was settling, she crossed her arms at Danny and said, "You didn't answer my question from earlier. Danny Phantom?"

"Right," Danny said, reaching to rub his neck then stopping when that made him wince. "Ghosts don't usually use each others' real names. It's...personal, I guess. So everyone goes by a nickname."

"That's why you don't like us calling you Daniel Fenton," Ember said, remembering the way he flinched when he got called that in the graveyard and at Sidney's--the same way he flinched just now as she said that.

"Yeah," he said. "That ghost we just fought, Operative...well, he's lucky because no one even knows his real name. He worked with the government back when he was alive. Everyone just calls him by his title--or the Guy in White."

"That makes sense, considering how blindingly white his suit was."

Sidney suddenly yelped, and Ember turned toward him to see that he had dropped his mirror onto the ground. She looked down at it and understood why. A swirling fog appeared on its surface before it morphed into the Guy in White's face.

She jumped when the ghost brought a fist forward and at pounded at the mirror's surface--but the mirror didn't even vibrate, much less fracture. He continued to pound uselessly and growled, "You can't keep me in this relic forever. Just as you can't escape your punishment. You're upsetting the balance between life and death. You--"

Sidney crouched and flipped the mirror over so that its reflective surface was lying face down against the dirt. The Guy in White's voice was muffled.

Danny crawled to them and struggled to push himself up. Ember went to his side and helped him stand, and as soon as he did, she recoiled and asked, "Where did your bruises go?"

Most of them were gone, and she watched as the ones that did remain seemed to glow green before fading away. Ember stepped away from him, and he stayed stable on his feet. "Healing," he said. "Injuries aren't permanent to ghosts. I guess I kept that part of me when I got resurrected."

"You brought yourself back from the dead," Sidney said. Ember turned to him and saw him staring at the mirror he had just flipped over. "That ghost mentioned something about balance."

"Dude, the Guy in White is just ghost Walker," Ember said. "He probably comes up with any lame excuse to jail people."

"But maybe he has a point," Sidney argued, glaring at Ember--and at Danny. "What makes you special enough to get ressurected? Why not everyone else who died--like my parents?"

"Sid--"

"No, he's right," Danny said. He hung his head guiltily, gazing down at his hands. The burns on his palms seemed to take longer to heal. "This was a mistake. I thought I could get my parents' invention to work--and I did--but I didn't think about the consequences. Maybe they gave up on it for a reason."

Ember tilted her head. "So...what? You kill yourself again?"

Danny bit his lip and shrugged. "I...I don't know."

Ember glanced between him and Sidney, who was shuffling in place uncomfortably. She thinned her lips and stood straight. "Well, I'm not letting you do that," she said to Danny. "I don't care if you were dead before. You're alive now."

"Technically, I'm only half alive," Danny mumbled. "I still have some ghostly attributes, but..." He glanced uncertainly at Sidney.

Sidney fidgeted, then crossed his arms and sighed. "I guess...if you're human now...there's no point in going against that. You may as well enjoy your time back. I'll accept that. No need to kill yourself."

Danny's shoulders relaxed. Sidney still had his arms crossed, but he didn't look as angry anymore. The muffled voice of the Guy in White still came from the upside-down mirror on the ground.

Ember prodded the mirror with her foot. "So, what do we do with him?"

"Break the mirror?" Sidney suggested.

"No," Danny said. "Who knows if that would get rid of him. It might just release him again."

"I still don't get how he even got here," Sidney said.

Danny shrugged. "A portal? Though, it seems a little convenient that a natural portal would open up right after I got revived..."

"Or maybe he followed you back to the human world," Ember said.

"But he's not alive..." Danny's eyes widened. "Unless--"

He grabbed the mirror off the ground and began to run.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sidney shouted.

Danny turned back to face them. "My revival must have opened a permanent portal," he told them. "I'm going to send Operative back to the Ghost Zone, and I'm going to see my parents."

"A portal? But where?"

Danny met Ember's eyes, and he knew the same thought went through their heads. "My grave," he said. Then he turned around and kept running.

Sidney and Ember glanced at each other in bewilderment. Then Ember shouted, "Wait up!" and ran after Danny.

"Wait! But what about school!" Sidney shouted.

Fuck school, Ember thought. Ghosts, zombies, portals--ever since Danny entered her life, her days became exciting, and there was no way she was missing any second of this.

[marvel-mega]

Sinister (Bucky x reader)

The arrangement part 2

authors note: hey guys thank you so much ! for the amazing feedback on my fic! I appreciate it so much so here you guys go I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

word count: 2.1

warnings: abuse not to detailed though

Y/N and James had been hanging out in the safety of the Stark’s resident more often, Y/N father was kinda paranoid as to what his enemies could do. Y/N had convinced him one weekend to sleepover while your dad was doing ‘business’ and watched Harry Potter with James. You were completely lost in one of the scenes you didn’t even notice James watching you with so much admiration in his eyes. “James are you watching this is when Dumbledore thinks Harry put his name in the Goblet of Fir-” you stopped mid-sentence because he was just smiling at you. “What? Oh my gosh I probably sound like such a geek to you don’t I?” James just chuckled, “No, not a geek at all. Im getting super nerdy vibes though.” Y/N gasped at James and hit him lightly on the arm before resting it there. “Wow James I had no idea you were so strong.” You gripped his arm and sat on his lap. Because of the oversized t-shirt you had on, your warmth was right above James cock but there was a pair of sweatpants in between the two of you. Bucky’s eyes got darker as you slowly moved back and forth on top of him. “Princess if you keep moving I won’t last very long.” James said, his voice deeper than normal. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” Y/N said knowing very well she was winning at this game. “Let’s get married.��� Y/N was taken aback for a second, “James were already engaged, I didn’t think I made you so horny you forgot things.” Y/N winked. “I know that, honey. What I’m saying is let’s go to Vegas. I want to take your last name.” Y/N laughed. “Okay then let’s go.” 

Y/N hoped into James dark suv. And as the two of you just got on the highway you were getting frantic texts from your father. “Ugh James,” James turned to you quickly before turning his eyes back onto the road “What, sugar?” “My dad is tracking me.” James laughed out loud, “I get where he’s coming from youre a diamond. Just call him and tell him were going on a weekend vacation in Vegas it’s not a complete lie.” Y/N shrugged and told her father just that and he belived it and told her ‘Not to come home knocked up. Because what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas it’ll turn two in March.’ Y/N gasped, “Hey I was born in March!” Your father just laughed and hung up. When you arrived at the hotel with Bucky you could sense something weird, something that was off. James noticed “Whats wrong?”. Y/N looked up at him, “Nothing” she smiled. ‘Yea it’s nothing’ she told herself. 

James’ Pov

That night the two of you got dressed to go to the chapel and be married by Elvis Presley. James wanted to surprise his fiancé with some of her favorite flowers. So when he got a call from the lobby asking if someone could come down and sign for the flowers, he was just heading into the shower so he asked you to go, saying it was postmates or something. 

Y/N’s pov 

Y/N didn’t question it and went down to the lobby. As she signed for the flowers the delivery guy kept flirting with her. “So what’s a pretty little dime like you doing alone in Vegas?” “I’m not alone.” Is all that Y/N wanted to tell this sleeze, but he kept persisting. “Im here to get married okay weirdo.” Y/N started to walk away when the guy told her to come outside to pick up the flowers she reluctantly followed him. ‘It’s a crowded Vegas hotel what’s gonna happen’ she thought. As she bent down to get the flowers, a spray went into her face, “Hey wh-” Y/N tried saying before she fainted into the delivery guys’ arms. She was placed in the back of an SUV before blacking out completely. 

James’ pov

“Y/N? Y/N did you like the flowers?” James said as he stepped out of the shower. He looked around the room for you but couldn’t find just then the phone rang. “Hello?” “Ah James. Funny of you to think I’d give up my ‘babysitter’ so easily. Y/N is a real gem. I’m not letting her get married to you.” James panicked, ‘babysitter?’. Then it clicked. “Rogers. You sick bastard. You let my fiancé go right now.” “Oh please fiancé she’s just a little business ploy to you.” James was fuming but he had to keep Rogers talking knowing how much of an idiot he was he’d have to spill where he was taken you at some point. “Oh yea Rogers? What is she to you? Something to mark as yours? Last time I checked you were married.” Rogera laughed at that, “Natasha? Oh please she’s my nanny at best. I was waiting for Y/N to be at least 21 before I threw her into our lifestyle Barnes. But you just couldn’t wait could you nasty fuck.” James was gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. “If you touch her-” “I’ll decide what I want to do with her alright? Maybe I’ll just tell her about all the disgusting things you did to get to your position, pal.” Rogers’ voice was dripping with venom. He knew what Barnes was capable of and was using that against him. “Let me keep her and no one gets hurt alright? But if you try to find me, then that future you wanted with a big family might be taken away from you m’kay?” James slammed the phone against the wall. He immediately called your father not knowing what else to do, Stark started to track your phone. Barnes was thanking what god was up there because you being such a millennial of course you had your phone with you everywhere you went. "Stark find her." Barnes growled into the phone. "Yea yea barnes you don't think i'm freaking out? she's my only daughter my only child at that! i can't lose her. you should've never left the house what is your problem, huh? you think i keep her locked away at home for fun?" Barnes was fuming. "You don't think i know this is my fault! You don't think i'm running through everything that could be happening to her right now Stark! You don't think i wish i was in her shoes right now!! i don't care what you think i love your daughter she's taught me that there's more to life than this mob bullshit. she's more than just a business deal to me she's my sun." Stark was silent, "Barnes we got a hit he's at the Mandalay Bay hotel. Don't go al-" Barnes hung up the phone. 'God you think i'm gonna wait for you goons? so you guys can talk it out or what?' Barnes thought himself as he opened the safe he had in the bank and pulled out a medium sized handgun. 'I guess this'll have to fucking do.' he said under his breath. "I'm coming princess and i'm hurting anyone who stands in my way." 

Y/N pov

     "He's gonna find you. You'd think you would at least leave the Vegas strip dumbfucks. You're only a few miles from our hotel." 'Keep stalling Y/N' you thought to yourself, 'give dad sometime to track you' Rogers walked in with a sinister smile, "Oh princess you think he's gonna come get you don't you? Daddy dearest can try all he wants i've got you. And that's all i've wanted do you think your father would risk a full-blown war just for Barnes to keep you? No way. You mean nothing to barnes, you're just a fucking plea deal." Rogers said as he slapped you when you started to protest. "Oh yea and what do you want me for? because this seems like a bit much just for a goddamn babysitter Rogers." Rogers chuckled darkly, "Oh you think this is still about just being my babysitter princess?" You spat in his face, "Stop fucking calling m-" You got cut off because rogers punched you, he really punched you and hard because you thought you die right there because of the pain you felt in your stomach. As you were crouching over your knees or as much as you could because you were tied to a chair, wheezing. He laughed at your despair, "Sweetheart even if Barnes tried to come and 'save you' he won't make it in time. ill ruin you so you know who you really belong to." You felt sick from the blow to the stomach and from him words. "Why? This seems more like a revenge plot than two rivaling gangs." Rogers stared at you emotionless. "Well since were gonna be together for a while let me tell you baby. Me and Barnes both grew up in New York. We were the closet of friends all until Barnes had to work his charm on MY girl Peggy. That bastard made her scared of me because he mentioned the gang i was apart of. all to get my sweet Peggy out of my arms to just steal her virginity and leave her on the curb." You couldn't believe what he was saying but it seem really because of how much it hurt Steve to talk about it. You really don't know much about Barnes to begin with. 'I know nothing about his past so i can't even defend him' you thought. You were beat and bruised all for a guy you didn't even know anything about. "Whatever he's told you it's a lie. He wants to get in your pants then you won't even be a wife to him you'll just be a play toy to show off to his friends." His words and beatings were really getting you, what if he's right i mean he already did it to one girl that you knew of. "What about Natasha?" You finally said. "Natasha agreed to trade with you. She gets barnes and you get me. Natasha's infatuated with barnes she would love to play house with him. And you're already so great with becca it works, my love. We work together." His words were starting to make a lot of sense. "Um okay. Ill do it just don't let Barnes see me. I don't want to see him." "Let's seal this contract with something my dove. Come give me a kiss." And you did and when you kissed him he untied you. And he lifted you up and deepened the kiss and that's when you heard gunshots and the door open in front of you. You hide in Rogers neck. "Get out barnes can't you seem me and my love are having a moment?" 

Barnes POV

"Get out barnes can't you seem me and my love are having a moment?" His whole world stopped. A moment? My love? That was his love that was his girl. But she didn't want to see him as she cried into Rogers' arms. "Come on can't you see she doesn't want to be apart of your game anymore?" Barnes tried all he could to steady his voice he couldn't lose you, "Y/N?" his voice shook. Slowly his angel lifted her head to look and him and that's when he knew he had to kill Rogers. Her beautiful beautiful face was broken, bruised and bleeding as she looked at him with pleading eyes. Then the unimaginable happened Y/N pulled out a small pocket knife and stabbed Rogers in the leg and went he dropped her Y/N came running to Barnes or so he thought. She ran right past him out the door. And Barnes was not able to be on the receiving end of Rogers anger so of course left too. But on the way out Y/N ran to Barnes' car ? Of course i'm not gonna question it Barnes thought to himself, I've got my girl back that's all that matter he thought as he drove his little diamond home. "Baby can you talk to me?" Barnes said. He reached over to touch his love before he heard her say, "Who is Peggy, James?" And Barnes almost stooped the car. How did she know about Peggy? Fucking Rogers what a bastard. Barnes was just silent as Y/N went to sleep after all her pains had settled. 

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[leviathiane]

SHOW US YOUR WROR RAW UNPROCESSED WHOLE GRAIN ORGANIC NOTES

this is going to be a long-ass post i am so sorry to Everyone! i take a lot of notes.

So, as You specifically know (as well as all of my lovely Soggers) I take a LOT of notes. Obsessively. I write fucking everything bc i have very little memory and very much paranoia. This results in literal Piles of notes. Raw planning, on paper, on my phone– doodles of scenes im brainstorming, bulletpoints, entire SCRIPTS– it’s all there but scattered (I’ve got scenes planned in the margins of my goddamn anthropology notes and deciphering it was a NIGHTMARE) 

I won’t even upload all the photos of my writing notebook, because itd be like 50 pages of illegible nonesense. but heres a couple of planning phase pages. (may be hard to read, I dropped this notebook both into some tidepools, into a creek on campus, and accidentally leaked my waterbottle onto it in my backpack :/) 

if you can’t tell already, yes they all look exactly like this. Some are even more illegible, because I wrote them with the notebook half under my actual class notes. Because i wrote most of them in class. During lectures. And pretending very badly that i was not doing exactly that. (pay attention in class please i got away with this bc i was filling up elective units) 

I’m also flat out MISSING a large portion of my notes bc some of it? isnt even in the damn notebook. its on a sheet of binder paper, or on the empty back of an assignment. I’ve now lost most of those notes, but the ones i do still have are just as (even more, actually) indecipherable chicken scratch: 

Wow, how clean and tidy and easy to follow! i am in hell. 

and this doesnt mention the PAGES and PAGES of outlines that are on my laptop, and the pages of outlined scenes that are on the notes app of my phone. if i put them all, you would have entire chapter spoilers up to the very end of the story so i cant post a lot of them– and also theres just a goddamn lot of them. currently i have 16 pages of outlining. There are no spacing breaks. It is a solid 16 page block of text. Looking at it gives me a migraine. 

some assorted notes which i have dredged up from the deleted parts of the main draft google doc go all the way back to when i started Wror in June and they are Barely more readable than my handwriting on sheer account of: articulation is not my strength. These include: 

“Ch 8 plan: sabo gets trained specially, awakens his armament haki, beats ace in a bunch of spars and proves himself to be anything but vulnerable. The boys are like “we fucking recognize that technique ryu taught you before us!!” and goad ryu into finally starting them both on basic haki training, just to awaken it, since sabo already has. Also this is the chapter that ace finally confronts ryu for his devil fruit after ryu confirms that some devil fruit users can’t be hurt without haki and ace immediately catches onto that and tries to slam his pipe through ryus head. It doesn’t work, ryu catches the weapon with a haki covered hand, to avoid turning to flame with hit and ace just gets frustrated and accuses ryu of hiding his devil fruit, because he remembers what he saw in grey terminal and that now that he has seen haki he can distinguish it from what he saw and he’s sure no one could do what ryu did. He calls ryu a hypocrite for coddling them even after telling them to stop coddling sabo and ryu has to sit them down and explain that yes he does have powers and he has been hdiing it and explains his reasoning. However instead of understanding th eboys just get fired up and say they don’t wnt to be scared of fire, especially not when it means ryu isn’t taking them seriously in a spar. Ryu finally agrees to start them on desensitization training for fire trauma. Fire desensitization training happens on the beach, so that they have water nearby in case things get out of hand. At some point ace gives ryu a considering look and is just like “if you have a devil fruit that means you can’t swim either right?” and ryu is basically just like “lmao yeah” and then ace immediately attempts to drown him. Lots of murder attempts in ace’s department toget his older brother to be less of an idiot with little success lol(extra: ace tried to attack ryu earlier both to confirm that ryu has a devil fruit that would force him to use haki to hide it, and because he now knows that he CAN’T hurt ryu without haki and as thus can’t beat him and make him admit he’s awake without being good at haki.)” [chapter 8] 

“Small sabo lost his hat and goggles in the incident and while he doesn’t remember having them future sabo notices he looks uncomfortable and keeps touching his hair and head. Ace yells at him for it thinking he bandaging are bothering him and that he can’t touch them but little sabo just comments that something about it feels wrong. Luffy blurts our that he had a hat, like luffy does, But he doesn’t now ace begrudgingly mentions that they can’t get a new one in town. Future sabo doesn’t even hesitate and just plops his own hat onto his younger selves head. It clearly too big for him, and almost falls over his eyes but he grins up at future sabo and is like “wow!! Thank you! I’ll take care of it till I have one of my own” and creates a paradox like Luffys own hat. The footsteps younger sabo has yet to fill. This HAS to happen AFTER the talk where they explain that future and past sabo are both the same person, to give little sabo that pressure.” [chapter 9]

“(Right after this older sabo takes them down to the ocean so that they can play a little and desensitize themselves and immediately fucks himself over when he goes weak in the water bc he somehow fucking forgot his own devil fruit again and now even younger sabo is on his case about not letting him near the fucking ocean that little goddamn HYPOCRITE—) )” [for chapter 9]

“Ch 9 plan: they finally leave dawn island. Starts with the boys getting a haircut after training and luffy mentions how long it’s been since they’ve last needed a haircut, giving sabo and ace time to point out that it’s been 2 months now since ryu joined them, and that sabo was completely healed by now. The boys are now aware of the basics of haki, and while luffy hasnt awakened either yet ace and sabo both have a little bit of weak armament haki. (sabo won’t awaken observational haki until he gets his memories back) ryu tries to sneak off into the city to steal a boat but his brothers refuse to leave him behind and keep sneaking out after him, not wanting him to go alone and saying that since he’s been training them they’re clearly stronger and he needs to let them do this. Ryu eventually just lets it go because why the fuck not it’s a dream and they make him feel better. They get the boat out on open ocean and finally fucking sail out, cheering loudly, ryu struggling to make them all calm down but also not really trying. He’s happy as shit, and they’re all so excited and happy and sabo dips a hand into the waves and then smiles so fucking wide and tackles ryu so violently they both nearly tip into the water and it’s just very very good. “ [also for ch 9] 

** I flat out dont Have any outlining from before chapter 6, because i only started actually outling chapters after that. i tend to just sit down and Write up until i hit a plot point or writers block and then am forced to actually think it through and plan rather than letting it come naturally. thats also why the quality and editing is better in later chapters despite everything being written within the same time frame. 

besides entire chapter outlines, there are the scene specific phone notes like:

“(ADDED) Right after they leave dawn, when sabo is sure they’ve gotten enough of a head start, he calls Garp. He doesn’t say who he is, but that all of the boys are safe and happy with him and has them all talk into the phone to assure him that they’re fine. Garp is honestly just pissed off he doesn’t know who’s calling and when he asks sabo just laughs and says a disobedient brat before hanging up. “

“(ADDED) TO EXPAND ON CH 3: sabo gets offered the chance to go with dragon, and he hesitates on the offer to go through with his previous life with the family he’s made in the revolutionary again. He almost agrees, because the bought of losing them in this lifetime is near excruciating but reminds himself swiftly that it’s no place for his brothers and not what they’d really want, and he wants selfishly to be with them as long as he Can until he “inevitably” wakes up. The boys are visibly relieved by this, especially ace. (Sabo gets asked who he is by dragon, who wants to know more about the stranger with his son, but dragon has always been quicker to make connections no one guessed and he just smiled knowingly at sabo and tells him he’s sure the other will have no trouble finding them if he’s in need. Sabo in turn warns him to keep Kuma close, and to look for a slave girl named koala.)”

I have…. many of these. I have Many of Everything. 

finally, i have scene doodles. if i hit a bad writers block it usually helps me to sketch scenes or the character designs to regain my grip on what the hell is happening in the plot– Breach of Intention has character design sketches, pakcbond has MANY scene sketches, even some of my nsfw has some sketches. my wror skecthes arent Good of course, I am an art teacher for children and that means i am more often explaining the color wheel and brush techniques over drawing perfect human replicas– and i just dont really make a lot of fanart? ive never drawn sabo before but i sure have a bunch now. i wont include close ups because they genuinely suck but heres an example pic 

So… yeah thats about everything. this is a VERY long post and yet i only included like maybe ¼ or 1/5 of all the notes i have dbskhjgfkjadns lmk if anyone wants more (or notes for my Other stories, which contain NO WHERE the same absurd amount of shit that wror does.)

[matronaa]

Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz  e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it  and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is  l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i  d i e  for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das  a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur  like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

[letspanicatthedisco-imagine-blog]

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Request:  Hi! Can you do a Brendon Urie imagine where they are secretly dating and they get caught making out by the rest of the band?

“You guys ready to go?”

You, Dan, Nicole, Kenny, Brendon, and Zack have plans to go out for drinks after the show. It is mid way through the tour, which has flown by. You have been on tour selling merch at the shows and handling merchandising and advertising demands on the road. Little did you know how close you would get to everyone- I mean I guess you should have assumed spending 24 hrs a day with these people it would be inevitable. What took you for a complete surprise was how close you and Brendon had grown. You guys had an instant connection and it grew from there. He became one of your best friends like the rest of the guys, but he grew into so much more. It's not that you don’t think the guys would be upset or irritated about yours and Brendon’s relationship, but you both agreed to keep your relationship under wraps. For starters you, the rest of the band, and Zack had such a dynamic and you didn't want to ruin that. What if it made everyone uncomfortable? Could you hang out with just the guys and not be the annoying girlfriend who tags along? Would Nicole feel ostracized- you were the closest to her and you hated not being able to tell her. Dan and Kenny wouldn't be able to see you as just one of the guys if they knew, could they? You raked your brain as you imagined the possibilities of being completely transparent with your relationship and it is terrifying. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you fucked up anything about this tour, this band, and the crazy time you all had- any of it. So you and Brendon decided to keep your relationship under wraps until the tour ended- when things were settled. But that didn't keep you from Brendon- it couldn't even if you tried. Something between you was electric. You guys would find excuses to sneak off and be together- late night chats outside the bus, quickies in the dressing room, and on the off weeks of tour you would split going to your place and his.

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“Yeah, its really cold though- anyone have a jacket I can steal?”

“Yeah!” Brendon answered, way to quickly “It’s on the bus, we can just run and grab it and we’ll meet you guys there.”

“Cool” Dan said as he finished gathering his belongings “ Y/N just text me when you guys get there”. Everyone aside from you and Brendon started walking to the bar while you two went over to the tour bus.

“You can steal my denim jacket- I think it’s over on the top of my bunk”

You nodded, walked over to the bunk and threw on his jacket. It fit Brendon loose so you basically swam in it, but you loved that jacket. He basically lived in the jacket- it was incredibly worn with loose threads and tears all along the bottom edge and sleeves and the elbows were so worn out and faded. It smelt strongly of pot and after shave as you wrapped it around your body.

“Damn” Brendon exclaims, leaning against the sofa running the walls of the bus.

“What?” you asked walking over to him. You stand facing him, in between his legs. He bites his bottom lip and grabs the edges of the jacket.

“You just look really sexy in my jacket.” He pulls the jacket toward him pulling you along with it. His kisses you softly on the lips, still gripping the worn edges of his jacket. Your kiss gets more passionate quickly as he pulls one of his hands under the jacket to your lower back. You softly bite the bottom of his lip (which you know always turns him on). He pulls back slightly and with a mischievous smile walks toward you as you backup- until your butt is pressed against the counter on the opposing wall. He grabs your waist and lifts you onto the counter. You stretch your hands around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. His hands find their way under the jacket, which had now fallen revealing your shoulder. Your kisses are passionate and his hands graze further under your loose tank top. You let out a soft moan as he moves from your mouth to your neck and collarbone and

“OH SHIT… uhhh… I”

There at the top of the stairs of the bus was Kenny, wide eyed and probably wishing he was anywhere but there. And in that moment, so did you.

“I just uhhh forgot my wallet sooo Im gooing to … uh… yeah … I’ll see you guys there.” He tripped over his words, avoiding any eye contact with you or Brendon. You couldn't even look at him you were so mortified- you just looked down at your shoes, wishing you could melt into the jacket. Kenny grabs his wallet off the table by the front of the bus and heads back outside. You hear the doors of the bus close shut.

“Shit.” you mutter under your breath and jump off the counter

“Babe, its fine, he probably didnt see anything..”

“Bren.” “Ok so he definitely did…”

You push past Brendon and start pacing the bus. Bredon sits on the sofa, hands in between his legs, hunched over as he watches you pace back and forth. “Y/N” its fine babe, relax. So what- I mean I told you since day one I think it's fine if the guys know.”

You groan and walk over the the counter across from Brendon and lean against it- facing him. “I just… I don't want things to change. If we fucked things up…” “Y/N” He motions you to come over to him as you comply. He grabs your hands in his.

“They were going to find out in a few months anyways, and honestly I'm surprised they don't already know. I mean it was only a matter of time before I lost all restraint and jumped you in the middle of a show or something”

You softly kick his foot as he laughs. His goofy, wide grin makes you chuckle

“It's going to be weird, right?” You ask him, looking in his eyes seeking some sort of assurance or comfort, even though you already knew the answer.

“Absolutely” he answered honestly. He strokes your arm as his other hand squeezes yours. “Everything is fucked?”

“God damn near apocalyptic.”

“Ugh” you pull him up from the sofa “Alright let's go”

-------------------------------------- You walk over to the bar and spot the guys at a table through the window. The staff brings you over to the private room and you throw your phone and wallet on the table.

“Hey- sorry we’re late”. You waited for the jokes, the remarks, and having that very uncomfortable conversation where you had to answer why you tried to hide it, how you guys started dating, blah blah blah- but it was almost unnerving how ordinary the night went. No one said anything about you and Bren- no weird smiles, hinting comments- nothing. The weirdest thing to happen was Kenny talking about the duck he almost fought on the walk to the bar, but at this point in the tour even that seemed pretty normal. At some point someone had to say something? You guys were too close for no one to

“So Kenny did you like the show?”

say something. Brendon sat there with a wide smile, winking at Kenny as he took another sip of his beer. Of course it was Brendon- just couldn't resist the impulse to bring it up. You nudge Brendon hard in the arm which only makes him laugh as he nearly spits out his beer. “I mean very subpar- very subpar” Kenny says in a pompous tone as his begins to swirl the whisky in his glass “The plot line- very predictable. And the male lead, not even good looking. Kind of a prick”  He continues to joke with such extravagance “ Too predictable of an ending- solid 7/10.” Everyone laughed and the night went on as you all chat and drank. At one point you and Nicole went to get drinks at the bar “Sooo you didn't tell me Brendon were a thing?” “Ugh I know, I’m sorry. I just.. Didn't want to fuck things up- you know?” You took a sip of your drink “We were going to just wait until after tour but I guess that didn't happen”

Nicole nodded and grabbed her drink from the bartender. “Did you know?” You ask her directly. She was being so nonchalant about the whole thing. “You guys are so chill. I mean it's not like I expected a big hoopla about it or anything but a reaction at least?”

“I mean we didn't know you guys were actually together, but no shit we knew something was going on- we do have eyes”

You laughed as Nicole nudged you, almost knocking you off the bar stool. “Haha no for real though, we all figured something was going on between you two. Just being around you guys- anyone can sense it. I assumed you guys at least talked about it with each other or something- at least I hoped so. And honestly, I am so happy for you guys. When you are around Brendon he is just so much happier- not so... all over the place. I think you really center him.”

You smiled in relief as Nicole continued “Thank god you guys are actually dating- or Zack was about to meddle in haha!”

The remainder of the night was wonderfully ordinary, as you were so grateful it was. You all went back to the bus and spent the remainder of the night writing jokes of songs, making dumb snapchat videos, impersonating each other- you had a particularly good Zach impression if you do say so yourself. As the night progressed everyone trickled to their bunks leaving just you and Bren on the sofa. You sat with your legs bent over his as he played with the rips on the knee of your jeans.

“You know” Brendon looks at you, pushing your hair behind your ear “I'm going to miss the secret dating thing.”

“You know that is your fault. You are the one who offered me your jacket” You smiled at him as he grabbed the collar of his jacket that you hadn't taken off all night.

“Dont regret that” He pulled you in close and with a raspy, tired voice whispered in your ear “You look sexy in my jacket”

[spideyydarling]

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: 5 and 95 for the prompts please! With either Tom or Peter, I like both. GO FOR IT JORD! YOU CAN DO ITTTTTT!!!!** **

Prompt: 5. “I'm not here to make friends” 

           95. “I think i'm in love with you, and that scares the crap outta me”

Word count: 2116

A/N: this is my first ever fic I've posted, so sorry its really bad. thanks kaiti ( @lil-spidey ) for helping me choose and the beautiful spiderjizz cult who i love SO FUCKING MUCH and the girls in it who  inspired and encouraged me to start writing. 

It was your first day at your new school, all you wanted was to get through the day completely unnoticed, but, there was the undeniable fact that you were the newbie, you were bound to be noticed. First period had proved you right, you were late because you couldn't find your class, so when you stumbled in through the door all eyes were on you.

“Ahh, this must be (y/n),” the teacher boomed. You kept your head down, eyes darting back and forth between your hands and your feet, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. “Okay class, this is (y/n), uhhhh,”the teacher looked at you with eyebrows raised, motioning for you to clarify your next name.

“(y/l/n),” you managed to mumble, so distinct only the teacher heard.

“Alright, (y/n) (y/l/n), you can take the empty seat right there,” pointing to the last chair on the second row, you followed the teachers directions. You shifted from your position, and situated yourself in your new seat.

“Psst,” you looked to the left and locked eyes with the most gorgeous brown orbs you had ever seen, the boy himself was quite the looker. You couldn't help but smirk, the boy next to you was so cute!

“Hi, I uh, I-I’m Peter, Peter Parker,” he put a hand out, you looked down at it, then decided to take it giving it two quick shakes. “Hehe, um, (y/n) right?” dropping your hand and picking your pen up, you hesitantly answered.

“Yeah, im new.” idiot, you thought, why would you say that? Of course he knows your new, look at the way you tripped into the classroom!

“Oh yeah, did you move here recently?”

“yeah, Queens, in this little apartment block with my mum.” okay then, give him your social security number too why don't you

“Hey! I live in Queens too!” Peter said a little too enthusiastically.

“Shush Peter,” the teacher yelled in our direction, luckily though, no one seemed to really notice you, only Peter.

“S-sorry sir,” Peter stuttered.

“God, Penis Parker, s-s-stop s-s-stuttering,” a rude boy (whom you soon found out was named Flash Thompson, school bully, but mostly a bully to Peter) announced from across the classroom, which sent  the class into a quiet fit of laughter. Peter's face went scarlett. After the class had settled, he whispered back into your direction.

“So, why did you come to this school? New friends? Or-”

“I'm not here to make friends,” you cut him off abruptly. Just as he was about to respond, the bell went, signalling next period, but peter continued to make conversation while you both packed your things up.

“Well, uh, what’re you here for then?” he questioned, placing his book in his bag.

“To graduate.” you told him.

“Well, we’re all here to graduate, anyway, what do you have next?”

“I have..umm..” you checked your timetable biting your lip in concentration, knowing little that the boy was watching you intently, hoping you had the same class so he could talk to you more, he had never seen someone so beautiful, he was adoring you. “I have english.” peter grabbed your timetable off you and scanned it.

“Hey look!” he looked up with an ecstatic smile plastered on his face, “we have the same classes!” you couldn't help but grin back at him, his smile was contagious, and his eyes were sparkling. Peter Parker, you thought, maybe it would be good to have a friend while i'm here.

“Okay (y/n), uhhh, seems like everyone else is gone, maybe we should too,” he gave your timetable back to you and slung his bag over one shoulder. You watched him as he headed over to the door, mesmerised by the boy, for some reason you couldn't shake the feeling that a zoo had just landed in your stomach. “Well, uh, l-ladies first,” he gestured towards the door with a nervous chuckle, putting a hand to the back of his neck.

“Uh, yeah, thank you,” you walked over and flickered your eyes to his, seeing that he was staring at you. A rose colour creeped its way into your cheeks as you walked through the door.

It was your second week at your new school and you and Peter had gotten close quickly. He introduced his friends to you, Ned and Michelle. Michelle and you ot on really well, too.

Ned was great, funny and made Peter laugh a lot, which in turn, made you smile.

“So, like, what happened to Liz dude, you haven't talked about her once since (y/n) came to the school.” MJ said at lunch, whilst snacking on a floppy chip. You knew of Liz, you had PE with her, you guys had never really talked, but you knew she was gorgeous and really, really sweet. Peter looked at you straight in the eye before looking back down at his food.

“W-w-what are you talking about, Michelle, what do you mean what happened to Liz? I-i-i don't know.” you couldn't see his face, but you were certain it was not its normal colour.

“Yeah man, what ever happened to her?” Ned inquired. You leaned towards Michelle, who was seated next to you.

“What’s this about Liz?” you whispered to her.

“Oh, that loser,” she nodded to Peter's direction, where he and Ned were having a private conversation of their own, “is, well i guess used to be, obsessed with her, made googly eyes at her everyday, drooled and everything. Eh, who cares anyway, not me at least, it's good not hearing all the pining over her anymore.” and at that, she continued eating, the conversation clearly being over. Looking over at Peter and Ned, you saw that Ned’s expression was a mix of understanding and glee, you wondered what they had been talking about.

“Oh my god dude! How did i not realise this earlier!” Ned exclaimed

“Shhhh Ned, please, don't tell anyone, especially not (y/n),” Peter hushed.

“Don't tell me what?” you looked at Peter, then locked eyes with Ned, giving him a glare telling him c’mon Ned, tell me, but he just looked at Peter and told you,

“Nothing, we didn't even say your name??” Peter looked at you with longing in his eyes. What weren't they telling you? Why couldn't Ned tell me, especially? You’d just have to get Ned alone.

“Ned! Wait up!” you jogged your way over to his locker, where he was putting his books away. It was the end of the day so you were pretty sure Peter wouldn’t be around, he always disappeared around this time.

“Whats up, (y/n)?” Ned asked you. This was your chance.

“Ned you gotta tell me, please??” you pleaded him.

“Uhhh, tell you what? I know nothing,” Ned darted his eyes to look anywhere but at you.

“Ned, please.” you managed to make contact with his eyes, you knew he would tell you now, you had your puppy face on.

“Okay, fine. You can not, i repeat, CAN NOT EVER, let Peter know i told you.”

“Okay” you promised, fingers crossed behind you back, just in case, you know, for luck, or whatever.

“He really reeeaaalllyyy likes you (y/n), i don’t know how i missed it, its soo obvious. I have a feeling you really like him too, huh.” your face was no doubt red, giving away all hope of hiding the fact that you really did like him too, a lot. “See, i knew it. I think you guys need to talk, about stuff. Anyway, i'm going home, i just got a lego death star”

“Yeah, uh, send me a pic when you finish it,” you breathed out. You stood stock still in shock. Peter liked you? Omg, omgomgomg, Peter Parker likes me back, you thought, a smile stretching across your face. You got home s quickly as possible, sprinting past your mum. Once you got to your room you jumped up and down and squealed out in glee. You got your phone out of your pocket and texted Peter.

Hey, Peter, can you meet me?

No more than a minute later, your phone buzzed

Yeah, of course! Ill be at the park in 10!

You grabbed an apple on your way out of the house and walked down to the park, it usually took you about a 15 minute walk, but you got there in 8 due to the fact you were running from unending energy, a newfound mix of happiness and nervousness in your stomach fluttered around. Peter wasn't there just yet, so you plotted yourself onto a bench awaiting his arrival. You were restless, to say the least. Your mind couldn't stop thinking of Peter. You'd only known him two weeks, but your heart wouldn't stop chasing your stomach every time you saw him. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't even realised when Peter walked up to you, not until you felt the weight shift on the bench. Your eyes searched the chocolatey ones gazing down at you.

“Hey, (y/n), what’s up?” Peter could sense the edginess pouring out of you, “is everything okay (y/n), tell me, you know you can tell me right? I'm here for you, just, uhh, just let it out.” he shifted his body to face more towards you.

“nothing is wrong Peter, matter of fact, i think things are pretty good,just uh, well, do you-umm-well how do you feel,” you took in a shaky breath, not being able to word the sentece correctly, “i just need you to be honest, Peter, okay??” Peter nodded slowly confused by what you were saying. “Do you like me?”

“Of course i like you, (y/n), you're my friend, a really good frie-”

“No, Peter. That's not what i mean.” you looked down at your palms, tracing the lines in them with your eyes. Peter's face was scrunched up in confusion, not understanding.

“Oh,” Peter mumbled after a few moments, realising what you really meant. He put a finger under your chin, leading your face to his direction. He moved his hand to softly cup your face, while he peered into your eyes lovingly. Dropping his hand into yours he said, “(y/n), i-i do, i r-really really do like you. In fact, i think im falling in love with you, and that scares the crap outta me,” your heart stopped with the realisation of what was happening in that moment.

Peter jerked his eyes between your lips and eyes, slowly moving forward. You stared at his soft, sculpted lips, also, inching forward, until finally you both met. The kiss was soft, short but sweet. You twirled your fingers through his hair and kissed him again, more profound this time, less hesitant. He cupped your face before he pulled away.

“I think i'm falling in love with you too, Peter Parker,” you murmured.

He had a grin from ear to ear. Diving in for another kiss, you were interrupted by vibration in your pocket. Your phone displayed the following words:

New picture message from Ned

“Its from Ned,” you say, unlocking your phone. Both you and peter untangle from each other and stare down at the screen.

(y/n) I FINISHED IT!! Look! Btw if ur with Peter tell him i had a bunch of fun making it without him! :((

It was a picture of the Lego death star, you smiled up at Peter and tilted your phone so he had a better view.

“Whoa! Thats heaps cool, wait a second, what does he mean by ‘if you're with Peter’? Oh god, he didn't tell you, did he?” you diverted your eyes from him.

“Uhhh, no, of course not,” you lied

“Ugh, Ned!” Peter groaned

“Hey, good thing he did tell me, you never would have told me your feelings otherwise,” you laughed with Peter.

“Yeah, i guess im pretty lucky,” he smiled at you.

Dude that looks so good! Peter said he loves uuu!

Placing your phone back into your pocket, you looked back up at Peter.

“Anyway, where were we?” you grinned, placing another kiss onto his lips.