#so glad i actually already had something for this

[tomezatos]

[Transcript of an omake from Mob Psycho 100:

Reigen: Ah, how's that lawyer I introduced you to? Has it been done? I see... your sender information disclosure request to the provider has gone through. I'm glad with that. The school has no choice but to acknowledge bullying is actually happening. No, no... I just thought it was odd that a child would be sent alone to a haunted location in the first place... I'm glad he came to us for advice on this. Exorcisms are easy, what's truly scary is what goes on between living people. ...No, no, it's me who's overstepped their bounds... He's enthusiastic about this, is he? Naturally. He had the guts to go into an abandoned building, after all. Alright, please call again if there's anything you need.

Serizawa: Who was that?

Reigen: Some primary school kid stopped by here on his way home. There was something off, so I asked him what was happening and found out there was some bullying going on. So... as a spirit specialist, I contacted the families of each kid. Feigning that I'd like to talk to some of the people involved in what looks like a scary haunting. I tried to talk to them, but their parents got upset with me. The bullies showed no sign of remorse. Staff at the school didn't even investigate the bullying. Not only that, they dismissed the fact it was a daily occurrence. That got under my skin... So I went searching through social media and found some excessively slanderous posts sitting on a secret website for that primary school. That's where our counter-offensive begins.

Serizawa: I was bullied at primary school as well.

Shigeo looks at him.

Reigen: Really?

Serizawa: Yes. In many ways...

Shigeo: What kind of primary schooler were you, Serizawa-san?

Serizawa: I... didn't have any friends, I guess. I gave people the creeps... I wouldn't move from my desk during break time. Not ever. How about you, Kageyama-kun?

Shigeo, thinking hard about this: I... tried my best not to use my powers at school. So I was often scared. Looking back, I suppose I was also bullied.

Reigen: ...Kind, introverted people are easy targets... You guys weren't weak, but there were truly weak people who took advantage of your nature... How annoying... I guess it can't be helped that the two of you were so reserved, but it is a shame. You guys could have had popular and rosy childhoods depending on how you used your powers. Well, doesn't matter how many times I tell you guys this, it just doesn't click.

Serizawa: So how was your primary school life, Reigen-san?

Reigen: Mine? It was, uh, very... fulfilling.

Shigeo: Fulfilling?

Serizawa: I imagine you felt like the center of the class, unlike us, right?

Reigen: Y... yup, center, sure... I feel like my seat was in the middle of the classroom?

Shigeo: Where you sat is irrelevant, no?

Reigen: Well, uh... Rather than being a leader, uh... I more had a charisma that made me stand out... I'd look deeply into things and act on them...?

Serizawa: Wow! So do your classmates from back then still rely on you?

Reigen seems to fall into despair.

Reigen: Er... well, my charism was more if-you-know-you-know, you know... If-you-don't-know-you-don't-know...?

Neither Serizawa nor Shigeo understand this.

Serizawa: I'd like to hear a story from back then.

Reigen: Well... to be specific? I put a lot of emphasis on tackling social issues? Rather than school life... yes, like volunteering? ...Which was valuable in teaching me independence? And influenced my current personality? Even though I was in primary school, my childhood was a nurturing time for me. There is evidence? To suggest that my time in at primary school was fulfilling? It is indeed not an exaggeration but a...

Serizawa: That's amazing! I respect that! Even as a child, you were already such a dependable person.

Shigeo: That's the first time I've heard this but that's really amazing. To think there are primary schoolers as self-aware as you were, Shishou. I'm jealous of your classmates.

This reaction makes Reigen sit at his desk, feeling small and ashamed.

Later, he is wearing a track suit and squatting down to collect trash at the park with a pair of tongs. Text reads, "After seeing their reactions, Reigen began looking for ways he could help."

End transcript]

Mob Psycho 100 NEW Omake⑩ - ENG

The new omake posted by ONE (aka ‘Bullied & Such Consultation Office’) on 2022/12/07 is now translated and typeset - the latter done by @lesbianlarxene over on Twitter.

[sillygoose067]

hi!! is it possible for you to write one for lewis pullman in general or bob floyd inspired by this

Hi! Yes of COURSE it’s possible, I’m so glad you asked :) I chose to do Lewis for this one, but maybe in the future I’ll do a Bob Floyd version… 🤔💭

Also the tweet itself is so funny I swear I’ve seen it like 50 other times and still laughed at it. Thanks for bringing it back!

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Plus One, Minus Me

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You were halfway through another spreadsheet, fingers stiff from typing, when your phone started to buzz across the desk. The screen lit up with a name that made the corners of your mouth soften—Lew💞.

You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, already grateful for the break. “Hey, you,” you said, brushing a crumb from your lap. “What’s up?”

His voice came through, winded. “Quick question—where are you?”

You frowned faintly, clicking away from the screen. “Um. At work? Still chained to the desk. Why?”

There was a shuffle on the other end. Distant laughter. A thud, like someone had dropped something nearby. And then—faintly—a child's voice calling for someone named "Captain Lewis."

“…Wait,” you said, straightening up. “Where are you?”

“I’m at your family’s place?” he replied, like it was obvious. “The cookout. The one you told me about last week?”

Your brain did a somersault. You yanked open your calendar. June 25th — Family cookout, 3 PM — backyard, bring something sweet?

Oh god. You had told him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I completely forgot.”

“I thought you were just running late,” he said, unbothered. “Your mom texted me the address this morning, so I just showed up. Figured it'd be polite to shake some hands and make a quiet exit.”

You groaned, already burying your face in one hand. “I had back-to-back reports this morning. I didn’t even think—I’m so sorry—wait, how are you even surviving out there? My family’s like, full-contact socializing.”

There was a brief silence, and then a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, I didn’t really get a choice. Your aunt handed me a pair of tongs before I even finished saying hello. I’ve grilled, stacked chairs, lost a round of trivia, and now I’m being roped into a scavenger hunt by your cousin? I think I’m her team captain now?”

You could almost see him: sleeves rolled up, awkwardly trying to blend in, probably blushing his way through small talk while balancing a paper plate.

“Lewis,” you sighed, equal parts charmed and horrified.

But he didn’t hear it. His voice had shifted, distracted again. “Wait—someone’s calling me—uh, hey, sorry, I can’t really talk right now, I’m being drafted into backyard dodgeball. Your dad’s on the opposing team and he’s been warming up for ten minutes—I think he’s taking this personally—okay, gotta go—bye!”

Click.

You blinked.

He hung up.

He actually hung up on you.

To play dodgeball.

At your family’s cookout.

That you forgot about.

A scoff caught in your throat—half disbelieving, half amazed. You shook your head and stared at the phone like it had betrayed you. Moments later, a message came in.

A photo. Blurry but full of motion. Lewis in the foreground, red-cheeked and triumphant, clutching a foam ball like a prize. Behind him: your dad mid-sprint, your cousin ducking for cover. Someone had stuck a makeshift nametag on Lewis’s shirt. It read: “TEAM MVP.”

Then came the text:

Lew💞: “Tell me this counts as cardio. Also tell your mom I’m winning? Sort of.”

You felt a smile start somewhere deep and involuntary. A quiet warmth that spread beneath your ribs.

You: “I can’t believe you’re just out there bonding with my entire family without me:(”

Lew💞: “Yeah, well. Someone had to represent you. I’m doing my best. Now if you’ll excuse me, your uncle just pulled out the water balloons.”

Pause.

Lew💞(follow-up): “P.S. Tell your boss you’re missing a great pasta salad.”

———

You managed to finish up your shift a little after sunset, eyes heavy and brain gelatinous from too many hours of spreadsheets and fluorescent lights. But as soon as you clocked out, your feet moved on instinct. You barely thought about it—just turned the wheel and pointed your car in the direction of home. Or at least, the temporary version of it: your parents’ house, backyard still glowing with string lights and the leftover echo of laughter.

By the time you pulled up, most of the chaos had thinned. The crowd had quieted to clusters of folding chairs and flickering citronella candles. A few cousins darted around with glow sticks; someone had put on an old playlist, the kind that lived in your family’s blood more than memory.

You stepped into the yard with a breath held like a confession.

Your parents were at the patio table, sipping something warm, plates scraped mostly clean. Your mom saw you first. Her eyes lit up, though she didn’t rise—just waved you over with a small smile.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as soon as you reached them. “I completely spaced. Work swallowed me whole.”

Your dad waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. We figured you’d show up when you could.”

“Besides,” your mom said, patting your arm. “Lewis made up for both of you.”

You blinked. “He did?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, grinning. “He’s been playing referee, grill assistant, magician, babysitter, and apparently—”

Your dad cut in. “—the reigning water balloon dodge champion.”

You laughed, cheeks warming. “Where is he now?”

Your mom stood, nodding for you to follow her through the side of the yard. “He wore himself out. The little ones ran him into the ground.”

You passed the garden hose, a collapsed beach ball, and a pair of soaked sneakers—evidence of earlier warfare—and then turned the corner into the screened-in sunroom.

There he was. Sprawled on the old futon like a crime scene outline, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. His shirt was damp, hair tousled, and someone had draped a beach towel over him like a blanket. Your youngest cousin had left a juice box balanced precariously on his chest.

You stood in the doorway and just stared for a second. He looked so comfortable. Like he belonged there. Like your family had absorbed him fully, and he’d let it happen.

“He kept saying he wasn’t tired,” your mom said quietly behind you. “Then he sat down for one second and passed out like a light.”

You glanced at her, grateful.

“Thanks for looking after him.”

She touched your back, light as a whisper. “He fits, sweetheart. Good one, that boy.”

You smiled, then stepped forward to kneel by the futon. You gently moved the juice box, then brushed a hand along his arm. “Hey,” you murmured. “Ready to head home?”

He stirred, blinking slowly, smile groggy and crooked. “Did we win?”

“You definitely lost consciousness, so… sort of.”

He laughed under his breath, voice husky with sleep. “Your cousin is terrifying. I think I work for her now.”

“Come on,” you said, nudging him upright. “Let’s get you out of here before she demands overtime.”

You guided him to the car, waving your goodbyes over your shoulder as he leaned sleepily against you, still radiating warmth from all the attention and adrenaline. And as you drove, his head tipped gently against the window, you couldn’t help but marvel at it all.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, the stars were out and the air had that summer hush to it—cool against your skin, the kind of quiet that only arrives after a long, noisy day.

Lewis was half-asleep again in the passenger seat, arms folded, head resting against the window like he might be dreaming something sweet. You hated to wake him, but the porch light flickered on as the car door opened, and he stirred on his own, rubbing at his eyes.

“Home?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Just about.”

Inside, you helped him kick off his shoes while he yawned like a cartoon character. He dropped his keys twice, then muttered something about how your cousins had “the combined energy of a nuclear plant.” You snorted as you tossed the spare blanket from the couch over his shoulders and went to fetch a glass of water.

When you came back, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes soft and half-lidded, just watching you.

“You’re staring,” you said, offering him the glass.

He took it with both hands, sipped, then said, “Your mom likes me.”

“She does.”

“Your dad said I throw like a ‘real man,’ which I think was a compliment.”

You laughed and leaned your hip against the counter. “You made quite the impression.”

He gave a sleepy smile. “I just didn’t want them to miss you too much.”

That made you pause. Then step forward.

And tuck a hand into the curve of his elbow.

“I think you distracted them just fine.”

You guided him to the couch and sat down beside him, legs curled under you, shoulder brushing his. He exhaled, deep and slow, like he was finally letting go of the day.

After a moment, you reached over, gently pulling a stray blade of grass from his hair.

He watched you with that look of his—soft, a little amused, all affection.

“Thanks for showing up,” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Of course.”

“No, I mean… not just for me. For them. For being there, even when I wasn’t. You didn’t have to.”

He leaned back, head tilted, eyes studying you in that unassuming way of his. Then: “Yeah, but you love them. And I love you. It’s not that complicated.”

Your breath caught a little. Because of how easy, how logical he made it sound.

And how right it felt, hearing it here, in this quiet pocket of the night, after everything.

You didn’t say anything right away. Just reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his.

Outside, a cricket chirped somewhere in the dark. The kind of sound that only made silence feel more full, not less.

Eventually, he sank sideways into the cushions and pulled you gently with him.

And there, tangled together on the couch, your fingers still warm in his, you revelled in this love you'd found.

[boy-eater11]

ℳ𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒾𝓇ℯ𝒹 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

Volt x reader x Eddie- Smut

- You come to them late at night unable to sleep. The breaker box boys have a fun idea to fix that issue, and you're more than happy to participate.

CW: Polyamory, Nsfw, Praise, Threesome, Eiffel Tower, Oral M! receiving, Gn reader but AFAB anatomy, Hair pulling, insomnia,

It was late. Ridiculously late. But, you had already spent several hours laying in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, and you hadn't managed to make any more progress towards actually sleeping.

That's how you wound up nervously standing outside of the upstairs hallway closet, still wrapped in your blanket, anxiously debating whether or not your insomnia was troubling enough to bother your boyfriends.

You knew they would come to your aide, although Eddie would likely be reluctant, they would likely do whatever they could to comfort you. You also knew how important it was that both of them got plenty of time to relax. Running the breaker box was draining for both of them, and you had regularly been the one insisting that they needed to rest.

Sighing deeply, you opened the closet door, knocking on the small metal door of the breaker box and rubbing your eyes. Next thing you knew, you were in the empty club, two tired and concerned faces looking back at you.

"It's awfully late live wire." Volt said, placing a gentle arm around your shoulder. "Is something the matter?" He planted a soft kiss on your temple.

You shook your head slightly and sighed. "I'm alright... just couldn't sleep...' you said, frowning slightly.

"Aren't you the one who always tells us to get more sleep?" Eddie huffed out, although his voice was still soft and laced with concern.

"I am...I'm really sorry to bother you I just-" you mumbled out.

"I'm just teasing live wire...I'm glad you came to us." Eddie said, smiling softly and taking his place on the other side of you.

"What's keeping you up? Anxiety? Too much Caffeine? Stress? Lay it all on us my dear.' Volt said softly, rubbing gentle circles onto your lower back.

You shake your head softly, letting your shoulders relax and pulling the blanket draped across them tighter to your chest. "Too much energy I guess..."

Eddie chuckled, rustling your hair affectionately. "Well, you're welcome to cozy up with us for the night."

You could almost hear the slight smirk grow on Volt's face at the suggestion. He leaned down slightly, his lips hovering slightly above your ear. "We could always...make you tired..." His deep seductive voice sent shivers down your spine.

Your cheeks warmed as your mind quickly became flooded with less than holy imagery. The words loomed in the air for a moment, before you softly turned to meet Volt's suggestive gaze. "Do you....have anything in mind?"

The boys exchanged knowing looks before turning their attention back to you. Suddenly making you realize, they did in fact have something in mind.

"We've been wanting to try something new. We understand if you don't want to but...we were wondering if we could... Eiffel Tower you." Eddie mumbled out, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

Your jaw might as well have been on the floor. You had considered the idea before, although you had never expected the two of them to bring it up so plainly. "Are you serious?" You say, your eyes wide with shock.

Volt nodded, smiling sweetly. "We love you live wire, so if it's not something you want we will drop it immediately but-"

Without a second thought, you pulled his lips against yours. Eddie chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing himself up against your back. As you pulled away from Volt, you were greeted by the dazed but excited expression on his face.

"You sure about this live wire?" Eddie said softly, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across the side of your neck. You nodded limply, a dopey smile growing on your face. "Yes... absolutely..."

Volt smirked, slamming his lips back into you. He slotted his leg between yours, pushing you even further against Eddie, who gave a soft groan that vibrated against his neck.

Your eyes flutter shut, letting yourself fully melt into the feeling of the two men pressed against you. You felt Eddie's hands begin to wander, slowly pulling the blanket off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

As soon as it hit the floor, their hands were on you. Volt had one reassuring hand on your cheek and the other resting on your hip. Eddie's arms were wrapped around you, one slowly shaking it's way underneath the hem of your top and resting against your lower stomach.

You whined softly, causing Volt to pull himself off your lips and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh live wire... you're so needy aren't you?" His voice sent shivers through you.

Eddie chuckled at his words, finally pulling his lips from your neck and smirking proudly at the already visible dark blotches littering your skin. "So fucking gorgeous...makes it hard to contain myself." He muttered, his voice dropping slightly.

You whimpered softly, a shiver running down your spine as you felt his fingers gently hook into the waistband of your pajama pants. "You're still 100% sure about this right?" Volt said, his hand releasing from your hip to grip onto his belt.

"Mhm...god yes please." you whine, meeting his gaze with a desperate intensity. In response he kissed you again, and in one motion unbuckled and removed his belt, tossing it off to the side.

As he pulled away from the kiss, you made the next move. Very swiftly removing his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He groaned softly in response, and Eddie chuckled. "Oh damn, you're even more desperate than I thought."

Eddie slowly pulled at the hem of your pants and panties, teasingly slowly sliding them over your hips and letting them fall, leaving you exposed to the two men. You let out a soft moan as his fingers slipped between your thighs, teasing running over your lips before sliding his hand out again, revealing the thick coat of wetness coating them.

Volt chuckled deeply at the sight, palming himself softly through his boxers. "Fuck...this is going to be amazing..." His voice trailed. You then slid his boxers over his hips, letting his hard cock spring out proudly. You felt Eddie's hand push on your upper back, as he pulled your bare hips against him. Forcing you into position between them.

You wrapped a hand tentatively around Volt's cock, pulling him into your mouth. He gave a deep groan, letting his head roll back slightly. Eddie ground his hips against your bare ass, letting you feel his hard cock though his pants.

You let out a needy moan, sending vibrations through Volt that made him shiver, causing him to wrap his fingers into your hair. You heard Eddie undo his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground as he slid off his boxers. He pressed himself back up against you, letting his hardness press up against your exposed wetness.

You moaned again, and Volt tightened his grip on your hair, Guiding your head to take him deeper into your mouth. You gagged softly, which caused him to let out a rough growl. "Shit... Eddie please fuck her already. I don't know if I can take this much longer."

Without another word, Eddie slipped himself between your folds, plunging himself into you. You moaned again, and he did too. You whimpered softly at the feeling, but continued to suck on Volt's cock eagerly.

Eddie very quickly established a pace, rocking his hips against yours and grunting as he felt your insides clench around him. You, similarly matched his pace against Volt's cock, feeling the hard tip slam against the back of your throat with each thrust.

With every rough thrust from Eddie, you let out a desperate moan around Volt, who groaned in response. Eddie grunted softly with each movement, his grip on your hips tightening as he slammed himself deeper into you.

"F-fuck live wire....we would have done this sooner if we knew you were gonna be so fuckin good for us." Eddie grunted out, gripping even tighter onto your hips. Volt let out a shaky chuckle in responding, tugging softly at your hair.

"You're doing so so well for us." Volt said, his voice coarse and shaky. You took him even deeper into the back of your throat, gagging slightly around his cock. Eddie groaned, feeling you tighten around him as you gagged.

"Shit... you're gonna make us both cum if you keep that up" Eddie huffed out, his cock twitching slightly as he quickened his pace. You moaned again, unable to respond but feeling your undoing similarly approaching.

Volt's head rolled back again, biting down hard onto his lip. "S-shit I might not be able to go much longer..." He whined out as you continued to take him deep into your mouth, his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each thrust.

Eddie chuckled, pushing himself harder into you, chasing his own release. "Neither will I...and I don't think they're gonna make it much much longer either." He groaned, feeling you twitch around him.

You shuddered slightly, your core tightening more and more with each second. You felt so full, your entire body felt enveloped by pleasure. You could hardly think, your mind almost completely empty.

Volt moaned, tugging on your hair again. "Mhn...how bout we all release at once?" His voice sent shivers through you. "You can be good and cum with us right live wire?"

You tried to respond, although your response came out as another moan as your mouth was still completely full of Volt's now pulsing cock. Eddie grunted again, his fingers almost digging into your hips as he continued to fill you.

"F-fuck...I'm almost there..." Eddie grunted out, his cock twitching inside you, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through you that settled in your core. You felt yourself teetering over the edge, the knot in your stomach unbelievably tight.

Within seconds, you feel the knot inside you snap, accompanied by the two men filling you entirely. Volt pulled himself from your mouth, a trail of salvia and cum still leading from your now swollen lips to his cock. You swallowed eagerly, licking your lips to remove the last remnants of it as your body still shook.

Eddie's cum filled you, his cock twitching violently inside of you before slowly pulling out, leaving you suddenly feeling empty. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back to rest against his chest and support you as you caught your breath. Volt wrapped his arms around the both of you, resting his head against Eddie's.

"Tired now?" Volt said, his voice strained and exhausted. You looked up, meeting the glazed over expressions of the two of them, no doubt matching your own.

"Completely exhausted." You remark, melting further against the two of them.

- (AN): thanks for reading! I'm working on a sub! Timothy timepiece fic rn, so check back soon if you want that! This is entirely unedited, so pls don't mind any spelling issues, I just wanted to get this out before too long.

[opiumwings]

prank’d — sophia laforteza

– you pull a prank on sophia, telling her your ex texted you and you’re going to meet up with them – word count: 708 words

you walked into your shared bedroom to see sophia sprawled out on the bed, scrolling on her phone.

“hey babe, you remember yunjin?”

“the one that’s your ex?” sophia looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah. she just texted me—wants to meet up for brunch.”

sophia paused, staring at you like you’d just told her something crazy, which you had. “we literally just had breakfast.”

“well yeah, but i haven’t seen her in a while,” you shrugged, heading to the closet.

“i didn’t even know y’all still talked,” sophia said, sitting up.

“we do sometimes,” you replied casually, flipping through hangers.

she tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she watched you search through your nicer clothes. “i just think it’s wild that this is the first i’m hearing about it.”

“i didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“so how long has this texting thing been going on?” she asked, arms now crossed.

“it’s really recent.”

“and that’s not weird to you at all?”

you waved her off. “she’s not like that,” you said, hiding your grin as you turned back to the closet, because honestly, you were about to start laughing.

you laid a silky dress on the bed, the kind you usually save for date nights, then grabbed your cutest sandals from the rack.

“wait—you're actually going?” sophia's voice pitched up, eyes wide in disbelief.

“umm, yeah? i told you i was.”

“wearing that?” her eyes darted between the dress and you.

“i wanna look nice,” you said with a smirk.

sophia went completely silent, processing everything you had just told her. you kept moving, pretending not to notice.

“okay���” she finally said, standing up. “then i’m going too.”

“huh?” you turned to look at her.

“i wanna meet her.”

“why? you don’t even know her,” you said, but she was already yanking open the other side of the closet.

“i just need to know why this girl thinks it’s okay to be asking my girlfriend out on a date like it’s not weird.”

“it’s not a date. it’s just brunch with a friend,” you said.

“‘just brunch with a friend,’” sophia mocked, yanking a dress off a hanger with unnecessary force. “there’s no way you actually think i’m buying that right now.”

“i don’t know why you’re so pressed. she’s my ex for a reason.”

“oh please. you’re putting on your best dress for this date, and i’m supposed to act like she’s not a threat?”

“you don’t have to be jealous,” you teased, finally letting your smile break through.

“okay, now you’re making me feel crazy,” sophia said, rolling her eyes.

that did it. you burst out laughing.

“what’s funny? i wanna laugh,” she snapped.

“i’m so sorry for doing this to you,” you said, walking over and pulling her into a hug. “i was just messing with you.”

you turned her toward the small camera strategically set up nearby. “say hi.”

sophia stared, blinking at the lens. “you stress me out,” she muttered, trying to push you away, but your arms stayed locked around her.

“i’m sorry! i wouldn’t actually go see her.”

“move. i don’t like you right now.”

“nope, you have to,” you said, still laughing.

you leaned in to kiss her. her lips were pressed in a firm line, but she didn’t move. and when she finally kissed you back, it was with a lot more fire than you expected. so yeah, definitely not mad anymore.

when the kiss broke, you grinned. “the girls are gonna love this video.”

“i’m glad you get along with them so well,” sophia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes again.

“we just have something in common,” you said, pressing another soft kiss to her lips.

“so, yunjin never texted you?”

“nope,” you shook your head. “haven’t heard from her since the breakup.”

“good. keep it that way.”

you kissed down her jaw until your lips brushed against her ear. “sophia… you’re the only one for me,” you whispered.

“of course i am,” she whispered back, voice low and sultry against your neck.

you walked her backward toward the bed, easing her down on top of the clothes you’d laid out.

“let me just remind you of that,” you said, climbing on top of her.

[callofthefae]

1. My eighteen-pocket coat that I sewed 18 years ago (it fits everything in it!), my phone, and all of my Loreena McKennitt records.

2. Annachie Gordon by (big shock here) Loreena McKennitt. It’s arguably the most haunting song of all time and I highly recommend it.

3. I love reading, listening to music, daydreaming, singing, writing, learning new things, ranting about topics I’m interested in, sewing, and playing the many instruments I can.

4. I don’t really celebrate holidays that much, but I participate at the local Beltane festival every year, and it’s mystical in a way I cannot describe.

5. I am a singer, author, instrumentalist, actress, anthropologist, and painter.

6. I’m going to be honest, I have too many different friend groups to choose one person who I hang out with. (I also have quite the tendency for reclusiveness, so….) If I had to choose one person, it would probably be my friend and band member, Dan Walsh, who I’ve known since I was eight.

7. One hundred percent night owl. I’ve been staying up till sunrise reading since I was four.

8. If I had to choose, probably llamas! They’re adorable and interesting!

9. I am nothing if not extremely introverted. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t tour often (also why I don’t act that much despite many offers). People usually exhaust me.

10. No! Quite frankly, I’m very glad I don’t.

11. Sort of cottagecore mixed with light and dark academia. I do dress more casually often, though, but I love wearing more fashionable outfits.

12. I love bad movies, so my favourite movie would probably be Joshua and the Promised Land, a horrid movie that I found on DVD at a thrift store last year. The animation’s awful, the story’s confusing, it’s a Christian movie, it’s so bad it’s perfect. My friend Tony is a film buff, so I enjoy traumatising him and making him watch these with me.

13. Crushes? Mayhaps, but despite my hopelessly romantic nature, I am romantically hopeless.

14. Libra. Honestly, I despise the idea that these in any way, shape or form determine your personality.

15. Anything that involves bread or cheese!

16. I am a musician and anthropologist, travelling is a part of the job. My travels throughout the world have influenced the music I make.

17. Again, it’s kind of part of the job, although I may have gone a bit overkill with them. I can play twenty-nine, most notably the harp, hurdy-gurdy, Byzantine Lyra, bagpipes, fiddle, piano, accordion, bouzouki, cello, and oud.

18. I don’t really have anyone I’d call my best friend, but Dan, as I mentioned earlier, has been my friend for the longest and is one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met.

19. Maybe not a least favourite, but I distaste the taste of chocolate. I also despise seafood.

20. Áine Noelle O’Cleary. Áine for the Queen of the Elves, and Noelle for…actually, I have no fecking clue why that’s my middle name. I guess my parents just liked the sound?

21. Actually, not at all! I love savoury and salty things, though.

22. I don’t really have any nicknames. Perhaps it’s because my name’s already short? A friend of mine who constantly will come up with the oddest wordplays for another friend of ours whose last name starts with Mc has tried some with my surname, but nothing has stuck.

23. The phrase “lock in”, proshippers, socialism, people who don’t understand that you can think something is immoral without thinking it should be illegal, bi erasure, ace/aro erasure, gender roles/stereotypes, conformity, people who don’t believe in true love, people who don’t have a sense of wonder, people who don’t take anything seriously, people, monolingualism, anti-intellectualism, over-consumption.

24. No, but I’ve thought about getting a cat!

25. Staying at home!

QUESTIONS TO ANSWER AS YOUR 𝒟R 𝒮ELF ✸

ib this post from @zaddizu & heavily ib premiumbitch ★

#1. what are 3 items you can’t live without?

#2. favorite song?

#3. what are your hobbies?

#4. favorite holiday?

#5. what do you do for a living?

#6. who is someone you always hangout with?

#7. are you a night person or a morning person?

#8. favorite animal?

#9. introvert or extrovert?

#10. do you have siblings?

#11. how do you dress?

#12. favorite movie / tv show?

#13. do you have a crush / significant other?

#14. what’s your zodiac sign?

#15. what’s your favorite snack?

#16. do you travel a lot?

#17. do you play instruments?

#18. who is your best friend?

#19. least favorite food?

#20. what’s your name?

#21. do you have a sweet tooth?

#22. nicknames your family or friends call you?

#23. what is something that annoys you?

#24. do you have a pet?

#25. do you prefer going out or staying at home?

[rawme-price]

the fact you made healer!reader ace actually made me grin so so much, i literally thought of it before fully reading it 😭

love your stuff so much♥️

Glad to see people like ace!reader :] I lowkey deliberated heavily abt revealing it or leaving it vague bc I got backlash on another blog for doing something similar. But it had already been pretty integrated into the story from the start lol.

I think itd be fun to have reader just wanting to practice their magic on like soap or someone, little notebook at their side. And soap is just *lost* in pleasure, tears clinging to his lashes and moaning like a whore all while reader is casually jotting down what methods work for what lol.

Anyways love u aspec people <3

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Secret Secret - Chapter 10

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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When Felix had received a call at nearly 4 in the morning, his first instinct had been to ignore it. His hand had reflexively hit the volume down button, silencing the call, and he closed his eyes in hopes of falling back asleep. But then his brain processed exactly who had been calling him, and he got up so quickly his body got tangled in the sheets.

He answered the call as he tried desperately to untangle his leg.

“Chris?” He whispered, trying not to wake up Hyunjin.

“I need your help.”

Those were never good words to hear from his leader and pack alpha. It wasn’t that Chan never needed help, but it wasn’t often he would willingly ask for it, nevertheless this early.

Felix’s nerves were instantly at an all-time high.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” His alpha reassured, although he sounded tired. “It’s not actually me who needs your help.”

With a sharp tug, Felix let out a loud huff as he finally managed to free his leg. He shuffled to the bathroom as he answered.

“What is it?”

He closed the door as quietly as he could.

“Minho’s going into rut.”

Felix paused at that. Minho’s rut wasn’t as regular as Chan’s, but it normally happened at least every 3 months. His last rut had been in August, meaning this current one was about 2 weeks early. It was unexpected, but considering his own heat had also shown up as a surprise nearly a week ahead of schedule, maybe their pack bond was compensating.

It did make him worry slightly. Seungmin had his heat scheduled for the beginning of next year, but if it came early, the singer might miss their end of year performances.

It was something to think about later.

“Do you want me to get Hannie?” Felix asked, flattening out his hair.

“No, I need you to come down to the lobby. Take the stairs, the elevator is out of commission right now.”

Felix frowned, cracking the bathroom door open to check on Hyunjin. “Okay? Why don’t you want me to get Han first thought? If Minho’s going into rut, he’s going to want him there.”

“Minho’s stuck in the elevator,” Chan sighed.

“Oh.” Felix blinked in surprise.

“Hmm, and he’s not alone.”

-0-0-

Felix hadn’t run down the stairs once he had gotten the full scope of the situation, but he did move faster than he probably should have after just waking up. He was starting to sweat, and he had forgotten scent blockers, so the lobby was already starting to fill up with his cinnamon even before he spotted the firefighters, but then normally sweet spice began to burn as his anxiety rose.

Chan approached him with a grimace. “Felix, it’s okay. Calm down.”

“Are they okay? What did the hotel staff say? Can we get them out?”

“Lixie, breathe,” Chan said, and his own scent began to spread out.

Felix took a deep breath as he was told, closing his eyes at the familiar lavender and pineapple that he was met with. He shook his hands out.

“Sorry, sorry.” His own scent was pulled in.

“They’re both fine, I just talked to Minho,” Chan confirmed, rubbing a hand up and down his arms. It was chilly in the lobby. “The firefighters are working on getting the doors open.”

“What even happened?”

“They think a cable snapped. The safety mechanism kicked in to stop it from hitting the ground, but it jammed the wiring somehow. They’ll have to open the doors manually.”

Felix was glad Chan waited until the firefighters had arrived to call him, because he couldn’t have imagined having to wait over an hour just to be reassured that his friends were alright. Even the 4 minutes it took for them to pry the elevator doors open felt like hell.

He took his unofficial assigned job seriously, being the second person to greet the two figures exiting the elevator, with the head firefighter being the first.

He didn’t even pause at the odd sight that greeted him. You were staring up at him with bleary eyes, the corners tinged purple, and he wrapped his jacket around you as a pretense of keeping you warm, but in reality, he was doing his best to hide your scent under his own. To be fair, Minho’s scent was strong enough to cover both of you at the moment, but he didn’t want to take any risks.

You had trusted him with this secret. He would do his best to make sure you were okay.

Although at the moment, you were most definitely not okay. He almost felt tempted to glare at his hyung, who despite being in the beginning stages of his rut, was far more clear minded than you were.

The firefighters were checking on Minho, but one moved to stop you and Felix as he tried to guide you out of the elevator.

“Are they okay?” he asked in broken English.

Felix was grateful one of them spoke English, because his Japanese was not the best.

“Yeah, just a little tired. I think my other friend might need a little more help.”

He would feel guilty about throwing Minho under the bus another time, but you were starting to lean all of your body weight on him, face seeking out his neck.

Chan met his gaze as he passed, giving him a small nod.

Every hotel they went to had to have a designated heat/rut area for guests who needed a place to ride one out. The managers were more than happy to book a room for Minho for when he was released from the elevator (free of charge they claimed – an apology for the elevator breaking down), but both him and Chan had agreed it would be a good idea to get you into a shower, a change of clothes, and some scent blockers.

It was mostly a precaution to keep your presentation a secret before the managers would be informed on the situation (the fact that none of them had been alerted was both relieving and worrying), but now there was a more pressing need to get you into an isolated room, one where he could check on you properly.

He wasn’t sure what happened in the elevator, but you were in a drop.

Felix had his fair share of experiences with drops, both personally and from his members. Your omega was calling the shots right now, and he needed to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless while you were out of it. Already, he could feel you nosing at the scent gland on his neck.

“Lix,” You whispered, tongue darting out to lick a stripe against his skin.

His breath hitched, heart starting to beat faster. He was thankful that the stairwell was empty, because he didn’t think he had it in you to stop you if you decided to continue. Thankfully though, you simply dropped your head against his shoulder with a soft sigh.

You also started dragging your feet.

“Come one,” He hissed, moving to adjust his grip on you. “Work with me here. It’s just one more floor.”

The two of you were nearing the last few steps when you paused a second to look up at him, blinking slowly.

“Felix?”

He let out a soft hum to show he was listening, reaching out to steady you as you began to tilt forward.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Where’s Minho?”

“He’s okay,” Felix assured you. “Come one, last step.”

“Where are we going?”

“To get you cleaned up,” He said, although he was re-considering the original plan.

The idea had been to get you cleaned up and send you back to your room before your roommate noticed you were gone, but you were likely to be out of it for a little while longer. In all likelihood, you would probably need the rest of the night (or morning, his brain supplied him) to gain some control, at least enough that he could send you back up without worrying about you slipping up in front of someone who didn’t know your secret.

He bit his lip.

“I can get cleaned up in my room,” you slurred, leaning into him again.

Thankfully, they were close to the room Chan had booked.

“I don’t doubt that. But we want to make sure you don’t accidentally reveal your omega status to anybody else,” Felix explained, opening the door.

You didn’t answer, instead letting out a soft hum as he led you into the room.

The room was spacious. It had a large king-sized bed with a soft comforter and extra blankets at the end, a desk in the wall furthest from the door, and in the middle of the room was a couch and a small table over a large fluffy carpet. Two doors were to the immediate right of the entrance, most likely a closet and the bathroom.

It smelt sterile, like most heat/rut rooms did.

You didn’t seem to like that, your nose scrunching up adorably as you entered the room. Felix closed the door behind him, slipping his phone and yours onto the table near the entrance, watching as you stood in one place, eyes blankly staring at the room without seeming to take anything in.

He was close behind you as you began to move towards the couch, suddenly flopping down like a puppet who’s strings got cut. The only sign you were okay was the soft sigh you let out.

Felix settled carefully on the edge of the couch next to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

That made sense. As you moved around to get comfortable, his jacket was thrown off and Felix was hit with your scent for the first time. He closed his eyes as vanilla began to invade his senses, a hint of cinnamon and maple mixing together into the sweetest combination he could imagine. Your feet pushed up against his thigh as you stretched, and Felix grabbed your ankle out of habit, thumb rubbing against your skin.

Your scent grew stronger in pleasure, and he had to swallow down the desire that began to grow in his lower body.

“Lixie,” You whispered, eyes only half open.

“I’m here,” He assured you, pushing out his own scent in hopes of calming your omega. “Get some sleep.”

You mumbled something, eyes finally fluttering closed.

Felix spent way too long watching you as you dozed, something in his chest feeling both heavy and lighter than normal, It wasn’t until the door opened with a click that he finally looked away, carefully quiet as Chan practically dragged Minho into the room, the dancer letting out a growl.

He had spent the better part of 8 years getting to know his packmates in their best and worst moments, and learning to understand their pushing points, so he wasn’t worried when it looked like Minho was seconds away from biting Chan. He simply watched as the eldest flicked Minho in the nose.

“Don’t give me that. I’m not giving you a hand job in the hotel hallways.”

Minho, with his sweaty hair pushed back and flushed cheeks, looked far too appealing for Felix, who was already struggling to maintain calm. The last thing he needed was the rutty alpha stinking up the room and pulling you from your sleep to satisfy his desires, which judging by the red strip of skin on your neck, it wouldn’t be the first time.

He cleared his throat. “You’re not going to be able to do that here either.”

It was only then that Chan noticed you on the couch, and his brows lifted. “What are they still doing here?”

“They’re in drop,” Felix explained, shooting Minho a look.

At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“That’s my fault. I might have gone a little overboard when scenting them.”

“You think?”

Chan clapped a hand on Minho’s shoulder to silence whatever reply he had been preparing, steering the alpha towards the bathroom.

“C’mon, you need a shower.”

Felix didn’t mention the obvious lie, knowing it was his leader’s best attempt to keep some decency in the room for your sake, even though you were asleep. He pretended not to notice the lewd noises that could be heard from under the sound of the shower, and he pulled his jacket back over your body to cover up as much of your scent as he could when they exited nearly an hour later.

Both alphas were too exhausted to do more than wish him a goodnight before they fell asleep. Even though he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, Felix stayed awake, his omega needing to watch over his pack at their most vulnerable.

He didn’t bother correcting his omega’s thoughts of you being a part of the pack. The mix of scents on your skin and the mark against your neck confirmed that it wasn't only Chan who felt the same. It was almost disappointing you weren’t interested in being courted.

But he wasn’t convinced you were entirely against it.

He respected your choices, but he was also hoping that someday you would change your mind, and he would finally get the chance to bring you in. It could take years, but Felix was willing to be patient. Even if he needed to wait until his career was over and was no longer an excuse. Even if he had to hold secrets from his members until then.

Felix had gotten attached, and he wasn’t willing to give you up without a fight.

-0-0-

If there was ever a reason to thank whoever invented elevators, it was now.

You understood why the hotel would place the heat/rut rooms in the basement (to prevent scents from affecting others), but it unfortunately left you having to jog up multiple different floors of stairs to reach the floor you would be meeting the boys at. You managed to make it the first 2 floors with little trouble, but then you began to grow tired and slowed down enough that you started to think about what you were going to say.

I’m an omega - Straight to the point? Probably not the best.

Maybe an introduction? They already knew who you were, but you hadn’t really talked to any of the remaining members except for Changbin. Should you give them some backstory? Explain how this all started?

You felt almost frustrated by your spur of the moment decision. You wished you at least had a chance to think about this, but you had only given yourself 15 minutes to work with, most of which was spent climbing the stairs. The one thing you were thankful for was the lack of people in the stairwell.

You did pass a couple who nodded politely to you, and there was the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere below you, but you were only two floors away at this point and your anxiety was starting to grow.

You took a moment to breathe, leaning against the railings with a sigh, and you began to notice the sound of footsteps that was growing in volume as it got closer. You frowned.

There was someone running up the stairs.

After leaning farther to get a look below you, you realized that the person running up the stairs was none other than Chan. And then you were left with worry that something had happened.

“Chan?” You called down to him.

He paused, snapping back to look at you in surprise, and a wave of emotions crossed his face before setting on something you could almost describe as relief. You stayed put as he called out for you, watching with confusion as he continued his race up.

Even as he grew closer, you didn’t seem to realize that you were who he was running towards until he was in front of you, chest heaving with the force of his breaths, his forehead pulled taught with the pull of his brows, a hand reaching out to touch your arm with a strong grip, like he was afraid you would run away from him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, as if somehow you had made a bad decision.

You blinked. “What?”

“Are you-“ He paused at a buzzing noise from his phone, sticking his hands into his pockets to mute the call before he continued. “I got your text.”

“It wasn’t really meant for you,” Was the first thing you could think of, followed by, “Shouldn’t you be with Minho?”

“He’s fine, Han and Felix can look after him.”

“Oh.”

Chan looked almost exasperated, fingers digging into your arm. “Sweetheart, are you really going to tell them?”

You couldn’t tell whether he was happy or mad, a smear of scent blockers keeping his feeling close to his chest, and you could only stare at him wearily.

“Yes?” His eyes narrowed, and you instinctually took a step back, his grip on your arm dropping. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“What I wanted? Why would you think I wanted that?”

You were starting to grow frustrated. “You’re the one who said I could trust them.”

“And you can! But you’ve been so insistent on keeping the secret, and all of a sudden you want to just … tell them?”

“I don’t want to tell them,” You corrected, as his phone began to buzz again.

Chan ignored it. “Then why are you?”

“Because I can’t stand to see anyone else get hurt.”

“Get hurt? What are you talking about?”

“Jisung!” You yelled, finally raising your voice, only to wince as it began to echo. You took a deep breath. “Felix lied to him because of me. You were forced to lie to Felix because of me, and now Minho is going to have to lie to everyone. Every time your pack lies to keep my secret, someone ends up getting hurt.”

Even with scent blockers on, it didn’t take a genius to tell how you felt. Chan also seemed to know that telling you it wasn’t your fault wouldn’t do much for your guilty consciousness, and you were grateful when he didn’t try to contradict you or push you anymore.

Instead, he just let out a sigh, running his fingers through his bangs.

“Do you really think this is the right time for this?” He finally asked.

“There’s never going to be a right time,” You argued, even if part of you wanted him to talk you out of it. Convince you to do this some other time, give you a moment to think. But you were afraid that if you thought about it too much longer, you might never get the courage to go through with it.

You weren’t a particularly brave person to begin with. You tried to do what you thought was right, tried to be confident and stand up for yourself – but what you wanted didn’t always connect with what who you actually were. The fact that you had made it this far, having to lie everyday and work your way out of all the problems that came up, was insane.

You were thankful when Chan was stepping closer again, because his presence made your worries and thoughts waver.

“I don’t want you to think you need to do this for me,” Chan said. The creases in his face betrayed his calm voice, and you wondered why he was so bothered about this. Was it his guilty consciousness? Did he think you would blame him?

“I’m not doing this for you, Chan.”

“But you’re not doing this for yourself either.”

You were saved by Chan’s phone once again buzzing, and after a pointed stare, he finally pulled it out. He gave the caller id a quick glance before he once again muted it. He looked stressed.

“Is it Minho?” you wondered, but Chan eased your worries with a shake of his head.

“No, it’s my manager. He must have heard the news.”

“Shouldn’t you answer it?”

Chan gave you a look. “You’re avoiding my question.”

“I’m not arguing with you about this,” You told him, moving to make your way up the stairs. “I’m late as it is.”

His footsteps echoed as he followed after you, and it was then that you remembered that the two of you were basically out in the open, considering the out of commission elevators. Anybody could enter the stairwell at any point, and even though the two of you would have heard it, who knows what kind of rumors might start up.

Famous idol and female staff member seen alone in hotel stairwell. You could see the headlines already.

You shuttered at the sight.

“You should go talk with your manager.”

Chan followed after you quietly. It wasn’t until you reached the last step that he finally spoke, pulling your attention away from the dirty floor. “Why did you choose to meet them in Felix’s room?”

You paused. “It was the first one I though of. I wasn’t exactly thinking hard when I made the text.” You turned away from him in thought. “I just … Jisung was crying, and I made a split-second decision. All I knew was that I didn’t want to ever see him cry like that again.”

Chan was staring at you - you could see it from the corner of your eye - but you refused to meet his gaze. Instead, you maintained deep eye contact with a crack in the wall.

“I didn’t want any of you to be upset.”

He moved towards you, and you froze, heart beating wildly in your chest as he neared. Chan paused next to you, eyes heavy with something unspoken, before moving around you towards the door.

“Right. I’ll get going, send you a text when the coast is clear. Head straight to Felix’s room so nobody see’s you.”

“Chan,” You called out before he could leave, and he blinked at you in surprise. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t sure why you asked that. It must have been the lingering guilt – you didn’t want him to think you were mad at him, or resented him for what was your own decision, or, or, or –

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

“Are you sure?” You wondered, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from opening your mouth to ask, ‘are you mad at me?’ because that felt far too needy.

Chan’s brows pulled down. “I really am fine. I promise.”

And then he was gone, and you could only stare as the door slowly closed behind him, the sound echoing both through the stairwell, and your head.

-0-0-

He wanted to kiss you

Chan was normally good at keeping his instincts under control, but the urge had grown so strong that he forced himself out of the stairwell before he could do something stupid, like kiss you.

Would you let him?, he wondered.

It was something he had thought about before. It was something he thought about often, if he was being honest. When you and Felix first met, after the difficult conversation had ended and you were comfortable enough to actually sit down and talk with Felix. He had felt the urge build up as he watched his omega grow closer to you, could imagine the two of you growing closer in the future.

The urge had disappeared when you had seemed to realize it yourself. He had seen the way you grew quiet, hunching in on yourself like you had forgotten where you were. You had smiled at them despite the way your shoulders remained tense, and when you made an excuse to leave them, it was only to prevent Felix from finding out that he didn’t call you out on your habit of running away.

The urge to kiss you, to keep you close, to make you pack – it haunted him. He would never dream of actually courting you without the approval of his pack, and Felix knew that better than most. And when the omega had started bringing you up to the others to see their reaction, edging at the line you had drawn when it came to your secret, he knew he should have stopped him. But he didn’t.

Because deep down, he needed to know as well.

And it felt like he might actually have a chance as time went on. You trusted him on some level, enough that when you were in trouble, you didn’t hesitate to go to him for help. Even when he just wanted to use your mistaken luggage situation as an excuse to reveal your secret to the pack (it would help to ease the growing tension he could feel between Hyunjin and him), he instead chose to swallow down his wants and do what was right for you.

It made it harder to respect your choices when you made it so easy to fall for you. He wouldn’t find out until later what exactly it is that got you so upset, but somehow he knew that when you were dismissing the Japanese interviewer, it was in their honor. And then finding out that you were there for Han when none of the other members were available, and he found himself thinking about how well you could take care of his pack. That thought was still present in the back of his head when he could scent the faintest traces of your vanilla scent under Minho’s sickly sweet syrup after the two of you had been recovered from the elevator.

And in some instances, he felt almost responsible. He would be angry with Minho later for hiding his pre-rut symptoms from him (“I didn’t want to miss our first tour performance”), but he would also feel slightly annoyed that he missed them himself. The uncomfortable grimaces he brushed off as the eldest dancer overworking himself, the short temper he attributed to the approaching concert.

His biggest warning should have been the way Minho had been increasingly overprotective over Han, to the point of nearly shoving him out of the way to reach the beta when he found out he with in distress. You had texted him that you weren’t sure Han would want the company, but he didn’t know how to tell you that the alpha had already disappeared down the hall.

Part of him also felt guilty for the consequences that his inattentiveness might have caused. All in all, the elevator situation might have had the best possible outcome, but he struggled to fall asleep thinking about the what if’s. For his packmate to corner you on the elevator like that, his overprotective tendencies fired up through is pre-rut … Chan didn’t pin Minho as the violent type, but sometimes you could never be sure.

Minho had a harder time with his instincts. Especially his alpha’s need to keep his pack safe.

Chan was just glad that whatever happened in the elevator hadn’t caused any friction. If anything, it made the part of him that longed to have you in the pack harder to ignore, especially when he had finally seen you resting with your feet pressed to Felix’s thigh’s, the marks on your neck slowly turning a light purple shade.

Omega, his alpha practically sighed, ours.

Not mine – not his. But theirs.

Pack.

The word felt like a punch to the gut.

It was rare for a sub gender to claim someone as part of the pack like that – not when they didn’t have the rest of his pack’s scent, not when there was no claim on you, not when he couldn’t even be honest to the rest of his pack about how he felt.

He didn’t want to admit it, but when Han had shown up at their door asking to be with Minho and a lingering curiosity about you being an omega, he was glad you were opening up. It felt like the first step to making his wishes reality. He had rushed after you to make sure you weren’t experiencing any omega drop side effects, that this was actually something you were doing with a clear head and not just a spur of the moment decision.

But he was glad. He was so happy it felt like his chest was going to burst with the feeling, and so like you had so many times before, he found himself running away from you. Not because he was afraid to let you in, but because he was afraid of pushing you away.

You had made your boundaries very clear.

And if he wanted to kiss you, to scent you until his claim was clear, to bite down and mark you in a way he hadn’t felt since meeting Felix – well, that was something he could keep to himself.

For now.

-0-0-

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[mona-risms]

whats goodie gang its the mira headcanons anon. i gotta say THANK YOU FOR THE FOODDD. also im back for more bc i fear your writing absolutely blew me away.

anyways may i request nsfw headcanons for mira w/ an afab reader? and kinda random but perchance could you throw a strap in there somewhere? okay bye (lifts up arms floats away into the sky)

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Mira x dom!afab!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think??

◆ NOTES: First off I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and second off I love her too bro I gotchu 🫡

OH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU. I love anyone who reqs afab reader actually BUT STILL.

Okay. OKAY. First off other people may say that this woman would prefer the dominant role BUT. This is a sub character blog. And I swear I have justification for Mira okay I swear I do

It's the fact that before she got into HUNTR/X, she's never really fit anywhere. Not with people in society, not with friends, certainly as hell not with her family. Before them, she thought that she'd never have a place where she could just.. belong, and honestly something like that can get ANYONE to feel like they're on some sort of constant survival mode as she refuses to let anyone see any sort of vulnerability that they may use against her

But then there was HUNTR/X, the people she considers the family she doesn't even wanna lose, no matter what. And then there was you. You, who gave her the time, the space, the understanding, instead of dismissing her for her unsavoury bluntness or thinking that she was nothing but a very prickly problem

I think your first time together wouldn't be until like. A bit later in the relationship, I think give or take around 6 months. Being in a relationship w her in the first place already means she trusts you more than most, but getting intimate with each other? First of all, an idol's schedule is BUSYYYYY idk if there'd be any time for that kinda thing, especially not when you're considered the Top 1 K-Pop unit. Second of all?

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to."

The words barely register in Mira's brain, the sound and sensation of her own heartbeat overrideing any other senses she had. When it does, however, her head snaps to look at you dead in the eyes, having to look up slightly due to your position—she was sat on the bed, with you having slipped into her lap in the midst of a particularly heated make-out session.

"Huh?"

"Your face," you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of pink hair behind her studded ear, "you look scared. We can stop."

She felt her heart squeeze, and a tingling heat in her core. It wasn't because of the way you dragged your hand from her ear.. to ghost her jaw.. before settling on her chin as your thumb lightly traced her bottom lip, though it did help a lot. Rather, it was moreso due to the way you had looked at her—years of living like you were nothing but a problematic inconvenience because your presence was too loud, and yet there was just this person who was willing to wait and listen anyway instead of walking away.

You looked at her like she hung the moon, what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

"No, it's--" The idol cleared her throat before trying again, her voice smaller than both of you had ever expected, "I'm not scared, just.. you're not.. going to think I'm too much to handle after this, right? I've never really done anything with anyone."

"Never let anyone get close enough?"

"Fuck you," there was no anger in her words. "..Yeah."

You just let out a hum, as if the two of you were discussing the weather rather than sex. And then you shook your head as your hand then went from her chin.. down to her the middle of her chest, "I'm not going to think you're 'too much', but we both know you'd rather see it than hear it. So." And you push lightly, "Lie down. Let me demonstrate."

A traitorous blush coated Mira's cheeks, the colour visible within the moon's glow. The light push couldn't ever be enough to knock her down, but she let herself fall back anyway, her hair sprawling behind her like a halo.

She finds herself enclosed within your arms a mere few seconds later when you crawl over to hover above the cool beauty, your lover. And in that very moment, when you duck down to trace kisses down her body while clothes are slowly discarded from both of your bodies, it feels as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

"Instead of 'too much'," you continued when you finally reached the apex of her thighs, wet and glistening, "I'll make sure you feel like you're mine instead.

Mira feels as if she really belonged.

Anyway proceeding to the actual NSFW hcs :3

Start off with Mira's part on this post bc I feel the need to address it again thank you

I think she'd absolutely ADORE soft sex actually. Listen throw away kinks for a second, right. She's gone without care for so long just bc her being a 'problem chold' and being outspoken would def equal to not needing any proper emotional care bc why would she need that? Clearly she can handle it all on her own, right? WRONG she actually needs to be taken care of. Finger her while holding her close so that she can cling to you, even after she cums all over your hand

Apart from that though honestly I feel like she'd be into bondage and acting like a brat. There's something about pretending to struggle and resist—emphasis on the 'pretending' bc be so fr all three girls could snap anyone like a Kit Kat bar thanks to their training—that has her thighs squeezing together. It's like a form of reclaiming I guess? Since everyone else thought she was too much trouble, and yet now she's sprawled on the bed and even the punishment for being a bad girl's sweeter than sin for her

Turnoffs........I don't think she'd enjoy titles much, like 'mommy' and such. Genuinely not for any reason apart from she personally isn't into it, which honestly fair enough girl. Idk if she'd enjoy petplay either, or degredation in general—it has her getting her hackles raised so fucking fast. Light degredation woukd be fine, esp when it's later on in the relationship and she 's more than comfortable with you now. But not too much yk

Creamer and someone who's definitely REALLY into overstim. Anyway

Also? A size queen actually 😄

Whenever Mira jokes by going full deadpan, sometimes you can't tell whether she's being serious or not. And that's perfectly fine, because either way it was usually going to end up entertaining one way or another.

You didn't think it'd apply to a talk about dildos, though.

In the midst of aftercare after a particularly taxing session, the lazy topics between you had somehow migrated to the talk of toys; the type the two of you would like, making fun of toher specific toys, and then...

And then there was the sizes.

You brought up getting your girlfriend the biggest, the most monstrous, the most diabolical strap you'd ever find. And her answer?

"Do it."

You really, really weren't sure if she was joking or not.

..Until today, when in the middle of eating her out, she reached underneath her bed just to reveal a blank box that held.. well, the exact thing that Mira's cunt now tried to hold onto despite you pistoning your hips over and over.

It wasn't the biggest, or the most monstrous, but it was definitely diabolical. You had to open her up slowly with a lot of lube, stretching her out with one finger.. then two.. then three, making sure that she could at LEAST take the start. The rest? The two of you decided to work it out as you went. ..Though it didn't feel like there was much 'figuring out' being done, not as if you were complaining—Mira's nails clawed at the sheets as she let out a series of sultry moans and curses under her breath, all while she moved her hips as if she were on some very enthusiastic autopiloting.

Her speech was jagged at best and utterly incomprehensible at worst, but she clenched on your strap as if it were something real—it couldn't even do so properly, not when it was already stretched out as is.

And you could never forget the stunned face she made when you put it on.. and the way her body shook as she came for god knows how many times now as she buried her head in her pillows in an attempt to shut herself up.

JUST SAYING AFTERCARW IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO IMPORTANT TO HER!!! She gets so endearingly quiet as the two of you just lay there for who knows how long. And she'll also ask if you wanna get anything to eat/get delivered. AND she'll ask you if you wanted anything before she passed out for a nice nap

It just turns into a cuddle sesh and honestly? What more could anyone ask for?

[theotherrookie]

Erica, of course, couldn't do anything but cheer at that. "Heck yeah! That guy deserved all the bruises he got."

Somebody had to stand up for children. It was nice of Travis to take the matter into his own hands.

"It sounds like willow and I." Erica said, before she pointed to her double, "She scares people just by standing around and nobody ever hears me coming!"

Both taking great pleasure from the effect they had on people. Willow's attention briefly shifted to the car as Travis got it started and listened to the noise of the engine just a moment before losing interest. Disappointing like its former owner. She might let the others keep this one, after all.

"I'm sure it would be her pleasure to do so." Willow replied, "You should inquire about it directly. There is a high chance she already has some stories to share."

It would have been beneficial in more than a way. The ghost lady would have loved to brag about doing something like that. Having that waiting for her on the other side might have actually persuaded her to take time off more consistently with her needs.

"Let's leave the area. Then I will provide directions to our destination." Willow instructed, "Or we could have a little fun with the GPS."

"We should put on that song that plays in that sketch with the three guys in the car!" Erica suggested.

"We shall, Erica."

They could indulge as long as it was funny.

Like a good host, Rook was keeping track of her guests, especially the ones who had visited before. Russell had made it through on his own last time, strong of the fact that the pocket didn't enjoy holding onto regular humans.

That had changed, but Lucien was already on the case.

"Well, now we know what it feels like to visit the Backrooms." the half fae mused.

"It's more like that infinite Ikea thing." Rook replied. She was quick to summon two endless shelves filled with all kinds of books and knickknacks that stretched past them as far as the eye could see.

It was an excuse to flex the full extent of her occult collection, but it also offered a distraction while she quietly reached to place her hand on Antonio's shoulder. Younger siblings had to be supportive too when needed.

"In my professional opinion, his entire family has never really shined in that regard." Veronica said, "They're just a bunch of power hungry hypocrites. It wouldn't surprise me if he was actively discouraged to improve his technique. He wouldn't be this deranged if he did. They essentially ruined their own child."

As a parent, she simply couldn't stand the thought.

Rook briefly looked at the chainmail, before shutting the chests. "I'm glad you didn't need that."

The battle had gone better than she could have ever hoped for. Both chests floated up to an empty spot on one of the shelves. They would be safe there for the time being.

"Alright, then. Let's all line up and follow mum outta here!"

Veronica sighed and moved to lead the way. "The first one to make a duck joke will take the express way out."

Lucien opened his mouth to reply, but decided for his own good to keep quiet.

Rook fell into step, moving more quickly now that her wings were gone.

"Do you guys mind if we stop by my stash? It's been a long fight..."

Her marks were starting to nag her already.

Erica's ears perked up. She was glad Travis appreciated her choice of nicknames. That meant they could both have fun with it.

"Yep! And then you could do all sorts of things like standing ominously behind someone, or breaking things in two for no reason—" she tilted her head, "Do you think you could break a phone book in half? We could also find other stuff that is more readily available than one of those old things."

Indeed, the elven shenanigans couldn't be so easily stopped once they were encouraged.

"Nah. Willow has to do her thing on that fancy dashboard screen over there." Erica paused to slide in once the windows were rolled down, "And I get more leg space back here!"

It wasn't safe to ride with her legs resting on the seats, but she too could have some fun while the kids weren't around.

"Or my creator's office." Willow added, "Some smokers do their very best to discourage others from getting addicted. They fail to realize that effort should be better spent towards dropping it themselves."

"But that gets some of them out of the way faster." Erica said, leaning back, "You know, Rook's mum goes back to the afterlife sometimes. I bet she's been looking for Cassandra..."

"With nefarious intent, of course."

Rook's attitude had to come from somewhere. They could only imagine the kind of commotion Veronica caused whenever she had to retire beyond the veil for a few days.

"Yeah. I don't think I'd be able to sit back here if we had to keep the windows up." Erica said, before grinning, "Hell yeah. Hit it, Willow!"

Willow placed a hand on the dashboard and quickly disabled the GPS, before tapping into the radio. She decided to start with a song that should fit everybody's taste, as well as the general atmosphere.

"I'm taking requests." she stated casually as she leaned back.

The pocket dimension used to be a secret so jealously kept it was at one point something of a mystery with the Order itself. Had he known about it, Five would have thrown a fit over how it looked like Rook might just start organizing guided visits at this point.

Lucien felt the need to keep an eye on Russell as they proceeded. He was in a pretty ragged state the last he had been there. Lucien figured it could bring back some bad memories.

"Well, I guess you guys now know where the mean monsters go when they get in the orb." Rook said, "This is actually more effective than standing around waiting to be smacked off your feet while in the middle of sucking someone off."

She had no idea why Five didn't use the orbs, but she had the feeling he either didn't know about them or simply refused to use them for some reason. He probably wouldn't have been such a sadistic freak if he for once did things like everybody else.

"Thank you, Leofric. I'll be happy to show you around." Veronica replied, before she stuffed a few more vials in her bag.

Rook did her best to help store all the equipment, calling up an extra chest for Leofric's armor. She appreciated the logic of leaving the bulk of their equipment behind. Not everybody's outfits fit like a glove the way her armor did.

So she considered her options, then decided to call up her necklace and hide her wings. "Well, that's one weight off my back."

Lucien rolled his eyes, "That certainly makes a difference."

"Hey. When I change out of this, it'll be into my pajamas." Rook snapped back, "Well, you could have Antonio take a thirty minute dive, or you could be stuck on the infinite stairs from Mario 64."

Both were equally unfortunate situations. But with Rook around, there was no risk of them getting lost.

"All because the Brotherhood guys are a bunch of idiots."

"Excuse me, they're my easily manipulated bunch of idiots." Lucien pointed.

"Yes, well, we can get going when you guys are ready."

[platypus-brained]

Okay so hold on, what's your opinion on "Deconstructing Doof"?

I was going to cover that episode and the newer Season 5 episodes in general but stopped because -> that post was soooo long <-

Anyways, this is a episode that I’ve seen people complain about because they wanted it to be more realistic on the actual therapy part (this is Phineas and Ferb though) and that Linda was neglecting Candace

I’m gonna be honest I’m not going to argue that Linda was being a good parent in this episode because the way the writers handled it was frustrating!!!

Candace: “I told you, my therapist is giving a talk!”

Linda: “I’m so glad you’re talking to someone about this. It’s all-”

Candace: “Come on, it’s already started!”

We’re not sure when Candace started therapy or if it was her idea or not but apparently Linda’s glad she’s talking about it with someone that’s not Stacy for a change

Anyway, what they made Linda do so she stays “oblivious” wasn’t funny if that’s what the writers were going for because I didn’t see anyone who found it anything but annoying

*Screen changes to show Candace with her eyes blacked out*

Dr. Shamai: “A teenage girl convinced that her brothers are time-traveling space voyagers who build elaborate inventions that mysteriously disappear each day.”

Linda: *rummaging through her purse* “Now where is that lip balm? What did I miss?”

Anyone else think Linda could have ADHD because she could not stay focused and would constantly get distracted. I feel like the writers could’ve had her pay attention to the presentation but not believe a word of it when the proof disappears and it wouldn’t have left the fandom as annoyed

Dr. Shamai: “Client 1 even told me her brothers are making a flying disco blimp tonight!”

Candace: “We’re gonna bust Phineas and Ferb once and for all!”

Linda: “Sorry, just ran to the bathroom. What’d I miss this time?”

Dr. Shamai: “The question at hand, is this all a delusion or could it all be true?”

Candace: “This is my moment! Woo-hoo! This is about meeeeeee!”

Linda: “Omigosh, I never realized that. Okay, bye. *takes out earbuds* Sorry, honey. Your Dad called with an antique emergency.”

Again I argued Linda is not perfect! She’s flawed and you can argue characters need flaws to be “human!” But this level of deliberate inattention was crazyyyyy

Again can we consider she might have ADHD or something? Also why did everyone’s purses fall like dominos??? Curse you, cartoon logiccc

Dr. Shamai: “My proof! Oh, my beautiful proof! What happened to my... Wait. The disco blimp! It’s real! It’s all real!”

Candace: “Yes, yes, YES!!!” *stands up and accidentally knocks over Linda’s purse*

Linda: “Oh, my things.” *causes chain reaction of everyone in the audience to drop their bags*

Then the writers think that the end where Linda and Candace hug makes up for all of that? Noooo!! No, it doesn’t! Unless we see Candace with a new better therapist in a future episode but the chances of that are slim

Linda: “Candace, perhaps we should get you a different therapist, one that won’t get dragged offstage in a public meltdown. That was a lot. Are you okay, honey?”

Candace: “Okay? Mom, I feel great! What Dr. Shamai went through just once completely broke him! I go through that every day! And look at me! I’m doing just fine!”

Linda: “Mmm, I’m so happy to hear that.” *hugs Candace*

*Candace’s eye twitches during the hug, which shows she’s not actually okay*

I use the pnf wiki transcripts to save time when I use a character’s lines in these posts and here’s what the wiki said:

(She gives Candace a hug, but Candace’s eye twitches indicating that she is not in fact fine.)

And here’s what the pnf wiki summary said:

“Linda suggests that Candace get her a different therapist, but Candace refuses as she feels great about that someone else went through what she went through. However, it might be suggested otherwise as Candace twitches her eye as she hugs her mother.”

Is Linda a good Mom in this episode?

Nope! I hate how she acted! I looked up who were the writers and to my surprise it was Olivia Olson and Martin Olson (who saw that coming?)

So is Linda a bad Mom in general?

Again that’s your opinion! But if you base your opinion mostly on this episode and ignore all the episodes that show Linda is trying (failing miserably but trying at least) then I’m kinda talking to a brick wall

Basically, do YOU think the good moments outweigh the bad?

And hasn’t your own Mom or a person in your life ever unintentionally hurt or ignored you? Especially when you were young? Do you still love them?

In conclusion, Candace and Linda are both doomed by the narrative!!!!!💥💥💥

Thanks for the ask!🩵

[applesaucesims]

The sun had mostly set, and the moon was already shining bright, when Erin ran up to the beach, where Kavi was already waiting for her, greeting her with an excited wave. The couple was quickly engrossed by each other, not noticing that, from just behind the bushes, they were being watched.

When Kavi had announced his plans for the night, Louis had come to the conclusion that it would be best if his friend had somebody there with him who could stand by and help, if he were to make a complete fool of himself. But, not wanting to sit there in the bushes by himself, he convinced a reluctant Zack to join him.

The remaining sunlight disappeared quickly, with the only light now coming from the moon. Although it had only been a few minutes, it had felt like an eternity to Zachary and Louis, who were already getting bored from just sitting and watching.

Figuring it could not get any more awkward, Zack decided to use the opportunity to come clean about something. Watching the couple in front of them made him wonder why Louis had asked him in the first place, when he really was the last person who would be able to help with girl issues. Although he had his suspicions that Louis had similar attractions to him, he could feel his nerves boiling over as he was trying to form the right words. He liked boys, not girls, and in his experience, people did not react very welcoming to that information.

However, Zack had nothing to worry about. Not only was Louis very much accepting of his friend's confession, he also eased the tension by coming out about his own preferences in that way. Although, he never really considered there to be much of any preference. He just liked people, really, and sure, sometimes that included his teachers, but that was neither here nor there. There was no time to think about people's gender when he had barely even figured out where he fit in himself, in the whole separation of boys and girls.

Thankfully, Zachary was understanding as well, or at least he did not want to bother Louis with any further questions, if he had them. Above all, they were glad to have shared a special bonding moment they had not had the chance to have with anyone else before. Somehow they knew this could be the foundation of great friendship.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Louis: "It's so romantic, isn't it?"

Zachary: "I suppose so. Why are we watching again?"

Louis: "Well, we've got to make sure Kavi doesn't embarrass himself."

Zachary: "Right..."

...

Zachary: "Gee, how long are they going to be?"

Louis: "Yeah, maybe this wasn't my best idea."

Zachary: "Uhm, while we're here... can I tell you something? I've got this secret, but I feel like you'd understand."

Louis: "Sure, I can keep a secret."

Zachary: "Well, when it comes to girls... I don't think I like them like that."

Louis: "Like what?"

Zachary: "Like Kavi, for instance. I always felt like I..." *clears throat* "I guess I'd... prefer boys."

Louis: "Oh! That's all?"

Zachary: "What- You don't mind?"

Louis: "Why would I?"

Zachary: "I guess you wouldn't. I've just had bad experience. Let's just say ballet isn't the only reason my dad kicked me out of the house."

Louis: "Oh... I'm sorry that happened."

Zachary: "It's fine. Life is much better with my aunt, anyway."

Louis: "Well, for what it's worth... I sort of like boys, too."

Zachary: "I, uhm, kind of figured. I saw the way you were looking at Mr. Booth that time."

Louis: "Oh... really?"

Zachary: "Hey, I was definitely looking, too."

Louis: *chuckles* "Well, I don't actually think I have any preference at all. I don't get the whole boys and girls thing most times, to be honest."

Zachary: "Don't worry. I can keep a secret, too."

[starryjkoo]

so can we talk about jikook now 😭

Ask #2

the amount of crash outs happening these past few days lol https://x.com/jikookreports/status/1937517826106921229

lmao, where to even start oh my god 😭 sorry this is going to be all over the place

they just spent 18 months together but the first thing they wanted to do post-military was travel together (and feed swans)? so not only are they not sick of each other after all that, they actually wanted to spend more time together? All of the other members have been doing solo activities, traveling solo, meeting up with their other friends, but somehow jikook, the only two members who were never separated, are the ones traveling together? For over a week? 😭 and they’re being all cute, giggly, and happy?

i mean, it’s not surprising because it’s jikook, but it’s still one of those times where they randomly do something crazy that not even jikookers were anticipating. and they really, actually don’t get sick of each other, which is also crazy to me. you would have to get along with someone so well to be able to spend that much time with them and in all those different situations too. we again already knew that about jikook, but every time i’m reminded it still surprises me for some reason. it’s why the story of JK going to jimin’s room for hours to hang out has always been one of my favorites. being so close with someone that you literally seek them out just because you find comfort in their presence is just so…

if it really is ays i’m going to go even more crazy because they genuinely love that show so much and that’s always made me so soft. they had so much fun making it, coming up with the title, the little catchphrase, giggling over their mishaps and hoping armys would find it funny. they really loved those trips. i think they also loved it because it was their thing that they created together, if that makes sense. i thought they were even a little protective of it in jeju lol. i just think it’s sweet how much they loved it, so if they really wanted to continue it first thing out of the military? like they mentioned having all these late night conversations about their future plans, so were they really in their talking about taking trips together again too? 😭 no clue if ays is actually what they’re doing or if it’s something else but i’m excited either way. I’m really just glad it looks like they’re taking it easy and having fun, no matter what they’re up to.

also that dance challenge video was peak jikook. everything about it gives me cute aggression. how can they have so much fun just recording a little dance challenge? what do you even focus on, there’s just so many cute little moments? jk down there on the ground and the silly camera angles and the humming and giggling. they’re just so cute and playful, and what exactly are they laughing about? the way they STILL just have so much fun doing whatever together? and seeing jimin dance again was like crack, he’s just amazing, i can’t wait to see him back on stage. i’m glad that he posted because there’s nothing better than getting confirmation straight from the source so yeah i guess those of us who were holding back can freely scream now lmao 😭

genuinely so curious what they’re up to and where all they’ve been but i guess we’ll find out eventually it’s just nice to know that they’re having fun. hopefully people will give them space and privacy. so curious if jimin will actually go to the dior show! also i would die if what they’re doing has anything to do with music. i kind of doubt it but that would be awesome. honestly it’s just nice to be reminded they’re free and out of there and we’re going to be getting any kind of content from them lol (solo or duo or ot7, even random social media updates).

but it’s a really cute way to close out their military service considering they traveled together right before they enlisted and that was partially the theme of the show. in sapporo it even felt heavy at times because it was clearly on their mind and on top of everything else they were using the trip as a way to make memories to look back on while they were in there (something they literally voiced). it really is full circle that the first thing they wanted to do was travel together again. that might be the format they feel comfortable sharing their military stories with us considering they can edit out anything that they’re not supposed to share. idk, there’s just so much to unpack, but we still really have no idea what’s up so 😭 it might not be anything like we’re expecting too, or it might not be content at all who knows.

and yeah we’re about to see the most insane crash outs 🥴 although i guess they’ve already started crashing out. i haven’t been online too much yet so i haven’t seen the scope of it but the link you sent + i know especially JJKs were really upset leading up to this already. i think other people have already articulated and called out how insane and entitled those sorts of fans are. it’s genuinely crazy to see them threaten to unstan because jkk are hanging out when they’ve always been like this. not sure what else jikook are going to have to do for these people to understand that they genuinely just enjoy being around each other. was enlisting together and talking about relying on each other not clear enough? JK calling ays the best trips of his life or talking about doing twelve more seasons not enough? it’s also kind of pathetic that they have to make everything about “fanservice” instead of just acknowledging that jikook are, i don’t know, friends? 🥴 they’d really shade the person they supposedly stan instead of just admitting jikook enjoy hanging out together. or do they really just see all their interactions as romantic?

they’re just constantly trying to gaslight themselves that jikook hate each other so they can feel better about their own feelings/ship. Or they're so narcissistic they can’t help but project their own feelings onto jikook and fully believe it’s reality. those sorts of fans just want to control them, live vicariously through them and their careers, and have no care or respect for them as individuals and human beings. and the fans crashing out about wanting music instead, it’s so stupid because they’re obviously going to be working on music and other solo projects soon (they could even be doing that right now). so it’s not about that, it’s just that THEY can’t stand jkk being close which is so pathetic. and no, i don’t have any issue with people just not being interested in certain content (some ppl straight up just don’t like non-music content in general and that’s fine), but that’s not the situation with these “fans”.

also those anti-jikook narratives are just so ridiculous and stupid and they look even crazier post military. jikook very clearly have autonomy to do whatever they want to do, just like all the other members are doing right now. they’re trying to come up with all these excuses for a possible ays season 2 instead of considering that jikook just enjoyed making it and wanted to do it again. or whatever they’re doing together is simply because it’s something they want to do. the company cant force any of them to do shit 😭 (which is funny because if tkkrs could they would absolutely make the company force tkk to do a subunit since they’re so obsessed with trying to demand it even though if tkk wanted to they just would). trust if this was a calculated move by the company then we’d be getting ot7 content or tkk content, not jkk when literally their solos hate each other the most, there already is jkk content, and when they’re the most disliked duo in the fandom (obviously they have a ton of fans, but no duo is actively disliked more than jkk either). literally saw some armys tkkrs actually whining about it being more likely that we get a jkk subunit before tkk as if that’s a normal response to seeing jkk hanging out together. this fandom man…

another thing is that jikook aren’t oblivious to the fact that there are a lot of people who don’t like seeing them together. but they clearly don't care 😭. i’m sure they know the situation with each others solos, and even shippers to an extent. the fact that their first activity out of the military is doing something together just shows how little regard they have for any fans that dislike or diminish their friendship and that they will continue to do whatever the hell they want. i just think that’s so cool? they stay unbothered and catering to no one but genuine fans who appreciate them for who they are and respect them doing whatever they want to do.

just kind of rambling now, but i also think it’s cool how they’re fine with their branding having this much overlap? because yeah jikook are being associated a lot with each other officially lately. that’s honestly just because they’re close and enjoy doing things together and i don’t think anything more to it than that. but basically everything post military has been jikook. their whole official press conference return, their return live, their photobooth pictures and first social media posts (has JK even posted anything other than JM yet? sorry if i’m forgetting 😭). jimin has posted jk several times now (still soft about him using still with you), and now their first official activity might be something together.

i really hope this isn’t taken the wrong way. obviously they are very serious about their solo careers which are wholly their own and have nothing to do with the other and i’m expecting them to go all in on that soon. not claiming at all they don’t want to be seen as individuals because they very much do and should be and i can’t wait for jjk2 and pjm3 and their solo concerts. they work so insanely hard on their solo carers and i know that they're both workaholics and probably already have a bunch of insane stuff planned. i hate when people try to associate everything they do with the other. but it’s cool that they also just… i don’t know, don’t mind it to this degree? are cool with this level of association? that it’s just kind of happening naturally because they’re just… genuinely close like that lol? despite the fact that so many people hate seeing them together, which is something i’m sure they know?

well, this is getting away from me a bit, just happy about jikook and happy all of bts are finally free, solo content coming (very likely jjk2 and tour and im sure jm will also hopefully do something 🙏), group album possibly as soon as march. it’s nice to have these things to gush about and look forward to especially with everything else going on in the world right now 🫠 seeing jimin dancing again was healing and jikook’s giggles were healing and them feeding swans is so patented jikook wholesome lol and also healing. and also they’ve both just seemed so incredibly happy in every piece of content post-military and that’s so nice to see? that dance challenge was really everything because it’s just nice to see them silly and playful and happy. jimin’s silliness in that video and then the way he clocked in for the last half? i know they’re both itching to get back on stage which has me so excited as a fan as well.

and yeah it’s nice that i can finally unleash lol because i didn’t want to get all sappy on it until there was some sort of confirmation, because they do make me really soft. just kind of amazing to have someone in life you love and connect with that much, whatever type of love, it’s just really warm and rare to find. it’s insane that some people are so nasty inside that they begrudge them that closeness because they’re selfish and insecure when they clearly provide so much support and happiness to each other. but anyways glad as always that jikook continue to do their thing, and i’m really excited for ch3.

[illbearound]

MOST WANTED MAN

Hiiii!! Here’s the second chapter for you!! 🤍 — a little glimpse of the past. Their first meeting.

I hope you enjoy it !! Once again, thank you so much for the kind words and love I’ve been receiving 🥹🧡

Chapter Two - The Gallery

BEFORE

Paris , September 2023

Anna slips quietly into the warm glow of the gallery, the light fabric of her dark-blue dress brushing softly against her skin. The space hums with low conversations, the occasional clink of glass, and the faint scent of dry champagne mingled with polished wood. Paintings hang with deliberate spacing, as if each needed its own quiet to breathe. The lighting is moody, minimal. Everyone here knows how to stand just far enough apart to seem interesting.

She lingers near the entrance a moment too long, eyes searching for a familiar face. Faces blur together, linen jackets, softly laughing voices, the glimmer of delicate jewelry catching the light. This isn't her world. She's here as moral support — colleagues of Julie's, friends-of-friends thing. Anna has the feeling that this evening is goint to feel like a delicate performance she didn't have time to rehearse.

Julie spots her quickly, halfway through a conversation with a girl Anna vaguely recognizes. Without breaking her smile, Julie waves her over. Anna moves toward her cautiously, a shy smile on her lips.

"Sorry." Anna says, slipping into the circle "My date with Margaux ran longer than expected."

She'd spent most of the afternoon in the university library, surrounded by stacks of books and essays for her thesis research that already felt too vast, too demanding. The weight of it settled on her shoulders, a quiet pressure she couldn't shake. Later, she met Margaux for coffee, a classmate she hadn't seen all summer, Their conversation slipped easily back into place, as if no time had passed at all. It was grounding, a small thread of familiarity in a week that felt crowded with new expectations and unsettled rhythms. The semester was just beginning again, and these small reunions carried something both comforting and strange. Old connections reframed by what was to come.

"It's fine. You're never late for these kind of things." Julie replies, pulling her into a quick hug and kissing her cheek. "I'm just glad you made it. You look beautiful, by the way," she adds , in that effortless way Julie always did.

Anna stays for a few minutes in their circle, standing politely in the orbit of Julie's charisma. The conversation twists around gallery gossip, an artist's mysterious "emotional collapse" and art exhibions she never heard before. Nonetheless, Anna nods, smiles when appropriate, listening to names she half-recognizes and stories she can't quite follow.

When the conversation drifts to someone's internship in Berlin, she touches Julie's arm lightly "I'm gonna do a loop, check out the actual art."

Julie nods mid-laugh "Go, go. I'll rescue you in twenty."

Anna gives a soft smile and slips away, not rushed, just gentle. The kind of exit no one would really question.

She moves slowly through the room, letting the din of voices blur behind her. The exhibit is beautiful, in a cold sort of way. Sparse paintings and sculpture pieces spaced intentionally around the room, each demanding quiet admiration. It's not that Anna doesn't care for art, she does, but tonight, the swirl of unknown faces and the weight of trying to seem interesting makes her feel like a misplaced comma.

A man in a suit kindly offers her a drink as he passes, asking what she'd prefer: water or champagne. She chooses sparkling water. She hates champagne.

She pauses by a painting near the far window. Swirls of blue and bone-white, like someone trying to paint grief with a soft brush. She doesn't understand much, but once Julie told her, "It's not about understanding . It's about how it makes you feel."

So she tries. She lets the quiet in. For the first time this evening, her shoulders relax.

It's only then, in that stillness, that someone bumps into her. Not hard, just a gentle bump against her shoulder.

"Ah, pardon!" His voice is soft, sincere, not rushed. "Je suis désolé."

Anna turns, ready to smile politely, a quiet way of saying it's okay, but her brain hesitates. She recognizes him. Not from any intimate knowledge, but because some faces, especially his, carry weight beyond headlines. You don't have to follow football to know his face. But in person, he looks softer somehow, less like a headline, more like a boy who just walked into the wrong conversation and is trying to be polite about it. It takes a second for her brain to register him outside of context.

He looks at her like he thinks he might know her. She knows that's impossible. Her hand tightens slightly around the stem of her glass.

He scans her again, the recognition failing to land. Then a faint smile curls his lips. "Good hiding spot," he says quietly, nodding around the room. "You get a view and silence."

It sounds more like an observation.

Anna lets out a breath, a quiet laugh escaping her "Exactly what I was going for."

"Too many people pretending to love art they don't understand?" he offers, a teasing lilt in his voice.

She tilts her head, amused "You're assuming I'm not one of them?"

"No–" he shakes his head quickly, still a bit nervous, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "No, that's not what I–" He stops, hands lifted in surrender.

Her smile softens. "It's okay. You're not wrong. I came with a friend. I don't speak fluent art-world, so I figured I'd admire from a safe distance." She hesitates, then adds, "Also heard there'd be free canapés. That sealed the deal."

He laughs, genuine and warm. "That's the only reason I go to things like this."

He leans slightly against the wall, keeping respectful distance. There's an ease about him now, like the kind of person who doesn't need to pretend.

Her gaze flicks up, smiling at him, "And you?" she asks, almost without thinking.

"Work, socializing." he says. "I don't really understand art, to be honest." he admits. "Don't know what half of it's supposed to be. The ones with the squares confuse me."

Anna smirks. "They're... conceptual."

"I think my five-year-old niece made one of these once. With glitter glue."

"Don't say that too loud. You might offend the entire gallery." She stifles a laugh.

He leans in slightly. "I think I already did. I almost accidentally knocked over one sculpture earlier. Caught it just in time."

She laughs, a real one, not the kind she gives out of politeness. They stand quietly, the noise of the party falling away. He watches her with an easy attentiveness that surprises her.

He hesitates for a second, then a shy smile tugs at his lips. "Water at a party? That's rare." Eyes twinkling. "Scared of hangovers? Or the designated driver?"

She shrugs, feeling a blush rise. "Neither, I'm just not a big fan of champagne.." Then, almost shyly, she admits, "And I don't actually drive. Too scared I'd hit something or someone. I think I'm just built for walking."

To her surprise, he nods knowingly. "I don't drive either. But I have a driver." he explains "Life of luxury, you know?"

Anna laughs, the sound light and genuine. "Lucky! I've got to stick with metro stations and Ubers. But, it's not that bad."

He nods. Doesn't press. Just stays in the space beside her like it means something.

The buzz of the party fading into the background. He looks at her for a moment. A flicker of something thoughtful passes across his face, but it fades into a smile. There's something easy about him. Something quiet beneath the surface.

"So what do you do, if not hiding at parties and catching Ubers?"

Anna shrugs lightly, the words coming easier now "Studying. Staying at home. Observing, occasionally. I'm a little boring."

He shakes his head "You seem pretty interesting to me so far. "

Her cheeks warm. She looks away.

Minutes slip by unnoticed, quietly folding into each other. The kind of time that feels stretched and delicate, like it might dissolve if you looked at it too closely. Anna's aware of the shift, how quickly her nerves have softened into something easier, something calm.

They stand together a little longer, and she's struck by the quietness of it all. How effortless it feels. No performance. No angles. Just a low, winding conversation in a room curated for appearances.

She doesn't know how long they've been talking — twenty minutes, maybe more — but it's long enough to notice and too long to be accidental. The kind of time that slips when something feels unexpectedly good. She doesn't try to name it. It's just this: the strange comfort of talking to a stranger. No pressure, no backstory, no expectation.

Just the magic of strangers. One night. One moment.

Across the room, Anna notices a blur of motion. Julie, with a glass of wine in one hand and a knowing smile playing on her lips. She's standing with two other girls, one of them clearly telling some over-animated story, but Julie's attention has found Anna. Her eyebrows arch. Her eyes dart to the man beside her, then back to Anna. And then: the smirk.

Anna knows that look. She's been spotted. Not just standing alone, but worse — smiling. Giggling, even. She instinctively straightens, but the moment is already sealed. Julie lifts an eyebrow from afar, her expression more amused than judgmental.

Julie raises her glass, a subtle cheers from afar, and gives a wink so quick it could've been imagined. Anna rolls her eyes and fights the little smile, looking away.

Back at the art, Kylian, she thinks, though they haven't exchanged names, stays present, making fun remarks about the weird paintings. He's funny, casually quick-witted, and fully there. Like he's not waiting for someone better to talk to. Like she hasn't just been a polite bump-in. The conversation slipped easily into one of those winding, meandering rhythms.

"I think," he says, examining the abstract piece in front of them, "this painting is either about heartbreak... or a blender explosion."

Anna laughs. "The best art does walk the line."

He turns to her again, clearly pleased with the response.

"Have you ever thought about making anything like that?"

She shakes her head. "God, no. I can barely draw a star without it turning into a spider."

He nods, thinking "Well, I can't even draw those intentionally." He snorts, and she does too.

But then comes the inevitable.

A voice calls out to him, one of the louder ones from the other side of the gallery. Sounds familiar, someone he knows, maybe his friends, teammates or family even. They wave him over, one lifting a brow like they already have a joke lined up. He looks over his shoulder, the spell momentarily broken. Anna instinctively steps back, giving him space without thinking.

"Looks like I've been found. " he says, flashing her a crooked smile.

"Duty calls." she says, playing it cool.

He gives her a brief, apologetic look "Yeah, I should meet them before they come here and embarrass me." He lets out a small laugh. She smiles.

"Yeah..." she gestures loosely, toward nowhere specific. "I should go find my friend too."

But neither of them moves, not at first. There's a strange comfort in the space they've created. Two strangers orbiting gently, neither rushing to close it.

He finally steps back, "It was really nice meeting you." he says. And it sounds like he means it.

"You too." she says, smiling. "Unexpectedly nice."

He smiles, dimples deep in his cheeks. He tilts his head a little, as if about to say more.

"Maybe one day we'll see your star-shaped spiders hanging in one of these." he teases softly.

"Oh gosh." she groans "If we're lucky, that day will never come."

Kylian laughs under his breath. Then he smiles once more before turning away, slipping easily into the crowd with a few friendly slaps on the back and a burst of laughter. He moves through people like he always belongs, but as he drifts away.

Julie finds her a few minutes later, looping an arm through hers, her voice low and curious. "So... who's your friend?"

Anna gives her a knowing look "I don't know what you're talking about."

Julie snorts. "You were giggling like I've never seen you giggle before."

"You're reaching. I was being friendly." Anna says, sipping her water to hide her grin.

"You were being charmed. There's a difference."

"He was just being polite."

Anna glances over her glass, pretending not to look for him again, but her eyes find him anyway. He's still deep in conversation, laughing with his friends, but she catches the way he scans the room again. His gaze skims past the paintings, the guests and finds her. He smiles, subtle and slow. Anna smiles too. Small. Barely there. The kind that doesn't ask for attention, just acknowledgment.

Her phone buzzes in her bag. She glances down, a calendar reminder. Early meeting with her dissertation tutor tomorrow morning.

She sighs, "I need to go." she tells Julie softly. "Got an early meeting." then says "See you at home?"

Julie nods, clearly holding back another round of teasing, but not for long. "Not saying goodbye to your friend?"

Anna rolls her eyes. And then smiles, just a little. She hesitates. Her gaze flicks back toward the corner where he stands. Surrounded. Engaged. A little out of reach. Should she? It feels like too much to walk across the room just for goodbye.

So she doesn't.

Instead, she waits for the right moment. And when he turns his head again, she lifts a hand in a soft wave from across the gallery. His smile changes, still warm, but tinged with something like disappointment. Like he hadn't quite wanted the night to end. He raises his hand too. No words. Just a shared, quiet exit.

Anna slips on her coat at the entrance again, heart still beating somewhere behind her ribs like it isn't sure how to behave. The city air outside is sharp, a touch too cool for the first days September but her face is still flushed from something warmer.

As she steps into the night, she thinks about her evening and then him.  She doesn't know if she'll ever see him again. It was just a nice moment with a charming stranger.

Deep down, she hopes to.

———

tags: @nowrosesaredead

[friendsinsolitude]

[Mizurui in Rui’s new birthday card] (See here for an improved TL with footage)

“Oh good! You’re here!”

“Oh, Mizuki. So you came to school today.”

“Yeah. It was getting about the time that it’d be bad if I didn’t show my face around here soon~ But, well, I’m glad I came to school today. Actually, I literally only just remembered it's your birthday today like a second ago. So I wondered ‘is he still here’ and came to the rooftop.”

“It’s an honour to be remembered by you ^_^”

“I come bearing proper presents and everything! Ummm, Ta-da! Happy birthday, Rui!”

“This is… ramune?”

“Yep, I just ran over and bought some at the store! I got a bit excited and got eeeverything on the shelf ♪”

“‘Everything’ is quite a lot, hm? Even still… [flashback to WxS presenting him with a ramune cake on the weekend] It seems like I’m being considered to be something of a ramune superfan.”

“Eh, but you like ramune, don’t you?”

“Hehe, that is true. Thank you very much.”

“Of course! And hey, actually, are you alone today? I thought for sure you would’ve been celebrating with Tsukasa-senpai and the others.”

“Ah, they had wanted to do that too, but the timing didn’t work out. Instead, we had a lot of fun celebrating over the weekend.”

“I see. I bet it was a fun party—”

[Rui’s phone rings, Tsukasa calls and asks if Rui’s still at school.]

“Rui! Look! Down in the courtyard!”

“The courtyard? That’s…”

[WxS are in the courtyard for him]

“Ahaha! They’re all gathered up! Don’t tell me they’re making it convenient for you?”

“…That may be true.”

“That’s absolutely true! Come on, you should go already. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“—Mm. I’ll be off.”

[ellclarkey]

Game night meet cute. (requested)

Arthur tv fluff

warnings(none)

a/n: first thing i’ve written go easy on me💔

(the spacing probably looks so dumb but idk how to do it)

Isaac loved hosting things at his place.

Game nights, movie nights, random little dinners they were always at Isaac’s.

It just made sense.

His place was the most accessible, his best friend lived right across the hall, you were only a few minutes down the road, and the rest of his mates were around the area as well.

Somehow, though, you’d never met the guy across the hall.

His best friend.

Which felt nearly impossible considering how often you were over but that changed the night of game night.

you walked in, the last one to arrive, spotting some familiar faces in the mix but also two new ones.

One was a smaller guy with curly blond-ish hair, who you assumed was Chris md, based on the height jokes you’ve always heard about him.

The other one had that kind of quiet confidence you only noticed once he was already in the room, not loud, not flashy, but undeniably there.

Tousled curls framed his face just enough to make you wonder if he knew how effortlessly good he looked (he probably didn’t).

His eyes light but in an intense kind of way.

A beautiful deep brown that locked with you as soon as you entered the room.

“Arthur” you thought as you made your way into the room.

“Hey” you greeted Isaac embracing him into a slight hug.

You give a wave to the rest of the room as you sit in the only seat available next to Arthur.

“Hey” he whispered.

“Have we met yet?”

“Hey, no we haven’t” i shot him a smile

“Well it’s a pleasure to finally meet my best friends best friend” he puts on a jealous glare.

I crack a smile “same goes to you.”

The night progresses, full of easy laughter and chaotic rounds of charades, Pictionary, and a particularly unhinged game of Gartic Phone.

Isaac was in his element.

Loud, dramatic, and gleefully yelling over everyone.

Arthur, though quieter, was surprisingly sharp when it came to guessing things, and he kept tossing these smug little glances your way every time he got something right.

“I’m kind of hungry,” Arthur said at one point, turning toward Isaac.

“Grab something to eat, then you know where the food is,” Isaac replied, barely looking up as he argued over whether that drawing was a dog or a terribly drawn horse.

Arthur nodded, standing up and disappearing into the kitchen.

A beat passed.

Then, casually maybe a little too casually you stood as well.

“Me too, actually.”

You weren’t hungry.

Not for food, at least.

You pushed open the door to the kitchen and found Arthur halfway into a cupboard, poking around like he wasn’t totally sure what he was looking for.

“Looking for something?” you asked, teasing.

He turned, caught, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Something quick. Don’t want to miss any more of Isaac accusing people of cheating.”

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed loosely.

“Important stuff.”

Arthur chuckled, then gave you a look — something softer now that you were away from the group.

“So what brought you in here, then?”

You held his gaze for a moment, feeling the tension settle between you like a held breath.

“I don’t know. Just thought I’d keep you company.”

His smile widened not cocky, but warm.

“Well, I’m glad you did.”

“So,” Arthur began, pulling out a bag of chips, “what made you think I needed company?”

You smirked, tilting your head. “I’m just here for moral support. Someone’s got to make sure you don’t eat all the snacks.”

He laughed softly, that warm, easy sound you already liked. “Fair enough. Was starving to be fair.”

There was a pause just long enough to feel meaningful.

You found yourself studying him more closely the way his hair flopped slightly when he moved, how his eyes caught the light in a way that made them shimmer, the way his smile softened when it wasn’t directed at the crowd.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said suddenly, voice low. “Not in a bad way.”

“Is that so?” you teased. “What did you expect?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, maybe someone a bit more… Loud? Or firece” he smirks

“So a clone of Issac?” you giggle as you felt a flutter in your chest from the acknowledgement. “Glad I could surprise you I guess?”

He stepped a little closer, the space between you coming smaller. “I guess surprises can be good.” He states almost mysteriously

You swallowed, heart racing, you let out a breath.

The sound of footsteps and laughter from the living room nudged you both back to reality. Arthur glanced toward the door, then back at you.

“Should we head back?”

You nodded, reluctantly stepping away from the counter.

“Yeah. But, hey,” he added with a smile, “thanks for the company.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Anytime.”

You guys walked back and continue game night. About an hour passes and everyone goes home except for Arthur Issac and you.

“Goodnight Issac had a great night and very great to meet you Arthur.””

You walk our arthur following close behind “D’you want a pal to walk home with?” He questions sweetly

“Only if it’s you.” You respond with burning cheeks

He walked me home that night and hangouts at Isaac’s changed forever.

[anonymousewrites]

Nobody's Soldier (Book 1) Chapter Twenty

Found Family! Supernatural x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twenty: Undercover Students

Summary: A case brings Sam and Dean back to their old school, and (Y/N) goes to public school for the first time.

Warning: Homophobic language. Nothing too terrible, but the time period of Supernatural and the bullying issue at the school combined cause homophobia

            “Raise your arm. Straighten it. Fire.”

            Bang! (Y/N)’s bullet hit the target, and they frowned. They’d been aiming for the head, but it hit way further down the chest.

            “Brace with your legs a little more,” said Dean, giving them more instructions.

            “Got it.” Bang! The next shot was closer. “Damn it.”

            “You’re getting closer,” said Dean. “And with a monster, all you need to do it is slow it to survive and then torch it, stab it, shoot it again, all of that.”

            (Y/N) nodded and handed the gun back to Dean. “Thanks for giving me some advice.”

            It was one thing to be handed a gun and be told “point and shoot” and a very different thing to get actual tips for hitting your target. (Y/N) was glad to be getting the latter finally. Plus, Dean and Sam had been giving them more advice and training as they proved themself. It made (Y/N) feel…accomplished.

            “No problem,” said Dean.

            “Dean, (Y/N).” Sam poked his head out of the impala. “Got a call. Possible case.”

            Looks like it was time to put more of their training and practice to use.

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            “So?” said Dean as Sam ducked back into the impala. He wore scrubs to fit into the psychiatric facility he’d left.

            “I think she’s telling the truth,” said Sam. “I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically—kind of sounds like demonic possession to me.”

            “Kind of?” said (Y/N), leaning forward.  The whole “girl suddenly going crazy and drowning a girl in the bathroom claiming no ability to control herself” sounded like possession to them.

            “She didn’t see any black smoke or smell sulfur,” said Sam.

            “Maybe it’s not a demon.” Dean clicked his tongue. “I mean, kids can be vicious.”

            “Well, we’re already here. Might as well check out the school,” said Sam.

            “Right. The school,” said Dean.

            “What, do you guys know it?” asked (Y/N).

            “Truman High, home of the Bombers,” said Dean. “We went there, like, for a month a million years ago.”

            “It’s worth looking into,” said Sam.

            “What, you jazzed to go back or something?” said Dean, and Sam rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, what’s our cover? FBI? Homeland Security?”

            I sit out again. (Y/N) was not doing that. “I could be a student.” Dean and Sam turned in their seats, and (Y/N) shrugged. “I was homeschooled, so I know the stuff I need to, and that means I could focus on info.” They supposed their parents had been waiting for them to be ready to hunt and prepared them for it. “Teenagers’ll talk to me before they talk to you.”

            “Hunter parents,” muttered Sam, shaking his head. They got schooling, but at what cost? Being in this life forever instead of having a chance out? Unfortunately… “They’ve got a point.”

            (Y/N) sat up straighter. “Duh.”

            “Okay, so what do we do?” said Dean.         

            Sam smiled. “I’ve got an idea.”

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            “Everyone, welcome our new student,” said Mr. Wyatt, an English teacher.

            (Y/N) stood at the front of the class and smiled. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).” For the following days, until that demon or ghost was found, they were a student of Truman High.

            Some students looked up; some continued looking bored, but (Y/N) didn’t mind one way or another as they took a seat. This was a job.

            “What’s with the outfit?” whispered a girl behind (Y/N) to a guy. “Looks like they’re on a survivor show.”

            The guy scoffed and laughed. “Another loser in our school.”

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. If this was high school, they were glad they didn’t go.

            “Don’t listen to them,” said a girl next to (Y/N) quietly. “They just—ow!”

            The guy kicked the back of her seat. “Hey, I need to take a look at your homework.”

            The girl sighed but handed it over.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. Interesting. Bullying victims could have a lot of anger. If a monster could get ahold of that…it was capable of terrible things.

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            Unfortunately for (Y/N), teenagers were also capable of terrible things. Very quickly, they had learned that there was a severe bullying problem at Truman High. What they had seen in class wasn’t the only example. People of higher status—the popular kids and anyone who didn’t want to be knocked around—picked on those of lower status: “nerds,” neurodivergent students, queer people. And, of course, (Y/N) was quickly thrown into that category—they did fit the criteria. So, it would only be a matter of time until they faced the bullying too.

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            “Find anything?” said Dean, a coach, as (Y/N) purposefully got out in dodgeball. Sam, a janitor, had come in to speak to him during the class (Y/N) had, and the hunters had a moment to share info.

            Sam shook his head. “I’ve been over the entire school twice. No sulfur.”

            “No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case,” said Dean, shrugging.

            “I don’t know. Maybe I was wrong,” said Sam. “Maybe it was a victim attacking a bully.”

            “It would fit. There’s a huge bullying problem here,” said (Y/N).

            “Have you had any trouble?” said Dean, narrowing his eyes.

            “Stupid comments about what I look like.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “I’m fine.”

            “Okay. Tell someone if anything happens,” said Sam.

            “Do adults really help with that stuff?” said (Y/N).

            Sam grimaced.

            “Either way, I say we hit the road after today,” said Dean, clapping his hands. “No case means I don’t have to wear shorts.”

            “So I’m stuck in school until the end of today?” said (Y/N). “Okay.” If there wasn’t a case, it was boring.

            “Just stay out of trouble, okay?” said Sam.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), shrugging. A couple rude comments weren’t trouble. They’d be fine.

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            ( (Y/N) was not going to be fine)

            “Hey, new kid,” said a guy, standing to the side with the rest of his football friends. They blocked (Y/N)’s path.

            What is this, a coming of age movie? It was cliché as hell.

            “What are you, a boy or a girl?” said the guy.

            Wow, try being original. “Bored,” said (Y/N). They tried to sidestep him, but he moved with them.

            “Come on, answer the question,” said the guy. He leered at them slightly, and (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “Trying to figure out if you’re just a girly guy or a freaky-looking girl.”

            “Gotta find out what type of weirdo you are,” sneered another footballer.

            “But, ya know, at least if you’re a girl you’re good for something,” jeered another guy.

            “Kinda looks like a queer,” said one.

            (Y/N)’s brow twitched, and their hand curled into a fist. Okay. They could play the game. “I hate to break it to you, but I think being interested in me makes you gay. Guess that makes you the queer.”

            The one that had hurled the slur went red in the face.

            “What, did I out you? I’m sorry.” (Y/N) pretended to pout.

            “I’m not a fucking freak!” said the guy, grabbing them by the collar.

            (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, pivoted, and twisted. He stumbled, and they shoved him into a locker. Whimpering, he held his head and slid to the ground with a groan.

            “Yeah, just beaten by one,” spat (Y/N). “Fuck off.” They glared at the rest, who faltered at having someone physically go up against them. (Y/N) shoved past them. “Dicks,” they grumbled.

            People watched them go, eyes wide in surprise at someone so outwardly standing up to the bullies. (Y/N) just kept walking. Hey, at least they hadn’t tried to murder someone. A bruise was the least of that guy’s worries if a monster was on the loose.

            (Y/N) paused and winced. Hopefully that footballer wouldn’t have the guts to report them because his ego was bruised. Otherwise, (Y/N) would get in trouble with Sam and Dean (really Sam) for getting into a fight.

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            (Y/N) watched the herbs go around the blender in Food Science class (why not just be a cooking class? Why be fancy? (Y/N) didn’t get it).

            “Do you, um, like Truman High?” said the girl (Y/N) was working with.

            (Y/N) looked at her, and the girl shifted shyly. (Y/N) smiled. “I don’t mind it. New schools are normal for me,” they lied.

            “I saw what happened in the hall,” said the girl. (Y/N)’s face fell into a scowl, and the girl hurried on, “I-I think it was really cool that you stood up to them. No one does.”

            “People like that deserve having the sense knocked into them,” said (Y/N). “It’s not fair that they do whatever they want without consequences.”

            “You’re braver than we are,” said the girl. She was quiet “I mean, a girl I was friends with…she stood up to them. But she—she killed a girl.”

            Aha. The case. “Really?” said (Y/N), leaning in.

            The girl nodded nervously. “And I-I wished she didn’t kill anyone, but I get it. She wanted to stand up for herself. I wish I had just a little bit of the guts you and her did.” She paled. “N-Not that I want to kill anyone, I just—”

            “I get it,” said (Y/N). “The bullying can be hard.”

            “Yeah…” The girl sighed, and her shoulders sagged. “Truman High doesn’t care. They didn’t even care when a boy killed himself.”

            A violent death. “A boy killed himself? Oh my god,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah. Barry Cook, in 1998. Cut his wrists in the girls’ bathroom,” said the girl. “And the school kept saying it was sorry he did it, but they don’t care that there’re still bullies. It sucks…”

            “Hey,” said (Y/N), reached out and patting her arm. “You just need to remember you’re here for four years and then can go.” They grinned. “That or give them a taste of their medicine now.”

            The girl smiled slightly. “I’m not like you, but…thanks.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Emma, by the way.”

            “(Y/N),” said (Y/N), smiling. At least there were people like this at high school. If there were nice girls like Emma, then they guessed they would have been okay.

            A piercing scream ripped through the air and pulled (Y/N) and Emma from the nice moment. A jock’s hand was in the blender, blood flying from it as a lanky boy held it in. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and Emma let out a cry of horror.

            The teacher wrenched the boy away from the jock and grabbed a towel, covering the bleeding, flayed hand. People screamed and ran for the door, the teacher covering the injured boy. Sam appeared in the doorway, brought by the screams. The lanky “loser” swayed and collapsed.

            (Y/N) knelt over him, and Sam joined them.

            “What happened?” said Sam.

            “He’s another bullying victim. He pushed that guy’s hand in the blender,” said (Y/N).

            Sam looked at ectoplasm leaking from his ear. “I don’t think it was him.”

            Ghost possession.

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            (Y/N) paced with Sam as he ran an EMF meter over each locker. Previously, he had only looked for sulfur, but now that it could be a ghost, there were other signs to look for. Dean emerged from the emergency assembly being conducted (it had not been hard for (Y/N) to sneak out).

            “How’s the nonviolence assembly going?” said Sam.

            “Apparently, shoving a kid’s arm into a Cuisinart is not a ‘healthy display of anger,’ ” said Dean.

            “No wonder none of these kids think the school doesn’t care. That’s so obvious,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes.

            Dean nodded. “So the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?”

            “Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit,” said Sam, nodding. “It’s got to be ghost possession.”

            “Yeah, but that’s pretty rare,” said Dean.

            “But obviously it happens,” said (Y/N). Rare didn’t mean never.

            “They get angry enough, they can take control of a person’s body,” said Sam.

            “Alright, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?” said Dean.

            “Yeah, but where? There’s no EMF,” said Sam. “Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something.”

            “I know who did,” said (Y/N). Sam and Dean looked at them, and they shrugged. “Hey, I’m undercover for a reason. The ‘losers’—” (Y/N) made quotations and rolled their eyes “—like me and told me about the bullying issue here. Turns out a kid killed himself because of it in 1998.”

            “Good work,” said Sam.

            “Yeah, well, it turns out standing up to a bully makes the victims look up to you,” said (Y/N).

            “…Wait, were you who gave that one dickwad a goose-egg on his forehead?” said Dean, remembering what one of the football players had looked like in class.

            “It left a mark? Good,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            “Great job, kid,” said Dean, high-fiving them.

            “(Y/N), you got into a fight?” said Sam.

            “He picked one,” said (Y/N). “I just wanted to keep a walking. And he was a total dick.”

            Sam couldn’t really deny that, while getting kicked out of school wasn’t ideal for working undercover, he completely approved of standing up to bullies. He had done the same. “Okay, alright. Who was the victim in 1998?”

            “Barry Cook,” said (Y/N).

            Sam’s eyes widened, and Dean frowned. “What?” Clearly, he knew the name.

            Sam sighed sadly. “I knew him. How did he die?”

            “He slit his wrists in the girl’s bathroom,” said (Y/N) softly. Suicide was always a tragedy.

            Sam furrowed his brow. “The bathroom where—”

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N).

            “Girl got swirleyed to death where a guy died?” said Dean. “Sounds like he’s our ghost. So, what, he only possesses nerds?”

            “And uses them to go after bullies,” said (Y/N).

            “Barry was bullied,” said Sam, nodding slowly. “School was hard for him. I tried to help when I was here, but—”

            “We left,” said Dean. They always did.

            Sam nodded. He wished he’d have been able to help more.

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            Dean and (Y/N) poured lighter fluid into the grave. The dirt was saturated, and the bones in the broken-open casket stared up at them, a stark white against the black wood. Sam watched them silently, and Dean didn’t speak as he lit a match and tossed it into the coffin. Barry’s bones lit up as fire ate away at them. Sam watched the flames burn the bones to ash, not speaking at all during it. He remained silent throughout reburying the coffin as (Y/N) and Dean toiled.

            Dean was the first to speak as they put their shovels back in the impala. “So long, Barry Cook.”

            He ducked into the impala, started the engine, and drove them away from a finished case. (Y/N) looked at Sam, who stared out the window.

            “You alright?” they said, not unkindly. They knew what he had done was hard.

            “Barry was my friend,” said Sam. “I just burned his bones.”

            “Maybe he’s more at peace now,” said (Y/N).

            “He definitely is,” said Dean. “And his spirit isn’t angry.”

            Sam sighed. “I mean, if Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?”

            “You read the coroner’s report, same as me,” said Dean. “Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out.”

            “Sometimes death looks better than life,” said (Y/N), twisting their amulet around in their hands. “It’s terrible, but it’s not your fault.”

            “I’m glad we got out of that town,” said Dean. “I hated that school.”

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). They had liked Emma, but all those bullies would have made (Y/N)’s life difficult.

            “It wasn’t all bad,” said Sam.

            Dean chuckled. “You say that after what happened to you?”

            “You were picked on too?” said (Y/N), frowning. Sam and Dean were both so cool; it was hard to imagine either of them as some kid getting bullied.

            “Yeah,” said Sam. “But…some of the teachers were good. Mr. Wyatt helped me a lot. That made it better.” He hesitated. “Dean, let’s go back. Just for a few hours.”

   ��        “What?” said Dean.

            “I want to talk to someone. After everything that’s happened, I just—” Sam shook his head. “Let’s go back.”

            Dean didn’t understand, but he wasn’t going to say no to Sam.

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