#and trying not to obstruct anyone's pretty face

[nanaslutt]

Do you think any of the jjk men could be into curvy/thicker women?

oh are u kidding? 100% absolutely. I might be projecting bcs i myself happen to be into thicker women, but allow me to allaborate… ahem…..

NSFW & SWF

MDNI

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SFW

Toji would absolutely love getting on his knees in from of you and sliding those soft knee high socks up your legs, his big hands caressing how your beautifully legs feel covered by the fabric. Using his massive palms to jiggle them around, smiling to himself as he watched them move.

Choso’s brain would self destruct seeing you in public for the first time, how your curves fill out your clothes fucking perfectly???? the way your hips move when you walk???? Your cheeks, how your skin looked soft to the touch. He had never felt like towards anything or anyone before, but something about your body in that pretty green sundress you were wearing was making him feel all kinda of flustered.

Gojo would be so obsessed with your ass. He would constantly be laying on your ass while you’re on your phone texting your friends, occasionally turning his head to bite into the fat of your ass, making sure to leave kisses on it afterwards. Groping it while you were doing dishes, slapping it while you stood in line at a coffee shop, the way it just looked so absolutely perfect in every. single. pair of pants you wore.

One of Geto’s favorite past times is to makeout with your tummy… he would be laying on your thighs, just caressing them while you relaxed together, and suddenly your shirt is pushed up under your breasts and he’s massaging the skin of your waist, kissing your tummy and hips, pulling back to stare at the stretch marks on your skin and shake his head in disbelief at how pretty they looked, dropping his head back to pepper more kisses on them. You better bet this extends to every other part of your body as well.

The first time Nanami saw you, you were in a bikini, and he had to sit down because all of the blood in his brain flooded to his toes. He had to cover his mouth and stop his jaw from dropping as he watched you descend into the water. The waves crashing against your skin, making you giggle at how cold it felt. The way time froze when you got out of the water, droplets falling down your body of which he was very jealous of, how the color of the bikini complimented your complexions so fucking well, he just had to ask you out to dinner, he needed to see how that perfect body looked in a nice dress.

NSFW

I just know Toji would love eating it from the back too. Spreading your ass and burying his face in your cunt, using his big hands to massage the fat of your ass to bring you back against his mouth. He would pull back after absolutly ravaging your pretty pussy and leave mean slaps on your ass, relishing in the way your skin recoiled at the contact.

Gojo would happily die between your thighs while you sat on his face. He would beg you 24/7 to suffocate him with your pussy. Thick thighs squeezing around his head while he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it. His hips would fuck up into the air at just how soft and supple your thighs felt in his big hands while he gripped them for support.

Don’t even get me started on Nanami. If you ever sent him photos of new lingerie you were trying on in some dressing room.. oh boy. The red background of the wallpaper, the dim lighting, the way your thighs and stomach were squeezed by the decorative straps of the fabric, how your tits were absolutely spilling out of the lacey bra????? He would get hard instantly, not being able to stop the fantasies of covering your mouth and fucking into your wet pussy right in that dressing room. Ripping the not-even-paid-for piece of clothing for the sin of obstructing his veiw of your body);&(&:$

Choso would be absolutely enamored with your love handles too i just know it. His large frame standing behind you in a mirror, gripping the fat on your waist so hard, his nails digging into the skin as he looked in the mirror at how the skin squished between his fingers. Not being able to look away from that sight combined with your tits freely slapping against your skin from his rough thrusts… He was gonna cum way too fast from just how hot you looked.

Geto would love to watch your ass ripple back against him when he gave you mean thrusts into the bed. He had you ass up, face down in the sheets, and he was fucking into you like a mad man. Spreading your ass to get a better view of your pussy that was absolutely swallowing up his thick cock, the way your wetness was creating a sticky mess on his pelvis made him feel drunk. He would yank your hair back. making you bend your body into a mean arch and moaning at how your body folded for him…..

safe to say I think the jjk men like thicc girls..

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[gh0stlyfixation]

Could I request a ghost x reader with their first time? Reader is nervous about it, and it's super romantic😭 I'd loveee to read something like this

God, I love this man I stg.

Paring: fem!reader x Simon

Warnings: 18 + MDNI loss of virginity, fingering, oral, praise kink, slight mention of a Dacryphilia kink. It's just basic sex but with Simon who is madly in love with you.

You’ve been with Simon for almost a year. It was difficult at first, he held a lot of trauma that obstructed his trust in anyone, but after Simon saw how patient and kind you were to his outburst and his ability to trust, he knew he found the right one. He never saw purpose in his life. He could die in action and no one would remember or care he thought, but now, he has a purpose and that’s to come home to you safe and injury free. You were giddy with excitement when Simon called saying he was on his way home. You tidied up the houseand you've also made the decision that tonight was the night. Your friend has taken you out to buy a few essentials for tonight. A blue lace lingerie set, his favorite color on you

You wore it under one of his long t-shirts as you cleaned up the kitchen. Nervous was an understatement. Sure you’ve seen it before when he changed in front of you or felt it when you cuddled into him, but now? It’s going into one of the most sacred places on your body.

You hear the door open and the nervousness goes away, now it's just the excitement to see him after a long month. You see him drop his gear on the ground then you run up to him and jump up into his arms, he is quick to catch you and he huffs as you giggle, “gonna knock me down, little girl.” You giggle again and tug up his mask to kiss him deeply. He tears it off completely and gladly excepts your kisses.

His hands lay on your bottom and he’s suspicious when he feels a thin layer of lace, you never wear lace, but he keeps these suspicions to himself, as hard as it makes him, he’s running on your time. Simon would do anything to make you happy. He hates seeing you frown or cry on his account.

“Missed you.” You finally say kissing his dirty cheek, “but you need a shower. You stink.” You say your nose crinkling.

He huffs out a laugh, “thanks love.” He says setting you down. He trails your body as you turn around and walk away, you have a pep to your step as you trail up the stairs to your shared room. He raises an eyebrow before following you up.

You lay on the made bed attempting to read a book as Simon strips out of his clothes, he watches you from the mirror at an angle you can’t see, but he sees you watching him. You trail the backside of his body, but Simon gets it now, you want something. He decided to remove his pants and not shut the door, and he stands from the side to pretend he was looking at the side of his arm, but you see it and as always it’s massive and beautiful.

You bite your lip suddenly nervous again before looking away to your book. You trail the same paragraph over again before you hear Simon finally step into the shower. You quickly remove your t-shirt and position yourself in a way you’d like him to find you. You wait for a moment and hear the shower stop.

He comes out of the bathroom and nearly chokes on his breath, “fuck, you trying to kill me, little girl.” He speaks. Desire pours off his lips when he speaks. His eyes darken as he looks up at your body, he can see your nipples through the lace, there hard and perky. “You’re a dream.” He says. The towel is still wrapped around him as he goes over the top of you and you giggle at his words. “Your sure?” He questions you.

You nodded, “I’m sure.” You say. You pull his face down to your lips by trapping his cheeks in your hands. The kiss is deep and passionate. His kisses leave lower to your cheeks then to your jaw then he starts to suck lightly on your neck making you moan out. “Such pretty noises, can’t wait to rip more out of you,” Simon says then going back to suck on your collarbone.

His hands trail up and down your sides, and you feel your face get hot, such simple touches making you burn. You’ve never been touched like this, “please Si,” you say.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, more of his touches you assumed, anything from him. “What? What would you like? You gotta tell me, this is at your pace.”

“I dunno, mouth?” You ask, shyly.

Simon scoots down a little. His face just above your sex, “yeah? I think I can do that.” He smirks.

He’s never seen you naked before, the most were in a bikini or your bra, and fuck he got hard from that. So when he pulls aside your lace underwear and reveals your sex to him he nearly loses it. “Fuck, can’t wait to eat this up.” He says.

His breath is warm on you and you moan out at the sensation. You can feel your pussy tighten up on nothing, “please Simon, please.” You beg.

He finally dives into you, giving you one long and strong lick from bottom to top, his tongue circling your clit. You push his head down on you more, closing your thighs around him. He uses both hands to push them back, spreading them even more, “think you can keep them open, or do I need to hold ‘em down?” Simon asks you.

“I can hold ‘em,” I think, you say. You want to to nothing more than to please him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and your pussy once again tightens on nothing but his words. Simon notices, “someone likes being told how good they are don’t they?” Simon asks, he doesn’t wait for an answer when he goes back down on you. viciously licking and sucking leaving you no room to breathe at the pleasure. You arch your back and land both hands on his head, gripping his hair tightly as you began fucking yourself on his tongue without even realizing it. You are drunk on this pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

He holds you down and you whine but that whine quickly turns into a groan when you feel one finger go up your cunt. “Fuck!” You say. It feels foreign, nothing like this has ever been up there and it feels too good. Simon watches your face, making sure he doesn’t see any sign of discomfort before adding in a second finger. His fingers are big and they stretch you out comfortably.

“Gotta prepare this pussy, gonna ruin you. My sweet and innocent girl, fuck darling. Can’t get enough of you.” He says as you squeeze tightly around him, you feel a pit in your stomach, as if something was about to explode, he adds one more thick digit to you before the pleasure becomes too much. He fucks his fingers in you quickly and hard. You tighten more, his dick hardens up at the feeling, and he can’t wait to feel your walls around him. “Come on darling, you can come. Come, I know you can do it,” you finally let go and moan out and he sucks on your nub, wanting to taste you as you come.

When you finally come down from your high, he moves up to you, both hands on your cheeks as he softly caresses them with his thumb, “your beautiful,” he sighs with a smile, “I’m so lucky to have you.” He says more.

You smile up at him, “no, I’m so lucky to have you. Love you so much.” You say. He kisses your lips as you wrap your legs around him, slightly pulling down his towel with your heel. He doesn’t let up on kissing you but he does help you remove his towel and that’s when you feel his hard cock hit your thigh. You're nervous once again, he’s so big that your afraid it might just split you, but fuck does it excite you.

You reach down and grasp it with your hand, not knowing exactly what to do but you pump it the best you can, it’s slightly sticky from his precum, “so big,” you whisper to him and fuck does that boost his ego.

“Gonna stuff your cunt with it.” He says back. He moves back from you and removes your lace panties and top so you are completely nude with him. His hands play with your nipples lightly as you stare up at him with desire, “please. I want you. Want you to stuff me full.” You whimper.

He groans at your pretty words, he once again lays on top of you holding both cheeks, “it’s gonna hurt for a little, but it’ll feel so much better after a little.” He preps you. You nod as he positions his tip to your entrance, “just relax, I’ll go as slow as you need.” He reminds you. You nod and whisper an okay as he pushes in you slowly.

He was right it does hurt, the stretch stings. You squeeze your eyes shut as he goes a little more in. He stops for a moment to bring you back to him, “hey sweet girl, look at me.” He says, he wipes away a lone tear that slips from your closed eyes. You look up at him and you nod for him to keep going.

“You're doing so good, so proud of my little sweetheart.” He tells you as he pushes more of him in quicker.

“M’hurts,” you cry, but you know soon the pain will be worth it, the pleasure would come soon.

“I know, we’re nearly there,” he says kissing your face all over making you giggle slightly with the tears still streaming down as he pushes the rest of him in you. He completely bottoms out in you. He takes a good look at you. He’s never liked to see you cry but something about you crying over his cock turns him on even more, but for now, you were in actual pain so his goal was to give you pleasure, not see you cry.

“How are you feeling?” He asks you. You sit in silence as you squeeze around him making him groan at the feeling. Your warm walls were enough for him to lose it in you. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna lose my mind.” He says with a teasing tone.

“You can move, m’sorry.” You say with a frown, not realizing how much your tight cunt could torture him. You’ll have to use it to your advantage one day, but not now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says as he slowly pumps into you. The pain soon fades away and the pleasure takes over, you close your eyes again and slightly arch your back but with the weight of Simon, it doesn’t happen much. You moan and pressed your cheek into his hand.

“So big Simon feels so good.” You moan out, your eyes opening up looking at him. “Faster please,” you beg.

And fuck, how in the world can he deny you that. His pace quickens, “you feel so good,” Simon moans, dipping his head into your neck and sucking around it leaving little purple marks on you. Your wrap your legs around his waist and hands around his neck pulling him closer and deeper. You can feel him hitting your cervix, fuck he’s so big, you think over and over.

Your walls tighten up around him again but this time it did not let go, you moan louder and louder eventually turning into screams as you muffle yourself in his shoulder, biting down on it, leaving a mark for sure. “I want to hear you, sweet girl, don’t want you to hide those sounds from me. You wanna come? Fuck-, I can feel you trying to milk me dry.” Simon says to you.

His words start to send you over the edge, “please, wanna come! Wanna come with you. Want you're come inside of me please Simon please!” You yell squeezing your eyes shut and he fucks into you harder and faster, your words are his motivation to come with you.

“Fuck darling, saying such dirty words, come on, come, I’m right with ya.” He says, as he finally let's go into you, you scream out his name as he fucks his load into you riding out your orgasm. Your panting, “look at me, love,” he says. He pulls you out of your daze and smiles at you lovingly, you're fucked out daze meeting his eyes. He pulls out of you slowly as you moan at the sensitive sensation.

He kisses your cheek as he goes to stand up but you grip his forearm, “just gonna clean you up, I’ll be right back.” You nod weakly and let him go. You are tired, fucked out. He comes back and rubs away his cum with a warm wet towel then tosses it to the side.

He pulls the covers over both of your naked bodies and pulls you close to him, “did I do okay? I didn’t do much for you.” You frown.

“Don’t worry about me, you felt so good. You did amazing,” Simon tells you kissing the top of your head as you curl up on your side into his chest. “I love you.” He tells you.

“I love you too Si,” you sleepily say.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

you need a holiday. [part 4]

pairing: hongjoong x best friend! reader

genre: friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn / slow romance, suggestive, fluff, crack

word count: 1.6k

warnings: suggestive, hongjoong is awkward, reader is a down bad, both of you are massive simps <333

summary: hongjoong escaping his work life to go on holiday has proven to be more ideal than he expected it to be... [part 1 , part 2, part 3, final part]

author's notes: this part is a little bit more spicier and also cute if i do say so myself. please let me know your thoughts and... well... enjoy!!

"You have arrived at your destination."

The magical words of the pilot sounded as you tried to gaze out the window. Hongjoong's head, which had landed on your shoulder, was obstructing most of your view. He had dosed off to sleep during the flight, which wasn't surprising. This man needed all the sleep he could get with the schedule he had.

When everyone had gotten up in a rush to get out, you didn't have the heart to wake him at first. You gazed at his face fondly. He looks so at peace. Not happy, not sad. Not stressed about deadlines or the other members or any responsibilities he had in Korea. He was thousands of miles from home, there would be nothing to worry about, surely?

Heat rose to your cheeks at the close contact. Hongjoong wasn't the touchy type of friend, which you viewed as a good thing, for your own sake. If he was a physical contact type of guy, you might even begin to grow feelings for him. Even now, as he snuggled his head down, now perfectly settled on your shoulder, you could help but be very aware of the way your heart fluttered because of it.

"Joongie~" your sing-song voice sounded, but it was a half-hearted attempt, too quiet for him to possibly hear it. You looked around you desperately for help, for someone else, anyone else, to wake him up because you just couldn't.

Fortunately for you, there was a loud clutter of someone's suitcase falling to the floor, which seemed to bring him out of his slumber. His eyes opened first, and as his dream melted away, he became aware of the shoulder he was leaning on. Your shoulder.

"Ah, sorry," he lifted his head and shook his head to wake himself up more, rubbing his eyes with his hands. "How long was I out for?"

"Pretty much most of the flight," you shrugged, finally releasing yourself from the seat belt across your lap as you tried to calm down your rapid heartbeat.

There was an awkward quietness among the both of you as you scrambled to take hold of your hand luggage, before finally exiting the plane, saying thank you to the cabin crew.

Next stop: the hotel.

Hongjoong managed to get the hotel room just across from yours. How convenient.

Part of you didn't feel too happy about this. In your own romantic mind, somewhere deep down in your complicated soul, there was a sparkle of hope that 'oh no, there are no more rooms left in the hotel' which would soon lead to 'oh no, there's only one bed, whatever shall we do!'

You flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling. Why did you feel this way? Perhaps, you were just excited about spending to him with your best friend. It had been so long, after all. Surely, that must be the only reason. There's no way you were developing feelings for him already, right?

You dreaded to think that... if you were feeling this was already, so early into the holiday, how will you be feeling after these 5 days?

"Y/N, you in there?"

Hongjoong knocked from outside of the hotel room, which made you sit up on your bed. You looked around at the state of your room, clothes everywhere and not yet sorted out, packets of crisps you consumed because you were peckish after the taxi ride where, and duvet covers ripped off the bed because you hated how they were tucked in so harshly.

"Uhh, yeah, just a second!" You replied, whisking around in a frenzy to try and get some coordination. But when it was no use you simply opened the door to your handsome friend, hiding most of your body behind it as you peeked into the gap with a smile.

"You ready to go down to the pool?"

You soaked in his new look - a loose shirt delicately down up halfway to allow a generous view of his chest, a pair of swim shorts which clung to his thighs magnificently, and a cap on his head to show off the charming features of his face. He was absolutely, phenomenally, totally, utterly gorgeous. You almost started to drool at the sight of him.

"Y-yeah, of course," you shrugged, cursing yourself for stuttering like a fool. What had gotten into you?

"Cool, I'll see you down there," he gave you a little grin, before sliding his shades onto his face. So cool.

Grabbing your towel and a bottle of sunscreen, you shoved the items into your bag and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come...

You didn't prepare yourself mentally for the sight you were now beholding. You knew that you were going to see your best friend half-naked in all his glory, but perhaps you should've given yourself a pep talk.

Because staring at his now very openly exposed chest, you realised how very not-ready you were for this situation. The sunglasses helped to shield your curious eyes.

Sitting down on the sunbed next to him, you gazed out to take in the largeness of the pool before you. There were only a few people surrounding the pool, all scattered to their own, individual areas, not wanting to be too close to people they didn't know There were two people swimming, one doing lengths of the pool while the other bobbed about on the tiptoes. The sun was hot, tickling your skin with its heat deliciously. There was a soft breeze that could barely be felt, but you could see it from the movement of the palm trees which decorated the corners of the resort. You smiled and sank into your seat.

"I'm going in," you announced, sunglasses still on your face as you got up, removing the cover-up that elegantly framed your body before. Now you were in the same compromising state as Hongjoong was, and suddenly neither of you knew where to look.

Hongjoong averted his gaze as you squeezed the sun cream into your hands, covering your body with the appropriate amount, starting with your legs. Making your way up and up and up, you realised you weren't going to be able to reach your back by yourself.

A smug look came upon you. There had been this confused and palpable tension between the two of you ever since you had gotten off the plane. And you thought that you would finally use it to your advantage,

"Hey, do you mind putting some sunscreen on my back and shoulders?" You asked, ever so innocently, looking straight at him from over your shades. He looked up, his mouth open as if to question you, but no objections came out.

Finally, he came out with a 'sure' whilst internally screaming. Hongjoong stood up as your back was turned to him. He collected some cream into his hand as you moved any of your hair out of the way for him to have better access. When his hands connected to your skin, butterflies rippled through your stomach as your closed your eyes, sighing with contentment. You needed his touch again.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong's mind was going at 100 miles an hour, while his movements were slow. He cleared his throat awkwardly and massaged the sun cream into your shoulders, the feeling of his thumbs rubbing into your skin making you both relax as well as on edge. You felt goosebumps prickle your skin at the sensations of his little, delicate touches.

"Thank you," you turned around to him, looking up at him with big eyes as he finally had the confidence to look down at you, his heartbeat quickening, but he had a small grin playing on his lips now. He laughed off the tension and shook his head, not believing the tremendous effect you had on him all of a sudden.

"I might as well get in too," he sighed, removing his sunglasses from his face, "you wanna do me?"

He blinked multiple times as his eyes grew wide. Perhaps it wasn't the best sentence he'd ever phrased....

"I don't mean do me, like umm, I mean do me like.. do my sunscreen... for me. You know, put sun cream on my back. Oh, forget it..."

You snorted in his frantic recovery, happily obliging to his suggestion.

"Don't worry, I got you," you laughed as he huffed, exasperated at himself for waffling like an idiot.

Still, things didn't feel as awkward anymore. Perhaps, when boundaries are crossed, the initial awkwardness melts away. The fact that you were both half-naked in front of each other certainly was a hurdle to get over. But here, now, with you guys freely touching each other as if it were nothing, and yet it all felt significant. So significant and meaningful.

Or perhaps you were romanticising things again.

The late afternoon ticked on into the evening, and you both still swarm in the warm waters, floating and talking gently as the water trickled around both of your bodies. Onlookers passing by would think you guys are dating. The attraction was there, sparkling around the both of you like some kind of tangible magic. Hongjoong looked at you with an gentle gaze, smiling and laughing frequently in between breaths of ease.

Thoughts of work were far behind him. There was a chance for him to disconnect, and then reconnect with his passion after all. He didn't think it would be possible. Heck, he didn't think he would be able to relax at all here. But as he listened to you speak, watching your animated expressions and comfortable gestures as you ranted about mundane things in life, he realised that his holiday and quest for relaxation didn't start when he landed in a different country.

It started when he realised he loved you.

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[takenbypeter]

“Just this once.”

Peter Parker x reader

Words: 755

FLUFF BINGO

Peter agreed to most things. He’s told you all his secrets. He let you know he was Spider-Man. He’s taken you web-slinging before. But the one thing…the one thing Peter didn’t let you do was wear his suit.

“Come on Peter, just let me try it on,” is what you said, as you took a couple steps closer to where he was seated on the corner of your mattress.

“Uh,” your boyfriend shook his head twice, amused smile already appearing on his face, “I don’t know about that.”

“Why not?”

“Trust me this is for your protection.” His hands leave his lap and gesture towards the window. “What if someone saw you? Then put the pieces together that you’re somehow connected to Spider-Man. I’m sorry I just can’t do it.” He said arms making an x shape showing how dead set he was opposed to this.

You understood where he was coming from and you appreciated his want to keep you protected but in that moment that was the lamest excuse you’ve ever heard and it showed on your face. With crossed arms and one eyebrow raised, you leaned back for a moment before nodding and heading to the window. Once there you tug the shades down, blocking anyone’s view from coming in. “There, now no one will see. Problem solved. Plus do you know how many times you’ve crawled through that window just wearing your suit, I think people would’ve caught on by now.”

Peter’s lips pressed together while his stare remained on the window that’s view was clearly now obstructed, not thinking this far ahead.

“Peter please, I just want to try it. Just this once.”

Peter’s eyes shut as he pressed them together in thought until he finally let out a breath, “just this once.”

You grin, cheeks protruding from how excited you are about this but you quickly suck your cheeks in face returning to neutral, “thank you very much I will not waste this opportunity,” you said, trying to sound as professional as ever.

Rolling his eyes followed by a grin he reached into his bag pulling out his suit. Practically grabbing the suit from his hands you immediately run to your closet.

When you ran into your closet, you forgot to take into account that there were already clothes in there so changing was a slight issue but you pushed through, too excited to be annoyed.

The moment the material touched your skin you felt a chill and once fully on you realized how snug it actually was. It wasn’t super uncomfortable but it would take a little getting used to.

Once the suit was fully on, excluding the mask, you make sure there are no creases before you grab hold of the door handle and turn it.

At first you were feeling a little self conscious considering how the suit hugged you in some areas, it was still moveable, just tight.

“Okay, it is a little tight, I’m honestly not sure how you wear this everyday.” You said stepping out into the light of your room.

You tugged on the sleeves and then the gloves, looking to make sure everything was in place correctly. “How do I look?” You looked up to see Peter practically gawking at you with his mouth hung slightly open, that made you feel a little bit better. A little bit embarrassed but still better.

“So?” You said breaking the ice since he obviously wasn’t going to. He shook his head, eyes still on your appearance, “I honestly would’ve let you try it sooner if I knew you’d look that good in it.”

You let out an embarrassed but thankful laugh as you looked at yourself in the mirror, taking in the new sight. “I do look pretty cool,” you shifted yourself seeing the way it looked at different angles before you realized he was still staring.

Turning to him again you ask, “what are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, prompting you to take a few steps towards him. “No, what is it?” You wonder, placing yourself right in front of him.

Grinning he angles his head up towards you, “I’m just thinking, instead of just this one time. Maybe you could try the suit on again, just one more time, or many more times after that.”

You chuckle at him, interrupting his sentence with a teasingly, “oh shut up,” before leaning over his lap, and reaching out you tugged the neckline of his shirt, cutting his words off with your lips.

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[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ bubbly | c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader. genre: strangers to friends to lovers, fluff. wc: 800?. warnings: this man is absolutely astronomically down bad. an: i’m going to pretend this isn’t self-indulgent. bonus points for anyone who correctly guesses who the inspiration for this beomgyu is 🤪

your eyes sparkle. your lips curl up. they dig into your cheeks and crease the edges of your eyes. you tilt your head back. and then that smile, already lethal enough as is, cracks open and you laugh.

this sequence, this magnificent spectacle, plays in slow motion for beomgyu. it is a mesmerizing spell that had been burned into his retinas from the very moment you first honoured him with it–monday, or just now, he wasn’t sure. every time felt like the first.

laughter, beautiful, raging-manic-drugged-up-butterfly-unleashing laughter spills from your lips and wraps around the racing heart in his chest so firmly he has to gasp for air. he’s pretty sure this sight deserved the top spot on the list of the world’s seven wonders, but he also wanted to drag you into a room and have it all to himself.

and he did that. him. little old beomgyu pulled that look, that sound out of you.

you were going to be his. you didn’t know it yet, but you were.

“tomatoes, beomgyu? really?” you say between the breaths with which you’re trying to control your laughter. his heart swells a little more every time you say his name, and he’s certain one day it’s just going to burst right out of his chest and snuggle into yours. you manage to contain yourself and his heart drops, but the smile remains so he deems it still a win. “what do you have against tomatoes?”

“they’re pure evil,” he grins as you dab away the tears in your eyes with your fingers. he decides right then and there that these kinds of tears are the only tears that are allowed to fall from your eyes. “they’re designed to be imposters! i mean, look, they’ve got the look of a vegetable, but they’re a fruit! not to mention, they’re too slimy to really taste like either.”

you giggle, and tomatoes are suddenly his favourite fruit in the world. he’d start a small country and make tomatoes the national fruit, it’d be on the flag too. “fair enough. but you believe that’s why they’re plotting a revolution?”

“think about it,” he shrugs, brushing obstructing strands of hair from his eyes, “no one would ever see it coming.”

you shake your head and sigh, your hair falling over your face. he aches to reach over and tuck it away; he wanted to always see all of you. but he thinks better of it. he would take things slow, have you see how great he was first. there was nothing cool about being irredeemably down bad for someone from the second he laid eyes on them.

the campus café was quiet this time of the evening. most students were either comfortably in their dorms, or partying in someone else’s. on any other night, beomgyu, too, would have been with a solo cup in hand at heeseung’s, but now you were here. you had transferred from another university in the city and, with his luck, you were in the same major, in the same year and had been grouped together for an assignment.

needless to say, professor cho is his hero.

“beomgyu,” you say, pulling him out of his daze. he then decides that beomgyu must be the most beautiful name in existence, second only to yours, because why else would his heart skip a beat when you say it. your smile has vanished, and you’re looking at him in a way that makes him nervous.

“why aren’t the others coming?”

he fights the surprise off from his face. his mind is blank. how was he to tell you that he told them you moved the groupwork date to tomorrow, because he hoped to have you alone today. because talking about tomatoes with you was infinitely more important than some guy called leonardo da vinci and whatever the hell he did.

he observes your face, starting from your cute little chin and ending with your big, beautiful eyes. he realizes that this look is telling him that you know. you know they aren’t coming, and that you could have possibly known for the whole three hours you’ve sat there. he feels his heart in his throat, two feet from disembarking on the journey to the palm of your hand.

“do you wanna go somewhere with me?” he asks, a little more breathlessly than he had hoped. that smile, that weapon of mass destruction sent by God Himself to make him a holy man, makes a reappearance and it’s all he can do not to fall to his knees.

“i’d go anywhere with you,” you mumble. and then your eyes widen with realization and your face turns pink.

he fires heeseung a text, yea, no, dude, idc. this woman is going to have all my babies.

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[dearweirdme]

I wasn't planning on talking anymore but I wanted to send you something to hopefully counter all of the doubters that were bumming you out. 😊 People react very emotionally right away when something like this happens, and I think they should at least take time to process everything before getting into any discussions. This isn't even our first round of shenanigans this year. I've been a Taekooker for a long time and the outV/outJK hate campaign has been around at least as long so this is not my first or second rodeo. They almost always follow the same pattern. The Taennope situation is the one outlier and while a lot of people were panicking immediately after the Paris video, most eventually came back around because the weirdness of the whole thing is obvious to the point media play started being the only explanation that makes sense. Features that are almost always present are a combo of real pics/videos and edited or fake photos/videos that get debunked, a lot get debunked very quickly. What they try to pass of as "proof" usually hides the identities somehow, no recognizable or only partially visible faces, blurring, facing away from the camera, or obstructed view. There's always coordination between multiple accounts that start posting everything together, they often end up contradicting each other or overplay their hand by embellishing too much and adding something that is very obviously untrue. One of the most interesting things to me about the most recent shenanigans is the similarities in the "proof" to JK's "scandal" in 2019. What we got first was a pictures of CC camera footage that showed JK backhugging a woman. This actually showed visible and identifiable faces. It was definitely him. I engaged a lot more on Twitter at the time and was in a group chat with a few big accounts and that day was a crazy one, because the accounts that started the rumor tagged us personally. I think they thought we'd freak out and spread it, but we all kept it in the chat and didn't make any public posts. Soon enough the rumor was officially denied, and the woman involved posted a letter saying they were just friends and she apologized for upsetting anyone (which she shouldn't have had to do). Maybe it's because I saw that go down in real time from a front row seat that the recent smear campaign doesn't get to me. I find the whole thing questionable in the same way every incident has been. Except this time Jungkook actually addressed it almost immediately and while talking directly to us. I've seen some imply he said "I don't have a girlfriend" (three times apparently "I don't have any girlfriend") as some sort of half-truth skirting around him having a gf when the video was shot but not now, but I don't think he would say that if he thought there was a risk anything was going to come up that would make it look like he tried to lie to his own fans. If that was a risk I think he would have just stayed quiet about it, and he certainly would have been advised to stay quiet by the company. I also think him expressing relief at having said that is very interesting. How long has he wanted to say something like that. I trust Jungkook. I put my trust in him over a group of people spreading these things, whether they are all real/some real/all fake, for one purpose: to hurt him by turning his fans against him. None of this is reason enough for me to doubt everything I've seen in Taekook. Earlier you said "I have a pretty clear idea in my head on how everything fits together", I feel that. I debunk a lot of Taekook for myself, but there's still a lot that is undeniable for me and I have everything lined up with receipts when it comes to them. The foundation of my belief just doesn't shake that easily. Thank you for posting pictures of them recently, because I think it's very easy for some to forget why they were here in the first place when there is so much confusion.

Hi anon!

Thanks for this ask! I very much agree with you on all points.

#taekook #shenanigans #i’m not going to engage much in this today

[denim-mixtapes]

Hi I love your writing!! Could you do some kind of meet cute with new neighbor Steve? Total romantic comedy over-the-top cute but unrealistic type shit.

Hi friend thank you for this, I love ooey gooey stupid little meet-cutes so I had fun with it!! I hope it meets your expectations!

Pairing: Steve/Reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used) W/C: ~1k Warnings: Mild nudity (just undies!), language, awkward lil reader.

Having a laundry room in your new apartment building was definitely a privilege, maybe even the best feature the place had to offer. The fact that you didn’t have to lug your washing downtown to the laundromat was initially what sold you on the place. However, it came with its downfalls too…like getting too comfortable in the still-very-public-place that just happened to only be two doors down and across the hall from your apartment. 

It was late. Too late to still be up doing chores, but they needed to be done unless you wanted to show up to work the next day in the same pants you’d been wearing for four days. So you found yourself in the laundry room just a little past 11 PM on a Sunday, no sign of life in the hallways, and an overflowing hamper on your hip. 

After dumping the contents of your hamper into the washer and loading it up with detergent and quarters you were about to press start when a bright, bold grease stain from the chili at Benny’s glared back up at you from your jeans. It had to be fresh, you wore these jeans yesterday on your day off and they were perfectly fine, so it must have happened sometime during your shift today. 

You let out a string of curses and took a peek around the room. Crickets. The building was practically asleep when you crossed the hallway to get here. 

So with a sigh and a silent prayer you bent at the waist, pushing the denim down your legs as you went, and stepped out of them. Hurried now, you chucked the pants into the wash and slammed the on button, turned on your heel to run back to your apartment before anyone saw you pulling a full-on Donald Duck through the hallways. 

Except when you yanked the door open the path back home was obstructed. There was a boy in your way, but you didn’t notice until it was too late, when you crashed full force into his chest and sent both of you tumbling to the ground along with his laundry. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, scrambling away from him on the floor and trying to push wayward clothes back in his direction. “Sorry, I – I didn’t expect anyone else to be up and about.” 

“Yeah,” the boy laughed, and when he cocked his head at you, all of his long, gravity defying hair flopped to one side with the motion. “Is that why you were running out of the laundry room, you maniac?” Though his words were harsh, you didn’t take offense. There was a jest in them, a playful kind of ring that felt good in your ears. 

He stood, brushed invisible dust from his clothes and then offered you a hand up. His palm was warm against yours as he helped you up, but the heat rising in your cheeks was even worse. You were acutely aware of your situation and you could barely get a word out without stuttering, but if this stranger took notice he didn’t let on. 

“Yeah, I, uh,” you chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, pulling at the hem of your tee shirt, thankful it was at least somewhat oversized. “Was just trying to make it back across the hall quickly in case anyone actually was awake…which they were. You were. God…” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself and hide your face in your hands. You rushed out a response. “Sorry, I’ll – I’ll go. I’m just gonna move out, actually, hello and also goodbye new neighbor.” 

“Shame,” he mumbled through a smirk, “I was kind of hoping we could make a habit out of bottomless laundry days around here, now you’re telling me I have to start that trend all by myself?” He really pushed the joke, making sure you knew he was just teasing, raised his eyebrows and let a smile broaden over his admittedly pretty features, and waited for you to crack a smile before he tacked on, “M’Steve. 

Crossing your ankles and holding down your shirt with one hand, you introduced yourself and reached out to take his hand again, shaking it this time. “I just moved into apartment 1E, just across the hall there. It’s- it’s why I thought I was safe just booking it.” 

Steve skirted around you to load his own machine and spoke over his shoulder. “It’s happened to the best of us,” he chuckled, “although you had the right idea trying it at almost midnight. The grandmas in this building are usually all in bed by 8. It’s just me and my roommate Robin you’ll have to worry about at this hour.” 

“Thanks for the intel,” you snorted, taking the opportunity with his back turned to pick up your own empty basket and bag of quarters that dumped over when you fell. 

He was quick though, and quick enough was kneeling down next to you helping you retrieve the scattered change. “Anytime,” he said warmly, dropping the quarters into your outstretched palm. You both left the room together, baskets underarm, and before he left up the stairs he offered you one more charming smile. “I’m in 3B. You know, if you ever need, like, a cup of sugar or have any questions about the building or anything.” Two steps up the stairs, he turned around to add, “or just to hang out. Pants or not. You know where to find me.” 

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[aikoiya]

DP HC - The Right to Retribution

This is based on the idea that an ecto-formic ghost's killer continuing to live & commit crimes is deeply traumatizing to the ghost in question.

As such, most civilized ghost societies have a law called the Right of Retribution where a ghost is allowed to do whatever they deem necessary in order to stop their killer, even if that means killing them.

It is even considered an inalienable right in a lot of places.

It's completely possible for a ghost to move on without doing this of course, but it makes it very difficult for a ghost to get to a place, psychologically, where they can do so.

It's similar to how a ghost can move on from not having a grave, but it's difficult on a personal, emotional, & psychological level.

For more on ghost psychology, go here:

& here:

I was so sure that I'd already made a post on this before or a reboot with it or something & that there was something about this mentioned in a DPxDC post regarding Jason Tood & him having been killed by the Joker, but I can't find either of them anywhere! If you know where they are, please tell me?

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What I find interesting is that Vlad could logically make an argument that he has every right to kill Jack as he was the one responsible for his death.

The problem comes when you realize that Jack had never intended to kill Vlad. Which is key. Because in several ghostly civilizations, malicious intent is necessary for it to actually be declared retribution. As such, in societies where retribution must be justified, there is often an investigation to determine whether it is or not. Not just to figure out if the individual actually murdered said ghost, but in some, to also uncover whether or not the individual has changed & are legitimately trying to make amends.

Like, there are ectomantic spells that only the best & most magically skilled of Retributive Investigators have, that allows them to go to a place where something happened, use a bit of a ghost's ecto & a piece of the accused murderer, & it'll create an illusion of what all happened in an area & it's just one part of their job to search through the provided scenes. Upon locating said scene, they must examine it thoroughly with a fine-toothed comb. Literally, it's a magically imbued comb that allows the investogator to focus in on a fuzzy area of the illusion by combing through the fuzziness.

If it's possible that there might be someone else involved, it is their duty to locate their DNA & use that to create an even fuller picture.

When the correct & fullest version of the scenes are found, they can then be bottled to show to a committee who will end up being the ones to vote & decide whether a kill is justified.

Of course, even with such magic, it's still possible for corrupt investigators or anyone knowledgeable enough on how the magic works, to tamper with the bottles & edit the scenes inside.

Interestingly, there is no clearance needed for a ghost simply looking to help the living police to catch their killer. So long as they remain invisible & only draw the police's attention to the truth, then no ghostly lawmakers would have a problem. But things like killing or crippling do require clearance.

So, it's possible that either Vlad doesn't know that it was an accident, doesn't believe it was an accident, or he forged evidence to make it look like it was murder & it'd only take a cursory look to see that Jack has some pretty damn speciesist ideas of ghosts.

I can see him rubbing the fact that he has clearance to murder Jack in Danny's face as he could technically argue that Danny is trying to obstruct his right to enact retributive measures upon the man who killed him & depending on the laws pertaining to the area in the IR that corresponds with where Vlad's initial accident took place/where he died/where he intends to kill Jack, it's entirely possible that Jack's death wouldn't need to be justified, just proven that he was responsible at least in part.

This could lead to Danny becoming wanted by ghost law in-general & not just by Walker. As there's a difference between rules made by a ghost who's Obsession is with rules as a ghost is able to inforce said rules to a degree within their own territory; & actual laws that ghostly societies have as being documented laws.

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At the same time, the investigation would be for the right to deliver justice upon the accused. They're trying to figure out if it'd be legal for Vlad to want Jack dead.

If so, then it means that they can't stop Vlad from killing Jack himself or from asking someone else to do it for him.

They're not gonna execute Jack themselves as that's not the purpose of the law. That would only happen if it was discovered during said investigation that Jack was a threat to ghosts as a whole & that he's committed crimes against ghosts who were ghosts at the time of said crime.

That would be when the Observants would get involved because then it's no longer just a question of Vlad's right to retribution, but the safety of ghosts in-general.

Generally, ghostly politics don't get directly involved with living matters unless it concerns ghostly society as a whole.

The investigation is just to confirm whether Jack was responsible for Vlad's death &, depending on the laws of the area in the IR that is most applicable (area corresponding to the place where the crime that resulted in Vlad's death was committed, area corresponding to where Vlad actually died, area corresponding to where Vlad plans to kill him, ect), whether or not killing Jack would be justified, further depending on whether or not he's killed someone again since.

This would all just allow clearance for Vlad to do so should he choose. It is entirely within his rights to instead decide to just have Jack arrested in the living realms or even crippled to the point where he can never hurt anyone again. Not that Vlad would choose those routes, but the fact is that he'd have those options & it'd be perfectly legal. In such a case as simply sending the man to jail, the investigation would only need to prove that Jack was responsible & possibly that there was a danger for it happening again. Not whether it was justified.

So, yes; legally, both Maddie & Sam would be subject to this as well, but Sam's part would only come up in an investigation for Danny specifically & we both know that he'd never ask for such an investigation as he doesn't blame anyone but himself for his death. Which is also completely within his right to retribution as well.

The same could also be said of Maddie in the cases of both Vlad & Danny, who was, in fact, partially responsible as well.

Jack, though, would be ska-rewed as he was also somewhat responsible for Danny's death even if it wasn't intentional.

It's also important to note that serial negligence is also a factor in these cases. Normally, Jack & Maddie could've been pardoned in some areas of the IR since the first time was an accident. Until it's discovered that it happened again, to their own son, at which point, even though that time was also an accident, it qualifies as criminally negligent homicide & it could feasibly be argued that they are liable to commit said crime in negligence again.

At the same time, if Vlad gets clearance to kill Jack, he'll also get clearance to kill Maddie too, which could end up blindsiding him as it's unknown whether he knew that Maddie was partially responsible for his death or if he was trying to deny that to himself. This might force him to confront said truth.

For all we know, it could utterly change his plans & it's undetermined as to how.

So, yes! There is a lot of factors that go into this sort of thing & it can be a headache!

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Then, there are cases where a ghost's killer had died & became an ecto-formic ghost themselves. Or even if a ghost killed a human without just cause.

In such situations, it can become an entire court case. Though, the ability to call upon the victim does tend to expedite things a bit provided they remain truthful.

There's still an investigation though, as all angles are supposed to be explored to uncover the whole truth of the situation in case either party isn't saying something, forgot something, or simply doesn't know something.

If it's determined that the death was done maliciously or in negligence & it's liable to happen again or had happened before, then depending on what the victim wants to happen & what they are given clearance for, the victim can have their killer jailed, an ectomantic spell cast to have their killer artificially experience the very death that they brought upon the victim, however depending on the laws in place for the corresponding area of death, the victim is either allowed to obliterate the killer with their own hands or they can be entirely barred from doing so. Again depending on the relevant laws in place.

Most civilized ghost societies actually don't allow the victims to do as such & will instead jail the murderer if the victim wishes their existence ceased, then said murderer will be put on end row (the ghost equivalent to death row), but it is still important to establish that some societies do allow the victim to do it themselves.

It's also possible, that if the victim is actually given clearance to kill their murderer, if they don't have the stomach to perform the job, they can then request someone else do the deed, whether it be performed as part of end row or an outright assassination. If they are given that clearance, then neither the judicial system of the IR nor anyone else would have any right to interfere. Sure, someone is more than allowed to change the victim's mind, but they can't outright interfere.

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However, there is definitely a different precedence when it comes to ghost on ghost forced cessation (called ectocide) which is treated much more strictly. It is generally conducted much more similarly to living world court.

In the case of Plasmius vs Phantom, Ellie specifically, practically an entirely new precedence would need to be created as not only are both halfas, but in my hc, Vlad did technically kill her, if just briefly, even though she was already half-ghost herself at the time. While one could compare her situation to having been resuscitated after being killed, to Ghosts, if all your bodily functions cease, even temporarily, then you died, if only briefly. As, you see, death leaves a sort of residue that ghosts can sense.

Vlad could easily get charged with outright murder (which would mean that he'd also be charged with attempted murder because, logically, if you managed to kill someone intentionally, then at some point you had attempted to kill them).

Because the case would be so complicated, it would require a lot of investigation, which would turn up the fact that Vlad had stolen Danny's dna, created Ellie via cloning without the boy's expressed permission, had used her, then when she refused to put herself & Danny in danger, he turned on her, chased her all over the world, & eventually melted her down resulting in a temporary cessation of all bodily functions.

That's not even getting into the fact that Elle qualifies as a baby ghost & thus is considered very precious in ghostly society.

In this case, it'd be something of a mix of ectocide & right of retribution.

By ghost law, even if someone is resuscitated, if they were medically considered dead for any amount of time, then it is still considered murder to them. The reason being that, in ghost terms, even a medically temporary cessation of life gives one a certain, albeit small, connection to death. A residue as mentioned before. And the longer that one is dead, the larger that connection will steadily become.

Even though in human terms, true death is only a thing if the person never comes back, ghosts know that there is more to it than that.

In this case, halfas are beings who die, develop a core, then are revived with that core still inside them, thus making them both alive & ghosts. In order to become a ghost & form a core, you have to have truly died. Cessation may have been temporary, but death is still death.

Which is another important thing here, the acknowledgement that a cessation took place & one's own part in it. In the case of Plasmius VS Fenton. This would very explicitly come up as not only would the Drs. Fenton be forced to acknowledge the fact that their negligence killed their son, but Danny would also be forced to acknowledge it as well. It wouldn't matter if he refused to enact his right upon them, facts are facts & the facts are that his parent's obsession killed him. And it'd be a hard pill to swallow.

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Furthermore, during the investigation of Jack, it is very highly likely that the case would be brought to a higher court due to the danger that both he & Maddie are to ghostly society because of their ectocidal tendencies.

Because of this & the fact that they directly hunt/torture ghosts, there'd be no need to try & hide, & instead the pair would both be taken in & tried in the high court.

While they'd likely think it was all rediculous, it'd become quickly apparent that ghosts had a full & in-tact judicial system.

Both Danny & Vlad would be required to appear in court & testify under a Pheonix Song Oath to tell the truth.

It'd surprise both Vlad & Danny very deeply. Vlad due to Maddie being tried too & Danny because, despite what he keeps telling himself, when the truth of what happened comes pouring from his lips & deep inside, he knows that none of it was a lie.

Then, the confusion & horror on both of the parents' faces when Vlad & Danny are forced to reveal their secrets to the pair.

The 2 would react very differently. Maddie in abject denial & Jack with horror bordering on sickness as everything comes crashing down around him.

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It's also important to note that sane & insane means little to nothing in ghost law, especially in the face of actions.

The biggest issue holding most cases back is time. Remember, the Realms are literally infinite & there are only so many Retributive Investigators & committees to go around. So, it can take time to get through them all. Cases related to serial killers & mass murderers tend to get handled the quickest as the many victims tend to gather together & make sort of petitions. The more victims, the more attention it draws & the more committees will notice.

So, if Jason Todd had become a ghost during his brief time dead, he & other Joker victims could've signed up for Retributive Measures & the high profile would've pushed the case through & gotten it investigated incredibly quickly. The investigators wouldn't have even needed to try too hard, Jokers crimes, mass murdering tendencies, disregard for life, his unapology, his wanton destruction, it would've insured a very rapid, very decisive guilty verdict.

Therefore, every victim would've been given full clearance to do whatever they saw as being just. The problem? Batman prevents their success at every turn.

Like, it'd be one thing if Arkham actually kept the bastard there & treated him. But they don't. Arkham is practically a revolving door for the criminally insane. Which, among retributive committees would disqualify it as a proper place to keep the Joker. Hell, it'd even be one thing if the Joker was actually effing receptive to help, but he isn't. And if there's one thing that such old committee members know from direct experience, it's where to spot someone who will never change because they don't want to. Not to mention how to identify a sane person who's just grifting in order to keep from ending up in actual jail & off death row.

Every instance in which Joker has come close to dying or even outright died? At least one of his victims were behind it.

Thing is, if Jason were to ever remember this, if he could get his hands on proof of his death from both living realm & Infinite Realms, thus proving his Infinite Realms Citizenship, register Gotham as his official haunt & even lair with the Spirit of Gotham's support, as well as an official copy of his Legal Clearance for Retributive Measures (LCRM), he could prove that he has a legal right to kill Joker & by Batman trying to stop him it makes him liable to at least a hundred years jail time in the Ghost Zone for interfering with a ghost's right to seek peace & recover mental health.

Making it clear that ghosts don't possess the same psychological structure as humans. For one, a ghost's mental state is directly connected with their physical state. That while revenge does corrupt ghosts much like it does humans, retribution does not because it is fueled by righteous fury & justified anger. By not allowing Jason to fulfill his need for retribution, he is causing many of Joker's victims to spiral ever deeper into mental & medical torment as a ghost's killer is a highly traumatic subject for them. That the killer's continued ability to keep performing such acts causes their victims ghosts to suffer more in a physical manner.

That since Jason is an Ecto-Liminal whose experienced death & thus part of both the Living & Infinite Realms at once, that means that he is allowed to take retribution directly & without restraint.

That because Gotham herself has given him permission to call Gotham his official haunt, that means that the laws of the Infinite Realms extends here & with just a few negotiations between the mayor of Gotham & the Beating-Heart Boyking, Jason will be given temporary leave of humanity so that human law will not apply to him so long as the Joker remained alive. And until that fucker is dead for good, it'll be clown season & nothing Bruce does would be able to stop him.

Either way, when a ghost's killer is dealt with, the ghost word for it roughly translates to "freeing."

For more, go to my full Ghost Zone Masterlist.

#danny phantom #dp #headcanon #danny phantom headcanon #right to retribution #retribution #revenge #ghost psychology #ghost law #ghost lore #aikoiya hc #writing prompt

[powderblueblood]

I hope this isn't too random but I really like your taste in movies and media and one of my favourite movies ever is Dogfight (1991) with River Phoenix (which I think you'll like if you haven't seen it already) and I love the idea of a Dogfight AU with Eddie or maybe Steve. It's pretty convenient that the lead character's named Eddie in the film too lol. Anyway, I'm not making a request or anything like that I just wanted to say that ever since I started following your blog I've felt that you're the perfect kind of writer to do a story like that. I watched the movie again a few days ago and I was reminded of your blog and I kept thinking oh man if anyone could get this AU down the right way it would be powder

so I want to preface this with telling you that I hadn’t seen dogfight when I received this ask but I read this and I was like you know what. I’ve got nothing on this morning lets pop in a movie

and jesus christ anon, have you ever got my number. i really, really liked it. took a few notes during. this was one of them

and i also got to thinking about this little sketch-- i mean, i have a bias towards wisecracking tragedy boy eddie munson lets be so serious, so i watched it with him in mind. (i also think there's such fertile real estate with steve as berzin-- i wanna talk about the marcie of it all with him!)

but you've got eddie, okay, eddie with a crew cut and a malaise that seems boyish but isn't. in boot camp, they cut off one of the last things that made him him (his hair, i am always thinking about his hair) and dressed him up to send him off to die.

on the one hand, he's dabbled in the counterculture by virtue of being an outsider all his life (he knows the war is fucked); on the other, he doesn't want to be a draft dodger like his father. the more he's surrounded by something like the rigidity and after-dark feral lost boy-ishness of the marines, the easier it becomes to surrender to it. forget himself. make a bunch of jarhead buddies and put money on a dogfight.

they're calling for okinawa in the morning. he's got twelve hours in frisco and a mission to find the ugliest date that he can.

and then he meets you.

you, and you are sweet and weedy in nature with a guitar in your hand, with hands you hold like there oughta be rosary beads webbed between your fingers. your shrine to joan baez and odetta holmes on the wall of your bedroom in the apartment above the diner that he stumbles into, sweating and desperate and running low on that classic munson charm, trying to find the gnarliest bitch hound in all of san francisco.

your hair is a little too done up in a poor imitation of girls in the magazines and you move your body like it's a constant obstruction, apologetic to everyone in your path. you're perfect-- for this. he asks you to a party, a party set up to humiliate you and amuse him and that's all well and good until--

you pluck off the chords of dink's song and you remind eddie of something he'd tried to beat down, you pressed little flower you.

and this eventual exchange.

'what are you grinnin' about?'

'i was just wondering what you'd look like with your hair a little longer and without that bruise on your face...'

sweetheart, i need to have a fucking LIE DOWN. this really might end up on my WIPS by VIRTUE OF THIS ASK ALONE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE! I LOVE YOU

#powder room talk #anonymous #eddie munson x reader #dogfight au #WHAT TJE FUUUUUCK THIS IS SO ENTIRELY MY SHIT!!!!!!!

[seungkwansphd]

bad news, good news

pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 2.9K summary: after a breakup, you find yourself in the company of your self-proclaimed nemesis. you know as well as anyone that you two don’t get along, but your bodies have something different in mind. genre/themes: smut, pwp, slight dom!Hyungwon, slight brat! reader, enemies2lovers, college au, frat au, 18+ adults only plz.

a/n: moving over from parttimestan :)

    With your brow furrowed, you pushed your way through the crowd of drunk students, eyes scanning for your roommate. This particular frat house was pretty high on the list of places that you never wanted to be. Up until recently, it held the number one spot, but since you and your ex-boyfriend had just broken up, his frat now outranked Mu Chi on your list of hated things.

“Ayo!” a voice rang out from your left, drawing your attention. You sighed at the sight of Im Changkyun, your microbiology lab partner.

“Hi Changkyun,” you smiled, waving awkwardly at him.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you outside of class.”

“Oh yeah,” you blinked. While a very nice guy, you really didn’t know him well enough to carry on a conversation outside of class, so you were surprised at this statement.

“Johnny’s not upset that you’re here?” Changkyun scratched the back of his head.

“Ah, we broke up,” you shrugged, face growing hot with embarrassment. Not that you had anything to be embarrassed about, he was the one who’d been caught with his pants down, metaphorically and literally.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Changkyun said and he sounded quite sincere. “Want a shot?” he offered helpfully.

“Oh sure, what the hell,” you laughed, shrugging. “Will you help me find my roommate afterwards though?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, gesturing for you to follow him. He led you into the kitchen where the alcohol was and poured two shots of tequila. “Bottoms up,” he laughed and you both downed your shots of liquor.

“That’s foul,” you laugh, the burning sensation warming the pit of your belly.

“I know,” Changkyun grimaces before his eyes flit to the doorway.

“Well, well, well,” a teasing voice reaches your ears and your lip practically curls upon recognition. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

    You turn to see the person that you have come to think of as your nemesis. Hyungwon stands tall in the doorway, peering down at you with a playful grin. You narrow your eyes at him petulantly, cursing how his height always gave him the upper hand when it came to teasing you.

“Hey asshole,” you laugh wryly, not in the mood to fight. “I’m just trying to find my roommate,” you explain, trying to sneak under his arm, but he manages to block you. You blink at the obstruction, when did he get so sturdy?

“Cat got your tongue?” Hyungwon teases.

“Are you always so full of shit?” you finally take the bait, temper flaring as you hit him on the chest. You briefly marvel at the new bulk that’s there, but only briefly. “You’re such a pain in the ass and I’m not in the fucking mood. I’m looking for Naeun,” you huff, pushing his arm out of the way and starting your search anew. As you search, you fail to notice Hyungwon ducking his head to listen to Changkyun explain something.

“Naeun!” you call excitedly when you finally find her hanging out in some frat brother’s room.

“Ah, YN!” she smiles happily, standing up from the bed.

“Don’t worry, I’m not cockblocking you,” you reassure the troubled looking young man. “I’m just heading out, just wanted to let you know and see if you need anything,” you wink at your roommate.

“No, I think I’m good,” she flushes, “I’ll see you later?”

“Okay,” you laugh, “Call me if you need, okay?”

    She nods and you leave the pair to their own devices. Back in the crowd, you contemplate a shot for the road. It probably wasn’t the soundest decision that you could make, but part of you wanted to let loose and stop thinking about Johnny for just a second, so you made your way back to the kitchen. You made quick work of another tequila before leaving the booming frat house to walk home.

“Hey hey hey, does the lady need escorting?” an all too familiar voice joins you from behind and you don’t need to turn around to know it’s Hyungwon again.

“No, she does not,” you roll your eyes at him, though you don’t protest too much at the company. As you walk quietly, Hyungwon regards you intently. Part of him wanted to grab you and pull you into himself for comfort, but that wasn’t really the nature of your relationship after all.

“Well, I’m here,” you announce and gesture to your building. “Thanks for the company, I guess.”

“Sure,” Hyungwon nods, voice slightly graveling after not talking for so long. “Hey, I heard that you and Johnny broke up,” he speaks again, catching your elbow slightly.

“Oh yeah,” you grimace, fixing him with a curious stare.

“Chin up, yeah? You’re too good for that guy anyways,” he says, catching your chin with his long fingers.

    You don’t expect the way that your pulse quickens at his touch and you certainly didn’t expect the way his eyes search your face, now upturned towards his. Your expression is slightly confused and you can’t help the way your eyes flit momentarily to his lips.

“Um, what’s happening now?” you find yourself asking and Hyungwon rolls his eyes at you.

“Go inside,” he laughs softly, warm breath grazing your lips. He smells like whiskey and mint and you’re overcome with the urge to fall into him. Instead, you step back and wave at him before entering your building.

    As the elevator doors close, you let out a long exhale, feeling thoroughly confused about what had just occurred. Hyungwon, who had been a thorn in your side since your intro to philosophy class. If you said up, he said down; if you referred to Kierkegaard, he cited Kant. For as long as you’d known him, your primary concern had been getting away from him. This newfound desire to be wrapped up in his arms was very concerning, you must be getting sick.

…

    The following weekend, you found yourself at Mu Chi again with Naeun. Apparently she and Kihyun had hit it off and this was becoming your new home base. You pursed your lips as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hey YN,” the couch sank slightly as a new body sat down next to you. You turned to see an unfamiliar face.

“Do I know you?” you asked, searching your brain for a name.

“Nah, but I know Johnny,” he answered simply, “Name’s Mark.”

“Ah, nice to meet you,” smile with your lips only.

“Shitty what happened,” he remarks.

“Yeah, kind of,” you shrugged, unsure whose side he was really on. “Sorry, how do you know Johnny again?”

    Hyungwon entered the party fray, having just finished up a shower. His still damp hair hung in his line of sight, but it didn’t stop his gaze from zeroing in on you, on the couch, talking to Mark. His jaw clenched, but he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer. As Mark regaled you with his history with Johnny, you noticed Hyungwon’s figure moving to the kitchen.

“Ah, my friend’s here!” you pipe up, interrupting Mark. You wave at him before heading towards the kitchen, relieved at the reprieve. Hyungwon eyes you as you enter. The two of you are not alone, but with the way his gaze burns into you, you might as well be.

“What?” you finally ask.

“Nothing, just didn’t expect to see you here again,” he shrugs, his white t-shirt rippling with the movement. Your chest tightens as you notice how it’s slightly sheer and your brain decides that it absolutely needs to search for the outline of his torso right this moment.

“I wouldn’t be, if it weren’t for Naeun. I guess she and Kiki are a thing now,” you smile, eyes still glued to his chest.

“Yeah, he’s smitten or whatever,” Hyungwon smirks, following your gaze. He pushes himself off the counter and saunters towards you. You barely notice until he lifts your chin up with a finger. “Eyes up here,” he teases, ego inflating at your hungry gaze.

“But I think I like it better down here,” you tease, trailing your index finger around the base of his sternum. You thrill at the way the tendons in his neck flex, confirming that you’re not the only affected party. “Where’s your room?” you stand on your tiptoes to ask.

“Up the stairs, second door on the left,” he whispers, tugging gently on your hair. “Wait for me, I’ll be up in a second.”

    Nerves creeping in slightly, you slink up the stairs, feeling like some sort of criminal. There’s nothing wrong with what’s happening, but for some reason you feel acutely embarrassed. You count the doors and let yourself into Hyungwon’s room. You’re hit by the pleasantly minty scent that you had caught a waft of last week and it makes you feel cozy.

    You check out the trinkets and books on his desk and can’t help but realize how intimate it feels to be in this room without him. You grin at a small framed photo of him and his parents and you don’t even notice him entering the room until he’s standing behind you with his chin resting atop your head.

“Having fun?” he laughs, grasping your wrist to take a look at the old photo himself. Your heart races and you shake your head.

“I’m going nuts,” you sigh, leaning back into him.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs, taking your sigh as reluctance.

“No,” you shake your head simply at him before pulling him down on your lips. You’re not exactly sure where your sense of urgency is coming from, but it overtakes you and has you tugging desperately at his shirt as he backs you towards the bed. Your knees fold when you hit the mattress and you fall back. Hyungwon towers over you and in a flash, his gaze darkens.

“You’re so needy,” he laughs down at you and you’re almost embarrassed at the way you nod anxiously at his statement. “Want me?” he teases, learning forward to trail his fingertips along your inner thigh.

“Use your words,” he coaxes after you nod wordlessly.

“Yes, want you,” you vocalize and he grins, patting you condescendingly on the cheek.

  His expression grows stern as he stands back up, moving to take a seat in his chair. You sit up, a little confused at the change in pace.

“Undress for me,” Hyungwon instructs, leaning back to watch you.

“I-,” you swallow. His domineering tone thrills you, but you feel frozen in place.

“I wouldn’t make me ask twice,” he warns you, but the twinkle in his eye makes you want to test him.

“Isn’t that your job?” you ask, running your tongue across your teeth and raising your brows expectantly.

“I always knew you’d be a fucking brat,” Hyungwon curses, reaching forward to pull your across his lap. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in orientation, but more so at his admission that he had thought of you in this way before. Both realizations send a zing through your core and you clench, suddenly feeling very empty.

“Count for me,” he instructs and you let out a squeak of surprise at the first impact.

“Hyungwon!” you gasp breathlessly between the fourth and fifth spanks and your toes curl at the way you can feel his hardness pressing into your stomach. Hyungwon can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when he hears you calling him like that, so clearly aroused just for him.

“Good girl,” he brings his hand down to rub your stinging cheeks soothingly. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs and you’re surprised at the pleasure that curls up in the pit of your stomach. “You’re soaked,” he marvels as his long fingers trace you through the fabric of your panties and tights.

“Are you that needy for me?” he needles at you and you throw a dirty look at him over your shoulder. He cocks an eyebrow at you, “You’re pretty bold for someone who’s laid out and leaking all over my lap.”

    Your jaw drops and you flush, truly wordless. Hyungwon smirks and returns his attention to teasing and rubbing you through your panties. You squirm, aching and desperate for more.

“Hyungwon!” you finally break, turning wide eyes towards him, “Will you finger me, please?” you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Fucking hell,” he groans before tugging your panties and tights down around your knees. When you look at him like that, he can’t think of much that he wouldn’t indulge you in. Licking his lips, he strokes his fingertips between your glistening folds and you buck at the contact.

“Fuck!” you squeal, lifting your hips slightly, trying to create even just a little more friction. Hyungwon’s long fingers stroke your slick folds, but don’t go beyond teasing your entrance and you feel as if you might genuinely combust. You let out a cry of desperation before you feel his fingers stroke into you deeply. Your eyes roll back as you relish the sensation of being filled. His long fingers work in and out of you diligently and you can feel yourself leaking down towards your knees. “So good, please,” you blabber unintelligibly as he pushes you towards the edge.

“So fucking wet for me,” he marvels, his erection straining painfully against his pants, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Ideally, he’d like you to cum several times before he does.

“Hyungwon!” your voice grows slightly frantic as you grab a fistful of carpet and your walls clench around his fingers. “I’m gonna-, can I?” you ask.

“Fuck yes, good girl, cum for me,” Hyungwon growls, seeing red when you ask him so politely for permission. Curling his fingers just slightly, he pulls one loud orgasm from you as the music from downstairs continues to beat throughout the house.

“God damn,” you murmur after he guides you to his bed and you curl up under the sheets. He climbs in behind you and pulls you against his chest with a smile.

“How was that?” he asks, stroking your hair softly.

“You’re into some kinky shit!” you tease playfully, but you both know it’s the pot calling the kettle black.

“You think you have more in you?” he asks while one fingertip strokes the underside of your breast thoughtlessly. You nod shyly and Hyungwon laughs, dipping his head to nibble gently on your neck. You arch slightly, pressing your ass against his prominent erection and grind gently. You hear him hiss and fumble to take off his pants.

“Whoa, I-,” you’re shocked when you reach back to grab it. Granted your hands weren’t nearly as big as Hyungwon’s, but your fingertips barely encircled his girth.

“I can’t wait to make it fit,” he whispers in your ear, hips bucking against your grip. Your eyes widen, but desire curls deliciously in your belly again.

“Make me take it, like a good girl?” you ask.

“Greedy,” he nips at your earlobe as you guide him into you. Your jaw drops as you stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” you both sigh as he bottoms out.

“You’re so tight,” Hyungwon grits out, “I’m about to lose my mind.”

    You can’t help but feel giddy at the hold that you have him and you roll your hips, milking him, wanting to truly drive him insane. Hyungwon grabs your hips firmly and unsheaths himself, less than pleased at your antics.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head, instead choosing to nestle his length against your lips so that his shaft grazes your clit. You squeeze your thighs together, which are more than coated with your arousal and he strokes easily between them. It’s not long before you’re aching for more, so you turn on the charm again.

“Hyungwon, please, I need your cock! I need you to stuff me with that big cock,” you beg, tugging insistently at a free hand.

“Yeah, want my cock in you?” he pants, “Want me to bottom out in you again?”

“Yes!” you groan at his dirty words and your eyes roll back again when he finally re-enters you. You think you let out an ungodly scream as he plunges into you, deep and hard.

“Fuck,” he grunts above the sound of skin on skin and your walls start to spasm around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant.

“I’m close too,” he responds, “Where do you want it?”

“Will you cum in me?” you respond shyly and Hyungwon’s eyes widen. His lips curls up into a snarl and his pace quickens as he nods affirmatively.

“Such a desperate slut for me. Letting me fill you up like that,” he moans appreciatively as you start to come undone.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” you groan, gripping his hand firmly. Shortly after, you feel his hips buck and he pulls you against him, releasing inside of you. His breathing is ragged and he rests his forehead against your back momentarily.

    After you both recover, you grow shy again, wondering if you should see yourself out. You glance around, seeing your mangled tights, but not much else.

“What are you doing?” Hyungwon asks, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Looking for my stuff. I should probably leave, right?” you chatter nervously. Hyungwon groans and pulls you back against him.

“Shut up. That’s a tomorrow problem,” he yawns. You decide he’s right and curl into him. You can answer your 17 texts from Naeun tomorrow.

#hyungwon smut #hyungwon fanfic #monsta x smut #monsta x fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #hyungwon x reader #hyungwon x yn #seungkwansphd:writes #monsta x imagines #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenario #monsta x scenarios

[bleachbleachbleach]

Holy Hospital Monitor!

Was anyone else besides me utterly surprised when we saw Rukia and Renji in the trauma center and then we got a shot of a very modern looking patient monitor???

It wasn’t the presence of the monitor that surprised me — more of that fact that I never considered shinigami to have biological bodies. In my mind, they are made up of reishi particles that happen to take the approximate form of a human body. Why would their vital monitoring equipment look anything like the ones for humans?? This is still utterly amazing to me. I couldn’t help but see how their bodies might work though.

Taking a closer look:

First of all, the top and bottom monitors on the left side read exactly the same, so LOL? Renji and Rukia are of one heart/mind/soul and apparently also, vital signs. Let’s just assume the bottom monitor is a duplicate of one patient for some reason. We are told that both patients are “stable” but I don’t think "stable" necessarily means “identical” LOL.

At first I thought this monitor belonged to Rukia, because we get this shot while she is talking. However, upon closer examination, it has to be Renji’s because he is the only one on a ventilator. And this monitor set up is measuring end tidal CO2 (EtCO2), which is only possible if there’s something on the face to measuring breathing. Although, I guess it is possible that Soul Society has made some medical/technological advances so that they would have a non-invasive way of measuring breathing. But Rukia is also talking during this scene, which would mess up her breathing anyway, and the monitor remains steady the entire time. So, back to Renji. 

EtCO2: End tidal CO2. At 42 mmHg this falls within normal range. But, this is… not exactly a normal waveform. The breaths are a bit short  with somewhat of an obstructive/bronchospasm pattern. Someone should probably take a look at him to make sure he’s breathing correctly and there’s nothing wrong with the ventilator.

BP: Blood pressure. I’d like to point out this is very close to that 120/80 number that gets cited all the time, which is at the top end of what is considered “normal.” The mean arterial pressure (MAP) is 95, which is also normal and means there’s good perfusion to the organs and extremities! Renji gets a gold star for textbook blood pressure. Considering he had some massive blood loss though, I would be very surprised if he had normal blood pressure… I suppose they could’ve given him a blood transfusion and probably got him on a really impressive fluid regimen and pressers lol. The waveform on the big monitor looks kind of weird too though? The dicrotic notch is pretty flat and the waveforms are pretty spaced out… Maybe they’re measuring from a central line that’s in a distal extremity, like a foot. As for the waveform on the small monitor… I think that’s supposed to be another arterial blood pressure but LOL it looks like it’s coming from a different person. It’s on a different scale, but the pulses look way faster regardless.

SpO2: Oxygen saturation. At 97% this is a normal reading. This measures the amount of oxygen-saturated hemoglobin, so this suggests shinigami have normal blood like humans…? I have no idea what’s going on with the waveform though, because this doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen. The waveforms are facing the wrong way….? 

HR: Heart rate (and ECG/EKG). 72bpm is a normal heart rate for an average adult human. However, given that Renji is 1) unconscious and 2) in very good cardiologic shape, this seems a little high to me. I have no baseline to compare this to though. Maybe shinigami have little rabbit hearts or something and this is a low resting HR. This EKG reading though… OH BOY. People spend many years learning how to properly read EKGs, so I’m not even going to try and diagnose what’s going on here. There’s a whole lot of noise in the R-R interval (the line between the tall peaks), which could be indicative of some kind of fibrillation, except it’s also regularly irregular. Suffice to say, this is not what a normal waveform looks like. Maybe this is proof of shinigami hearts working differently?

Conclusion: Well, all the waveforms are consistent (stable), if a little wonky by human monitoring standards. The numbers (EtCO2, BP, HR, and SpO2) all read normally too! Interesting to consider that maybe no matter what, the metrics needed to sustain life are the same as they are for humans, but the internal workings of the body (the pattern waveforms) are completely different!

#bleach tybw #i am not a physican so please don't come at me #however if you know more about reading patient monitors please chime in with your thought and interpretations! #what do i even tag this with #yet another example of B3 going completely off the rails with information that is neither important nor particularly relevant #shinigamiology #no brain just bleach

[maccreadysbaby]

oh shoot y’all here goes

a sneak peek of my next work, you won’t be surprised what it is

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“Bentley. Bentley, c’mon dude. Breathe. We gotta go,”

Bentley was trying to breathe, but Asten was dragging him with one hand into the endless forest beyond, and dragging Nico with the other, who was crying hysterically, and Bentley was sure they were going to die. His breaths were coming out as nothing more than painful wheezes and his heart felt like it was going to rip his chest open. And to top it all off, he was in the middle of a forest on the outskirts of Gotham, and not a single Wayne knew about it. The only sounds were the crunching of leaves and the clinking of the crowbar against other tools in Asten’s toolbelt. Their bodies would never be found out here.

Asten kept trying to drag them, but it was pointless when they were both crying messes that couldn’t keep up to save their lives. 

“He’s freaking coming, you guys. Where are the bikes?” He whispered anxiously, whirling around and trying his best to keep the panic off of his face, for the sake of his younger friends. The crowbar hanging on his belt nearly hit Bentley in the stomach with the speed he pivoted. But Bentley was too focused on trying to get air into his lungs through his wheezy sobs and splutters to see Asten’s hazel eyes flick anxiously between the two of them.

“Jesus…” He muttered, and Bentley felt Asten’s hand land on the side of his head. “Do you have asthma?”

Bentley was pretty sure he didn’t. He’d only heard about asthma when Nico talked about his, but then again, asthma sounded a lot like anxiety attacks. At least the whole not being able to breathe part.

He wasn’t able to respond between the ragged breaths and cries that were forcing their way out of him, so he didn’t.

“Nico, can you-“

“I’m getting it!” The blonde exclaimed through sniffles and sobs of his own. He dug around in the pocket of his brown jacket, and Bentley heard the telltale shake of his inhaler right before the hiss of the medicine being released a couple times.

“Here,”

Bentley saw the quick exchange of the inhaler from hand to hand, and Asten started shaking it, leaning down farther so he could see Bentley’s face. His hand had moved from his head to his shoulder and stayed firmly there.

“You gotta breathe deep when I shove this thing in your mouth, Whittaker. It’ll help you breathe,”

Bentley nodded quickly, and Asten promptly put the inhaler in his mouth and pressed on it. He sucked in about as much air as he could force into his rebelling lungs.

“Perfect, just do it one more time,” Asten stated, moving his hand from Bentley’s shoulder to the back of his neck to keep his head in place. “Nico, you see anyone?”

“No,” He whimpered, his voice obstructed by his near endless crying. Asten pressed on the inhaler again, and Bentley made himself suck in what felt like a gallon of air. (It wasn’t actually that much air at all.) The medicine made him feel kind of woozy for a moment.

Asten kept his hand on Bentley, but stood up and looked around the woods, behind them at the cabin they’d come out of. “We have to go. You think you can run? I will not hesitate to give you the most terrifying piggyback of your life.”

Bentley forced a few more breaths in and out, and while the inhaler wasn’t making his stomach stop cramping or his panic fade, he wasn’t gasping for air so much anymore. 

Nico squeaked, a high noise in the back of his throat, and jerked on the sleeve of Asten’s jacket and choked on a few more sobs. “I see him coming.” 

Bentley turned back, and the unmistakable ray of light coming from a flashlight not that far behind them made him want to curl up and die.

“Run, go,” Asten ordered, ushering Nico out in front of him. “You got it, Bentley?”

“I got it,” He murmured. Running nearly a mile probably wasn’t ideal for someone still in the midst of an anxiety attack, but he didn’t really have a choice at this point. Asten shoved Nico’s inhaler in Bentley’s pocket, and they started running.

The cracking and crunching of leaves under their feet was nearly deafening in the pitch black, vacant forest, and the dim light from the moon and stars were their only source of vision. Asten stayed in the back, behind Bentley and Nico. Bentley was so focused on not falling and not throwing up and not hyperventilating that he shouted in fear when there was a loud metal CHINK! and Asten screamed.

Like actually screamed. Bentley hadn’t heard a sound like that since he’d been poisoned, and it sent both him and Nico pivoting backwards instantly.

Asten was on his hands and knees in the leaves and dirt, heaving for shaky breaths, and there was a bear trap on his right leg.

There was a bear trap on his right leg.

“Oh my God!” Nico shouted, dropping to his knees next to him. Bentley stood in a mixture of shock and terror before Asten forced out the words:

“Get it off,”

He wasn’t crying, but he was batting tears out of his eyes, which instantly made Bentley’s anxiety triple. He dropped down into the dirt on the other side of him.

Even in the dim light, Bentley could see the blood soaking through the leg of his pants. A lot of blood. And Asten was trembling, so Bentley put a hand on his side to give some kind of support. He had no idea how to remove a bear trap.

“These are freaking illegal-“ Nico was muttering (and still crying, now harder than he had been.) as he examined and tried to figure out any way to get the trap off. 

And there were footsteps coming. Bentley glanced up, and he could see the flashlight beam panning through the forest.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Nico murmured, bringing one hand up to his mouth and sobbing into it.

“Just…” Asten cursed under his breath, leaning into Bentley slightly to turn over and sit on his butt. “Just take it out of the ground, and… and we’ll get it off later.”

“You’re going to drag a bear trap on your foot where? Onto a bus? A taxi maybe?!” Nico squeaked. Asten reached for his toolbelt and pulled out the crowbar, holding it out to Bentley. The footsteps and flashlight beam were getting closer, and they wouldn’t be able to get away in time.

“Bentley,” Asten said seriously, grabbing his shoulder with one hand and attempting to hide a grimace of pain. Bentley looked down at the long, cool piece of metal he put in his hands. Wasn’t getting beaten by a crowbar how Jason died all those years ago?

He didn’t have much time to think about it, because the footsteps were getting closer, and they weren’t going anywhere.

Asten was hit by a wave of trembling, and he squeezed Bentley’s shoulder. “When he gets here, beat the hell out of him.”

—

AAANNDDD Bentley isn’t out of the woods yet (literally.) there was no way I could abandon this boy. The second installment of his series, A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne will be coming out soon! Keep ur eyes open 👀

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[teenandbeyond]

I just had an idea. Senku x fem reader where they play strip poker together and it ends in smut 👀

Senku x Fem. Reader

I actually had this idea forever ago and forgot about it, you made me want to dig it up. Edit: Gender isn't really specified, so anyone could read.

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🧪Strip Tease🧪 (Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Old Writing(didn't edit, idk what this is), never played poker ever, Smut, idk really, childhood friends till adulthood changed things

When you practice strip poker with Senku...it turns into you practicing other things...

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“Did you really need me to practice with you?” Senku grumbled from his seat.

“Well, I needed someone who wouldn’t care. I could’ve asked Taiju, but he likes Yuzuriha so I’m not even gonna bother him with that. That left you.”

“Don’t you have those other lame friends?”

You muttered a reply as you got out the cards to shuffle them, “Exactly, lame. They pretend when it’s convenient. Since I’m playing with them tomorrow anyway, I might as well learn how beforehand-- Besides, they’re either desperate to see me naked or would be too embarrassed, I’d probably leave early.”

“I don’t see the problem with it. It’s just being naked.”

Your eyes finally flickered up to him, “Exactly why I picked you—What’re you risking first?”

“You know the rules?”

“Mhm. Choose.”

“Watch.”

You dealt five cards for each of you, “I pick my jacket. Winner doesn’t have to remove anything.”

You kept your five cards, while Senku decided to exchange two from his hand.

“You sure you don’t want to exchange any cards?” he smirked.

“I got a pretty good deal, so I’m good.”

“Alright then, hit me.”

With a victrious grin you smack down your hand, “Flush. Beat that!”

His smirk didn’t drop as he carelessly tossed his hand onto the table, “Four of a Kind.”

“Wha—”

“Don’t you have a jacket to get rid of, [Name]?”

You sighed, slowly taking it off, “Yeah, yeah. All right, let’s try this again…”

You dealt the next hand, Senku simply exchanged one card.

Feeling betrayed from last time, you decided to exchange two cards.

“I doubt you’re going to win this time, so I’ll bet my shirt,” Senku held his poker face.

But unfortunately for him, you had a very good hand.

“I’ll bet my shirt, too. Go for it, Senku.”

“Three of a Kind.”

A chuckle bubbled from you, “Straight.”

He sighed, dejected and began to unbutton his shirt.

You found yourself watching in anticipation as the last button was undone, swallowing as it rolled off his shoulders and to back of his seat.

He was actually much more defined than you anticipated, considering he seemed like a weakling most of the time.

“...[Name].”

You must have zoned out, “I—Uh—Huh?”

He raised a brow, “Are you dealing, or what?”

“Oh…Oh! Right…”

You did your best to avoid looking, so you wouldn’t find yourself staring again.

“I'll bet my watch,” Senku leaned back to watch you.

You tried to not notice the way he unconsciously spread his legs, fortunately the table blocked most of the view.

“My shirt again,” you informed.

After dealing, you showed your hands again.

He’d won this round.

Now that it was reality, you were a little flustered at the idea of being half naked in front of him.

Mainly due to the little, itty-bitty, tiny, minuscule crush you had on him.

That was actually far from any of those things.

Then you reminded yourself, Senku doesn’t think anything of it.

He wouldn’t be attracted, so it didn’t matter, right?

You took a deep breath as your played with the hem of your shirt, before tugging it over your head.

It was a shame you missed his expression while your vision was obstructed.

“…Looks like you’re losing.”

You scoffed, “Please, we just started. You may be a science wiz, but games are my territory.”

“Watch.”

“Pants.”

You had a great hand, so great there was no way Senku had the only hand that could beat it.

“You’re done for, Senku!”

“Straight Flush? Not bad.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why don’t you seem worried?”

A cackle passed his lips, which made your eyes go wide.

“There’s no way!”

He tossed his hand onto the table top, a dark smirk taking over his expression, “What was that about games being your territory, [Name]? Because I just won this, Ten Billion percent.”

A Royal Flush.

Your body warmed in embarrassment as your eyes flickered down to your pants.

You’d have to take them off in front of Senku.

“Rules are rules…”

You dragged the pants down your legs and tossed them to the side where your shirt laid.

Now you felt a little embarrassed for your underwear choices, since it was only you who saw what you wore, you tended to wear really cute sets.

But when your gaze trailed from your thighs to the man in front of you…you were caught by his stare.

Why was it so intense?

Why was is so quiet?

Why couldn’t you... look away?

And why…why was it affecting your body?

“[Name].”

The sudden deepening of his voice sent a jolt through you.

“Yes?”

“You know, considering I got the best hand anyone could possibly get…don’t you think it qualifies for the rest of your clothing, too?”

“Uh—Huh? But I’d be n-naked…”

“Isn’t that the point?—What happened to not caring?”

Well, it’s hard not to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“I—well…”

“[Name]…are you nervous?” he teased.

You decided to hide your face, and hide your top half using the table considering the view he had wasn’t great under it.

But he simply just pushed the table to the side, the dragging of the table legs morbidly dramatic to you.

“What’re you hiding for? It’s not a big deal.”

In replacement, you placed your feet in the chair, using your legs to hide a little.

But that only made things worse, his gaze dragged lower and lower before they focused in between your legs.

His expression was one of amusement, while yours was more timid…now he knew everything.

He leaned back in his chair far too casually again, legs yet again spreading unconsciously.

Or perhaps it was intentional this time, you didn’t know.

He leaned his head on his knuckles, silver watch shining due to the light above.

“I haven’t touched you yet and you already gave me a visible reaction.”

Your body warmed more, but most of it was more focused in one area.

“Yet…?”

“I must admit, I came with pure intentions, but I don’t think I’m leaving the same way I came.”

Gloved hands teased you everywhere they went.

“You’re like a little science experiment,” he chuckled.

You were completely breathless, “Sen—kah!”

“I had a few hypotheses to test. They seem to be going well so far.”

The black gloves touched every inch of skin he could as you sat on his spread legs.

The contrast of his black slacks and latex gloves gave you butterflies.

“Why did you have to be a scientist?” you groaned.

He knew all the right places, curse those books, curse the internet.

Then his fingers, finally, finally touched you where you wanted.

He rubbed against the damp cloth, “We should take these off, hm?”

You swore his voice right in your ear was affecting you in an entirely different way.

“We should.”

A gasp, as he tears away a glove to please you with bare skin.

Eyes rolling back as he’s pounding you into the table a few minutes later.

A whimper as his gloved hand explores your back and trails to your behind.

Your voice cracks, as you cheek rubs against the surface, the last card clinging to the table finally fluttering to the floor.

“Been wanting to do this so long,” was all he could grit out, “You’ve got me thinking all irrationally for you…”

Muttering praises in between his thrusts, mumbling how you’re such a good test subject.

And, oh, how beautiful you were, how cute, which tempted him to turn you around and kiss you.

It was so intense, so careful, and there seemed to possibly even be love there.

“Senku…”

“You’re not playing this game with them tomorrow. Not that’d you’d be able to walk anywhere far tomorrow, anyway…”

#ishigami senku #dr stone senku #senku ishigami #senku #senku smut #senku x reader #senku x fem.reader #anime

[cassiuspr]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The recording begins with someone rushing around a living area, cleaning things up and rearranging items. The camera is at upper torso height, in the center. The rustling of fabric makes it clear that the person whom the phone belongs to is wearing some type of denim. Likely overalls.]

?: Damn it, is that good enough? I think I got most of the dirt cleaned up…

[Voice identified: Ophelia.] 

[Xe takes one last look around the PR area, and heads over to a couch. Sitting down.]

[Someone knocks on the door, they knock to the tune of "Ring around the rosie".]

O: Oh, and I just sat down… coming! Hold on!

[Ophelia stands back up and opens the door.]

?: HELLO!

[Voice identified: Bluebird.]

[Ophelia leans down, in frame. A small teen in a red shirt and black jacket with medium brown curly hair is seen waving. Her face obstructed by a Showfall mask, with duct tape on top]

O: Hey! Bluebird, right?

BB: YES! HELLO THERE!

[A voice with an undertone of static calls out from out of frame.]

?: Heyyy Ophelia, long time no see!

[Voice identified: Iris.]

[A four-armed woman with long bright red hair steps in frame, wearing a red crop top with a black cropped jacket and jean shorts. Instead of skin, her body is made up of tan metal plates.]

BB: You two know each other?

[Iris turns to look down at Bluebird, her lower set of arms moving to rest on her hips.]

I: Bluebird, xe asked you to say hi to me for xem like, a day or two ago.

BB: They could've just been a fan! You are a head security.

[Iris turns to look back at Ophelia, but her bright red eye briefly locks directly with the camera before rising to presumably meet Ophelia's gaze.]

O: I can be both. ANYWAY.

BB: … Are you the "Let's-bean" that employee was screaming about that one day?

[Bluebird tilts her head to the side. A strange strangled static sound emits from Iris.]

O: You could say that, yeah. 

BB: What’s a Let's-Bean? Iris never told me?

[Iris places a hand on Bluebird's head as some of the metal plates on her face seem to twitch outwards.]

I: How about we focus on the questions you came here to ask.

BB: That is technically a question.

[Ophelia shuffles zer feet, before clearing her throat.]

O: Do you two want to come in? 

[Iris lifts her hand off Bluebird's head with a pat.]

BB: If you don't mind. 

[Ophelia steps aside, allowing the two to enter.]

Iris: Looks nicer than when I last visited, nice.

[The tension that was present in the PR members' posture vanishes, and Ophelia sighs quietly.]

BB: This is… The only nice room in the mall.

O: We try to keep it that way, yeah. I’m glad it actually is nice, I can never tell if I’m biased on that subject because I live here.

I: Yeah. I've heard even Hetch's place is a mess. A clean mess, but a mess regardless.

O: I don’t think I’ve ever heard that, but then again, I don’t know anyone who’s been in there. You can take a seat if you’d like.

BB: Thank you!

[Bluebird takes a seat just out of frame in an office chair. Iris moves over to a couch and hops up onto the arm of the couch, throwing her upper arm across the back of it.]

O: So… you had a few questions, Bluebird?

BB: Mostly just… How do y'all's End-hands-cements work?

O: Hm… that’s a really complex question, do you mean how they function? Or how we use them?

BB: Both.

O: Well! I’ll start with the one I can most easily answer. We use our enhancements for both work and just day to day, it differs between each person, because no two are the same. But for me, I use my arm to grab things that are pretty far away. Do you want anything to drink, by the way?

BB: Hm… Got any coke? 

O: Oh, yeah. Tons. Cass drinks a lot of coke. I’ll grab you a straw, as well. Because… um. Yeah.

[The camera barely catches Ophelia’s arm extending to a mini-fridge, opening it, and grabbing a can. Before xe grabs a straw from a nearby drawer, and retracts her arm.]

BB: WOW!

[Bluebird hops forward in the chair, both her arms in front of her.]

[Ophelia hands the can and the straw to her, laughing.]

BB: THANK YOU!

O: It’s no problem, Bluebird. I do have another very cool enhancement, but… it’s not safe to use inside. Or in close proximity.

BB: Oh. Why?

O: It gets pretty loud. 

I: Oh, so you're loud, good to know.

[Ophelia coughs, choking on air, each cough a different volume than the last.]

BB: Ohhhhhhhhh

[Iris laughs as one of her hands slaps the back of the couch.]

BB: I get it now.

O: I, um. Okay so– I– moving on!

BB: Let's beans are women who like women

[A loud static bark of laughter comes from Iris as she loses balances and falls sideways onto the couch, her hair covering her face as more static giggles come from the woman.]

BB: Did I get it right?

[One of Iris' hands give a thumbs up.]

BB: YAY! Does that mean…

[Bluebird looks at Ophelia.]

BB: You're a Let's-Bean… And you have a crush on Iris…

O: You are very observant. Um. Changing the topic so I don’t die on the spot! Haha! 

[Iris sits up on the couch, her face plates briefly opening, giving a glimpse of dark red cables underneath, as she brushes her hair away from her face before they snap back into place.]

I: Yeah, let's try and not kill Ophelia, would be pretty inconvenient if she died while you had more questions to ask.

BB: Hm… The rest of my questions are basically the same… Except for the other PR members.

[Bluebird tilts her head again, confusion very obviously on her not visible face.]

O: I can call a few other members out! This is totally not me calling for backup because you two are ganging up on me. 

BB: I DON'T GANG UP ON ANYONE

[Bluebird makes a noise that can only be described as. ">:(" That.]

O: Yep! I’ll just call a few people out, hold on.

[Ophelia turns towards the closed doors that lead to the bedrooms, but they yelp as another figure appears in frame, zey fall to the floor.] 

?: No need. 

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

O: Oh, you di– jerk! How long have you been standing there?

C: Not too long. 

BB: I know what a dick is. 

I: Hey bitch! How was getting buried alive?

[Cassius’ appears to tense up, before answering in a cheery tone.]

C: Shitty! Thanks for asking!

BB: …

[Bluebird draws an angry face in red sharpie on her mask, punching Iris in the arm before grabbing her own hand in pain.]

BB: Ow.

I: Yeah I, don't know what you expected to happen there. Anyways, good to hear Cassius! Just realized I hadn't actually asked you that yet.

BB: Being buried alive can be traumatic Iris!... I think…

I: I once got locked in a box unable to move for 3 hours and I'm fine, so…

[Bluebird walks over to Cassius, looking up at him.]

BB: You look sad… Can I give you a hug?

C: Wh– 

[Cassius stares at Bluebird, confused.]

C: I’m covered in dirt, are you sure you want to? You’ll get messy.

[Iris' eye briefly glows as she turns to look at Cassius, and makes a 'go on' motion with one of her arms.]

C: … sure. 

[Bluebird slowly walks over and hugs Cassius, holding on for 5 seconds before letting go. Not even paying any mind to the dirt on her clothes.]

O: Wait a minute! I thought I told you to clean yourself up like, two hours ago! 

C: Whoops. 

O: You motherfucker! You’re tracking dirt everywhere again!

BB: HEY! LANGUAGE! Dick is fine! But frick or brick is not! Or crap but I give Cassius a pass this one time.

[Bluebird looks over to Iris. Iris mumbles something quietly enough the transcript can't pick it up.] 

O: Sorry, Bluebird. My bad.

[Ophelia turns to face Bluebird, standing up. But she quickly turns back to Cassius to take a piece of grass out of his hair.] 

BB: Iris what did you mumble?

I: Hah uh. Nothing important. Hey, don't you have some questions to ask Cassius?

C: Oh? 

BB: Huh? Oh yeah Mr Cassius, how do you use your End-hands-cements day to day?

C: That’s a good question! Hm… Ophelia, can you take one of the cans out of the recycling and throw it at me? 

O: Okay? Sure?

[Zey walk over to a bin that is full of coke cans and fish one out, before chucking it at Cassius. A singular spider-like limb impales it.]

C: I can catch things that people throw at me fairly easily. Which happens… often.

I: What if I threw a rock at you.

C: It would either hit me, or I’d move out of the way. Please do not throw rocks at me.

BB: That is… Rude.

[Iris' face plates ripple across her face.]

I: Exactly. I think I might have a rock or two still in my pockets…

[Cassius frowns at Iris, before turning his attention back over to Bluebird.]

[Bluebird looks at Iris and begins trying to lift her mask up, somehow getting it up just enough to make a massive frown visible.]

I: If you've damaged your mask further just to frown at me I- okay I don't know what I'll do but I'll do something.

[Bluebird drops her mask back into place.]

BB: No damage!

I: Good. Now, back to questions? I do actually have some stuff I need to do after this… but no rush, I don't think it will cause too much more damage… Hopefully.

BB: I um… I don't have many more questions for Cassius. Just like… The same question for the rest of PR…

O: Hold on… you asked how they worked, right? Like, how they functioned on a person? 

BB: Oh yeah!

O: I can easily show you now that Cass is here. The spider legs that he has are attached at the spine, and have some wires that lead up to here!

[Ophelia knocks on Cassius’ skull.]

C: Hey! Ow!

O: Come on, man. It’s not like you have much up there. It’s all full of thoughts about the CEO.

C: SHUT UP.

[Iris briefly raises a finger before pausing and crossing both sets of arms.] 

BB: We have a CEO?

O: Hm. Yeah. Kinda? Yes? I’m… unsure. But he’s real.

BB: H- How do we… Kinda have a CEO?

I: He's like the same level of authority as Boss Lady, but just like her, Hetch is still above him. Which isn't normally the case for CEOs. I think.

O: Yeah, and Cassius is head over heels for him. I still don’t know why.

BB: Wha- I… I don't think anyone's heels can go that high.

O: It’s an expression. 

BB: No. An expression is the thing your face makes.

O: … You’re right. It sure is.

[Bluebird sits there, head turned to the side in confusion.]

BB: I… You guys give up easily.

[Iris' crossed arms tighten as she slightly hunches over.]

I: Listen, in our defense… nope I don't have a defense. Any ideas you two?

[The two PR members speak in unison.]

O: Nope.

C: Nah.

BB: So I win by default?

[Iris' upper set of arms unfold as she shrugs.]

I: I guess so.

BB: YIPPEE!

[Bluebird hops off the office chair, falling down barely out of frame.]

O: Woah! You alright?

BB: Yes… Maybe…

I: You really need to be more careful Bluebird.

C: Yeah, didn’t you recently get a concussion or some sh– crap?

BB: Yes, but I'm feeling better! Iris is a very good nurse!

O: I’m glad to hear that you’re doing better, Bluebird. 

[Bluebird slowly stands up, the duck tape falling off her mask. Revealing a set of three cracks stemming from the top left corner of the mask.]

I: Doctor. Don't call me a nurse. 

BB: I'M SORRY! I'M VERY SORRY I FORGOT!

[Bluebird drops her head down in sadness.]

I: It's… fine, I know you didn't mean it like that. 

BB: Yes! Iris is a very good doctor, perhaps the best doctor!

[Iris' lower arms move to rest on her hips.]

I: Thank you! Finally some recognition around here!

BB: I think Ophelia gives you recognition everyday

[Bluebird looks at Ophelia.]

O: This is why I called for backup–

I: I thought you said it wasn't backup? 

O: I MEAN THIS IS WHY I CALLED FOR NOT-BACKUP. 

BB: Haha… Cassius, may you and I talk in private?

[The camera turns to Cassius, who has a very large stack of coins in his hand. He raises an eyebrow at Bluebird.]

C: Sure? Why?

BB: Just. In private, nothing bad I swear on my job.

C: Alright. Ophelia, you have fun with Iris.

[Cassius walks over to the door and leaves the room, Bluebird follows. Leaving just Ophelia and Iris in the main PR area.]

I: And he wonders why I harass him so much.

O: Hm… do you have any idea why Bluebird wanted to talk with him? I’ve been a little… off. Since Alexander did… yeah. So I have no clue what she’s noticed that I haven’t.

I: I don't know why Bluebird does half the things she does.

O: Um… so! How have you been?

[Iris lets out a sigh as she somewhat sinks into the couch.]

I: Well I was thinking I'd be able to finally leave the Mall soon- no offense- but now I have to clean up what's hopefully Mai's final fucking mess. 

O: Ah, I see. 

I: I think we all saw. Mai's strength really only existed in making strong Securities. Couldn't even fucking program them right. 

[One of Iris' hands makes a spinning motion.]

I: Sorry if I'm sounding like a broken record but it should not have attacked Alexander no matter how much he provoked it, in that situation. It had it's target, and it should have stayed on target. 

O: Yeah… I’m glad we caught that issue sooner rather than later, though. I just wish it wasn’t caught in that way. I really hope this doesn’t become a larger problem than it already is.

I: Yeah, hopefully.

[Iris turns to look towards the door Cassius and Bluebird left out of.]

I: You think their conversation will take much longer?

O: No idea, if it’s something concerning Cassius’ health or something along those lines, he tends to stall for quite a while. But who knows. Maybe they’re already done talking.

[In that moment, someone kicks open a door and moments later. Bluebird returns with Cassius.]

BB: Sorry about that!

O: Oh!

I: Talk about good timing, jeez.

BB: What I miss?

[Iris glances towards Ophelia and shrugs.]

I: Not much, just some talk about boring work stuff.

O: Yep! What did you guys talk about? 

BB: Nothing much, just like… Boring the mall is falling apart.

O: Really?

[Cassius shakes his head slightly, before walking back over to where he was standing before and handing a handful of coins to Ophelia.]

BB: Yep!

O: Well, if you say so… 

BB: I do say so.

C: If I’m no longer needed in this conversation, I’m going to go back into my room for a bit.

O: After you shower.

C: … Fine.

I: Yeah, no one likes the smell of blood and dirt. Probably.

BB: I can't smell that well so it doesn't bother me!

O: Well, it bothers me! You’re STILL tracking dirt everywhere!

[Cassius brushes more dirt off of his clothes, grinning at Ophelia. He then walks away, presumably to shower.]

O: He is insufferable sometimes, Jesus Christ. Now I have to clean up again.

I: Only sometimes? Impressive.

BB: Should we get going as well? I don't think any other PR members are gonna come out.

O: Yeah, I think most of them are sleeping. I know that Eden is awake, but I don’t want to call her out here. 

[Iris stands up from the couch, stretching as various metal plates from her body briefly extend out, clicking back into place as she drops her arms back down.]

I: Yeah, I'd like to get started on preparing to deal with that Security sooner than later.

O: Alright, if you need any help, let me know. I’m not doing anything, other than that job I got for Friday. So… yeah. Have a nice night, you two!

I: Night!

[Iris waves with both of the arms on one side before starting towards the door.]

BB: WAIT UP!

[Bluebird starts skipping towards Iris, stopping after she gets close enough.]

BB: Bye miss Ophelia!

O: Goodbye, Bluebird!

[Iris opens the door and the two head out, shutting the door behind them.]

[As soon as the door closes. Ophelia turns to the closest wall and bangs her fist on it.] 

O: I can’t believe I got exposed by a child. It’s not like Iris didn’t already know, but… damn.

[Zey sigh. And walk over to one of the many doors in the PR office. Before she opens it, she takes her phone out of her pocket, and gasps.]

O: Oh, you’re fucking kidding.

[Transcript end.] 

#encoreverse blog #showfall #showfall ask blog #showfall media #transcript

[goldenguillotines]

@ambivalence-and-torpor // these gay people really do be on the train

Riding on the train wasn't really something Nakaou did.. he much prefered car rides.. or even riding there on his bike- much easier.. less hassle.. but maybe it was better- a few too many drinks.. probably shouldn't of accepted whatever the fuck that teal offered him in that cigarette. But here he was. Cross as shit and hardly standing as he waited for the train..Leaning on the person who had agreed to come with- Aitreo. He could hear him talking.. but Aitreos words didn't reach his ears, the colors and sound blurring together.. he only clung closer to him. Giggling incoherently as he tried to slip his hand under his hoodie to try and chase the warmth he had... he always really liked that. How warm and welcoming he always felt. Like a giant stuffed bear...

Yeah.. a giant teddy. That's how he's always seen him.. a giant fuckin softie. Even the first time he saw him.. talked with him.. shit.. the first time he talked with him was a blast. He felt like a stupid little wiggler the whole time.. and his heart felt like it was actually beating at a normal rhythm with how overjoyed he was at the guy *finally* coming up and talking with him. He knew the guy would fold eventually!  His cheeks burn.. remembering.. those words..

'You're cute..'

He can't help but grin like a fucking tool up at him, hardly even able to make out the shape of his face, it was in and out.. one moment he thought he could focus in on his eyes.. then the next.. the only thing in focus was his nose. But no matter what came into focus.. he could only thing about how fucking handsome he was. How pretty.. how gorgeous this man was. Any time he saw this guy he was always a solid ten outta ten. Not because he was just- truthfully fucking hot.. because of how pretty his heart and soul was. Shit.. he knows he's not perfect.. for sure not innocent and never done wrong. but man. That guy was so.. nice. caring.. kind.. generous.. literally no matter what he's been there for him. Even now.. he didn't ditch him and is helping him back.. err.. home maybe? Most likely. His hand slips under the shirt underneath, feeling the guy tense and flex.

"Pfffff... mMMMan.. youre such pretty guy lMfao x3"

The warmth under his hand was gone- the sea dweller removed his hand and instead elected to hold onto it. Keeping him from slipping it back under.. the purple laughed loudly.. He felt all over the place, Weakly trying to shove the other free hand into his sweatpants pocket- no dice.. Caught. His head was dizzy.. And his eyes felt heavy.. and he felt good. Happy. Safe. Content.

Everything was moving in a blur, one second they were waiting for the train.. the next he was hugging the fucking dude.. snuggling up close as he thinks he can hear the train getting closer? ... and the next? He was sitting down, playing with his sleeve as he was fighting to keep his eyes open. Working his way closer, he grabbed the man's further wrist- his intoxicated mind wanting to pull it closer.. to kiss his knuckles.. to thank him for being there.. for being alive! Being his friend.. but it never left his mouth. Instead, he felt himself start to slip into sleep.

"Aitreo. paaaallll lol..."

He chuckled, shifting himself in the shitty seat, lower half barely on the seat, upper half in the sea dwellers buisness.. every time he blinked his eyes.. time had passed. he could tell.

The first blink.. he remembers a giant sigh and a few grumbles..

The second.. his head was leaned against his.. nuzzling into his hair..

The third.. an arm wrapped around him.

The fourth? He was being pulled a bit closer, no longer obstructing other riders.. but he certainly wasn't letting anyone get access to the seats next to him.. hogging the area for himself.. and the next?

He shot up,a loud noise echoing out and his skin claims and his body shaky.. he almost missed the loud thwack from above him,

"OW what the fuck!?"

It took him a few seconds to register what he did, lack of pain and sensations makes things harder.. and being as fucked up as he was didnt make it any easier.. His eyes went wide as he turned and looked up at his friend rubbing at his chin-

"Ah-Awh s-sorry shit fuck.. sorry. gahhh.."

#nakaou #the red undead #hs fantroll #fantroll #homestuck #homestuck oc #hs oc #troll oc #i dont do full.pieces but #them eheh #little blurb under because //touches grass// #love ya dude #💜

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Chapter 2

Through The Stars

ao3

You finally have a real conversation with the Mandalorian.

You know you can trust Mando fully now because the last few days have gone seemingly fine. He hasn’t tried to kill you yet, at least. He’s already defended you and the child from a few strange, small creatures that tried to attack you one evening. The only time he talked to you, or in front of you, it was strictly business and to the point. You’d expect nothing less, recalling your first encounter with the Mandalorian.

You had gotten pretty far with the dig, but had still not sighted any traces of the relic. Every day since searching these specific ruins ran almost the same. With the help of your mini dig-rig, you had made quite a lot of progress on the excavation of what you think used to be a place of worship. The artifacts you have found there all pointed to ancient Mandalorian deities.

Mando would take turns with you between operating the rig, and studying the artifacts you found. Usually at night, you spent a few hours cataloging each item into your datapad, documenting them thoroughly, and copying your notes into a more legible form. You still weren’t quite sure what the Mandalorian wanted with these artifacts, but you weren’t that worried about it either. The most you could do with them is donate them to one of the many museums you’ve encountered, as they probably aren’t worth that much to anyone but a specialized collector. More importantly, while you were devoted to the principle that knowledge should be shared with whoever wanted to learn, you knew you shouldn’t have a say in a culture you didn’t belong to. If there was anyone who should have possession of them, you were sure it was the Mandalorian who accompanied you.

Both him and the child usually spend their nights inside of the Razorcrest. One night, though, there was a particularly bad sandstorm, and Mando had invited you to sleep within. This was the first chance you actually had to talk with him again since your first major encounter. Although, it wasn’t quite late enough to fall asleep

“Y’know,” you broke the silence, pulling a meal bar out of your bag. You sat cross-legged on the metal floor. “You never told me what you do for a living.” You broke a piece off the bar, putting it into your mouth.

You had been reluctant to talk to him these past few days, trying to focus on your work. You didn’t want to get too personal with a man you had just met. Plus, even though you trusted him, it was hard to judge his character when you had never seen his face. The only thing you had to go off of was his body language.

"I'm a bounty hunter," Mando replied, his voice unreadable behind the helmet. He sat in front of you, a few paces away, tending to the small child.

You were a little taken aback. You had heard of bounty hunters throughout the galaxy, but had never met one in person before. "Really? That's quite a dangerous job."

He didn’t move. "It pays well.”

You were curious. "What kind of bounties do you usually go after?"

"All sorts of things," he replied, "from rogue smugglers to escaped prisoners. I take whatever job I'm offered."

“Do you work alone?” you asked, breaking off another piece. The child clambered over to you and onto your lap, reaching his arm up and giving you a look that seemed to say give me food. You smiled, putting a small piece between his tiny claws.

This was the first time you had been able to be this close to the child, without the clear shield of the pram obstructing your view. He was much cuter than you originally gave him credit for, and he certainly made the cutest noises you had probably ever heard. He put the food in his mouth, and then smiled back at you.

“Yes,” he said plainly, his helmet tilting downwards as the child toddled back over to where he was sitting on the floor.

You nodded. “Me too. Usually, anyways.”

Surprisingly, he responded again. “How long have you been studying other cultures?”

You paused, finishing the bar and stuffing the wrapper in your pocket. "I've been studying and practicing for many cycles now. I went to school to learn as much as I could about the history of the galaxy, and that’s where I started becoming interested in different species and their cultures." Your mind briefly went to how much studying it took to graduate from the training facility in the first place.

The Mandalorian nodded. "What made you choose this line of work?"

You smiled, warming up to the conversation. You could talk about archeology anytime. "I've always loved history and uncovering mysteries. When I was young, my grandfather would tell me of different planets and ancient ruins. It was always so fascinating to me, and I knew I wanted to make a life out of it."

“What made you choose your line of work?” you added

"I've been a bounty hunter for as long as I can remember,” he paused. And then, after a beat, he added “It can be dangerous, but it keeps the ship going, and allows me to protect this one,” he gestures towards the child. You guess this is the longest you’ve ever heard him speak at one time.

You nod, acknowledging the work it must take to keep his son safe. "I can understand that. It takes a lot of courage to pursue a dangerous job like that. I admire your bravery."

He chuckled, and you almost didn’t recognize it from beyond the mask. "Bravery, or foolishness. You decide."

You give a small smile. Really, though, you can’t imagine how hard a job like his would be while also taking care of a baby. Especially one that seemed hell-bent on causing chaos wherever it could.

After a beat, you get the courage to ask a question that's been weighing on your mind.

“Can I ask you a question about the child?” you said finally.

“What about him?”

“How'd you end up taking care of him?" you asked softly.

There was a pause, and you could see the Mandalorian shift a little. "I was on a job," he said finally. "And I stumbled upon the child. He was... in trouble. I couldn't just leave him there. So I took him with me."

"Really?" you asked, surprised. "You just... took him?"

"Yes," he said. "It wasn't a hard decision. I felt responsible for him. I still do." He seemed to pause, as if there was more to say, but he didn’t want to confide in you just yet.

You were quiet for a moment, digesting this information. "I can see that," you replied finally. "He seems to really like you too."

"He's a good kid," Mando states, and you could hear a hint of pride in his voice. "I may not have been a father before, but I'll do what it takes to protect him and give him the life he deserves."

"I have no doubt about that," you smile, shifting to your makeshift cot on the floor and laying down. "You two make a good team."

The Mandalorian was quiet for a moment, then he said, almost a whisper, "Yeah. We do." He picked up the child, finally getting him to settle into the pram. Standing up, he made his way past the doorway where you guessed his own cot was. The pod followed swiftly behind him, open, with the child already starting to fall asleep.

You heard him mutter a goodnight, and before you could respond, the door slid shut and the lights blinked off.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, as if someone could hear you, and the noise from the windstorm outside already lulling you to sleep.

-

You woke up with a start, as something touched your forehead. Your eyes opened quickly, and you had forgotten you didn’t sleep in the tent as usual. Before you could properly assess the situation, you sat upright and gasped, only to see the child standing on the floor next to your cot.

You let out a breath, and the child laughed. It was a wonderful noise, causing you to grin and chuckle at your own reaction, too.

“Alright, buddy, that’s enough,” you said, still smiling. You stood, getting ready for the day. The Mandalorian was nowhere in sight.

“Now, where’s your dad, little guy?” you asked after you finished dressing in your outer clothes.

As if he was summoned, the door slid open and Mando exited through it. “Morning,” he said gruffly.

You gave a nod in his direction, beginning to fold up the cot you slept on. “Good morning.”

And with that, you quickly stuffed a meal bar in your mouth and fastened your breathing mask onto your face. You knew Mando meant business, and as if to confirm your thoughts, he picked up the child and set him in the pram, closing the clear lid to protect him from the toxic air outside.

“Ready?” he asked, his hand hovering over the controls to the ramp.

You finished chewing, and nodded in his direction.

“Ready.”

With that, the door opened.

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