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Congratulations on the followers!! That's so awesome!! 😆😆

Could I ask for prompts 9 and 16 with my beloved Sergeant Hunter, please? 🥰🥰 Thank you so much!!

*whew* I needed to stop myself for this one! Might have to write a smutty continuation if the demand is there. ;)

Word Count: 3k Hunter x GN!Reader Content Warnings: wound care, PG-13 passion, nakey Hunter ;) thirsty inspiration from this drawing by @cloned-eyes

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#9 - You find an injured clone who was somehow (conveniently) left behind, thought dead, and instead falls under your care… and falls under your spell… ;)

#16 - "I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

HUNTER

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He groaned suddenly, rolling his head from one side to the other and startling you out of your drowsing. You sat up quickly, brushing the hair from your face and rising to your feet, at his side immediately. You were just in time to watch his large brown eyes open, fluttering a bit and roving the room quickly before focusing on you with a hawklike stare. With a sharp inhale, he tried to sit up, brow furrowed, a small grunt of pain escaping him as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Your ribs are cracked; you need to stay still for now,” you said softly, trying not to focus on the muscles rippling across his chest and the sensation of his sweaty bare skin under your palm. Some hair scattered across his forehead as he slowly laid back down with a wince.

“Where am I?” he croaked, and even after being unconscious for hours, the gravelly tone of his smooth voice sent shivers down your spine. What was wrong with you? It felt as though you’d never seen a man before, and you were starting to want to kick yourself for the absolutely ridiculous way you felt smitten for someone you’d only seen passed out. You couldn’t deny that you’d thoroughly enjoyed wrapping the large gash on his bicep, as well as the one on his thigh, and had been grateful that he hadn’t been awake to see you ogling his sculpted limbs while you treated his wounds.

“Uh, in my room…” you admitted, cringing a bit as his eyes flashed at you. “Sorry -- on Pantora. I was coming home from a late shift and found you in a clearing… It looked like something had blown up, maybe a ship? I thought you were dead, but when you had a pulse… I couldn’t leave you there.”

“I need a comm,” he answered abruptly, again trying to sit up, getting halfway propped on an elbow with a grimace. His free hand grasped at his side, chest heaving with the pain and effort of simply moving and breathing. “Where are the others?”

“There were no others, at least not anywhere near you,” you said, holding a hand up in an attempt to soothe his apparent agitation. The dark tattoos across his face, chest, arms, and torso were mystifying -- as though he wanted his skeleton marked on the outside -- and you found yourself wondering if it went all the way… You shook your head to clear the thoughts and distracted yourself by answering him, “There’s a long-range transmitter in the local communication center that you can use, but if you move too much too soon, you’re going to cause more damage. I can send a message for you, if you’d like?”

He scrutinized you, taking in your earnest face, noting the slight blush creeping across your cheeks, and suddenly sensing your elevated pulse and blood pressure. His brows furrowed, trying to discern the threat. Were you afraid of him? Were you malicious? He took a deep whiff, wincing again at the sharp pain that stabbed him in the side in response, and his eyes widened slightly at the pheromones that gave you away, although you were completely unaware. A tiny smirk teased the corner of his lips, but he said nothing of it.

* * *

You couldn’t discern a word of the message you sent, nor the one you received in reply, but the man nodded when you relayed the information to him. It had been a jumbled mess of words that made no sense at all, and you couldn’t resist asking about it as you brought a small bowl of soup into your room.

“We like to keep things… covert,” he answered cryptically, kindling your interest even further.

Your tiny apartment left much to be desired, and you’d been sleeping on the couch. It had been a few days, and you wondered how long this would last. You’d offered to take him to the local infirmary, and had found yourself shockingly relieved when he declined. Instead, he informed you that he’d be picked up within the week. Something about a hyperdrive that you hadn’t really listened to, finding yourself distracted by the way a few hairs always seemed to dance across his forehead, held back by a red bandana with a skull on it. You chewed the side of your lip, wondering what it would be like to rake your fingers through that hair… And he suddenly chuckled out of the blue, snapping you out of your illicit daydreaming. You were clearly in a *mood*.

“What?” you asked innocently, angry at the blush that snuck onto your cheeks as though he had heard your thoughts out loud.

“Oh, nothing,” he answered, setting the soup bowl to the side. He’d been able to sit up, and was propped up with all the pillows in your home, as well as some bundled blankets.

“So secretive,” you mused, attempting a bit of playfulness to diffuse the tension you felt, “Are you even going to tell me your name? Or shall I call you Havoc 1 like your message?”

“Hunter,” came the silken reply, and you wondered if it were really his name or not. You echoed it quietly, relishing the way it rolled off your tongue. It had been a while since you’d been… intimate… and while you weren’t normally one to feel the craving spontaneously, this dark and broody stranger was fueling a fire within that you hadn’t felt in a long time. He was hitting every button you were an absolute sucker for -- strong man made vulnerable by injury, mysterious and alluring, and just the right mix of sharp and soft. You decided you might need to blow off some steam that night, if you could find some time alone…

“Okay, Hunter,” you said, wondering why he was still smirking at you knowingly. Perhaps it was just his thing… But it still made you wonder. “I have another bacta injection for you, if you want to try it out. You might be able to stand after this one.”

With a resigned huff, he leaned forward, pulling his shirt over his head with a stiff groan that made your dirty thoughts come flying back. He leaned to the side, reaching his arm forward to expose his side. You took the cap off of the syringe, looking at him apologetically as you placed a steadying hand on his ribs, a prickling sensation running up your arm at the feeling of his body heat. The injection was placed without a sound or movement from him, though you thought you could see the flash of a furrowed brow for a split second. He sat back, taking a slow, deep breath to test the waters, giving a small nod of approval.

“And now, we wait…” you said, shrugging as though you were in it together. “Are you still hungry?”

“I’m alright for now,” he answered, eyes scanning the bandage on his arm. “Though it might be time for a shower once I can get back on my feet.” He looked up to you as he said the last part, a fiendish glint in his eye that caught you off guard. Did he know what he was doing to you? You’d tried so hard to appear neutral around him. Or was he a pervert? The last thought came unbidden and unexpected, and you laughed out loud before you could catch yourself.

“Now it’s your turn to laugh at nothing?” he asked with a grin, and you nodded, returning his smile with a spark of joy in your chest.

“Well give it an hour or so, and you should be able to stand,” you informed him. You rose to your feet, shifting awkwardly. You wanted to give him privacy, but also enjoyed his company, in more ways than one. Without the excuse of bringing him food, you were at a loss. But perhaps… it was worth a try… “The time might pass more quickly if you were distracted?” you offered, “If you’d like to chat? Or, if you want to rest, of course, that’s fine too…”

“Distracted, eh? You going to dance for me?” he crooned, his smoky voice sounding even sultrier than usual and making your stomach do a flip. You began spluttering an explanation, but he laughed, waving a hand to indicate his jest and relieve you from your frantic backtracking. “I’m just kidding,” he said, with a rumbling laugh that made him wince as much as it felt like velvet on your ears. “There aren’t many details I can tell you, but perhaps you have a story or two you’d like to share?”

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Another day passed, punctuated with meals, conversations, and a growing affinity for the complexity of the man in your care. The food in your fridge had dwindled, sending you out for a few necessities. You grabbed some extra snacks at the store, wondering what else Hunter might like, and arrived home with a precariously full bag in each arm. Kicking the front door shut behind you and setting the bags on the counter, you peeked through the door of your bedroom, noticing with a start that he wasn’t there. You glanced frantically around the apartment, which was incredibly tiny and didn’t provide many hiding places, and then it dawned on you that the only other place he could be was the refresher. As though the realization had beckoned him audibly, the door swung open, and Hunter stepped out, causing your stomach to clench in a spasm so tight you had to swallow involuntarily.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but apparently hadn’t found the body towel tucked in your cupboard, instead opting for the medium-sized hand towel you left hanging on the hook. It fit tightly around his snatched waist, where he held it with one hand, but split open on the outside of one thigh, revealing that yes, the tattoo did indeed go the whole way… You jerked your eyes back up to his, but that wasn’t much better -- his hair fell around his face in damp waves, and he looked incredibly vulnerable somehow without the bandana. He lifted his free hand to his head, running it through his hair to shake out some excess water, a few droplets scattering across his bare chest and shoulders. You gasped audibly, and he looked at you in response, so you turned into an incredibly fake yawn as an attempt to mask it.

“Long day, huh?” he asked with a chuckle, walking slowly toward the bedroom, providing a revolving view of his side, then his back… Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud, you were positive he could hear it. It should be illegal, what he was doing… The way he looked… The sudden wafting scent of soap that reached your nose as he passed by. It was your own soap, damnit, so why did it smell so intoxicatingly good? It wasn’t fair. He disappeared into your bedroom, rummaging for his blacks, and then he called your name, causing you to clamp shut your slack-jawed mouth and come immediately. He was sitting on the side of your bed, covered by that tiny little towel, hair covering his face as he was bent over to inspect the gash on his thigh.

“I can wrap my leg, but if you wouldn’t mind helping me re-wrap this arm…” he said quietly, face as straight as an arrow as he looked up to you for a response. You nodded, words unable to get past your dry mouth, and reached for the gauze on your dresser, sitting down next to him precariously. He lifted his arm toward you slightly, and you brought your foot up to the top of the bed, providing your bent knee to hold his arm in front of your face while you tended to it. Absolutely refusing to meet his gaze, you studied the cut on his bicep with the intensity of a lifetime, as though it could save you from the positively feral state you were finding yourself in.

Hunter took a deep breath, as though he were simply taking it all in, and he let it out slowly, watching you from the side. He could see and hear the blood rushing in your veins, he could smell the undeniable signals of your attraction, and he could feel the palpable tension at the close proximity you found yourselves in. Your hands trembled slightly as you wound the gauze around his arm, and you cursed them for their betrayal of your nervousness.

“Thank you,” he said huskily, and you finally met his gaze. “For all of this. I don’t think I said it before. But I appreciate all you’ve done.” His hawkish features softened, and your hand moved seemingly of its own accord, lifting to his face, where one of his wet chunks of hair had crossed his forehead from the side it was supposed to fall on. You brushed it back to its rightful place, watching the tiny smile grow on his face, and once it was satisfactorily placed, you slowly started to lower your hand. It took all the effort you had to force it to continue down to your lap instead of resting on his cheek, tracing the outline of his tattoo, brushing along his sharp jawline.

Suddenly, his hand intercepted it, startling you and sending a shockwave through your body. He held it tenderly, as though he had read your thoughts, and lifted it to his face, pressing a meaningful yet impossibly gentle kiss against the back of it. Your mouth fell open, a sharp inhale giving away your surprise.

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…" he purred, lowering both hands to his lap, and the heat rushed into your face with a vengeance, setting your cheeks on fire. “I’m afraid you’re not quite as subtle as you’d hoped, although I’m a bit more perceptive than most…” Your foot slipped off the edge of the bed, and in a complete and total panic, you leapt to your feet, facing him with contrived indignation.

“I… sorry… I don’t know what you mean! I just… You…” you spluttered your defense, although the delivery was working wholeheartedly against you. Taking a step backward, you tripped over the leg of the chair and thumped into the wall. Smooth. Standing up and pushing your hair out of your face, you looked back to him just in time to catch the flash of a smirk as he rose to his feet as well, moving slowly and stiffly, still clutching that little tease of a towel. He approached slowly, as a predator stalking its prey, with a smoldering intensity in his eyes that threatened to make your knees buckle. He lifted his free hand, placing it on the wall next to your head, and leaned in at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So… You’d probably like me to stop this, then?” he rumbled, bringing his chest and face within inches of yours. You looked to the ceiling, praying for any sense of guidance or self control or anything, but felt nothing but the overwhelming craving washing over you from head to toe. You swallowed, hard, clenching your fists at your sides. But wait… He clearly wasn’t put off by your infatuation… Or why would he be doing this? Was he toying with you? Or did he share the attraction? You lowered your eyes to his, taking in the honey brown pools of emotion and depth, and slowly lifted both hands to his chest, tentatively resting them as though the heat radiating off of him might burn you.

“Hunter,” you whispered… And his hand lowered from the wall to your cheek, cupping it gently and tracing down to your chin, thumb brushing feather-light across your lower lip.

“I should back off, shouldn’t I?” he asked, and you felt as though you were about to explode. There were no words, just a sheer rush of passion that threatened to tear you apart. So you leaned forward, sliding your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging them into his back and pulling him into you, pressing your lips against his with a desperation that thoroughly gave you away. He breathed a chuckle against your mouth, the most satisfying sound you could have imagined, and parted his lips slightly to deepen the kiss and send you into complete oblivion.

His hand slid around your head, gently cupping the base of your skull with a balance of firmness and tenderness, and your lips met again and again, fanning the flame of desire raging between the two of you. His nose pressed into your cheeks, arms flexing around you, drowning you in the sheer bliss of his presence. He pulled away for a moment, giving you a breath of air, and instead lowered his lips to your jawbone, then your neck, then your collarbone. You wrapped one hand around his waist, pulling his hip, and one hand roved into his hair, fingers winding through his wavy locks and clenching in a sudden fist. The guttural moan that escaped him in response goaded you on, and you used both arms to pull him against you as firmly as you could.

A sharp cry of pain broke you apart, and you staggered back in shock and confusion, realization dawning on you as he bent over slightly, clutching his side with his free hand, breathing laboriously. You babbled your apologies, feeling rotten to the core for not remembering his injuries. He waved dismissively, slowly standing up with a grimace that faded into a grin. You stood there, staring at each other for a moment, awash with all that had just happened, until you rasped a coy suggestion.

“Are you sure you don’t need help wrapping your thigh?”

Oh lord, we did a smutty part two…

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90ekz · 1 year

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butter me up ☆ g. satoru

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 : black reader, lovesick!gojo, choking (m. receiving), name calling (baby, slut), biting, degradation, slight objectification, overstim, kink discovery, switch!gojo, jealousy/claiming, lowercase intentional, nipple play.

an. i hope yall like this cause i feel like it sucks so bad but 😵‍💫😵‍💫 enjoy!

he did it on purpose.

satoru knows how annoyed you get when he wears those tight compression shirts. he knows just how much you hate the way other people ogle at him, but come on.

he’s only wearing them to work out!

“come on, it’s just for the gym. you’re being dramatic.”

you rolled your eyes at his lack of empathy. satoru’s problem is that he doesn’t know just how attractive he is. sure, he’ll fake cocky just to be annoying, but he doesn’t really know.

he’s completely unaware of the way women eye his bulging arms and chest. satoru is a complete beefcake, and he’s bouncing-off-the-walls happy at the chance to show that off.

especially with these dumb fucking shirts. asshole.

“just for the gym. sure.”

“if it’s that serious, then come with me,” your interest might have been ever so slightly peaked at this idea.

“and, well… if you get jealous at any point, i’ll make it up to you. how ‘bout it?”

satoru placed both hands outside of your body, leaning into your personal space with that.. dumb smile on his face. you hoped that he could tell how hot your face was getting.

“whatever.”

you were nervous.

part of you was hoping that you were wrong, just so you didn’t have to sit through an hour and a half of watching your boyfriend get eyefucked by other women.

but another part of you really wanted to see what kind of apology satoru had in mind.

he rubbed circles into your thigh the whole ride there, often times brushing against your clothed slit. you heard him chuckled lowly when you brushed him off.

when you arrived, you kept an eye out. as he started one of his sets, he noticed how hard you were scowling. he paused to stroke your chin delicately.

“‘gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up. ‘s okay baby.”

you couldn’t help but melt into his touch a little bit. it was annoying, he always knew how to sweet talk himself out of any situation.

you didn’t see much of anything to be concerned about, especially since you were focused on your own workout. you were pretty satisfied to say the very least, cause no one needed to be eyeing your man but you.

satoru was looking increasingly more smug as time passed, even full blown grinning by the time you two were leaving, until some girl he apparently knew came up and literally barreled herself into his plush chest.

she chatted with him while occasionally squeezing his biceps as if it was second nature, not even sparing you a glance.

thankfully, satoru spoke up about how you two needed to get going, but the damage had already been done.

the car ride was eerily quiet on both ends, brief words only being exchanged when he pulled into the driveway.

“told you.”

“that had nothing to do with the shirt, though! she’s just touchy!”

you knew satoru was a friendly person, so you couldn’t be too mad at him. but you still had the right to have an attitude. at least for a little bit.

he trailed behind you into your apartment muttering profuse apologizes. you weren’t hearing him. you just slumped into the couch.

“the silent treatment? really? i already said im sorry, ma. what else do you…” before you could react to his words, satoru was smirking and peppering kisses on your neck.

he knew how sensitive your neck was, and you immediately had to choke back your giggles.

“st-stop! what are you doing?!”

“i did say i’d make it up to you, didn’t I,” satoru grinned down at you from his position, and you couldn’t help but feel shy at the clear glint of something suspicious in his eyes.

“mm? how so?”

“you tell me.”

you knew those words. the silent permission for you to take control, to have your way with him. they weren’t spoken often. it made you smile, knowing he was letting you, that he was trying to be better.

you eventually ended up on top, and found yourself reaching under satoru’s shirt to caress his chest. he groaned as soon as your delicate fingers came into contact.

“what would all your lil fans think if they saw you like this? hmm?”

“f-fuck.” you could feel his cock hardening against your back at this point, all from the stimulations to his nipples.

he’d always been sensitive there. satoru violently twitched under your touch as your tongue swirled around his buds.

“cmon.. get these off already.” he tugged at your pants stubbornly, causing a smirk to slip on your lips.

“don’t rush me slut. you said you’d make it up to me, right?”

you couldn’t possibly miss how a shiver violently wracked his body at your degradation. you didn’t know he was into that, guess he was hiding huh?

your pussy ground down onto his cock while you watched for all the little sounds and movements you could draw from him.

satoru whined at each movement against his cock, loudly begging you to just put it in already. “aww, poor baby… you want me to help you?” satoru nodded hastily, not wanting to wait another moment to be inside you.

when you finally pulled your pants and panties from your silky pussy, satoru couldn’t help but smile. you were wet enough for him to slip right inside you, which he did. he cooed at your reaction to the stretch.

“where’d that attitude go? you seem like you want my help more than anything..”

you couldn’t respond, considering how busy you were pulling your hips up and slamming them back down. you couldn’t figure out if that motion was too much for you to continue, but satoru made the choice for you.

his hips pistoned into yours suddenly, successfully knocking all the thoughts from your brain.

“shit—look at you, baby, such a mess f’me.”

“fuck—‘toru, g’nna break me!”

the room was spinning with the force of how hard his cock was splitting you open, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. your hands eventually found satoru’s neck, and you didn’t miss how breathy his voice got.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘perfect baby, ‘s perfect..”

you squeezed a little harder, resulting in those pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, which only pushed you that much closer to the edge of release.

satoru’s cock pushed against that soft, spongy spot inside of you one, two, three times and you were spasming around his cock with no warning.

he breathed in deep once your hands got loose enough, but he didn’t dare stop his thrusts.

“want every one to know ‘m yours baby. only you—shit!”

when your teeth sunk into his shoulder, satoru melted, finally spilling deep inside of you. overstimulation set in your bones as you felt his raw cum fill your womb.

you were so ruined, and satoru wasn’t any better.

“d’you accept my apology?”

“hmm. depends on if you do one more favor for me.”

watching women look at satoru wasn’t as been when they were staring in jealousy at his bite marks, cause they knew who made ‘em.

#satorugojo #gojo fanart #gojo x black reader #jjk satoru #jjk 221 #anime #gojou satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #a few panels of him in a tight shirt and i go apeshit like #hes babygirl #my girlfriend 😁😁#satoru ‘leave for three years and still have active fans’ gojo

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nonotnolan · 4 months

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No Not Nolan's Year in Review

Apparently this is a tradition now, so-- here are the stories of 2023, ranked by the number of likes. It also helps keep me a bit grounded-- it feels rough when recent stories don't pick up stream, but the year as a whole has still gone quite well. It's also nice to see where all of my work falls, note-wise. And if you're feeling very nostalgic (or horny?) here is a link to 2021, and here is a link to 2022.

I'm leaving the eBook announcement posts out of my year end review, but I'm calling it out for myself so when I revisit this in December 2024, future-me will remember to grab those. I'm not planning to abandon this account anytime soon-- and I'm certainly not shifting to Patreon or PayPal or what have you. I'm not prolific or popular enough for any of that. The vast majority of my work will continue to remain free and open. I just wanted to prove to myself that I'm good enough of a writer to publish something that I can be proud of-- I have, and I am.

Do authors love notes and reblogs? Yes. But they often enjoy hearing direct feedback even more-- I know I sure do. Consider "messaging authors directly" as a New Year's Resolution. (Please note that begging for someone to write you a story is not feedback. Don't be that guy.)

12) Green Grass - 122 notes - December 2023 Two guys learn first hand that not everyone values the same things. Concise and straightforward. 11) Soul Stones: Long Distance - 192 notes - April 2023 A romantic story of two men using the power of body swapping to close the gap on a long distance relationship. Cell phones have nothing on being there in person. 10) Colony Freedom - 197 notes - September 2023 A slime alien attempts to rebuild its colony from the ground up after its overseers have completely vanished. Can it manage to find enough hosts for its family, or will its cover be ruined? 9) Cuerpo Inc: After Hours Perk - 249 notes - July 2023 Ethan tries to pretend to be Jake for the weekend, but he wasn't counting on Jake's nosy neighbor getting But if he can't be Jake, at least he can still have fun in Jake's body. 8) Summer Break Dullahans - 252 notes - June 2023 Eric was not expecting to find Ben's detached head in the dorms. I'm a big fan of detachable limb stories, so I decided to be a part of the change I want to see. (I'm also very rusty at GIMP / photoshop, but it gets the job done.) 7) The Great Gym Shift - 275 notes - August 2023 A version of The Great Shift, but with a limited radius. A gym instructor is stuck babysitting a bunch of grown men who suddenly find themselves in very muscular bodies. 6) Just Another Sunday - 279 notes - October 2023 A Chronovac story with unaware recipients and a retroactive reality shift that ripples through reality. I'm really happy with this one, though I will freely admit that I lucked out on the photos for this one. 5) An Excellent Choice - 291 notes - February 2023 My Valentine's Day story, dedicated to my boyfriend. As such, the emphasis is on a merging transformation sequence. Two men take advantage of new technology to become a new sum of themselves. 4) Group Project - 331 notes - November 2023 Another work set in the Swapper universe, where college students take advantage of body swapping technology for success or pleasure. This piece features Aiden, who has to hire a nerd to take over his body if he wants to pass his classes. 3) Cursing Fate - 337 notes - January 2023 It's an alien possession story with a dark twist. If you're going to align yourself with an extraterrestrial force, make sure you have something valuable to offer them. 2) Soul Stones: The Easy Life - 412 notes - March 2023 Alfie finds himself in the body of Jordan, one of the most popular athletes on the football team-- but he's not the one who plotted for the body swap to happen. It's one of my favorites for the year, and it's a series I could see myself returning to if the inspiration is right. 1) Rookie Mistake - 482 notes - May 2023 A novice magic user tries out an Astral Projection spell without reading all of the instructions. Things do not play out in his favor.

Special Mentions-

Travis Cordin - 382 notes - February 2023 by @mergeman My boyfriend's Valentine's Day story that he dedicated to me. A raw and electric story about a magic user who gives the resident nerd too much magical power.

Stories I Love (Part 1) and Stories I Love (Part 2) I was not expecting so many people to react to these lists, but these have been getting reblogged like crazy. More importantly, a lot of authors have been reaching out to show thanks and start conversations, which I appreciate even more. Like I said-- I'm not always the best at participating in the community, so I really enjoy hearing from people.

Top 5 All Time-

5) Revenge, Reversed - 517 notes - August 2020 4) Overbearing - 538 notes - May 2022 3) Finals Week - 552 notes - May 2021 2) Gym Merchandise - 610 notes - September 2022 1) Soulmate Swap - 659 notes - August 2022

It's always fascinating to see which stories get a second life through reblogs and new discoveries. Soulmate Swap is one of my heavy hitters, but both Gym Merchandise and Overbearing have gained a lot of momentum this year. Finals Week is starting to slip, though I'm still quite fond of it. I'm quite surprised to see Revenge, Reversed on this list given its age, but it's another one of my personal favorites.

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Before I Leave You (Pt.44)

(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You should have come to jungkook about your predicament with the pack alpha sooner. He’s got solutions and a box full of sex toys. “There you go- oh my god you're soaking the pillow- guess you really like this one a lot huh?”

Tags: Sub! M/c, implied switch! jk, jk has a small dick, Pillow princess m/c, Dildos, Use of Sex toys, Penetrative sex, Pussy dilation, Size Kink, cuteness kink, Humiliation kink, voyeurism, Biting, Rule Breaking, Pain kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, Referenced blood, referenced passed eating disorders, a dusting of Mafia shit as per usual, this is a little closer to crack than usual.

W/c: 10.5k

A/n: i really really tried to give you guys this chapter all in one go, but unfortunately i had to split it into one very big part and one smallish part, but you know me my brain melts after about 12k~ words.

Chapter 44: Slow Love (sneak peak)

“I shouldn’t even be upset, it’s so fucking stupid- I'm so-” Hobi can’t help the urge to get a hand on your back, stroking down your nobly spine. You tip your body towards him- looking for some soothing.

“Hey, you’re not stupid, I’m sure it wasn’t so bad.” Namjoon you've got some fucking explaining to do he thinks as your sniffling continues, his hackles raised.

Jungkook’s voice is as gentle as you’ve ever heard it. And he ticks his chin to the side, trying to pull your hands away from your face, “ah pup- did he-“

“Namjoon didn’t do anything” you cry. “he couldn't-” Your cheeks are on fire as you pull back, you and Jungkook might have had this sort of contact before but you and Hobi- you don't talk about this.

Ever.

"Pup," Jungkook seems to understand, his words come out hushed, but he still needs to confirm it, "Did Namjoon, did he not- fit?"

You bury your head in his shoulder and nod wetly.

Heat creeps up the back of Hobi’s neck and he covers it with a sweaty palm. Both of them are well of how Namjoon’s a literal pain in the ass at the best of times. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on if you've got a size kink or not) not being able to take the pack alpha at a moments notice is something they've all had experience with in the past.

The alphas deal with it more so than the omegas. Quickies just aren’t a thing when you’ve got a dick that most porn stars would swoon at.

But neither Jin nor Jungkook have ever needed to take more than an hour or two of prep to open up. Omegas are usually more limber than alphas or betas. They’re made for taking knots and keeping them safe and snug inside of them.

But not you apparently. Apparently- your body is as stubborn as an alphas.

You turn your tear-tracked face on Jungkook like a weapon, the most heartbreaking pout on your face. Jungkook really really shouldn't be thinking of his habit of crying while taking the pack alphas knot either- how pretty Namjoon says he looks when he's so full he can't do much more than sob and take it.

While looking at you, Jungkook gets why crying might be a kink.

He blinks away his own arousal as you sniffle in his lap. So Ernest and eager, Hopefull as you look up at him completely unaware of the effects you have on him. “How do you take his knot kookie? Please, can you show me?”

Jungkook's scent bursts sweet and Hobi flushes darker than his hair, “okay! I think it’s time for me to leave!” But Hobi doesn’t, chest tight and watching the two of you as Jungkook hums, considering it. Understanding and sad but also hiding his grin. His scent breaks into something happier betraying him, and he cups your ribcage, pulling you to sit more properly in his lap.

His smile is just a bit past mean, “That’s what’s got you so upset? That’s-“ the slight laugh to the edge of his voice conjures heat to your cheeks, both flustered and ashamed.

“I know it’s dumb. You don’t have to be mean-”

“No- I’m not judging you that’s just-“ his laugh is a little bit jumpy, like it’s unexpected for both of you. “It’s just so fixable.”

You blink. That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. But of course Jungkook thinks it’s easy. You’ve seen the way that Jungkook takes Namjoon’s cock and almost took his knot, the same way he looked when he took the spanking- like he was born to take it. Like his body knew that it had to part for his alpha. Of course, it seems easy to him.

You swat at his chest lightly, "Don't make fun of me Koo- it's not nice" you try to squirm out of his lap but he holds you down.

“I’m serious- I’ve got a bucket of dildos and enough lube to fit a small swimming pool. I’ve got dildos as large as Namjoon if you want them. i’ve even got one molded from his dick to be fair. A long time ago Jin had one made from all the alphas knots so we could-”

Hobi shoots to his feet, cheeks as pink as the skirt that Tae wore to work this morning. “Okay! I think I’m gonna go find a shoe rack to clean or something- you guys uhm“ his gaze flickers down to your pressed fronts, then back up at your faces. Jungkook’s wicked, yours sweet.

“Have fun!” he squeaks.

Coming Saturday Dec 3rd at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments below)

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Prom Night '86: Billy Hargrove- Bench

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Pov: Billy

Warnings: Smut/Fluff, Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Clueless reader, Prom Night, Semi-Public sex, 18+.

Summary: Your prom is cut short when Billy has enough when he sees that all the guys can’t keep their eyes off you. You don’t mind getting a little dirty.

WC: 3.5k

A/n Firefly-graphics for dividers

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // Prom Night '86 Master List

You had really convinced him to come to this damn joke of a prom. Hawkins was nothing like California. You had even gotten him to dress up. Not that according to Billy you didn’t enjoy his bad boy clothes. You just wanted the night to go perfect. Saying that even the controlling nature of Billy couldn’t ruin that night for you.

Billy watched from afar. The gym was loud and it gave him a bad headache, but he’d go through any sort of pain to just get a small hint of a small on her face. Billy loved the way it made her eyes lights up when she smiled, when she laughed and even, he couldn't stop the happy smile that would cross his features. It wasn’t that cold in Hawkins, but it was always so much better in California. Spring breezes that floated up skirts of hot girls on the side of beaches.

Billy really had it all before he was forced to travel to the dark and dank town of Hawkins, but things got much brighter and even warmer when he met Y/n. He had been the player of the town reaching new heights that even Steve hadn’t passed yet. Mothers were fawning over him, and fathers were disapproving of him. Just the way Billy liked it.

Back to the joke of what his prom was going to look like. When you had told him that you wanted to go, he was quick to shut you up with a long and meaningful kiss. It had shut you up for just long enough for you to forget about it until the following day. Literally for days Billy listened to you ramble on for hours about the fact that all your friends were going, and that you guys should go to.

It was starting to make Billy want to pull his own hair out. You couldn’t possibly be so serious, about the whole prom shit right? Apparently, you were serious, “Billy I swear to god, I will break up with you if you don’t take me.” You insisted, there you were sitting in his front seat. The Camaro carried the three of you to the high school. Max was sitting in the backseat behind me. “God damn Billy, you gonna take that from your girlfriend.” She huffed out. “Oh Red, he’ll take anything from me.” Y/n said with a wink and then turned back to meet my gaze.

Red a cute nickname that Y/n had given Max the second they had met. Y/n was really the first girlfriend that I had brought home and showed off to my broken family. My father was unaware that I was willing to meet one girl and keep her, max’s mother was sweet as pie even to me. She wore a perfect smile when Y/n and them first met.

“Shut up Max.” I throw to the back seat; she rolled her eyes and went to dig through her bag. I brought my attention back to my girlfriend. “So, what are you going to do big boy?” Y/n asked, she knew what she was doing. She was being a complete and utter tease. Her lip stuck between a pair of white polished teeth. A wink here, and that classic smirk that would have warned anyone else away.

I had a mental war with myself. Spring and the damn girl, the fucking thing of it was that I knew she was be beautiful regardless if she wore a full gown or nothing at all. My girl was mine to glory at, and that was it. “So..” She questioned me again. I rolled my eyes, a sigh leaving my lips, and then finally a small quiet “Yes.”

All up in flames is how this was going to end.

So from that morning on, all Y/n talked about was her dress, the shoes, the fact that I had to match her or it just wasn’t going to work. Months this had gone on for. Months of Y/n not letting me see the dress, all she said was “You need to wear black.” With a shrug of my shoulders, I kissed her on her forehead and travelled to my next class. Not that I was always present. I took the time when I got home to go through my closet. I had dark reds, purples, even whites. But fucking nothing that was black.

The next day it was something else, “You need to buy me a corsage.” Y/n said standing at my car. Her ass pressed up against that hood. “Well hello to you too.” I quipped. There we waited for Max. Always in her gaggle of kids. Kids that I had no time for not when there were more important things that I wanted to do to Y/n.

“Always fucking waiting for Max.” I breathed out. “You need a corsage you said earlier.” I said, the air was becoming longer then I was willing to endure. “Oh yeah the girls were talking about all their boyfriends getting them one. It has to match their dresses shit.” Y/n said her words coming out in a grumbling manner.

Clothes, flowers, rides, shoes, everything that Y/n needed I gave her that night if I was going to endure the bullshit at the same rate, I was going to do it right in every way. At least that was the plan until it was taken away from me by the assholes that were at this stupid fucking event. Dragging me to prom would be an understatement. Dragging, pulling practically shoving is what Y/n had done to me even though I had yes to taking her to prom never meant that I was going to dance around with her in the small smelly gym.

Maybe I hadn’t been clear about what I meant by yes, but I no longer had a chance to tell her that. Again, she was dragging me towards the shitty walls of the gym. “Come on” She whispered; her heels clicked against the concrete ground. “Y/n I said I would take you, but not that I would stand around and dance with you.” I said I was trying to be forceful and strong with my words.

But those eyes, the same eyes Y/n gave me when we were in the car. The same look she gives me when she’s pissed off with me, and I know there isn’t a damn thing I can do to make it right until she’s not mad with me anymore. “Fine, then I’ll just go dance with other guy.” She said pulling her hand from my arm. Anger isn’t the right word for how I felt, she was mine and she knew that. She knew the right things to say to piss me off. She knows the right things to say to make me boil over and take her hand back into mine.

Dragging her instead towards the fucking doors. I could feel her smiling at me. She was always cheery when she got her way, and she always got her way. We walked in the music was moderately loud, and it sucked. “Manic Monday, my favorite” Y/n blabbered on about. We weren’t given anything but the looks that we received were enough for me to keep us in step. We quickly made it to another set of doors. Couples stood close together, teachers standing on the edges of the gym floor. Everything about this felt odd and just straight wrong. Y/n and I could be anywhere we wanted, but she wanted to be here, so here I stood next to her anyways.

With a peck of her lips on my cheeks. Y/n was gone, I watched from the table that had an astray of food and drinks on it. She had walked up to her friend group. Some people that look familiar to Max’s friends. She smiled and danced. Her hips swaying with the music, her hair flowing in her motions. A smile brighter than I’d ever seen before.

And yet again it was taken away from me. From us.

Even though Y/n was dancing with her friends the guys couldn’t help but come up, butting in and taking her from them. I had watched it many times over the time we had been together, and Y/n always handled herself with grace. Her dress gave an excuse to show off her tanned skin. I love the way that it curved around her form. I loved the way that she stood tall. Rejecting every guy, that was until the guys didn’t understand what no meant anymore. “Fucking men.” I whispered under my breath.

I marched over, the guy had his wrapped tightly around her forearm. My eyes were burning with fire, and rage. “Fucking enough.” I said as I made my way up to Y/n. The guy didn’t take notice to me, only kept talking to Y/n. “What are you gonna do about it huh, you wore this dress just to be a slut. Right? Get all the guy's attention here tonight.” I had enough of listening to this asshole ruin my girl's night. She was supposed to be having the time of her life right now.

I grabbed onto Y/n’s waist. As the guy continued to pull at her. When he did turn that cocky look on his dumb face left, and all that could be seen was the scared little boy that was behind a suit and drunk off his ass. “Whatever, you.... you.” An arched brow and the word died in his throat. “Thank you.”Y/n said her hand coming to rest on top of mine. “Of course, but I want to show you something.” I said to her. Kissing her temple.

I walked us out towards the bleachers near the track. The lights weren’t on, but the schools nighttime lights brought enough light to us “What are you planning mister?” Y/n asked as we walked. “Something that you’ll understand when we get there.” I answered. Nothing more let my lips until we got the bleachers. I let Y/n sit on the first bench. The silver material was bright even in the nights sky.

“Billy?” She questioned me. I kissed her, my hands coming to rest on her cheeks. Keeping her close. When I left the kiss, Y/n cheeks were warm, and her eyes were blown out. “What was that for?” She asked. ” Hm, I don’t know.” I said, coming back for another kiss. This one deeper, my heart raced and bumped faster against my chest. I could feel the way that Y/n hands started to search for any part of me.

Searching for any part of open skin. It was cold but her warm hands searched and found a sliver of open skin. I had left my shirt open to the breeze before I picked Y/n up earlier tonight. “Was this your plan? Bring me out here and have your way with me?” Y/n says, her words coming out in huffs. Her breath was already becoming rigid. “No, but...” I must choose my words carefully. I don’t want to ruin the moment that I’ve created. “I just want you know that I’m yours and you’re mine. Regardless of any assholes here tonight.” I said my words practically falling apart of the seams.

Her breath grew harder for her catch. “Boys will be boys Billy.” She said finally the moment between us was growing longer and longer. “Yeah, but you will always be my girl.” I spoke. Before diving back into her lush lips. Pressing out bodies was nothing I missed the feeling of. She was always so warm, and that warmth was even between her lips. The sweet taste of hers was imprinted on my mind, and on my lips. Every time I got a true kiss from her it made me melt a little inside.

Kissing Y/n always turned into something even better. Y/n was a crazy lover, the way she rocked her kips into me when he made out, the way her moans vibrated off my ears, and into my mind. Y/n was everything that I wanted all the time. She was the most beautiful person I’d ever meet. Smart, kind and gorgeous, something I couldn’t have wished more for. Y/n was the only girl that I had loved, and I wanted nothing more than to show her that tonight.

Hands searching on each other. My hands had found the nape of her neck pulling at strands of hair. Moans were filling the small space and the air around us. Bucking hips into me. Standing on my ground and I was flooded with her all around me. The bench around us was getting cold but our own matching body heat kept us warm. Her hands had found the buttons that hadn’t been fastened together. Nimble fingers cold from the nights air, snapping buttons like Y/n had no patience for a stupid thing like clothes. I laughed at the notice.

“Always so impatient.” I commented. “Oh, shut it, Billy, and get me unzipped.” She spoke. I didn’t wait to be told twice. Her fingers found the zipper. Dragging it down her warm body. Twitches as the cold air hit our skin. A new feeling washing over the both of us. The black dress that Y/n had given nothing left to imagine about her body, but she was always amazing to me. Nipples that stood up, the cold making them perky against her breasts. Wet kisses that I lined down from her mouth, to her chin, down the vally of her neck to the valley of her breasts. Landing on a cold and perky breasts. Her breasts were amazing just like every other part of her, but I loved her nipples the most.

My mouth falling open around them. Another moan leaving Y/n as I started to play with the between my teeth and tongue. Her hands had given up on my skin rather finding themselves in my hair. Pulling and tugging at the short and long strands. “Come on, you know you wanna pull harder.” I said between switching breasts and nipples. My cold air making a brisks contact with her other breasts. The needing of her flesh was starting to consume me at every level.

Dress sitting half-assed on her body. The squirming that was coming from underneath me was killing me. Bucking of hips and high-pitched moans as I teased her nipples between my teeth. Harder tugs at my hair the roots starting to hurt, but I welcomed the pain.

Anything to make her feel good.

Anything for my girl.

When I released her nipple from my mouth the moan and sigh of helplessness could be heard. “What? What else do you want baby girl? You can say it, use your words.” I coaxed her. “Please... Please Billy.” She tried to get out. “I need more then that love.” Another coax. “I wanna suck you off Billy.” She said, eyes blown even larger than before. She was serious. Climbing from underneath me, her dress hugging her hips. Her knees getting dirty as she sat down on the ground, pushing me hard down onto the bench. “Come on big boy, you got any words for me now.” She said teasing me. Her fingers again finding the buttons on my slacks. The only pair I owned. The belt flying over to the ground, the growing erection was hard to conceal now, pressed hard against the fabric of my boxers and slacks. “Oh, pour boy, so hard and yet nothing to help you release.” She teased, my hand come down cupping her chin, “Get to sucking before I leave you here half-naked and all wet.” I said with a wink. “Yes, sir.” She said saluting me before undoing the button and zipper on my slacks. Her hands weren’t cold by the air was cold and by the time she reached down pulling me out of my boxers I was hard as a rock.

The tip of my cock red already. Soft fingers and hands coming to wrap themselves around my girth. She winked at me, before diving down her mouth licking at the tip of my cock. Pre-cum had gathered itself there and I would feel a spot on my boxers. My mouth felt like heaven. Died and came back just for her to wrap her mouth around me all over again. Warm and so fucking wet. Little kittens lick here, then she would swallow me down half-ways before bobbing her head. Keeping her pace at a solid place. Her moans vibrated through my cock straight up to my spine right into my brain.

I couldn't help but wanna reach for her hair. When her hand came up reaching for my hand and placing it in her hair I knew. I felt her mouth slack around my cock before I pushed her mouth down on the rest of my cock, “god, just so good.” A moan, the sounds of her having a hard time breathing caused me to take advantage of her lax throat. Shoving my cock further down her mouth. Gagging wasn’t even what I could call that. I was getting closer the edge, closer to cumming down her throat. “Imma...” I tried to warn her, but her mouth stayed wrapped around my cock, pleading eyes looking up at me from the ground. Tears were edging themselves off her eyes, she was damn beautiful right now. Cock shoved so deep in her throat that she could barely breath and still she wanted more.

“Immma cum Y/n.” Her tongue licking up the vein of my cock, I spilled down her throat, her eyes rolling in the back her head and swallowing it all. Before popping off my cock. “Oh, that was tasty.” Y/n said before I fell forwards and smashed out lips together, tasting myself on her tongue but I didn’t give a shit about anything else. I wanted to be inside more than two hours ago. When I had seen her in that damn dress. The dress that I was zipping down her flesh. The dress that had dirt marks on the knees were she had sucked me off.

“No panties?” I asked her before I fully slipped the fabric off her hips. With a wink she shrugged her shoulder “What a goddamn tease you are Y/n.” I said, my fingers brushing over wet puffy lips. Soaking the tips of my fingers. “NO panties.” I said answering my own question. I couldn't help but let my fingers slide into her heat. Her pussy practically dragging me in. Sucking me into the warmth of her pussy. I moaned out at the tight feeling of her gummy walls even just around my fingers. My cock was always standing at attention when it came to her pussy. It was like a drug, an additive drug.

My cock just slipped right in. The tightness keeping my snug in her wet, warm pussy. We both moaned at the feeling. I could feel her pulse in her pussy. Her moans fell around us, I pounded into her pussy like I owned every part of her. Skin slapping together, and moans that filled the air before I could slap my hand around my mouth. My other hand kept her hips close to mine. I was probably bruising her skin, but I didn’t care, and I don’t think she did either, her forearms were planted on the bleachers. A hand fishing down between her legs reaching for her clit. “Oh, you sweet thing.” I said, the hand that I had slapped across her face to keep her quiet I took off. I reached her clit big thumb and forefinger teasing her clit and pinching her sensitive clit. Her head fell forward hitting the bleachers with a loud clank, but her moans were the only thing I could hear. The pounding on her pussy and playing of her clit had her squeezing me. Her pussy fluttered around me as she reached her edge. “Billy, please can we...” The words dying in her throat. “Please can we cum together Billy?” She asked, words mixed with tears, her voice was hoarse from me using her throat.

“Yeah, we can cum together baby." I said answering her. A few harder and more ragged thrust into her pussy before she was coming up on her edge. I was barely holding on. My hand was causing a large bruise around her hip. “You ready baby?” I asked even though it was a stupid question. Of course, she was ready, Y/n was blabbering mess of incoherent words mixed with swears, and pleas to fuck her harder and faster.

“Come baby, let go baby.” I said into her ears. I released far into her pussy. And she spazzed around my cock. Her head fell forward again into the metal of the bleachers. “Fuck me, Bill.” Y/n said when she finally came to, her breathing was coming back to average. My cock slipping out, own cum mixed falling down slowly on her inner thighs.

I brought her dress back up her frame, zipping it up before turning her in my arms. The spot where she had hit her head was red. “You hit your head pretty hard back there.” I said my thumb coming up to lightly brush over her skin. Y/n winced at the pain, but just looked up at me. “I love you, Billy.” She spoke. Her eyes filled with something that I couldn’t really describe. “I love you too Y/n.” I said kissing her softly on the lips.

Completed on 12/18/22

Posted on 12/18/22

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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i spy with my little eye | (s)

inspired by this drabble.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader, kirishima eijirou x reader

genre: smut

words: 3.6k

summary: kirishima's had enough of being forced to endure you and bakugou fucking next door every day. finally, he decides to do something about it

warnings: established relationship, f!reader, forced voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, switch!kirishima, sub!reader, dom!bakugou, fingering, masturbation, oral sex, explicit language

“You don’t look so good, Kirishima. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kirishima hadn’t felt any ill-will towards his friend before today, but if Kaminari asked him one more time if he was okay… he might kill him. “I just haven’t been sleeping well these past few days! No big deal.”

Red eyes drift over to your form perched pretty on your desk. Everything felt ridiculously lewd when it came to you. He couldn’t see the bruises, but he knew they were there. His eyes scour the soft skin revealed by your skirt, and the boy wonders if you were wearing the baby pink panties that Bakugou had said: “make you look so pretty.”

He tried not to think about it too much. It was… disrespectful. You were his best friend’s girlfriend! It was perverted; that’s what it was! It didn’t matter if he could hear you getting railed every night or that he knew you could take Bakugou without gagging (you always took him to the base of his apparently thick cock, he knew that too.)

“What are you looking at?”

Blue uniform jeans block the entrancing view of your legs dangling mindlessly over the desk like they did over Bakugou’s shoulders. Kirishima burned a brighter red than his hair and snapped his gaze up to his friend’s face- he didn’t look mad, but you could never be too sure.

“I was just spacing out! Sorry, I feel like I’ve had a long day already.

“Mhm. We’re training today. You better be at the top of your game, so I don’t kick your ass,” lips unfurl to reveal borderline sharp teeth, “I feel good today.”

Probably because you got your dick sucked within the past twelve hours, Kirishima thinks. He grins and shakes his head; he’s completely unaware of that fact. Bakugou can never know that he knows something so invasive. Kirishima has to stay strong.

“Of course, I’ll be at the top of my game! That’s what heroes do.” Bakugou mumbles something about being the top hero, and he shifts just enough for his best friend to see you looking back at your boyfriend.

Kirishima’s eyes meet yours as your own trail down, and he’s keenly aware of the strawberry lip gloss that sticks to your lips and makes them look so kissable. Kirishima waves before turning to rifle through his bag; he misses how you smile mischievously before hopping off your desk. Class passes uneventfully, but Kirishima still can’t keep his mind off your baby pink panties. He prays no one has a mind-reading quirk.

Soon enough, Kirishima darted out of his seat and eagerly joined Midoriya on his trek toward the support classrooms. His hard-on had dissipated, and he was sure he was ready to have a good day.

“That’s what I was gonna ask Hatsume about! If I’m doing full-harden, I just need to make sure I’m not hurting others.”

Midoriya nods in agreement before spouting about his forearms and other technical things about his quirk (quirks? Kirishima isn’t so sure anymore), making it hard for the redhead to follow.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, don’t wait up!”

“Yep, see ya!”

The hallway is quiet, and it’s blissful to bask in the sunlight that shines through the windows. It’s a nice day, and Kirishima hasn’t thought about your naked body since that morning.

It’s almost comedic. There’s a screech as he advances farther down the hall, making his steps falter, and his body flinch. There are empty classrooms now and then, but that screech sounded worrying like someone was rushing past a ton of desks! The classroom door sits slightly ajar, and Kirishima feels dragged towards it as if intoxicated.

He should’ve known. You and Bakugou had disappeared so suddenly, and with libidos so high… he should’ve guessed you two were alone somewhere.

“Katsuki…” he’s a fiend, exposing your chest with hands that paw at you like a dog, “we’re being loud.”

“No one’s around. Just relax, babe,” he pulls your bra down, the cups lifting your breasts just enough for him to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Your whines echo, and your back arches as you pant with a flushed face. It was so, well, you looked like a porn star. You looked beautiful. Kirishima can feel the blood going south, arousal hanging heavily between his legs.

Katsuki tells you to just “let me do this,” and you let him. The two of you aren’t even aware of your audience. Kirishima wonders if you’d make the same sounds with him. If you’d push his face to your chest or spread your legs so needily for his cock.

Precum is spilling into his boxers, and he knows it’ll be disgusting later when he has to walk around like he’s not soiling himself. He can’t help it, though, not when your slick pulls away from your pussy in clear strings when Bakugou peels your panties off. He was right, baby pink.

You’re everything but innocent. When you take Bakugou’s fingers into your mouth and suck like the cock-loving whore you are, you’re not the same girl he knew at the beginning of the year. You bat your eyes and shift forward to grab Bakugou’s attention. You really are beautiful.

Ultimately, you’re a great performer, and it makes Kirishima so fucking hard that he has to slip a hand in his pants. You’re just too good.

“You’ll do anything for me, hm? You’re spread out on a fucking desk at UA; you look like a slut.”

Weirdly, Kirishima wishes he was you and that Bakugou was looking at him like that. How would it feel?

He’s not sure, but you are. You love the degradation. You love when he’s so mean. You could whine all you want about how he’s hurting your feelings, but the words make your clit pulse and thighs rub together. He’s always right, too. You look debauched when you’re under his influence. Spit slick lips that shine, and you can feel a bit of drool dribble out the corner of your mouth. You’re cock hungry. No, you’re Katsuki hungry.

You love your boyfriend, and all you could ever want is him. His lips, fingers, cock, you want it all. You tell him this, pulling up your skirt higher to expose a soft patch of curls and the way your pussy glistens pink.

“You’re lucky I love you; you think anyone else could satisfy you? Anyone but me?”

He takes his thumb and rubs tight circles on your clit, the pressure makes you want to shut your legs, but Katsuki’s wide frame easily prevents it. You take what’s given to you, thick fingers making a squelching noise that turns your face red and makes you cover your mouth like that would prevent the lewd sounds of your boyfriend fingering you from reaching others’ ears.

Your boyfriend grins snarkily, muttering that it’s all ’cause of him you’re soaked and practically creaming after only a few minutes of him pumping his fingers in and out of you. He uses his body weight to lean over you; you’re trapped in the best way as he fucks you with only a hand.

Kirishima fucks his fist, too. If anyone turned the corner, they’d see him, and he’s sure his career would be over before it started. For some reason, though, every time he watches Bakugou curl his fingers up and make you wail into your hands, he can’t seem to care too much about the consequences.

It’s not enough, though.

The denim jeans are still constricting even with his belt unbuckled, and he’s working up a sweat with how hard he’s trying to cum at this mind-blowing moment. He watches Bakugou’s knees buckle, and the blond is suddenly between your legs, sucking your clit into his mouth on a level only you could bear. You rest your feet on his shoulders, white knee-high socks making you look like an angel.

This isn’t right, but Kirishima bit the apple and swallowed it. It’s stuck in his throat, and he doesn’t even care that he’s jerking off to Bakugou, bringing you to the edge with a tongue he wishes was wrapped around his dick. The view is obscured now, but Kirishima could fill in the details, and he feels a tight coil in his stomach turning into a knot. Your fingers scrape the desk, trying to find purchase to ground yourself before giving up and desperately grabbing Katsuki’s hair to steady yourself.

Kirishima wheezes. It’s so loud he hears his blood rushing in his ears as he tightens his fist around the head of his red cock. The pre-cum, his fist, the slurping, and your cries now that you’re about to cum all over Katsuki’s tongue. It’s so overwhelming. Kirishima watches as the two of you make eye contact. You blubber and shake, but he strains to hear the three words, “luh-love you, ‘tsuki.”

Cum paints the inside of his boxers, and he keels over with shaking legs, trying to ride out his orgasm the best he can without passing out.

Katsuki cleans you up effortlessly (eating pussy is one of his favorite things, after all.)

“‘S too sensitive Katsuki, no more.”

“I’m cleaning you up; stay still,” he suckles on your oversensitive clit just to hear you whine, “I’m done now.”

Kirishima watches, enraptured at the grossly romantic display. You still look a mess as you shift in Bakugou’s arms, your thighs are still sticky, and your lips bit red; but he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful girl.

The shame washes over him so heavily that Kirishima feels his eyes bubble with tears, and he tears his face away from the scene. Was it worth it? As he crashes into his own self-guilt, he rushes out to the bathroom, uncaring if Midoriya was still in a stall.

“That was the last time, ever,” Kirishima wishes he could follow through. No matter how hard he presses his hands into his eye sockets, he can’t help the blood flowing to his dick at the thought of you whining out your boyfriend’s name.

Hell is hot, but you’re so much hotter.

Kirishima’s tired at the end of the day, his training exhausted him, and the heart-bursting orgasm didn’t help either. He watches Bakugou go to bed offensively early; he wonders if tonight was the night he’d get a total of eight hours. He goes to bed soon after with a smile on his face.

The stars hang low with a glimmer only they could hold. It’s cool in Kirishima’s room with the window open. The nighttime breeze washes over his limbs as he lies sleepily in boxers and a black t-shirt. It’s finally time to rest.

His eyes are closed, and he hopes there isn’t a quiz tomorrow like his brain was assuming. Then, he hears it; it’d be unnoticeable if he wasn’t pressed right up against the wall. There’s a thump and the murmur of whispered voices that sound so muffled he can’t determine what’s being said. This, however, is not relevant when he knows that gruff tone and the meek voice could only mean one thing.

Instead of feeling aroused, a sense of frustration builds. Like a thermometer hitting dangerous levels of hot, he’s getting fired up. You two weren’t considerate at all! Why should he have to be the one to put on headphones or go for a late-night walk? He shoots up out of his bed and stomps on his slippers. Why should he have to accommodate for your- to be frank- unnatural levels of horniness coursing through your veins?

He’s in front of your door before he knows it, and he’s knocking before he can feel the wood on his knuckles.

“Shitty hair.”

You’re sitting in a tank top and wearing panties, blue ones. Kirishima realizes what he’s done.

“Uh, hello? I was, uh, I was gonna ask if you guys could keep it down,” he pauses and looks at everything that isn’t the blond in a fitted black tank top, “it’s actually really been bothering me since I can hear everything. It’s kind of annoying, actually.”

“Was it annoying when you sat behind the door jerking off? While you were watching us?” Bakugou’s mere presence looms over him while his words strike Kirishima in the heart.

He goes underwater for a minute, struggling to breathe and flailing on the inside. His cheeks turn impossibly red, and he feels embarrassed that the rush gives him a surge of excitement in his tummy.

He opens his mouth, gasping like a fish while you stand and come up behind your boyfriend. Kirishima wishes the world cracked open and swallowed him whole or that he had a mind-erasing quirk, maybe both.

“…I should go! Sorry for bothering you….”

Were your hands always so dainty? So tiny with trimmed cuticles and glossy nails. He falters in his steps and lets you pull him in.

You’re a witch, he decides. You’re magic, and he drinks you in as you tug him through the door, and Bakugou locks it.

You grin as he takes a seat, Bakugou following distantly behind before you speak.

“I noticed you staring today, Kiri,” you wait till he’s about to speak before cutting him off, “it’s okay! I liked it; I liked knowing you knew.”

“Oh.”

Your hand rests on his bare thigh as you scan him up and down, “you wanna feel something nice?”

His head feels hollow, and he can’t do anything but nod. He feels Bakugou take a seat behind him, effectively trapped between his two favorite objects of affection. He’s not even ready for the way your soft lips envelop his in a heated kiss. His cock throbs in his pants, keenly aware of Bakugou’s hot breath on his neck.

“You better enjoy this, fantasizing ’bout it for so damn long. It’s a pretty nice sight,” a rough chuckle escapes him as you deepen the kiss, sliding on top of Kirishima’s warm, built body, “you know she asked me once how thick your cock was.

An “Eijirou” tumbles out of your lips, and his hips jolt forward from it. Kisses bloom like flowers all over his neck and Adam’s apple. It feels like he’s flying, like when he took too big of a hit when smoking with Sero. It’s more than incredible. It’s like he’s on cloud nine.

He musters his courage to go from a melting puddle to a force behind the tornado.

“I want to be good for you,” his thoughts echo in his actions with hands that paw at your waist that continues grinding.

“I wanna see her perform, like how she did with you. I wanna see her… like that."

You grin, swiping your bottom lip with your tongue. You look at Katsuki, whose eyes are blown wide with arousal and can only encourage you, “go on. Be my pretty baby.”

Your panties are sticking to you as you pull the oversized t-shirt over you; the pair of eyes on your body feels so nice. Katsuki looks proud, and Kirishima’s eyes roam over every inch of skin like he wants to devour you.

The clasp of your bra is undone, and you feel a sudden shyness at your nudity, but the two men admire you like you’re Ophelia. Katsuki lets his head droop onto Kirishima’s shoulder. The fire in your lower belly, who’s witness to tension between the two males, builds and crashes.

The guiding of hands to your chest, the tweak of a nipple and a mewl, and the head push that allows for a warm mouth to take your breast into his mouth subconsciously make your hands crave stability. Katsuki hooks his thumbs into your panties to pull them off as Kirishima maneuvers till he’s at your side and touching you all over.

You thought he might be inexperienced, but with the way his calloused hands reach down towards your cunt and circle your clit with the lightest of pressure, you wonder who else he’s been with.

“Kirishima…”

“Call me Eijirou.”

Katsuki keeps you from shutting your legs, but it’s not his tongue diving between your folds. Kirishima takes the opportunity to taste as much of you as he can. After weeks of jerking off till he splatters cum into his hand, he’s desperate to make you cream on his tongue (and hopefully his cock.)

It’s almost ridiculous how good he is, how the two pairs of hands on you make drool spill out the side of your mouth. You look so impossibly fucked out from the redhead between your legs that you can hardly believe the circumstances.

“She’s acting like a whore because of you. Look at you; I’m proud of you.”

Kirishima groans as he rubs himself against the bed, rutting like a pathetic puppy. Bakugou realizes he has two sluts in his room, begging for a taste of pleasure. He sneers, mumbling at how pathetic the two of you look, and observes how the two of you melt further into orgasmic bliss.

“Make her cum Kirishima, then she’ll pay you back. Right babe? You’ll help Shitty Hair?”

You babble nonsensically, “yes! Yes, please… ’m close. Katsuki I…” Your hand reaches out for his, desperate to be grounded as you edge closer and closer to the cliff.

Kirishima sucks your clit ruthlessly as you cream on his tongue and fingers. It borders on painful when Kirishima keeps licking and keeps lapping up all the essence that spills out of you.

“Stop… Eijirou, ’s too much. It’s your turn! For…for you.”

Kirishima finally brings his eyes to focus back on you on the bed, and you feel like he’s got tunnel vision for your pussy. A hand lewdly wipes the shine off his lips and chin, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? This is for me.”

Even after short-lived overstimulation, you throb in between your legs and shut them. Katsuki can no longer help himself, and the two boys are suddenly clashing into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

You briefly wonder if you’ve accidentally snuck onto a porn set-up. You take the time to regain yourself and crawl over to Eijirou with hands pawing at his cock that’s drenching his boxers.

“Who do you want?”

Kirishima feels overwhelmed by the question and stays silent before mumbling out a loose and far-away “both?” You look at Katsuki, who rolls his eyes, “I’ll be better than you at this.”

“I go down on you all the time! That’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Katsuki peels his friend’s underwear down, and you feel yourself grow hotter as his tongue laves over Eijirou’s cock, “are ya gonna help or what?”

The room’s air is sticky, and Kirishima feels overwhelmed when he looks down to see a tongue sucking his balls into one mouth while a different pair of lips focuses on the tip; his stomach glistens with sweat as he heaves breaths.

He smells musky, and you beam when you take him into your throat, and he whimpers with twitching legs. Katsuki stares hungrily, reaching up to swallow his noises with a dominating kiss that nearly sends Kirishima backward.

“I might–might cum soon,” he feels like he’s speaking into space, like no one could hear his plea for both release and for the pleasure to cease so he could maintain his dignity.

Katsuki grunts, nose buried just under his belly button as he swallows, “Bakugou!” Kirishima wails and hunches over, fingers digging into his scalp as his cock is overwhelmed by heat and the tightness of the blond’s throat.

Ever the persistent one, Katsuki swallows again as you take a hand to gently knead Kirishima’s balls; it’s heaven. There’s no way it isn’t; he vaguely notes how roughly textured the ceiling is with eyes rolling towards it. A dopey smile makes its way onto his face as he spills his load down Katsuki’s throat, the latter finally gagging as he��s forced to take it all.

Your boyfriend heaves out a couple of breaths, a glare coming from him as he’s forced to swallow Kirishima’s spunk.

His eyes betray him as they gleam with satisfaction.

“Katsuki, wha-what about you?”

Bakugou takes the time to cough into his elbow, eyes brimming with tears and a flushed face making him look perfect. At your concern, he grins and wipes his mouth one more time, “I don’t know. Don’t you think we should save some of it for later?”

Kirishima’s back straightens as he stares in between you and Katsuki, crying out that he might not be able to see Bakugou make you cream on his cock and stretch you out till tears pool in your eyes.

“But you have to fuck her!”

Red eyes flit over to Kirishima, his strength wilts as he makes himself smaller under the dominant (and overpowering) gaze.

“No, you both have had your fill. Besides, you have a lot more to make up for.”

You grin and bounce in your spot on the bed; both men struggle to keep their eyes on your face.

“Yeah, Kirishima, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Don’t you know that even if you think you deserve it, you don’t,” your breath hits the shell of his ear as you advance like a predator ready to eviscerate its prey. He waits with bated breath as you deliberately keep him hanging onto every word.

“You’re no peeping tom, Eijirou. You’re just a pervert.”

Kirishima considers himself a good man who doesn’t spy on his best friend having sex or who doesn’t wait for it to happen right in front of his eyes if given a chance. But he can’t deny it at all.

Kirishima hadn’t fallen from grace; he was still the most beautiful angel. But, at the end of the day, he couldn’t deny one simple fact about himself.

He was a pervert, and no one else could live up to the title best but him.

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(This got away from me and I ended up with 3k words but hey at least we've got something to keep us busy during the agonising wait for the announcement)

Miss Young is gathering her things as Ava prepares to leave, stuffing some notebooks and binder into her satchel, apparently unaware that Ava is lingering in the doorway.

“Hey uh… Are you leaving?” She asks.

“Contrary to what my students believe, I do not live in the school,” Miss Young says, without interrupting her task, but there is a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips that makes Ava’s own mouth stretch to the side.

“I thought you all had a big sleepover every night in the gymnasium. Isn’t that what happens? With Duretti in his Ebenezer Scrooge pajamas?”

Miss Young smiles even wider, eyes creasing at the corner as she stands up, passing the handle of her satchel over her head and onto her shoulder.

“No, but, seriously, are you going home right now? It’s…” She checks her watch, “wow, 7: 48, jeez.”

She hadn’t noticed how dark it has gotten outside, the sky is that deep shade of blue that tells that this is going to be a very cloudy night. Days truly are getting shorter, they’re advancing more into fall every day.

A couple of texts sit in Ava’s phone, Camila telling her that they’re all preparing dinner, all four of them, that she has managed to get Nova out of her room for it and that Nina is complaining about having to eat zucchini.

“Yes, I am,” Miss Young says. “This meeting was the last thing on my list for the day. All the others are gone too. Superion told me to lock up behind me.”

And there is something tugging at the back of Ava’s mind, something important that is trying to warn her, to tell her that something might happen and she has to talk, to say something, anything.

There isn’t any car in Miss Young’s driveway. That’s what’s bugging her. There isn’t a car, and it doesn’t matter, because she has seen Lilith stop in front of the house and honk until Miss Young comes out a few times as she helped Neves tie her shoes or Yasmine try to drink her coffee without spilling it on her blouse as she waited for Miss Young to run to the car.

And Lilith is gone, and so is Yasmine and Superion and…

“Are you going on foot?” Ava asks, a little more stupefied than she meant.

Miss Young, God bless her, only pauses for a second as she picks up her coat.

“Yes, I am. I might catch a bus if I walk past one.”

Yeah, good luck with that, the bus drivers get off at 6pm and even before that there is only one line that isn’t for school. It becomes clearer as Ava thinks that Beatrice did not exactly grow up here, that she doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“I’ll drop you off,” Ava says, not even thinking about it.

Miss Young blanches suddenly, looking completely terrified as if Ava had just proposed to bury a dead body — that would make a good first date, wait what?

“Oh,” she says, voice choked out. “Thank you, but I’m alright.”

“You sure about that?” Ava asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I am, thank you, I’m— I like walking,” she says, fiddling with her coat and dropping it nervously, bending down to pick it back up — And Ava is frowning confusedly at her. “I’ll be alright.”

It dawns on her then, that perhaps she understands Nova on a deeper level than Ava thought. Because she looks that same level of awkward and embarrassed and a bit scared as when Ava offers to drop Nova off at school or when one of her friends invited her for a sleepover back in the city.

“Hey, it’s alright,” she says, raising her hands in the air. “Breathe. Look, I get it. I’m not offended if you say no. My kid, Nova — you already know her —, she hates it too. She likes walking too, and I don’t get the hype, but whatever goats your boat. Trust me,” she insists, Miss Young taking a slightly shuddering breath. “Had it been an hour earlier, I would have just let you walk away, no questions asked. But it’s dark, night is falling, and I can tell you from growing up here that douchebags do not only live in the city.”

“Oh.”

She looks down then, shuffles on her feet, bites into her lower lip like she has something to say but is trying to keep the words inside.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” she whispers then.

You’re a burden to everyone around you, Ava Silva, Frances would say. Nobody will ever care for you. I’m the only thing you have in this world today.

Well, fuck you Frances, she might not have anyone that cares for her, but she cares for others, and it’s fucking awesome. And she has three kids to come home to and to love and to care for and they love her back and it feels great.

“You’re not,” Ava smiles, as warm as she can, as Miss Young looks up with some adorable hope in her eyes. “Trust me, you’re not a bother, nor a burden. I’m doing this because I want to, and because we both know you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.”

Miss Young refuses to meet her gaze, but she nods, sharply, once.

“Alright,” she says, and Ava grins.

“Great. Let’s go, then, I gotta go home and pretend I like zucchini so that my kids eat it.”

Miss Young smiles at that, walking out with her and locking the door behind them. Ava stays beside her, hands in the pocket of her jeans, wiggling mindlessly as they walk. Miss Young opens the door for her and every time Ava nods with one hand on her cap, Miss Young smiling slightly as she looks down, like looking at her for more than a second is too hard and she needs to take breaks in between.

“I’m gonna be honest,” Ava says as they walk outside, past Superion’s empty office. “I never thought I would be in school at this time of the day for anything other than detention.”

“Detention cannot be given past 6pm or before 6am,” Miss Young says, locking the double doors and giving the handle a good shake as if trying to test the lock — it’s good.

“Oh my God, you’re one of those kids that have read the rules of the school.”

“I teach here, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, with a strange light in her eyes that makes it look like she’s trying really hard not to roll her eyes.

“It’s Ava.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name, it’s Ava,” she says, as they exit the playground onto the street, Miss Young locking the gate behind them and checking the lock once again. “We’re not on school grounds anymore, you can call me Ava.”

“Oh. I’m Beatrice, then, but you probably already knew that,” she says, letting go of the gate with a bit of reluctance, like she’s afraid Ava is going to take her in the middle of the woods, tell her to think about Hobbits and put a bullet in the back of her head.

“You’re all Nina talks about, of course I do know that,” she says as they start walking, Ava leading her towards the parking lot where her car is waiting. “And you teach third grade, not middle school. You don’t give detention.”

Beatrice sighs, this time really rolling her eyes, but there is a tug at the corner of her lips and Ava gives herself a mental high-five.

“Alright, I did read school rules back when I was a student. Does that make me such a bad person?” She asks, with humor.

“Nova has read school rules,” Ava states as an answer. “Because she’s one of those ‘By the way, did you know that you have rights? The Constitution says you do’,” she says, mimicking Nova’s little voice and her careful choice of words.

She laughs to herself, Beatrice smiling down again, like she can’t make fun of Nova in good conscience, which is admirable, but Ava says it with pride, because no matter how annoying her kids can be, they’re her kids, and she loves them.

She stops in front of her car, turning around and watching as Beatrice takes it in, doing her best to keep her face cool and doing a bad job at it. She knows it looks busted, the red paint is scratched on one side, there are little handprints and stickers on the windows, one of them can’t even roll down anymore.

“It’s weird, I know, you can say it.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Beatrice smiles.

“Neves calls it ‘Mater Poopy Car’, if it makes you feel any better.”

Beatrice frowns at that, confusion in her eyes.

“From the movie, ya know, ‘Cars’.”

“Oh. Is it the dusty truck? I’ve seen it on a backpack of one of the children,” she says, and Ava nods.

“The fact that you deduced it from the state of my car tells me all I need to know about what you think of it,” Ava says. “Hop on, milady, your ride is here!” She announces, juggling her keys. “The passenger door needs a really good pull, don’t be afraid to swing it and make sure not to fall, I would hate to be the reason my kid’s teacher ends up with a broken ass at the hospital.”

“That’s very thoughtful,” Beatrice mutters, more for herself than for Ava.

She does manage to open the door herself, stumbling a little backwards but managing to stay on her feet — Nova has mastered the art of never falling, she can do it with her eyes closed. Ava has already climbed in as Beatrice slides into the passenger seat, tucking her satchel and coat onto her lap and reaching back to pull the door. Ava has to extend an arm over her lap to help her close it firmly, adjusting her cap on her head as she turns on the ignition.

Just as she pulls out of the parking lot, Beatrice starts fumbling on her seat, moving around and reaching back like she’s trying to find something.

“What’s up?” Ava asks.

“Something is poking my back.”

She reaches back and pulls out something, to find herself holding a candy stick in her fist, frowning confusedly at it. Her gaze wanders towards Ava, who looks insistently at the road.

“That’s not mine.”

“Well, that surely isn’t mine either. In between the two of us, I do hope it’s yours because the alternative would be concerning.”

Ava giggles as she reaches out a hand towards her, the both of them fumbling awkwardly together before Beatrice lets go of it, and Ava bites happily into it.

“Aren’t you supposed to eat courgette at home?” Beatrice asks, frowning with delightful confusion and a bit of amusement in her eyes.

“’Courgette’,” Ava repeats in her best British accent. “Where did Duretti find you, Buckingham Palace?”

“Are you calling me royalty?”

“You said it, not me.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes again, but she does it strangely, like it’s her first time doing it and she’s growing used to it, smiling into the shadow provided by the roof of the car as Ava keeps on driving, one hand still holding tightly onto her candy stick.

“I’m not royalty,” she says.

“Sure you ain’t, Miss Mary Poppins. ‘Fancy a cuppa, darling?’,” she imitates, and Beatrice lets out something that sounds a little bit too close to a chuckle, Ava giving herself a thousand mental fist bumps to congratulate herself.

“That was awful.”

“It was awesome. Bet I’m making you feel homesick or something.”

“You certainly aren’t,” Beatrice says, shaking her head. “I grew up around here.”

Ava stays silent at that, not knowing what to say.

“You already knew,” Beatrice comments, immediately guessing what her silence means.

“It’s a small town. Whatever secret you think you have, it’s not yours anymore. I’m sure you already know about the whole fiasco with…”

She waves her candy stick in the air, unable to say his name as it leaves a sour taste in her mouth and she hates it. Beatrice’s eyes follow the movement of the candy stick in silence, like it is some sort of light floating in front of her or like a baby in front of their birthday candles — Ava has seen it with her own eyes, she can tell.

“I don’t participate in gossip.”

“Good for you, Mary Poppins,” Ava nods. “And for your information, I only know that you came back a few years ago to teach here, and that you know aikido, but that’s because Nina keeps bugging me about it.”

They fall into comfortable silence as Ava drives under the deep blue sky, the street lights throwing their orange shades onto their faces and giving them some strange air, some ethereal and unearthly atmosphere that clings to Ava’s brain the few times she glances at Beatrice.

“Sorry, did you want to share?” She asks, waving her candy stick once again.

“No, thank you,” Beatrice says with a smile. “I don’t think you should eat candy before dinner.”

“I won’t tell my kids if you don’t.”

She can literally hear as Beatrice’s smile stretches and stretches across her face, mirroring Ava’s own smile as she turns at the angle of a street, past Emeline’s grocery store.

“Anyways, I’m sure I can make Camila eat my share of zucchini with enough persuasion,” she comments.

“Camila… The friend that isn’t used to little ears?”

“The one and only,” Ava grimaces.

“Was she also the woman flirting with Lilith at Mary and Shannon’s house?”

“You saw it too?!” Ava asks excitedly, smile so big it’s splitting her face in half at this point. “God, Lilith used to be unattainable, I don’t know what’s gotten into Camila.”

“She still is,” Beatrice says. “Most of the children are scared to death of her, one of Yasmin's student once said her name when they were talking about the things that scared them the most.”

Ava bursts out laughing, thinking about all the times she saw Lilith brooding in the front row of the classroom or been yelled at to shut up the few times she acknowledged Ava’s existence.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all,” she giggles, Beatrice looking at her with a smile. “I said ‘Superion’, when I was a kid.”

And it was a lie, because Ava wasn’t allowed to say Frances’ name, as she knew the woman would have probably pushed her through a window if she had heard of it.

Still, Beatrice keeps smiling to herself, looking out at the window with something akin to fondness in her expression.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, she gave me the creeps. I was convinced she hated my guts, I would run away as soon as I heard her cane hitting the ground in the hallways.”

That belief lingered all of Ava’s life, until Superion found her crying in the school bathroom after realizing that JC’s hoodie that she had been wearing constantly for a few weeks could not hide her baby bump anymore. She had sat her down in her office, had given her hot chocolate and cookies, and had asked her if she needed to call Shannon — which Ava had declined, she could do this on her own, JC was going to find her any minute now and make her laugh again.

From that moment, Superion’s mask had started to become transparent to Ava, like she could see through it. Nobody would even dare mention Ava in her presence, even after she dropped out, according to Camila. She held Nova that day when Ava rushed into her office, announcing that JC and her were leaving this town and that she couldn’t go without saying goodbye.

‘You’re the reason I feel so old today,’ she had said, making Ava smile. ‘I don’t think I’ve met anyone as energetic and unserious as you. But that is a beautiful baby,’ she had commented, Nova babbling as she tried to reach for her hair. ‘I’m proud of you.’

Yeah, Superion was a softie confirmed. But Ava would let her keep that mask on, if it meant that her kids were kept in check.

“What did you say, when they asked you what your biggest fear was?”

A shadow passes over Beatrice’s eyes, her shoulder tensing slightly, almost instinctively.

“The monster under my bed,” she says, and it’s a lie, but Ava lets her have it.

“Creative,” Ava nods. “Neves thinks her toothbrush is haunted.”

“Haunted?” Beatrice asks, relaxing a little, like her confusion has pulled her out of whatever bad memory she was stuck into.

“Yeah.”

“How… How can a toothbrush be haunted?”

“You tell me, you’re the one giving my kids books about dragons and elves and shit. Beats me,” she says, shrugging, and Beatrice hides her smile in the shadow of the car.

Ava stops in front of the little house right across from hers. Beatrice’s house is smaller and it’s only one story high, almost like an apartment, but her front yard is way better than Ava, who still hasn’t found a way to resuscitate her rosebush.

“There we are,” she announces. “Right on time for you to eat your own courgettes.”

“Still awful,” Beatrice smiles as she gathers her things. “Thank you,” she says, then, looking Ava in the eyes with gratitude. “I’m glad we had that talk.”

“Yeah, same,” Ava says awkwardly, hoping that the shadows hide the flush in her cheeks, and needing to find a joke so that she doesn’t invite her for dinner — which would be really weird and awkward and bad. “I might tell my kids that their teacher’s grandma will come down from the skies to make them eat their dinner, who knows.”

“I am not royalty,” Beatrice says, harsher, and weirdly Ava feels a little proud, like Good job, Miss Poppins, you’re affirming yourself.

“You said it, not me.”

“I’ll tell them that you thought Superion was terrifying. And that you eat candy before dinner,” Beatrice threatens.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

She wouldn’t. Neither would Ava, after all.

She raises her hands in the air, surrendering for this time, and Beatrice smiles as she exits the car, managing to open it without too much struggle.

“Thank you, Ava,” she says again, leaning forward with the door open. “You’re very kind.”

“I’m glad you’re my kids’ teacher,” Ava says, because her name sounds a little too good into Beatrice’s mouth and now is really not the time to develop her useless crush on her kids’ goddamn teacher.

Beatrice smiles.

“So am I. Goodnight, Ava,” she says, softly, too softly.

“‘Night.”

And she slams the door, exactly like Ava taught her, and Ava’s laugh bursts free as she sits in her dark car, watching from the rearview mirror as she pulls into her driveway as Beatrice walks up her own house, searching for her keys in her coat’s pocket. A cat jumps from the dark and rubs itself against her legs and Beatrice lets it, opening her door and walking inside, the cat following after her.

Ava rests her head on the wheel and jumps when the horn echoes around her, muttering a curse under her breath. Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Now is really not the time to start having a hopeless sapphic crush on her kids’ teacher, who tells them about stupid worm gardens and stupid Maupassant right as she fumbles with her stupid new divorce and her stupid bills and her stupid stupid hometown.

(Thankfully, Ava is stupid too, so it doesn’t really matter anyway.)

She looks up in the rearview mirror again, preparing herself to go inside her house and convince her kids to finish their plates and realizes that Beatrice never gave her her address. She knew Ava knew.

Fuck. Beatrice already knew where she lives.

Beatrice fucking Young has been watching her from her own kitchen window too as Ava comes back every night with a car full of loud little kids and candy sticks.

Well. Good thing they’re both stupid then.

#fic: strangers in this town #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #I don't have WiFi for the announcement and I've used all my data :/

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morallygay · 2 years

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🟩⬜️⬛️ Animes for aro/ace people - Part 1 ⬛️⬜️🟪

part 2 here

Including:

-shows in which (a) character(s) has/have shown lack of interest or disinterest in romance and/or sex🔻

-shows that as a whole have little to no romance and/or sex in them or are not romance focused🔹

I encourage anyone to reply/reblog with ideas/suggestions of animes that could qualify (especially aroallo people since you are the least represented and, basically being the opposite myself, I will not necessarily notice it). This is an ever expanding list (in theory. when i remember to come back to it) :)

This is a completely personal list based on what animes made me consciously think “aspec vibes”; it’s not guaranteed that you vibe with my taste, but surely a few people will, and this is for them. Since I’ve seen a lot of animes while aroace, I’m one of the few people who could make this post, so here, finally I made it.

To me canon and the intentions of the author are very important and obviously change completely the context of the ‘representation’. The worst feeling is expecting representation and being disappointed and invalidated, so I will make clear what kind and level of representation it is and if intended (to my understanding/intuition) or not. Let’s start by saying that, in case you were born yesterday, we don’t exist according to media and anime is no exception so expect most of those to not canonically be aromantic or asexual, and that even if the author intended in some cases to make them in practice aro/ace, it is most likely in a way that is oblivious to the actual existence of these orientations (the words are never used for sure), ex. it’s supposed to be a quirk / personality trait and not an actual sexuality. Also I have a taste for seinen so there will be an overrepresentation of that. With that said, let’s go.

"Saiki Kusuo No Psi Nan" / "The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K" (like 50 episodes but you will not see the time pass)🔻

Definitely the n.1 aroace anime. It’s a comedy. The protagonist is an absolute aroace icon. He explicitly expressed multiple times that he doesn't get and is disinterested in romance/sex and those facts are pillars of the show and the comedy. He loves sweets. You can also see him as demi. However the (aro/ace) label is obviously never used since the author is probably unaware of this sexuality's existence. It's the kind of representation that is not intended as representation. He is ‘nonhuman’ aroace rep; the fact that he is a psychic and basically a god is intended as the reason for his lack of interest/attraction.

warning: in season 3 he loses his powers and it is implied that because of that he is now a Normal boy and therefore allo. and he shows attraction for the first and only time in the commercial breaks animations lmao. traumatizing 😔. that didn’t happen in the manga anyway so just bear with it and ignore it.

Otherwise there is a lot of romance in this show and instances of sexual attraction, and it has a lot of other problems. It probably doesn’t pass the bechdel test for like the first and a half season. But it really is funny— hilarious even. It’s also very problematic. Still definitely recommend and it is very empowering to watch as an aroace, but keeping all that in mind.

“Barakamon” (12 episodes)🔻

The protagonist is canonically asexual in the manga apparently. I haven’t read it but in the anime at least he did in fact show disinterest and confusion over sexual attraction. No info romantic orientation-wise. It isn’t perfect (there was a whole thing about a character that is a homophobic fujoshi and other instances of unfunny humor like that) but it’s an cute slice of life I suppose.

“Dr Stone” (35 episodes + 3rd season coming soon)🔻

The protagonist never showed romantic or sexual attraction and explicitly showed disinterest to both at times. He literally got married for practical reasons and divorced hours later. Aroace king. Here too his lack of interest may be intended as a joke to show that he is Logical and too busy with Science to have time for bullshit like “love”, but it’s not like he can’t be both so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. There is some annoying fanservice and the female characters have terrifying eyes as you can see above but I digress, overall it’s really good + there’s other types of queer rep in the manga apparently but I haven’t read it yet.

“Ore Monogatari” / “My Love Story” (24 episodes)🔻

A very sweet and good romance anime. In this one the side character (on the right) is heavily implied to be on both the aromantic and asexual spectrums, and there was a whole mini-arc about him and that near the end of the anime. Very wholesome.

“Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun” / “Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun” (12 episodes + 1 OVA)🔻

A hilarious romantic comedy that I highly recommend in general. The protagonist’s crush is super aroace in the anime and it’s very funny and validating/empowering. It’s supposed to be read as him being oblivious for the sake of comedy, and he still is her love interest so in the manga — which goes much further — he slowly starts to develop feelings too. I see him as demiromantic. There are 2 other characters that have shown confusion / lack of interest about sexual attraction (one only appears in the manga) that I see as alloace. Also everyone (yes the aroace guy included) is bi. Not canonically of course but yeah. Watch it (unless you’re the type that doesn’t do ships, then you can pass on this one).

“Shingeki No Kyojin” / “Attack On Titan” (87 episodes + the last season coming soon)🔹

Classic masterpiece in the making but I’m not here to talk about that. Romance exists in the show in the way that it exists in real life so it would be unrealistic to not have it. The show itself is not focused on romance at all, and there is no unnecessary forced romance either. The female characters are not sexualized at all and there are virtually no comment/scene that show sexual attraction, to the point where I wonder if isayama (the author) is not asexual as well. This is a show where it’s hard to find any characters who you can prove are allo; this is how irrelevant both romance and sexual attraction are.

“Beelzebub” (60 episodes)🔻

This one is a mostly episodic comedy. The protagonist has big aroace vibes. He is supposed to be read as oblivious (which he also definitely is, but I see him as both) and too dumb to be horny or something. There is a lot of fanservice (respectful one though (well, as respectful as fanservice can be??)) and his best friend’s entire personality is being a pervert and that’s really annoying. Plus one of the main recurring characters is a ‘predatory gay’ walking joke. Despite my very low tolerance for stuff like that I still personally somehow love this anime and find it very funny in the end. I haven’t read the manga.

“Yagate Kimi Ni Naru” / “Bloom Into You” (13 episodes)🔻

A wlw romance in which the protagonist is aspec, and this is obviously relevant and touched upon. Definitely arospec and most likely acespec too (can’t remember exactly). There is also an aromantic side character that enjoys consuming romance but has zero interest in personally participating in it.

“Banana Fish” (24 episodes)🔹(🔻)

The 2 main characters are mlm love interests, and their relationship isn’t sexual at all. The show itself does deal with the theme of sexual abuse, and it’s a recurring relevant topic so trigger warning for that (but not in a romanticized/fetishized way at all). Their relationship being romantic is technically not canon either but it’s subtext (the kind that if it was straight no one would question it). They’re called “best friends 😊” to the end lol so. yeah. It can be frustrating from a gay rep standpoint but at the same time also right up your alley if you want queerplatonic greyromantic (asexual) stuff.

This one is a bit of a tangent but mlm rep in anime that isn’t sexual is so rare so I wanted to include it since I’m an mlm aspec and this is just like me fr. Also it’s a must watch in general.

“Paripi Koumei” / “Ya Boy Kongming” (12 episodes)🔹

This anime is wild (complimentary). The main theme is music, but this description can’t do it justice. Anyway the show is completely devoid of romance (at least as of now with 1 season. I haven’t read the manga) but full of sweet friendships and heartwarming interactions. The kind of thing to show to someone who says that romance is a necessary part of humanity and that life is less meaningful without it. I totally headcanon the protag (blonde girl) as aro.

“Acca 13” (12 episodes)🔹

A seriously underrated show. This one is on this list because it was very satisfying to watch as an aroace person. There is no focus on romance. There are characters who are attracted to other characters but it’s not relevant or used for frustrating unnecessary drama or anything, it’s actually in a very refreshingly chill, matter-of-fact way, and it never goes farther than that. It’s so unique in this way I can’t really explain it well, but it’s pretty cool.

#and if you wanna know where you can read one you can dm me anytime #aro ace anime #animanga #aroace #aromance #asexuality #anime recs #anime recommendation #saiki k #barakamon #dr stone #ore monogatari #gsnk #attack on titan #beeelzebub #bloom into you #banana fish #ya boy kongming #acca 13

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There’s a knock on her window, and a familiar breeze whistling against the glass. “Furina~! You have a visitor~!” Venti called out to the other, unaware of the events that had just transpired a few hours prior. Or… maybe he was aware, and that mask never slipped off his face.

With no lights on in the room, only that which came from the window illuminated their surroundings. Even as the moon hid away, and those shadows grew longer, fingers reaching for their nest of pillows on the bed.

They hugged a big plush one to their chest, damp spots from their tears over the top. In solitude, they sobbed openly. And in those hours alone, with the adrenaline that had passed leaving her limbs now trembling, the isolation highlighted that aching loneliness in their shattered heart.

Nobody would ever know what had transpired, nor could any of the people learn of the Hydro Archon's painful vulnerability. The people's trust measured in vapid popularity, it was all the Lady Furina could do to keep control, even when some whispered that the Chief Iudex must be Fontaine's true ruler, Furina merely a figurehead.

The knock at the window startled them. They jumped, pillow tumbling from their arms to the grasp of those shadows. Their first instinct was to turn their face away, to hide the redness around their eyes and their wet lashes. They tensed, prepared to bolt or fight if that assassin returned to finish the job after all.

However, they recognized that voice. They wiped the tears from their eyes, and pressed their cold fingers to their cheeks to minimize swelling. Bit by bit, they pieced their mask back together. In this way, she assumed her proper role--Lady Furina, Focalors, and Fontaine's beloved, if eccentric, Archon.

"Oh, is that so?" It took a few words before she smoothed the tremulous edge from her voice. She rose from the pillow-pile, brushing herself off as she glided over to the window, opening it--fingers a little clumsy, but otherwise apparently-unaffected by anything that could have happened that day.

"You know, I have a long list of my great many subjects who are dying for the chance to meet me. Considering that, I could say that cutting the line like this is a crime almost equal to treason." Yet a powerful undercurrent of desperation flowed beneath those words; they didn't want him to leave, especially not now that he was there. She blinked too-quickly, still attempting to keep the fearful tears at bay.

"But since you are not part of Fontaine, treason wouldn't apply to you anyway. And I understand. My presence is so sought after, I would simply die attempting to wait patiently for it if I were in your shoes," she said, a hand laying light upon her chest. "And, I suppose we could call this a... spontaneous diplomatic meeting, wouldn't you think so?"

She left the window open for him to enter, quick to turn on the lamps, and envelop the room with new light.

"Oh! I know, we should get some tea. No meeting between Archons can possibly be complete without it! And, of course, some desserts." She babbled on to keep her own thoughts from filling the silence. "It's too bad that you didn't come earlier, so you might have a slice of cake from my favorite bakery; only a limited amount is made per day, but of course the great Focalors is allowed first choice of sweets."

@starlitwishes

#starlitwishes #m: furina #genshin spoilers #genshin impact spoilers #let's fucking goo!#love this for them #mask-to-mask communication

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asdfhjkl this is fuckin,,,,,, 17 pages of unfinished and rewritten dp/msa crossover. from TWO THOUSAND FRICKIN FIFTEEN. i am not going to be able to resist editing/adding more to this (which is the ENTIRE REASON IT NEVER GOT POSTED IN THE FIRST PLACE COUGH COUGH SELF) so i am sticking it under a cut, pressing send, then going to do errands in order to physically stop myself from spending 16 hours nitpicking it. also tunglr.hell deletes all the original formatting when pasting stuff in so all the italics/bold/strikethrough are missing rip.

please note! this is an original draft and then a rewritten (but mostly just different parts of the outline) second part.

im just. gonna paste the second one’s author note here (written circa 2016) and leave y’all to it:

stern fatherly disapproval I've been going back through the old dp/msa posts and I have to say, I am very disappointed in all of you. honestly, with such pride we take in over-angsting for BOTH fandoms, that there wasn’t much if any discussion to be seen on this is shocking. (Though, to be fair, I just now remembered I wrote this all the way back then and never published it, buT THE POINT STANDS. My inability to write more than ¾ of a fic before getting distracted and forgetting to finish it is only moderately related to this discussion.) At least it’s edited now, I guess? By which I mean completely rewritten. (you can still tell the parts connecting the main sections are a bit ‘eh’ but, well, ‘eh’.)

Summary: Danny captures Lewis in the thermos (as he does) and tosses him in the Ghost Zone like the rest of the town’s ghostly visitors. This is a bad thing.

“dp/ms zone - Created Aug 27, 2015″

The Skulls are driving through amity park, arthur at the wheel, vivi shotgun with the current traveling deadbeat curled at her feet (the rest are at home guarding the mansion), and Lewis in the back with mystery. Danny's ghost sense goes off as this van passes by, almost as ridiculous looking as his parents own vehicle. he looks in to see a large ghost apparently hiding in the back, the two tourists up front unaware. whatever it's planning can't be good, so he shoots in, sucks up the ghost, and flies off to the alarmed shouts trailing behind him. rather than just being startled at a ghost in their van like Danny thinks (though they are, at him just popping up suddenly), the humans cries are at seeing Phantom abduct their boo for seemingly no reason. not even mystery could react before the kid was off, grinning and waving back at them like he'd just had a job well done. the poor deadbeat is terrified, master has just been taken by a ghost hunter but they have to stay with mistress vivi and mister arthur. arthur slams on the breaks, throwing the van around to tear after the ghost, but he's disappeared. the four are devastated, turning back to the hotel, vivi clutching the now crying spirit like a lifeline. immediately they set to work researching phantom, hoping for any clue to find him and their taken spirit. the next day, Danny comes downstairs to find his parents talking to... visitors? clients? they look exhausted but kind of familiar, so he listens in from the steps outside the kitchen. please, you have to help us. phantom took our friend and you're the people who study this town you must know where to find him we just got him back we can't lose him again please help us we've looked everywhere please- what do you mean, phantom's taken your friend? had the ghost finally started attacking humans outright? there was this big flash and he was gone and he was holding this metal thing and oh honey, its okay, don't worry, there's no way that could have been your friend. phantom uses one of our thermoses and it only works on ghosts. but Lewis IS a spirit! how can you be friends with a ghost, that doesn't make sense. they're too violent and unstable to have consistent rational thought, let alone form attachments... what? how could you- how dare you say something like that! we've been paranormal investigators for years and Lewis is our best friend, don't you dare accuse him of being a mindless creature! how can you call yourselves scientists when you're just as prejudiced as all those stupid hunters we meet! if you won't help us, we'll find phantom ourselves, and we'll get our friend back no matter what we have to go through to do it! Danny sits frozen as the two storm out, guilt creeping in as he absorbs the conversation. he'd just done what he normally did on patrol, how was he supposed to know this ghost was somehow different? he was just taking it out before it could do anything funny, but now he was the one in the wrong? (he won't admit he sees ghosts like his parents do, always up to something malicious and never just innocent bystanders) not liking this feeling, he slips out of the house and trots after the group, quickly catching up. uh, hey. i, uh, heard about your friend and I think I can help... meet me outside Fentonworks at 11 tonight, my parents will be asleep by then so don't ring the doorbell. before they can get a word in, I have to go back, so dont be late! and runs back, turning a corner and going invisible before they can catch up. okay, he's just bought himself some time to fix this, he just needs to make some calls first... he'd just tossed the disoriented ghost (Lewis?) through the portal, not dumped him further in like he does with some of his enemies. he shouldn't be that hard to find. 1030 finds the three living members of the mystery skulls standing before the fentons house. at her side, vivi clutches a bag housing their remaining spirit, warded with nearly every spell in the book and some others besides. if phantom tried to take their deadbeat too, he was gonna have to fight for it. the research they'd done that day didn't make their moods any lighter. video clips of fantastical ghost fights helped them piece together that phantom took his captured enemies to a place called the ghost zone. further study had pulled up dozens of reports on the place, from an incident stranding part of the town there. while interview descriptions of the event ranged wildly, the common details said it was huge, green, and swarming with aggressive ghosts. and from the videos of some of these fights, no matter how strong he might be, Lewis's chances weren't looking good. Sam and tucker round the corner to see three unknown silhouettes clustered on the sidewalk ahead. reflexively their hands dart to their weapons, before they connect Danny's descriptions to the group ahead. damn, they were early then. hopefully Danny was ready and not just doing something stupid. (oh who were they kidding, he was always doing something stupid.) as they approach, the dog tenses, and the two humans whip around to stare at the teens. seeing as they've been spotted already, they close the remaining distance with quick strides. the woman is the first to speak, suspicion bleeding into her worried voice. and who might you two be then? I'm sam, this is tucker. we're here to help Danny find your ghost since he's a horrible driver and couldn't read a screen to save his life. so since you're here already I'll just text him to come let us in. they get a grunt in acknowledgement from the male, but it's otherwise silent for the few minutes they spend waiting for the door to open. greengreengreen EVERYWHERE, no ground beneath your feet to stop you falling, falling... the space scattered with thousands of pointed rocks and green fog twisting through them... and if this is Arthur's reaction, Lewis is even worse off. and he's been stuck here not for minutes, but hours, days. reliving his death over and over, no reprieve from the constant memories. the team is so focused on Arthur's reaction it's not until mystery renders him unconscious they turn to vivi. standing stock still, unfocused eyes staring unblinking out the window, trembling with near invisible tears trailing down her face. because her boys aren't the only ones with memories of the cave, and while she may be the "strong" one of the group, when it comes to reminders of that night her ptsd is no less real. there you are dipstick! I've been looking all over for you! not now, ember, get out of the way. can't you see I'm busy? not until you tell me why you thought it was a good idea to toss a spirit into the ghost zone. are you completely mental? huh? don't play dumb with me, not even you wouldn't be able to tell. he looks nothing like a ghost! it's all we've been able to do by keeping guard, none of us can even get close to the guy with the state he's in! what are you even talking about-! vivi shoves his head away from the glass, calling out to the flaming musician. yell at him later, tell us where Lewis is now! ember looks down at the new human, sizing her up before nodding, gliding away. I still don't get it, what was she even going on about? I mean yeah, I shouldn't have tossed the guy in here, but the rest of that? what did that even mean? I believe I may be able to explain, a voice calls from the back, and all three kids jerks their heads around to stare at the (talking!) dog. (what the hell?) sam nearly crashes the speeder into an island before she collects herself enough to glance back at the window. ignoring their reactions, mystery continues to speak from his place in Arthur's lap, the mechanic petting him robotically (heh.). I didn't recognize it at first from the descriptions, but now I'm here I can tell this ghost zone, as you put it, is one part of the realm of the dead. the place we just left, your real world, is the realm of the living. ghosts, at least the ones that you know, are formed and exist in this dead realm. it's where they draw their energy from, regardless of whatever focus or reason they have for their being. a ghost that spends too long in the human world would begin to break down, the very reality chipping away at them piece by piece. similarly, a human spending too long unprotected in the ghosts world would suffer similar effects, their body fighting against what knows they should not be there. that's why, for instance, demons must be summoned from their own realm and strike deals with humans to stay on that plain. he looks straight at Danny beings that have rights, as it were, to both places may come and go as they please with no ill effects. i, for instance, may pass through both living and yokai realms if I were to so choose.

[anchor is physical, ties to world]

Lewis, however, is a spirit, brought forth and tied to the living realm. he's one of the, we call them ghosts, but imprints might be a better title, that make up the majority of 'ghost' activity humans encounter... well, outside of this town, at least.

I assume the ghosts you know of fall into different types or species, probably based on their power level or abilities. our own ghosts, or spirits as the name here for them seems to be, are much the same. they can range anywhere from vague wisps of an idea to a fully formed consciousness equal to or even above their former human status.

[these former-living are connected to physical objects, vessels, their soul reside in. this anchor, as we call it, thus ties them to the human realm, being a real, semi-physical object. it's a shell of sorts, breaking a ghost's anchor destroys the (self contained environment), releasing and exposing their soul, which unprotected dissipates very quickly.]

as for how this relates back to the idea of realms, well, the lower the power of an entity the easier it is to be torn apart... he pauses at Vivi's sudden realization, dashing to the forgotten bag on the seat. tearing open the pouch, she lets out a quiet 'oh thank the gods' as a tiny pink head pops out, chirping in concern. it winds its way into Vivi's arms, nuzzling her cheek. the woman looks at mystery, hoping that protection he had talked about was working on the deadbeat too. he nodded, as long as they were to stay in this vehicle, they'd probably be safe from harm. probably. I'd also suggest arthur stay too, even if he wasn't already... compromised, he looked over to the teens, still listening closely. suffice to say the scenery would certainly not be good for him. and for him to be the first thing Lewis sees after such an episode, arthur stiffens and the dog looks up at him sadly, even if he knows rationally it's not the you he thinks it is, he won't be in his right mind... it's gonna be okay, arthur. vivi settles beside the blond and leans against him, careful not to squish the spirit nestled in her arms. it'll just be like those first few weeks with the dreams. which i mean isn't ideal, obviously, but we've survived it once already, we can do it again if we have to. and it's not like before where he'd been alone for a year, it's really only been, what, a few hours, a day? um, actually... the trio (plus one) looks up, having already forgotten they weren't alone in the vehicle. i, uh, so that whole thing with different realities your, uh, dog? was talking about? heh, yeah, so... funny thing about the zone is, um. time goes differently in here. so like, an hour here is only a few minutes in the real, or, erm, living world... vivi completed the kids thought ...and a few hours on our side would be... days... oh gods no, Lewis. Danny flinches, another shot of guilt stabbing his conscience. ugh, of all the ghosts (or, er, spirits?) he could have snagged yesterday it had to have been this one. the only ghost in the whole town that couldn't live (unlive?) in the zone and was apparently afraid of the color green. just perfect. good Phantom, best hero. the speeder slows as ember approaches a group of ghosts, floating in a protective circle around an island about the size of a small house. they turn to glare at the vehicle, but at embers dismissive wave part to let the craft land. as soon as the door opens a blue blur shoots out, followed closely by a smaller white figure and finally the ghost child. the sight of Lewis when they finally reach him is horrible. he'd flown blindly until he found a larger rock to land on, one with a sort of raised wall on one side to keep his back to. images from the cave played out in a high definition loop before him, even curled on the ground he could still feel himself falling, falling...

now his hands are digging into the flesh around his eyes, still desperately begging the images away. even scrunched into a ball the gaping hole that is his chest is obvious, the constant trembling and whimpers only adding to the gory display. his heart, golden and whole before, has gone pitch black, more cracks than actual pieces at this point and only held together by the strange atmosphere of the zone. the same atmosphere doing a number on the rest of him, draining his power to dangerous lows. they can see the rock behind him, and not just through the bloody window in his chest. it's been so much longer for him, even without the flashbacks draining him at this point he'd still be pretty bad off. he feels like he's been left to rot, abandoned for days, months, years, only his mind for company. maybe karma has finally caught him up and dragged him to hell, just like he must deserve for what he's done. what else would this place be for, catered so perfectly to his failures? he doesn't know how long it's been, only that he's so, so tired. even the agonizing pain in his chest has faded, his whole body numb. cold. who is he? he can't remember, his mind is too foggy. where is he? he shouldn't be here. why? this place is... bad. green. green makes bad things happen. the green had laughed. not-green had been hurt. when? who was green? why? (Lewis!) L..ew...is? something about it sounds familiar. like purple and pink and warm and happy. but. no. Lewis is black and white and cold cold cold. like him. is he him? he can't tell what his color is. was. are? something is touching him. it moves the dark away and he sees blue. blue... what is blue's name again? it says something, but all he hears is static. he can't move and blue is raining. no, that's not right. blue is happy and smiles and love, not sad, never sad, why is blue sad?

his last coherent thought, before finally fading out, is please don't be sad, blue. as vivi reaches the collapsed spirit, her fear of losing Lewis again somehow worsens. she knows what lengths Lewis would go to before using this form, and that she can see straight through him means his energy is even lower than she'd feared. grabbing a wrist she pries a hand from his eyes, only for the revealed pupil to be a dull and cloudy purple. there's no sign of recognition, though she hopes some of her panicked rambling is making it through the haze. a whimper at her side draws Vivi's attention to mystery, worriedly sniffing the abused and battered locket, which looks like it's one small breath away from crumbling completely. we need to get him inside and home, now. she doesn't have to look to see mystery shifting, the gasp behind them is enough. the kitsune can take care of Lewis, she needs to focus on his anchor. unwinding her scarf, she makes use of the wonky gravity to wrap it around the locket, both preserving its shape and making sure pieces can't fall out when she moves it. with her part done and mystery gathering Lewis in his tails, vivi grabs the delicate package and hurries back to the waiting craft. she shivers as the static feeling of the speeder's shield passes over her, but it's a small price to pay to keep everyone safe. not from the ghosts, who she really needs to thank now she thinks about it, but the reality itself.

the shield, built on the presumption all ghosts held this strange ecto energy, blocked based on the presence of it. thus, the human Danny, locket, and eventually Lewis, all pass through it no problem.

Sam and tucker had stayed in the speeder as the trio ran out, ready to make a quick getaway if this all turned sour. they couldn't really see what was happening outside, but Danny could handle it (probably). he'd call if he needed them. (maybe.)

they kept to watching the last stranger still in the back of the vehicle. well, stranger plus the weird… pink... thing.

“zone new rewrite - Created Nov 15, 2015″

stern fatherly disapproval

I've been going back through the old dp/msa posts and I have to say, I am very disappointed in all of you. honestly, with such pride we take in over-angsting for BOTH fandoms, that there wasn’t much if any discussion to be seen on this is shocking. (Though, to be fair, I just now remembered I wrote this all the way back then and never published it, buT THE POINT STANDS. My inability to write more than ¾ of a fic before getting distracted and forgetting to finish it is only moderately related to this discussion.)

At least it’s edited now, I guess? By which I mean completely rewritten. (you can still tell the parts connecting the main sections are a bit ‘eh’ but, well, ‘eh’.)

Summary: Danny captures Lewis in the thermos (as he does) and tosses him in the Ghost Zone like the rest of the town’s ghostly visitors. This is a bad thing.

The Skulls were finally arriving in the famed Amity Park, having driven for hours now to reach the paranormal hotspot. This rotation found Arthur at the wheel, Vivi riding shotgun with the current travelling deadbeat curled at her feet, and Mystery and Lewis lounging in the back. Perhaps the hours watching mile after mile of fields and trees fly past had dulled their reflexes, allowed what happened next to be, none reacting fast enough to stop it.

Danny had watched the orange vehicle with a vague passing interest as it turned down the street, the van’s appearance almost as gaudy as his own parents’. Probably another group of "ghost hunting" tourists, here to putter around a few days buying overpriced souvenirs before running back home at the first sight of the Box Ghost. Nothing he needed to bother dealing with.

But as it passes by, a cloudy wisp escapes his throat, and suddenly it does become his business. Shooting from his post he flies through the van's wall, barely taking in the sight of the big hulking skeleton hiding behind the two oblivious tourists before sucking it up in the thermos. He only pauses to shoot the passengers a quick smile as a “you’re welcome” for his job well done before barreling straight back out, ignoring the alarmed shouts that follow.

Startled at the sudden apparition, it takes the living members of the team a few seconds to react, but by then it’s far too late. Phantom’s already abducted their Lewis, their friend, trapped him and flown off to who knows where, grinning all the while. Arthur slams on the brakes, whipping the van around (sorry girl, he’ll apologize for the rough treatment later, but Lew’s far more important right now) to tear after the fleeing ghost, but he’s already disappeared.

The poor deadbeat is terrified, Boss has just been taken, and their connection to Him feels cut off, blocked somehow. All they can do now is cling to Miss Vivi, hope she and Mister Arthur will fix this.

After nearly an hour barreling down the streets seeking the white-haired spectre, the four are forced to give up the frantic searching, turning back to the hotel. Vivi clutches the shaking pink spirit like a lifeline, this is the second time Lewis has been taken right in front of her and she could do nothing to stop it. Immediately upon entering the room they set to researching Phantom, praying for any clue on how to find him and their stolen spirit.

The next morning, Danny comes down the stairs to find his parents talking to… visitors? clients, maybe? They sound anxious but look kind of familiar, so he listens in from the top of the steps, out of view from the kitchen.

“You don't understand though, Phantom’s taken our friend! Come on, you’re supposed to be the experts in this town, you must have some idea what happens to them-” That must be the girl he saw speaking.

“But honey, what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense.” His mom sounds like she’s trying to calm down a small child, “We may think that Phantom is malicious, but he’s never directly hurt a human, as far as we know.”

“Has the Ghost Boy finally started attacking humans? Yes!” His dad’s outburst is cut off by what must be three very angry glares, before he sheepishly clarifies, “Er, wait, no, not like that, it's horrible. But I mean, this will finally prove to everyone he’s dangerous! So they’ll stop thinking they don’t need protection from him!”

His mom takes the conversation back over before Jack can drive it even further (if unintentionally) into the ground.

“Okay honey, can you tell me what happened again? When the ghost boy took... Lewis, was it?”

“We were just driving around and Lew was in the back just sitting there not even doing anything and then there was this big flash and he was gone and then he was holding this metal thing and then he was gone too and we can’t lose him again, not so soon after we finally found him again, please-”

There’s a small silence, the woman stopping to regain her composure, the two hunters taking in the information. And then,

“Oh! Oh then it’s okay, sweetie, (well I mean no it’s not because your friend is still missing but), you don’t have to worry about Phantom having taking him! See, the ghost boy uses a Fenton Thermos he stole from us, but it only works on ghosts, not humans. So whatever he captured couldn’t have been your friend, don’t worry. He's probably still out somewhere you visited before and whatever it was was just impersonating him to follow you.”

“But Lewis IS a spirit!”

There's a pause.

“Er, what? No, that can’t be right…”

“And why not?” There’s a fourth voice, quieter but hard, with the same undercurrent of exasperation Danny himself has when discussing ghosts with his parents. “Don’t you think we’d know if our bo-best friend was a spirit? I mean, if the floating and the skull wasn’t obvious enough there’s always the fact that we had to- had to... to...” He trails off, but it’s easy enough to piece together the unsaid words.

Still, that doesn’t stop his dad from speaking, the large man prone to rambling in tense moments.

“No, we mean… How do I say this, it just, it isn’t possible! Ghosts are just too emotionally unstable to have consistent rational thought, let alone form attachments… regardless of whoever they might’ve been based off of in life. That’s what makes them so dangerous to be around, even for us. I know it may be hard to hear, but-”

The halfa jumps as something very heavy slams down on the table. It sounds almost like metal, but what-?

Then it’s the man's voice again, dangerously calm and dripping with venom that makes even Danny go still.

“You call yourselves scientists, but you’re not, are you? You’re too blinded by your own prejudices to be anything more than the next hotshot group we come across, shooting anything just for not being human. Never matters they were perfectly normal before, now they're just monsters to be shot at! Because anything that isn’t 100% human can’t really think, really feel, they’re all just mindless things to you. Hell, I don’t have a human arm, does that mean I’m not sentient? Do you-”

“Arthur that’s enough.”

If his voice is a rock hers is cold hard steel.

“But-”

“Taking our frustrations out on them does nothing but waste time and energy we could be using to find Lewis. And don’t you dare give me that look, I don’t like them talking about him like that any more than you do, but now is not the time.”

There’s the sound of a chair being pushed out from the table, and the woman takes a deep, steadying breath.

“We’ve been paranormal investigators for years, we know when a lead is bust. We came here in hopes you’d have some information to help us, but I can see now it was a lost cause. With that mindset, there’s no way you’d be able to follow the dead’s thought process, let alone accurately anticipate their next move. Ghosts work in patterns just like humans do, we have enough experience that we can get Lewis back without your help.”

There's a deep, resigned sigh.

“Look, I know we aren’t going to change your view of the dead from this, but I hope one day you reexamine what exactly makes you think about them the way you do.”

“Now come on, Arthur, let’s check in with Mystery at the hotel and see if he’s managed to dig up anything actually useful for us.”

Danny stays frozen on the steps as the door slams shut, guilt slowly creeping in as the situation unravels. It had just been a normal patrol yesterday, how had it managed to go this fantastically wrong? Just fly around, suck up some ghosts, and toss them back through the portal. How the hell was he supposed to know this one was any different? All he’d done was take out the guy before he could do anything funny, stop the problem before it even started, but now he was the one in the wrong? (He won’t admit he’s much like his parents when it comes to judging ghosts, even when he knows plenty of them aren’t malicious. Guilty until proven innocent, but with his track record meeting ghosts he couldn’t be to blame. Shoot first, ask questions never, but wasn’t that the same thing he chastised his parents for? …No, best to cut that train of thought off right now-)

Not liking these feelings of guilt, he slips out and trots after the two, following them down the street until he judges it to be a safe enough distance from the house his parents won’t see them if they look out the front door.

“Hey, uh, you’re the guys looking for your... friend, right?” He shuffles his feet awkwardly as they stare at him, unsure how to actually go about doing this. Damn him and his lack of planning.

“So, I overheard what happened and er, I... think I could help? Like my friends and I know lots about Phantom… My parents don’t know about it but I can show you where I, uh, where the ghosts go. When he catches them I mean. Except they’re also there whenever they aren’t in Amity so I guess then too, which would be most of the time then? but, uh.” Jack isn’t the only one in the family to ramble, but the blond man (Arthur?) is tapping his foot impatiently and giving him a look that reads ‘just get on with it’.

The blue haired girl, who he still doesn’t know the name of, looks suspicious, but they’ve followed worse leads before, and if this kid knew what he was talking about, well, it would certainly help…

Of their group Vivi is generally the one known to be impatient, not one for idling, nor interested in “just going over the transmission again, Vi, I swear it’ll only be like ten minutes, honest.” But right now Arthur is upset, and angry, and an upset, angry Arthur is a snappy Arthur, and also an Arthur that just wants this kid to get to the god damned point already so they can leave and keep looking for their missing teammate.

“Right, sorry. So, uh, come back to Fentonworks tonight at, like... eleven thirty maybe? Mom and Dad should be asleep by then so don’t ring the doorbell or anything, it would probably end up being the only time ever that they didn’t sleep like rocks, with how my luck tends to be…”

Before they can press for more information, he’s off like a shot, throwing a “sorryseeyagottagobye!” over his shoulder at the two. They may give chase, they may not, but he isn’t looking back to check. He’s never been great at lying, and if these guys are as actually experienced with ghosts as they say, their questions will likely be a lot harder to weasel his way out of. He’s not gonna chance being found out any sooner than he has to. So as he rounds a corner he flickers invisible, and sure enough the woman rounds the bend mere seconds later, pausing to catch her breath and swear (quite creatively, he must say) as she sees he’s disappeared.

Okay, he’s bought himself some time to fix this, he just has to make a few calls…

Luckily, he’d only tossed the disoriented skeleton through the portal, not dumped him further in like he’d started doing with some of his more... annoying enemies. He shouldn’t be that hard to find.

(famous last words.)

Eleven on the dot finds the remaining Mystery Skulls standing beneath the gaudy neon lights of the Fenton household. At her side, Vivi clutches a bag housing their remaining spirit, heavily warded with every spell in the book (and some others besides). If Phantom tried to take their deadbeat too, he would have to fight them for it, and they were taking absolutely no chances.

The research they’d done in the meantime hadn’t make their moods any lighter. Video after video of Phantom showcased his fighting abilities and power, spectacular battles around the city that left buildings in shambles and craters in their wake. But from a myriad of soundbites they managed to salvage, they’d pieced together that after the fights Phantom took his captured opponents to a place known as the “Ghost Zone”. Further searching pulled up dozens of local reports on the place, from an incident apparently stranding part of the town there a few years prior. While witness accounts ranged wildly, the common threads marked it as huge, green, and swarming with aggressive ghosts. And looking back at some of the opponents in those fights, however strong Lewis might be his chances weren’t looking good. At all.

Sam and Tucker round the corner to see two strange figures clustered on the sidewalk ahead. Their hands reflexively dart to their weapons, before connecting Danny’s descriptions to the group ahead, along with what was probably their dog. Damn, they were early then. Hopefully Danny was actually ready and not just doing something stupi-oh who were they kidding he was always doing something stupid.

They haven’t moved twenty feet before the dog growls, and the two humans whip around to stare at them. (So much for sneaking past and kicking Danny’s butt into gear, then.) Seeing as they’ve been spotted already, the teens close the remaining distance with quick strides.

The blue haired woman is the first to speak when they reach the house, suspicion not quite covering up the worry in her voice.

“And who might you two be, then?”

Sam thinks for a moment, then decides, fuck it, they’re going to learn soon anyway, might as well go with the (partial, at least) truth.

“I’m Sam, this is Tucker. We’re here to help Danny find your ghost since he’s a horrible driver who couldn't move straight to save his life. And for backup since, well, he can hardly go five minutes without getting into some kind of trouble.”

they get a grunt in acknowledgement from the blond, but it's otherwise silent for the few minutes they spend waiting for the door to open.

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greengreengreen EVERYWHERE, no ground beneath your feet to stop you falling, falling... the space scattered with thousands of pointed rocks and green fog twisting through them... and if this is Arthur's reaction, Lewis is even worse off. and he's been stuck here not for minutes, but hours, days. reliving his death over and over, no reprieve from the constant memories. the team is so focused on Arthur's reaction it's not until mystery renders him unconscious they turn to vivi. standing stock still, unfocused eyes staring unblinking out the window, trembling with near invisible tears trailing down her face. because her boys aren't the only ones with memories of the cave, and while she may be the "strong" one of the group, when it comes to reminders of that night her ptsd is no less real. there you are dipstick! I've been looking all over for you! not now, ember, get out of the way. can't you see I'm busy? not until you tell me why you thought it was a good idea to toss a spirit into the ghost zone. are you completely mental? huh? don't play dumb with me, not even you wouldn't be able to tell. he looks nothing like a ghost! it's all we've been able to do by keeping guard, none of us can even get close to the guy with the state he's in! what are you even talking about-! vivi shoves his head away from the glass, calling out to the flaming musician. yell at him later, tell us where Lewis is now! ember looks down at the new human, sizing her up before nodding, gliding away. I still don't get it, what was she even going on about? I mean yeah, I shouldn't have tossed the guy in here, but the rest of that? what did that even mean? I believe I may be able to explain, a voice calls from the back, and all three kids jerks their heads around to stare at the (talking!) dog. (what the hell?) sam nearly crashes the speeder into an island before she collects herself enough to glance back at the window. ignoring their reactions, mystery continues to speak from his place in Arthur's lap, the mechanic petting him robotically (heh.). I didn't recognize it at first from the descriptions, but now I'm here I can tell this ghost zone, as you put it, is one part of the realm of the dead. the place we just left, your real world, is the realm of the living. ghosts, at least the ones that you know, are formed and exist in this dead realm. it's where they draw their energy from, regardless of whatever focus or reason they have for their being. a ghost that spends too long in the human world would begin to break down, the very reality chipping away at them piece by piece. similarly, a human spending too long unprotected in the ghosts world would suffer similar effects, their body fighting against what knows they should not be there. that's why, for instance, demons must be summoned from their own realm and strike deals with humans to stay on that plain. he looks straight at Danny beings that have rights, as it were, to both places may come and go as they please with no ill effects. i, for instance, may pass through both living and yokai realms if I were to so choose.

[anchor is physical, ties to world]

as for how this relates back to the idea of realms, well, the lower the power of an entity the easier it is to be torn apart... he pauses at Vivi's sudden realization, dashing to the forgotten bag on the seat. tearing open the pouch, she lets out a quiet 'oh thank the gods' as a tiny pink head pops out, chirping in concern. it winds its way into Vivi's arms, nuzzling her cheek. the woman looks at mystery, hoping that protection he had talked about was working on the deadbeat too. he nodded, as long as they were to stay in this vehicle, they'd probably be safe from harm. probably. I'd also suggest arthur stay too, even if he wasn't already... compromised, he looked over to the teens, still listening closely. suffice to say the scenery would certainly not be good for him. and for him to be the first thing Lewis sees after such an episode, arthur stiffens and the dog looks up at him sadly, even if he knows rationally it's not the you he thinks it is, he won't be in his right mind... it's gonna be okay, arthur. vivi settles beside the blond and leans against him, careful not to squish the spirit nestled in her arms. it'll just be like those first few weeks with the dreams. which i mean isn't ideal, obviously, but we've survived it once already, we can do it again if we have to. and it's not like before where he'd been alone for a year, it's really only been, what, a few hours, a day? um, actually... the trio (plus one) looks up, having already forgotten they weren't alone in the vehicle. i, uh, so that whole thing with different realities your, uh, dog? was talking about? heh, yeah, so... funny thing about the zone is, um. time goes differently in here. so like, an hour here is only a few minutes in the real, or, erm, living world... vivi completed the kids thought ...and a few hours on our side would be... days... oh gods no, Lewis. Danny flinches, another shot of guilt stabbing his conscience. ugh, of all the ghosts (or, er, spirits?) he could have snagged yesterday it had to have been this one. the only ghost in the whole town that couldn't live (unlive?) in the zone and was apparently afraid of the color green. just perfect. good Phantom, best hero. the speeder slows as ember approaches a group of ghosts, floating in a protective circle around an island about the size of a small house. they turn to glare at the vehicle, but at ember’s dismissive wave, part to let the craft land. as soon as the door opens a blue blur shoots out, followed closely by a smaller white figure and finally the ghost child. the sight of Lewis when they finally reach him is horrible. he'd flown blindly until he found a larger rock to land on, one with a sort of raised wall on one side to keep his back to. images from the cave played out in a high definition loop before him, even curled on the ground he could still feel himself falling, falling...

now his hands are digging into the flesh around his eyes, still desperately begging the images away. even scrunched into a ball the gaping hole that is his chest is obvious, the constant trembling and whimpers only adding to the gory display. his heart, golden and whole before, has gone pitch black, more cracks than actual pieces at this point and only held together by the strange atmosphere of the zone. the same atmosphere doing a number on the rest of him, draining his power to dangerous lows. they can see the rock behind him, and not just through the bloody window in his chest. it's been so much longer for him, even without the flashbacks draining him at this point he'd still be pretty bad off. he feels like he's been left to rot, abandoned for days, months, years, only his mind for company. maybe karma has finally caught him up and dragged him to hell, just like he must deserve for what he's done. what else would this place be for, catered so perfectly to his failures? he doesn't know how long it's been, only that he's so, so tired. even the agonizing pain in his chest has faded, his whole body numb. cold. who is he? he can't remember, his mind is too foggy. where is he? he shouldn't be here. why? this place is... bad. green. green makes bad things happen. the green had laughed. not-green had been hurt. when? who was green? why? (Lewis!) L..ew...is? something about it sounds familiar. like purple and pink and warm and happy. but… no. Lewis is black and white and cold cold cold. like him. is he him? he can't tell what his color is. was. are? something is touching him. it moves the dark away and he sees blue. blue... what is blue's name again? it says something, but all he hears is static. he can't move and blue is raining. no, that's not right. blue is happy and smiles and love, not sad, never sad, why is blue sad?

his last coherent thought, before finally fading out, is please don't be sad, blue. as vivi reaches the collapsed spirit, her fear of losing Lewis again somehow worsens. she knows what lengths Lewis would go to before using this form, and that she can see straight through him means his energy is even lower than she'd feared. grabbing a wrist she pries a hand from his eyes, only for the revealed pupil to be a dull and cloudy purple. there's no sign of recognition, though she hopes some of her panicked rambling is making it through the haze. a whimper at her side draws Vivi's attention to mystery, worriedly sniffing the abused and battered locket, which looks like it's one small breath away from crumbling completely. "we need to get him inside and home, now." she doesn't have to look to see mystery shifting, the gasp behind them is enough. the kitsune can take care of Lewis, she needs to focus on his anchor. unwinding her scarf, she makes use of the wonky gravity to wrap it around the locket, both preserving its shape and making sure pieces can't fall out when she moves it. with her part done and mystery gathering Lewis in his tails, vivi grabs the delicate package and hurries back to the waiting craft. she shivers as the static feeling of the speeder's shield passes over her, but it's a small price to pay to keep everyone safe. not from the ghosts, who she really needs to thank now she thinks about it, but the reality itself.

they kept to watching the last stranger still in the back of the vehicle. well, stranger plus the weird… pink... thing.

#dp/msa #mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls #danny phantom #wip #VERY wip :')#so wip it's not even funny please know that going into this #answrs writes #mine

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copperbora · 8 months

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For some reason I've been procrastinating about posting a life update here. 😅 Beware... plenty of angst below.

- On August 2nd my mom passed away in hospice at the age of 61 after tenaciously battling her rare and virulent cancer for eighteen years. I'm really hurting. Grieving is exhausting and I miss her so dearly; part of me is still waiting for her to come home. I wrote her obituary. No amount of knowing for months that her death was coming has made this wretched experience at all easier. I cropped my hair in grief; I hate when people complement me on it. I think that it's the same brand of insensitive as complementing a cancer patient's bald head.

- Before my mom passed I started a marine aquarium as a form of self care; it's doing pretty great with only one known livestock casualty so far. (I have no idea what the hell my smaller cleanup crew members are doing most of the time as my little reef(-to-be) has very extensive rockwork and cave habitat.) I did lose my skunk cleaner shrimp, Jacques. I only have two fish right now.

- I haven't done much writing, so no updates on any of my fics. I miss them.

- I am working on completely relaunching and rebranding my shop and having a serious go at making it a career. I can still draw while very depressed and grieving.

- I learned today that perpetual loneliness is as physically harmful as smoking fifteen cigarettes a day. So I am slowly dying of loneliness; this explains a lot why my doctor insists every visit that I need to get a dog. I wish that my dad understood; I wish that I didn't need to care about his opinion but he's my housemate, kin, and landlord. He doesn't get mental health at all. He said he was worried about me falling into a deep depression the other day, apparently somehow unaware that I have been deeply depressed already for years which felt so invalidating. And of course we are grieving too. I feel helpless.

- My finances are shit; I barely have my nose above water.

- We're currently under threat from nearby catastrophic wildfires. Fun times. I just love breathing toxic wildfire smoke smog, don't you? * sarcasm * It's preventing us from doing healthy grieving stuff like hiking and attempting to enjoy these dregs of summer, living again after the horror we've suffered in watching my mom slowly die three decades before her time.

- I found the new Backroads Mapbook app and good grief I can spend spend hours on it. If you're in Canada and you like exploring our land seriously go download it, it's really fun (although also sad right now for me because: wildfires.)

At least Casper is permanently cute.

#life update #my mom died #angst #depression #grieving

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 1 year

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adelle x paul: if you think i'm going to kiss you now, you've got another thing coming.

He knows he doesn't exactly look his best, but on the other hand, he doesn't exactly care. Maybe his tie looks a bit mangled (he's always been hopeless with them), and his sleeves aren't buttoned, but given that the lovely lady on his arm this evening will be none other than Adelle DeWitt, he isn't really worried about impressions.

(How does he get himself into these situations?)

The door clicks open, and the woman herself steps through. She pauses, looking him up and down, and crosses the room without hesitation. With sure hands, she sets to work untangling the knot he's twisted his tie into.

She looks.... Well, he's not blind. He can admit that she's gorgeous, at least to himself. A power-hungry supervillain, sure (at least he once thought she was; now, the lines keep blurring, and he's gotten so many glimpses of a woman that almost seems to care that he doesn't quite know what to do), but a gorgeous one. And unlike him, she's gotten every detail perfect: every curl in place, every button done.

Adelle DeWitt is dressed to the nines, currently really, really close, fixing his tie with the familiarity of a longtime wife. Can his day get any more surreal?

"If you think I'm going to kiss you now, you've got another thing coming," he says, mostly to distract himself.

"I'll try to contain my crushing disappointment," she replies absently, releasing his tie and moving onto his collar. Apparently it's not folded over properly, because she sets to work doing just that.

"Seriously, what are you doing?"

"I have a reputation to maintain. And that means, Mr. Ballard, that for the next few hours..." She lets go of his collar, and reaches for his left sleeve, setting to work on the button. "So do you."

He doesn't really have a witty response to that, so he just waits for her to finish, then holds out his right hand. It's only when her brow arches up-just slightly-that he realizes that he's actually playing along.

She doesn't comment, though, just buttons the sleeve, her warm fingers brushing his wrist in the process.

"Tell me something: would you stop me?"

"Stop you?" That's kind of the plan, he thinks. But he's pretty sure that's not what she means.

"If I tried to kiss you now." She lifts her head to look at him, and her expression gives absolutely nothing away except perhaps the barest hint of curiosity. "Would you stop me?"

That should be an easy question. Once upon a time, it would have been, and it still should be, but... But she's still standing really close, and she's still stunning, and with every passing day the rules seem to be blurring more. "I-"

Footsteps cut him off; someone is headed their way. She releases him, and though she doesn't allow herself something as petty as a smirk, her shoulders straighten, and there's a pleased spark in her eye.

Topher bursts in, bouncing on his feet, completely unaware of what he's just interrupted (in fairness, Paul isn't really sure what just happened either). "Okay, I've got two wires, ready to go. For you-" He gives DeWitt a sparkling watch. "And for you..."

A thick, black-framed pair of glasses. Seriously? Paul hasn't worn glasses since the fifth grade. Still, a job's a job. He goes to take them, but DeWitt's faster, taking the glasses from Topher and turning to face Paul.

She's quick as she places them on his face, and precise; she doesn't linger, doesn't let her hand brush his cheek or anything like that. It's over before he knows what's happened.

"There, now," she says softly. "You look perfectly suitable."

"Of course he does! I designed the glasses myself!"

The corners of DeWitt's lips twitch, just the faintest display of fondness, but Paul knows it isn't an accident that he's seen it. She's letting him see it, and he's not really sure why.

Looks good on her, though.

"And how do I look?" She asks him, and he knows this is a test, poking him with a stick to see how he'll respond. Know thine enemy, and all that. He could give some scathing retort, a poor attempt to cover for his earlier speechlessness. Or he could give some clever wordplay, say that she looks killer, or something along those lines (that is, he suspects, what she wants). Or...

"You look gorgeous." It's hard to say, hard to admit, but by the way her eyes widen-just slightly, almost imperceptibly-he's actually caught her off guard for once, and that almost makes it worth it.

"Well, thank you." After a beat, she smiles, and it's nothing short of dangerous. " Shall we?"

"We shall."

#pls know that topher is. absolutely still standing there. with almost visible question marks floating above his head #adelle dewitt #paul ballard #the dollhouse #dollhouse #my fics #my writing #mine #answered #thanks for the ask!#lattes of love #i should be sleeping but this prompt inspired me so much i stayed up late to write it asap #sleeby time now

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mistress-alexandria · 1 year

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“What does she want, then? Her titles back? Money or the crown? Revenge?” Because no Maxson ever sought out the rest of their family because they simply wanted to belong — well, no one except her.

They were speaking of Violet, the newest Maxson to magically come crawling out of the woodwork.

Ryan: He sipped his water again, turning to Alexandria “ His siblings unfortunately passed in their old age, and the only one who survived are their granddaughters they have survived with no family, no inheritance. Freeze has decided to try to make amends and invited one back. One apparently has been here all along, Fatima invited her and she was a handmaiden to her. But Violet “ he lifted the letter “ Violet, he is asking be given a title, as head of the family. “ he rubbed his knuckles together, thinking over it. “ He has a higher rank, than I do. As long as he is presently roaming, he is still head of the family himself. I want, to continue to support you in that role, but I also know because of my failures of reaching out to you, and teaching our customs and knowledge, I know this might hurt you. So, my proposal will be to give the information to your brother, and allow, per custom for him to make the final decision, on who will be the head, and seeing if possible that role can be shared. “ It seems like she desires a purpose.. nothing else. But, as much as freeze is not a good man. He also is very careful..and has always had his reasons. So I think it’s best moving forward we keep away from Ashlynn until we know more information.”

Alex: Alex wanted very much to roll her eyes at the caution about Ashlynn given her meeting with Brennen just hours before. That ship had already sailed far away. But she wasn’t going to tell Ryan that. “I would think that this Violet would be just as unaware of traditions and customs as I am given she didn’t grow up here either, so my lack of historical experience doesn’t really matter here.” She pointed out, a dangerous bite in her tone. “And given we know nothing of her, immediately making her Head if this family is the stupidest course of action.” Ah, there the bluntness was again. “You asked me to take on that roll because I’m not like the rest of this family, and perhaps she is the same, but only time will tell, so this isn’t a decision that should be made quickly or without proper information gathered.” Which is exactly what Caspian would do. He’d make a decision instantly without discovering who this woman was and where her moral compass pointed. Or what agendas she might have. “I would consider sharing it, if she proves herself to be what this family needs. But if I’m stripped of the title completely and made to obey her, then I’m telling you right now, I will leave Snow Mystic of my own choosing.” She was deadly serious. “I’ve gone through hell. I’ve done the work. No one else is telling me how to live my life or how Fallon is going to live her’s.” She had dropped Maxson from her name before, and she’d do it again. She’d do anything to protect her daughter from danger — including her own family.

Ryan: “ Alexandria” he raised his hand “ breathe, your winding up again, I can feel all of your emotions through the wall. I am here to let you know the information, and I am perfectly aware no matter what situation unfolds exactly what you will do, as my dying wish I passed the role from myself to you, as I said because he is roaming around the role is stripped from both of us, it’s important that he, and I, return to what was once.” He was already stressed about the meeting with Morgan, Alexandria full emotions was not something he could handle. “ We have no idea the education she received, she might be clueless, she might know more than she leads. But, since you are going to be married and already have a child, than please allow me to inform you you would be except from being told what to do, that’s part of the rules. It’s important though, you understand as part of the family you would be required to attend family meetings. I think you and I, will go over the exact rules later “ His eyebrows raised up high “ and, if im understanding correctly that was one of the benefits Henry chose to live in The Blackwood isles, your child would be exempt, and the only person who would have command over Henry, is Luca. It’s his region, you will have to obey Luca rules. I have faith your brother will make the right decision. I know you are coming from a place of anger and frustration, but I am asking you to have faith, and if you feel you can not trust your brother word, perhaps you need to talk to Henry before the wedding. I will be gone some day.. all you have left here is your siblings and I can not express to you the important of Caspian, Teagan and Harper. It’s up to you, and it’s up to them how you live.”

Alex: Damn straight she was angry, and she had every right to be. Complete strangers seemed to get more respect and consideration than she did, and she was tired of it. Gathering Fallon up into her arms, she rose to her feet, looking down at where Ryan sat. “I’m sorry, but I lost faith in this family a long time ago. Too much is broken and needs to be changed before we can be an actual family instead of a group of individuals who happen to be related. Restoring my faith in this family will take time.” Years, probably. Teagan was the one she felt the closest with, and they had hated each other before. Teagan likely felt the same way she did because they wanted her to give up on her child and move on. Having her own child — being a mother, Alex knew that was the worst thing to ask a woman to do. “Caspian hasn’t yet earned my trust. He’s still learning how to be a brother while still being a king, but I don’t feel comfortable entrusting my daughter’s fate or my own to him right now.” Not after the entire mess that happened on the way here to Blackwood. Caspian still had a lot to learn. “Attending meetings I am well aware of. I had already planned to do so, which is another reason we chose Aura over living in Barley or Ithilian.” Moving away entirely had certainly been an option, and still was, apparently. “Not knowing anything about her is exactly why the decision shouldn’t be made immediately.” Exactly what she had just said, no? “Caspian is not known for being level headed or logical. You and I both know that.” Hence why she didn’t trust him with this at all. “Once the decision is put in his hands he’s make it without taking the time to get to know this cousin or what she really wants from us.” Because no one came here wanting nothing than to belong. That wasn’t how the Maxson’s worked. “But you are right about one thing. I am angry, and I am frustrated. I’m tired of being a part of a family that doesn’t value me. I have titles that mean absolutely nothing to these people. I speak and no one listens.” Because the same things continued to happen over and over again. The vicious cycle that no one could break. “The four of us, we need to learn how to live and work together. Earn one another’s trust. Until then we won’t be a family. Not like we should be.”

Ryan: The nurse moved to his side, seeing how overwhelmed he was getting, as he patted her hand “ She can say what she needs to say” he answered watching as she picked her child and let out years of her anger and frustration “ I should leave you.. you can keep my cottage” he moved to stand up. “ I am sorry .. I shouldn’t have come back.” With the help of the nurse, the door was pushed open for him, as he weakly pointed to the wooden box. The nurse opened it revealing a veil “ Henry explained to me he plans to cut it for other purposes. “ the nurse would close the box, carrying it out the door. “ I have faith, someday things will be okay for you. Im sorry I am not the father you wanted. I see that nothing I can do or say, can help this situation. Your mother should walk you down the aisle, not me. That’s the person who raised you, and stood by you. “ he was handled his cane, as he moved out the door, wobbling, as he stood outside breathing in the cold air. She, was still the hardest child to be around her bluntness, her truth was overbearing, and difficult to swallow. He was sad to see how much time had passed and how she still looked at him the exact same way. Giving her this important title was his way of making amends, but seeing her anger flash out at him, knowing it wouldn’t be long until he was back in the dirt again, broke his heart. He had individual relationship with each of his children and it saddens him how torn they were with each other. He wobbled to the bench outside, trying to catch his breathe.

Alex: Of course he would run away. He was just as bad as Caspian was. Like father like son. “No, you shouldn’t have come back expecting that everything would be okay. Expecting all of us to be one big, happy family. Because we were never shown what that was supposed to look like.” The Maxsons had never been that, it seemed it started from the very beginning. The family had always been broken, from generation to generation. And no one had figured out how to mend it yet. None of them had been raised to be capable of mending the rift that had begun long before they were even born. They could learn…but that took time, patience, and trust. Two of those things were always in short supply. The other they had plenty of, but probably wouldn’t use wisely. “And because of your choices there was a lot I never got to say to you. Plenty of anger that I’ve held onto for years. Hatred that you seemed to be more a king than a father. Never finding a good balance. That you gave up your life for Harper but you wouldn’t give up your pride for me.” Harper he died for, but he couldn’t have made a far less lethal decision where her banishment was concerned. He chose to do that. Just as he could have chosen not to. That distinction spoke volumes. His decisions helped to foster the breaks between his children. If only he could see that for what it was. “If you so choose, come to my wedding, but that is going to be your decision. Not mine.” Time to see if he would even try to do better with his extra time. Because it didn’t seem like it yet. Shifting Fallon on her hip, she strode away from the cottage to go find Henry and Melody.

Malina: Malina followed behind, pausing to eye him. “Running away won’t solve anyone’s problems, Ryan. Least of all your own. Your children have things they need to get off their chest. Things they didn’t get to say before, Alexandria most of all. She wasn’t here. She didn’t get the extra time the others did. You need to show them what a family is supposed to be. Be their Father equally and without bias. You don’t have a crown on your head anymore, so you’re free to do that, but it also means dealing with everything that being a father comes with. Emotions especially.” She flashed him a supportive smile, then followed after Alexandria back into the night.

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