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singsangseung · 1 month
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Smile For the Camera
Hi pookies! I am so sorry this fic is coming out late,I have been so slammed with work – due to me working second shift(booo) and just life :( But, I am still here to deliver another installment of my valentine’s day collab! I LOVE seungmin and this idea has been sitting heavily in my mind for so long. (sorry for any typos or grammatical errors, but nevertheless enjoy!)
Pairing: Seungmin x Fem!reader 
Summary: Photobooth sex….i don’t know what else to say honestly LMAO 
Warnings:public sex( in a photobooth), dirty talk, fem!reader, unprotected sex(don't be silly wrap your willy), cumming inside(don’t!!!!), forced close proximity, established relationship, italicized texts indicate flashbacks/ the past, exhibitionism,  rough sex( i don’t know),fingering, reader is referred to as pup/puppy(pet!play) 
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For as long as you and Seungmin have been a couple, you have been fiends for a good photo booth. Any time that either one of you happened to spot one while out in the world, you had to take a picture. Sometimes the pictures were posed, some of them candid snaps of your relationship. 
Smiles. Frowns. Pouts. Kisses, peace signs. 
You two loved photo booths.
 There was just something so nostalgic of sitting in that crammed booth, behind the curtain, the countdown on the screen, getting to capture sweet moments only the two of you would know about. It made you and Seungmin feel like two high school sweethearts. And each time you would look at your past strips of pictures, it only brought smiles to your faces. Recalling the sweet endearing memories in your mind. 
Your favorite strip of pictures came from your first date. The first picture of the two of you sat side by side as you simply smiled. Second was you placing a kiss on his cheek. The third is a picture of him kissing your cheek. Fourth was you two making a joined finger heart in front of you and lastly was your first kiss. 
 You could recall the whole day so clearly and easily. 
Your first date. Seungmin picked you up at 4:30pm to take you to Lotte World. The whole day was so fun. Holding hands, sharing the greasy treats as you blissfully walked around the amusement park. “Oh! Oh, seung! A photo booth, we need to take pictures,” you gleefully exclaimed as you tapped his arm and bounced on the balls of your feet in pure joy. “Okay, okay. Let’s go, cutie.” he smiled down at you, before you dragged him to the photo booth.
After inserting your token game card, you pulled him to sit beside you. Looking at him, with a smile on your face, you giggled and scooched closer to him in the already small booth. “What should we do?!” you posed, as the automated voice of the camera began its countdown to your first picture.  “Um, smile?” He teetered back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, a little nervously. Laughing, you leaned into him as you both shared a smile at one another before the camera click.
3. 2. 1. Click
One down, four to go. “What next, cutie?” he asked, playfully squeezing you to his side. 5.4.3.2…. Then you were kissing his cheek. Blushing, he made a slightly shocked face as the camera shutter went off and a blush rose on his ears, neck and cheeks. “I- was that okay? Sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” you rambled out, a matching blush rising on your cheeks. “N-no! It was okay, I promise! I-i liked it!”Seungmin smiled at you, neither  of you hearing the next countdown. 
“I have an idea for the next one,” he smiled as he saw the countdown on the screen. “What is it?” You smiled, carefully swinging your legs across his lap. 3.2.1. Then, he was kissing your cheek. Oh. oh, you liked that, you thought to yourself. His lips were soft. Smiling, you blushed and covered your face. “What’s got you so shy, cutie?” he panned, pulling your hands away from your face. You were so cute, the thought in his head. “Nothing! I- good idea,” you blushed and giggled, booping his nose. “Agreed, it was a pretty good idea, huh, cutie?” Seungmin teased. “Yes, now the next picture. Finger hearts?” You pondered, looking at him with shiny happy eyes. 
“Sounds good,” Seungmin answered. Turning towards the camera, you held your hand up in front of you. Your left index and middle finger forming half the heart and a bright smile on your face;still holding a light blush on your cheeks. “Min,hurry,” you whined. Chuckled, he used his right index and middle finger to complete your heart. “Okay,aish.” He chided, before letting a smile grace his own face as the camera went off again.
You had one more picture left.
Seungmin had been wanting to kiss you all day. But, he could never find the right moment to. And if this wasn’t the perfect opportunity yelling at him to kiss you, he;d be a fool. The perfect opportunity to kiss you was being handed to him on a silver platter. Ever since you two had gotten to the amusement park, he had been waiting for a good time to kiss you. Your lips looked so soft and  shiny from your gloss. Was it flavored? What flavor would it be? Strawberry? Cotton candy? He wanted to find out.
Now, now he was going to kiss you and if he didn’t….well, he hoped you would kiss him. As long as he got to feel your lips on his, he would be happy. Bashfully looking up at him through your lashes, you smiled. “What should we do? There’s not that lon-” you tried to get out, your eyes flittering from his eyes to his lips. Gently, he cupped your jaw in his hand, his eyes fluttering shut and his lips were on yours. 
It felt so nice. Your lips tasted like strawberry gloss, soft as clouds and pink like a bunny’s tongue. So caught up in the kiss–your first kiss– neither you nor Seungmin had registered the shutter of the camera going off. Smiling against your lips, Seungmin placed a few more pecks, before he was pulling away. “Was that okay?” the whispered hushed words came from his lips, blushing softly. 
Nodding, you reached to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind his ear.”Mhm, was more than okay,” you blushed,a gentle smile on your pretty lips. “Can-can we do it again,” you wondered aloud, “I liked it….a lot.” of course. That first kiss wasn;t enough for him. So, cupping your cheeks, he closed his eyes and pulled you in for a kiss. 
It was slightly more passionate, compared to the mere press of your lips on one anothers in the picture. Now, your lips were intertwined,locked,slotted together. A gentle push and pull rhythm as you sighed against his lips and slotted your hands around his neck. Sadly, the moment had to come to an end. Pecking your lips, he pulled back and smiled. “Hi,”He whispered, smoothing your hair. “Hi, minnie.”
Sliding out of the booth, you gathered the two strips of pictures– one for each of you, of course– and examined the pictures. They were cute. You and Seungmin were cute. “Aw, look at us, cutie,”he tickled your side, his arm winding around your waist. “Mhm, we look pretty cute,”you giggled out, leaning to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.”Very cute, this,” he waved his strip of pictures,”Is going to stay with me forever.” playfully, you pinched his side. “It better.”
That, now, was 3 years ago. And ever since, you have become obsessed with photobooths. Going as far as to rent one for birthdays and holidays. Whenever there was a photobooth, it was guaranteed that you and Seungmin would pay the fee, climb in the booth and get your pictures. 
It has also become your anniversary tradition to go to Lotte world and recreate your first date photo booth pictures. So, now you had 3 years of the same pictures, the only things that changed was your hair and outfits. You recreated the same poses, wore the same happy smiles, and sat in the same booth in the same position as you had done that day 4 years ago. Your legs over his lap and his arm around your shoulders.
 That’s what brought you to the present.
Your 4 year anniversary. Lotte World. Holding hands, exchanging kisses, sharing food and sweet treats. You had been at the park for a few hours having decided to go at a later hour of the day, reliving and reminiscing on the memories you made in the prior years. “Remember how we shared a funnel cake, honey?” Seungmin asked, ask you two stood in line to get that same funnel cake. “It was so good, no wonder we get it every year we come here, bubs.” You giggled, nestling into his side as you gently rubbed his stomach. “It may be sweet but not as sweet as you, my love.” he giggled, as you slowly approached the counter. “So corny, you are, bub.” you pinched his side and snorted.
Once Seungmin paid for the funnel cake and you two had sat at an empty table, you giggled as you fed each other. “Oops, you have a bit of whipped cream on your lips, bub,” he cooed, leaning to peck your lips to rid you of the sweet airy treat. “Got it, bub.” He smiled, as you rolled your eyes. He could be so corny and cheesy sometimes, but it was a side of him that only you knew. “Thank you, bubby.” You snickered, feeding him another bite of the fried dough to him. 
Hours passed, you went on rides, ate more food, took breaks to sit down, snapped cutesy pictures together or of one another. The thought of your annual anniversary tradition of the photo booth had never left your mind. It was always your favorite part of going to the park. Being able to have a physical remembrance of your special day and the memories you two made. Sure, it was cheesy, but you loved being able to pull the glossy strip of pictures out and remember those moments. 
“It’s getting close to photo booth time , baby,” Seungmin teased you, swinging your intertwined hands between you. Oh, you knew. You could never forget. I mean, how could you? It was a sweet and endearing reminder of your first date, your first kiss and how much you and seungmin have been together and in love. “I know, bubby.”
Luckily, the park wasn’t too crowded that day, or the people were just gathered in other areas of the park. Whether it was rides, or food or games to win a prize. They just weren’t gathered near the photo booth. Seungmin,internally, was grateful that he had more space around the booth. For he had a sinister little idea plotting and brewing in his pretty head. 
Fuck you.in the photo booth.
Pulling your hand towards his mouth, he placed a loving kiss to the back as he guided the pair of you towards the booth. It still looked the same. Dark blue, the words ‘Photo booth’ printed in a large font over the side, photoshopped images of couples snapping silly pictures and the ‘₩2670’ price. The curtain looked the same; white with blue stripes. Slightly tattered from years of use. But, nevertheless the same. 
It always brought back a rush of memories.
Smiling, you watched as Seungmin swiped his game card and pulled you past the curtain and onto his lap. “I paid for two strips, bubs. One of our anniversary tradition pictures,” he stated. “And for the second one?” you asked, slightly confused.”It’s a surprise. I don’t want to give it away,though.He winked at you before starting the timer. “Assume position, bub.”
Akin to the last 3 years, you sat across his lap with his arm around your shoulders. Recreating the poses was second nature, for you two. And you loved recreating them, knowing it added to the ever growing collection of photo booth strips you acquired over the years. 
 Just you two smiling. It was simple, yet effective. Conveying the joy you two felt. “Smiiiileeeeee,bub.” Seungmin cooed at you, as you pinched his side. “I knowwww, remembered how we did this last year and the year before -” you whined as you smiled at the camera. “Yes I do, I remember very well, actually.” he chided back, nonetheless wearing an equally love and joy filled smile on his face. 
Flash. Click.
Onto the second picture. Kissing his cheek. Something you have done millions of times over the past 4 years of your relationship. “You ready for these lips?” You poked at him, puckering your freshly glossed lips. “Oh yeahhhh. Always baby. Lay it on me,” he smirked, as the countdown voiced with its automated voice. With a smile, you leaned in and connected your lips with his cheek. Mwah. the smacking sound of your lips echoed through the small booth, as the camera shutter sounded.
“You ready for my lips,” he teased, with  a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Eh, I don’t know, minnie,” you joked, sticking your tongue out. “Wooooow. That’s not what you say in bed-” he jeered, as you deadpan stared at him,your cheeks flushing strawberry pink. “Can you not talk about our sex life in public, dawg?” You whined as he pulled you closer into his side. “Embarrassed, cutie? I’d say our sex life is pretty goo-” he emphasized the last words before you were smacking a hand over his mouth. “Aigoo! Anyone could have heard that! Children could have heard that. Do you want JYP to scold you, again?”
Ah, he could remember getting scolded the first time. Then the second..and third..and fourth. One for him announcing your relationship without having discussed with him before. The second time because you were caught kissing and dispatch had made a whole article about it. 
‘Kim Seungmin of Stray Kids Seen Kissing His Girlfriend at the Han RIver.’ that was a good one, seungmin had thought to himself. In all honesty, he didn’t care that your relationship was out and open. You were comfortable with it and he liked being able to be with you and affectionate in the wild. Sorry Stays.
Gasping, he pressed his lips against your cheek. “Dawg? Who are you calling dawg, madame?” He mumbled against your cheek, as the shutter went off. “You, meong meong,” you smiled, a laugh escaping your lips. “Oh shush, you goober.” Seungmin mocked you as he gently cupped your cheek, in the same fashion he did all those years ago, and brushed his nose on yours. “Hi,” He whispered, leaning closer towards your face.
Flickering your eyes between his eyes and lips, you smiled. “Hey, there,handsome.” You cooed, hearing the familiar automated voice. 
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Click, and a flash. In an instant, Seungmin captured your lips in a soft kiss. His lips slotted between your own, unlike how they were just pressed together in your first year picture. “Mmmm, you’re wearing that gloss,baby,” he breathed against your lips, his hands around your waist to pull you in a straddle on his lap. 
“Of course, it’s your favorite,” you mumbled, tangling your hands in his hair, “wore it the first time we kissed.” You melted against him, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. “Mhm, I know, baby.”  fuck him, he was already getting hard. He grunted, feeling you softly rock your hips against his own, causing blood to flow to his dick and harden him in his jeans. “We still have one more round of pictures to take,” he breathed, sliding his tongue in your mouth.
This time they would be a lot raunchier
Nodding, you rocked your hips,”uh huh. What did you have in mind, minnie?” You panted, feeling wetness pool in your panties. Pulling away from your lips, he sucked his earlobe into your mouth,”Gonna fuck you like this.,right here…right now.” he groaned the last part into your ear.
Whimpering, you pressed yourself more rapidly against his bulge.”Yeah? Gonna fuck me?Gonna take me in here while the camera’s going?” You cackled, angling your head to suck a bruise onto his neck. “Fuck yeah, going to wreck your pretty pussy,baby.” He goaded, tangling a hand into your hair and reaching the other to unbutton your jeans.
“Bet you’re drenched for me,yeah?Grinding against my fucking cock in public. If only everyone knew what a dirty little girl you are. My dirty little girl. Just a little puppy who always wants to play.” the words reverberated and echoed through the booth. His voice an octave lower. You had always thought of fucking in the photo booth, but you never thought it would happen. Then again, so did he. 
Rolling your hips against his, you recanted into his ear. “Oh, I'm dirty? Who’s the one who started this whole scenario? Who’s the dirty one now, dawg?” You barked softly at him. “You were the one who pulled me on your lap and got hard. So, i think you’re the dirty puppy, Seung.” You chided, reaching your hand down to cup his hard dick over his boxers.
Hissing, he looked at you as his chest slightly heaved. “You didn’t stop me though. You’re just as dirty as me, pup.” He laughed venomously, shoving his hand into the front of your panties. “Just as I fucking thought, you’re drenched,” he smirked, running his middle and ring finger down your labia. 
Your breath hitched in your throat. “Seung fuck-” you creaked, rocking your hips onto his hand. “Look at you, all fucking desperate. Yet you tried to play me, as the dirty one.” He sneered, sinking his fingers in knuckle deep. “Oh! O-oh fuck!” You cried, throwing your head back, eyes pinched shut and lips open.
Flash. Picture one
“Yeah? Feel good, pup?I bet it does. Your walls are so warm and wet on my fingers.” Seungmin hotly whispered into your ear. Whining, you raised your hips before lowering them, causing Seungmin to cackle and fuck his fingers faster into you. “Calm down, pup. Let me give you what you need,” He cooed, a touch of sarcasm and a pinch of venom lingering in his voice. Faster, his fingers went. Smacking against your pubic mound. Still, you rocked your hips, frantically chasing your high.
Panting, you mewled and bounced on his fingers, humping his hand. “You really are a fucking puppy aren’t you? Fucking humping me, and panting like some bitch. Come on, I can tell you’re close. Cum aaalllllll over my fingers.” He scoffed at you, picking up his pace and pressing the palm of his hand against your clit. 
“Yes—hngggg– yes! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Please, minnie, gonna cum! Please can I cum?!’ The broken cries and wails vibrating the walls. You really hoped no one was around because, um, they were in for a surprise..
‘Kim Seungmin was caught having sex with his girlfriend in lotte world photo booth.’ you could see it now….but Seungmin probably wouldn’t care. In fact, he would probably laugh and just smirk about it, even if JYP was reprimanding him. Some snappy comeback, or rebuttal tumbling from his lips. “What can I say? We’re adventurous,” he would probably say something like that. Some smart ass remark.
Fucking his fingers faster into you, all you could his was your moaning and crying, the lewd wet smack of his hand against your cunt and his snide remarks. “Yes, puppy. Cum on my fingers,” He ridiculed, feeling the clench of your velvety walls on his fingers. “Know you’re close, pup. Come on now.” He tutted, feeling you bouncing against his fingers. “Promise, gonna cum soon!” You cried brokenly, fucking yourself against his hand faster. “A-almost there, minnie! Oh-oh fuck! Fuuuuuccck!” You gasped, the breath being ripped from your chest.
You saw nothing but whiteness, cloudlike almost? Did you die? From an orgasm? ”Gooood puppy. There you go, cum for minnie,” he taunted you, feeling the continuous clench and release of your walls and the stream of your cum. “Soaked my fingers so good, puppy. Take a look,” he ragged on, pulling his hand out of your pants to show you his hand now shiny in your cum.
“I-wow….” you blushed, your chest still heaving. Sucking his fingers into his mouth, Seungmin groaned. “Tastes so fucking good,too.” He gloated, licking his digits of every last drop of your cum, before lickint it off the palm of his hand. “Could drink your cum all day every day, pup.” He snickered, hoisting your hips up to pull your leggings and panties down.
“Oi, what are you doing?!” You rushed out, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “I;m going to fuck you….so i need your pretty pussy out.” He recanted, as he narrowed his eyes at you. He was serious?! “Are you out of your damn mind, Seungmin?! We could get caught!” You whisper yelled at him. If he was being truthful. He could hear nor process or care about any of the words you just threw at him. He said he was going to fuck you and he was going to follow through on his words.
So, in one ear and out the other your words went. 
Lighting his hips slightly, he pushed his own jeans and boxers down to his midthigh. Boing. His dick sprang up, hitting his abdomen. “What? Did you say something,pup?” He blinked at you, grabbing your hips to lower you to his cock. “Seungmin! Are so so fucking serious?!” You jabbed at him. 
However, at that moment all he cared about was getting his cock buried in your pussy. “Yep.” was all he replied, holding his shaft in his hand before lining it up with your entrance. “Seung, we can’t fuck in public!” “Puppy….you just rode my fingers, be so real.” He pointed out. Well, he had a point but fucking?! That was another level. “No!Put your dick away, they could see us! All that’s separating us from them is a cur-” you tried to ramble out before he was sinking you fully onto his cock.
Throwing his head back with a breathy groan, he smiled. “Fuuuuck,pup! Feel so good on me!” He bleated, as his eyes fluttered shut. “S-seung, no!” You tried to pull yourself away before he could do more. But, he wasn;t going to stop. 
Planting his feet on the  floor, he pulled your hips back onto his. “Fuck, come on, puppy.” Seungmin whined, starting to fuck up into you. It did feel good, you couldn’t lie.”But, we’re in pub-” you tittered back before he delivered a sharp thrust.
Oh, fuck it.
It felt too good. Hopefully, no one would walk past or worse….try to use the photo booth. Click. The camera snapped a shot of seungmin with his head thrown back and a groan escaping his lips. “Feel so good minnie,” you moaned, rocking yourself on his cock. “ know pup. Your cunt is so snug around my cock.” He grated, letting you ride him. 
“There we go, ride my cock like that. Such a good puppy,” he murmured. Rocking your hips against his, you dropped your head to his shoulder. “Hnnnng–fuck! So big, so deep! Minnie fuck!” You cried, rising and dropping your hips faster.
Shutter.
Your head in the crook of his neck, his arms on your hips and the top of your ass was all caught on the frame. “Yeah? Feel me so deep,pup?”You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he snapped his hips up into yours. “Y-yeah! Hhhnnnggg fuuuuuckkkk! I do! I do!” You mewled, as he held onto your hips firmly to piston in and out of you.
“Fuck! Turn around, pup, turn around,” he panted. Using his hands, he spun you to face the camera, his cock never leaving you. “Wh-huh?” You slurred, feeling drunk on his cock as you managed to sling an arm around his shoulders. “Fuck, legs up,puppy.” he whispered, more to himself, as he hooked your knees over his forearms. “Minnie, fuck! Move, please please please!”
Click. Picture three
“Careful what you ask for,pup,” he barked at you before pummeling his cock into you. If you weren’t cock drunk before, you sure as hell were now. “Hnnnng! Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck! So good, so so good,minnie!” You sobbed, your eyes closing as your senses became overwhelmed by pleasure. “Yeah? I know,pup. You feel so good around my cock,” he hummed into your ear.
Shutter. Picture four. Your head thrown back, his lips against the shell of your ear.
Your chest was heaving, sweaty and slightly blotchy. Crying, you gripped a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. 
“I-hhhnnngg-fuck! Right there!” Minnie right there!” you begged, feeling the nudge of his cockhead against your sensitive gummy spot. “Right here? Huh pup?” he asked, punctuating each word with a precise thrust that punched his cockhead into your g-spot. 
He was sweating and so were you. “Y-yes! Fuck yessss! Right right there! More! Want to cum,fuck!” You bawled, feeling your end coming soon. Letting one of his hands leave your hips, he grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a searing kiss. You were clenching around him so hard. It wouldn’t take you long to cum. “I know,pup. Can feel you clenching on my big dick. Going to give me another one?” He sniveled out, still bullying his cock into you, at an almost animalistic pace.
Weeping, you nodded vigorously and begged.”Yes!yes–hnnggg–yes! Going to cum again for you, minnie! I’m so close! PLeasepleaseplease!” You wept, your legs twitching in his firm hold. Oh, youwere so fucking close.  Holding on by a thread, by the skin of your teeth and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on. 
Fucking into you harder, Seungmin nodded. His own orggasm started to grow and claw at him. “Fuckfuckfuck! I’m close, too, pup.” He groaned, barreling into, so fast you could feel your body jostling from the force. “A-ah! Ah ah a, minnie! Gonna cum! Gonna fucking cum-fuck!” You spattered, your toes curling in your socks. “Come on, fuck. Come on, my good pup. Lemme breed you! I’m so close!” he groaned, holding your hips strongly, hard enough to leave bruises. 
Finally, you broke. Your dam broke and you collapsed onto his chest, as you were seized by your orgasm and ir demolished you. “Cu-cumming! Yes! Yesyesyesyes YES! Fuuuckkkkk!” You blabbered, coating Seungmin’s cock in a generous layer of your cum.
Pulling his lips against yours, you wailed. “Yeeeesss!Minnie fuck meeeee!”
That was what it took for his own orgasm to take a hold on him. Stilling his hips, his dick twitched before stalling and spurting genrous ropes of his cum into your walls. “Fuuuuuck! Yyyeaaaah, puppy! Take my cum.” He called out, the words being swallowed by your mouth. His cum filling you felt warm, and welcome. “Yeah yeah yeah, such a good puppy,” he barked into your mouth,holding your body against his.
Ding. the last picture, your orgasmic faces as you unraveled and used each other’s mouths as vessels to moan into.
Panting, he pulled your body flush against his and kissed your hair. “Fuck, that was intense,baby.” He chuckled, chest heaving as he wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead. Intense indeed. Collecting your breath, you nodded and felt your face. You were warm to the touch. almost like a fever. “Fuckng hell it was. But, if we got caught, I solely blame you.” You poked, smacking his thigh. “Oh come on. Don’t say you didn’t enjoy it cutie.” he joked, kissing your hair. “I didn’t say i didn’t enjoy it –because I DID– i just said if he got caught it’s your fault. “ You snickered back. “Okay but also your fault because you were loud.” 
“Me? Loud? I would never! I am a classy lady with decorum!” You giggled, pulling your panties and leggings back up. “Classy? Decorum? I just fucked you in a photo booth, my lovee,” he chided, with a smack to your ass. “It was your idea, doofus!” You rebutted. “Okay and? It was amazing, don’t lie!” he laughed, pulling his own jeans and boxers back up. “If i say it was amazing, will you shut up?” You rolled your eyes playfully. 
“Shut up? After I just gave you an earth shattering orgasm? How rude of you,cutie!” He pouted, smiling at you with a loving gaze as he fixed your hair. “Still my pretty girl, you are.” He cooed, as you blushed. “You;re so cheesy, you know?” The words escaped your mouth as you giggled and grabbed his hand.
Ushering both of you out of the photo booth, you quickly grabbed the strip of pictures and tucked it into your purse. I may be a cheesy doofus, but only for you.” Seungmin conceded, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yep, definitely a cheesy doofus,” you poked fun at him. Snickering, he pulled you into his side, the two of you walking away from the booth. “Shut it. You’re just as much of a goober as I am,” he laughed. “Am not.” “are too.”
Smiling up at him, sat by his side at a food stand, you smiled. “Hey minnie?” You perched, bopping his nose. Looking up from his burger, he raised his eyebrows and mumbled around a mouth full of food. “Yeah?”
“Happy anniversary.I love you”
“Happy anniversary, cutie. I love you more.”
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a/n: hi guys! I am sooooo sorry this is coming so late! I have been so busy with work and have been so tired! Anyway’s I hope you enjoy it. However, this indicates the start of my break. I want to bring you guys my best and not hate myself as much so I won;t be writing for a bit. But, my asks and requests, as well as inbox, are still open! XOXO
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simplhee · 7 months
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synopsis: when streamer heeplays needs to find a plus one to go with him to the Streamer Awards, what does he do? he makes a google form of course! and what happens when up-and-coming streamer y/n jokingly fills out the form, catching heeseung's attention? stream starting soon: be my +1 !!!
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========= stream starting soon =========
The bright gleam of the ring light blinds heeseung as his stream starts up. his light is on, mic is muted, and food is on its way as chat begins to flood onto his “starting soon” page. checking the countdown timer, he has two minutes all to himself before officially going live. heeseung smiles to himself as he watches chat talking amongst themselves.
otvfan07: hello !!!
🜲 nightwingsbooty: hi chat
yunjinlover: :wave: 
pikachuus: hihi
looking at the countdown one last time, heeseung moves a strand of hair before the clock finally reaches zero. switching the scene on his stream deck, his face suddenly fills up his second monitor as he moves to unmute his mic. “yo, hi, welcome everyone!...hihi, oh what song is playing?, uhhh it is, ‘give me your forever’ by zack tabudlo…yea i like that song haha”
🜲 jayparks: w
shimkongzz: hee’s taste *chefs kiss*
lunelles: what’s the plan for today ?
“ah, ‘what’s the plan for today?’, well,” clapping his hands together, “today we are going to be playing a little bit of valo but we’re going to have our usual thirty minutes of just chatting first” as heeseung’s eyes scan through chat he notices a particular question, “‘did i see somi’s new tweet?’ mm not yet let me pull it up now…ah okay we can bring plus ones to the streamer awards...oh am i going to bring anyone? hmm i don’t know chat, we’ll see, we’ll see”
eumppappaz: BOOO THIS MEANS YOURE MAIDENLESS
02zlvr: hee confessing he’s single KEKW
kkurawons: BITCHLESS BEHAVIOR
“hey hey i could pull…it’s just no one has piqued my interest rn” 
heyluv: I CAN BE YOUR DATE HEE
🜲 babyricky: you looking for a date ???
☑️💎ikeutv: ayo you looking for a date bbg ;)
mochimoshi: POG I could be your date
“woah woah woah idk guys, you really think you can handle all of this…” heeseung begins to regret everything as his chat is filled with nothing but silence in the form of three small dots, finally loosing his cool when all he can see is the flush emote times ten “haha anyways imma start warming up now, i just saw jake in chat, and i CANNOT let him rank higher than me”
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note: writing the written part was so cringe inducing
also ! this is the flush emote
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pairing: streamer!heeseung x fem!reader content/genre: strangers to lovers, college au, streamer au, fluff, crack, (potential) angst, smau warning(s): swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is still open !!!
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burplewrites · 3 months
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holiday dinner | cove james holden & baxter alexander ward
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𓆉 | fandom: our life: beginnings & always
𓆉 | characters: cove holden, baxter ward, reader
𓆉 | word count: 660 words (3,583 characters)
𓆉 | a/n: merry late christmas + happy holidays <3 this is so ooc im so tired. its like 3am (basically 4) where i am and honestly i dunno why i did this to myself (writing new years story in my dreams tonight) \(^ヮ^)/ note, im in the true blue colours so this is black and white (for baxter) so if it isn't for you please just imagine it issshjnevfj
it was interesting to say the least, having christmas with an ex who broke their heart (which was totally in the past now) and their now current boyfriend. even with the apology and everything being alright between the three of them, y/n couldn't help but think it was a little awkward. not for them of course, but for the two boys.
baxter was sitting in their living room, across from cove who was awakwardly looking around. y/n chuckled to themselves as they were setting the table, since cove hadn't looked this in a while…. since that summer. even at the wedding, it wasn't this bad.
"hm romeo, can you get the stuff from the fridge?" y/n said, finally freeing cove from the awkward tension in the living room. cove's demeanour lifted as he got up and walked over to the fridge. y/n looked over at baxter as he sighed with a smile and made eye contact with y/n.
"this is awkward isn't it?" y/n said, walking over with plates in their hands. baxter nodded, with a small chuckle.
"honestly, it reminds me of that summer, when cove was so wary of me, so its okay."
cove quickly came by, stealing the plates from y/n's hands. then he looked at baxter and looked down. y/n always found it so funny how even with his tall stature, cove also looked so small when he was building the courage to say something.
"uh- sorry baxter."
y/n looked at cove, holding in their laugh then looked at baxter who looked at cove with a geniune smile.
when y/n realised that they were the only one who found this awkwardness between these two grown men hilarious, they frowned. "booo, you guys aren't fun. i wanted some christmas entertainment. cove why do you have to be so kind, and baxter why do you have to be so understanding?!"
cove and baxter looked at each other and laughed with confused looks on their face.
"did you want us to… fight?"
"or did you want cove and i to stay awkward for the whole day?"
y/n face felt warm as they shooed off the boys, and walked off to check the food in the oven. honestly, y/n was glad that her boyfriend and friend seemed to be getting along. but, that tension brought back the kid in them.
"you know, liz would enjoy this very much. be glad im not her, always teasing, basically borderline bullying."
"y/n… i love you so i have to tell you the truth, but you're basically doing that right now."
"i'm going to have to side with cove on this one y/n."
y/n peeked out of the kitchen with a shocked look before laughing. their laugh made baxter chuckle a little, which in turn made cove start laughing. the tension was still there, but it was lessened, so much so that baxter got up from his semi-permanent space on the couch and took some plates from cove and started placing them on the table.
y/n went back to the kitchen, draping cove's apron over themselves and started to bake some extra treats for their celebration. cove and baxter decided to help out as much as they could, but got distracted having a conversation. it was shocking to y/n but they blamed the new development on the christmas spirit and the joy that was all around them.
as they were sitting down for their meal, y/n watched the different ways the two boys ate. cove ate like he had never seen food before, but in his polite way. baxter on the other hand, ate properly like he was royalty. y/n chuckled, as they all talked about holiday plans and how good the food is. it was their first holiday together as this newly formed trio, and even though it started off awkward, they were friends, and this small get-together was the start of the true rekindling of an amazing friendship.
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seaslugsims · 3 years
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[crickets chirping]
Bobbie: [opening and shutting front door] Oh! Hey...
Dorothy: How was work?
B: Good, good, only had to clean up blue slushy vomit once today. How was your day?
D: It was good. Your nose is pierced.
B: Yeah, dad said I could get it pierced as long as I was working.
D: It suits you.
B: Thanks. Are you ready for school tomorrow?
D: I’m not sure yet… I think so. At least I’m as ready as I can be.
B: Sleep would help.
D: Mm. Goodnight, Bobbie.
B: Goodnight. Get some sleep too?
D: [light chuckle] Sure.
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taketheringtolohac · 3 years
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Hm truly torn between is this swimsuit bottom actually too small (it is) and is it worth keeping if I can still wear it but it rides up and shows my ass way too much I will probably keep it because I am cheap
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jozhenji · 3 years
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𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢
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Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader (x Kei Tsukishima)
Word Count: 4.5k (I am...not sorry)
Genre/Content Warnings: Smut; Oral sex (m!receiving); Voyeurism; Creampie; Threesome? Sort of? You'll see what I mean; Adult Characters
I decided to be a bit nicer to Kei for once. I even gave him near complete control here! So I'll be expecting my thank you card from him in the near future.
HUGE thanks to @waka-chan-out for editing this for me because oh my god I was struggling and you still understood? Even helped make it better?? I'm manifesting this version of Tsukki for you 🤍
𝟸𝟶+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 - 𝟷𝟿 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚗𝚒
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“So who was your high school crush?”
Bokuto runs his hand through his hair, a sheepish smile on his face. “Uhh...I mean, I liked Kaori for a little while, but she made it very clear that she was not interested. And there was this one guy in my homeroom chemistry class, but we went on one date and it turned out he just wanted help with the final project.”
A collective wince travels through the group, second-hand embarrassment from the complete misunderstanding of the situation. Bokuto raises his glass in mock salute before taking a drink, a testament to his past naivety. Akaashi clears his throat and raises his hand, signaling his desire to speak.
“I’m just getting this out of the way now before you all start hounding me, I honestly don’t remember having a crush on anyone.” He shrugs as Kuroo lets out a ‘booo,’ unfazed by his friend’s disapproval. “I was a little too busy trying to make sure I passed!”
“Oh really?” Tsukishima says with a smirk, cocking his head to the side. “So what about that girl from your English class, the one with the ‘starry eyes’ and the—”
“Holy shit, how do you even remember that?” Akaashi cuts him off, shock and fear across his face. “How’d you ever land Y/N when you were clearly preoccupied in memorizing what I thought of girls?!”
You let out a snicker, taking a sip of your drink. “He did pay attention to me, dumbass. Still does, too.” You place your finger under Tsukishima’s chin, tilting it towards you to press a kiss to his lips. The display of affection is rewarded with hoots of laughter from Bokuto, a roll of Akaashi’s eyes, and a scoff from Kuroo. “So I think it’s safe to say we were each other’s crush.”
A small smile graces Tsukishima’s face, a rare display of genuine affection from the otherwise sardonic man. He turns to Kuroo and raises his brows in question. “What about you? Who’d you crush on in high school?”
“No one really,” he responds nonchalantly. “Thought I might've had a thing for Daishou’s girl for a while, but obviously that was never gonna happen.”
“Yeah, but that was really early on in high school,” Bokuto says in confusion. “I definitely remember you talking about a girl in your senior year, but you kinda just...stopped one day. Whatever happened to her?”
You lean across the table towards Kuroo, excitement seeping through you. “C’mon Kuroo, tell us! We’ve all confessed, it’s your turn!”
‘I mean, Akaashi technically didn’t,’ Tsukishima mumbles under his breath, cutting himself off when your elbow makes its home in his side.
A blush has started to rise on Kuroo’s face. He rubs the back of his neck and flicks his eyes around the table at everyone. “Seriously? Do I have to say?”
Everyone nods enthusiastically, and Akaashi even gestures for him to get on with it.
Kuroo lets out a sigh, knocking back the last dregs of his drink before resting his gaze on you. “I uh, I had a crush on you, Y/N. The girl I liked in senior year was you.”
Your jaw drops a bit in response, not having expected that answer. In your peripheral vision you see Akaashi and Bokuto both with expressions of shock, and you see Tsukishima narrowing his eyes at Kuroo. His hand makes its way to your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin, and the sensation grounds you. You snap your jaw shut, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“Oh…” you manage to squeak out.
“Obviously though, you and Tsukki started dating, and it was pretty clear you two were head over heels for each other. So I kinda just...tried to move on.” Kuroo shrugs. “What kind of friend would I have been if I had interfered? I cared about both of you too much, still do, of course.”
You reach your hand across the table to take Kuroo’s, squeezing gently. “That’s really sweet, Kuroo. I’m flattered, seriously. And I love having you in my life, so I’m really glad we’ve been able to maintain a friendship despite that.”
“That feels a little like a rejection,” Bokuto whispers to Akaashi, who flicks his ear and shushes him.
“Yeah, well, I like being in your life too, so I wasn’t about to fuck that up.” Kuroo pulls his hand from yours, rubbing his chin pensively. “But if you ever want to see what we could’ve been…” he trails off, shooting a suggestive glance your way.
You snicker, hiding your sharp intake of air as Tsukishima’s grip on your thigh tightens in response to Kuroo’s words. “Thanks, but I’m already plenty satisfied with Kei.” You hear your boyfriend chuckle in response, his grip loosening to instead trace lazy circles with his thumb into your skin.
Kuroo purses his lips and locks eyes with Tsukishima. “Offer stands, babe.”
Your boyfriend, to his credit, doesn’t take the bait. He eyes Kuroo up and down from where he’s seated before responding. “Good to know,” he mutters as he takes a sip of his drink.
The next few hours pass without any more secrets being spilled (‘Akaashi still hasn’t said who he liked-’ ‘Shut UP Tsukishima!’). Just discussions of work projects, travel plans, and a tentative date for the next meeting when Bokuto and Akaashi decide to head out.
Kuroo steps away to use the restroom once they’re gone, and Tsukki uses the moment alone to broach a new subject with you.
“How do you feel about Kuroo?” he asks.
You look at him quizzically. “What, you mean now that I know he used to like me?” At his nod, you shrug your shoulders. “I mean, it’s in the past right? He’s still my friend. Still our friend. A high school crush isn’t going to change that.”
Tsukishima hums in response. “What if it wasn’t in the past?”
Your brow furrows at his insinuation. “Kei, are you trying to say you think he still likes me like that? That’s ridiculous.”
“I don’t think it is,” he says. “Even if he doesn’t have a teenage crush on you anymore, he still finds you attractive.” He brushes his lips against your ear, whispering softly. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Y/N. Gives a whole new meaning to his ‘offer,’ if you ask me.”
You take a sip from your glass, thinking back to Kuroo’s suggestion when Tsukishima speaks up again.
“I think you should take him up on it.”
Immediately you start sputtering, choking on the sip you had taken. “You what?!”
He hands you a napkin and leans back in his seat. “We’ve talked about trying something like this, right? And at least if it’s Kuroo, we already know them enough. We’ve all seen each other naked anyway.”
“Okay, skinny dipping in Bokuto’s pool does not count!” you cry out, looking around worriedly, hoping Kuroo has yet to return. “This is different, Kei, it’s not just swimming! This would be so much weirder, it’s...it’s—”
“It’s just sex, Y/N. And it would only be weird if you make it weird.” He takes in the incredulous look on your face. “Look, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you decide to never bring it up again, then that’s fine. I’m just saying,” he hooks his finger under your chin to connect your gazes, “that I think it would be rewarding for all of us.”
You bite down on your lower lip, drumming your fingers along the table. “What would you be doing?”
He sends a smirk your way. “Supervising. I might be letting my dear senior sleep with my girlfriend, but he’ll still need to know he’s not in charge when he’s in my bed.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Our bed, Kei.” You hesitate for a moment, seeking his face for even a hint that this is some elaborate prank. “You’re serious about this? Do you want me to say yes?”
Tsukishima takes your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I think it could be fun. But the decision is yours, Y/N.”
You see Kuroo approaching out of the corner of your eye. Taking a deep breath, you squeeze your boyfriend’s hand in response before speaking.
“Let’s do it.”
The two of you turn to look at Kuroo as he takes his seat at the table, eyeing him cautiously as he stacks the plates and cups left behind. He looks back and forth between you and Tsukki, confusion across his face.
“Uhh…” he starts hesitantly. “What’s up?”
“Were you serious?” you blurt out, any pretense of calm vanishing. “About your offer?”
His eyes widen in shock before he lets out a sheepish laugh. “Look, if I was out of line, I’m really sorry. I was just trying to get a rise out of this guy,” he says, gesturing to Tsukishima.
“Shame,” Tsukishima says with a click of his tongue. “She was going to take you up on it. But, if you don’t actually want her…” he trails off, his thumb tracing the back of your hand, “...oh well.”
“It’s okay if you say no,” you say gently. “We can just pretend this never happened. But if you do want to try this with us, then this will be the only chance you’ll get.”
You lean forward over the table, letting Kuroo’s gaze narrow in on your cleavage. You see him take a deep breath, hesitation across his face.
Before he gets the chance to answer, you extend your leg under the table, tracing your foot along Kuroo’s calf. His knee jerks up, bumping the table and nearly sending his glass toppling over.
You purse your lips, holding back a laugh, and lean back in your seat to rest closer to Kei. Cocking your head to the side, you let your boyfriend trail his finger down the column of your throat, sending shivers down your spine.
“This is a one-time offer, Kuroo,” Tsukishima says to him, eyes narrowing.
Kuroo lets out a long exhale, and you can feel his leg bouncing under the table.
“If…” he starts, looking at you now. “If I say yes, do you have any rules?”
You smile softly, casting a glance at your boyfriend. “If I change my mind at any point, we stop. Immediately. But for the most part, we can just...try it, and see how it feels.”
Kuroo nods, turning to Tsukishima. “And what about you? Will you be, uh...part of this?”
Tsukishima smirks at the question. “Unlikely. But I will be present. I might be okay with you fucking my girlfriend,” he says, with a gentle squeeze of your neck, “but I’m not leaving you alone with her.”
This time it’s Kuroo’s turn to smirk. “Oh yeah? Fine by me. You’ll get to watch your girl decide who she really wants to be with.”
A bitter laugh escapes Tsukishima. “We’ll see about that.”
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Tsukishima enters your room first, his hold on your hand pulling you close behind. He directs you to sit at the foot of the bed before bending down to cup your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks.
“Do you remember your colors?” he asks, loud enough for Kuroo to hear.
“Green for good, yellow for wait, red full stop,” you answer.
He side-eyes Kuroo, who’s leaning against the doorframe. “Did you catch that?”
“Sure did,” he mumbles, looking curiously around the room. His eyes dance over the various framed photos on the wall, the plants on the dresser, the slightly disheveled bed that wasn’t properly made that morning.
Tsukishima rolls his eyes before returning his attention to you. “You’re in control here, okay? If you change your mind at any point, this all ends.” He presses a kiss to your lips, softer and less possessive than you’d expect for someone who’s about to watch his girlfriend have sex with one of his best friends.
You give him a smile and a nod as he steps back to the armchair in the corner of the room. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt as he takes a seat, watching as your eyes widen with interest. Turning lazily to Kuroo, he clears his throat to get his attention.
“Just remember who’s in charge,” he says, leaving no room for negotiation. “And enjoy it while it lasts.” He smirks as he leans his head in his hand.
You extend your hand out to Kuroo, who steps further into the room and places his hand in yours. You gently tug him closer as you adjust your position on the bed, drawing your legs up to kneel in front of him. At this new angle, you still have to crane your neck up to look at him, but there’s less of a distance for him to dip his head down, face mere inches from yours.
“Tell me,” you whisper, trailing your hands up his arms to his shoulders. “What have you thought about doing to me?”
“More than a few things,” he admits with a shaky laugh. “Been thinking about this for a long time, Y/N.”
“Oh yeah?” You nip along the shell of his ear, feeling a shudder run through him. “Why don’t you show me?”
The laugh that had been bubbling up in you turns into a whimper when Kuroo’s hand tugs on your hair. He pulls your head back and he presses his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He kisses you with a desire years in the making, having dreamt of this for over half a decade.
His lips trail across your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone, teeth dragging across the sensitive skin. You let your head fall to the side, allowing him access to nip and suck, but Tsukishima’s voice draws your and Kuroo’s attention to the corner of the room.
“No marks,” he says icily, eyes narrowing at the cocky look Kuroo sends his way.
“I thought this was a chance to live out my fantasy?” Kuroo asks, quirking his brow across the room. At the glare sent in return, he chuckles and lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Very well then.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off your boyfriend as he whispers in your ear. “I have other ways to show him who you should belong to.”
Your breath hitches as he tugs on the zipper of your dress, letting it fall down and bunch around your knees. You shiver at the sudden cold, and at the way he hungrily eyes your exposed body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, looking at you in awe. You can feel heat rising to your face and avert your gaze, but Kuroo’s hand on your cheek turns you back to look at him. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re gorgeous.”
“Didn’t take you for such a sap,” Tsukishima teases from his chair in the corner. “Thought you were going to fuck her, not try and woo her.”
You roll your eyes in response. “He’s just being nice, Kei. You could try it sometime if you wanted to.”
“Careful what you wish for,” you hear him mutter under his breath.
Kuroo just chuckles in response as he kisses you again, hands coming up behind your back to release the clasp on your bra. Your arms move to catch it but he keeps you from doing so. He nips along the shell of your ear, whispering, “Let me see you.”
His thumbs move to brush against your nipples, making you arch your back into him. A soft whine leaves your throat as he teases the hardened peaks, and you let your hands move to unbutton his shirt and pull it off before moving on to his belt.
His cock springs up when you manage to tug his pants down, and a soft ‘oh’ escapes you at the sight. He’s bigger than you had thought he would be (not that you’ve given it much thought, of course). Not quite as long as your boyfriend but there’s certainly more girth. You let out a slow exhale at the sight, wondering how the hell he’s going to make it fit inside you.
Kuroo chuckles at your reaction, watching as you reach out to stroke him tentatively. He glances at Tsukishima over his shoulder. “I think she likes what she sees,” he says with a cocky grin. Turning back to you, he urges you to move back towards the head of the bed, giving him the room to climb up with you.
“Lean back against the headboard, baby. Just like that,” Kuroo croons at you, one hand on your shoulder forcing you backward. His other hand is braced against the wall, leaving him towering over you.
You look up at him, your hands not faltering in their pace as you stroke him. He moves his hand from your shoulder to guide his cock to your mouth, tapping the head against your lips.
“Open up,” he says. Pleasant surprise flashes across his face when he sees how quickly you obey, your tongue hanging out in anticipation. He hisses as you catch a bead of precum, and lets out a groan as he slides himself into your waiting mouth.
“Fucking hell,” he mutter as you swirl your tongue around him. You can’t fit all of him in, not yet anyway, but your hand moves in tandem as you bob your head slowly up and down his length. His hand settles on top of your head, fingers lacing in your hair.
You hum around him, feeling his grip tightening, fingers grazing your scalp. He tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him with your wide eyes, tears starting to form from the ache in your jaw. He begins to thrust in time with your mouth, causing you to softly gag when he goes too fast.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You look so fucking good with your lips around my cock, my sweet, pretty girl.”
You move your hands to brace yourself against his thighs as his thrusts pick up their pace, forcing you further and further down his length. You swallow around him, drawing out a moan at the way your throat constricts. Your nails are leaving red crescents in his thighs, digging in just to stay grounded as he fucks your mouth.
You lean back further against the headboard, using it to stay upright from the onslaught of his thrusts. Kuroo is mumbling above you, soft praises of ‘good girl’ and ‘fucking perfect’ raining down on you. Your eyes move from his face above you to lock onto Tsukishima in the corner, a whine escaping your lips as you watch him palm himself through his pants.
You move one of your hands between your legs, tracing along the hem of your panties. He smiles condescendingly at the way your finger refrains from dipping into them, as you wait for him to look into your eyes.
“Do you want something, Y/N?” he asks mockingly, snickering at the way you whimper around Kuroo’s cock in response. “Go ahead. Touch yourself.”
Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth goes slack when your fingers begin to circle your clit. It allows Kuroo to force the rest of his cock past your lips, his neatly trimmed pubes tickling your nose.
You let out a moan as you slide one of your fingers between your folds, surprise coursing through you at how aroused you’ve gotten just from sucking him off.
“Look at my pretty girl, all turned on just from sucking my cock,” Kuroo groans. “You’re so good at this baby, so much better than I could’ve hoped for. Fuck, I’m close already with how well you’re treating me.”
You frantically pat a hand on Kuroo’s thigh, and he pulls out of your mouth before crouching down. His thumb rubs your cheek as you inhale deeply, trying to catch your breath.
“Talk to me baby, are you okay? Am I being too rough?” Concern laces his voice and you see Tsukishima sit up straighter, ready to intervene if needed.
“I’m okay,” you say between breaths. “You said you were close. Want you to cum in me, not in my mouth.”
Kuroo swallows hard, cock twitching at your words. He turns to Tsukishima, who looks just as surprised at your request. “Do I need your permission too?” he asks.
Tsukishima’s brow furrows, hesitation painted across his face. “I…” he starts, clearly unsure of how to answer.
You shoot him a pleading look. “Please, Kei, it’s just this once, right?”
He drums his fingers along the arm of the chair before sinking into it with a sigh. “If it’s what Y/N wants, then it’s fine by me.”
You blow him a kiss before squealing as Kuroo pulls you under him, his hands rolling your panties down your legs before trailing back up to grip your hips. Your breath comes out in pants as he lines himself up with your hole. You hear him swallow deeply above you, looking up to see him hesitating. It’s clear how badly he wants this, but something is holding him back.
“Kuroo…” you say softly, watching as his gaze shifts to yours. “Please fuck me.”
Whatever resolve he may have had left is broken at your words as he slowly pushes inside you. A soft ‘shit’ escapes you as you feel him stretching you out, jaw dropping at the sensation. He leans down to kiss you as his hips meet yours, pausing for a moment to let you adjust.
“Tell me your color,” he mumbles against your lips.
“Green,” you respond, throwing your arms around his neck as he kisses you again. He draws his hips back slowly before he snaps them forward, a squeal leaving you at the force.
You hear him chuckle as he begins to set the pace, slowly picking up speed and force.
“You feel so good, baby. Always knew you’d fit perfectly around me,” he pants. Breathy moans and the wet sounds of him plunging inside of you fill the room, but the sound of a zipper being pulled has both yours and Kuroo’s head whipping over to the armchair in the corner.
“Did I say to stop?” Tsukishima asks. “You’re the one who wants to cum in her. Better do it fast before I change my mind.”
Kuroo hisses and tightens his grip on your hips. His thrusts increase until the only things you can hear in the room are his balls slapping your ass, your muffled moans as he kisses you, and the faint wet sounds of your boyfriend jerking off in the corner.
“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” Kuroo pants above you. “Bet your boyfriend doesn’t stretch you out like I do, hm?”
You angle your head to bite down on his ear, drawing a groan out of him. Shooting a glance over his shoulder, you make eye contact with Tsukishima before responding. “You’re so big Tetsu’, feel so full.”
Kuroo hums in your ear in satisfaction. “Oh yeah? Tell me, baby. Who's better? Me or blondie over there? Be honest, Y/N, tell me you wanna be mine instead.”
You just barely catch Tsukishima’s glare before your eyes roll back in your head. Kuroo angles his hips to drag his cock along that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust, leaving you pleading with him for more, begging him to make you finish. One of his hands moves to let his fingers circle your clit, and the stimulation has you clamping down on him as you suddenly cum.
Kuroo’s moans in your ear prevent you from hearing movement in the corner of the room, and you don’t notice Tsukishima’s presence until you feel a hand snaking between yours and Kuroo’s bodies to rub at your clit, pushing the latter’s hand away.
“K-Kei?!” you stutter. “What are y-you doing?”
Kuroo raises himself up to allow Tsukishima access as he strokes his cock over your naked body. “What does it look like, sweetheart?” he says with a snarl. “I’m helping you. Being nice, like you suggested.”
“T-too much Kei, too soon,” you whine, overstimulation making you twitch.
“You can handle one more, can’t you?” he coos. “We’re helping Kuroo live out his fantasy, right? Wouldn’t it be nice to let him feel you cum on his cock just one more time?”
A whimper escapes you as another orgasm approaches too fast, too hard. Kuroo’s thrusts get deeper, becoming more frantic as he approaches his own climax.
“Please pretty girl,” he moans in your ear. “Cum on my cock again, baby. Be my good girl, yeah? Please?”
“Go ahead Y/N,” Tsukishima pants above you, his own strokes picking up speed. “You have my permission to cum. C’mon baby, cum.”
His fingers push you over the edge for your second orgasm of the night, leaving Kuroo muttering ‘Oh, shit’ as his thrusts still and he finishes inside of you. Tsukishima hisses as he finishes too, painting your chest with his cum.
All three of you are left panting, sweat beading on foreheads as you come down from the high. You feel Tsukishima’s fingers trail up your body, through the mess he made on you, before he slips his fingers into your mouth. After you’ve sucked them clean, he kisses your temple with a quiet ‘Good girl’ before stepping back and leaving the room to clean his hands off.
You thread your fingers through Kuroo’s hair as he brings his face in close to yours. “Kuroo-”
Before you can speak, he cuts you off with a kiss, exploring your mouth and taking in the taste of Tsukishima’s cum on your tongue.
He pulls back with a grin, chuckling softly as he helps you sit up in the bed. “Thank you,” he whispers, placing a final kiss to your forehead before sliding off the mattress. Tsukishima re-enters your bedroom, a glass of water in each hand and a throw blanket over his elbow.
He hands one of the glasses and the blanket to Kuroo, who wraps it around his waist before collapsing into the vacant armchair. You reach out to take the remaining glass of water, sipping deeply before smiling up at your boyfriend.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, brows furrowed in concern.
“I’m good,” you say, sighing softly. “It was fun. I’m glad you talked me into this.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s good,” he responds while turning to Kuroo. “And you?”
Kuroo shoots a lazy grin your way. “Fantasy fulfilled,” he says with a wink.
A sheepish smile spreads across your face, and you hear Tsukishima hum in contemplation above you. He takes the glass from your hands to place it on the nightstand beside the bed. He sheds his clothes before threading his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.
“As pleased as I am that you had ‘fun,’ Y/N, I think you need to be reminded of just who you belong to,” Tsukishima says with a smack on your ass. He climbs up onto the bed behind you, forcing your chest into the mattress and directing your head towards Kuroo. “Pay attention, alright? It’s time to show you that she’s my girl.”
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laurenairay · 3 years
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Got Me Thinking - N. Patrick
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Summary: Your boyfriend Nolan draws you a bath after a long day.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: established relationship fluff, slightly nsfw (sharing a bath).
A/N: I got inspired this morning listening to Brett Young, In Case You Didn’t Know, and I just had to write this down. 
Tagging: @danglesnipecelly​ as its her birthday (🎉🎉🎉), @chicagoblackhawkslover96​ because she needs a big hug (💖) , and @texanstarslove​ because she got me hyped up about Nolan in the first place...😘
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Hiding your feelings around your boyfriend was hard enough on a good day, and today had been a very hard day. Emotionally, mentally...everything. You were just done with today, even though it was only early in the evening - the one thing you were looking forward to was wrapping yourself in Nolan’s arms, in the hopes that tomorrow would be better. Hopefully.
And the moment that he saw you, Nolan knew that something was wrong.
“Hard day babe?” Nolan asked, frowning.
You huffed a laugh but nodded. “You could say that, yeah,”
Nolan frowned a little harder but pulled you into his arms, letting you sink into his chest. This. This was what you’d needed all day.
“What can I do to help?” he murmured.
“Erase this day?” you suggested.
Nolan made a humming noise deep in his chest, as if he was considering it, making you laugh softly, which was probably his intention all along.
“Anything else?” he mused.
“Just keeping holding me?” you said softly.
Because to be honest? That’s all you needed.
Nolan just nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah I can do that. But I have a better idea for it?”
Oh?
He just smiled as you tilted your head back to look up at him, unwrapping his arms from around you to take both hands in his.
“Give me, like, 5 minutes?” Nolan asked hopefully.
As if you could ever say no to him when he looked at you that softly. “Sure,” you shrugged, smiling.
Nolan smiled a little wider, ducking his head to kiss you quickly before he jogged upstairs, making you laugh. While you waited, you kicked off your shoes and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, taking a few sips. Whatever it was, however big or small, you knew you’d like it simply by the fact that Nolan was putting in effort to do it. Who wouldn’t?
“Hey, ready?”
You turned around to see Nolan standing at the bottom of the stairs, his cheeks a little flushed.
“Of course! Are you going to tell me what the surprise is?” you grinned.
“Nope, that would ruin the surprise of it,” Nolan smirked.
Booo. You followed him upstairs anyway, letting him gently lead you to…the bathroom? You frowned up at him, but he just bit his bottom lip hesitantly, before opening the bathroom door.
Oh wow.
Nolan had drawn you a bath?
With heaps of bubbles, your favourite lavender-vanilla bath soak, and a fair few candles flickering in the dimly-lit room.
“You did all this for me?” you asked softly, still a little stunned as you looked up at him.
Who knew he could be such a romantic?
“Anything for the girl who had my heart a long time ago,” Nolan said simply.
You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush, and you rolled your eyes fondly. “Have you been reading Ryanne’s romance novels again?”
“Not since the last time,” he shrugged, unashamed.
You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, earning a soft smile back. He really was so sweet.
“You’re joining me, right?” you asked, tilting your head towards the giant bathtub.
Nolan’s smile grew and his shoulders relaxed, as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d invite him. “Of course, if that’s what you want,”
You just nodded, wasting no time in unbuttoning your blouse. Nolan’s eyes darkened a little, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, but he looked away with a blush, making you smile. So sweet. The two of you stayed silent, taking off your clothes piece by piece slowly until you both stood naked, candle flames flickering shadows across your bodies. Nolan inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of your bare form, soft cock twitching a little against his thigh, before he turned and climbed into the full bath, holding out his hand. You took it with a smile, letting him guide you into the bath until you were sitting with your back to his chest, the water lapping at your breasts with his arms wrapped around your waist.
It felt so intimate and yet so natural. This wasn’t a sexually charged moment at all – rather, something tender and sweet. Just like your Nolan.
“This is perfect, thank you,” you sighed happily, relaxing into his body.
Nolan hmm’d, nuzzling at your neck, making you smile.
“I know I don’t tell you this all the time…but I do love you,” Nolan said quietly.
You couldn’t stop the burst of butterflies in your stomach, nor the way your smile widened.
“I love you too, Nolan,”
Nolan pressed a kiss to the space behind your ear, sitting a little straighter. Oh, he wasn’t done then?
“It’s more than that. You took care of me during all of my migraines. And you still take care of me now. I know I’m not the easiest person, I know exactly how mean I can get, but you always stuck by me,”
Nolan’s murmured words were mostly muffled with his face buried in your hair, but you heard him clear as day, and you squeezed his hands tight.
“Just because you get a little grumpy every now and again, it doesn’t mean I’m going to run for the hills, Nol,” you mused.
Nolan huffed, making you giggle as his breath shot through your hair, and you could feel him smile even though you knew he was trying to be serious. Time to reassure him.
“I love you just as you are, Nolan Patrick. Looking after you when you’re sick or even just having a bad day, that all comes in the package. And I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself so negatively,” you said softly, but firmly.
Nolan huffed again, although it was more of a laugh this time. “I’m working on the negative stuff,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Good,” you said, smiling, “because as cute as Grumpy Nolan is, he’s still incredibly grumpy,”
Your boyfriend just groaned, making you laugh, until that laughter turned to a gasp as he nipped the shell of your ear.
“I’ll show you grumpy,” he grumbled, nipping your ear again.
“This is meant to be a sweet romantic bath, not a teasing rile-me-up bath,” you said, a little breathless and nowhere near as scolding as you’d intended. By the feeling of Nolan’s smirk against your skin, you knew he’d noticed.
“It’s not teasing if I plan on following through…and it’s just so much fun riling you up,” Nolan murmured.
You tilted your head back to rest on his shoulder as his wet hands slid up to cup your bare breasts, your heart racing at the intimate feeling, even more so as Nolan’s pressed gentle kisses to your neck. How this guy could make your head spin with such simple actions was beyond you. All you knew was that no-one had ever affected you like he had. And he knew that too.
“We’re going to relax in here a little longer – you need the pampering. But after that…I’m going to take you to our bedroom and worship you in every way you deserve,” Nolan said softly.
You gasped again as his fingers tweaked your nipples, but relaxed into his body completely when his hands moved to wrap around your waist again. Wow, what a plan. “That sounds perfect, Nolan,” you said happily.
“Good,” Nolan said shortly, pressing a kiss to your jaw before burying his face in your hair again, “I’m crazy about you. Don’t know what I would do without you,”
With that, your heart just about melted. So you tipped your head back to look up at him with a smile.
“I love you too, Nolan,”
He just smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
~
In case you didn't know
Baby, I'm crazy bout you
And I would be lying if I said
That I could live this life without you
Even though I don't tell you all the time
You had my heart a long long time ago
In case you didn't know
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bigskydreaming · 3 years
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I’m still thinking through names I like for Cass better than Orphan or Black Bat (which I don’t hate like I do Orphan, but I’ve always felt that the name Black Bat came more out of just ‘come up with something franchise themed’ than trying to find something for Cass specifically), for when she’s not Batgirl or Steph is instead. Not for any particular project or anything, I’ve just been stuck on that train of thought since falling onto it the other day.
I think I’ve given up on it being Red themed lol. My dreams for Batfam symmetry are doomed to come to naught. C’est la vie.
Currently though most of the ideas I have are all central to or revolving around communication or connection, because I honestly think those are thematically so PIVOTAL to who Cass is.....but the danger is something like that coming across as ironic due to Cass not being particularly talkative in a lot of peoples’ interpretations or views, and its absolutely not meant to be, not for the reasons I’m thinking.
Like because the thing about her childhood is....there’s so much to focus on that was fucked up about what David Cain put her through, its impossible to have a specific place to ‘start’. But I think something that definitely at least has to be way up there is the isolation he forced her to live most of her early life in. Deprived of even the POSSIBILITY of connection to others. Because connection is so fundamental to what makes us human. As well as to what makes Cass “Cass.” Cass THRIVES due to the connections she chooses for herself. Don’t get me wrong, she’s fully capable on her own, its not about suggesting she’s reliant on them.....for me, its more about the triumph of her having the freedom and CHOICE now to connect herself to as many people as she chooses, when originally her father had meant for her to basically exist APART from society. Emphasizing the importance of connection and communication to Cass is like, a definite fuck you to her dad and his plans for her, a symbol of her freedom and independence. 
But also its not JUST that, because its also just about the sheer joy of connecting for Cass, because its the fulfillment of dreams she never really expected to become reality. Because as much as her life with David defined a large portion of her childhood, she was also shaped in no small part by the years she spent on her own....where even though she was out from under Cain’s thumb, she was still influenced by the specter of him and everything he’d ever said to her. She kept herself apart from society for the most part, even though now technically she was free to mingle among it if she chose....because she felt guilt-ridden over the death she’d been party to though it had never truly been her fault and she was very much Cain’s victim there as well as the man who died, rather than him being her victim.
But the point is, a lot of the second half of her childhood was spent in silence as well, albeit self-imposed silence....except also no, fuck that, it wasn’t self-imposed because she was still suffering from the trauma of her worldview being so heavily shaped and influenced by her abusive fucknugget of a father, who’d essentially spent years convincing her that words weren’t for her, that communication, that connection, those were things for people other than her but would forever elude her because she just wasn’t BORN to partake in those things. She stayed outside of society, made no real effort to figure out if she COULD learn to communicate like others did, because her abuse in no small part had revolved around making her believe it was just her place to be silent, her role. That a weapon didn’t need words.
So in the family and fulfillment Cass found later in Barbara and Bruce and Steph and others, like.....it wasn’t just about her finding companionship or even a sense of purpose or direction......she found a voice. Even if she speaks more with sign than out loud or even if she has trouble translating her thoughts into words or sign language due to learning disability or the like, Cass very much COMMUNICATES, she connects, she has things to say, and she more than anyone understands the importance of a voice, whether spoken or written or signed, of the power inherent in just being able to use it and express oneself.
And its equally key that Bruce and Babs and others didn’t GIVE that to her, because how could they? It was something she had all along because the reality is no matter how hard he tried, it was something Cain couldn’t truly take from her. All he could do (and make no mistake, I use “all he could do” to emphasize the ultimate failure of his attempts to control her rather than to dilute the extent of trauma his abuse did inflict) - but even his attempts to cut her off from people and isolate her via an inability to communicate.....they relied wholly on denying her the tools and opportunities to learn how to make use of her voice, of the things she wanted and needed to say. 
So its not a gift that Babs and Bruce bestowed on her, because it wasn’t something anyone COULD give her anymore than it could fully be taken from her. But they did help her find that she had things to say and she had ways to say them. That she deserved to be heard and understood as much as anybody, and that she had so much in her that had just been waiting for someone to tell it to and ways for her to do that. They helped show her how to connect her voice to the right audiences for it, to communicate to people who would hear her and as Batgirl and Black Bat.....to people who NEEDED to hear her. For whom the things she could communicate via her actions and protection as much as anything else.....like that was a message they needed to hear themselves due to the abusers and villains in their own lives.
And I just see that as so.....triumphant for Cass is the word I honestly keep going back to the most.
I’ve called Dick’s approach to vigilantism his form of performance art. Carrying something that holds great importance to him even if others might overlook its significance, into what he does as a vigilante in ways that everyone he helps benefits from. Even if they don’t realize that his light-hearted performances even while sweeping them out of the path of danger is as much to help buffer them from the trauma of what is happening to them and how much they’ve already suffered.....those are as much a part of his aim to protect and make peoples’ lives better as his actual martial arts.
In the same sense, I consider Cass’ approach to vigilantism her form of connectivity. Its her message to people who need to hear, to see, to believe that there is help for them out there, that there is someone who wants to come for them, someone who wants to bring them out of whatever hole or isolation or danger they’ve fallen or been forced into....they need this as much as Cass needs it to be able to say look at me, look at my actions, I did that, I said that, that was ME.
For Cass, I feel vigilantism is about finding her voice, finding ways to put into message form others can understand even on a primal level the things she wants to communicate, that she wishes had been communicated earlier to her...that everyone deserves to be connected, to have connections, and to just....speak. In whatever form they can or choose to.
Its about the ability and freedom to use her voice, to impart her messages....and see those things have IMPACT. Be heard. Seen. Communicated.
And for those reasons I keep coming back to something like Songbird, but its ugh....its such a Catch 22. It would be so easy to misconstrue, but honestly I think it fits what I’m describing so well and like.....whatever, ultimately it doesn’t matter since this is just a headcanony thing anyway and not going to actually change anything, but like....I am The Undecided.
(Also I know Marvel already has a Songbird, but a) I dont care, like Marvel is stupid so umm why would that even matter yeah thats what I thought and b) I mean Songbird is an easy name to attach to any color one wants to make part of her name and ascribe particular significance to. Like she could be Red Songbird? Scarlet Songbird? Yes? No? Give up the dream Kalen, Big Red, Middle Red and Lil’ Red just ain’t it? Ugh, fine. Booo.)
But anyway, that’s what I’ve been musing on.
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kinglazrus · 3 years
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Not Your Danny – Ch 3. Familiar
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The city had looked unremarkable that day. It shouldn’t have surprised Dani, considering Amity Park rarely looked remarkable, but it upset her anyway. After nearly three days straight of flying, coming all the way from Australia, she collapsed on the outskirts of the city, gasping for breath. Every inch of her body ached.
Flying wasn't like running or jumping; it didn't use muscles the same way. Being in the air for too long could make your head dizzy and your vision blurry. It gave her headaches and watery eyes and filled her with exhaustion so heavy she wanted to sleep for days on end. But, if Dani was desperate enough, she could push through that. This is exactly what she did when she found out Danny Phantom had died.
It was a long flight from Australia to Amity Park, over vast, empty expanses of ocean. She rested when she could, stealing a few minutes of shuteye whenever she came across land, but never more than that. She pushed herself in a way she never had before, until the headaches turned to full body aches, and every muscle in her body was tense and cramped, and she could barely stay upright when finally, finally, she saw the cheerful welcome sign of Amity Park.
On her knees in the dirt, Dani held herself up with trembling arms.
A Nice Place to Live!
The soft green letters loomed over her with their deceptive message. Nice for who?
She might have fallen asleep there, collapsed in the ditch, because the next thing she knew, she was face down in the soggy grass, her clothes damp from the drizzling rain. When she had arrived, the sun was nearing its peak. Now, it barely breached the horizon, warming her face even as the sunshower soaked her through.
It took her a moment to realize the sun was rising, not setting, and she had been out for a full day. Exhaustion still pulled at her, but her headache was gone, at least, and she had enough strength to take to the air once more. She flew around the city, not sure exactly what she was looking for.
(A lie. She knew exactly what she wanted to find, was so afraid of not finding.)
Below, the city looked the same as ever. Despite the early hour, people were already out, cars filling the road, a few stray souls strolling along the sidewalk. They didn't even look bothered by the rain, which was more of a mist, really. Dani tugged on her sopping gloves, grimacing at the squelch of water between her fingers. That's just what happens when you lie prone in a ditch for hours in the drizzling rain.
As she flew, she found no signs of spectral activity. No ghost attacks, no ghosts. No halfas. Her heart plummeted.
Fearing the worst—fearing the truth she didn't want to believe—she finally turned toward Fenton Works.
At the sight of the ecto-gun, Dani pales. She scrambles to her feet, shoving Danny's old t-shirts aside, and throws herself to the farthest corner of the room.
"I didn't mean it!" she shouts.
Jack blinks, confusion marring his smile until his gaze drops to the gun in his hands and his eyes widen with realization. He quickly hides the weapon behind his back. "Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you."
Dani doesn't step away from the wall. Her back tingles, itching to go intangible and let her disappear into the alley just outside, away from this potential danger. But Jack's apology feels genuine. He smiles at her, though he doesn't step any further into the room. That gets Dani to relax after a few tense seconds. The tingle fades, her desire to flee going with it.
"What's the gun for?" Dani asks. It is the first thing she has said to Jack since moving into Fenton Works, she realizes. This is the most they have seen each other in four days, and she does not know what to think about that. She assumed he had been avoiding her.
"Some of our weapons used to go off around Danny," Jack says. He pulls the ecto-gun out from behind his back, this time with the barrel pointed down, and fiddles with something along the barrel. "Never really thought about why. So, I've been trying to make them safe for you to be around. I can only do so much without an ectoplasmic sample, though."
Finally, Dani steps forward, skirting around Danny's bed. Still, Jack does not make a move closer, letting her come to him. Dani stops with a few feet left between them. "Is that what you wanted to talk about?"
Jack shrugs. "Partly. I also never said hello."
"Hi, I guess."
Jack smiles. "Hi, Dani. Nice to officially meet you."
Dani can only meet his gaze for a few seconds. He looks a lot like Danny, with kind eyes, but that is not what bothers her. Something about the way he looks at her is different. Over the past few days, she has gotten used to Maddie and Jazz, how they look at her like she is a ghost—like she is Danny.
She casts the thought out as quickly as it comes.
"So, about that sample?" Jack presses.
Dani rubs her arms, feeling phantom prickles along the inside of her elbow. If she were to roll back her sleeves, she could easily find the pinprick scars left by Vlad's needles. In fact, she does not even need to look. Skimming the sleeve, her fingers stop, instinctively, over each scar.
"What do you need it for?" she asks.
"Your ecto-signature, mostly. But we've found that a ghost's ectoplasm has its own form of DNA beyond the ecto-signature. If we can isolate yours, we might be able to make ammunition that won't harm you," he says.
Dani squeezes her arms tighter, memories of Vlad's lab flashing through her mind. No matter how rough the nomadic lifestyle got, nothing ever compared to those first few weeks of life when she spent every second being poked and prodded, not understand how wrong that was. It makes her shiver.
"Do we have to go downstairs for it?"
Jack looks about the room, taking in the mess of Danny's clothes, and the general clutter Dani hasn't bothered to clean up during her stay. "I don't see why not. I can bring the equipment up here."
"Please."
Jack nods and leaves, returning not even a minute later with a case. He must have had it ready to go. The case looks small compared to his large hands, but when he sets it down on Danny's bed, it is nearly half as wide as the mattress. Dani floats to the top of the bed, setting herself down on the pillows while Jack gets set up. Inside, the case holds a few packaged syringes, some sample tubes, swabs, and medical plasters. Hardly enough to fill it. Most space is taken up by the foam padding that holds the delicate glass tubes in place.
"I'll need to take two or three samples if that's alright. It's easier to work with more ectoplasm. And a blood sample." Jack grabs a syringe. "If you're comfortable with that."
"I guess that's okay."
He talks throughout the entire process, describing what he is doing. While he does, Dani fixes her gaze on the shirts laid out across the bed.
"This is called a phlebotomy," Jack says as he rolls up her sleeve. "It actually refers to drawing blood from a vein, but I think ectoplasm is close enough. I need to swab the area first; it might be cold."
What little tension remained in Dani's shoulders bleeds out as Jack talks.
"First needle. I'll use this one to get your ecto-signature. We have some devices that can focus on a ghost's signature without taking a sample first, like the booo-merang, but power use and exhaustion can actually alter those results. A stable sample taken in a relaxed environment works better. We can also use it to measure how a ghost's signature changes over time. Second needle."
Dani's eyes widen. Pulling her hand back from one of the shirts, she turns and finds Jack inserting a second syringe into her arm, the first already back in the case, filled with glowing ectoplasm. She hadn't even felt it. The second needle stings, although she blames that on her watching it go in, and she quickly focuses on the shirts again.
They're plain overall, basic colours with simple graphics, and a little on the baggy side. The one she likes the most is a button-up, one of the few Danny had, with short sleeves and covered in large stars. She pulls it closer with her free hand, tracing the stars as Jack finishes with the third syringe. It does not seem like the kind of shirt Danny would wear. Too gaudy for him. Dani likes it, though.
A tap at her shoulder distracts her.
"Can you change to your human form?" Jack asks.
"Why?"
"Can't exactly draw blood from this form."
"Oh. Right." Dani chews her lip, contemplating. Except for when she's asleep, she hasn't been in human form at all the past few days. Even then, the only reason she changes is that it is easier to sleep as a human. Jazz has not asked her about it since that first day, and neither has Maddie.
In the relative safety of Fenton Works, there is no reason for her to choose one form over the other. When travelling, it is easier passing along as a ghost. Fewer people bother her then—if they don't run away screaming—and her powers come easier. Making up her mind, she closes her eyes and lets the transformation take over.
It passes in a flash, her jumpsuit disappearing, replaced by the comfortable weight of her hoodie. Unable to help herself, Dani touches the star shirt again.
Jack doesn't go for the next syringe right away. His gaze lingers on Dani's face. The weight of his stare bears down on her, but she refuses to look up.
"Is something wrong?" she asks.
The mattress shifts as Jack moves, neither closer nor farther away. A nervous jump and nothing more. "No. Everything's fine."
He only needs a few seconds to take the last sample. He presses a cotton swab against her arm, blotting the fresh needle marks to wipe away the blood, then covers it with a plaster. That last part is unnecessary since all Jack did was prick her, but Dani does not say anything. It is too funny that the Fentons even have their own plasters, covered in little fiery Fs. They really know how to lean into a brand.
"What are obsessions like?" Jack asks.
The question takes her by surprise. "I don't know."
"Really? Don't all ghosts have obsessions?"
Dani shrugs. "Probably." She isn't a ghost, though. Not a proper one. "Nothing's ever compelled me the way an obsession is supposed to. There's stuff that I like, but none of it draws me in."
"Is that how it works?"
Dani frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be a ghost scientist?"
Jack chuckles. "True, but we don't know everything about ghosts. You can only find out so much through watching them." And experimenting on them, but he doesn't mention that part. Dani doesn't need him to. "Asking one about their experiences can tell us a lot more. I can only imagine what we might have known if... if we had known."
"I guess I can tell you about them," Dani says. A good part of her education under Vlad's "care" was about different aspects of being a ghost, prepping her for the rest of her existence. A good portion of those lessons were not as necessary as Vlad thought they would be.
Jack scoots closer, nodding enthusiastically. Suddenly, he looks less like a trained scientist and more like an enthused child. The thought makes Dani giggle.
"Okay, so. I was told that an obsession can be anything. Like, food, a specific colour, an object, a person. There are no limits. Most ghosts have more than one that helps sustain them. They don't need an obsession, or they don't need to fulfill it, but it helps keep them grounded. Really old ghosts have a lot of obsessions. Young ones might only have a few."
Jack grins as Dani speaks. Even though he doesn't write anything down, she knows he won't forget a single thing. He hangs off every word, taking in Dani's lesson as easy as air.
"They can also change over time. A ghost can go from having a lot of obsessions to only a few, or the other way around. It depends. If they lean into one obsession too much, it can completely alter their personality. Having only one can be dangerous, though, because it makes them unstable. If something happens and they lose that obsession, it can really unbalance them. I can't tell you what having an obsession actually feels like, though."
"Are you sure?" Jack asks.
"Pretty sure. I think I would know if I had an obsession. And if I did but I never did anything about it? I probably wouldn't be here right now." It comes out grimmer than Dani meant it to. A ghost doesn't die without an obsession, but the way Vlad explained it, existence became painful, confusing. Hard to cope with.
Jack leans back, nodding slowly. The room falls silent for the next minute as he absorbs everything Dani said. "Did Danny ever tell you about his obsessions?"
"No. It never came up."
The answer obviously does not please Jack. His hopeful smile slips away, and he falls silent. He packs away the sample case, locking it shut, and rises from the edge of Danny's bed. As he walks away, Dani can't help but think she did something wrong.
After Jack leaves, Dani stays in her human form.
When Jazz comes into the room an hour later asking for some TV time, a smile breaks out across her face. "You're human."
Dani shrugs, having no better response than that.
"About time," Jazz teases. Reaching out, she ruffles Dani's hair and gives her a playful shove. Dani doesn't find it as comforting as she should.
"Are you sure you don't have an obsession?"
Dani nearly jumps at how close Jack's voice is. She heard him coming, since his pounding feet were hard to ignore, but hadn't realized how close he got before speaking. The plate in her hand becomes tangible again as her focus slips. The water that had been passing through sprays outward, soaking the front of her hoodie. She ignores Jazz's snicker.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."
Jack makes a disappointed hum. "Not even a little one?"
"Not even a little one."
He sighs but doesn't press her further. From the counter, he grabs one of the dinner plates set out, loaded with a stir-try that Jazz and Dani spent the last hour making. To Dani's surprise, he sits at the table rather than heading downstairs.
"Mads had a call, but she'll be right up," Jack says.
Dani nearly asks, "Why?" Ever since she arrived, everyone seems to have done their own thing, including during mealtimes. Having no long-term household experience, Dani was starting to think this was the norm. She looks to Jazz for an explanation but finds none.
Jazz already has her plate in hand and quickly takes the seat next to Jack. She waves Dani over. "Come on. Can't be family dinner if the whole family doesn't sit down." There is a twinge of sadness in her voice, one Dani completely understands. It's not the whole family, never will be. Jazz and Jack must be thinking the same thing, but none of them say it out loud.
Dani grabs her plate and sits down on Jack's other side.
"You don't want to sit here?" Jazz asks, patting the chair next to her.
"I'm fine here," Dani says. Her chair places her back at the wall, giving her a good view of the room. And, more importantly, the entrance. She doesn't expect a threat to come barrelling through, but it is instinct by now to keep an eye on things like doorways and windows. She can see both from here.
This is the only seat at the table she has sat at since arriving.
Jazz presses her lips together. "Are you sure? It was Danny's spot."
"Great. This is my spot."
"Jazz," Jack says. "It's just a chair."
Jazz has the mind to look embarrassed at being scolded. Dani thinks she is going to drop it there, but Jazz opens her mouth again, about to say one last remark.
A sharp intake of breath cuts her off.
Maddie, standing in the doorway, stares at Dani.
Jack and Jazz must see something Dani doesn't, because they both jump to their feet.
"Mads," Jack starts, but Maddie turns and flees before he can say anymore.
Jazz pushes her chair back. "Dad, I'll—"
"No, it's fine. You two eat." Jack goes after Maddie, leaving Jazz and a very confused Dani alone.
"What was that?" Dani asks.
Jazz sits back down. "She hasn't seen your human form before."
It hardly sates Dani's curiosity, but it's the only answer she gets.
Maddie's cellphone rings just as she's about to follow Jack upstairs. A glance at the caller ID shows it is an unknown number.
"I'll be up in a minute," she says.
She gets no answer from Jack, but that's expected. Ever since he came back down with Dani's ectoplasmic samples, he's been muttering about obsessions. When he gets like this, he rarely acknowledges the people around him, although over the years Maddie has learned that he still hears them. Answering them just is not high on his priority list.
She turns away from the stares and answers the phone. "Hello, this is Dr. Madeline Fenton. How can I help you?"
"That's an awfully formal way to greet a friend," Vlad says.
"What the hell are you doing, Vlad? I blocked your number."
"And I got a new one. Just hear me out, Maddie."
There's an edge of desperation in his voice. Maddie can't decide whether to roll her eyes, cuss Vlad out, or hang up immediately. Maybe all three. If he honestly tries to play that pathetic act again, she will be livid.
"You have two minutes," Maddie says. Better to hear him out now than hang up and have him leaving message after message again.
"I wanted to apologize for how I acted the other day. It was incredibly inappropriate."
"Yes, it was. And if you're looking for forgiveness, you won't get it." She shouldn't even give him the time of day.
"I understand. And I know we've grown apart these past couple years—"
"You mean when you finally wised up, stopped hitting on me, and left us alone?"
"Yes. But I wasn't lying before, Maddie. I need you!" His tone actually makes her pause. It reminds her, briefly, of the young man she used to know. One who had to beg his family not to cut him off when they discovered his chosen career. His voice now makes her think of the day she caught him on the phone, pleading with his mother.
They had only been college freshmen, then. Vlad was hardly more than seventeen at the time, having graduated high school early. Maddie had never heard him so distraught before, or ever since. But now, his voice cracks with distress. It almost makes her feel sorry for him.
"This has been hard for me, too, for reasons you can't begin to fathom. I wasn't lying when I told you about my friendship with Daniel."
Maddie's pity for Vlad evaporates in an instant. "Stop. Don't call me again, Vlad."
"Maddie, you don't understand—!"
She hangs up before he can finish. Disgusting. She can't believe she actually felt for him for a moment. She had half a mind to call him back and tell him the truth, tell him that she knew everything. But that would mean telling him Dani was here, and Maddie was not comfortable with that. Who knows what Vlad would try if he found out the clone he created was so nearby?
She takes a moment to compose herself before heading upstairs.
When she reaches the main floor, the smell of garlic, ginger, and spice greets her. It has been a while since they had stir-fry, and even longer since they sat down at a full table. Something like this is exactly what she needs after that brief call.
Maddie steps into the kitchen and sees Danny at the table. Her breath catches in her throat. The dark hair, the baggy hoodie, the sharp edge of his nose in profile. But then he turns and it's not Danny, it's Dani. In the form Maddie had yet to see, with a face so familiar that seeing it feels like a stab to the chest.
Jack stands, calls out, but Maddie doesn't stay to listen. She bolts. Her feet carry her to the back of the house, past the weapon's lab, and out the door into their cramped backyard. She crouches on the poor, one hand cupped over her mouth.
She knew, when they took Dani in, that she looked like him. Her face wasn't so different from Phantom's. A little softer, a little less worn, but with a wary edge. Maddie knew. But she hadn't known how bad it would be when she finally saw that face in human form. Not Phantom's face, who still felt so separate from her son, but Danny's.
Maddie's willing to bet that, when Dani was first created, she looked exactly like Danny in his middle school days, before he came out and started presenting as male. If Danny hadn't started taking hormones, would he have looked like Dani does now? On the shorter side, with rounder features. It's not the same as having Danny back, not even close. No clone can ever replace her baby.
But it still hurts so much.
Maddie squeezes her eyes shut, fighting against the burn of her tears. She can't stop them, though. No matter how much she tries, rubbing her eyes, pressing the heel of her palms against them. The tears keep coming, and a sob follows soon after.
Jack's arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her into a tight embrace. Maddie falls apart completely, then, clinging to her husband and crying into his shoulder. It isn't fair. There was so much about Danny they never got to see, never got to know. All that time they wasted trying to hunt him down.
He died too soon, too young. But worst of all, he died believing his parents hated a part of him, and Maddie can never change that.
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Lost traveler
5/?
Loki x female!reader
Word count: 1 573
Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld
Summary: A mysterious traveler visits Asgard and thanks to an accident has to stay for longer than she expected. Bonds are created but also shattered along the way.
A/N: reader has elemental powers, something like avatar the last airbender.
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Sun was finally setting. Chirping of birds was replaced by owls howling. A cold breeze ruffled your hair. The entire forest became calmer. You loved it.
You wanted to be alone for a few while and enjoy the tranquility of the night time. So you volunteered to gather wood for bonfire.
Unfortunately Thor and Fandral went with you, more to show off their muscles than help you. Both of them were....odd. They wanted to be around you all the time, telling you of their strength and abilities (Thor wanted to show you some of his lightnings but got quickly turned down by Loki) and generaly tried to impress you.
You soon found out that Thor is a god of thunder, not a lightning thrower like you previously thought. Loki was god of mischief and chaos.
Sif told you she was to be the goddess of fertility but thretened you to keep it a secret
The rest were also gods, but they didn't have a certain domains like princes. They were just warrior gods.
When you returned with arms full of twigs and branches Loki, Volstagg, Hogun and Sif were already sitting around a circle made from stones. Loki jumped to help you and all of you started to place one branch after another inside the stone circle.
"I will lit it," Thor annoumced after you finished.
"Thor, I already told you, your powers are unstable. You can't use them otherwise you will hurt everybody around you!" Loki scolded him.
"Relax, it will be alright. Everybody, stay back," Thor pushed you behind him as his fingers started to sparkle. Suddenly a loud noise teared through the air as a giant lightning striked from the sky. But to a nearby tree, not the fire place.
"Perfect Thor, just perfect," Loki took out the fire from the burning tree with his magic. He played around with flames a little while longer. You watched him transform them into a bird and make it fly around you. You giggled at his tricks.
"Show off," Thor spat
"Look who's talking. I'm not the one who took off his shirt whenever she was watching," Loki grinned.
You ignored them and their argument. Your fingers were itching. You desperately wanted to firebend, but you couldn't. Not yet.
Sif nudged you. "They are like giant kids, aren't they?"
"Siblings argue. It's like their specialty," you shrugged.
"You seem like a sibling professional. Do you have one?"
You watched as Loki made the bonfire inbetween arguments. "No, but I met a lot of them on my travels," you both sat down as did the others.
"Speaking of travels, can I ask you something?" Hogun sat to your other side.
"Sure."
Loki plopped down directly opposite of you. "If you want to know where she is from, she won't tell. I tried," he smirked at you.
"I can't reveal everything the first day! Gotta keep some of my secrets," you laughed.
"That was not what I wanted to know. I meant to ask you if you've been to Midgard?" Hogun brought your attention back to him.
"Depends on what it looks like."
"Well," he began, "it's full of forests, animals, small stone villages,-"
"Don't forget mortals," Thor interrupted.
"Mortals?"
Thor nodded. "Aye. They are small, weak, quite dumb."
"From what I've read," Loki slipped in, "they aren't dumb. They are just slow learners."
Thor rolled his eyes. "Where's the difference?"
"The difference is, dear brother mine, that you only have to tell them once to not use their powers."
Thor showed him what you suspect to be a lewd gesture. In response Loki blew him a kiss.
You giggled. "No, I don't think I've been there. Why are you asking? Have you visited it?"
All of them shooktheir heads. "The Allfather forbade us to travel across the nine realms. He says we aren't old enough."
"Oh," you sighed.
"May I ask Astrid?" Volstagg broke the silence. "What is the most interesting place you've visited," Volstagg took his chance
You thought for a while. All of the planets are interesting in their own way. "Hmmm, I don't know. One of the more exciting planets has to be Pandora I guess. I have stayed there with a Na'vi clan and they showed me how to hunt and survive in woods. There are giant mountains hovering in the air with beautiful waterfals and the whole planet glows at night and there are dragons and giant wolves and spiritual trees," you counted down from memmory.
"Sounds exciting indeed. I must visit it someday," Loki mused.
"You must! It's really easy to find it. It's a blue planet rotating around a gas giant."
"So it is techicaly a moon, correct?"
"Yeah, it is," you said excitedly. You finaly had someone to talk to. Frigga was right, you will find a friwnd among them.
"Booo, nerds," Sif made fun of you two. "Now tell me, are at least these Na'vi guys handsome and strong? You can hardly find any good material among this," she gestured to boys sitting around fire.
"I will preted I haven't heard that," Fandral brushed his fingers through his hair.
"If you are into blue giants," you shrugged.
The atmosphere changed suddenly. It was no longer lighthearted and playful. All of them had a stone hard cold stare. You shifted in your seat. Did you say something wrong?
Thor coughed. "We don't really get along with blue giant folk," he fisted chunks of grass by his sides.
"What you just described wasn't Jotunheim, was it?" Hogun asked.
"It can't be. Jotunheim is a frozen piece of a rock. She said Pandora has floating mountains and rivers," Loki burried his dagger into earth at his feet.
"Are there also blue giants on Jotunheim?" you chose your words carefully.
"Yes, it's the land of Frost Giants. Monsters we talk about at night."
Hogun cleared his throat. "I have seen the injury they cause. On one soldier a long time ago. His whole arm was frozen and black as coal. I heard aome healers in halls talking abouthis whoel arm falling off when they touched it."
"They say," Thor said in a dark tone, "they know a secret passage through realms. And one day, they will invade Asgard and freeze everyone in their path. When they comw here, I swear to all my ancestors I will-"
His telling interrupted a distant screech from mountain which startled everyone. It sounded familiar, you just didn't know where from.
"I think that's a cue to shift to another story," Sif said.
"Agreed," everyone said simultaniously.
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Cracking wood lulled everybody to sleep. After hours and hours of war stories and forgotten legends one by one young warriors and a traveler laid to get rest.
Loki had a light sleep. His mind was still wrapped around Frost Giants. How theymight enter Asgard any second and slaughter them all in their sleep. If what Thor told was true.
A sound of someone standing up and walking away woke him completely. He knew how each person's step sounded, this was unfamiliar one. 'Where are you going little traveler?'
He stood up and followed you, hidden in shadows.
You stopped near a river deep in the forest. Asgardian moon shone bright in its water.
He watched you sit down next to it and stare at the night sky through oak leaves.
Just as he wanted to walk towards you, you started to play with little droplets of water in the air.
"What a turn of events," you dropped them upon hearing his voice.
"Loki, you- why are you up? Did I wake you?"
"No," he sat down next to you, "you didn't."
You started to fidget with your fingers. "How much did you see?"
"Enough. Why didn't you tell me you were a sorcorer as well?"
"A what?"
Loki chuckled. "You called me a warlock, remember? We call those who deal with magic sorcorers. One of their ability is aquakinesis."
"Huh?" you looked so cute when you were confused. Loki made note to confuse youmore often.
"Water control."
"Oh, sorry. I call it waterbending."
Loki hummed. "Makes sense."
"Sooo," you looked at him, "are you going to tell them?" you pointed towards where the group was sleeping.
"Why would I? It's your power. Your secret. You tell them when you are ready. But," he pulled a ball of water from the river and held it above his palm, "I can teach you more of that waterbending than just control few droplets. If you'd like me to, that is."
You smiled. "I'd like that. Oh and by the way," you looked to side and scratched your head, "Astrid isn't my real name."
"I know."
"What?" you looked at him startled.
"I can tell when people are lying, and you," he placed his palm on your shoulder, "are a terrible liar," he chuckled.
Your giggle joined his. "Sounds fair. Anyways, I'm Y/N," you axtended your hand.
Loki took it in his own and bowed his head. "Pleasure to meet you Y/N. I am Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief," and hopefully he can add 'your friend' to the list of titles.
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Nov 16 Stream Timestamps
Timestamps from Technoblade’s “THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)”
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Timestamps with hyperlinks below
02:13  “This is a surprise tool which will help us later” / thumbnail isn’t foreshadowing / video thumbnails have to be big / stream thumbnails can be detailed 05:17  “The traitor is actually Jschlatt” / firework crafting 09:50  “The ratio is impeccable” 13:23  “Dream’s in the game! My audience retention rate” / vc with Tubbo & Quackity / traitor Jschlatt theory / “Are you high?” “A little” 14:47  “You’re a bit of a wildcard” “I am the most consistent character on the entire server” / “What’s this about getting into power” / “We’ll burn this bridge when we get to it” 15:54  “You really are such an English major” / “You’re an idiom” / malaphor / “I’m actually speaking twice as much English as you guys” 18:07  “I think Thunder is overcompensating in the chat” / “Where can you see me” “In my heart” (Karl & Quackity) / Karl not leaving vc 20:33  vc with Niki / “Did Tubbo just leave me? I spaced out for 2 seconds” / “You can’t call everyone the traitor” “I can & will” 22:45  “You know it’s an event when Skeppy’s here” / “You know it’s a big deal when Georgenotfound wakes up” / “Everyone leaves me” 23:31  explaining the traitor thing to Niki / “Maybe I’m a sleeper agent” / had to kill Tubbo 25:03  nothing happened with that creeper / Fundy interrogating Niki / “Why did I train her for MCC” 25:54  “Even YOU’RE leaving me” / sad music / “I’m sitting here with 203k viewers & it’s not enough for any of these streamers to bear talking to me for more than 60 seconds” / Skeppy joins vc to immediately leave 28:50  Karl has a gift for Techno / Karl is just here for the animatic 32:21  “At least the chat won’t leave me” / pays for his music 35:01  “I’m going to destroy the government so bad” / “I hate all of the farming updates on skyblock” 37:45  joining a vc / “I just got stood up in like 4...conversations in rapid succession” / “My new years resolution was to make friends & it’s november & I’ve made zero headway” / Eret switches sides 41:53  Ender chest setup / worried about hotbar management / potions > shields   43:13  vc with allies / “Karl you are literally the biggest third wheel I have ever seen” 45:03  angering the dogs / trident combo 47:13  “D!ck with one ball” (Tubbo) 50:25  “Let’s hope Wil overslept like [George]” 53:09  recruiting Eret / “If you fight on our side we’ll make you the King of Burger King” / “He’ll be an executive citizen” / “I’m surrounded by idiots” 54:58  putting Schlatt on the allies list / “Schlatt is an alcoholic high on protein power” (Fundy) 56:47  can’t trust Eret / “I hate it when you’re right” (Tubbo) / Wilbur joins vc 59:50  having a moment with Hubert / “Not even the mobs like me” / sad music / “I just gained 8k subscribers the sadness is gone” / cow pit exp farm 1:02:57  vc with Niki / “I’m going to join the other vc AHHHHH” 1:05:02  “Once everyone meets up...I have something prepared” / “Technoblade when are you not ready?” “When I joined the server” 1:09:38  “Who do you take me for? Of course I’ve read the Art of War. It’s written by Mozart” / battle planning 1:12:18  “This is the betrayal...happening very slowly” 1:13:35  Pan1 / “This revolution is so doomed” 1:15:29  Dream attack / Quackity dies 1:18:07  “Agree Retweet” / “Violence is the only universal language” / “i have a supply” / “Why do you talk in upwards inflections constantly?” 1:19:57  Techno not getting to talk / “He took it all by force didn’t he” / “Fear into Ear” 1:23:50  Techno telling everyone he has a stash twice / distributing blue / mushroom the fox 1:26:49  Tommy talking over Techno again / “Stop going off on your tangents” “We have food at home” 1:29:30  vault reveal / Tubbo stealing emeralds / secret chest 1:32:40  “Shut up bro you are green as shit” (Tommy) / “Everyone give me back my stuff you don’t deserve it” 1:34:41  no netherite swords / “Who’s the traitor” “Promise we won’t be mad” 1:36:31  battle / Technoblade trident maneuvering / giving rocket launchers to Tubbo & Tommy 1:40:27  killing Karl / Dream bringing out the end crystals / fighting invis Dream / purpled switches sides 1:43:57  Dream wants to talk / 309k / group photos 1:46:08  vc with Dream / “But only if my enemy insists” / in the van with Schlatt / “What are you doing in my drug van? It better not be drugs” / Tommy preparing to shoot Schlatt 1:54:42  “We won” / “We killed an old man with heart problems! It only took 20 of us!” / President Innit / subscribe to Technoblade sign 1:55:57  Dream & Techno talk in chat / Tommy speech / “It was meant to be” / “I don’t think anyone is bowing to Tommyinnit” / “Karl don’t be weird” / Skeppy has a disc 1:59:06  Techno being apprehensive on mute / Tommy makes Wilbur President / “I’ll be the president” “I’m gonna veto that” / “Techno...you’ve taught me that government is not the way to go” / Wilbur makes Tubbo president 2:03:20  “I’m not sure I like where this is going x2” / “I’m not sure this is a good ending” / “Team chaos” “Perhaps” 2:06:20  Techno shoots Tubbo / Philza joins / “You think Schlatt was the cause of your problems? No. It was government” / speech gets interrupted / “The government ends here, I’ll kill it myself!” 2:09:23  Phil kills Wilbur / techno yelling for silence / “Tommy you just did a coup...& instilled yourself as president” 2:12:11  “If you want to be a hero THAN DIE LIKE ONE” / wither spawning / killing his former allies 2:15:09  post fight talks / “There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body” / “Techno was not the traitor” 2:18:50  “I need to increase the crater that is L’Manberg so that no country can rise in its place” / “Mom says it’s my turn on the flame bow” 2:23:51  “What I’m doing right now is small scale. This is the work of an individual. This is nothing compared to the cruelty governments all around the world [inflict]...systematically” / “Llamas are the primary victims of war” / “I just wanna be apart of the explosion” (George) 2:27:06  Techno joins vc / connor joins the server / “I hope you’re proud of yourself Techno” “I kinda am” / Jack Manifold (Thunder) being broke / netherite armor 2:32:30  “Beach episode” / Techno accidentally joins the L’Manberg vc 2:35:16  the base is compromised / “There’s no way Technoblade would put a clock there if it didn’t mean anything” / got robbed 2:37:37  “If you’re going to ask me how I got all these emerald & arrows that’s a story for another day” / explaining the bedrock / “I can give everyone stuff & it’ll be such a flex” 2:40:24  Greek mythology 2:41:45  The Golden Apple / “They didn’t use discord back then they used skype, so can’t invite Eris” / “Zeus the god of feminism” 2:46:02  Eret recruiting Techno to kill George / joining vc / “Let’s stop him before he gets land” / Awesamdude proposing a fight 2:49:08  “No one can kill me I’m invincible” (logs out) / Dream literally names the turtle potions Sam thinks he hasn’t heard of / “I’m at soup” / “It’s not smack talk he just has that many items” 2:53:06  “Stab him Dream, I’ll shout encouraging words” / Techno fighting Bad & Ant 2:56:23  Dream wins / “I think there was this Dream guy attacking you with some sort of weapon” 3:00:11  turtle potions / Dream hyping up Techno about fighting BBH / Badlands negotiating with George 3:04:34  vc with Philza 3:07:00  spider farm afk’ing / lagging Quackity’s computer 3:09:06  smp earth / Phil only logged on to back Techno up 3:10:32  killing George / “I’m gonna drop his armor off don’t jump me” / not fighting Dream 3:13:00  vc with Karl & Phil / Karl definitely not starting a government / “Chat that was the boring part, don’t leave” / 320k / “Why do we keep scheduling these on Monday?” 3:16:18  “I don’t even want to think about how famous Tommy will be in the future” / “I get a tad bitter” / covid is good for youtubers but obviously bad / “I’m so good at socially distancing” 3:19:51  “Aren’t you tired of being nice Philza? Don’t you just wanna go crazy” / “You should be wary of the old in a profession where people die young” / vc with Eret 3:21:47  “What if you built a slightly larger throne next to it?” /  “How are they paranoid of a mole but the guy with a track record of being a traitor gets no questions asked” 3:25:47  “I’m gonna place a block at the bottom & kill you instantly” / reverse mlg /  emerald rich even with Tubbo’s theft 3:27:57  “I’ll allow it” / upstairs chests robbed / Eret disconnects with the book 3:32:04  armor sabotage bc he thought it’d be 1v5 / crystals are mutually assured destruction / Wilbur afraid of tnt getting blown up early 3:34:11  the diary was actually Eret’s / “He’s gonna tell everyone who I have a crush on. Nooo” / reading the 100 page book / “Can I not win here?” “No” 3:40:14  “This stream has released more serotonin in my brain than the last 6 months combined” / revolution was overcrowded / could improve the crater 2:43:09  “Awkward ten minute period where I’m just sitting there watching them set up a new government but I can’t kill them yet” / Carl is missing 3:44:34  “The one time Technoblade is gonna roleplay & they talk over him” / “CARL” / “As long as Sapnap isn’t the one that took him there’ll still be hope” 3:46:10  “Once you start using end crystals it’s the only pvp that matters & end crystal pvp is so lame” / Webtoons 3:49:10  “What’s going to happen to you & WIlbur now?” “I don’t know, I think I’m chill with Wilbur” / “The only thing that changed is my voice. Zero personal growth” / lines from the first speech that got interrupted / “King George is trending booo” 3:52:00  1 million twitter followers / “O god it’s been four hours...I am not built for this” / did a 13 hour stream once / sub growth goals 3:56:30  “What the heck is Phil watching”
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In Agreement - Chapter 4
“Wangji,” Lan Xichen said, and smiled when Lan Wangji looked up from the book he had been perusing in the library. “It’s rare to find you alone.”
Lan Wangji frowned slightly, both understanding and not wanting to understand what his brother was hinting at. He could not exactly deny it, after all. Lately, he and Wei Wuxian had been together almost wherever they went, unless their duties demanded that they be in different places at the same time.
At first, Lan Wangji had tried not to think too much about it, about the fact that it had become normal to have Wei Wuxian right at his elbow whenever he walked through Cloud Recesses, glad that Wei Wuxian did not object to being Lan Wangji’s company. And then, after, he had gotten used to being in company all the time, and… had forgotten to think about it at all.
“He is my spouse,” he answered therefore, as neutrally as possible. “It is natural to be together often.”
Lan Xichen smiled again, an amused little uptick of his lips, but tactfully did not pursue the topic further.
“Where is your spouse now, then?” he asked instead, the slightest hint of teasing in his voice.
(Not so tactful, then.)
Lan Wangji glanced at the book in front of him and felt his own face transform into a frown.
“He is angry at me.”
Lan Xichen’s smile slipped off his face and was replaced by a worried expression.
His brother had never been good at teasing him, Lan Wangji thought, always too willing to empathise with his moods.
“Wangji, what do you mean, angry?” he asked. “Did something happen?”
“I was–” Lan Wangji started, but before he could carry on, he was interrupted by a loud noise.
“Ah ah ah,” Wei Wuxian loudly announced his presence as he swept into the library. “You are not going to air our dirty laundry in front of my brother-in-law. Oh no. I will just end up being the bad guy.”
He let himself fall to his knees next to Lan Wangji’s seat, and bumped into him with the side of his head.
“I’m not angry at you,” Wei Wuxian whispered as soon as he was close enough. “Just… incredulous. And lacking sleep. I can’t believe you made such an announcement and then just… fell asleep like it was nothing. Who does that?”
Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian and saw that he had the slightest hint of shadows below his eyes.
“There was nothing I could do about it yesterday,” he told Wei Wuxian apologetically.
Wei Wuxian shook his head and sighed. “And of course, the first thing you do is go to the library. To study. Who does that?”
Lan Wangji became aware that Lan Xichen was still with them, and he looked up only to see his brother’s curious gaze move back and forth between him and Wei Wuxian, no doubt trying to grasp the meaning behind their words.
He felt embarrassment rise in his chest, bubbling like hot lava. Not that he ever kept secrets from his brother – Lan XIchen knew him too well for that – but the idea that his brother would know what Lan Wangji was planning to do with Wei Wuxian was… Well. He would prefer keeping that within the confines of the Jingshi.
Of course he knew that Lan Xichen wanted him to be happy, but there were some things he felt even his brother did not need to know.
If… if he could find a good… arrangement with Wei Wuxian, then he would talk with his brother. A little. Enough so that Lan Xichen would not have to worry about him any longer. But at the moment, with Wei Wuxian seated next to him with an expectant look on his face, his lips unkissed and his body woefully unexplored by Lan Wangji, he could not find the words.
There was nothing he could possibly say to his brother. Nothing that would not make both of them blush with shame, anyway.
“Wei Ying has studied well, too,” he said, and Wei Wuxian elbowed him into his side in response.
When Lan Wangji looked, however, there was a glint in his eyes and a quirk to his mouth that made Lan Wangji’s heart beat a little faster.
That was another thing he had come to learn recently. Wei Wuxian really, really liked it when Lan Wangji teased him. Even when he pretended that he did not.
“Well,” Lan Xichen finally spoke up, “if you aren’t fighting, then I’m relieved. I can’t deny I was a little worried when you were first married. As much as one might wish otherwise, marriage does not always equal peaceful cohabitation.”
Something flickered in Wei Wuxian’s gaze for one moment, there and then gone again. It was not difficult to divine its origin, however; that Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan had never cohabitated peacefully despite their marriage was known by all. Wei Wuxian must have been a witness to their conflicts many times.
“Lan Zhan is easy to get along with,” he chirped.
Lan Xichen smiled indulgently at this reply.
“I seem to remember many occasions of you two not getting along,” he observed.
Wei Wuxian pouted a little bit, as if Lan Xichen’s words had contained a personal insult. They did not; the observation that they had fought as teenagers more often than not was an accurate one.
“He is,” Wei Wuxian insisted. “If he bothers to pay attention to me. Then I don’t have to be obnoxious.”
Lan Xichen hummed in response, and sent Lan Wangji a look that sparkled with unvoiced teasing. Lan Wangji tried not to blush.
“Wei Ying is also easy to get along with,” Lan Wangji said stiffly. “When he behaves.”
“Lan Zhan, booo,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “I feel unloved. My impertinence is at least half of my charm.”
Wei Wuxian had so many other characteristics that made him much more charming than his impertinence, but Lan Wangji had already voiced his opinion about Wei Wuxian’s tendency to be self-depreciating and not demanding the respect he deserved yesterday evening.
He closed his book and stood up, holding out a hand for Wei Wuxian, helping him stand as well.
“It is late,” he announced to his brother. “We will retire.”
“I am glad that you cleared up your little misunderstanding,” his brother replied formally, though his eyes still sparkled with the delight of an elder brother getting to meddle in one’s private affairs. (Not tactful at all, Lan Wangji silently amended.)
“Good night.”
And, with a slight tilt of his head in goodbye, he left the library.
“Your brother is very protective of you,” Wei Wuxian observed as they left the library into the other direction. “I think he’s very concerned about your wellbeing. Which is… cute, really. A really good older brother.”
“Your sister is the same,” Lan Wangji interjected. He had seen how Jiang Yanli tended to dote on Wei Wuxian, and how much Wei Wuxian loved being coddled by her. It was hard not to feel jealousy at the sight, the way Wei Wuxian shamelessly sought affection and approval, and it was hard for Lan Wangji to come to terms with the fact that he found it cute and endearing that Wei Wuxian had such a side to himself. And that he wanted all of it to himself.
“Mmmh,” Wei Wuxian agreed. “Shijie is the best sister. But I think I would’ve liked to have an older brother, too.”
“Xiongzhang is your brother now.”
Wei Wuxian looked up at Lan Wangji with an expression of surprise.
“You’d be willing to share?”
“Hn,” Lan Wangji replied. “Wei Ying is my husband.”
“Oh.”
Lan Wangji squeezed the hand he now realised he had never let go of, and suddenly Wei Wuxian was in his arms, hugging him tight and pressing his face into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck.
“How can you be like this?” he murmured, and Lan Wangji shivered at the heat of Wei Wuxian’s breath on his skin.
“Like what?” Lan Wangji asked, not quite understanding Wei Wuxian’s sudden actions. Still, he put his own arms around Wei Wuxian, because he had promised to give Wei Wuxian hugs, and he would not start neglecting his duty now.  
He buried his nose in Wei Wuxian’s hair and breathed in the smell that was uniquely him, a smell that never failed to awaken a terrible longing in his chest.
“You always manage to give me everything that I might have ever wanted,” Wei Wuxian replied. “And it’s always more than I deserve. More than I ever should have hoped for.”
“Wei Ying is the same.”
Wei Wuxian looked up at him with doubtful eyes.
“I’m mostly annoying and impertinent.”
That again. It really annoyed Lan Wangji, that Wei Wuxian still said such things despite Lan Wangji’s clear words yesterday. So he reached out and pinched Wei Wuxian’s cheek in revenge.
“Ouch!”
“Respect yourself.”
And then, because Wei Wuxian was right there in his arms, looking up at him with a put-out expression on his face and no apparent intention of letting Lan Wangji go, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on those beautiful, slightly pouting lips. And then, because he liked it, the sensation of Wei Wuxian’s body against his own, those soft lips parting for him, he did it again.
At some point, their eyes had closed and they had completely forgotten that they were still standing on the small path that lead to the Jingshi, right in the view of a potential passer-by, but these things had ceased to matter for the moment.
It was just him and Wei Wuxian, who sighed lightly in between kisses, demanding another kiss as soon as the last one was finished, moving further and further into Lan Wangji’s space until the tangle of limbs made it difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathed once between kisses, and the raspy sound of his voice, forming the familiar sounds of his name, was the sweetest benediction on earth.
Oh, how much he was in love.
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A Legacy Begun (5)
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Chapter 5: The Child | Cal Kestis x Reader
Summary: After a long time of running and fighting, you and Cal decided to finally settle down after all these years to raise a family. However, it was never a life of peace whilst the shadow of the Empire looms over your heads.
Other prompt/s in play: Anon 1′s prompt, Anon 2‘s baby prompt + their follow-up prompt & fic idea
A/N: Don’t worry, no one died of sadness after giving birth.
Also posted in AO3
Tags: Scruffy! Cal Kestis, Daddy! Cal Kestis, Adult! Cal Kestis, Jedi Family, Jedi Offspring, Force-Sensitive Offspring, Settling Down, Rebel Alliance
Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 | Previous: Part 4 | Next: Part 6 | Masterlist
5 of ?
The months flew by, it only felt like yesterday when you told the news and now you’re currently in the ninth month. Any day now, the baby would be due. But you haven’t felt the signs yet.
The feeling of not holding a lightsaber and seeing action for a while was perhaps the biggest adjustment you’ve ever made; recalling the years where you’ve kept yourself low from the Imperials’ radar and having to limit the times you held your saber, this was far different than that.
To pass the time, you and Cal often strolled together just to keep yourself active. The Mantis continued its travels from time to time, but it would always find itself home in Cerinda and would occasionally return to Bogano for old time’s sake. The two of you stopped by the stream that branched out of the lake, something about that part of the forest became like a magnet to the both of you. Even in your expectant state, you were still the same sprightly girl who would dip her toes into the cold water at any given chance.
“I’ve been thinking,” you began. Beaming brightly and excitedly as you spoke, “I want to have our baby in this one planet that my master and I used to go to for a campaign.”
“Oh?” Cal propped his cheek against his fist, dreamily gazing at you while you pluck flowers by the shoreline and set them floating into the gentle current.
“The planet, Ilaro,” you craned your head to him. “It’s a neutral planet by the Outer Rim, but it’s very peaceful there. No Imperials, no fighting,”
He heard you sigh as you daydream about the planet in your mind. He kept smiling as he listened.
“If only you’ve seen it, Cal—oceans clear and bright blue like the sky that they almost conjoin, the city that Master and I went to was so extravagant yet quaint, much like Reema here but a bit bigger,” you trail off, and then smiled as the last, finishing thought entered your mind and turned to your husband. “And oh, I know the perfect place for us: by the hillside north of the city. There’s another town there, it’s small but I think it’ll do for us,”
He hummed in reply, enamored by your idea but mostly at your radiance. You couldn’t stay mad at him for only half-listening. You’re endeared by his droopy, dreamy eyes and the smile that still stood out even through his stubble that he personally kept to a certain thinness of his liking.
“What is it?” you giggled.
“You’re just so beautiful,” he cooed. “I just can’t help but stare even while you talk, I’m sorry.”
You caress his scruffy jaw, he willingly inches to you as he comes in for a kiss. You secretly chuckled when his stubble tickled you and you liked it when he did.
“I can’t stay mad, darling,”
That afternoon, you tended to the plants in the terrarium, shearing the weeds and other overgrowth that crowded the soil bed. It sooner became half a flower garden and a half a medicinal herb garden, you and Merrin shared sides of the terrarium respectively; Greez was cooking up some lunch while Cere continued her favorite pastime of splicing and hacking Imperial communications, but also found out about how to trace long-range frequencies as far as two to three parsecs.
“Have you ever thought if they’re a boy or a girl, [y/n]?”
“I have, but my mind changes every now and then—one day I’ll think it’s a boy, and then the next it’s a girl,” you chuckled. “Cal and I have been debating the same thing.”
“You’re at your ninth month, anyway. I’m sure it’ll come soon,”
“Yes, soon,” you trailed off echoing the Nightsister’s words.
Later, Cal came back with game that he had hunted in the forest’s inner meadows. One of Cerinda’s fauna that you’ve found a taste for was the Chorcap—a medium-sized, horned quadrupedal animal, it was slightly shorter than a Nerf in height and less hairy too, but it was stocky in build, making it prized for their meat. Merchants in Reema would buy for the horns, butchers would get portioned cuts, and Cal would haggle with those butchers for the portions.
“I’m back,” Cal chirped as he entered the ship. “Got some extra Chorcap on the road.”
“Oh finally! I thought this stew would never be done if it weren’t for you,” Greez grunted.
“Relax, Greez, here—the seasonings you asked for,”
Cal tossed a pouch to Greez to which the captain expertly caught with his bottom right arm and continued to stir the pot. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you tended the little indoor garden and seated himself by the dining table.
“That smells good!” your husband exclaimed.
“Without these spices, my stew would be as bland as unfermented Merenzane Gold!”
From time to time, you’d conceal your expressions whenever your belly contracted. You’ve pretty much anticipated the baby’s due, but it was the pain that you tried to hide—not wanting to disturb everyone at your expense.
Minutes later, Greez called everybody for lunch, you helped in setting the table and serving out the helpings for each plate. The aroma of the stew wafted around the Mantis, making all the stomachs rumble, and come running towards the table. Lunch became more animated as conversations and topics volleyed here and there. You turned to BD-1 perched over the rim of the table between the lounge.
“Say, BD, do you still have the scan of the Binog?”
“What for?”
“Oh, you’ll see, hon,” you ended it with a smile.
After lunch and helping with the dishes, you retreated to the bedroom with BD-1 perched over your shoulder. You seated yourself by the workbench, producing spools of thread, buttons, filler cotton, and fabrics of different colors—all coming from the business district in Reema. You produced a holodisk and held it close to the droid
“Can you transfer the Binog’s hologram scan here, BD?”
“Wooo!” the little droid whirred out its splicer and connected itself to the holodisk’s port. Seconds later, the hologram of the great creature of Bogano flickered above the holodisk’s projector.
“Thank you, BD,” you rewarded the droid with head pats before starting with your work.
You drew patterns for each part of the animal and then sheared them piece by piece. Holding them together with pins, you started sewing the main body first—leaving an opening for the stuffing later—and then moved on to the legs and tail. Your slender fingers gracefully twisted, curled, and threaded with the stitches as you went on—pushing the needle and then pulling the thread—until it was starting to take shape. Glancing at the projection every once in a while to check if you’re getting the likeness correctly.
“Booo!”
“That’s right, BD, I’m making the Binog—though a smaller version, for the small one,” you cooed.
When the limbs and tail have joined the body and head, the next step was to sew in the fins that lined its spine all the way to the tail and its ears. You had the patterned fabrics at the ready, you just needed to stitch them. Cal walked in to the bedroom, finding you sitting back relaxed while sewing together a toy Binog.
“That’s actually pretty cute,” he beamed.
“Thank you, but it’s not finished yet,”
The finishing touches were the button eyes. A pair of solid black buttons were secured in an X-like stitch on its head. Two tiny white triangles were sewn along the mouth for its fangs that peeked out even with the actual creature’s mouth closed. Finally, BD-1 helped you stuff the toy with the cotton since his little claws could fit the openings you left for each body part.
“Thanks for your help, BD,” you sealed the filler openings and held it in your hand. “There we go!”
“That’s adorable,” your husband commented.
Even if it was never your intention to worry everybody—your husband, especially—you just couldn’t control the instance where your knees buckle and your muscles felt like tightening with a great force. As you struggled to stand up, everybody in the ship was alarmed by your cry of pain. All of a sudden, the swirling in your stomach started to tense up.
“The baby’s coming…!” you struggled to calmly breathe.
“Cere! Merrin!” Cal cried, scooping you up from your seat at the workbench and carefully settling you down on the bed.
“Whoa, whoa, what’s happening!?” Greez was infected with the same panic and alarm as the two ladies. The captain definitely heard your cries, he just didn’t think the baby was coming now.
Your ankles jerked as your toes curled tightly, your hand gripped the sheets as you tried to fight off the contraction pains. Cal ignored the hard grip that’s crumpling his sleeve as you broke down sobbing in pain.
“I know a place!” Cere exclaimed. “Captain, set a course to Polis Massa! Grid coordinates K-20, NOW!”
“It’s two parsecs away via jump to hyperspace!” Greez argued.
“Captain, just do it!” the woman snapped back.
“You’re gonna be okay, [y/n], do you hear me?” Cal’s voice cracked while squeezing back your free hand.
“[y/n], breathe,” Merrin calmly chanted, it became her mantra to you as the minutes went on.
The jump to lightspeed felt like an eternity as you battled the excruciating pain. Your body tossed and turned, finding a position where the cramping hurt less. Your legs thrashed, your vision blackened around the edges as you struggled to breathe in a slow pace—it only lessened the cramping to an extent but you don’t know for how long you could hold it.
Cere came barging in the bedroom.
“We’re near our destination. How is she holding up?”
“She’s trying to breathe calmly, I strongly object in using my magick on her,” the Nightsister reported.
“My head is burning!”
Cal pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, “She’s having a fever! How much farther until we reach Polis Massa?”
Before Cere could reply, the feedback of Greez’s microphone crackled through the speakers.
“Hold on, folks! It’s gonna be a bumpy ride!” the Lateron announced.
Cere sprang back to the cockpit, swerving and catching her balance as the ship rumbled. The turbulence didn’t help much, but you kept holding onto Cal’s hand.
“Cere, you didn’t tell me that we’re running into an asteroid field!”
“Because Polis Massa is on the asteroid field!”
“And this is a medical station we’re talking about!”
Greez steered closer to the largest asteroid until he found a cluster of silver infrastructures sticking out on the largest rock in the field. Cere had no further qualms about that, she turned and tapped the buttons and knobs on her communication station in the ship to send the urgent transmission.
“This is Jedi Cere Junda, we are in need of urgent medical assistance! A crew member has gone into labor and is about to give birth, please!”
“Transmission verified, you are allowed to dock. We’ll have a ward and medical droids ready for her,”
The medical droids stationed there were on full alert, a couple of the wardens came out of the building with a gurney prepared for you as they anticipated your arrival. The ship maneuvered and hovered carefully by the landing pad.
“We’re here,” Cal whispered to you, hoping to console you.
“Where are we?” you murmured.
“Polis Massa,” he scooped you up from the bed, carried you all the way out of the Mantis and then laying you down on the gurney waiting for you.
The female wardens briskly pushed your gurney towards the medical bay and then to the available ward that was ready for you. The human nurses cooed and whispered to you in comforting, melodic voices; coaxing you and telling you everything down to the littlest detail.
“We’re going to carry you to the next bed, alright?”
“Okay…” you replied, your eyes were too heavy to direct your vision to whichever nurse was speaking to you.
The nurses traded diagnoses with one another and then relayed them to the medical droids, reflecting your vital signs onto their computers and holographs.
“Vitals are fine, no remarkable findings,”
“Blood pressure is stable,”
The nurses helped you lift up your knees as a midwife droid hovered slowly towards you. The entire crew watched through the glass wall of your room, they all leaned against the opposite wall but it was your husband who eagerly stayed behind the glass.
“Is she going to be alright?” he asked the one nurse who exited your room.
“Yes, it’s good that you’ve brought her here on such short notice,”
“We were only two parsecs away from here,” Cere added.
The nurse had allowed Cal to enter the ward—for only one non-patient was permitted to accompany the patient—he sat by your side, close to your head. He stroked your hair as you take deep breaths before pushing.
Cal watched the red fill your cheeks as you tried to push, following the pace of the midwife droid that’s coaxing you. He ignored your screeching cries, he wiped away the tears that rolled away from your eyes as you breathed through clenched teeth, preparing for the next.
An infant cry filled the room, Cal’s head instantly turned to the end of the bed where the midwife droid held your newborn—he watched the droid clean the infant on the spot and swaddle it in a soft, white sheet. He stood up and held the tiniest human being he’s ever seen in his entire life. A tinge of orange strands adorned the little one’s head.
“It’s a girl,” he gasped.
He approached you with your daughter in his arms, he held her close to you so you may look at her crumpled, crying little face.
“Cassidy,” you whispered.
Cal heard you utter the name. You traded glances and he smiled. A teardrop glimmered at the edge of his eye.
“Cassidy.” He echoed. The baby’s tiny hand hooked around his finger and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart burst out of his ribs, “My little Cassidy.”
He held his baby daughter right in front of him. Dark, round, shining eyes blinked back at him as Cassidy’s stubby arms squirmed, lightly hitting his cheeks and jaw with smooth, soft hands.
“She has your eyes,” Cal choked.
“She has your hair,” you manage a chuckle.
“You did great, darling,” he sat down, level to you and planted a kiss on your forehead while the Mantis crew watched the little family have their greatest moment yet.
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things are changing | extra
shawn x reader x connor
a/n: so I know I said this is the last part but I lied! There are proabably 2 more after this. This was a short filler that just happened so please let me know what you think and who she picks! xxx
big big big thank you to @local-neighborhood-biderman for helping me so much!
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You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been wallowing in self pity since you arrived back in Toronto. Shawn and Connor have not left your mind; along with the last moment you saw them. The anger and then regret that flashed through their eyes broke your heart. It felt like you caused all of this drama because you couldn’t choose between one boy. 
Your life became one of those romantic dramas you constantly make fun of. Of course, your pity party wasn’t getting this situation out of your mind. Memories from tour played through your head like a movie.  
Tomorrow is the first show in America. Currently, the whole team and band was explore the city of Portland. Everyone completely jittery and ready for the show to come. Tour has already been amazing. 
“Oh, let’s go in here.” You grabbed his hand and lead him into the little shop. It was small but cozy and cute. It seemed to be a jewelry shop based on the displays up front but the further you walk, the more options you see. In the back, was an older lady sitting behind a large table with different colored beads and lose, empty bands. 
“Would you like to make your own bracelets?” The lady asked, gesturing to the empty bands. You quickly nodded before picking up two of the bands and handing him one. 
“You make mine and I’ll make yours?” You suggest, smiling widely. He knew he couldn’t say no. Not to that smile. You quickly got to work, picking out the beads you wanted. Deciding to go with a more manly vibe; you picked up black, blue and some green beads. Placing them in an easy pattern on the band, you stop and grab a small white bead that had Y/F/I on it. Then you take two beads that made up your initials, sliding them onto the band along with a bead that was your favorite color. Placing it in the middle of the other beads, you quickly finish up. 
“Here.” He said, grabbing your wrist and tying your new bracelet on. You smile as you see that he put his initials on the bracelet; just like you did. 
“I love it.” You say after tying his bracelet onto his wrist. The two of you shared a big smile, before paying the lady. He quickly but gently tugs you out of the little shop, and down the streets of Portland. The two of you carefree while you had the chance. 
You’re eyes never left the bracelet that was still tied around your wrist as you replayed that memory. You haven’t taken it off since he put it on. To you, it symbolized the connection shared between the two of you. 
Denver. You were almost positive that is the city you are currently in. After travelling endlessly, it’s hard to be completely sure on where you are at. Needless to say, the show was amazing as always. The crowd was breathtaking and gave off a great vibe. Now, everyone was on their assigned bus as the journey to the next city was about to start. 
You already showered and refreshed yourself. Now, everyone was lounging around the bus, relaxing. Soon, he came and joined you; away from everyone. The smell of this fresh shampoo hit your nose and made you smile at the familiar scent.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, his face awfully close to yours. You motioned to your headphones. 
“Jamming.” You smile before offering him one of the buds. He immediately recognized the familiar, smooth voice of Hozier’s Almost (Sweet Music). He sighed as he leaned back, resting one hand across his stomach and the other on your leg, tapping to the beat. 
I've got some colour back, she thinks so, too
I laugh like me again, she laughs like you
He watched in awe as you softly sang along to the words. Your voice wasn’t perfect but the look of complete and utter content on your face made everything seem perfect in this moment. 
I wouldn't know where to start  
He doesn’t know where to start with you. He could write a whole book about just your laugh. The things you did to him without even realizing. Like right now. You had no idea the effect you had on him. The way he smiled without realizing it, just by seeing yours. Or how at the sight of you, his heart jumps out of his chest. Your laugh makes him laugh. How you are goofy to put him back into a good mood when he is feeling homesick. You had no idea that your soft singing was going to be the moment he realizes how strong his feelings for you are. 
“What?” You stopped singing as you noticed him staring you; not moving, not even blinking. You sat up straight and wipe your face. “Do I have something on my face?” You asked. He quickly shook his head; his slightly damp hair flying around. 
“No. No. You’re perfect.” He whispered and you almost didn’t hear him. He smiled as you looked down, bashfully, but the smile on your lips could be seen by anyone. 
Hozier’s voice filled your apartment as you tidy up a bit. It was time for you to stop sitting around all day. But no matter what you did, something brought up another memory of him. The bracelet, to your Spotify playlist, to your favorite TV show. All of your favorite things were connected with him. 
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” He grumbled as the two of you huddled on his bed in the hotel you were staying in for the night. A lot of the band and crew went out to explore but the two of you were feeling lazy and decided to stay in and have a marathon. 
“You chose the last TV show. It’s my turn.” You said as you scrolled on your laptop, looking for the series. You glanced at him from the side of your eyes and had to suppress your smile as you saw him cuddling into your blanket. “Okay, shall we begin?” You retorchically ask because he really did not have a choice. 
“So, who’s is that guy again?” “What the fuck. The siblings are lovers? What is this shit?” “Awe its a puppy.” “Why do you like this show again?” Those were a few comments he made in the first half of the episode of Game of Thrones. As annoying as he was getting, his commentary was hilarious. 
“Just hush up and watch it. I promise you will like it once the show gets going.” You said, as your head tilted up from its position on his chest. You weren’t sure when or how the two of you ended up in this position but you weren't complaining. He was warm and a great snuggle buddy. 
He wouldn’t admit it but you were right. Once he shut up and watched the show, he got really into it. So much that he watched the first 5 episodes in one sitting. 
“Alright, so it’s pretty good-” He stopped talking once he noticed you were fast asleep. You’re cheek was pressed up against his chest and your arm was wrapped around his waist; a light death grip on it. But he wasn’t complaining. You looked adorable with your mouth slightly parted and little, soft snores coming out. It made it even better that you were wearing on of his hoodies. This easily became his favorite moment between the two of you. Which is why he decided to snap a quick picture of you on his chest before shifting slightly and falling asleep next to you. He swears it was the best sleep he’s had all tour. 
Your hands softly traced over the hoodie you found in your suitcase. It seemed like a good idea to finally unpack the bag that has been sitting by the door for the past week and a half. You didn’t even realize that you took this piece of clothing with you. The all too familiar cologne hit your nose as you held the navy blue hoodie up to your chest. It didn’t hit you how much you missed him until you realized his comforting smell was almost gone from this hoodie. It made you more eager to slip it over you head and cuddle into it; wishing it was his arms instead. But you’d have to settle for the oversized hoodie. 
For now.
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Helloooooooo there again! I'm back at it again booo. I wrote this based on smth that happened to me so be nice pls.
Best friend! Tom Holland x reader
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You don't know exactly what happened this week but it was out of the ordinary. Seemed as though the universe was plotting against you, time and time again. First it was the fact that your professor moved the date of your final up which left you only three days to study, then your best friend stabbed you in the back by doing everything in her power to break your walls, makes you vulnerable and inevitably crack, and the guy you had a small crush on had a girlfriend, which you didn't know about. 
Your response to every one of these things was "aight bet". On the outside to your friends, you were the happy go lucky child. But on the inside you felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by school, friends, and everything in general. You just wanted the work to stop to catch your breath. Even then it wouldn't anything huh. That's how the universe works, feels like everyone and everything is plotting against you to fuck you over. You wanted to sleep, to catch up. To relax. To take a breathe and stop trying to hold back the tears. 
So that's why on a Thursday night you were here laying on your bed, ranting to your best friend asking for his advice. 
Tom 🥰: hey 
You: hi. I have a question and I need your advice. 
Tom 🥰: shoot
You: should I drop out of school??
Tom 🥰: ur not serious are you?? Bc that's not something to kid around about.
You: legitimately asking. I mean my professors are never actually able to help when we need. Constantly screw us over with work and stuff so should I?? I mean I'd end up saving money. 
Tom 🥰: babe I've known you since forever this is your dream school, don't drop out. You've always told haz and me what you wanted to do when you were older. So here you are on your path to that, don't get discouraged.
You: but I mean it causes problems w/ my fam, my friends, and stresses me out.
Tom 🥰: being stressed out about school is inevitable. You just gotta power through it and tell someone ya know.
You: it's hard when you feel like no one's listening. 
What the hell is she talking about? Tom thought.
Tom 🥰: are you talking abt me and haz, bc u know perfectly well we'd help you through whatever bc we love you.
You: its not just you and haz. It's everybody. My family and other friends. Everybody. 
Tom 🥰: baby what's the real problem here, j feel like I'm missing something
You: nothing im just stressed. 
Tom 🥰: can u tell me Abt what?
You: I feel like the universe is plotting against me. I mean all week I guess. My finals are getting pushed closer by my professors, my friends from high school all turned fake asf, and the guy I like currently won't notice me. I know it doesn't sound v bad but it's getting to me. Not to mention the problems w/ my family recently. I feel like I'm going to explode. 
Tom 🥰: hun you are one of the smartest ppl I know, ur gonna ace those finals. 
You've got me and haz + the twins. you can never truly be alone bc we won't let you be babe.
If that asshole won't notice you, then he isn't worth your time dollface. You know that already there's no need for me to reinforce an old topic. YOU'RE NOT ALONE. YOU NEVER ARE GOING TO BE. YOUVE GOT 5 PPL THAT LOVE U, INCLUDING TESSA. 
Tom 🥰: I need to go shower, I'll be back. 
You read that text and immediately started to bawl your eyes out. You threw your phone on the bed and just laid there crying. It got to the point where you need to wipe your nose with a napkin so you went to the bathroom to get one and that's when you saw what your stress and overwhelmed feelings were doing to you. 
You saw a red eyed woman, crying over topics that were too sensitive in her mind. You tried your hardest to not sob so you just cried silently in the comfort of your bathroom. 
Twenty minutes had passed when you calmed down a bit more. You walked to your room and grabbed your phone and took a picture of yourself with tear streaks and watery eyes with a caption saying "I think I'm a master of silent crying" and sent it to Tom. He opened it immediately and replied immediately. 
Tom 🥰: Y/N !
BBY UR GONNA BE OK!
You: hmmm 
I don't know why I'm crying thooooo
I just ammmmm 
Tom 🥰: we'll get through this ! Just pLease don't cry ! 
You: I don't think imma go to class tmrw, I'll just study
Tom 🥰: good! Stay strong! Night 😘😘! 
And that was it. 
It was about eleven when you decided to clock in for the night and sleep but there was a knock at the door so you went to get the door. There stools Tom with a hoodie in his arm. "Hi babe," he said quietly considering how late it was. You burst into tears just then, you ran into his arms and cried softly into the crook of his neck. His arms found his way around your waist and squeezed almost to show you he was gonna be there for anything and everything. You released him, and he finally got to see you in all your glory then. He wiped the year tracks off your face and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry." You told him. He looked at you like you were crazy. "Why the hell would you ever say that? Never say that to me when you haven't done an absolute thing! Please, it hurts my heart." He hugged you once again. He took off his shoes before he lifted you up and took you to your room. 
You were quiet before he asked what was on your mind, "you called yourself an asshole in the chat." You smiled slightly but it still showed signs of heartache and pain. He went quiet before he said, "an asshole because I never had the balls to tell you." You smiled before you pulled him under the covers. 
That night you felt better than you had all week. You didn't feel that the universe was against you. You felt ok for the first time. In the arms of your (new) lover, safe and sound. 
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Absurdism Chapter 2
I haven't done my customary read-through on this chapter, so if there are any spelling mistakes and such, please let me know so I can fix them! (at some point, hopefully later this week)
Rating: Teen/K+ (a lil swearing, because teenagers, man) Warnings: - Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Family Bonding, Alternate Universe - Halfa Jazz AU, Jazz makes friends
Chapter 2: Host the Ghost
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“Danny?” Jazz finally responded, thrown off. It was undeniable that this was her brother in front of her, but… how was he also a ghost? She was the one who had had an accident with the Ghost Portal, and there was no way he could’ve gone through the same, since the Portal had been turned on ever since. “How are you-- What’s going on?!”
“You’re asking me?” he muttered, shifting to a more comfortable position. Jazz felt faintly jealous of how well he took to the skies, his ease up here. She could barely float in place, and here he was, moving about like he’d been doing it for years.
“Well, yeah!” She threw out her hands, dismayed. “I’ve been ruining my school record chasing ghosts all day long, and now I find out you could’ve helped! How long have you had ghost powers anyway?”
He blinked at her, clearly stunned. Then he offered her an awkward grin, raising one hand to start rubbing the back of his neck. Oh, of course, his characteristic display of nerves. “I, uh. Look, it’s… complicated.”
“Complicated how?” Jazz huffed, crossing her arms. Danny seemed genuine, sure, but maybe she didn’t know him as well as she thought. If he had been hiding ghost powers from her, for who knows how long, without her realizing…
“Okay, so, uh,” Danny said, snapping her out of her thoughts. He shifted again, his legs merging together in a ghostly tail, which twitched in… irritation, maybe? She wasn’t very good at reading the emotional tells of ghost tails. Not yet, at least. “Do you, uh, know about parallel universes?”
She rolled her eyes, chagrined. “You know I do, Danny. Mom and Dad talk about that kind of stuff all the time. Not to mention the Ghost Zone, which we know is in a different dimension.” Not that she understood why he brought it up. Unless… Unless he was implying--
“Right, right.” He bit his lip, probably thinking over his words. “So, um. I’m… from another universe, I guess? I accidentally went through a Portal in the Ghost Zone and didn’t try to go back because I thought this was home.”
Jazz stared at him, unblinking. As she remained quiet, Danny started fidgeting more and more. Plucked at the edge of his glove, tugged on the collar of his suit, swept his tail through the air.
Finally she took mercy on him, and broke the silence. “So my brother isn’t half ghost?”
“Probably not.” Danny shrugged, his vivid green eyes coming up to meet hers again. “I know I got my powers two years ago, when I was fourteen. I’m guessing that you took my place in this universe—timeline—for whatever reason.”
“I see…” She frowned at this new information. It did explain why he was so casual about his powers: he’d had them for far longer than her. But still… “So did our parents finish the Portal two years earlier, or something? If you got your powers when you were fourteen, your version of me must’ve been like… twelve.”
“Uh, no?” Danny shook his head, then quirked one eyebrow at him. “My Jazz is two years older than me. She’s eighteen now, but she was sixteen when I had the accident.” Then his eyes widened as realization struck. “Wait, are you saying that your version of me is the older sibling?”
“I mean, yeah?” She scratched her cheek, feeling increasingly thrown off by the conversation. The little experience she had with ghosts hadn’t prepared her for situations like this one at all. “So, what, we just swapped places? The younger sibling becomes the half-ghost?”
He shrugged. “Guess so… Wait, so then who was down with you when you had the accident?”
“Nobody?” she answered, tone questioning. “Why, did you have someone with you-- No, never mind,  of course you did. Sam and Tucker never would’ve let you do something like that without being there to watch.”
“Heh, yeah.” He grinned, a little sheepishly. “To be honest, they were the ones who convinced me to check out the Portal in the first place. I’m kind of surprised you checked it out, to be honest.”
It had been pretty out of character for her, yeah, she could admit that. But… “Our-- My parents were just so sad, when the Portal didn’t work… Even if I didn’t believe in ghosts, I just wanted to help, you know?”
He snorted, but his smile remained, soft. “Yeah, that’s why my Jazz took them out of the house. Wanted them to get their minds off of the failed Portal. Which is also when Sam and Tucker convinced me to show it to them, and, well. I’m sure you can guess how that went.”
Then his eyes widened, like he realized something. “Wait, so does anybody know about you being half-ghost?”
“No?” Oh, but of course. If Sam and Tucker had been there during his accident, then of course they knew about Danny being half-ghost. They would’ve helped him as much as they could, with his powers and his disappearances and everything else.
Danny eyed her speculatively. His tail twitched, but she still couldn’t quite link an emotion to it. She doubted it was irritation, now. “And how long have you had your powers?”
“A little over a month.” She narrowed her eyes at him, puffing out her chest a little. Her core whirled in her chest, in sync with her burst of annoyance. Just because he had two years of experience and friends that helped him didn’t mean… whatever he was going for. “Why?”
“Assuming that everything else follows the same timeline… You’ve fought the Lunch Lady already?” He ignored her attempt at intimidation completely. Not entirely surprising, in hindsight. She probably wasn’t terribly impressive compared to some of the ghosts he must’ve met.
“Well, I didn’t fight her, but I did encounter her, yes. And Dora as well, if that means anything to you.”
He huffed out a laugh. “And you probably weren’t an idiot with Dora’s amulet like I was, so you only had to fight one ghost dragon.” Then he sobered up a little, his smile losing its humor. “But you got the Lunch Lady to leave without fighting her? That’s pretty impressive.”
Danny’s tail split into legs again, and he took a seated position, one leg crossed over the other. Leaning forward, he placed one elbow on his upper leg. “But, sooner or later, you’re gonna run into a ghost you’ll need to fight.”
“I’ve fought ghosts before!” she snapped back. Just because he had two years of experience didn’t mean he could act all high and mighty! “Just because I talked it out with Dora and the Lunch Lady doesn’t mean I can’t fight! I had to beat Dora that first time, didn’t I? And all the animal ghosts, those can’t be reasoned with either.”
“That’s… fair,” he allowed, uncrossing his legs again. Instead, he started to circle around her. “But how much control do you have? What kind of abilities?”
“I have plenty of control!” She bristled, her hair flickering more aggressively, like licking flames. Then she released a hissing breath, forcing herself to calm down again. Just because she was fourteen didn’t mean she had to act like it. “And… Just the basics, I suppose. Invisibility, intangibility, flight. My ghost sense, of course.”
He nodded, but his brow creased in a frown. At least he stopped circling her again, coming to a halt in front of her. “So it really is right after your accident.” His voice was quiet; she wasn’t sure if he had intended for her to hear it.
“So now what?” she asked instead, crossing her arms. Looking at this version of her brother that, somehow, came from a different universe. God, that sounded crazy.
Danny bit his lip, glancing away from her. Nodded to himself, like he’d made up his mind. Turning back, he looked her right in the eyes, expression determined. “How do you feel about me training you?”
She blinked, caught off-guard by the unexpected suggestion. “I-- What?”
“Well…” He shifted, suddenly looking a little awkward. “It’s just-- I had some help figuring out my powers, and I still struggled. The only person who really could’ve helped was… asking for something I couldn’t give him.” Danny took a deep breath, looking more serious than she had ever seen her brother—or any variation of him. “But I can make sure you don’t have to go through that. I have two years of experience. I can help.”
It was… an alluring offer, she could admit. And genuine too—she knew her brother well enough to tell.
“Shouldn’t you get back to your own universe, though?”
Danny grimaced. “Eh, probably. But natural portals like the one I went through are unpredictable; I have no real way of tracking them down. The Ghost Zone is called the Infinite Realms for a reason, y’know?”
“Well, I didn’t know, because I haven’t heard anyone call it that before.” She cocked her head at him, trying to get a good read on him. It didn’t quite make sense. Why wouldn’t he be trying his hardest to get back, no matter how hard it was? What about his own family? “But if tracking down a portal is so hard, then what do you plan on doing? Isn’t Amity Park in danger without you there? Or did the ghosts stop coming?”
He barked out a sudden laugh. “Oh lord, no. They’re worse than ever.” He grinned, widely and brightly, showing off his small fangs. “But Va-- Red and Danielle can take care of them. They’re both very competent ghost hunters.”
Making sure to memorize the names, especially the aborted first name for Red, she watched as Danny’s grin fell a little, his shoulders slumping down. “As for getting home… I’m assuming that Team Phantom will be able to find me. The Booo-merang tracked me down into the future, once, so…” He shrugged.
“The future?” slipped out before she could stop herself. If their worlds seemed to be following the same line, did that mean that she was going to travel to the future at some point? Dangit, now she got them distracted. She’d tried so hard to ignore the earlier names and ‘Team Phantom’, too!
Danny’s expression fell the rest of the way, his mouth going flat. “I… Yeah. Don’t worry too much about it, Jazz. It’ll be fine.”
“Uh huh.” But she would let the topic drop for now. Whatever the context was, something had happened, and it wasn’t good. Her core whirred in her chest, and she grimaced. “Ah, um. Any chance we could continue this conversation on the ground?”
“Oh, of course!” Danny grew wide-eyed, then nodded. “Lead the way, I’ll be right behind you.”
She dove, aiming for the forest a little further away. There was still a lot she needed to discuss with Danny—this Danny—and she couldn’t risk bringing him to their home if her actual brother might be there.
Her landing was a little rough, as she stumbled over her own feet and transformed back to a human the moment she hit the ground, but at least she hadn’t fallen. Danny came in easily, his white-booted feet touching down soundlessly.
Then bright light sparked from him, familiar white rings sweeping past him, leaving him perfectly human as well.
It was the ultimate proof that this really was a half-ghost version of her brother. Not that she had needed it, of course, but seeing it… Well, seeing was believing.
“Are you okay?” Danny asked, stepping closer to her with a worried expression on his face. “Sorry, I totally forgot how new you are to this stuff.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him, waving off his concern. “But-- Team Phantom, really? Not a very creative name, is it?”
Rolling his eyes, Danny stopped trying to get closer. “It’s what we decided to call ourselves, alright? We needed something better than ‘Ghost Getters’, which is what my Jazz came up with, and Sam and Tucker figured we might as well name ourselves after me. Since I’m, y’know, the actual face of the team.”
“Nobody knows they help?” That made sense, she guessed. Just because they didn’t have to worry about being recognized, because no one tries linking a ghost to a living human, didn’t mean that human helpers were protected as well. “Wait, so did you pick Phantom as your ghost name?”
“I mean, yeah?” He shrugged. “It’s a play on Fenton. Why, what did you pick?”
She grimaced. Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have criticized him. After all, she had also picked a synonym for ghost.
“…Specter,” she finally admitted. “But at least mine doesn’t sound exactly like my actual last name! How do people not catch on to that?!”
“Oh, Jazz, you and I both know that people wouldn’t think of linking a ghost to a living person.” Danny wrapped an arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue. “Besides, our parents are dead certain that humans can’t have ghost powers.”
“Was that a pun?” she hissed at him, wondering why she was surprised in the first place.
He laughed, distancing himself from her again. “Yeah! Come on, you gotta work on your witty banter too. It’s a critical part of battle!”
“No it’s not,” she snapped back, flaring her eyes at him. “And if you’re actually going to help me train, I hope you plan on bringing more useful advice.”
“Hey!” He pressed a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “I’m a great teacher, thank you very much. And you don’t know how often banter has served to distract my enemy so I could catch them off-guard.”
She sighed, but let it go. “Fine, as long as we’ll focus on actual half-ghost stuff too.”
“Of course we will.” Danny dropped the pretense, falling back into serious. “I know how hard it can be to be half-ghost, Jazz, especially with our family.”
“Speaking of our family… How are you planning on handling that?” She raised a brow at him. “Since I’m assuming you still need food, just like I do.”
“Oh. Right…” He made a face like he had, in fact, totally forgotten about necessities. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m not carrying a ton of money, and I can’t go wandering around town all willy-nilly because people will think I’m this Danny.”
“You hadn’t thought of that at all, huh?” she asked, unimpressed. “Really, Danny?”
“Hey, it’s not like I chose to come here!” he snapped back, his eyes flashing green briefly. “Even if I went into the Zone to look for a portal back, I still would’ve needed food or water. I can’t live off of the ambient ectoplasm like ghosts can—and neither can you, by the way.”
She sighed. “That’s fair. Alright, let’s see… How long can you stay in your ghost form?”
“Without shifting back?” Danny frowned, thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I’m not sure. Never had a reason to try, I guess. Several days, for sure, but I’ll need to eat more to make up for the extra energy I’m burning through.”
“Right. So then, how about this. Danny—my Danny—and I are both teenagers, so we’re eating a lot. We can use that to play off the disappearing of leftovers and such. I’ll make sure that there’s enough food in the fridge, so you can grab some of those. I’ll keep an eye on where my brother is, so you’ll know when it’s safe to go into the kitchen for food.”
“And, what, spend most of my day haunting the town?” Danny shook his head dismissively. “I mean, most of that will work, but the moment your parents get a ghost scanner together I’ll have to start shifting back. Otherwise I’m gonna be running away from them all day long, and I’m really not up for that.”
A ghost scanner? Yes, that would throw off their plans… “Do you know what that’ll look like? The ghost scanner, I mean?”
“Yeah? Unless they’ll change its design in this world. Why?” He frowned at her.
“Well, why don’t we just… sabotage it?” She shrugged at his incredulous look. “I’m not saying we destroy it completely! But if we can stop it from picking up on you—on us, both of us—that would make life a lot easier, right?”
Danny paused, as if considering it. Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, no, you’re right. That thing was always a pain, anyway, since it picked read me as a ghost even in human form.”
“Okay, so that’s food.” She raised a fist, uncurling a single finger. “You can grab drinks the same way, and if you carry a bottle you can just have water with you…” A second finger joined the first. With her other hand, she started tapping on it as she thought.
“And sleep?” Danny asked, dryly. “I don’t need as much sleep if I stay in my ghost form a lot, but I’ll still need some. Unless you can me to lose consciousness and shift back mid-air.”
“You can… nap in my room while I’m away?” She made a face. It wasn’t a great option—she didn’t like the idea of Danny being in her room without supervision—but she didn’t know any better ideas. “It’s not ideal, but my parents will be in the lab all day anyway.”
“Ugh.” He wiped a hand over his face, but nodded his approval anyway. “So I’m gonna be living a nocturnal life for the time being. Great. Brilliant.”
Oh, that was right. Forcibly shifting him into a different sleeping pattern would probably cause trouble, wouldn’t it? “Is that okay? We can build up to it slowly, if you want. That should make the transition easier on you, or on your body, at least?”
Danny flapped a  hand. “It’s fine, never mind. I barely sleep during the night, since the ghosts keep attacking. Most of my sleep I get while napping in class, anyway.”
“I can’t imagine that that does your grades any good.” She narrowed her eyes at him. Danny’s grades were never the greatest, anyway—he could coast on by without much effort, so he preferred to focus on other stuff—and she knew her grades had already taken a hit from the regular hunting.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said dismissively. “There’s nothing I can do to change it, and definitely not now, while I’m here. No point in worrying about it.”
“That’s not a very good way of coping,” she chastised. But, fine, she supposed she might as well drop the topic. “But alright. I gotta head home before anyone gets worried. What about you?”
He hummed, taking a moment to think it over. “I think that I’m gonna fly about a little, explore the city. See what kind of differences there are between our versions of Amity Park.” He raised a hand when she opened her mouth. “I’ll stay invisible, don’t worry. I’m not gonna be the one to tip off Amity Park to the existence of ghosts.”
“Okay,” she said, slowly, “good. Make sure to drop by somewhere tonight, so I can help you grab leftovers.”
“Yeah, alright.” Light flashed in the clearing as Danny shifted back to his ghost form. He met her eyes again, and now that she was looking more closely, she realized his eyes were the exact color of ectoplasm. Eerie. “And Jazz… thanks. For going through the effort of arranging things for me behind your parents’ backs.”
“Of course.” She smiled at him, trying to press as much warmth into the expression as she could. “Thank you, too, for helping me with the half-ghost stuff.”
Danny huffed, shaking his head. “What else would I do? You’re my sister, Jazz, even if you’re not my Jazz. Stay out of trouble, and I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”
“Only if you do the same.” She watched as he floated up, smooth and effortlessly. “See you tonight, Danny!”
He raised one hand in a wave goodbye, then suddenly shot off.
Show-off.
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